a little note from English Month 9: I'm proud to call her MOM :).yeah, Legato's Mom.

Hi dear,
It is not EM if it's not stressing, depressing, but amazing and spectacular at last.
it is not EM if I can't witness God's hand on us.
EM is also a prove of God's bless.

That was a fantastic day, oct 29th, 2011. the final round of NEO (national english olympiad) 2011.

Still remember about my quarrel with the sponsor last week? well, the problem has finished now, everything's OK with us now. hahaaha.
well, that's how it feels to work as a member of fundraising team. That's how we deal with sponsors, nji.

EM is always full of sensation, though. This is the biggest event of Legato, and I can't be inattentive on working for it.

Here are some photo shots I took with my camera phone yesterday

Me, NEO (the mascot of English Olympiad -it is Gusti inside the costume, LOL), Yudi and Citra (the MCs), and Bu Ina (our Mother)

how could my lips become that red?

Me and NEO

Loemongga, one of the board of creative team, watched one of the Grand finalists delivering her speech.

Representatives from the 10 regions were interviewed by the MCs and asked to demonstrate some part of their cultures.

I think that this is the best EM I've been involved in. And I feel a new sensation, organizing this final round with a love of a Mother.

yes, Legato has just got a new advisor replacing Mr. Nasrul Chotib a.k.a Gondrong, our previous advisor. Meet Bu Inayatul Fariha :), Legato's mother. 

I joined her class last semester, it was Basic prosaic studies.

(well, it was a hard course for me because I was forced to analyze a loooooong prose and I couldn't understand what was the story about.... and so did my mates.)

Well, this 29-year-old woman was a president of Legato when she was attending her undergraduate degree. So I have no doubt about her experience working with Legato, and how big her love is for legato. This is the organization that she once led. She exactly knows how it feels to work with Legato. And I have felt this, she cares very much on us. Hmm, I think Fero - as the president of Legato - knows better how Bu Ina takes care of us, since she interacts more with her.

Dear, when we had a camp in Batu on English Fun Weekend, she came with her son just for checking whether we are OK or not. Well, our former advisor didn't do it in every English Fun Weekend, dear. That's why we feel so loved. even before she was appointed as the advisor, she has accompanied us for some events.

Dear, outside the formal class, me and Bu Ina always have a friendly chat as if I'm talking to my classmates. We talked about many things. When ormawa sastra moved to Simpang bogor 31, Bu Ina was the first lecturer whom I told, and I gave a very clear description about our new office. then we talked a lot about legato, and many other stuff related to Ormawa sastra. I shared a lot about legato with her.

I also talked a lot with her through FB. I like to comment on her status and so does her. and I really enjoy chatting with her, and I didn't realize that it was already midnight.

well, I really feel that she's indeed A MOTHER. 

She does it the best. yes, a mother always does the best for her children, and it's exactly what she does.

WE LOVE YOU, BU INA :)

I'm proud to call you MOTHER. And I regret that after this EM 9 I will finish my service period in Legato. I only experience your love for 3 months. then perhaps I will continue my organization works to the Student Executive Board. Ma'am, wish that I could have another one year in Legato xD~

(no, Angie. you should not say that. You are a hard worker and you said that it's good for you to work for Student Executive Board. You have proven it when you worked for Karnaval Sastra and CSR Magazine)

Well, can't wait to share with you about NEO's results. love you ma'am...

ANYWAY, I WANNA SAY BIG CONGRATULATIONS FOR THE WINNERS OF NEO 2011!!!

RRRREEEEEESIIIIIIIGNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, after waiting for quite long, now I RESIGN from my job as an english club Instructor at Ar Rohmah Boarding school! Yes, I said goodbye to my students on this sumpah pemuda day!
I started working there on August 14th, 2010 (hehe, that's smanawa's birthday), it's quite a long time, huh?

It's quite tiring for me to drive from malang to Dau and it depletes my fuel. that's why it's a good idea to resign from that school. there are many more jobs to choose, nji. and you'd better focus on ur study :)

is that all that u want to post, nji?
not really.
Well, i'm still busy completing my scholarship application. it drives me crazy recently. oh ya, that-very-beautiful-lecturer-who-i-appoint-as-a-referee finally agreed to write me a recommendation letter. AHAIIIIYAHAAA.
I love you maaam :) *feed her with cupcakes*

And tomorrow is the FINAL round of National English Olympiad 2011. Let's see whether Malang region will be the winner or not :)

LEGATO, FIGHT! LEGATO , FIGHT!

yeah, tomorrow I'll wear that cute T-shirt. Go on, Fundraising team:)

Ballads of the T-SHIRTS.

look at these T-shirts!

this is the official t-shirt for our big event, English Month 9. and I am in charge of selling these T-shirts to the lecturers!
I'm glad to know that my lecturers also like the design, although it looks like a teenage distro T-shirts that is usually worn by teens. I love your youthful soul, sir, ma'am :)

We, the committee, will wear this T-shirt on the final round. It is a pride to wear the same 'uniform', showing our identity as LEGATO :)

OK, stop talking about T-shirts. I know that it is exciting. back to work, angie. finish converting your scores into US grade. work for your scholarship. AMERICA, HERE I COME!

weeks of quarrels

Malang is getting hotter. And I can't deny that it affected my emotion.
I get upset very easily, and my mind is always in a worry.
Moreover, we are now in a peak time. Hectic week.
National English Olympiad's final round is about to come.
I, appointed as a member of fundraising team, am handling a sponsorship with a famous english course in Malang.
at first, nothing wrong. I agreed every 'contraprestation' (what do I call it?) they want. they asked this, and that, and this, and that... I said yes to them all. then the MoU was signed.
But the matter started a few days ago when I asked the sponsor about managing the permission of setting up the sponsor's banner on the university's gate.
in the proposal, it's clearly written that it is them that should manage all the permission themselves. it is them who has to send a letter of asking permission to the household division of our faculty. I remind them that duty. but they denied! they angrily told me that we have disobeyed the MoU!
what the f*c*??

I told the coordinator of fundraising team. she also got upset knowing the sponsor blamed us, while actually they are the one who is fault.
then they phoned me. they explained that asking permission is our internal business and they don't have anything to do with that. then I told them that the proposal said that it's their duty. still they can't accept that.
then, the president of Legato mediated our quarrel and re-explained what I said. I AM right. everything I said is based on the proposal. and they have signed the MoU.
still, they don't understand. and finally the marketing officer said to the president of legato,

"OK, sekarang saya urusannya sama mbak fero aja ya? sama mbak Angie kok miskomunikasi terus"

(OK, Now I'd like to contact with mbak Fero dealing with this matter, yes? I always have a miscommunication with mbak Angie)

I can only give this expression toward the statement: --"
--". --".--" --" --" 
@#$%^&*&%^$#%!!!!!!
Dear Lord, did I besmirch legato's image on that big institution?
I hope I didn't :(
it will affect next year's generation if they want to make a contract with this institution again.

that's the first problem.
the second problem: about my scholarship.
I reapply a scholarship that I failed. AMINEF. yea, I failed the scholarship last term, and I reapply this year. with the same 2 lecturers as a referee! the first is my advisor. I joined his class only when I was an IC student. His field deals with literature aspects and I major linguistics.
so, in brief, I never and will never take any of his classes, and in fact I'm not quite close with him although he is my advisor. I only met him in the beginning of the semester, to have him signed my course contract.
I'm not quite close with him. but everyone said that it is better for a scholarship applicant to ask a recommendation letter from his/her advisor. therefore, I ask him and he quickly gave me one.
the second referee is a young and beautiful lecturer, let me call her Ms S.
I have joined her class for 5 SEMESTERS IN A ROW (waaaaw!!) and I enjoy it very much. moreover, for the last 2 semesters, I am appointed as the captain of the class. I love that lecturer. Sometimes, she is more like a friend to me. moreover, our birthdays are only one-day different, and we can celebrate it together. I shared a lot of things, both laughter and tears.
Now, you can imagine how close we are. Therefore I have no doubt to appoint her as my referee.
Last friday i asked her for a recommendation letter. then, today, I checked whether she has written me a letter. she said: no.
then I asked bla bla bla, she answered bla bla bla, I answered bla bla bla until I come to a conclusion: she hasn't written me one, cz at first she thought that there should be a form to be filled. but in fact, no. then i told her that the letter is the same as what she wrote last year. but, she forgot last year's letter.
OMG ~

her tone was like having a quarrel when she talked with me through SMS. LORD! I don't want her to get angry at me, I don't want her to be upset on me, I don't want her to be disappointed because of me. please. i'm just getting upset because of the marketing officer of that-very-sponsor, and now I don't want to be upset because of this letter. LORD! I love that lecturer!
#readingrobithohprayer

Lord, if I should blame the hot temperature that covers Malang recently, please make us understand and able to deal with it.

Cherry belle in me

Tuhan, tolong aku

ku tak dapat menahan rasa di dadaku

Dear Lord, Please help me. I can't control all the feelings inside my heart. Yes, I can't control it. the feeling that drives me to the places I've never been before.  I always go there everyday, just to see his car, and I ignore my motor's fuel...

I don't know why am I always attracted to do this kind of thing. driving to that place everyday, just to see this car, then I go back to my campus. and when the class is over, I went back there, to see that car again.

Lord, this enthusiastic feeling crawls over my body. My heart screams bloodily.

Ingin aku memiliki

namun dia ada yang punya

Lord, I know that being in love doesn't mean that I should belong to the guy I'm in love with. but he's all about excitement. I'm sure that I can paint my sky with rainbow if I'm with him. If only I could, Lord..

I want to belong to him. But You have decided the fate, You have given him the best for his life: a princess. He has already got his princess, and she's not me.

I don't know why.......

Tuhan, bantu aku.

Ternyata dia kekasih sahabatku...

Should I hurt her feeling?

What I know is that nothing's wrong with love!

Love is a matter of one person. He/she can love anyone, as big as what he/she wants.

You are already the best for him, matey. I don't know who am I for him,

what I know is that he knows that I often meet you!

And he doesn't know that everyday I drive that far, just to see his car,

and hoping to meet him by chance..

Entah apa yang harus kukatakan

Hatiku bimbang jadi tak menentu

Now that I always feel confused and clueless. I can't stop this feeling and I can't have a spirit to live my day without loving you, although I know that you're already belong to someone else. I have no right and don't dare to break your bond, although sometimes I have a willing to do so.

Bukan maksud diriku melukai hatimu

Namun aku juga wanitaYang ingin merasakan cinta

As long as I don't declare my love to you, dear, everything is OK :D

I don't want to hurt you by saying these kind of things

It's only in me. No one else knows.

I need to fill my air with love, so that I can have a spirit to continue my life.

At least, to be more enthusiastic to improve myself, then show you that I have something worthwhile in me.

That's the advantage of having a soul of lovers inside me.

never never want to

really really love you

maafkan aku mengecewakanmu

really really love you

never never leave you

segera aku melupakan dirinya...

At first I didn't think that one day I will love you like this. And I didn't want to have this feeling. Then I decide to keep this feeling inside my heart and never tell you about this. I know that you will be disappointed if you know that I have a crush on you. What I know is that we are good friends. We share laughter together and you don't know that I have a feeling. You don't know that I directly forget the guy i've been searching for these days, for the sake of being with you, although I know that you have got your girlfriend.

Honey, do you know how much that hurts?

I write these not for forcing you to love me. No, I don't. 

Being thankful, a certainty, and my plans.

"Why do we never know what we've got till it's gone, How could I carry on, the day you went away?" (M2M: The day you went away)

Yes, I admit it.

What M2M said was right. I never realize how worthwhile they were, until I lose them :( Dear, may I once again post about my disappointment about my bedroom? yes, this problem is really dominating this semester. It started on August 14th when Auntie W occupied my bedroom and took over my privacy. Dear, during I own that bedroom, I used to leave it in a mess. My books are spread everywhere in the floor along with my praying dress. but, no matter how messy it is, this is my private territory where I love to do anything I can't do under other people's watching. I love to write about my secrets in my bed, staring on his photo for so long, making lypsinc video, scrapbooking.... all done in my bedroom. I used to neglect the tidiness, the most important thing is I am having fun on my bedroom, I don't care whether it is messy or not. But now, it's all gone. Now my bedroom is not different with a hospital room. Auntie W laid on my bed, hissing hurtfully due to her left foot which is 'rotten' (how do I call it?) by her Diabetes. Medicines, ointments, sanitary gloves, alcohol bottles, bandage rolls, are all around the corner. Everytime I enter that room, I always feel that my room is now farther than its owner. It seems to keep a distance and doesn't want to be involved with me again :( Dear bedroom, I'm still your owner. My Aunt does a coup d'etat. and it is almost 2 months. You can imagine, you can feel, how depressed I am! dear bedroom, now I realized how worthwhile you are, because you are my one and only palace to do my things and you are my most essential privacy ever. I admit that I was wrong on underestimating you. now I have to take nap on the sofa, and sleep with my mom - well, since I was very young I've liked to sleep alone. It causes me to wake up in the morning with a depressed feeling, and it has happened for almost 2 months. Oh my God --" I have bought some gift papers to be used as a decoration, and now I'm planning to buy a rotating night lamp and a plastic pink curtain. It shows my enthusiasm on waiting that very beautiful day. Yesterday I listened to my mom talking with her sister in pasuruan, about this sick Auntie W. she said that Auntie W plans to fly back to Jakarta on December.


DECEMBER?



IS IT ALREADY A CERTAINTY?





CRAP.



I have been becoming a victim of Auntie W's coup d'etat since this 5th semester hasn't started yet and it will be ended on my final week. So, let's call this 5th semester as a whole semester without sleeping in my bedroom at all. how crap it is, huh? and it will be remembered for my whole life. So that, from now on, I learned a thing. No matter how messy my bedroom is, I have to be thankful for owning a bedroom. Now I know how it feels for not having a bedroom at all. Even I put my books on the living room table, I always study for my courses there, and have no privacy to write about secret things or any stuffs about 'him'. Everything I can do is only praying for my aunt. again. praying. that's all. And keep on being patient on facing my aunt's behavior. Dear bedroom, I love you anyway. Sorry to post about you again, but this problem is dominating me.


BTW, I am having a hectic week. Bunch of assignments in a row. Research Methods in Linguistics, Cross-Cultural Understanding, Drama I, DISCOurse analysis, journalism, sociolinguistics, and studying for statiSH*T!!! ahahaaii.