Monday, December 31, 2012

Crafting Technique

Dear diary,
hemm...how do I start??

How about my Peresmian Logo.
Peresmian Logo is a kind of tradition in my school, in case you don't know, Methodist-2 Medan.
Every senior class is "asked" to make their own class' name, their own class yelling. They will decorate one class and provide food for people who come to their class. And one more, they have to design their own class dress.

Then, on one specific day of December, our headmaster's gonna officially 'annouce' our classes' names.

So, ada banyak banget yang terjadi sebelum hari H.
You know, working with a bunch of people that come from different backgrounds,point of views, wants, needs- it really takes your tolerance.

Buat waktu" awal, aku emang gak terlalu ngurus tentang this Peresmian Logo thing.
My friends came with names, and it was informed to the whole class, then we'd do the voting.

Our first name was HETORIOUS.
It stood for "HEritage sTORIes Of US" .
I liked it.But then we changed it for most of us didnt think it quite reflex our class.

Then one of my friends came with DISCO.
Honestly, I had no idea about the name- its meanings,what it stood for- when I was first told about it.
It turned out that my class had this "class meeting" on Saturday 8 Sept, when I was absent for the first time in my High School history due to my cousin's wedding.

DISCO was the abbreviation of Developing Inside Super Creative Outside.
This time, it seemed like the right name for our class.
We had already planned our dress,our class' decor, our yelling songs.

Tapi, namanya takdir, it was middle of November, when Bapaknya Aniek a.k.a Pak Manurung, said that
" Ini tidak benar ini. Ini sesuatu yang buruk dipaksakan jadi baik.Ini ga bisa. DISCO itu kan identik dengan dunia malam. Gimana kalok orang nyambungkan 'tik' di belakangnya?! Jadinya DISCO-TIK!! Saya beri kalian waktu 1x24 jam untuk ganti nama kelas kalian"

Jujur, waktu itu aku sangaattt-amaattt-ammaattt-sangaaat MARAH!
Sampek-sampek aku sempat 1 harian rasanya pengen lempar gelas ke kantor BP sekolah kami yang super kolot cara berfikirnya!!

Dea : "Marah kali kau ya?"
Aku : "Iyah! Aku kesel kaliii...Bapak itu seenaknya aja masuk ke kelas kami dan tiba-tiba bilang kalok nama kelas kami ga layak! Emang dia pikir buat nama itu cuman 1 hari lansung jadi. Emang sih itu bukan ideku, tapi aku tau capeknya buat nyari nama itu! Aku ga suka kalok orang ga nge-hargain karya orang lain!!Arrrgghhh!!"

Hard time.
But we survived.

It was 3 or 4 days later, after asking for more time to think- we came with our REAL NAME.

CAMEO
It's not Spanish nor Italian.
It's English.
If you look up the dictionary, it says that Cameo : /n/  1. short part in a film or play for famous actor 2. short piece of descriptive writing 3. piece of jewellery with a raised design, usu of a head.

Our CAMEO is taken from the 3rd meaning.
And it stands for Camarederie in Melodramatic Sience One.
In Indonesian the whole meaning is Persahabatan yang Terukir di Kelas IPA 1 yang Spektakuler.

I like it.

I had those times when I felt mentally and physically exhausted.I had that 'errupting' moment...when I actually showed my anger... :p
I had those calculating and thinking how we provide our food without taking too much money from our class saving.
I had it all.
Our class



That's our Daddy Gee :)




Just a moment doing silly thing with my bro, Jonathan ;)




At the end , whatever happened on that day, that's it!
None of us can turn back time and change thing that we think was not good enough.

And I had a moment where I got to see something that people may have been covering up.
I dont always know what to do. But I know that sooner or later, what you try to hide is gonna come up and show itself.




Monday, December 17, 2012

Let Me Sign


hey blog!!!..it's been a looongg while.

I have so many things to write, to tell, to be gotten out of my mind.

Life, these past 3 months, has been passing so damn fast.
There's always a long list of things to do. A lot of expectations to be fulfilled.
And I just can't take it all by myself.

I'm scared. What if this thing I'm doing right now is leading me to a worse situation?

And  I feel like skipping this part, but who do I think I am to skip time?!



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Aku selalu suka dunia entertainment. I love the cycle of starship. I love seeing new talents found. I love the spotlight. I love performing. I love dancing like crazy to no music at all. I love my singing although I know I miss on many notes :p .  Writing to my, is like a dope. That even if I haven't used it for a long time, I still crave for it. I find it easier to express my thoughts through writings than speaking to people -who I know will sooner or later, in front or behind my back- will critize me I love every single song that i've been singing for countless times.  I'm always amazed by great people's stories. How they follow their hearts, and hell yeah the roads have never been without pot-holes, but they keep on going, keep on fighting, believing in themselves. I'm no jenius. I'm no powerful. I'm no politician, and I can never see myself as one. I'm no sociallite. I'm no role-model. I make mistakes. My naieve-nature has always brought me to a place I never expected. To heart-breaks, dissapointment,and anger for many times. Sometimes, I wish I could let myself fantasize about things. About living in a huge, looked-like palace house. About having a boyfriend like every girl wants. About living somebody's life. But even if I close my eyes now, and asked to imagine the things I wanna do.
I imagine myself wearing a beautiful little dress, a pair of adorable strap-heels, talking to Adam Lambert on the red carpet. From there I can see Paramore, Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift and many others walking the carpet and stop for some camera-time. 
 I find Desy Anwar's job -interviewing people with different stories-, exciting. To actually talk and share thoughts with people who right now I can only know from Wikipedia, people whom I think jenius, people with passion and principles.  


I dont blame my parents for "hoping" me to become a doctor. I will do it for them
But I can never hide my passion and curiousity to this world called “entertainment”.