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Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning well after my alarm clock had buzzed–I remembered I somehow had switched it off somewhere in between my dreams.

It was a bright, sunny 7.50 A.M.

Despite the bright and sunny environment, it wasn’t bright and sunny at all for me, knowing that I had a lesson in 40 minutes time.

I gathered my strength, trying to overcome the temptation to fall back on my bed and continue pursuing more aliens.

I lazily took my cup and toothbrush, and proceeded to the nearby toilet to brush my teeth.

I barely slept for 3 or 4 hours, and as such I decided that I would need a caffeine boost for the day. I emptied a sachet of Nescafe strong coffee (the one which I promised I would never drink after 5 PM) into my cup, and went to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water, all these producing a strong brew of caffeine boost.

By then it was close to 8 A.M.

So I went back to my room, ate a banana for breakfast, and then went to take a shower.

I finished all my duties at 8.15 A.M., and went to the laundry to send my roommate’s bedsheet–he had asked me to drop them in the laundry machine before I went to school today.

And so after that I went to school.

All was going pretty well; I met Putra, an Indonesian senior and chatted our way to school. We talked about the courses we are taking, and discussed the different scholarships available for Indonesian students.

Before I knew it, I had already reached the classroom at 8.27 A.M., barely 3 minutes before the very first period of the week in school was supposed to start.

Ain’t I smart?

I stay in the hostel anyway, which is conveniently located at only fifteen-minute walk away from school. There’s no way I can be late, right?

After all, I always check my timetable everyday. I always set my alarm clock to the correct time, giving enough buffer time to finish my morning tasks, ensuring I will never be late for school.

But then, if I was so smart, WHY THE HECK DID I COME FOR LESSON ONE HOUR EARLY TODAY?!?!?!?

Early bird–and hating it,

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Dear Diary,

I just came back from the first class outing I attended since the release of ‘A’ Level results back in March. (Fine, to be exact, I came back, did some stuff with my computer, did my laundry, chit-chatted before typing this blog)

It’s really good to see one more time some of the classmates you’ve been struggling with for two years. (Or in my case, one year and 9 months)

Photos will be happily stolen from Mars’s blog later when it becomes available, because apparently my camera’s lens wasn’t wide enough to capture everyone on the table. (=_=)”

In case you’re wondering, here’s what one of the photos turn out like. Feel free to click on the photo to enlarge it.

I’ve changed a lot on my computer to pink, by the way. For those who aren’t observant enough, my MSN Messenger font is also pink. Oh yeah, it’s an ugly pink by the way. I anyhow picked pinkish colours and then I was too lazy to change everything back or to change to a nicer pink. Here’s a screenshot of how it looks like. Ignore the background of Photoshop and the title bars. I wanted to pick a dark pink but it turned out to be maroon. You can click on the thumbnail to enlarge it.

Oh and no, I’m not in love. I’m just trying to find out if that helps me in finding a good idea for an image for next year’s Spectra issue, which will be happily published on Valentine’s Day.

In fact, if I suddenly feel like it, I may change my blog layout to pink too. It will be so pink that a newcomer may think it’s a girl who writes it.

But of course, the keyword here is “if I suddenly feel like it”. Which means that, like any other things which I’ve declared as so, I may not do at all.

By the way, some people apparently thought I was a girl. And this is because of my now-longer hair. By the way it’s getting irritatingly long. It keeps on poking my eyes. Time to get a haircut…

Or maybe I’ll just keep the hair even longer. And then only cut when I’m back in Indonesia. It’s so much cheaper to do it that way anyway. =P

Oh well…

Pinky Babe,

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Dear Diary,

I really should have been sleeping. Just look at the time now. It’s 3.10 AM when I started typing this post. Considering that I take an average of half-an-hour to type an entry (figure is only approximate) I’m going to finish at about 3.40 AM. But looking to my right, I see my roommate still playing Warcraft III. That’s a sign that I won’t sleep so soon, so here I am, blogging, updating you with the mundanity of Hendri Budi’s life. Or the lack of it.

(Please forgive me for any peculiarity you may find over the course of this entry. Things that are unlikely to be said by me. It’s barely three-and-a-half hours to dawn after all.)

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Dear Diary,

It’s been a long time since I last did quizzes. Here’s today’s ones:

What Am I Like?

Your answers suggest you are an Idealist

The four aspects that make up this personality type are:

Summary of Idealists

* Make sense of the world using inner values
* Focus on personal growth and the growth of others
* Think of themselves as bright, forgiving and curious
* May sometimes appear stubborn

More about Idealists

Idealists put time and energy into developing personal values that they use as a guide through life. They may seek fulfilment by helping others improve themselves and often want to make the world a better place. Idealists only share their inner values with people they respect.

Idealists are the most likely group to say they are vegetarian, according to a UK survey.

Idealists enjoy discussions about a wide range of topics, particularly those that deal with the future. They are typically easy-going and flexible, but if their values are challenged they may refuse to compromise.

In situations where they can’t use their talents or are unappreciated, Idealists may have trouble expressing themselves and withdraw. Under extreme stress, Idealists may become very critical of others, or lose confidence in their own ability to cope.

Recognition for their work is important to Idealists; however, they are also good at spotting false praise.

Idealist Careers

Idealists are often drawn to jobs where they can help people reach their potential. They are also attracted to careers that allow artistic creativity.

Colour Checking

You are Orange Tiger

You are Orange Tiger, whose ways of talking is calm, and therefore do not give an impression of being in a rush.
You give an impression of calm and possessing a distinctive character.
You are not a wary person, so you have a big heart to accept people who you meet for the first time, or the new job you are appointed to.
You are open minded person who can associate equally with any kind of people, and you have an atmosphere that makes others want to consult you about their problems.
You can see things from different points of view, and therefore have a wide understanding and flexibility.
You don’t try to stick to your opinion stiffly, and can see things objectively.
You do not like to belong to certain groups.
You always take a neutral stance, and therefore may find it hard to express individuality.
You lack forwardness.
But you can show great perseverance towards work that you have taken on.
You will hold your ground to something that is unreasonable, even if that comes from the head of the company.
You are hard on your self but not to others.
You can not turn down favors, and therefore tends to be a person of volunteer spirit.

Any comments?

Idealist Orange Tiger,

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Dear Diary,

I went to watch the preview of The Terminal (courtesy of M1) today with a fellow Indonesian friend of mine.

Despite getting a seat which was the second from the front of a gigantic screen (which meant that the screen looked distorted from where we were, not to mention the strain on the neck when watching) we enjoyed the movie because it was simply hilarious! Not much can be said here without spoiling the movie (I don’t think a lot of people would have watched the preview). I liked the way Tom Hanks used a Russian accent as he played as Viktor Navorski, a refugee from an Eastern European country.

Plotwise I think that the movie is quite weak. There was nothing too dramatic in the movie. Basically it was just a story of a guy waiting in an airport for his country to be recognised by the United States just so that he can either return home or enter the United States. Ok, so this was peppered by some romantic scenes and several other attempts to depict a person being stuck in an airport, and the attempts by the airport authority to get rid of him. Yes they’re funny, but they don’t really carry a lot of weight in the story.

I read that the filming was done in a hangar instead of the actual airport terminal. I’d say that Steven Spielberg has done a good job replicating the actual airport terminal, complete with a working schedule board, fast food chains like Burger King and retail outlets like Hugo Boss and airplanes outside the building. Being an aviation enthusiast, those were extra points for the movie.

Overall, I’d say that The Terminal is a good movie. Despite lacking a solid plot and a couple of impossible scenes, the movie is really funny, and is a good refresher.

Rating: 7.5/10

Now what about The Terminal’s New Face I talked about in the topic? Well, nothing actually. Just wanted to make a remark about how interesting it is to see a person in school, and then suddenly next year finding her becoming a contestant in The New Paper’s New Face 2004.
So what promise am I talking about then? Well, I just remembered that I still owe some people lunch. If you can’t remember, check out this post. So… Do you still want to go for lunch? Do contact me to confirm.
Oh yeah, I got called by this advertising agency on Monday telling me that I won some lucky draw from one of the shopping centres in Singapore. I was supposed to win a designer watch, and (if I caught this correctly) some trip to Thailand. The funny thing was that when I asked what was the name put on the lucky draw, the caller told me there was none. (I doubt there would be my IC number either) I mean, hey, as far as I know, I always put my name and IC in lucky draws! Otherwise, how can the organiser verify it was really me who won the prize? I suspect it’s just some company trying to advertise by calling random numbers… Sounds really fishy. She promised to call again on Saturday. I’ll keep you updated.

Fishy,

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