These spectacular days....

started on January 21st when I had my vacation with the legatoers on jatim park. this was the first time for me visiting this place...

here are some of the snapshots taken at jatim park:

warning: after playing on a ride that makes your body being shaken, e.g star chase, tornado, columbus, etc. PLEASE don't play on other ride unless your body is strong enough. I played on star chase, and continued to play on columbus, it made me vomit. it happened 3 times, and I got a terrible dizziness. For approximately an hour I couldn't continue having fun activities.

Overall, that was so much of fun. we went back home on dawn. after we arrived back on our campus, we gathered, made a circle, unite our hands in the middle and yelled LEGATO, FIGHT!!

and that was (perhaps) the last time for me to yell those words :(

the next day (I mean, today) is the day that I've been waiting for . Auntie's departure to Jakarta. She left at 7.00 with my mom and my other aunt. Mom will be in jakarta for 2 days.

Now, i wanna yell:

I HAVE MY BEDROOM NOW!!! yaaa haaa!!!

*dance*

*dance*

here are some rearrangement and make-overs of my bedroom.

As days are being counted

3 Days to go :)

my aunt starts packing her things, her clothes are already taken away from the cupboard and are now packed in boxes. her medicines are already cleaned up from the table.... 3 days to go and i'll (again) be the master of my holy pink sanctuary....

can't wait that day to come

can't wait to clean up my bedroom

can't wait to decorate my bedroom

can't wait to buy new accessories...

look at the table. it used to be full with medicines, but not now. they are already cleaned up.

my aunt's thingies. they're being packed right now, and will be sent to jakarta through expedition

another corner of my bedroom. these tables are used to be put many kinds of bandages. but now, they're empty already.

I have to be patient. to wait for sunday to come, to wait for my salary to be received, and decorate my room to make it cozier...

Damn! time is crawling..

Lord, thanks for blessing me, and granting what I wished for. Thanks for giving my privacy back. Thanks for giving me this bless along with a happy moment I will have with legato: A vacation to jatim park! it's going to be the first time for me visiting that amusement park. THE FIRST TIME? am I kidding? no!

I come from a family which hardly ever goes out to have vacation. Dad dislikes refreshing or visiting amusement parks or tourism sites. while mom, though she likes and badly needs a vacation, she can't drive by herself to go for a vacation, and her hectic schedule makes her unable to steal some time to go out. while me, I badly need a vacation. I always feel jealous and envious seeing my friends traveled to many beautiful places, and I am sitting alone at home, watching the photos of my friends having vacation posted in FB, no one asked me to go out with them. believe me, I feel badly, terribly, deadly, JEALOUS.
OK, you can say "IT'S WEIRD TO HAVE NEVER BEEN TO JATIM PARK!!" But it's INDEED a fact that my father dislikes vacation. Mom admits that. not only mom, but also everyone in his office admits dad's disliking in vacationing. they said that that's the way my dad is. Poor me :(

And this is going to be a precious time for me. To have fun in jatim park with legato. Dear legato, somehow I feel jealous to see your photos having vacation in beautiful places. this time, I wanna join you, so that I can show to my great-grandchildren that their grandma has experienced a vacation - which is very rare in my family. 

Dad, mom, vacation is expensive in this family. So, may I trust my friends instead of both of you for having a qualified vacation? thank you.

Welcoming the 6th semester

so, what do you do to gain enthusiasm and excitement to start a new semester?
me: buy pink things.

my pencilcase with pink stationaries

my phone strap, it costs IDR 7K, kinda too expensive,huhu

my binder note

my meal box bag

so, these are a few of the giftpapers I collect, to be  put in my wall as a decoration

P.S.: Well, blogger is kinda uncooperative, look at the pictures I upload, they're messed up :(

OK, tomorrow I'll start the 6th semester, with new courses that will increase (or kill?) my curiosity in linguistics. about development of language use in society. well, I realize that majoring linguistics is exactly the best choice, it is exciting, indeed... =)

the number "22"

what's on the number 22?
My age this year? yeah, I will be 22 next may. but, 22 for me is more than just an age.
it's because... there will be something happened on January 22nd...

insya Allah, on that day, I will....

GET MY BEDROOM BACK!!!

alhamdulillah, a certainty has come, that my Aunt has finally recovered (but not totally, for sure...) 
She will go back home to Jakarta on January 22nd, exactly 1 week after I start the brand new semester. YAYAAAAAAAAY!

January 22nd, please come to me NOW NOW NOOOOOOOOWWW!!!

OK, so, several weeks ago, Dad hired a carpenter and he made some new cupboards and bookshelves. and I am given a new big bookshelf. waw! it smells bad, and I haven't thought about what am I going to do with this new bookshelf. Recently I put my dolls in the top part of that shelf, and my parachute praying dress that I usually bring everyday at campus. well, I'm still thinking about what are going to be put on that new bookshelf.

all after all, the day when I will get my privacy back is now can be counted. ONE WEEK TO GO =)

lalalaalalaaaa =D

thank God I have my most precious privacy back.
after I receive my salary of tutoring my student, I will spend it to buy a pink plastic curtain =)

so glad to have my own castle. LET'S COUNT THE DAYS DOWN!

I will never forget yesterday... and any other january 9th I had.

Dear, I love yesterday ... January 9th 2012.... a moment that I always wait everytime the calendar turns into a new year.

Happy birthday to my senior high school teacher, bu rusna....

this year I made her 3 packs of Dorayaki (I cooked them myself, hehe... I still have my cooking ability), and a stop-motion video I made by myself, packed in a self-made greeting card that looks like a children craft xD~
and it smells like a pack of fresh glue...

I phoned her at 6.00. am, saying happy birthday. She said, "Please, don't congratulate me at school". also, she seemed to be hectic cz she is about to leave for school. she also said that she will go to the campus (well, she studied in the same university with me) to legalize her teaching certificate. Hey, she will be on campus and I will be there too, cz that day i was going to meet a faculty officer to clarify the problems happened in my KRS).

Then, after going to the faculty, I walked to FMIPA and found out no queue on legalizing certificate. i also went to A3 building (the registration and administration center in my campus), and found out that she wasn't there. then I went to ormawa and spent hours talking with Rizal and Kustin, my mates. and finally, at 2. pm, I went to smanawa. I tried to stop her in the parking lot and gave her the gift, I couldn't find her motorcycle.
I finally met mbak Eka, a japanese teacher of theirs, and she asked me to drive her to a bus stop near UB to catch a public transportation. OK, so I went with her. After driving to a bus stop, I directly went to sawojajar. to her home :)

I arrived at sawojajar at (approximately) 3 pm. There, I didn't directly come to Bu Rusna's house, cz my feeling said: NO! I always follow my intuition, no matter what. Then I wandered around the area, letting myself lost, and finally found a wayout. Seeing new places that I haven't known before =D

after (probably) half an hour wandering the complex until my fuel decreased, I came to Bu Rusna's house and I saw her motorcycle. I concluded that she was already home. then I knocked her door.
"Assalamualaikuuuuuum!"
then her daughter came out, "yes, waalaikum salam."
"Dear, can I meet your mother?"
"She hasn't gone home yet"
"Oh, ok. I'll come back here later"

I conclude that she went out with Pak Kardi, by car. Again, I wandered that complex, from Jonge Road until I stopped in front of velodrome. then I came back to her house, and I found out that their car was already parked in their garage. SHE HAS FINALLY ARRIVED. I gasped. It was freezing cold and I didn't wear any jacket. Well, I feel that there's something wrong with my breathing. yes. I can feel my teeth shivering, and it was hard to me to breath. Well, my lung problem came out.

I knocked the door again. Thank God, she came out =)

I greeted her and said happy birthday. I gave her 2 kisses. she let me in, and as I walked inside, I saw fireflies in my eyes xD~. and I feel like I'm flying.
seems that I wanna re-create Mocca's song "butterflies in my tummy" into this one:

"I had fireflies flying round inside my eyes when I walked in...
I hear bell chimes ringing blown by wind of spring when I walked in...
Ooh this breathing problem came out again, makes me wanna sigh, makes me wanna drink my medicines...
oooh this breathing difficulty due to the weather, I just can't tell whether if I feel sick or better...
I had fireflies flying round inside my eyes when I walked in..."


I entered the house and sat down, then I said "Maaaaaaaaaam, wait wait.... It's hard for me to breathe. wait a minute."
after arranging my breath, I put out the gift and give it to her. She asked, "Hey, what are these?"
"Dorayakis. Self-cooked."
"When did you cooked it?"
"Yesterday"

I also gave her a CSR magazine, a magazine that I worked for. I saw her the article that I wrote.

We talked about maaaany things. about her enjoin in STK Asri kusuma (traditional dance club in my university) when she was attending college.
we talked about her thesis which was done only in 4 months
we talked about my teacher's children who were suffering from asthma
and many more.
I also met pak Kardi. I shouted "WOEY, PAK!!!" (Hey, sir!) and he friendlily said, "Woey, Prith!" and he shook my hand like the way my friends greet me.

overall, it is the first time after 3 years for me to came to this house. the last time I came there was when I was 19, and now I'm (almost) 22. It's been a long time.

Well, bu rusna - although she has aged up and her hairs start to turn grey - she still looks so beautiful. she still has the chinese exoticism - the main thing that makes her look outstanding. yeah, she is Chinese. and she's beautiful.

I feel relieved, after several time waiting, I can meet her again. and it happened yesterday, a day that I will never forget. Happy Birthday, Bu Rusna :)

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