Monday, August 18, 2008 // 2:57 PM
1. 17 AGUSTUS TAON EMPAT LIMAAAA!!yaay. slamat hari jadi indonesiaaa. sebagaimanapun hancurnya konsitusi di indonesia... indonesia tetap tanah air gw dan gw cinta bangeeett sama negara ini. call me crazy, but i can't let it go. it's my country, my home and i'll love it forever and ever. :))2. Putri Indonesia 2008huhu, manda ga menaaang! :(
(yupp, amanda putri witdarmono dari dki3 itu temen gw hehe) walopun lolos ke sepuluh besar. keseeell. itu pertanyaan yang paling susah dari seluruh pertanyaan yg diajukan dan manda (walopun harus minta ngulang pertanyaannya) bisa jawab dengan baik, sistematis dan ga grogi sama skali. dan
OMG DIA GA LOLOS??!! well the judges must be blind (or deaf for that matter) well anyways, manda menang
putri pendidikan and i think it's the best title that suits her.
congrats mandaaa!! :)3. Me and the Suitcasehave u ever had this certain attachment to something? it's as if you can't let it go, coz it's a part of you, or a part of a certain memory that you can't or won't shake off?well i have one.
and it's that
ginormous black suitcase of mine. which as of this moment is still sitting comfortably on the leg of my bed (since the day i got back from US, and that's umm 23rd july ;p ). it's been
nearly a month since that suitcase is there. intact. well not exactly of course i took out the dirty laundry and stuff.
i know it seems crazy, but i like it. i like the fact that it's on the edge of my room, near my bed. i don't feel like taking it away. putting it in the back of my mom's closet (coz that's where all the suitcases go in case you were wondering which i assume you don't haha). i don't know why really.
well maybe it's the one thing that reminds me of camp and the whole USA trip. and along the journey, that suitcase is practically
the most important thing of me (aside from my pasport of course which = my life!). without that suitcase i'd be lost and probly be on the verge of depression haha.
i find it to be a reminder, i guess, of that summer... that it's
actually real and not just a fragment of my imagination. not just a lucid dream. it actually happened. coz i sometimes feels as if the camp was just a dream. a flash of events that comes up in my head for no apparent reason.
but it wasn't and the suitcase constantly remind me of it. the suitcase is something that i held on to from the start of the journey until the end. from when i was still in the awkward stage of camp until i'm crying my guts out to say goodbye. the suitcase was always there. never left my side (except for that one day when it got left in chicago).sure there are other things,
the memory book (which constantly made me cry everytime i read it) and
pictures (which i'll post up soon enough).
but it's mainly the suitcase. yeah.
well anyways, i think now is the point where i have to
let it go.
and start to tell myself that the
past summer was real. suitcase or no suitcase. it did happen and was
the most wonderful thing ever. the suitcase was merely a virtual bridge that i created in the back of my head, that connect me to camp and that summer. anyways, what was i thinking? i'll always know that my summer camp was real... it was really stupid of me to ever think that it wasn't. coz now i realise that the memory have been embeded inside of me. a stain on a piece of white muslin... can't be shaken off...
now that's the hardest part. letting go. but it's a phase, right? one that each and everyone of us go through. like it or not.
yeah so maybe i'm a bit emotional right now. or rather
philosophical (?). haha ok that's too much. :9
well anyways. gotta read
scarlet letter. eight chapters to go! go nandra go!!
chao!
