welcome to midterm weeks season 4. oh well, its been the 4th, me doing midterm test and i have no changes especially my motivation. yet a procrastinator, studying right at 2 hours before exam, got panicked after knowing if there’s another easiest way to solve the cases. those are me, defiantly me. now, i’ve been struggling so hard to make a deal with this Marketing Management subject. of course, i have no future about what tomorrow will bring. oh, this photo was taken about a half year ago. but don’t worry, my hair hasn’t grown much. so, there’s no big difference between half year and present. 13 days after Friendly Fires nge-Bengkel.
so, last 17th of Match 2012. i went to Friendly Fires concert at Bengkel Night Park Jakarta. i was having this bad start, you know, when you planned to be off at 3 but due to some reason then you had to be off at 5? that was sucks. i got panic as my friend phoned me and told, “dude, i’m on venue, where the hell are ya?” okay, i was like in a race car that day. i ran the car for 120km/h on highway. that wasn’t even myself. so, where i was on venue. i met these two new nice friends from Philippines. they’re Bernice and Tima. they’re such a nice people. we’d got the front row and yaaay! Friendly Fires finally!!!! while people been busy with their camera and stuff. me just jumping and jumping and wooooow-ing during the show. Ed was sick!!! he was dancing like there’s no tomorrow. and i was yelling at him like, “TARRRRIKKK MAAAAAANG!!!!!” omfg. after the show ended. Tima asked me where is Sabrina, my friend. i knew, she might be with her friend ran off to Backstage. 4 of us (incl my sister), ran off the stage and we were waiting for Friendly Fires. after half-hour of waiting, the checksound-guy from FF came out, me, without hesitance, asked him about FF guys existence. “can you please call Friendly Fires to come here?” ooh yeah, i see there was a lot of eyes been staring at me. cause, dude! no FF fans were having guts like me :P then he replied, “okay, they’re on their way here. stay there!” “what? oh, they come over here? i mean over here?” i know! my english was so bad! what i mean is ‘are they going to be out right on this door or just another door.’ ugh. thank God, the checksound-guy knew with what was i saying. “yeah, yeah. they’ll be here. from that door!” he pointed me, the backstage door. “okay, thanks man.” “yes, stay there!” me, sister, Bernice and Tima been waiting like… omfg, may i pee in my pants now? then here he was. Edd Gibson. the guy that i’d been yelling out loud during the show. but he didn’t even give me a glare. “GIBSOOOOON, MY GAWD. ALLAHUAKBARRR!!!” oh yeah, that what was coming out from my mouth. i hold his right arm and, “would you hskjdahkdhaksdhask, ugh… take a picture with me?” and the security smashed my grip on Gibson arm. “NO, NOT HERE!” Gibson made a move. “no, Gibson. I WONT LET IT GO!” aww yeah, dramaqueen. the annoying security tried to separate me and Gibson. no, i won’t take my hand off. “HEY MISS, COULD YOU LET YOUR HAND OFF FROM HIM?” “NOOO GIBSON!” and… Gibson was a gentleman. he told the annoying security, “hey, she’s fine with me.” MOTHERFUCKINGONEARTHQUAKESWEETBABYMOMMMAAAA!! i didn’t yell. my heart did. me, walking about 3 meters from backstage door. just the two of us. gosh. “Gibson! I’ve been calling your name while you were on stage. why didn’t you wave for me once?” he scratched his head, “oh sorry, i was really focus on my guitar.” oh well then. so, here we are. so sad, Jack Savidge couldn’t join us cause the checksound-guy told me he was taking a shower and not sure if he would be here. okay :|
aaand, after struggling with starve for almost 6 hours. we finally made it, thanks 7-eleven!
now, let it be reminded as one of the best nights ever. YAY! so, i’m just doing a normal post here.
hi, there. its been a while i haven’t written something up here. maybe, you know. i’m not a ‘writer’ kind or even a ‘reader’ kind blogger. i just post all of my shitty pics, my favorite tracks and reblogging your post. so, i decide to write something normal here. this is me with my mom. we’d been waiting for our flight back to Jakarta. and we were at Adi Sumarmo Airport in Solo.
we almost never take a flight as we went back to dad’s hometown. but this one is kinda special. after the news of my grandpa just passed away right on 4 AM, we all were kinda shock and panic. dad just arrived from Solo (which is… well, dad missed how grandpa left the world ;( and he didn’t regret of everything because he was there while grandpa needed him) then we booked a flight right at 10:30 AM but eventually ended up to delay problem (aw yeah, welcome to Indonesian Airlines, its Sriwijaya Airlines baby) and we had to wait it up till 1 PM. oh, this is me with my father. which is… its a normal face to be posted anyway.
(PS: taking picture in Airport is… fun)
haaa… genius. #foreveralone so, this week i have nothing but the madness post-midterm exam. Statistic, Managerial Economic, Indonesia Economic History and Economic Development have successfully blown my head up. BOOM! Yesterday i went to cinema with my mom after months and watching The Adventures of Tintin: Secret of the Unicorn. i love it. mum got thrilled due Edgar Wright had written some tickling-jokes during the show. and yeah, good job, Spielberg & Jackson and Moffat! and today, well, today i haven’t done anything useful. my car problem yet haunting my trip. and i got the good news today, dad told me if he’s going to buy a new car. this is good, this is better than i heard the news about “you’re going to have braces, little fella” from my dad’s mouth! so, have a nice day. and, happy #ForeverAlone for me. Sometimes…
i wonder if i am able to take pictures as good as the photographer. but yet, i’m not capable on doing that. i wonder if i am able to draw something as good as the illustration. but yet, i’m not capable on doing that. so, what am i capable of? Things have done today (is it important? duh)
yeah that’s all. what an awesome day. i don’t know why but since yesterday i’ve been digging some old stuff that remains in my folders. such songs, pictures, writes and videos. i do really love to and couldn’t take this smirk off from my face. i’m going to post some stuff that still influenced me until now. i think this is you may called, a recall. |