oh well, since my German teacher ask US, members of class A.1.2 dienstag+donnerstag 1530 to start writing something in German, i will start filling this space with.. English.

yes, this is a post from your lovely lame- highschool -er. lame holiday, and dont really have nothing else to do (besides whatever you called aufraumen, im garten arbeiten, waschen, kuchen and something like that). It isnt a holiday after all, fot the 12th and 9th graders are doing their national exam. way to go guys!

BUT still, first days of holidays were good enough for me. Monday i get to sleep like hours, get up to eat and then snoozing again. Tuesday was a blast, woke up early in the morning to catch the bus to Ratu Plaza. Dann nehme Ich der TransJakarta Bus nach Bundaran Hotel Indonesia. MEeting up with my fella Hansdika to get some err-culinary(?) experience at Social House.Then off we go to Goethe Institut to fill the papers. Then i'm off catching the same bus, running to Dio's Geburtstagfeier at PIM II.

Went home and go straight to bed.

Yesterday i went to ITC and grab some DVDs. Got the Shutter Island and a package of how i met your mother season 1. 42.000 rupiahs a package seems to be quite worthed, since it IS hell of funny and even mom loves Barney! believe it or not, they really representing the real lives and also moral values. you guys should watch them. i really envy of marshall and lily :') :') really a worth of 42.000 rupiahs. sweet.

nope, i havent done my assignments yet.

this post is lame. i'm signing off.

since i got nothing (yet) to babble on in this mighty space, from now on i will give you, my dearest readers, something new! i will try to repost good writings from books i read.. okay here's the first one :)

Pak


"Pak,"
"Ya, Nak,"
"Aku kangen sekali..."
"Bapak juga, nduk,"
"Aku males sekolah lagi jadinya,"
"Jangan, nduk. Kamu jangan jadi bodoh seperti Bapakmu ini. Turuti kata Budemu,"
"Sekarang ini Bude jahat, Pak. Kepalaku selalu dipukul. Ngasih makan pun jarang,"
"Sabar, anakku..."
"Bapak ndak pergi karena marah sama aku 'kan?"
"Ndak, anakku,"
"Bukan karena aku sering nakal?"
"Bapak malah sayang sekali sama kamu,"
"Aku ikut Bapak aja ya?"
"Aduh, jangan. Pasti nantinya kamu akan ketemu Bapak, tho?"
"Aku ndak kuat, Pak. Secepatnya aku pasti susul Bapak..."

Kemudian putriku tersebut mencium tanah makamku dan memeluk nisanku.

Tak terasakah airmata Bapak jatuh di tengkukmu, Nak?

karya Laila Achmad, dari buku 100 Kata
*100 Kata: buku terbitan antipasti, isinya cerita2 yang semuanya terdiri persis dari 100 kata.

never, ever underestimate the power of words :)

anda pemimpin, tapi tidak punya integritas.
saya kecewa.