time and time and time.. it's always about them
My jeans size reduced to TWENTY SIX.
But still much fat left to burn. Work it out, beyb! Yee-haw!
Today I went to JCC because my brother wanted to see some 'audio exhibition'. He said there'd be guitars and stuff and since his part-time occupation is so-called musician, surely he wanted to see (and maybe afford) some things I couldn't find interesting at all. Music is just not part of my life. Well, I listen to many songs and music, and find some are interesting and likeable, but to be really fallen for it, making it something I'm seriously working on in my life, I just don't think so. I can't even name any particular genres I'm really into.
Anyway,
Then it turned out that the whole JCC was fully occupied by Indonesia International Motors Show, so we couldn't find where the hell the audio exhibition was hidden, so we decided to move to Plaza Senayan. One darn mall I could say I loathe.
But it wasn't that bad, anyway. xD
Actually there's one story I'd really really want to share here.. I just.. just.. can't. Because I play the antagonist role in this story. I won't let people know the story and then turn themselves against me because they realized that I'm such a bitch and they don't like bitches. People always hate bitches. And bitches are always hate-able. I wish I wasn't one of them.
God, don't let me be.
- synta @ 2006-07-29 / 10:15 p.m.
i'd rather never have you than risking to lose you.. again
So, turning 18 came within the price of:
Being in the holy land and succesfully got my period started. So, yeah, I wasn't able to go to do the exact umroh. I was just there.
Stuck in an escalator, tightly pressed between two supersized women (approximately 3 times bigger than me), and the one who was pressing me from the front was actually about to fall back. One word: heavy
Finally, for the first time, experiencing an unworking elevator which was full. I'm not sure what would happen if I'd to stay there any more longer than that. The oxygen won't be enough - for sure.
Experiencing an emergency landing on plane. Well, if I'm that lucky, that news is perhaps gonna be on the dailies next morning.Isn't this 18th year gonna be a perfect year?
- synta @ 2006-07-27 / 8:29 p.m.
i always wish i said something smarter, even just a little bit
The prom date was on July 15!
Yea, it's done. Good or bad? Hard to tell, since for me, it was.. well, fine. I mean, I really thank the juniors of 2007 for making one of our supposed to be special nights happened, but what was all that 'renungan' things? We laughed instead of tearjerked. But oh well, still thanks, juniors. I see you've all made your best effort towards it. =]
And how did I look?
So-so. Haha. I kinda have no appetite in putting the pictures here since I turned out to look not really goodlooking, but hey, an occasion isn't really an occasion until some pictures tell the story, no?
Believe me, those are the only pictures I have. Well, it was hard to collect any more pictures since I didn't bring my must've-been-museumized 2.1 MP digicam. Those pictures were captured by Rendi and Dissa.
Anyway,
I've been having my holiday for nearly two months now but I hadn't had the mood to pack all those thick textbooks and notebooks when I've seen some of my pals had them well-packed into some boxes since weeks ago. And to tell you the truth, I actually had no interest in touching them myself. Those were the most horrible nightmare I've dealed with for a year.
And the mood hadn't come back yet, until this noon when I was having another session at the gym, Iwan asked me to do him an twelveth grade's books donation.
Yee-haw?
Don't think so.
Just about a minute after he picked those textbooks up earlier this night, I realized that I must had made lots and lots and i mean LOTS of doodlings and writings in class. And the best space to pour them on was - of course - those textbooks' tasty paper.
Why is it a problem?
Because I don't call them doodlings and writings if they don't sound stupid.
And by handing them to him, that means I just gave a permission for him to watch me being stupid. Now everyone would know that I really am stupid - inside and out. It was just perfectly hidden, and now it isn't anymore because I did something even more stupid than those stupid things I doodled and wrote.
Fyi, the birthday's in another couple of days. Feel free to send some e-cards, mates! And don't forget to wish me a miraculous ability to reach - at least - one of those goals. That'd be mostly appreciated.
- synta @ 2006-07-17 / 11:41 p.m.
sound can be seen
Ahems, yesterday was the re-registration day in ITB. So, proudly I can say now, that I am legally stated as ITB's Faculty of Art and Design's freshman. Well, or maybe not just yet.
Got through the long endless road of it with Agam. Better believe it for the proof's here to speak for itself.
The fuckin four hours in the darn hectic room had succesfully killed us to the deepest.
And I attended the TPB exhibition after we finished waiting. It successfully brought the anxiousness out. Daaarn.
God, please help me to survive there. Please, oh please, oh please.
You guess,
yes,
not really on the mood to write. Uh-huh.
- synta @ 2006-07-06 / 2:37 p.m.
you go. go. as far as you can go. but when you're too exhausted to go any further, you know exactly where to go home. here.
Everybody knows how Friendster's Testimonial section has turned into something else nowadays. It was just a place where you can get someone's - hopefully - honest comment about you when Friendster was just a splash of some unimportant website, but since the AGJs' invasion, it turned into some kind of a published inbox or something else I couldn't exactly name.
And today's so-called 'testimonial' I recieved was from one of my chairmates in XII IPA D - Rino. He said (as a reply of my also so-called 'testimonial') :
ya.. biasalah.
nonton bareng piala dunia..
ke bandung.
sama ngurusin perpisahan. (ha,boong abis!!)
gimana nih kabar si pengganti?
Then I wrote a reply sounded :
maaf bung, hati ini tidak seperti lapangan hijau
tidak semudah itu terjadi pergantian pemain
=')
Anyway, I've watched the
no smoking campaign movie - sorry, I mean
Superman Returns - on Friday with some ex X-Es. We were in such a horrible hurry (e.g. late) I couldn't have any ideal meals could be normally called as lunch. My so-called lunch was just a big size of buttered popcorn shared with
Deeta (God, safe my healthy diet from distraction, amen), and a wrap of Mr.P. That was my lunch. I even had no opportunity whatsoever to have anything to drink! Huhuh. Also, I'm having my
second period now. You can imagine how bad PMS-ed girls can act, can't you? Well, I've been there
twice last month. Twice - like a couple of slaps on your both cheeks. Twice.
And I've wasted my spare time not watching Gocek for the last couple days. Goooosh. Long live, synta, long live.
Today's big event was one of my little cousins - Videl - got his circumcision yesterday (so was it today's big event or yesterday's? God knows). My mom and me came there to join the celebration with some other relatives, and there, I met an uncle of mine who's only three years old older than I am, and is on his final year in UI's Computer Science Faculty. Turned out that he was the only person I could have an enjoyable conversation with - since others were divided into two bold categories : kids and adults. We were having conversations about soo many things until he slipped those words out :
"WHAT?! FSRD?!!"
And I was like.. Oh, so predictable reaction you have there. Try again next time, Dude!
Then the respect I got for him for all these years just evaporated into the blue blue sky above. Despite the fact that he - however related to me as a relative - is a senior in my high school, I used the so-called impolite gue-elo on our chat. Sebodoamat.
Hey, I have a new link to be visited regulary now! It's BintangMerah's chatroom. Though I'm oftenly left alone there. ^^;
D-19 to my 18th birthday.
Gosh, I'm so old and lack of reached goals.
What have I done all these passed years?
- synta @ 2006-07-02 / 10:28 p.m.
