and am i such a ludacris girl to make you the center of my world?

Didn't I tell you so?
Yes, I know know know
You're my greatest flaw

- synta @ 2008-11-26 / 22:04 p.m.

'90s hit

And so the story goes…

Didadi didadidadidadi~

- synta @ 2008-11-20 / 11:33 p.m.

if it's a broken arm then brace it, if it's a broken heart then face it

So, I am supposed to be doing:

A minimum-10 sketches of alternatives for my Studio Perancangan DP3 class
Both should be handed in by tomorrow. Lalalalala~

WOW.

- synta @ 2008-11-16 / 9:06 a.m.

somebody, please stop the moon from falling down

Oh God, please melt away that huge iceberg.

Little recaps of how my weekend went.

I was not at my mood for classes on Friday, so I decided to go with Farin to her J.Co internship interview in BSM where I sat on the most freezing spot I could ever imagine. Her interview went okay, I guess. The interviewers were quite amazed of her CV, but they said they would call her later. As a good friend, I’m wishing her the best of lucks. :-) Then we went back to campus and I was willing to accompany her to her Olimpiade Closing’s Meeting. The clock was something-past five when we started talking about our business in campus and then I suddenly remembered that a routine GME progress report was scheduled on 5. So I ran off like a rabbit and arrived at apres! with short heavy breath on 5:20-ish. Argh, I’m such a memory-loss byotch. Grr. The meeting decided that we should earn money on that night’s Mustang Inbox and I volunteered to buy the couple of boxes to be re-selled (with higher per-piece price of course), so I hurried to J.Co Ciwalk. Luckily D was available to drive me there, so I wasn’t feeling so consumed by that obligation—at all. Anyway, The Industrials (consisted of me, Tama, Tebe, and Agam) played okay on that Mustang, I suppose. Ahaha. Oh well no, I’m just denying the truth that I was sounded like a choked duck. Hahaha. Shockingly, though, people congratulated me, saying that I am now a vocalist. Hahaha.

Then I woke up late on Saturday for another JVV. That means another short-heavy-breath arrival. Diko asked me to do a check upon the freshyears’ Final Project Proposal, and so I did. It was quite a good one, compared to ones I saw a year and couple years ago. Good job! :-) After JVV, I went home after buying two choco-nut martabak minis. It had been such a while since I had any of them and they still tasted deeeelicious. Well, apart from the fact that the price has risen up another 500 idr. *sigh*
I had dinner with D afterwards, and after a long discussion in my garage, we decided to go to Lantera where we had an evaluation that made me trembling and nervous and looked totally like an idiot. :-( I was nearly crying, seriously. But I guess my stock of tears had been dried out since my last cry (which I can’t recall when). These past months were full of sensitively touching moments for me and none of them were succeed to drop any of my tears. Is it a good thing?

Anyway, Sunday was the day I realized that my hair masque had dropped its last. The jar was empty and I could not imagine how freak my hair would be without its miraculous work. And that means another me and D, this time going to PVJ. And I swear I won’t buy my Age Densiforce in Icons Salon ever again. Suuuuuch a waste of time and parking fee. Grrr. Anyway, we went to Cloud9 for pizza afterwards. Nyumms! When we got back it was raining hard so he had to stay in my living room while the TV showed nothing—nothing—interesting. And then out of nowhere, he had the idea to watch These R Fake’s videos of live performances and, I’m telling you, it was the longest 45 minutes I have ever been in my life. I don’t enjoy watching my self-made aerobic with anyone beside me, swear to God.
Then the rain stopped for few minutes so he could go back and then The Rock playing a famous football player with an accidental 8 y.o. daughter was on HBO. Right in the middle of watching it, I was shocked by remembering that I had an assignment for my today’s 3 p.m. class.

It’s still left untouched until now. Hahhaaha.

Time to go?

- synta @ 2008-11-10 / 7:42 a.m.

hey, can i go with you, my beauty number two?

I can’t believe the number of my lecturer’s unattended classes this semester. I’m talking about me getting prepared early in the morning, lifting up my mood for driving through Simpang Dago and battling those unethical angkot drivers, when right there on the second floor of the FSRD building, Pak Hanan already prepared the attendance list because the lecturer decided to not showing up for even a quick thirty minutes. That is both unpredictable and rather disappointing. Well, not that I’m all unhappy about it, though.

I have never been complaining about this, have I? I guess this is my first day of period taking over my sanity. The truth is, there’s nothing more tempting to me than canceled classes. There, I said it.

Anyway, yes, my period came this noon. It was unexpected, totally. I was unaware because as far as I remember, my last period ended not quite long ago—around two weeks ago, I suppose. Argh. I haaaate the pain it gives me. It turns me into the most powerless female around. I should not explain more about my hatred towards being powerless. It should’ve been obvious.

On the other hand, last weekend was devilishly heartening. <3

There’s still a long way to go through, though. It is just as obvious as my sense of being a power-demanding bitch. But I guess it would be lovely to go through it with him beside me. Aaaw, that’s so sweet of me.

I think this period has really really taken over my sane control over my whole self. It started to turn me into something sickening. Grr.

I'm currently wearing Edna Mode's hairdo (Iqra's matching glasses)

- synta @ 2008-11-04 / 6:09 p.m.