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Sauntering Through Singapore (Part 3)

20th of December, 2012
The banks of the river are lined with the towering skyscrapers, stacked masses of steel and concrete reaching up to touch the azure sky. The water is slightly murky, but clearer and definitely cleaner than the rivers back in Jakarta. My eyes are drawn to the black lampposts that are spaced at even intervals. Something about them seems regal, almost out of place as the old-fashioned design is laid against a background of urbanity. I instantly think of Victorian England, and perhaps there is something to that comparison. Singapore is the mini-London of South East Asia, perhaps with a touch of New York about it too.

The Singapore River Walk was incredibly reinvigorating. We started with classes but that soon passed quickly as our excitement mounted and our time of departure loomed closer. We headed out together, taking the MRT from Toa Payoh to the Raffles Place station.

We emerged to a street, posh and modern to the highest degree. Men in suits and ladies in heels walk along the sidewalk, looking professional and busy.

A few statues are scattered here and there.

There's one dedicated to Isaac Newton. A gaping hole can be seen in his head and chest, an artistic expression of 'open-mindedness' and 'open-heartedness', two qualities one requires to survive in today's world. Another is one of a large, non-proportional bird. It's supposed to signify optimism and serenity to propel Singapore's future development.

We walk a littler closer to the riverbed, leaving behind some renowned buildings such as the Maybank Office building and Raffles Point. Another point of the interest that catches my eye are the beautiful white bridges that span the width of the Singapore River. The Cavanaugh Bridge looks like something plucked out of the heart of London. The Anderson is more minimalist in design. A large bumboat passes underneath this bridge carrying a band of tourists with sunglasses on, cameras in hand. By the side of the bridges aforementioned, a sculpture of young children jumping into the river makes one reflect on those days gone by, when Singapore was a humble fishing village with a filthy river and stands as a reminder of the immense progress this country has made.

We encounter more statues on our scenic route, this time catching a glimpse of Singapore's diverse cultural history. There's a display of three people, standing and sitting round each other, engaged in a conversation. One of them is a foreigner, someone from the West; the other of Oriental descent; and the third, a man wearing a Peci, hailing from the lands of Malaysia.

We also took a look inside the Fullerton Hotel, one of Singapore's most elegant establishments. Christmas was just around the corner and so the lobby was decked with holly and merry devour. Again, something about the Hotel's architecture gave me a sense of colonial Britain while offering something modern to the senses as well.

We soon come across a statue of Sir Stamford Raffles, a prominent figure in Singapore's modern development. There were these men with snakes nearby, offering passersby a chance to be adventurous and take a photo with the large, scaly creatures. It was a chance I didn't pass up.

The highlight about of the trip was reaching the Marina Bay area, where the island's iconic Merlion is situated. Though it's a site I've previously visited there's something about the breeze, the sight of the water expanding towards the horizon, the close proximity of architectural feats such as the Marina Bay tower, the Arts and Sciences Museum, and the Esplanade that makes me feel like there's a whole world laid out in front of me, waiting to be explored.

The walk, as I've pointed out, acquainted me with Singapore's culture. It was appropriate then that our final destination was The Peranakan Museum. The term 'peranakan' refers to the new generation of Singapore, those who became the embodiment of different cultures, coming from a mix of different backgrounds and ancestry. We marveled at the antique items on display, each telling a story of tradition that collectively makes up Singapore.

Two hours were spent in that museum and to be honest they passed by in a flash. The idea of living in Singapore continued to grow on me. And if living her meant getting to see, learn and experience new things, then I just might like it here.

--Karin Novelia, Soaking in the Culture

Sauntering Through Singapore (Part 2)

6th of December, 2012 

Whenever someone mentions India, I envision these crowded, smelly streets, the scent of curry pervading through the air. It's a limited picture, I know, but I caught a glimpse of it when we visited Little India today.

Unlike Chinatown, Little India was a part of Singapore I've yet to explore. The opportunity to acquaint myself with it made the experience all the more appealing. 

We got through the first half of the day in class fairly quickly, going through coursework as usual. Once we were dismissed, we set off towards the bus stop in Toa Payoh Central and boarded the 56, headed towards Little India. It wasn't easy, cramming the 20 or so of us into the already packed  bus, but we bucked up and tried our best to enjoy the ride. 

From the bus stop we alighted, then we walked a little farther towards the MRT station underpass. There were rustic murals displayed here and there on the walls, and it certainly felt like a warm welcome to the district. 

We exited the station and found ourselves in Tekka Market. The aforementioned smell of curry soon caught my nose, but not in the delicious scent when the dish is in front of you. It was a myriad of disparate smells that made up the dish's ingredients: the ginger, the coriander and other herbal names which I can't be bothered to recall or make up right now. The market also smelled faintly of fish. When we walked by the sidewalks of the wider streets later, the mixed smells of jasmine, roses and lilies would form a fragrant perfume, emanating from the stalls that sold these leis.

We had lunch together at the nearby food center. I had a go at Nasi Briyani, which was this yellowish-orange rice with a helping of curry drenched meat (I tried the mutton, absolutely delish). Once our stomachs were full, we trekked through the streets again on foot and found were shown this little villa, painted in a splash of eye-catching shades, embodying what Indians are like: colorful.

Just across the road from the Tekka Market Food Centre is a place called The Little India Arcade. It's like this small shopping mall that sells a various range of handmade crafts such as handbags, hanging lanterns, sandals and jewelry.

The Little India Arcade is also a good place to get Henna tattoos. The black ink (which comes in other colors too) sinks into the skin, forming a crusty layer that later peels off, revealing the semi-permanent pattern underneath (it lasts for at least week). The result resembles the surface of a cup of capuchino, only the colors are inverted -- smooth streaks of brown atop creamy, pale, froth-like skin. 

We returned to the food centre to try some Indian cuisine, courtesy of our tour guide. We had some roti prata and teh tarik, the warm salty crunch of the bread and the sweet heat of the tea, making us feel comfortable in the middle of a torrential downpour of rain. 

The final stop in our tour was the Sri Veeramakaliamman temple. The teachings of gods and goddesses, characteristic to the Indian culture,  have always been something I saw interesting. Whether one believes in it or not is another matter, but the values behind the teachings are presented in such a way that is understandable, even enjoyable. 

I've now ventured into two of Singapore's unique ethnic neighborhoods, Chinatown and Little India. Both trips have left me feeling cultured, not to mention grateful at being given the chance to even be where I am. 

Next week, is the final chapter of this little series, and I'll finally see what Singapore itself has to offer as a whole, as we saunter through the banks of the Singapore River and pay a visit to the Peranakan Museum. 

Until then!

--Karin Novelia, 

Sauntering through Singapore (Part 1)

29th of November, 2012

I'm sure I've mentioned before, this English Bridging course me and my friends are taking in preparation for school next year. What I didn't realize, coming into it, were the regular outings we would take, getting out of the classroom and sauntering through Singapore and seeing it in all its splendor. 

Our first stop was a bit familiar: Chinatown.

Beforehand though, we stopped by the Urban Redevelopment Authority (URA) building on Maxwell Road.

The name plaque of the URA building
Here we saw how the city of Singapore, at first a humble village housing fisherman, turned into a lavishing port and not long after, an attractive cornucopia of all things urban.
The section of an illustrated timeline of Singapore, showing its humble
beginnings as a fishing village called Temasek.
The first floor holds a display of a wooden miniature of Singapore. Designs for a Sino-Singapore Tianjin Eco-City Center -- slated to be built in China by 2020 -- which were submitted for a Conceptual Design held by the Eco-City Administrative Committee, were also exhibited. It was so fascinating to see all of the different designs from different countries. There was China's own nature-inspired details, US's colorful theme based on geological mineral stones, and the German's clean-cut artistic blocks. 
A wooden miniature model of Singapore
A snapshot of the Sino-Singapore Tianjin Eco-City concepts
On the second floor of the URA building lies the Singapore City Gallery. 

Here you can learn all about the development process of Singapore, what it takes to make sure a city can blossom, what development techniques can be applied. The Gallery also features a wide range of not informative media, but interactive media as well. There are touch screens which move and illustrate the population comparison between Singapore and other countries, a screen that can show you various places of interest, a set of animations that show intensification and collocation (look it up), a more detailed scale model that boasts a lights show, even a small space where you can a play a multi-player city building simulator game. 
One of the interactive touch screens at the City Gallery
A skyline shot of more detailed scale model of the city,
equipped with a light show that plays every hour
The final result of the city-building simulator game
It's nice to see how well-organized and ingenious people can be. Singapore has done a good job in planning ahead, seen by there use of The Concept Plan and The Master Plan which is meant to map out the country's development for the next 40-50 years. Walking through the Gallery is like walking through an art museum -- there's a certain sort of aesthetics behind the numbers and logistics that goes into building a city, a type of artistic skill that makes Singapore the beautiful place that it is.
The 2008 Singapore City Master Plan, put up for display
Our visit to the Gallery soon drew a close, but the day itself was far from over. We walked quite a bit from the URA building and planned on getting lunch at the nearby Maxwell Food Center. Unfortunately, it was currently undergoing renovations and our lunch had to be postponed for while.

We made our way to South Bridge road, passing by an ornate, oriental building: The Buddha Tooth Relic Temple. It's quite a well-preserved establishment, with its red Chinese-style rooftops, green-painted window grilles towering a good four-storeys high.  I heard it has a splendid altar with a golden statue inside, but I've yet to see it with me own eyes since I was unable to enter. 
Snapshots of the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple exterior
We walked a little further until we met Temple Street. We saw the Sri Mariamman Temple which flaunted this massive and ornate gopuram (something like a pagoda) placed above its entrance. We also passed the local mosque, situated at an angle a bit different from the surrounding buildings, following the Muslim custom of pointing it towards kiblat, the direction of Mecca. 
The Sri Marriaman Temple on Temple Street
The local Mosque
We soon dispersed from the tour group and set off on our own to find something to eat for lunch. Me and my friends found a small hawker's centre that sold all kinds of food, mostly Chinese noodles. Besides that, we shared a plate of chicken martabak, which we disappointingly found out was a bit different from the ones usually sold in Indonesia. Nevertheless, it was still quite delicious. We had some free time to look around, observing the unique architecture and wares the district had to offer.
A snapshot of one of the Chinatown stalls selling a
variety of products from clothes, accessories, toys
 The colorful and well-preserved buildings, showing their Chinese 
influence and architectural details stemming from its colonial past

Another wonderful thing about Singapore, is the importance they place upon preserving their historical and cultural heritage. As we walked we could see statues and landmarks that might seem insignificant at first, but in truth embodies a period of Singapore's rapid development.  

There was a statue in front of URA building that depicted a woman, carrying something on her shoulders. This is one of Samsui women who came from Cantonese. They wore red head-dresses and loose black samfoos, those Chinese-style jacket and trousers. They seldom married and usually did heavy labour, which was inspiring, seeing the way women back in those days could be just as hard-working as men, doing work outside the home. 

Another of the statues were brass ones, depicting coolies who did heavy labour such as construction work, farmers and even little children surrounding a nearby pond.
A stone statue of a Samsui woman 
Statues of children from China, playing near
a man-made pond in the middle of Chinatown
The last stop was Ann Siang Hill, name after its previous owner, Chia Ann Siang. It used to a plantation farm, a place where they grew spices such as cengkeh and pala. This well was once the only place that supplied clean water for the area.
The humble well that sits atop Ann Siang Hill
I found myself sore and tired at the end of the day. But today has shown how much I can learn and experience in Singapore, and I can't wait for our next learning journey next week: Little India.

I'll tell you all about it soon enough. 

--Karin Novelia, Enjoying the Sights

Blogging on Foreign Land

Today is a momentous occasion. It's December 14th, 2012, and the one-month milestone of my time here in Singapore. It's been a blast here so far. I'm currently going through an English Bridging Course right now, and with 10-hour sessions from Monday-Saturday, let's just say it's been challenging. 

I've really begun to rediscover myself here. I'm not as quiet as I used to be since I'm constantly in the company of other people. Being forced into close proximity with about 18 other crazy gals does keep one up all night, but I'm strangely also sleeping better. I guess the only thing I'll miss is the peace and quiet of my own room (even though it doesn't stay that way once my sister comes around). Finding time to just recuperate alone and gather one's thoughts isn't as easy, but it's not exactly a bad thing either. 

I'm loving have my own room. It's spacey, and actually stays tidy after I clean it up. The soft board that covers the wall on my side of the room is still bare, but I'm hoping to 'nerdify' it as soon as possible and making it feel like home. Meals here are wonderful, though do little to reduce the waistline. Housework, laundry especially, is a bit tedious, but it feels nice to be doing things on my own. I need to get into athletics, and although volleyball might seem like an implausible option, I feel an intense urge to play, somehow. Been hitting the gym in CJC, the Junior College right next to my hostel, CJCH, for the past few weeks every Tuesday, but since Christmas holidays are looming near, the supervisor (the hostel mistress' husband) won't start taking us again until next year.

I've also learned to put things into perspective -- just because I was seen a certain way back in Indonesia, doesn't mean I'll be perceived the same way here. Same goes for studies. I need to remind myself that although things might not seem as hard here, it's still a different system that I need to get used too and whatever I've faced in the Bridging Course so far will be probably be the easiest, 'honeymoon' phase. 

Good news though is that the Course really encourages reading and I've gone through 6 books (5 really, cuz one was just... crap). Best reads: Life of Pi and Cloud Atlas. Genius. Also relived a childhood favorite, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. Am currently reveling in Tolkien's The Hobbit.

Speaking of The Hobbit, I'm likely definitely going to see it this weekend. I'm so excited, I-I just can't... What I love about Singapore is it's convenient transportation. Back in Indonesia, I always had to worry about getting around, especially on weekends when I wanted to hang out with my friends in Jakarta, which was a bit far. Here on the other hand, I can easily find my way to any place I want. That makes it especially easy to watch movies. The first movie I've watched was Breaking Dawn Part 2 (don't ask) but that was quickly redeemed by a double feature of Life of Pi (the aesthetics were amazing!) and Rise of the Guardians (JACK FROST FTW).

... Am I spending too much on movies? Nah. Even if I am, then blame Hollywood for producing such wonderful cinematic gems. 

A roller coaster ain't a roller coaster without some downs too. Worst thing that happened here so far? Being disappointed with my class allocation. I was put in a class with a Full Literature class (which I'm not really sure how I'll manage, since I've never taken such a Lit class before) but also was told to make a choice between Physics or Biology. There's another class with the exact same subject list, only they take both Physics and Biology. Although I'm not pursuing a career that would require either one, I got used to taking both in my old school, and ambitious as it may seem, I see those subjects as something that needs to be learnt, at least in its most rudimentary form, and have actually grown to like them. Both

It's pretty late now. I'm not sure if my body is recoiling against the one-hour loss of sleep, but I should turn in so I can at least survive tomorrow. Don't worry, with my oral presentation done by then, I'll be back soon to tell about all of my city adventures.

Until the next post then.

--Karin Novelia, Recently Moved (Again)

A Little Appreciation to Get By

Hey!

It's been awhile since my last post. I actually have had a lot of urges to write, but school and all, no time, you know how it gets. I'm actually having finals tomorrow (Biology and Physics first for a change, whee...). I got bored and sick of studying so, here I am. Actually, I'm multi-tasking. I'm writing this while watching Sherlock (A FANTASTIC SHOW by the way. You reader, must watch) on my laptop and glancing at the latest season of Dancing with the Stars, while quizzing my friends tomorrow through chat.

Well, anyway I wanna talk about a very special day. It was the 25th of November otherwise known here as Teachers' Day. This 9th Grade year has been very interesting so far. A bit more complicated than I would've liked, but hey, I'm far from bored.

One pretty interesting aspect was of course the teachers. Having a few classes that were taught by teachers that were different to other classes sort made things a difficultly new experience, but I'm glad to learn how to adapt. My homeroom teacher, Sir Darma wasn't exactly someone who I haven't met. He taught biology for me back in 7th Grade, and my class 7F was the only one he taught. He's a bit... motivated and high-spirited, but his exuberance was something I hadn't seen in a while, so I welcomed his unique style of teaching. But his perfectionist attitude also made me glad that I wouldn't have to see him more than twice a week.

And when 9th Grade came around I was sort of beggin, Please, don't let Sir Darma be my homeroom teacher.

... Yeah, I barely get what I want. Haha.

So yeah, 9B, headed by Sir Darma. His ideas were always welcomed, at least by me, but the execution was a bit far out of reach. This led to the class slightly disliking his way of pushing us, demanding the best, demanding action even when we didn't completely agree with his plans or ideas. Even though I knew where my classmates were coming from, I sometimes just didn't like the way they commented Sir Darma.

It's nice to know, at least, that you have a teacher that cares.

Maybe my attachment to Sir Darma is a bit personal. I must admit, he did help me earlier this year. When I was lost, he was someone who offered a listening ear. And even though his advice wasn't completely helpful, I still appreciate his intentions.

And Teachers' Day really is all about that: appreciation.

My class starting to come together, pitching in ideas and making plans that even though were a bit last-minute was something that we wanted to accomplish together. We made what I liked to call: "The Wall of Superheroes" on our class softboard. We found images of renowned heroes like Superman, Mr Incredible, Catwoman, Batman, etc., and replaced their heads with the faces of our 9th Grade teachers. A bit comical, I suppose, but the whole 'teachers are Superheroes' analogy is something I find touching. We made a background of a city, and huge clouds in the sky with really inspirational quotes on teaching.

"A good teacher is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others." -- Mustafa Kemal
Or
"A teacher affects eternity. He can never tell when his influence stops." -- Henry Brooks Adams
Sir Darma was in a bit of a mood lately. It seemed like he was fed up with our class. And it put us in a stalemate. We knew he was pissed -- he'd stop lecturing us in the morning like he usual does -- and was just so quiet, but we didn't know how to meet his expectations either.

So today, things would be different. They would be changed for the better :)

It was just after lunch break. We would have a period of Biology class, of course taught by our Sir Darma. So before he came out of the class opposite ours, 9D, we all held a red rose, some held candles and we form a walkway between 9D and 9B. As Sir Darma stepped out of 9D and saw us all lined up, I smiled when I saw his look of surprise.

When he came up to take the rose from each of us, we all recited a line from a personal letter I wrote specifically for that day. We told him how we realized his frustation of late, and how in reality, we do appreciate what he's done, all the time and resources he's given to our class. And how we want to start over, start anew and move forward together, better than before. The fact he said he was close to tears made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
 "Teaching us maybe like a rollercoaster -- lots of ups and downs. But we'll make sure it's a ride you'll enjoy! :)" -- 9B to Sir Darma
 A day of roses, candles, letters and songs, it's been one of the most personal touching Teachers' Day I've been through.

And since I aspire, to be an educator one day, seeing that little treats like this might be in store for me... all the pain and trouble of teaching, is starting to seem worth while.

Thanks for reading!

--Karin Novelia, Appreciative Student :)

The Benefits of Lying

I'm taking a writing skills development class (or what my school calls KIR), and our assignment this week was to write about a weird/unrealistic scenario. It was a struggle to find the right topic. When I found a nice one, "What if people never aged over seventeen?" it turned into this complex story line about forbidden love, a bit West Side Story-esque, and Romeo and Juliet inspired, but then I realized that I couldn't get it done in time and decided to shelve the story for better circumstances for now.

So that meant I had to come up with a back-up plan. I chose a topic that was my original first idea, which I'm sure if it were ever to come true would just set hell loose. "What if everyone never lied?" The story I ended typing out last-minute was a bit rushed, but the idea of course was solid. And when I was writing down the closing conversation, things really hit home. I won't post the whole story, but I'll quote the end bit.

“Why? Did anyone bully you? Say something mean?”
            “Yes… and no. I don’t know. When people speak their mind, bad things can come out of it. Just because you don’t like what they say, it doesn’t mean they’re wrong, does it?”
            “Even if they are right, you can’t let what anybody says bring you down, hun. What they say doesn’t matter.”
            “No, Mom, what they say does matter. And that’s kind of what sucks. You can have such a good attitude at whatever they throw at you, but that doesn’t change the way they treat you. And they tell people what they think and some people buy it. And they start treating you differently, too.”
            Her mother squeezed her as she said this, understanding her pain and not quite sure on how to respond. “But, I learned something from today. The truth can hurt. More often than not. And I took the truth today with a spoonful of sugar and am now stronger because of it. And it’ll be more than satisfying when I prove those people wrong.”
            Amelia lifted her head and looked at her mother’s face. “I also learned that when some people don’t tell the truth, it’s because they’re just looking out for you. They just care. It’s one of the benefits of lying, I guess. You can spare a person’s feeling, but still push them to be the best. You don’t say the complete truth, because you know it would destroy them. And that’s the last thing you want to do.”

MAXIMUM EXCITEMENT = LUMOS MAXIMA!

It's amazing, really, what a group of kids can do when they come together. Even more so, when the results exceed all expectations. This year in 2011, Santa Laurensia came out again to host it's bi-annual event, the LAURENSIA CUP!

I feel slightly well, really guilty cuz I feel like I didn't contribute much to this cup, even though I had so much free time and wanted to help out, I just couldn't figure out how. I signed to be part of the public relations (Humas) division. My job is to announce the details of Laurensia Cup to other schools and hand out proposals for anyone willing to participate. It was a little touch and go at first, but we managed to at least fill up the minimum quota for the games.

What really sucked was that my tasks were focused up until Laurensia Cup started. Once it did, I became a mere spectator, even though I was given a "Crew" member shirt. It was like I was trying to find something to do, but everyone was already assigned to do this and that, and my offer fell on deaf ears. It also felt like I was imposing.

Enough of the ranting. Let's get on with the showcase!

The concept for this year's Laurensia Cup is pretty unique. We took on a outerspace galactic theme, naming it LUMOS MAXIMA! It stands for "Laurensians Unites in Diversity through Sports with Maximum Excitement". I love how every single detail is authentic and original. This really showed how damn creative Laurensia kids can be :)

The opening started on 5 Nov 2011, a Saturday. And I have to say, it was a bigger turn out than I expected. My dear mates, Kenny and Karina were MCs for the ceremony, and I'm proud to say they did a great job. There was a ceremonial cutting of a bouquet of balloons: red, yellow and blue floating up into the sky, a beautiful array of colors, all of them imprinted with the Lumos Maxima logo. We also saw the cheerleaders do their thang and even our local Tiger mascot shuffle :D

The match was a thrill to watch. Especially the girls' mini soccer! The Laurensia uniforms, I absolutely adoreee. Cute and spunky with it's combo of dark grey and pink, it stands out! They also played well, and ended up with first place! Basketball, was intense. Girls managed to get second, falling just a little by Pahoa, another school. A lot of people say that it's the girls golden age. The boy's were unable to grab victory this time around, but hey, that's okay! All in the spirit of sportmanship!

VOLLEYBALL! That was the most amazing sports to watch. So much on-the-edge-of-your-seat action. Only the high-schoolers had volleyball, and unfortunately the junior high didn't, mainly because we couldn't form a team in time. Like, I've said before, VOLLEY is something that is lighting my heart's fire, and hopefully I'll get better as I pursue this sport.

The bazaar and food available this time around, I think was more ranged. There was Chatime, Kebabs, a takoyaki stand, Hop Hop (those bubble drinks) and even Crepes. The merchandise the bazaar team came up was amazing, too. All the Lumos Maxima cups, Hand-clappers to cheer the teams, keychains and shirts were all well-designed.

The week went by in a flash. All of those preparations, and cutting classes in the afternoon to supervise the Cup and being given free time to watch the games. It was paradise, a whole week of going to school with minimum studying and maximum FUN! It was a little bittersweet to seeing it come to an end.

It's 12-11-11. A Saturday, a full week since the beginning of Lumos Maxima. There's this sense of things coming around full circle. The final rounds were played that morning, the winners made clear. And soon, 5.30 pm came, and the gym was starting to fill up with an eager audience. The decorations for the closing, were SUPERB. They gym was completely transformed into a out-of-this-world space ship. Outside of the entrace were a few food stands, and once you handed in your ticket and got a Lumos Maxima stamp on your hands, you went into this tunnel, that branched out to both sides.

If you followed the tunnel left, you would step inside the interior of a silver-lined spaceship. To you're right, you meet the brown-rocky terrain of a planet unknown. It was cool inside, the blast of the air-conditioners they put up on full-power. The walls of the gym inside were lined with dark cloth, representing the blackness of space. In the dance room over head, the windows overlooking the gym were covered with boards, lined with little lights that were shaped to form the writing 'Lumos Maxima'. Life-size models of the mascots, Terra, Myu, Kevin, etc. Screens were displayed on both sides, projections of images throughout the show to be seen by everyone.

The show started, and the curtains to the gym stage opened. A model of MAXIMUS, the Superior One, the top mascot hung from the ceiling, next to an astronaut and some twinkling stars. The back of the stage was covered in reflecting tin-foil, giving off a real futuristic vibe. The use of smoke machines, just blanketing the stage made me think we really were on another planet.

Most of the performances were from our own school. The cheerleaders were great, doing a much more daring routine than the opening (TIGERS! GO, FIGHT, WIN!), than the bands performing top hits. From "Do Re Mi", "Stereo Love", "Jetlag", "Mistletoe", "Pumped Up Kicks" to a medley of "Sunday Morning/Chasing Pavements", the musicians got the audience on their feet, grooving, jumping and singing along. The dance numbers were well-choreographed too.

My favorite performance was SPADE <3 From costumes, to the mixed-song, the choreography was on-point and just bursting with energy. Hope I'll get to see them peform again!

After the winner's announcement, then came the main event: WHITE SHOES AND THE COUPLES COMPANY! I did hear a few of their songs before I heard they were performing at Laurensia Cup, and they are amazing! Though I did notice that weren't well-known since their music sort of requires an acquired taste.

The night was drawing to a close. The MC asked the audience to step outside to the parking lot and look up. A series of crackling (slighty ear-splitting) fireworks flew up into the sky.

And just like that, a legendary night was over.

Even though Lumos Maxima is over, the excitement lives on!

Huge thanks and kudos to everyone who helped make this all come true.

--Karin Novelia, Still Excited!

Let's get you up to speed......

I. Am. A. Ninth Grader. Wow.

I can't believe how fast the final semester of 8th Grade ended. I had a nice holiday. Went out of the country and roamed all over Hongkong, with a short stint to Macau and then Singapore. And of course, all over malls with some of bestest of friends :)

It's been taking some getting used to all of the new surroundings. New class, new friends, new teachers. I had to constantly remind myself that I was not "8A/23" anymore. I am now, and proud to be "9B/16" :)

My class adviser is Sir Darma, and the decor of the class really reflects what he teaches: Biology. Complete with a small aquarium filled with goldfishes and guppies, and small potted plants airing out the classroom, I have to say, the whole atmosphere it quite COZY. :D

Sir Darma is known for being a creative yet perfectionist teacher. Though he might be easily-overworked, I know he wants the best from us 9B kids, the students put under his care, to help find our true potential. His ways may not be the most preferable, but his intentions are good.

I've been managing to handle classes so far. I've found a new sense of purpose, diligently slaying homework beasts that spill out of schoolbag with such... gusto.... that I've been getting a lot of things done in front of schedule.

One of my commitments for the upcoming year, is to become more active outside of the academic stuff. And yes, that includes: AYC :)

The Asean Youth Convention was the start of beautiful friendships and everlasting memories. It was definitely the best 10 days of my life last year. And a year has passed since then. One of the things we did when us delegates arrived home was to spread some Youth Empowering fever! Just last July, a number of students attended GYCi (Global Youth Congress International) sister event to AYC, GYF (Global Youth Forum). It was nice to see some friends depart on an inspiring experience and come back with a little more youthful panache ;)

Tomorrow even, another batch of kids will fly to Singapore to attend the 3rd AYC. Damn, I really wish I could go with. But the registration was open to 8th Graders only, and I do have a school retreat coming up that conflicts with it. I have, though, enjoyed taking a 'consultant' position, sharing personal experiences and making sure that the new advocates are ready for what's in store for them.

Don't worry. Though the newbies will fly off to find their wings, us experienced AYC-ers have bigger plans to deal it at home. That is of course preparing for AYC JAKARTA! :D

Some negativity, or rather pessimism, is thickly surrounding this matter. Does no one really believe that we can prepare a huge event like this? Not just prepare it on time, but make it special, make it unique, make it OUR OWN?

Everyone has their own vision for this AYC Jakarta plan. I can sum mine up well, in this lovely little sentence:
"Deliver not only an AYC experience, but the complete INDONESIAN experience as well."
Best of luck then, to all of this talented 'future leaders' :)

Asides from that, there are tons of extra-curricular stuff going around school that I want to take part in. Apparently, I'm taking over Yudhi's Writing Club. The thing I'm focusing on is selections and finding possible writing competitions. Then there's the school's magazine, "VieR", and I really wanna make it a swell edition. And in terms of extracurricular period ("Ekskul") I've taken... Volleyball. Yes. My new athletic goal is to become good at the sport. Maybe, go professional. (My friend even laughed at this, and I admit it might sound silly, but I'm really being serious! :D)

Besides trying to maintaining this blog, I've also joined the free period class ("KIR") of: Creative Writing. Along with some other Writing Club members. And I have been working on my first novel for a while now. About to hit 50 pages of A4 paper, small font and narrow margins, so yes, that's actually quite a lot.

And... my love story? Well. I guess that's another story for another day ;)

-Karin Novelia, Going Through A Fast-Paced Life

Tigers, We Are Ready To Pounce!

So let me start of this post with a very special greeting:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDONESIA! 65th INDEPENDANCE DAY!"

National spirits high up there, I was feeling pretty pumped. No lessons? Oh yeah XP. Unlike previous years though, this year's Independance Day at School would be a bit different.

So the morning started off, with the usual Independance Day Ceremony. I was actually standing in the front, you know, next to the blue-uniformed people with the feathered-hats. YES, the MARCHING BAND people. I, along with a few friends, Amanda, Nico, Vania and Malvin, were going to play trumpets since we were in the Marching Band as our extra-curric class last year. It went well, I guess, considering we had limited time to practice. By the end of it though, I was pretty sweaty, and my arms were aching from holding the trumpet up so long.

Oh, wait. Guess the title of the song we played: LORENZ TIGERS. (And yes, with a Z! Hahaha)

Today, was also the launching of the new Lorenz Mascot, the Tiger, Rawr!

There was even a guy who came out in a Bright Orange Tiger Costume, fooling around and being hyper-active just like a mascot should be. There was a ceremonial release of yellow tiger baloons, that were sent flying high into the air.

Everyone was even given, these COOL t-shirts.

Let's hope we can keep this kind of school spirit around!

--Karin Novelia, Newly-Born Tiger Cub :3

The First Day of School


(Hey, guys. I know I was promising the delicious piece of my vacation trip to Singapore. It's in the works, but not quite done yet. A lot of photos to go through. Haha. Truth is, I'm not really in such a good mood. I'm really sorry about that. It's something I'm trying to fix, my self-esteem. Anyways, here a quick story I wrote yesterday and the title says it all. Coincidentally, it's also my 30th post, so let's hope this'll be a milestone of the better things to come. Enjoy.)

Well, today I woke up at 3.30 AM. No, I'm not joking. There are witnesses. I felt it was a bit early, but also lingering very closely to my set wake-up time of 5.30 AM. So I just laid down there on my bed, listening to music on my cellphone and just relaxed for a bit, soaking up the fact that it was a Tuesday. It was July 13th. It was the first day of school.

    My sister woke up soon after I did, and went to the bathroom. As much as I encouraged her to go back to sleep, she just didn't feel sleepy anymore. She was excited to go to school too. Soon it was 5 AM and my sister went to take a bath. By 6 AM, even my brother was awake, and me and my sister who were all set decided to head out early.

    Man… I had forgotten how good waking up in the morning is. As soon as my dad pulled up by the motorcycle/bicycle parking lot and took in a breath of fresh air, I felt refreshed, rejuvenated. The air was still cold, and the ground wet with rain, probably one that showered while I was fast asleep. Passing the gates and passed the empty bicycle racks and the once peach-colored building of Elementary school, I got a bit nostalgic. I bid my sister goodbye and she went to see her class list. I couldn't help but look up to the second floor, to the corner class that once belonged to 6B.

    6B. I could still remember those days as if it were yesterday. When it was over, I was bummed, way bummed. I didn't want it to end. And though I've said this before, I try to see each year as its own without comparison to anything else, but sometimes I just hope it would be at least as good as 6B. Would this year be able to live up to that standard?

    I pushed that thought away from my mind for now. No use getting my hopes too high. I turned away from those sweet memories and walked down the red running track towards the dark green building of the Columbus Hall. I walked up the stairs to the now familiar front office (TU), a giant banner waving back at me.

    It said "Welcome", a nice greeting to the start of a new school year and this year's motto: "Becoming a Responsible Person: Care, Respect, Commit." Not exactly poetry, but a good theme none the less.

    Going up to the pink covered soft-board to look at the list of my class, I could feel the suspense within me. Some people came days before just to see their class, but I didn't see the point. Coming to school with no clue, now that was motivation. You came early just to see that list, and whether you liked it or not, you couldn't just go back home and sulk. It was just a little personal fun.

    I started to scan from the bottom of the 8F list, and worked my way to the top because I wanted to see my class last. Confused?

    I already knew I was in 8A, all because James texted to say we were in the same class. But other than that I knew little than the comments of my friends saying, "It's an interesting class." I knew next to nothing. Well, it was time to find out.

    I only came with one expectation, the only one I have each year: to be in the same class as my Best Friends. Most of those times, it wasn't granted, but it never really let me down. But for some reason, I couldn't push this expectation away. It really would be great to have the people I absolutely adore around on this year. 8th Grade. I needed a while to really take that in. I had big plans this year.

    I scanned the list, bottom from top. I couldn't help but do a double-blink. This list… these names… they were very interesting, in a really good but unpredictable way. I also did a re-take of my class number. Something about numbers just seemed intriguing. The meaning behind them, the sort of alluring mystery. I'm not all that superstitious, but I couldn't help but attach comparison to class letters and class numbers.

    23.

    That was my number. 23. It was so familiar, I couldn't believe I was in that spot again. I guess I had a bit of a flashback moment, standing in front of the board, like an idiot, and turned back the clock by 2 years.

    The 6th Grade. The final year at Laurensia Elementary, and it was incredible. So many things had happened. I could still remember every moment, every laugh, every frown, everyday with my beloved 6B. Would this year be just as great?

    Again, with the comparisons. It was way early. But I took the time to walk into my new class and just soak things in. Taking deep breathes. Soaking in the scenery I've come to be fond of at school. See Bob the Builder (yes, the guy in the yellow hardhat) be taped onto the class door next to writing "welcome to 8A". Stopping by ol' 7F and seeing it finally clean. Ha, ha.

    It was official. I'm an 8th Grader now.

Waiting In Line, Waiting For a Verdict

[BTW, this is like important. This is like, my 20th post faithful readers (Or technically reader. Haha, yeah I'm talking about you. Let's see me reach 50(?), as soon as possible :) ]

Aaaaaahhhhh….

Oh, hey there, reader. I was just taking a moment to enjoy my end-of-school holiday. But, no, that's not what I'm gonna talk about today. Today I want to talk about yesterday, seeing as today was the next day after yesterday which I should've talked about yesterday instead of tomorrow which is now today, I'm gonna do it today, okay?

Confused? Good.

Anywaaaaaaaaaaaay….

Yesterday was a Tuesday. Don't get me wrong, I like Tuesdays, but that Tuesday was something I really wasn't looking forward to. If you look at my last post, you would see I received "exciting (yet TERRIFYING) news".

So, it came completely by surprise. I was up typing on my laptop, when on Facebook, Yudhi popped up in chat.

Yudhi: "hey, karin, r u coming to sch tomorrow?"

Me: "yeah, to drop off the form"

Yudhi: "what abt the interview?"

"…"

It took me a moment to register what was written on the chatbox. When I realized what he said, I rapidly typed back, "WHAT INTERVIEW? WHAT THE HECK R U TALKING ABOUT?"

I pressed enter, and whadayaknow, he went offline -__-

I resisted the urge to bang on the keyboard when he was for some reason going on and off on Facebook. When the connection settled, he replied:

Yudhi: "did you come to the meeting on Saturday?"

Way to answer with a question with a question, man. But then as I took a moment to recall it, I realized what he meant. On Saturday, one of the things we talked about was the AYC delegate leaders. Mr Yudi did say something about compiling a list of candidates, but seriously, how could they not tell me?

I pretty much freaked out. Usually, interviews and such wouldn't bother me, but that was mainly because I had time to calm down and prepare. In short, I stayed up late. There were still a few parts of the delegate form I tried to figure out, and then for some reason I ended up chatting up with a… well I guess I could say, friend. (To said person: We should really finish that chat, don't you think?)

I didn't get a good night's sleep. The next day I woke up a tad—okay, way — late. Yudhi said to get to school about 8 AM, and I woke up at well… seven-fifty-five. Hahaha. I kicked into overdrive to get ready and when I was dressing up in my room, my cellphone rang. The number on the screen, I recognized as Yudhi's.

Yudhi: "Hey, Karin this is Yudhi." (No duh) "About when are you coming to school?"

Me: "Uh, around 8.30…?" (Well, it was past that, which Yudhi didn't point out. In my defense, I had no idea what time it was.)

Yudhi: "Okay, then. By the way, the interview's at 12."

"…"

My mind took a moment to completely take that in (Yeah, I know it's been doing that a lot lately). I instantly felt relieved. I thought I completely missed out on the interview. So taking my sweeeet precious time, I got to school about nine. Ignoring obviously intrigued stares from the few people who were at school (seriously, who comes to school on a day-off? Other than the only guy who actually reads this blog, that is. Haha)

Hopping up the stairs, I walked into the Student Council room and ran into Yudhi and Mr Yudi. Only, the two of them that is.

"You're here so early," said Mr. Yudi, which only confirmed I was up way too early than I should've been.

"She's here to drop off the form," elaborated Yudhi, which compelled me to say, "Here it is, see you at 12." and head back home...

But no, it seemed Yudhi had something else in mind. "And maybe give a hand with all these other forms," he finished.

How was I supposed to respond to that? I shrugged, giving off this goofy smile and surrendered. My mom's car was gone anyhow, so it was better than doing nothing. Spending most of the morning re-typing the delegate forms was well, let's be honest, boring and the fact that I didn't get much sleep made my mind drift in and out of that place. Then Yudhi started making conversation, you know, the usual banter. HAHA. (Don't ask the reason for that one.) Then he said:

"So, you ready for the interview later?"

"…"

I cracked up in another one of my trademark goofy smiles, the ones I use to fill in awkward silences or when my brain is lagging too much or when I just don't know how to respond.

"I was actually trying not to think about it," was my final reply.

Although we were sitting across from each other, we were busy behind laptops, but I could've sworn he smiled(?). "How could you not think about it? I mean, this is kind of huge."

Thanks for reminding me, I sarcastically thought. "When I face "huge" stuff like this, my brain sorts of shut down. I try not to think about it."

I'll spare you the boring details and skip to around 10 AM, when the other guys started to file in. Most of them were 8th Graders, and there was only one other 7th Grader around. Didn't really help my odds *shrugs*.

Yudhi started getting texts from the interviewer a Mr Chu who flew in all the way from Singapore to interview us o.O. He was the founder of the GYCi, the Global Youth Congress International, and so I pictured him as a big hotshot or something, with fancy suits and maybe a limo(?). Didn't turn out the way.

So instead of arriving to school at 12 sharp as said, it appears that was his airport arrival time. Sounding just a tad bit like a tourist, he actually asked Yudhi how much a cab ride could cost (seems like a typical question, right?) only to start offering cab drivers 100k for a ride. (Naik taksi pake nawar, emng lg di pasar? (okay, jayus…) ya gk bisalah…)

I actually welcomed the delay. More time to freak out. Yipee.

Suckish thing was, we didn't know what the interview would be focused on, so I decided to prepare myself to ad-lib it all. Another suckish thing, I was getting hungry as lunch-time loomed near.

Then he arrived. Dun dun dun. Everyone was all tense suddenly. He wanted to meet us all in the meeting room, and introduce himself. Opposite to my initial image, suits and all, he wore a plain pink(?)-ish shirt and normal dress trousers. He had a typical Singaporean face and a friendly smile.

He explained a lot about the AYC's vision and ASEAN's history, and how he founded the AYC in hopes of a future were the countries in ASEAN had progressed into something huge. It was inspirational stuff really, but I couldn't help but tune out of the briefing every now and then.

In my mind I was all, After this is the interview. Don't panic. The interview. THE INTERVIEW. Hey, I said don't panic! You are gonna do fine.

Okay, that was a bit of over-reacting, but I did realize the interview was coming oh, so very soon and I just tried to keep my mind in the zone and ready for it. Then a certain image of a certain person came into mind, from like out-of-the-blue and mind fell off balance for a split-second. I blame last night's conversation -__-.

Back to the story. We were handed a guideline on what the Delegate Leaders are all about and a basic registration form. We got paired up for the interviews (which was sort of a relief) and sent to the Meeting Room again to fill out the forms.

Now, as you probably already know, writing is one of my many talents. In a sense, it might be the only skill I have mastered. But filling out the forms was a bit of a stumper for me. It mostly asked about past 'LEADERSHIP EXPERIENCE'.

Damn. The only leadership experience I had was like being class president and planning my family vacations. Trust me, it was hard work and brought out a loud of leadership skills in me, but like it doesn't pop out, you know? I guess, it shouldn't have been a big deal seeing as everyone else didn't have much outside school experience either. But they were all like in the student council or something, and it did give them the slightest upper-hand.

The only other guy who had zilch experience as me was, Erico, who was also my interview partner (unfortunately :P Just kidding. High five, dude!).

Many people ask me, "Why didn't you join the Student Council? You would be a great candidate."

Blah, blah, blah. Not to be disrespectful or anything to the people who support me and encourage me to be all "over-achieving" and who realize my leadership potential, 4 words: You. Don't. Know. Me.

Okay, I would love to be Ms. Busy-body and play teacher's pet, though evidently, that has gotten me into drama before, but I'm not a "Rachel Berry", if you will. I'm not the type of person who knows she has what it takes but destroys it by being overly-'me', all obsessive and overshadowing. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I'm still figuring things out. I don't want to push myself to doing what seems like 'the typical me thing' to do. Not many people know what I have to deal with on a daily basis. School, parents, making sure my older brother gets through school and baby-sitting a younger sister. It's the little things I've been doing for like an eternity and I love doing them, it's like the dream job you don't wanna quit, but it takes a lot out of me.

WOAH. Don't know how that suddenly turned into a rant-ish paragraph, but yeah, that's basically my point. I promised myself, I would take this first freshmen year at Santa Laurensia JHS, to just adapt. Though that seems to have hurt my resumé, and I've realized that I do need to build it up (8th Grade, I am so going to kill you---> actually planning Student Council President Candidacy. Trust me, I have BIG plans).

Anyways, let's skip right to the interview. After waiting for over an hour in line, Me and Erico sat down next to each other, while we agonizingly waited for Mr Chu to take a call. I fingered a simple black bracelet I put on just for today. There's a bit of history into the seemingly mundane rubber wrist-wear, but let's just say it was like a good-luck charm.

He hung up (finally!) and started the interview. He asked a kind of cornering first one. In front of us was a list of the Leader candidates, and he ask us to choose the top 3 in our books, who would become great leaders. He gave us time to think, and I was just stumped. Not on the first choice (I think you know what I mean), not so much on the second, but the third. You see most of the names on the list were 8th Graders. And the gap seemed a bit disadvantageous to me. Since, we haven't really been in the same class and such, I don't think anyone could really see my leadership skills.

So after an awkward silence, Erico went first. First was, well, himself *ahem*. Second was, well, you-know-who *ahem*. And the third one I just forgot. Suffice to say he didn't say my name *shrugs*.

My turn. First was also myself (No, duh). Second was… unimportant *ahem*, and when I was contemplating third to be Erico I decided the opposite way, saying someone's name at the top of my head.

Next Question: "Why did you not choose your interview partner, out of curiosity?"

I nearly laughed, but I answered first. Well, since he didn't pick me, I didn't feel obligated to pick him, was what I said IN MY MIND. Out loud, I pointed out that we were in the same Writing Club, I had a chance to know him and I said he was a nice guy who participates actively in the club, (and "Nothing personal," I laughed) but I didn't think he would be able to manage a huge project on his own.

Yeah, that was a bit sugar-coated at best. I remember that the moment I said 'Writing Club', Eric's face sort of fell and he said afterwards that, "Pas lw ngomong Writing Club, ack, gw udh takut lw mo ngomong ttg gw males ngumpulin tugas ato ap, tp ternyata ngk." So, sugar-coated, at best. I guess I'm just that nice.

When he answered, I could tell he was making it all up on the fly. I can't exactly remember what he said but I think it was something like "…. But she's not out-going enough and might not be organized enough to lead a project like this."

My response: Outside, I had a small smile and nodded understandingly, taking the critique the professional way. Inside, I thought, Screw you. If we were in the same class, you'd be begging me to lead/be in your group. (Peace dude, no harm intended. Haha :P)

Next questions were pretty straight-forward. The good and bad about our beloved Indonesia, reasons why we should be the leaders, how we would handle a situation.

Bottom line, I think it went pretty well. I pretty much knew how to respond to the questions, and didn't really take too much time to think or say 'uh…' or 'um…' to frequently. Big thumbs up to myself on this one, was all I have to say.

Afterwards, it was Yudhi's and Kay's turn, and while we waited for the verdict, as he said it might be announced right after their interview (which it never did), Ms Maria, the principal of our school sat down with me, Garry, Erico, Evan and Mr Yudi and just had a nice chat. I didn't really say much, since I didn't have much of a reputation yet with Ms Maria yet, she didn't really acknowledge me (oh, boohoo).

Nicest thing was afterwards, Erico treated me to lunch at McDonald's :)

If your reading this, Erico, I wanna say thanks a lot, you saved my stomach, and I just noticed on Facebook that your birthday's tomorrow, so Happy Birthday, hope you have a good one!

Okay, WOAH. It's late. It's 10.30-ish now, and I started typing this at like 8.30. It turned out a lot longer than expected but hey, when you're writing from the heart, words flow out much more easily.

I'm still a bit nervous about the results. Will I become the first 7th Grade AYC Delegate Leader in Santa Laurensia? Okay, that's a bit of a stretch, but I'm way nervous. Wish me tons of luck!

By the way, tonight's episode of Glee was awesome, no it was legen—wait for it—dary! (Get the reference?). Love you NPH! Or should I say Bryan Ryan? Or, better AWESOME-er yet, Uncle Barney? Ahahaha. And I got the latest songs already in my cell, so it'll be tonight's lullaby.

So good night guys.

Signed,

Sir Writes-A-Lot

The End of One Thing, The Beginning of Another

Today is practically one of the most happiest Thursdays of my life. After enduring another sick day yesterday, forcing myself to finish all my schoolwork until like MidNight, waking up a tad cranky the next morning, I finally made it to school, to my dear class 7F without a last minute up-chuck.

I have finally rid myself of all schoolwork for this year (hooray!) and now have to prepare for final exams (boohoo!). So today was the final day of normal classes and next week we would all be facing our final exams in the eye. Tomorrow's a Friday, the day when I'm at my best, and the school, thankfully, let us have the day off.


For once, I was glad to be at school. When you're at home puking your guts out, school was a more welcoming option. I've seen that 7F hasn't changed a bit, and apparently someone missed me while I was gone (awww… wkwkwkwk). Things went by at a leisurely pace. School was out of boring lessons and lectures, and as the last sessions for us, teachers were sort of saying goodbye


Anyways, that isn't the only reason why I was happy. The main highlight of the day started at exactly 5 PM on my favorite channel called Star World. That's right today was the Finale Results Show on American Idol.


As a fan of music, I almost instantly latched onto the show. Although I'm not a follower of every single season, I love the show for the fact that it's bringing talented nobodies into the spotlight of the music biz. So far, great talent has been introduced to the world and today was no different.

Stepping into season 9, I must say that this was one of the more promising seasons I've watched. We could really see raw and authentic talent from the top 12 competitors and it was really hard for me to pick a favorite. But after a few weeks, I fell in love with one guy. His name is Lee DeWyze.

(It's funny how a subtle lift of the finger like that can say, "I'm number one.")


For the past few seasons, the boys were a bit more favored in the show and this season was no different. With a raspy edge and an acoustic guitar as his weapon choice, Lee's got this rocker-style going for him, much like previous Idol singers I've adored like Daughtry and David Cook.


At first, Lee wasn't the strongest contestant on the show, apparently due to lack of confidence. Again and again the Judges have commented that Lee seemed nervous and shy. But with every step this guy just got better and better, and if people think he hasn't got the best vocals, they gotta give him an A+ for effort and passion.

Anyways, this season's finale came down to Lee DeWyze and Crystal Bowersox. I gotta hand it to Crystal though, she does have a great voice but something about her just doesn't exactly click with me. She's been a strong competitor throughout the show and neither had been in the bottom 3. There was only a 2% difference in the votes, host Ryan Seacrest said. Wow, close call much? Guess the voters have been hitting the Idol lines hard.

(Lee and Crystal, dressed up for Top 5-Sinatra Week. Coincidentaly, in the Top 4 duets, they ended up together and performed an acoustic rendition of Once's "Falling Slowly")

Before we get over to the results, the finale numbers were quite a treat. I loved seeing the top 12 hit the stage again and when I saw the whole preppy-school punk-rock theme they were putting on for the first song, "School's Out" with the legendary Alice Cooper, I was like "wow!". It's the first time I saw the show go all out, rock n' roll like that, and I loved the red blazers.


Anyhoo… The clock neared 7 PM and yeah, that meant it was time for results. Ryan paused for dramatic effect, and well, I guess I always knew what was coming. THE WINNER WAS LEE DEWYZE!

(Look at his face, right when they announced it. Doesn't he look cute? haha. But seriously, the dude even got all watery-eyed on the show, even before the results were out. He was just so nervous.)


And like I once said in a Facebook post, "I'm Always Right ;)"


I can't wait to see what Lee will cook up next after his big win, and I'm expecting it to be bigger than before. If it was me, winning American Idol would be the greatest pick-me-up and all my self-doubt would be thrown right out the window. I'm a beLEEver all the way.


And another bonus, I got to rub it in my brother's face who was insisting Crystal would win all season. So, I'm in a totally excited, happy, supercalifragilisticexpialodoucious mood right now!


Today marked the end of the formal school lessons, but marked the beginning of a week of final tests. Today marked the end of Lee's American Idol journey, but also marked the beginning of a star's new career. Today marked the end of yesterday, but marks the beginning of tomorrow.


That list could go on and on and on. I guess the main point is that life's all about ending and beginnings and sometimes the line between them is blurred. I strongly believe that whenever I hit a rock-bottom ending in life, with some hope, a new door of beginning just flew right open.


It's getting late, so I'll end this post quickly. Gotta get up early to hit those school books. See you later, writers!


Signed,

Sir Writes-A-Lot

ANOTHER Day Off School

If you, dear reader, go to my school, and actually know who I am, you may notice there are a bunch of holes in my attendance record. Usually here one day and gone the next, sickness of every kind seems to have penetrated my immune system. For just a one-day thing, I've been missing school due to 'masuk angin', sometimes bringing more annoying illnesses like headaches, the occasional migraine, diarrhea and stomachaches of all degrees.

I don't know why I get these one-day sickies, but they are just annoying. You might sound surprise but I like going to school. Well, maybe not lately, but I have to go either way. Maybe it's just because I'm so stressed out and over-worked with all my work and er, complications in life.

Not to mention my parents get a bit off the deep end, apparently only on the days I feel sick. It must be a conspiracy.

One thing on my mind is school. I totally feel that it's turning a bit redundant. Why don't they just give us this week off to study at home? That's way more better than getting to school, having a few free periods, doing pretty much nothing and getting drowned in last minute homework.

I seriously need some R and R, but I don't think one's coming anytime soon. I guess I'll just have to deal for now.

I'm sleepy. There's so much I want to get off my chest, but it's a bit personal and I don't wanna rant online. I'll go meditate for now. Cheers, this is me hoping I can endure school tomorrow.

Signed,

Sir Writes-A-Lot

The Chance of a Lifetime

As I've promised, I'm back today with a new post.

This day, like my life has been a complete rollercoaster. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, so I was sleepy and cranky that morning when I stepped into my class.

I had been up all completing projects, but thankfully everything worked out. Simply because at the end of the day, I was expecting some very big news.

So it was nearing the end of the last lesson. My 7F class was in the middle of Miss Patricia's Listening and Speaking class. Our last project was about "Inventions", where we had to think of a new invention and present and advertise it.

After the huge success of my group's commercial, the whole class applauded and was laughing all about it. It wasn't until the end of the next commercial did Yudhi come knocking on our class door.

Me, Melinda and Madeleine stepped out when he called us. We knew what was about to come next. Apparently, Yudhi can't dish out with bad news with a straight face.

After booting out Melinda, like on American Idol, it was down to the bottom two. Instantly after Melinda left, Meydi said, "Udah deh pasti Karinlah."

Uhh, I'm flattered? :P

The thing about being smart is that people already see it coming. Getting a 100 on a test for the umpteenth time, doesn't surprise people that much. I guess it is flattering that people expect to hit high, but it's sort of unnerving. It sort of makes you think that you are going to do well, but then when you don't, people sort of give a "Masa sih?" kind of look.

Back to the story. After modestly denying that my victory was set in stone, I swear I felt my heart was going to fall out. Yudhi paused for a second to take some letters out of his file, and he was fumbling with them for so long, I almost jumped forward to snatch the whole thing.

He straightened out the papers and paused for dramatic effect (?).

"You're both going to Singapore!"

I instantly cracked up in a smile, but when dealing with formal news I've learned to try to act professional. No jumping and whooping in joy. Nope, just a smile and a nod.

Then again, Meydi instantly shouted in joy, fist pumping up in the air beside and I sort got swept away in all the hype. So much for professional.

We did a quick high five, much to the bewilderment of passing students. We were happy, proud and excited. What else can I say? We were both chosen as one of the few 12 students who were going to Singapore for the 2nd ASEAN Youth Conference. For 8 days we would convene with other countries (all members of ASEAN +3, China, Japan and South Korea)

I am so filled with joy. Congratulations to the other lucky students! Let's do our best together!

As I write, the final episode of Monk ended and man was it beautifully ended.

Now, I'm gonna spend the next two hours watching DVD. What should I watch? Flash Forward's a first choice, but then again I could watch that documentary for my Biology homework….

Nah.

Signed,

Sir Writes-A-Lot