bLep.. bLep.. bLep..

3 days before my scheduled departure… BARU DEH KERASA SEDIHNYA! Sial, padahal kmaren2 gw fine aja. Emang sih rada sedih tapi masih santaaaaaiii.. A week ago I was like, "Oh I’m gonna depart in a week. OK. So what? I’ll be fine." and now I’m like, "WHAAAATTT?? Only 3 days to go??? Ur kidding me! There’s still still so much I haven’t done yet! Like this.. and this… and that.."

                                                            

Kenapa y jadi tiba2 panik gini? Padahal sblom2nya gw bner2 bodo amat. Waktu tmen2 gw pada ribut gara gw dah mau brangkat pun gw cuek.. Yah meskipun dipikirin g sgitu2nya amat lah. Eh malah tiba2 tadi pagi bangun udah dagegen (deg-deg-an mxdnya) gini. Mungkin karena ini hari trakhir gw ktemu Maya, teman curhat setia gw soal masalah "itu", kali y? Besok dya mau cabut ke Bali, jadi g bisa nganter ke airport. Dan pas gw pikir2 lgy… oh iya ya, brarti gw baru bisa curhat face-to-face ama dya lgy.. TAUN DEPAN! Dan brarti gw baru bisa ktemu tmen2 gw lgy.. y taun depan juga. Dodol bgt y gw baru nyadar skarang? Slama ini gw berasa cuma bakal pergi seminggu. Jadi pas temen2 gw heboh, gw kalem2 aja. Baru skarang gw sadar, tnyata setaun itu bukan waktu yg singkat ya? Makin dipikir kok staun malah jadi makin lama… makin lama, dan makin lama.

                                                                  

Slama ini gw nganggep staun itu sbentar banget karena gw slalu mikir, kok cepet bgt ya gw dah kelas 3? Prasaan kmaren gw masih jadi anak SMP ingusan g tau apa2 yg baru masuk 8. Brarti 2 taun tu cepet. Dan gw pikir pasti staun lebih cepet lgy. Tapi setelah gw pikir lebih dalem, dalam staun kmaren gw mesti ngelewatin 6x TB. Ikut OSN. Bikin TESIS. Bikin BT. Ngurus diklat (yg g becus). Ngurus LFI 8. Bikin drama kelas. Putus ma mantan. Jadian ma pacar. Ikut ini.. Ikut itu.. Ngurus ini.. Ngurus itu.. Klo gw sempet nglakuin itu smua, brati staun tu lama dong?? Nah lho. Jd staun tu cepet apa lama? Apa lama skaligus cepet? Jadi bingung deh.   

                                        

But suddenly I remembered, akan ‘kata-kata bijak’ Iwan. "Yang nentuin staun itu lama atau cepet itu kamu sendiri. Tergantung cara kamu milih mau gimana  ngabisin waktu staun itu.. " Klo gw ngelewatin staun ini sebagai beban y pasti lebih lama dong jadinya. If so.. gw mau nglewatin staun itu dg seneng2! (hehehe, maunya hepi doang) Gw mau berpuas2 ria kabur dari 8 yang tiap hari makin kayak penjara, yang tiap hari auranya makin mematikan.. Smoga aja ntar gw bisa nemuin temen2 ama kegiatan2 yg bner2 pas ma gw, jd gw bisa bener2 enjoy dan nikmatin waktu staun itu. Sapa tau ntar ujung2nya gw malah g mau pulang gara2 keenakan. HEhehe. *langsung dikeplak nyokap yg kesepian gw tinggal*

                                     

Hmm. Lega juga crita gini. I still have the cold feet, but at least it’s much better. Bwt Maya yg g bakal gw liat lgy slama staun, goodbye… Hix3. Ntar sapa dong yg mau denger curhatan gw soal "itu" dsana? Klo gw e-mail kudu dbales y.. Ntar kita chatting2 soal Aussie boy y. Hehehe. Dadah Maya! Smoga ntar lulus UAN/UAS/SPMB.. (yg laen mah ntar aja. masih ktemu kok ;p)

i swear i’m getting weirder and weirder… don’t know what’s wrong. or actually, maybe i DO know. i just don’t want to tell. or maybe I CAN’T tell. not now, at least.. u know sometimes it’s weird when u really don’t want to hurt someone, u ended up hurting them really bad instead. and what should u do if it gets more complicated? example, if u do this, u’d please person A but hurt person B. but if u do that, u’d hurt person A, and please person B instead. and if u do another thing, they’d both get hurt. ofcourse u could choose doing the thing that u think would please u more, but then again, u have no idea which one would. if so, what should u do? i do understand it’s a matter of choices, and in life, choices have to be made. but choices are not always easy. it can be very hard at times. and for me, these are definitely one of those times. i need help. but then again, who should i ask for help?

Keluar mulut harimau masuk mulut buaya. Stelah bebas dari siksaan high-heels, di rumah alm. kakek gw, gw disambut oleh adek spupu ’tercinta’ berumur sekitar 5 tahun yang amat sangat hiperaktif dan menakutkan skali. Dikit2 :

                                                                  

”Mbak Lika! Mbak Lika!” *awalnya masih lucu*

”Apa?” *masih blom tau apa2*

”Pinjem hp bwt foto2.”

”Nih.” *masih bae*

                                       

setelah ceprat cepret beberapa kali..

                                       

”Mbak Uti (my sis)! Mbak Lika!” *udah g lucu2 amat*

”Apa?”

”Maen kartu.”

”Ya udah.” * udah mulai biasa aja nanggepinnya*

                                       

setelah dua-tiga kali permainan… Mbak Uti sukses kabur dari kejaran makhluk kecil yg ternyata berbahaya ini. Lalu…

                                    

”Mbak Lika! Mbak Lika!” *udah g lucu*

”Apa?” *udah mulai punya bad feeling*

”Maen perang2an!” *bad feeling terbukti*

”Aduh aku lagi sakit perut.. Ntar aja y??” (emg bner kok)

”Ya udah aku ambilin pistolnya…” *cuek*

”….” *pasrah*

                                           

setelah beberapa sesi maen pedang2an ama pistol2an berdua..

                                             

”Mbak Lika! Mbak Lika!” *udah mulai nakutin*

”Yaa….?? Apa..??” *udah mulai lemes*

”Sekolah2an!”

”Ya udah… Siapa bu gurunya?”

”Ngga ada.”

”Lho?”

”Udah ah sekolahnya. Ke Delta (nama sejenis mall di Surabaya) aja!”

(ya ampun, anak TK udah ngerti cabut. Mau jadi apa bangsa ini???)

“Mbak Lika, lari! Ada polisi!!!!!” *lari penuh penghayatan*

”???” *terpaksa ikut lari*

                                             

and then…

                                        

”Mbak Lika! Mbak Lika!” *udah bner2 nakutin*

”APAA????” *udah bner2 takut dan capek*

”Ayo kita nangkep maliiiiing!!!! Pistolnya bawa ya! Malingnya ada 500!!!”

“AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHH!!!” *mulut berbusa*

                                                                              

dan stelah nembak2in maling, jadi polisi, ‘camping’ di ruang tamu, dan maen rumah2an di kamar tamu, akhirnya gw bisa melarikan diri juga berhubung kamar tamunya ac-nya bocor trus dya dpanggil ibunya. Jadi gw lsg ngabur ke kakak gw ngajak nglanjutin nyetrika kebaya… Sbnernya dya dah mau maen mobil2an tuh. Untung g jadi. Knapa untung? Karena mobil2annya gde dan bisa dya naekin, dan gw agak trauma karena dari dulu gw suka ditabrak ma dya pake mobil itu dg full power…

                                             

***

                                        

Setelah kebaya dan kain selsai disetrika, kita ganti baju. Kebayanya mah gampaaaang. Kainnya itu lho. G ngerti gmana cara makenya. Punya yg laen mah udah jaitan, tinggal dipake. Punyaku ini lho. Y udah daripada mikir kelamaan, dandan dulu deh. Seneng juga sih skali2 dandan. Tadinya pengen nyoba dandan ndiri, tp bhubung dcoba dikit aja dah blepotan akhirnya didandanin Mbak Uti deh. Hehehe. Thx sis!

                                              

Tnyata stelah dandan pun Bude Ida yg mau bantuin pake kain (I forgot to tell u that my mom didn’t come along. She stayed in Jakarta b’coz she was sick) blom selsai dandan. Akhirnya Mbak Uti lagi deh yg masangin, walau tanpa pengalaman. Yah gpp lah, yg penting jadi. Awalnya stelah berkutat dengan kain laknat itu selama beberapa saat, kainnya udah kepasang, tp kok stelah diliat2 lipetannya nyampe ke blakang gtu y?? Dan dengan sangat menyesal… Kain kembali dibongkar… Tapi setelah mencoba2 tarik sana tarik sini tahan sana tahan sini dan iket sana iket sini, kain sukses dipasang! Dengan rapi pula. Thx a lot sis! I owe u much…

                                              

***

                                                                  

Sesampainya di kondangan ternyata gw baru tau klo acaranya standing party. Which means… gw g boleh duduk!!! Which means… I’m stuck standing wearing those evil shoes all night long!!!! HELP! Yah, sbnernya sih tempat duduk ada, tapi cuma dikit dan udah terlanjur diserbu oleh para ibu2 dan tante2 yg sbagian besar berhigh heels juga, yg kmungkinan besar sih sedang merasakan hal yg sama dg gw… Yasuww berhubung naga di perut sudah meraung2, stelah puas meratapi nasib dan sukses kabur dari that little devil I told u about earlier; gw, kakak gw, spupu gw Astrid (yg adalah kakak kandung dari the little devil), dan istri spupu gwà Mbak

Meta

, langsung menjelajahi berbagai stand2 makanan yang ada.

                                                                                    

Karena tamu yang diundang cukup banyak, yaitu 1000++, tentu saja makanan yang disediakan beraneka ragam dan banyak jumlahnya pula! Tanpa basa-basi kita langsung menyerbu… Pertama2 kebab. Enak. Clingak clinguk bentar, eh nemu es longan. Nyicip dikit, enak. Ambil yang banyak. Abis, tapi perut masih minta diisi. Ngider2 sesaat. Waaaa, ada bebek

Peking

!!!! MAUU! Ambil…. Enak juga. Minum, ambil air. Eh di deket2 situ ada kambing guling. Ambiiiiiiillll lagiii… Duh bumbunya pedes. Ambil air lagi ah… Wah es longannya masih ada! Semangkok lagi deh. Boleh lah. Hehehe. Eh tiba2 Astrid ama Mbak Meta dateng bawa puding. Icip dikit g dosa kok. Hhhhh. Kenyang juga. Clingak clinguk, lho, trnyata anggota kluarga yg laen dah pada nyelametin pengantennya! Lsg deh buru2 ngantre (g tau diri banget makan duluan nyalamin blakangan ;p). Foto2 bentar, trs ngumpul ama kluarga. Ternyata ada VIP section, dan… BANYAK KURSIIII!!!! Akhirnya for the first time that nigh, pantat bisa menyentuh kursi! Senangnyaaaaaaaa. Tidak lama kemudian Astrid ngajak ngambil salad buah. Tadinya tidak tergoda, tp berhubung ngliat kok kayaknya menggoda gtu ya ada taburan keju di atasnya? Ambil deh. Hehehe. Tapi dikit kok J Abis itu, pulang, cuci muka, tidur. KESIMPULAN: Sampai saat ini tidak tega melihat timbangan…

                                                                                     

Haaaaaaahhhh itulah pengalaman gw Sabtu kmaren, dsaat anak2 laen lgy pada heboh konvoy SchoolympIIc, gw justru terjebak dengan high heels ama setan kecil yang pas kondangan mencoba memelorotkan kain yg gw pasang dengan susah payah… Makanya gw lega juga akhirnya bisa duduk kembali di kursi biru beroda di depan komputer bermonitor hitam dan ber-cpu putih yg kalau dipikir2 baik bentuk dan warnanya tidak cocok dengan sang monitor J

Whewwwww. Cape. Pegel. Lelah. Tired. Exhausted… (apa sih. kok jadi ktularan Inu gini jayusnya.) Whyyyy??????? Karena, saudara2 sebangsa dan setanah air sekalian untuk pertama kalinya sejak bertahun2 yg lalu gw disuruh pake high heels ke kondangan spupu gw. Yah okelah klo tu kondangan di Jakarta, paling banter 2 jam juga bisa dicopot. Wong kondangannya di Surabaya! Jadi gw kudu ngider2 airport pake spatu setan itu. OK, OK, mungkin lo pikir bisa bawa spatu laen bwt di airport trus baru pake tu high heels pas acara. MASALAHNYA, nyokap gw tiba2 nyuruh gw pake selop 5 menit sblom brangkat ke airport! Dan berhubung gw sebagai seorang cewe yg tomboy g punya selop yg bagus (koleksi footwear gw cuma sbates sepatu keds ma sneakers, plus sandal jepit converse kesayangan ama 3 buah flat shoes yg salah satunya udah jebol), akhirnya dipinjeminlah gw selop nyokap, yang ternyata haknya amat sangat tinggi (yah ngga juga sih, but for a sneaker lover like me, well…). Yasuww. Akhirnya batal deh rencana pake flat shoe putih gw (yg udah dekil) itu.

                                             

Sbnernya nyokap nyuruh gw bekel spatu laen biar gw g pegel, tp bhubung koper bokap dah g muat dmasukin barang, gw males nenteng2, dan bokap dah mulai rewel b’hubung taksi dah dateng, akhirnya langsung gw pake deh selop nyokap tanpa bekel genti. Toh gw pikir, ah cuma sbentar ini acaranya. How hard could it be, wearing high-heels for 2 days? Dan lagian, sbnernya gw pengen juga sih skali2 nyoba pake high heels, hehehe.

                                                 

TERNYATA. Baru dipake 5 menit doang ke lobi kaki dah pegel2. Apalagi pas di airport ngider2 kesana kemari bwt check-in ambil boarding pass dsb.. Gw kudu berkali2 manggil kakak gw supaya jgn jalan cepet2 ninggalin gw. Baru deh nyesel skarang. Naek tangga susah. Naek escalator takut jatoh. Jalan turun dikit takut kpeleset. AAAAAAARRRGHH! Lega juga sih waktu nyampe pesawat, bisa duduk dan mengistirahatkan otot2 kaki yg mulai kram karena harus disuruh jinjit terus…

                                                               

Nyampe di Surabaya, perjuangan kembali dimulai karena turun pesawatnya kudu pake tangga terus naek bus. Jadi turunnya selangkah. Brenti. Selangkah. Brenti. Selangkah. Baru deh setelah beberapa kali mulai pede dan jalan lebih cepet J Untung g lama kemudian sukses keluar airport dan nemu taksi, langsung deh taksi melaju ke dr. Sutomo 99…

So, last week I held a farewell party at my house (read: tiny apartment). I didn’t count but I think there were more than 30 people who came, so you can imagine how crowded my teeny weeny apartment was! There were friends from inXAnity, IPA A, spectrum, and even IPA C whom I hanged out with in the previous vacation.. But even until 8 or 9, Iwan hadn’t come. I got a bit cranky  about it, even crankier because I hadn’t heard a word from him that day. I thought he was still mad at me because of the argument we had the previous day. So when my friends asked me when will he probably come, I just answered with something like, “I dunno. Ask him. Maybe later. Why should I know?”. So I decided not too think about it further and just enjoy the party.

                                             

Mom was home since Dad’s meeting at Radin Hotel was cancelled, so she couldn’t stay at the hotel with him. But it turned out to be a good thing. A VERRRY good thing indeed, since mom cooked, and cooked, and cooked for all of us. Well Mbak Yam and Mbak Mar too. First to come was breads and buns mom bought at her office. Since everybody was already getting hungry, they straightly went for it and then gulped it happily! Then came the garlic breads. And then the chicken wings. And then the spaghetti with the cheese. And rice with Suharti chickens. And then came the pizza delivery guy bringing with him 8 boxes of medium sized pizza! And later that night, came the lasagna… ^^ Yum.

                                                 

Suddenly Dini called me and the girls and told us that his beloved boyfriend, Faris, was going to see her here. Plus she wanted to buy some stuff at Starmart. So we accompanied her downstairs.. Mainly because we wanted to see his rumouredly cute boyfriend, hehehe. But when we got downstairs, it turned out that Faris hadn’t showed up yet, so we headed to Starmart to buy some candy called ‘Pentile’ (which is oddly shaped like one ;p). Suddenly Rendra called and asked me where I am. So I answered that I was downstairs at Starmart. After that we were heading back to my apartment when we met Rendra and the other IPA C guys on the way. Rendra and Cossa claimed to have a really bad stomachache and needed to go to the bathroom badly. Since they said that both my bathrooms were used, they were going to Putri’s unit in tower 1. They’d go back to my party once their ‘business’ was done. So I said OK. Then we went back to my unit. But when I opened the door, I saw that the living room lights were out and all my friends were gathered tight. And that was when I realized: I was tricked! *_* They told me to sit down in front of them and to turn back facing the table. There was a laptop. And then some kind of movie played. Something flashed in my head, a few days earlier, Iwan asked me,

                                        

“Can your TV be connected to a laptop?”

“I dunno. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just asking.”

                                                                

So THIS was what he was planning. It was a movie for me. A movie of all of my friends saying their goodbyes and wishes for me (and their ‘titipan’ ofcourse). It also showed a picture of me when I was little, one when I was about 1-2 years old, one when I was in kindergarten, and several from elementary school, and the rest was taken just a few days before when Iwan brought his camera to school and started to take pictures of me. It turned out that he was shooting my friends with the same camera those days.. No wonder he was a bit hard to find after school and during the break! So he was doing this all along. At the beginning. The music won’t play. So Iwan had to come out from his hiding (it turned out that all along he was hiding near the elevator shaft. Sorry!) to fix the problem. Then the movie rolled again. I watched the movie silently, smiling like a mad man (or woman), and laughed a few times during some scenes. Especially when Anton showed up over and over again. Ahh that narcist fella. I guess I’ll somewhat miss him in England (u too Iwan, don’t be jealous, OK?). The closing scene was Iwan sitting on a chair in the middle of the night,  saying a few words to me (which I couldn’t hear because his sound was so small. Sorry Iwan!). Actually I cried a silent tear during the movie, I just hope nobody saw it (I hate being so sentimental and a crybaby). I’m so lucky to have such good friends J Thank you very much Iwan, it’s probably the best gift I’ve ever had. He stayed up all night making the movie. Double thx. Hhhhh, Iwan, you’re just too nice, don’t you know???

                                                                        

After that my friends told Iwan to say something so he told me it’s up to me how I spend my time there. Whether I have a good time or not, whether a year is fast or not, it’s all up to me. He told me to eat much there since it’s ‘tinggal gesek’.  And after that it’s my turn to speak, but since I really have NO idea of what to say, I finally ended up with an awkward speech.

Then it was free time. Some of my friends went home, some played WE (as usual), some played cards, and some played the computer. The IPA C gang already went home when Rendra and Cossa finally returned (gee, what a stomachache). Not so long after that Iwan went home. I accompanied him to his car since he was carrying a lot of things. Then I went back and had some fun. We chatted all night, went for a walk at the Aston park at 2 am (hearing ‘Bagimu Negeri’ from out of nowhere. Quite spooky, huh?), watch the Omen 2 (but no one seemed to really pay attention), and around 3 am we slept like sardines in the living room (imagine 26 or so people, mostly boys, sleeping in one tiny apartment). As usual, the boys get the couch at the girls get the floor (except for Timor and Mayang wo got the bed). I even had to sleep sitting up. I had a neckpain when I woke up at 5 to do Shubuh prayer *_*. I slept again until about 7.

After we all woke up, suddenly Iphe and Maya came out of nowhere knocking at the door. Then the WE championship started again, some of the girls took showers, and the others had breakfast. Sandwich, fried rice with the Suharti chicken from last night, more garlic bread, and more LASAGNA! After being finally full again, some of the guys went home. A few still remained to finish the WE championship though. After I had a few gossip sessions with Audi, the rest of the gang finally went home at around 12.30 pm. Well actually Kevin still remained. I fell asleep on the sofa and when I woke up at 2.30 pm he was already gone! Sorry Kev! Didn’t mean to.. Finally my little apartment is empty once again (and very VERRY dirty that is)..

                                                                              

Well guysTHAT’S the story of my farewell party! It was such a blast. Well, at least for me J Thx guys for being my friends these past two years. It was the best two years of my life, yet. I’ll never forget u, luv u all. Sorry for all my mistakes these two years.. (dan ikhlasin sgala utang yg gw punya. Hehehe) Oh, and for someone who had to wait at the bridge, sorry for that…

Wew. Sminggu lgy nih. Baru deh kerasa mau pergi. I’m sad. Sad as hell having to leave all my friends behind.. Ngga berasa tiba2 dah mau cabut aja. I dunno.. I just feel weird about all of this. Dalam waktu seminggu gw dah g bakal disini lgy, di kursi biru beroda depan komputer bermonitor item dg cpu yg sama skali g sinkron bentuk maupun warnanya. Hhhhh. It’s been a weird week really. I can be extremely happy at one sec, but verrrrry cranky at one moment. Well, there has been a few incidents happening lately which I can’t believe is finally really happening to ME, right NOW. AAARRRGHH. Why now, of all the times in my life? Really, it has bothered me so much I can’t take it off of my mind eventhough everyone seems to think I shouldn’t take it too seriously. But what the heck. HOW can I take it not too seriously?? What’s been bothering me, I really can’t tell you. Well, at least, not HERE since it involves other people. Innocent ones too. So I guess I’ll keep all of this just to myself.. Well, enough of this weep-weep-boo-hoo thing. Let’s just talk about something else.

Wew. G krasa y dah masuk skolah lgy??? Sbnernya sih gw g wajib masuk skul. Tp daripada bengong b2 di rumah ama Mbak Mar yg rada2 jutek yasuwwlah. Gw masuk XII IPA D, akhirnya terpisah juga ama Anton Inu Audi dkk.. Dasar curang mreka masuk XII IPA F yg isinya cowo2 InXAnity gtu. Ada Inu Anton Audi Gpeng Bima Bhayu Atasi Yha-Ul dll. Cewenya ada Emon. Pengen. Tapi kelas gw juga lumayan kok, cewe2nya banyak yg dah kenal (yah senggaknya tau). Kdg2 rada2 bosen juga sih bhubung blom ad atmen yg bner2 deket, tp klo di kelas byasanya gw sibuk bgosip ria dgn Apri, Ori, dan Jaja. Hehehe. Hmmmm. Dipikir2, udah ampir sminggu sejak sekolah mulai… plus, Lana-Pu2t dah ciao ke US. So that means… MY JOURNEY’LL START IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS TIME!

I’m very VERRRYYY excited about it. But also a bit scared.. *_* Takut g ktemu tmen2 lgy, takut culture shock, takut g cocok ma makanan, takut ksepian, takut g dapet temen, ama takut kluarga angkatnya judes, hhehehe. But hey man, that’s life. No pain, no gain! Kita g bakal kmana2 klo takut nglangkah. y ga? y ga? (SOK BIJAK MODE: ON) Ini keputusan yg gw ambil sndiri tanpa campur tangan orang lain, jadi y gw mesti brani juga dong nanggung resikonya.. Toh pasti ada hikmahnya juga smua ini (caaelah, bahasanya). Misalnya aja dsana gw ktemu Sean Biggerstaff trus tiba2 dya kepincut ma gw, trus gw diajak nikah deh. Hehehehe (BIJAK MODE: OFF). à G kok wan, bcanda

Sbnernya liburan kemaren (baca: Sabtu terakhir sblm masuk sekolah) gw mulai packing… tapi gawatnya, baju2 gw g muat (kbykan blanja pas liburan. hehehe).. Itu juga blom dtambah spatu. Ato clana. Ato buku. Ato kbaya bwt dpamerin dsana. Ato sarung bali bwt oleh2 hostsis. AAAAAAAARRRRRGHHH!! Kpenuhan nih ama wayang golek, ma rice cooker mini yg dsuruh bawa ma nyokap biar katanya skali2 gw bisa masak nasi. Tp tnyata stlah gw e-mail2an ama hostparents gw dsana, berhubung anak2 mereka vegetarian, mreka juga makan nasi minimal sminggu sekali!! Hahaha, g nyangka deh, brarti kmungkinan tu rice cooker g usah dbawa. Omong2 masak nasi, gw dsuruh blajar masak nasi goreng ma nyokap! Ktanya biar bisa pamer ma bule2 dsana, hehhe. Yasuww akhirnya gw privat deh gw mbak gw, Mbak Yam slama liburan. Dan ujung2nya gw blajar masak yg laen2 juga deh. Sayur lodeh, sambel goreng ampela, ayam suwir bumbu cabe, perkedel jagung+kentang, telor balado, dsb dsb dsb. Yaah walopun masih banyak dbantui seenggaknya dah bisa dikit2 lah. Tuh

kan

bisa juga gw masak! Pdhl dulu masak mi goreng indomi aja tawar, hehehehe (maaf bagi korban yg merasa dulu pernah dipaksa makan).

Terus2, as I said earlier in this entry, slama liburan gw juga e-mail2an ama hostfam gw… They’re the Jones of Allonby,

Cumbria

!!!

Hostdad gw, Alan Jones guru Fisika (wew. Kayaknya gw kualat ma Bu Anidar. Klo jam plajaran jarang merhatiin) terus hostmum (klo di Inggris, ‘mom’ ditulis ‘mum’) gw, Pamela, art teacher!! Hahaha, pasangan guru gtu y? Lumayanlah gw bisa minta diajarin macem2 ;p

Ntar dsana gw juga punya 3 hostsis. Yg plg tua, Gemma (22, yg di tengah) baru selsai kuliah jurusan English ama History, trus skarang magang di perpus. Nomor dua, Faye (20, yg sebelah kiri) lgy kuliah jurusan Archeology&Anthropology di Durham University. Kata hostdad gw, taun lalu Faye sempet jadi guru slama 9 bulan di

Tanzania

(that’s in

Africa

). Klo g salah dia ngajar biologi bwt anak2 dsana. Hebat, hebat. Terus yg paling kecil, Rose (18, yg sebelah kanan), baruuu aja mau masuk kuliah Social Work di York University. Wah brarti nanti dsana gw sndirian dong sama Bramble, kucing item hostfam gw yg katanya suka rada2

caper. Sepi deh.. Apalgi kata hostmum gw pnduduk Allonby cuma 200 orang!!! AAAAARRRGHHH. Pdhl kata hostdad gw tadinya 400 orang (T_T). Yah itu di musim dingin sih, klo musim panas bisa jadi 10x lipatnya, karena kayaknya Allonby kota pelancong gtu jd klo summer banyak karavan2 parkir di sekitar kota.. O iya. Kata hostdad gw dulu hostsis2 gw suka magang jadi waitress ato pool attendant. Lumayan tuh buat nambah2 uang jajan. Hehehe ^^

Klo soal sekolah blom ada kepastian nih. Gw masuk 6^th

Form

 

College

(kyk sekolah persiapan bwt kuliah), tp blom tau dmana. Karena Allonby

kota

kecil, gw harus sekolah di

kota

sebelah. Klo g di Wigton (11 mil dari Allonby), di Maryport (5 mil).. Untungnya gw cuma blajar kira2 4 pelajaran, 16 jam seminggu! Itu pun gw bebas mau milih pelajaran apa! Asiiiiikkk, bs seneng2 deh gw, hehehehe.

Berhubung skul baru mulai September, nanti Agustus gw ikut Language Camp EF dulu di Wichester, deket London. Khusus siswa Asia, campnya 3 minggu karena mesti blajar english ama culture sana dulu. Tapi slaen blajar nanti kita seneng2 juga, kyk pergi ke cinema, disco, dan jalan2 ke London! Denger gw ke London tmen2 gw lsg heboh nitip barang gtu. Kbanyakan sih kaos ato atribut bola.. Tata nitip merchandise Arsenal (ama pasir Inggris katanya), Audi nitip kaos Chelsea Lahm, Gora nitip kaos Tottenham Hotspurs, dsb dsb dsb (but guys.. g janji y klo mahal ;p). Klo cewe2 beda lgy. Mreka mah pada heboh ‘nitip’ Prince William ato Prince Harry (adanya ntar gw diuber2 pngawal krajaan trus dtangkep Scotland Yard).. Or at least klo g bisa, foto cowo2 ganteng Inggris juga boleh *_* hhhhh….

Lalu, lalu? Apalagi y? Dah bingung nih. Sgini dulu aja kali y. Ntar klo dah mood gw post lgy soal farewell party gw kmaren deh