Exams are coming up soon, so I’ve got to study!

Get good marks, not to upset anybody

Tomorrow’s math, there’s got to be a path

Take the book, let’s practice some questions

 

Ting! What’s that noise?

It came from my BlackBerry

Oh, a new message! Let’s check it out

 

Linda asked if I’ve studied

“Nope,” I answered confidently

She said she’s studied the whole chapters

How very diligent of her!

 

Okay, let us begin, baby, it’s 7 P.M.

Calculator at one hand, pencil at the other

Notebook spread open

Hungry for graphite scribbled on it

 

Suddenly a window popped up in the screen

Must be someone called me on my MSN

Jenn said she’s sick of biology

“So do I,” I said, though I haven’t even seen the book.

 

Crap, there’s biology as well tomorrow

Time is running out, it’s 8 o’clock already

Off to bed at ten, must study in two hours

Will it be enough?

 

To gather more concentration,

I played Muse songs on my iPod

Rocking on to Starlight

It makes me feel all right

 

Before I can finish reading question One,

There’s a new notification at Facebook

What is it? Did he reply my Wall?

Disappointed, it’s only Pet Society news

 

Turned back to my empty papers

Glanced at the clock pointers shaping 90 degrees,

Went to refrigerator to eat yogurt instead

You can’t study when you’re hungry!

 

Ecology, biomass, logarithms, interest

Definitions and formulas spinned in my head

Searched at Google, but Wikipedia’s too confusing

Suddenly, the light’s off

 

Yahoo! Mail turns to “Cannot Find Server”

MSN is trying to reconnect (it’ll fail, I know)

My BlackBerry’s battery is low as well

Curse the PLN! I breathed out

 

And so I closed my eyes and wandered to the Dreamland

How about exams tomorrow?

There’ll be a way out somehow, I’m sure of it

Let’s just worry about that later on…

 

olaaaa buuuuuuu yaaaaaaaaaaaa everybodiehhhhhhhhh!!!!!

cilla is hereee…. buhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

HALOOOOOOOHAAAAAALLLLOOOOOOO muahahahahahhahahahahahaha

sella is heree toooooooo>> miumiumiumiumiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

kt mndpt 1 fakta baaruu lohhhh.. moses suka maen bonekaaa yuhuuuuuwwww hahhaha

first of all,, ini point" yg kt mw ngmgin

-family tree of odongggg

-cele dikerjain

-maen drmh cele mkn biskuit yg tumpahh huahahha

jadi kt dskola tuhh drii kmren maren maren maren maren tuh mw ngrjain celee kan soalnya dy bday.. cmn dy tuh logicnya kan jalannn ga *bolot* hehehe jd dy dkrjainnya bru skrggggg jd ga ktauan.. nah fio gw moses ma celin smpet brntm tuh td pagi gr" uda hopeless gtuu.. trss trss…

   Um, tulisan gak jelas di atas adalah hasil karya temen-temen gw yang sempet selesai ditulis.

   Sebentar lagi, gw bakal naik kelas SMA 2. Temen-temen baru, guru-guru baru, pelajaran-pelajaran baru, pengalaman-pengalaman baru. Sudah harus memikirkan pelajaran yang akan dipilih, universitas yang akan diikuti, jurusan apa, dan pekerjaan apa yang akan dipilih nanti. Should I take chemistry or biology? Should I go to Australia or stay in Jakarta? Should I choose DKV or computer science? After graduating, will I start my own business, work for someone else, or join my parents’ company? Ah, there are so many choices and decisions to take!

    Dan gw sendiri masih belum benar-benar mantap dengan pilihan masa depan gw. What’s my passion? I can’t answer just one. Gw senang menggambar - drawing’s been a part of my life since I knew that the stick of wood with pointed end is called a ‘pencil’. Gw senang design, terinspirasi oleh kakak gw. Gw senang menulis, yes I do! Dan gw juga senang membuat animasi, biarpun untuk semua passion tersebut, gw masih baru bisa basics-nya saja. What’s my dream job? I can’t answer just one. I dream to be an illustrator, I want to be a graphics designers, I want to make comic books that can promote national comics, I want to make a children storybook, I want to write a column, I want to be an editor, I want to be an animator…

    At this point I feel like a child again. Masih ingat saat kecil cita-cita kita bisa banyak banget dan gak jelas ganti-ganti? Yah, kira-kira begitulah gw sekarang. Gw masih belum menentukan pikiran gw, sementara temen-temen yang lain terlihat sudah cukup mantap. Ada yang mau jadi guru vokal, ada yang mau ambil jurusan agriculture, ada yang mau ngambil business, dan lain-lain. Malahan mau ngambil uni di mana aja masih nggak jelas, sementara mereka uda heboh teriak "Melbourne!" "Seattle!" "Arab!"  dan lain-lain waktu ditanya mau uni ke mana.

   Sebentar lagi gw bakal lulus, uni, kerja, (moga-moga) jadi orang berguna buat masyarakat (uwooo bahasanya gak nahan). Gw dan temen-temen gw bakal ambil jalan yang berbeda-beda. Gw bakal mengalami banyak LDR (long-djarak-relationships), dan most likely to happen in these cases, kita bakal sibuk dengan urusan masing-masing.

   Maka dari itu, selama gw masih di SMA ini, I want to cherish these moments. Karena di masa depan hubungan antar temen nggak bakal sesimpel ini, peraturan gak bakal sejelas ini, lingkungan gak bakal se’aman’ ini, tanggung jawab akan lebih banyak, and we have less people to depend on. I want to make the most of my days right now, menciptakan kenangan manis dan hubungan kuat dengan teman-teman agar bisa dijaga terus waktu kita berpisah.

   Guys, sebelum kita (mungkin) akan berpisah nanti, gw ingin mengucapkan terima kasih pada guru-guru dan teman-teman yang sudah men-support gw selama ini.

   Thanks for the memories!

(another tulisan gak jelas - end.)

Maap, masih belum mood ngeblog seperti dulu lagi… Untuk sementara waktu buat menjaga blog tetap hidup, biar gw selipkan hasil-hasil ‘nguping’ gw yang baru. Maaf buat yang masih sering berkunjung karena gw nggak aktif lagi dalam dunia per-blog-an :[ Now, proudly presents… another nguping session.

Ibu2 di gramed GI: "mas, tolong dicek dong, harganya gak salah ya? sembilan ratus ribu? hah? bener? OH MY GODDD MAHAL BANGETTT!! gak jadi beli ah, mas, mahal!"

Pembicara: "kamu bisa pintar begitu matematika-nya belajar dari mana?"
Temen gw: "kehidupan."

Guru agama: "Jadi, orang itu tuh sombong sekali. Dulu, ia pernah berkata: ‘tidak akan ada yang bisa membunuh saya, kecuali ada peluru menembus kepala saya’."
Temen gw: "Kalo gitu kita bazooka aja, pak."

Guru biologi: "The molecular formula of sea water is… C H2O."
(Buat yang gak ngerti: H2O itu water. C itu kan dibacanya ’si’. Jadi, dibacanya ’sea water’.)

Temen gw, sekelompok dalam eksperimen tentang jamur pada roti: "Okei, kita harus berdoa biar jamurnya makin banyak. Amin, moga2 sukses"

Temen gw, pada pelajaran membuat simile: "My scissors is like me… I cut other people’s feelings."

gw: *kasih liat foto temen gw* gimana?
yamiza : mau yang kasar atau yang halus chelle?
gw : terserah, toh itu bukan gw hahaha
yamiza : yaaa mo yang mana dulu
gw : halus dulu deh.
yamiza : mukanya agak…. kurang menarik.
gw : okeh. kasarnya?
yamiza : mukanya JELEK.

Temen gw waktu retret: "Eh, kita dinner dulu baru makan, ya!"

"Eh, kalo hape lu kita sentil trus jatoh dari eskalator gmn yah?"
"…Lu bakal nyusul."

sodara #1: "idih, ud sweet 17 tapi handuknya masi gambar pikachu!"
sodara #2: "salah! itu handuk buat cuci kaki gw. kalo handuk mandi gw itu sebenernya Barbie sama Hello Kitty."
(setting: ultah sweet 17 di kamar sodara #2)

"gw minta temen gw bacain no telp salah satu anggota kelompok drama.
dia salah baca nomor karena fotokopi jarkomnya burem. 55 jadi 66
org yang salah itu SMS gue
"S!aPa siCh?"
keringet gw langsung netes."
-kesaksian yamiza

Temen gw : "Oh, tugasnya tentang Love, Sex, and Dating ya? Well… Gw ga mau nulis tentang dating, ga mau tentang love, ga mau tentang dating!"

Guru gw: Jadi tuh, pas besoknya ibu liat kucingnya udah mati, kasihan banget…
Temen gw: Kucingnya stroke kali, bu.

Nggak terlalu banyak, tapi sekian dulu untuk kali ini Semoga terhibur!

Hannah Skye will no longer be here.

I stood in front of my room, holding a packed suitcase with one hand and a smaller handbag on the other hand. The room, used to be a total mess with unorganized stacks of papers here and there, now only had a bed, table, and chair. The most valuable things in my room are in my bags now, and the rest of the furniture I’ve thrown away. It was quite hard to get rid of things without their notice, especially ones like statues or wardrobes. At first I planned on selling them all or giving them to the poor – but it’s just too troublesome. Finally, with the help of an axe and fire, those items are history.

It was midnight, and the house was real quiet and dark. I paid attention carefully for every single sound – if I hear any footsteps or creaking sound of a door being opened, I’ll immediately dart back into my room and lock the door. I won’t risk being busted by them, or else I might lose my own freedom. I’ve planned this escape thoroughly, and I won’t let it to be delayed anymore.

The house was still silent, as if respecting my room and me to spend our last moments together. I touched the walls gently, remembering the times when mother and I painted them with colorful patterns and pictures. We both got scolded by grandpa and he ordered them to be painted back to white, but I had lots of fun.

A rush of memories flooded my brain. Picture of mother and I sleeping on the bed as her soft voice reads a story for me, picture of me who fell asleep in her arms, picture of Bruce and me watching the stars together… When the flash of pictures in my mind ended, tears began to dwell on my eyes and my heart began to ache. Can I stand leaving them? Can I survive living on my own?

No. I should not doubt anymore.

I turned to the room across mine, and opened the door. Tiptoeing in the darkness, I reached for the lady sleeping on the bed. She was asleep, of course, since she must be so tired after work. I stroked her face lightly, and kissed her cheek.

“I love you, mom.”

I stood up and rushed outside. I felt like I heard a sobbing sound, but I don’t want to turn back to check. I’ve already made up my mind, and I mustn’t hold back now. Stepping down the stairs, my heart raced, and finally I opened the main door.

The taxi I rented was waiting in a park not far from here. I must not keep that poor guy waiting. Before I sneaked out from the secret path I’ve prepared since months ago - a hole in the wall covered with bushes and flowers, I took the house’s key out of my pocket and threw it away into the pond.

It’s time for me to leave this place, and there’s no returning back.

 

“Hello,” I smiled to the man who was smoking and leaning to the lamppost next to his taxi. He seemed bored. Maybe I made him waiting for too long.

 “Sorry to keep you waiting. I guess we can go now,” I said.

“No problem,” the driver laughed, threw away his cigarette and opened the car’s door for me – ah, what a gentleman! I put my luggage next to me and made myself comfortable, since it’ll be a long journey. And maybe, I won’t be so lucky to have another ride in a taxi. Just maybe.

“Where are you going, Miss-?” he turned and wondered for a name, since I remained anonymous when requesting for the taxi on the phone. Not to mention the taxi company is far from the house and not really famous. Of course, he must be suspicious of what I’m up to. I decided not to be so mysterious, or else he’ll find me too memorable and they’ll easily find out my whereabouts.

“My name is… Hayley. Hayley Starr,” I raised my head and looked him in the eye, “And just go as far as you can from the city, I’ll tell you later when to stop.”

He looked back at me, waiting for me to say something more. He was doubtful, but I didn’t turn my eyes away to tell him I’m sure of what I’m doing. “All right,” he finally said and started the car, “But don’t make me go travel around the whole country and ended up saying you forget your wallet.”

I smiled sweetly again and showed him my wallet. He smiled back, more relaxed now that he knew I’m a paying customer. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. It seemed I had a nice companion for the beginning of my journey.

As the car moved away, I couldn’t help but to turn back and take a last view of the grand house. I caught a glimpse of a woman standing behind the window at the top floor, but the trees covered the way before I could get a better look. The house grew smaller and finally faded away behind the trees. I finally broke down and cried. I covered my face with my hands and my long hair so no one else can see.

Mr.Jefferson, the name of the driver as I saw on his tag, must have thought that I’m sleeping. He began to smoke again and switched the radio programme to the one talking about stuffs I don’t want to hear about. From the corner of my eye I also caught a glimpse of his hand holding a beer bottle. How disgusting.

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