1 stop to Jakarta

CX 873 to Hongkong departure at 0010 hr
CX 777 to Jakarta departure at 0930 hr

INDONESIA TANAH AIR KU

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

MONDAY

TUESDAY

5 days to home.

assignments are almost done.
I'm happy now.

7 days to home

8 days to home.

WEEK THUR TEEN
TWO WEEKS 2GO


Materials and tools class
is tearing me apart slowly.
The class started off easy,
with simple drafting and
simple icon sketches. But
as the semester deepens,
it gets trickier. Especially
the comping part. Imagine
comping a gift box, three
chinese to-go boxes, one
chopstick holder, and one
shopping bag in exactly
three weeks. To top it off,
I've still 4 other classes to
worry. Two weeks too soon.
I can already smell da dust
of Jakarta's airport.



Christmas is coming. I've
been downloading xmas
songs for the past week n
it feels so soothing doing
work while listening to the
carols. Holidays, especially
christmas are just forever
tempting. Each christmas
can be fairly different. But,
I can be assured that all is
joyous. Anyways, discounts
are taking place everwhere
in the city now. So those who
are in for some spendings,
GO GO GO !!!



I've recollected my gadget//
get ready for the final showdown

MTCT Portfolio - 100%
Book Project: John Baskerville - 100%
Process Book FGD - 90%
Portfolio FGD - 100%

use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon
use photography as a weapon


a symbol used to betray you!

paintball day.
or is it pain-ball?
hahaha.
truth is, we pay for pain.

but it was a fun one.
my worst bruises are
on my left butt cheek.
very funny.

it's black friday today.
SALE SALE SALE.
I dont really care anyway.
I hate the crowd...

but got a pretty good deal
with the ipod!
weeeee

MTCT Portfolio
Book Project: John Baskerville
Process Book FGD
Portfolio FGD

1 out of 4 books done.

get me home...

NOW

It's Thanksgiving today.
Happy giving thanks to all.
Please don't kill turkeys anymore...
poor little creatures.

But yumm...
probably gonna get myself
a stuffed turkey breast at
Bristol Farms later.

A class held in MOMA have
always been better than the
usual on campus history of GD.
It's so much fun and Kilgore's
surprisingly lenient with the
class duration.

He said, "guys, it may sound
crazy, but being too long in
a museum can affect your
physical health. I suggest
after an hour and a half,
you guys take a coffee break
and we can call it a day."

this morning, I'm a tired girl.
come and play with me...

hee, my webcam just
arrived yesterday morning.

Good thang is,
despite the lousy packaging,
the camera's here in 1-piece.
Bad is,
the CD's broken.
Shattered, into 3-pieces.
Aweful.
But best thang is,
the camera does work after all.
Thanks to MACAM.

Babies, I'm done for Week 10.
Another 5 to go.

It's finally the end of the midterm grading period. Sad to say, there's another half semester to go. The assignments are starting to scare me right now; I had my last class of the week this evening and she gave us the final assignment sheet.
2 book projects: Process book and Concept book.
Tell me how Im going to survive. JUST HOW!?
So this class has 2 books to complete.
What about the rest of my classes? Oh, pretty. More books to come.
I have to do a fat subjective book for ugly history class,
Another process book for MTCT.
Crazy era. 6 weeks people. Another 6 weeks before the finals.

Some hours, some minutes, Im starting to realize that I'm turning into a crazy stone.
A stone, yes for god's sake. just leave me on the graveled street of cold winter to ROT.
just do that and I'll see how far I can survive.

But you know what? I think I can survive.
There you go, Riks, there's the spirit.
Cmon, show me some. Show em too.
Show those motherfucking bitches how to handle thangs right.
Oh yes, I sure will.

My hair's dropping

currently at the apple store.
a friend of mine bought a macbook.
I want one too!

Im not understanding visual concept, she said.

ok ok. so I have to really eat concepts right now.
EAT IT,
DIGEST IT.

Make concept happen.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!

I love halloween,
I always do...
but this year is much more different: nothing happened to me.

First year I celebrated halloween, I lost my cellphone,
2nd time halloween, someone got possessed.
3rd time it, we got drunk.

this time it, I did a magnificent entry. HAHAHA

halloween o halloween, lemme carve my pumpkin

This is dumb,
dumb dumb. plain dumbass.
moving at this time of the year where assignments have started piling up my desk is a plain stupid idea.
But who could help it if they have to rush home at the end of the year?
who could help it if they were to be given a 30-day notice from the recent landlord?
who could help it if they couldn't find the right apartment in time for exquisite settling?
well, I couldn't.

So, Ive therefore moved, into a huge one-bedroom apartment.
Still in the Financial District, but a further walk to school.
There's nothing much to do now aside from cleaning up the new place.
My internet connection will be re-connected on the 25th.
(This is a stolen wireless connection, by the way; someone's not putting password in their wireless!)
We're blessed in a way.

One thing leads to another.
Packing can be horrifying; you are prone to misplacing your precious stuffs.
There were just TOO much junk. I said JUNK cos it's just too much to be elaborated.
I almost lost my student ID, but alas, I think i've lost my favorite softshell.
DAMMIT. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I WORE IT.
Man, it is so depressing. I can't flashed my mind back to where I left it/store it.
If I were to have packed it together with the other jackets, I would've find it hours ago.
ARGH. It's just too sad to think about it right now. I need a replacement for it, but I doubt I could get a perfect little outwear like it. I might as well believe this is a curse of moving.

THE CURSE OF MOVING IS MOVING INTO MY LIFE.

Anyhow,
The midterms are here!
Joyful celebration towards fatality.
sshh, don't jinx it.
Ya know it's funny, all my classes except for bastardo graphiqua dezain historia ain't giving any test.
BUT, WHY WHY WHY it has to be graphic design history?
AND WHY WHY WHY it has to an essay?
Why not an MCQ?
Why not a TRUE/FALSE?
Beat it, Kilgore, this is an art school mind you.
UNLESS IT'S ENGLISH, THERE'S NEVER AN ESSAY IN OUR DICTIONARY!
Jesus.

School's cool, but in there, everyone's facing a competition against everyone.

Friends, foes, and dearest people i know.
Today, dated 19, is the last night I'll spend in apt 804.
And this is the last few minutes before the internet shut down.

packing has been tough, but i know, once i get into the new home,
i WONT pack anymore cos I WONT move anymore.

My internet wil be re-connected on the 25th.
So, see you guys soon.
SO LONG!

once again, it's a bittersweet goodbye.

Only two days of class next semester.
God did kiss me after all.

HA!

Sas Christian, you're one genius lass.
Yesterday's show was awesome,
you were really nice.

You know how to paint;
you feel emotions.
You created these luscious girls,
and I've practically

FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THEM!!

Some of the girls:



















AND MY FAVORITEEE!!!


CANDYLAND!


There are plenty more.
Let's just drool over these first.

HAHA

Situation at the Apple store: not too crowded.
PERFECT!

before that,
Terry said "I'm just used to everybody having an ipod there's no one that has no ipod"

"well I dont," I said.

Terry laughed, "We should get you one."

I laughed and we made a block turn to the Apple Store.

GUESS WHOT!
THE RED IPOD IS OUT!
omg omgggg
it's kind of a featured ipod collaboration with Gap, i think;
from what I saw was similar in their product poster.
awesome.
I remembered so well I hate the new colored ipods,
but this red devil is an exception , MAN!

It's Friday the 13th.
There're late night Friday the 13th movies at The Egg;
supposed to catch 'em but got held back packing stuff.
Im just gonna catch Stay Alive at home.



STAY ALIVE is sick!
you guys should watch it.

Got what i want, yet.
The last eye went off the evening.
Just before anything shut down,
i tore the waves.

shitly enough,
the judges missed their prayers.
Closed their case, packed, and gone home.

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


#*#(%&^&@(#*%@
let me just cry my heart out//

this sucks

ughh.. im outta cash
and it's merely mid oct.

The sun is back.

It's almost two months after I left Jakarta.
Can't believe how fast time runs.
Soon enough you gotta believe what you refused to believe:
...graduation day.
ain't looking forward to it,
cos it feels so right to be a student,
that facing the real world is too cruel.
The only thing matter is how Im doing in school;
gotta keep up with this status.
Just one little thing to remind myself:
DONT EVER THINK OF TAKING 5 CLASSES EVER AGAIN.

"A PERESON WHO DOESN'T MAKE MISTAKE IS MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE"

I hereby proclaim my utter disgust for all the harley riders out in the embarcadero today
(and any other sundays).

BUNCHA BASTARDS GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HOOD!

fuc.
cmon misters, u gotta be kidding me.
U ride all day long around making crazy engine noises as you passed my apartment.
fuc u son of e bitches.
it's late and u're still roaring your ass down Howard St.
my music died cos of ur stupid harley engine.
my writing report got interrupted cos of ur disgusting motors.
dont ever rev it again. it's ugly. it's not even cool.
dont even think about it.
up urs all !!!

my veins on my knees still hurts.
can you believe it?
It's been a week and it doesn't go.
I thought last week i felt better,
but I hiked again last night and
it got worse.
my god.

they laughed at me cos I never been to cold stone.
shuddup! hahaha.
Im so gonna go there later.
it's a hot sunny day today. perfect for an icecream treat.
gonna roam around the town today.
bloomingdale's really blooming these days.
gonna check it out.
gonna watch little miss sunshine today.
it's suppose to be a stupid show but i hope for a meaningful story.

There was s blind man
sitting with a sign that read:
"I AM BLIND, PLEASE HELP."

An advertising man was
walking by and stopped.
He saw that the blind man
had only a few coins and
bills in his hat.
He dropped in more coins
and without asking for
permission, took the sign
and rewrote it.
He returned the sign to the
blind man and left.

That afternoon the ad man
returned and noticed that
the blind's man hat was full
of bills and coins. The blind
man recognized his footsteps
and asked if it was he who had
rewritten his sign and wanted
to know what he had written on it.
The advertising man responded:
"Nothing that was not true.
I simply rewrote the message differently."
He smiled and then went on his way.

The new sign read:
"TODAY IS SPRING
AND I CANNOT SEE IT"

The things you can't see are the most important. They are the ideas."

it's seven past twelve.
Im home from school. hooraa...
Im guessing daylight saving's gonna be over soon,
cos it's got darker as I stepped out of class every wednesday,(tis the only class Im off at 6.20)
O man, it's eerie. I never liked having a feeling of night class.
I always love daylight saving and always long for its arrival.

This week's homework tends to be really loose.
Which is good cos ima spend my weekend attending workshops.
and PLAY! PLAAYYY!
I gotta watch little miss sunshine this weekend.

ILOATHEDARKNESS.
IFEELDAYLIGHT.

It's eleven oclock,
wednesday morning.

im too full to type.
it's the food from last night.
omg.

mandi dulu de. udah mo telat nih.
class in an hour time!
CIAO

wow, ya know, im finally done with the sets for typography.
that bugs me the most. It's due tonight by midnight and I just posted it earlier today.

Im freaking out!
I hate History of GD now. really do.
writing reports are the primary pain in the ass.
what graphic designer writes reports anyways?
And Kilgore's homeworks topped most of my classes.
STFU!!

o man, Im really beat now.

Was over at Sushi Rika's for dinner and saw this couple.
unloving couple.
cheating husband.
I know it isnt my stand to judge this but the man annoyed me.
He receives a phone call and practically WENT outside to pick it up.
The lady waited inside.
The man talked for almost fifteen minutes outside.
omgg. I saw this hopeless look on the lady's face.
pitied her. She knew her husband's cheating on her.
o yea, cos she shot him this look OF HATE when he got back.
haha. whatta scene.
and worse, towards the end of their meal,
the husband went to the restroom.
and spent quite a while in there.
boy, I knew he was making the call again.
hahha... ok. im naughty to judge all this but can't help it.
im narrating! Then the lady kinda wanna check on his PDA,
but he was being uncomfortable to it and kept the PDA away from the lady into his bag.
again, the lady shot him that look of despair.
AWW//
if i were you lady, I'd ditch him already right in that sushi bar!
SUSHI RIKA ROCKS!

my lady spawn has arrived.
I know i shud jump and shout crazy about it
but udah agak basi de ah,
cos udah arrive dari hari lalu.

it's been a hectic week and i know how long ive neglect this pretty blog of mine.
my baby darling, im sorry...

Let's start over.
So it's been a busy week.
aside from school, i've been
contemplating stuff. really private stuff.
Like, scratching my feet to looking at my fingernails.
i feel that's really important.
ok. rubbish.
no, really. my homework is getting crazy.
i mean, REALLY KUURRRAAAZZZAAAYYY.
people without enough training would
DIE just hearing about it.
here goes.

Monday's Homework:
-Ive to finish up 3 pieces of drafting + the master grid.
(this has gotta be precise. really freaking precise.no reason
for it to be 1/32 inch away.)

-Then I gotta do 4 kinds of type studies for a balsamic vinegar
bottle label ima redesign soon.

Tuesday's Homework:
-2 pieces of writing reports
(gotta do the readings before writing. and two pieces because
i didn't do last week's due to stupid misunderstanding.)

-Create 2 sentences in Phonecian aleph-beths

-Do Research and print out 3 Illuminated manuscripts from the medieval ages.

-Do thumbnails of layout for midterm's book project+the contents that comes with it.

Wednesday's Homework:
-Thumbnails for letter studies. minimum 15. IN COLOR.

-Questions urself and look for the answers:
3 groups of design elements. Get posters from the book.

Online Homeworks for English:
-PEER EDITING. edit peer's memoir.

-Read a memoir from book and attend 2 discussion
sessions on this memoir.

-Do quiz

Online Homeworks for Typography:
-Do computer roughs for Project 1

-Do exploration 3

-Do quiz

-Research on 1 type foundry.


Everyone shud be wishing me luck.
cliche shit.
but i need it.
all shud be done, in a week.

However, as you can see, it's 55% done.
so i think i shud take a rest.
gonna go to MOMA tomorrow! yay.
it's gonna be an awesome trip.

ILOVEMYSELF. really do.

SICK

of everysingle shit in everysingle place
in everysingle hole that digs everysingle nose.

ihatehomeworks...

it's early mornn.
rabu lagi rabu lagi.
cepet sih.
najong hari ini kelas dari jem 12 ampe jem 6.
1 plajaran.
tabahin aje d.
ive tried it last week.
it went on alright, except for my profuse yawns.
crazed.

mau balik indooooo.
di indo enak.
ga usah pg ke bawah laundry,
ga usah lipet baju,
ga usah masuk2in piring ke dishwasher,
ga usah masak,
ga usah mikirin mau makan apa nih pagi siang malem ini.
ga usah naek bus,
ga usah grocery shopping,
ga usah vacuum,
ga usah pake jaket.
ga usahnye lebih banyak.

ude ah.

here comes the new challenger
from Amy's MTCT class:

RIKA V.S MASTER GRID

mastergrid, you're goin down//

WEEK II

haha. week two's here.
hahahaha
hahahaha

FURKEDUPTYPOGRAPHY//

brainstorm

thumbnails

sketches

roughs

research

concept

visual

draft

precise

crisp

presentation



welcome to the era of amateur design.

ok i just got home.
bottom line is, I got locked out today.

It went like this:
It was around 1.30pm.
after i got home from 2nd n Geary,
Linda came over to Yana's,
so I went over to Yana's too.
Yohan too.

But then I left my keys.
"Good Job!" Sandie would say.

Spent the entire day at Yana's.
damn.. tried to do more thumbnails,
but got tired.
Started on the memoir.
grew tired.

Yanti came back.
we started taking pictures.
crazy photo people.
HAHA. it was awesome.

waited till yohan came back from school.
was so hungry.

tataa

scars are good.

They help us realize that the past is real...

I had my first on campus class today. Phew. It was awesome!

Easy homework, at least for now.

This morning wasn't as cold as any other mornings, but it's so my bad i didn't check the weather b4 going out. I ended up wearing a ski softshell. worst thing was, the sun appeared at noon, and it was very very hot! I sweated my way home.

At home, I tried to do my work, alas! I just realized that I bought a wrong vyco item. (of a different size). So I walked back all the way to school to change it in Utrecht. There, the headache striked me. DANG. Good thing it wasn't so bad. I took a nap and it died off. hahahha... shoo poison shoo!

In the beginning of life when we're infants,
we need others to survive.

At the end of life when we get sick,
we need others to survive.

Here's the secret:
In between, we need others as well.

gue udah eneg cari rumah.
dont give a damn about craigslist ne more
oh God. there is no perfect home.

there's one with HUGE living space, kitchen
but no laundry, no utilities included, no parking,
and it's located in some market place.

there's another with perfect 2-storeys townhome
with laundry in the unit but stupid ass crime neighborhood.

there's another one. cheap rent, everything's good.
but an old building and it's freaking far.
there'r plenty of these buildings.
some cons having a school in downtown.

3 on-campus + 2 online.


I know Im gonna manage 'em good.
We'll see.


"There's no water without the sea,
there's no confidence without being confident."

There was a slight improvement this morning.
I opened my eyes at eight in the morning.
Early, eh? Almost.
There was a buzz, an incoming text message.
Was there?
I didn't bother to check.
So once again, I boarded the train back to Dreamland.

...

Heard some noises.
What the hell was that?
I wasn't in the least of being conscious when I realized it was indeed my phone ringing.
PATRICIA!
Crying Moses, she's already in Union SQ, and will be leaving in an hour.
I squinted.
What time is it actually?
IT'S 10:30!
I ran to the bathroom and had the FASTEST shower of 4 n a half minutes.
Grabbed my cell n wallet and ran down the lobby in exactly 2 minutes.
Told her i'd be there by 15.
GAWRSH. no time for bus nor cablecar.
Got a cab... worth just the fee to meet her here.

so happy i met her.
We pretty much roamed around the area,
she went into Levi's,
spent some time in Victoria's secret,
and had JAMBA!!
then she had to leave. AWW...
I read in her itenerary that she'l have free leisure time for dinner tonight.
BUT she couldn't make it due to her TIC's concern (even after I promised to take her back to the hotel).
BLEAH. whatta waste. could've taken her to BUCCA DI BEPPO.

U G HH H.

TEPPPIIII!! make sure u read this!

ABCDEF

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HIJKLMNO

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QRSTUV

WXY

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I feel
that
there
is a
waterflow
of affection
acting towards me.

LETS SEE.
090206

FEELING:
SICK
BORED
LAZY

3 of a kind.
symptoms of BLUE.
ugh, feel like staying home ALL day today.
online delivery for lunch and dinner will be the best meal.
I shall say i aint in the mood for nothing.
I just want to be manja-ed.

SHOWMESOMELOVE

NEW CELL NO:

415-812 6723

guess what!?

No jetlag! Im suffering zero jetlag. oh man!

The first night,
I slept at 2330hr and woke up at 0800hr. But slept again till 1000.
awesome.

Last night,
I slept at 0245hr due to prolonged chatting and woke up at 1230 hr.
insane!

gotta tell you, it's pretty creepy, me sleeping in till noon.
it's not normal, but who careesss.

warm, warm September
I SWEAT MA WAE TA SKEWL

ECONOMY CLASS SUCKS!
CATHAY PACIFIC IS DETERIORATING!
(aint elaborating. it'd just gonna make me feel even worse.)

Iv never felt so dreadful in my life before.
last night's flight was a nightmare.

ONE LAST WEEK TO LOOK FORWARD TO,

not.

Back to school in 2 weeks.
Gotta be prepared for another round of hectic school days.
At this time, Preparing Progress=zero.
AWWW. shit.
My mind's jumbled.
gotta get it juggled.

BAM!

ke bandung lagi,
ke bandung lagi...

toight toight ride tonoight.

udah ah.
another week in indo.
and a long way back to where the whites and blacks and hispanics shout.

it's this fantasy.

Guess what happened today?
POLICE CASE #01
We were cruising along a three lane street where the foremost left lane serves to a left turn. Christy stayed on the left lane but she wanted to go straight.
When she did, a traffic police dashed in front of us in the middle of the junction and stopped us good. With good, abrupt reflect, christy dropped all her 50,000 rps down.
(those familiar with our city's corruptive police officers will understand. those who aren't, will understand after this.)

OFFICER: Good afternoon ma'am
CHRISTY: yes...?
OFFICER: You do realize you broke the rule of a three lane way, yes?
CHRISTY: Oh no, im so sorry, I didn't know that.
OFFICER: Your license please, and step out of your vehicle.
CHRISTY: Can we settle this matter in peace? (DAMAI YA PAK, DAMAI AJA)
OFFICER: How much are you willing to pay?
CHRISTY: Here, I only have this much (shows purse with 25,000rps to the officer.)
OFFICER: Okay, next time please be careful.

I could really learn to do some bowling.

it stresses me out.

Ensure this summer will never end.

A hope so distant, I to I.
The prolonged dream,
an everlasting fantasy.
You pump this life--flat, random and wild.
Thorns on the outside,
vulnerable beauty.
The sun don't live forever.

It's tearful but true,
my summer of love.

IM IN INDO NOW! yessssss.
coming to singapore on the 10th.
see u guys!

Bittersweet goodbyes to Orlando, NYC, and Anaheim.

Imagine nine days of consecutive theme park visits, complete opening hours, dreadful summer heat, human congestion, and just sandwiches for lunch. We were dead beat...

NINE DAYS. Ghoully, just as Yohan had said, we could've just treat this theme park tour as a pilgrimage.
Intense.

People of my realm, take note of these best rides of the bests:

If you're going to Anaheim Disneyland, go for:
Space Mountain
Indiana Jones
Splash Mountain
The Haunted Mansion

California Disney Adventure:
California Screamin'
Twilight Zone Tower of Terror
Mulholland Madness
Maliboomer
Soarin' California

(Never ever visit this park during summer)Magic Mountain in Santa Clarita:
Tatsu
X
Scream
Batman the Ride

Universal Studios, Orlando + Islands of Adventure, Orlando:
SIMPLY EVERYTHING
and you'd wanna get the Express Lane tickets just for an extra $23, but it's totally worth the whole trip.

Walt Disney World, Orlando
Here, there'r a total of four massive parks (The Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, MGM Studios, EPCOT)- they all have rides in them. Go for all. maybe you'd wanna just get a 3-day park hopper and squeeze Epcot and MGM into 1 day. they have less rides compared to the kingdoms. Try to get on all the rides if possible. learn the FastPass trick. Witness the most breadthtaking firework displays and parades taking place all around the park!
One word to describe my trip: INCREDIBLE.



Im just glad Im home.

HE controls it.
the weather, yes.

for a second, I long for the summer to come.
another, I dread to just be out in the sun.

Im off my way.

see you in June.

IM SO TIRED.

TIRED AND SAD.

BUT HAPPY TOO.

okay. it's over with.

DAVINCI CODE TOMORROW!

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PS: The remaining pages are left uncaptured. They are mostly redundant.

XV CLASSES DOWN:

Photography for GD

Art History Through 15th Century

English Comp. 2

Calligraphy

three...

can you believe it?
The weather's pricking every single line of cell in my brain.
It's night, and Im wearing tanks!
and goddam I have to switch the air condition on to cool the room.
For the first time in SF: air conditioner is back to work!

grrrr. hot weather boils me.

four...

Ever been so tensed?
Ever been so relieved?

I felt both today.

five...

XV is approaching.
I shall start counting down from now.

six...

practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect, so why practice?

don't worry, it's drawn.

Spring Show 2006

Now I realized, that Spring Show is somewhat a goal.
An inspiring fire torch that seem distant at first glance,
but tangible as the weeks started closing in on you.
No matter how tired you are,
how wrecked your room is,
how everything seems topsy-turvy;
your meals are disturbed,
your body clock is messed up,


they just pay off.
your name's a fame.

Some of em:











Browse ALL of them at "Final Fotos" link.

This is great, this is great!

Ive done shooting, I think the results are pretty satisfying.
I wouldn't care for more.
Im tired, restless, and mind-numbed.

I'll post the photographs soon.

haha, you know it's pretty funny to think that someone who would loved to see someone be killed wouldn't like it if someone killed him and see him be killed.

he pulled over,
she moved over.
then they reached over.

_______


come summer come.

Hail, People of the world.
Let me announce that the final draft
i s D O N E.

it's completely furnished,
ready for submission.

mhuahahahhaa
mhuahahahhaa

check out my latest shot on Oneris!



Isn't she a darling?

oneriskin's up.

XIII-XV:
I shal remain momentous
achieving this quest of 4.0

i'll see

They'll see.

rememba' rememba'
da fith 'f novemba'

finally

They were chasing after me.
It was the same hallway.
The hallway at 79 NM, 5th floor,
Academy of Art University.
The classrooms, restrooms, GD office, were in their location,
not a slight change.
BUT it wasn't the GD department.
Instead it was of a maternity-labor wing in some hospital.
Now I remembered. They were chasing after me because I saw a pre-matured borned infant lying on a pool of blood on a humongous-sized toilet in the restroom. (Before, I asked a personnel about the unusual size of the toilet. the response was that the toilet was meant for impregnanted women with huge ass.) I said I was afraid of it-the bloody infant. They were chasing me, with the infant in their hands. There were two infants in total. The elevators won't come for me. The emergency stairway was packed. No matter what, I couldn't escape 5th floor. I kept running.

I ran and ran and ran and woke up.

That was a dream I had last night.

Wandering along Market St, a lady with flimsy white drapes around her paced slowly outside Utopia Cafe. She looked confused and weak, and seemed rather bedazzled. The tangible, striking non metallic mineral on her palm stared at her. They glittered in the afternoon sun. Some had been broken down into pieces. She counted, and counted again, and again. 1, 2, 3, 4, err.. 4, 7, 8, 8, help meThe same recurring number bothered her; she aint a fan of digits, forget about counting. Penniless at the same time, she sat down and begged.

What are these stones? she wondered, and shut her eyes. Unfamiliar bitter scenes appeared in mind. She remembered the profuse needles, the fluid running through her veins, her spine would ache every twenty-two minutes, and there were white figures everywhere, the room itself looked pretty white.She then sang to herself; a melody of Besame Mucho.

A clinging sound interrupted her thought. A quarter fell into her filthy can. She put away the stones and decided not to dispose them. She grabbed the quarter. An old Madame with Spider Lilies came by to her. Yuck! Not those flowers, run! She struggled her feet up and was about to flee when the Madame pulled out a five dollar note.

"Please, take this,"

She said nothing and reached out to the money. But withdrew them back.

"Here," the Madame said again, this time smiling, thrusting the money closer.

She felt safe.
Madame wouldn't hit me with needles and bitter fluids. She hummed the chorus of Besame Mucho and took away the money. At an instant, the stones in her pocket vibrated. Slowly at first, then became stronger, and soon, they were bouncing about within her pocket. They bounced like a maniac and exited from her pocket. The stones flew about them and were glowing. They looked like strobe lights with neon colors. Bewildered, she stared at the Madame, who was grinning by now.

"Those are gems, ma petite," the Madame exclaimed, wide-eyed.

its week twelve, apostles.

Im singing in my rhythm.
It's due the past of May,
true vacation if I may.

f o c u s
f o c u s

I was a victim of a sleepy, obese man in the sardined-packed Bus 38L today.
The man was half asleep.
Yes he was conscious.
At certain intervals though, he would opened his eyes, checked the stop, and dozzed again.

Problem for me was,
he was always leaning to his left;
right where I was sitting.
There wasn't any choice.
The only seat was that.
And I was with grocery bags.
So sit, please.

And he was sleeping throughout the route. He wouldn't get off.
Man, he was heavy!
I was laughing all the way.
Yohan was laughing too.
The passengers were laughing at us.
"HAHA, what an unfortunate journey for em."
Lord knows! He was so pitiful, I wouldn't mind him snoring off beside me.
Yohan said his left arm was so soft, and fleshy.
yes, his obesity prooved it all.





I wandered through my playing cards and would not let her be one of sixteen vestal virgins

I can't believe it's weekend again.
I can't believe I'm skipping summer for home.
I can't believe
I can't believe
I can't believe

I'm going to Cherry Blossoms
again this Sunday. Oh yes, I am.

4 official injuries this week:

2 cuts by a sharp-tip x acto
during bookbinding on Sunday,

1 1-inched cut by a round-tip
x acto during calligraphy today,

1 deep, mysterious scrape
from skateboard's sandpaper today.

Bloody Week.

...And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale...

For the first time,
let me repeat.
erhmm..
FOR THE FIRST TIME
IN 2 OR 3 OR 4 WEEKS
WE HAVE NICE WEATHER
FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK NOW!

no storm
no showers
no fatal wind

shorts, flops and board,
im coming!

i love pho.
yes, pho.
(pfeh) is how you pronounce it.

it's white translucent noodles.
it's vietnamese, soupy,
and it's beefy.
+basils
+lemon
+beansprouts
+jalapeno
+chilli

good news is, ima have it tonight.
TONIGHT.

I feel you near me even when we are apart. Just knowing you are in this world can warm my heart. Friends for life not just a summer or a spring.

Cherry Blossom was awesome (with showers)
met 2 former classmates, Mia and whats-her-name-again?.

summer
summer
I know y
ou're co
ming by

cherry blossom starts today!

something is bothering me.

spring's ending
summer's coming.

oo yes.

Magazines makes us hate ourselves!

It's true. When we look at all the mags full of thin women with large breasts, small waists, and long legs with firm skin, we feel worse about ourselves and our bodies.

We are actually less satisfied with ourselves after looking at mags because the women in there are "perfect," and we don't look exactly like them. We feel fat, ugly, out of shape, and unfashionable.
Who would look at a woman like me, each of us wonders, when there are so many beautiful women like the ones in the mags? Their make up is "perfect," their clothes are "perfect," their skin looks "perfect."

And do you know why?
Because NONE of those images in the mags are real. ALL of them have been digitally changed/improved to airbrush out kin imperfections, wrinkles, and textures and shave a little bit off thighs, arms and waists, all in the name of creating an IMAGE, a false representation, of a "perfect woman."

Rika Putri
2nd Draft
Narrative Storytelling
Mar 31 2006

Teardrops of Heaven

The evening sun had just set, its tangerine color illuminating Baiju’s rice field which spread not more than a thousand square feet. Being the only man who was able to carry on the family’s name, Ghunan Baiju had been cultivating the crops since the day he turned nineteen. For Ghunan, it had always been a routine working in the field. There wasn’t much of an enjoyment aside from watching the seeds grow into crops. Nonetheless, his crops gave constant, remarkable output each year. He had always been proud of it. Stood adjacent to the field was Baiju’s wooden altar which housed the family’s ancestors for the past century. The wood that was once mahogany seemed to be washed out from the rain and moss had started to grow. The altar looked somehow spectacular. Ghunan brushed off the remaining soil on his arms and lead Mumba out of the field. The black male ox trudged beside Ghunan with his back loaded with ropes and a wooden mattock. Having devotion in Buddhism, Ghunan made a stop at the altar and whispered a few prayers.
“Dear ancestors,” he started. “Was I a good farmer in my previous life? I mean, will I never live a city life, have a city job?” He paused, then looked down at his worn pair of canvas shoes which he won at an annual lucky draw held in the village last November. “I can’t let this fate live in me forever!”
The thirty-nine-year-old man sighed and continued his way home, shielding himself from the glaring sun with his gray cotton handkerchief. Mumba let out a low grunt, bobbing his head in a rhythmic left-right flow. For the last five years, Mumba had always been working with the Baijus after his mother, who died a year after he was born. Ghunan glanced over his shoulders. Sultan’s three-storey mansion stood out from afar. Sultan was a rich, powerful man in the village. He was no leader, but everyone would think twice before stepping on his toes. A rumor said that Sultan drowned a thirty-year-old woman just because she turned down his dinner invitation, and another said about him keeping poisonous snakes in his garden. Stories kept aside, Ghunan was having serious trouble under Sultan’s control for the past three years. Every harvest season, Sultan got to keep sixty percent of Ghunan’s grown rice or else he would rage out of control. So, Ghunan agreed on this and soon they made a deal out of it. However, gauging at this season’s output, there would never be enough rice for his family if Sultan were to take most of it. Earlier in the day, when they met, the conversation went like this:
“Anytime you ready, Ghun,” Sultan said with almighty gesture.
“Output’s too little this season. Can’t make it.” Ghunan said, trying hard to sound less offensive.
For a second, their eyes met. Neither of them blinked nor breathed. Ghunan sensed utter disappointment in Sultan’s eyes, which then slowly turned to fury. “You might want to think twice, Ghunan Baiju,” Sultan hissed.

After putting his tools away and making sure Mumba was tucked into his stall, Ghunan entered the house. The tired man suddenly realized that he forgot to fix the front door’s latch again, which had been broken a week ago. Altani would kill me, he thought resentfully. He could smell the fragrance of cooked rice and garlic. There was a sizzling noise coming from the kitchen. Altani was cooking dinner.
“Let’s go to the city!” Ghunan cried out to her.
“Sure,” she said.
“I mean, let’s move to the city, Al,” he corrected.
Altani glared at him. A definite sign for ‘no joke in the house.’
“C’mon Al, it’ll be new. I’ll get a new job, you’ll cook in a new kitchen, Naran can go to a public school.”
“Why?”
This was when Ghunan felt that it was the perfect time to tell his wife about Sultan. He told her.
“What?” she exclaimed, wide-eyed with the narrowest frown Ghunan had ever seen in her.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Naran stood at the kitchen entry, listening to his parents’ conversation. He did not want to move to the city, he had made friends here. What will happen to Jana and Janti and the boys with hundreds of marbles at the playground, if he were to leave?
“Papa, I don’t like the city.”
Ghunan and Altani looked at each other. Altani felt sorry for Ghunan, but at least she and their son had formed a team to reject Ghunan’s city solution. She was not a city fan either. The endless roads, the difficult city names, pollution, car horns, people, ugh, city people are just snobby rich and unfriendly. Forget the respect for us villagers. After all, this was Ghunan’s unlucky fate to have to deal with Sultan. No way he’s dragging her entire life out of here. He ought to have a better solution.

Ghunan rested at the altar after work, thinking about his wife and son disagreeing with him. He picked up three incense sticks and lit them up. “Maybe you guys were right. I wasn’t born to be in the city. But Sultan…” he stopped praying. He just mentioned Sultan’s name. He couldn’t face the fact that he was afraid of Sultan. Was that why he was so desperate of running away from Sultan? Above him, the sun gradually set, creating an eerie gloom in the altar. Ghunan sat down at on the cool, dusty floor. Just then, a dark shadow walked briskly passing the altar. Ghunan peeked. The shadow made a left turn at the corner of the altar.
Sultan walked at a fast pace. His black cloak, which he had worn to cover his features swung from side to side. His heart thudded, not because he was nervous⎯he would never be nervous. He walked too fast⎯he had to be fast. It was dark when he approached the house. Just a swift task and I’m done for the day, he thought. The butter knife he had clenched in his pocket moistened. Sultan was surprise to notice the broken latch on the door. He smiled to himself. Looking around, he found no sign of Ghunan returning home. He must still be busy eating his rice off the crops, he thought bitterly. Sultan brushed his thick gray hair and entered the well-lit house.
Sultan must not have noticed him hiding in Mumba’s stall. Ghunan had figured out that it was Sultan, and quietly tracked him down. He crept in the darkness and stooped low. From the little stall window, he could clearly see Sultan entering his house. Silence then.
For a moment, Sultan felt a slight dizziness being in an unfamiliar building. He found no one around. Perfect, he thought happily to himself. The boy should be somewhere alone in the home. The house, although small, had a weird structure; there was no hall, but a hallway with several doors, each leading to a room. Just then, a woman walked out of the first room on the left. Must be the wife, vulnerable soul, he thought. No. Not her. But she screamed when he saw him. Her two hands cupped over her mouth and she dashed into the hallway. Sultan ran after her, but she had entered into another room and silence fell again.
Trembling, Altani gasped for air. She was horrified to see Sultan in her house. She ran immediately to Naran’s room and locked the door. Her little boy was puzzled, and she was sure he had heard her scream. Looking at his mother who had closed the windows clumsily and now pacing up and down, Naran burst into panic and started sobbing. He clutched Altani’s skirt tightly and whimpered. Altani ushered him into the old wooden cupboard, huge enough to hide the both of them. Now, dark and quiet, Altani listened for Sultan’s attempt to break the door down.
Ghunan was stunned. He wouldn’t want to hear that scream twice. He grabbed his mattock and sprang out of the stall toward the house, which was empty then. He cursed the broken latch and blamed himself upon his unfortunate. Sultan was gone. Ghunan hurried in and checked every single room. The kitchen door was left open and the windows were wide open. He was about to check if Sultan had climbed out from the window when another scream tore off. It seemed distant. Ghunan ran to the last door, but it was locked.
“Shit! Altani!” He forcefully shook the doorknob several times and pounded at the door. “Altani!” he was shouting now. There was no response and Ghunan felt his brain squeezing in him. He was suddenly sweating even more. He stepped back and swung his mattock toward the brass knob. It worked! The door flew open. To his outrage, Sultan was now seizing his wife and son with a shiny weapon against Altani’s throat. Naran was wailing and screamed hysterically when he saw Ghunan. Altani was wide-eyed with terror, crying out to her husband for help.
“You’re miserable now, Ghun. You’ll be alone now. Just like me. Yes, alone and sad!” Sultan exclaimed. His face flushed with aggression and was breathing heavily. It felt as if the oxygen in the room had been vacuumed and Sultan felt an extreme pain stabbing his heart. His grasp loosened and he could feel the woman and boy breaking free. His knees weakened and there was a sudden blackout.
Traumatized badly by the incident, Ghunan was speechless. At least Altani and Naran were by Ghunan’s side now. He was relieved they weren’t going to leave him in an ugly way that soon. They huddled together and Altani was still trembling. It all happened so fast that Ghunan wished all of it was just a bad dream, and he would wake up soon. In front of them, Sultan had collapsed, his big heavy body occupying the room. Ghunan couldn’t tell whether Sultan just passed out or away. All of them leaped out the room and Ghunan called the village chief, who called the hospital. Soon, appalled from the news, the village chief and other villagers crowded around, and an ambulance arrived.
Between the commotions, Ghunan managed to tell the village chief everything from Sultan’s extortion to his bad crops to Sultan’s break-in and threatens, until the paramedics interrupted them that Sultan had just suffered from a sudden heart attack. But he wasn’t dead.
Unless Sultan died in that heart attack, Altani knew she was no longer safe living in the village anymore. After recovering from the hospital, Sultan was going to return home and what? Kill them all? Then a thought came to her mind.
Ghunan was so thrilled Altani had decided to move to the city. He could see the desperation in her. That was three days after. But the very morning after the incident, Ghunan had visited Sultan at the community hospital just outside the border of their village. Ghunan wanted to see if Sultan had realized his mistakes in life. Of course this was unlikely to happen, but Ghunan thought of it as prudent for the welfare of other villagers. To his surprise, Sultan apologized!
“I could’ve died…” he wheezed. He looked so vulnerable on the hospital bed. He wore a pale blue hospital gown and his gray hair was messed up from laying down.
“Gee Sul, you’ll die eventually. But if you’d just be nicer to everyone⎯anyone, even to yourself, you’ll die feeling good.” Ghunan sat on the straw chair next to him.
Sultan stirred, fiddling with the clean white bed sheets. He blinked, suddenly tearful. “I can’t…” he sniffed, “…I d-d…I don’t think so. Everyone hates me. You hate me,” he said. He was in between sobs now.
“C’mon Sul.”
“I’m the village legend. Evil legend I must say. Can’t change that.”
“Then give them a chance. Start with me,” Ghunan said, clearing his throat. “My crops,” Ghunan started, his eyes fixed on Sultan’s. “Take care of them for me, for I won’t be around anymore when you return. Harvest them good, Sul. They have feelings too.”
Sultan eyed Ghunan curiously. He too wanted to flip everything into a better state. The fact that he almost died last night was a sign⎯a significant chance for him to erase away all vicious plans, and start restructuring his characteristics from scratch. There was nothing difficult about that was there? Where is Ghunan going? He did not feel like asking. He knew it was his fault he’s leaving. Maybe it’s for the best. He’d love to wish him best regards upon his new journey. Sure, he would take over Ghunan’s crops. Nothing difficult. Already, he made plans to apologizing to every single member of the village. He would practice smiling warmly in front of the mirror. Still, it seemed simple. For the first time, he felt good. His heart started to beat steadily, and his hands were no longer numb. He shut his eyes.
“Okay,” he said, giving Ghunan the best smile ever.

hey peeps, new skin's up.
it's V A S T .
depicts so much about my life now.

went on a coast-trail hike with Terry n Yohan.
It was up in Point Reyes.
oh man, it was one hell of a fun.
it was tired, of course.
that's considered hell too.
but you will

n e v e r

imagine how beautiful it is (or it might be)
Alamere Falls is.
i mean, it's there, in front of you.
you see it.
you geta see it,
after all the hard walk,
the never ending 7.5 miles of pacing.

pictures up.
enjoy (:

ITS DAYLIGHT SAVING TOMORROW!

whoohoo hoo
celebrate, people.

what are
the seven
wonders of
the world? I'm lost...

new edition::
Sunday activities

Blinked at 10:30
Leftover pizza at 10:45
The Sims2 till 12:30
Juicy Bath at 13:00
Cartrain F at 13:45
ink purchase at Compusa 14:00
Walgreens walkthrough at 14:20
Ross Dress For Less at 14:45
pillows, rugs, and everything else.
Cartrain F home at 15:10
Noah's Bagels for two bagels at 15:20

home.

approaching PART II
post spring break 03/27-05/20

June come June

i hate to say this, but let's just face it.

SPRINGBREAK
ISALMOST
OVERSCHOOL
ISSTARTING.

phew.

so that's that.

Disneyland was awesome.
there'r 2 parks,
got on rides, not all the rides.
cos it was fumed WITH people,
and we only came up with fastpass
toward the end of the day,
when our feet were already stabbed with
excessive stings and wobbling knees
toward downtown disney.

we missed the fireworks display.
so what?
fireworks are always the same.
boring stuff.

but here's the best,
the seven hours to and fro.
that's the most gambling part
of the journey...

met Ferry, but not steffi.
she's too bz and stuff for the midterm.
but's'okay.
summer's coming,
roadtrips' returning!

It's SPRING break!

i fed the birds yesterday.
89% completion of homework today.
Driving down to south california tomorrow.


UUUAAAAWWWHHHOOOOO!

Happy Birthday Rika!

one week to midterm,
two to springbreak.

its been raining these days.
so gloomy and all.

yohan lost his keys.
unfortunate.

Im full...

Oh my God!
we went on a spontaneous hike up Mt Diablo this afternoon.
It was really r e a l l y c o o o o l l l
but whats best was, we were on a country side.
so, there was lots and lots of barnyards and farms,
and cows and horses, and trails.

sweet.

New skin on the blog!
well, fellow mortals,
its March.

March, a good month to start a new year.
oh well, at least, for me.

my birthday's around the corner.
im low on my expectations,
so, no kick ass parties.
just a silent ritual...
so this is my first birthday in another continent,
far away from my folks.

I got my license!
ya a

No kidding.

Yohan and I attended a book talk by Maile Meloy tonight.
it was about her 2nd novel: A family Daughter
She looked rather aged, but still beautiful.
She's really nice, softspoken and shy in a good way.
Her novels so far so good. Concise comprehendable sentences.
Good concrete descriptions...
Most important thing is that she uses the third person style of writing,
isn that wonderful? anyway, I bought the novel and got her signed.
Thanks to Susan, my teacher. if it wasnt for her assignment which is due May,
I wont attend any booktalk to focus on literary writing or some sort.
so yea, good experience, I shall say.

Tonight is cold.
its been cold these past days.

Guess what!
I'll have my practical driving test tomorrow afternoon!
then an official license will be handed into my possession!
CRUCIAL!

confession time!

ok, so far this is my foremost busiest weekend.
aside from homework and the crazy 72 photoshoot,
I completed my driving lesson.
and by the way yohan had already got his license.
still an intermittent of course but already able to rent a car.
which we actually did yesterday.
but got a ticket this morning, why because we thought president's day is a federal holiday which in turn is not.
stupid fact that we have to pay the parking meter on a holiday.

First thing first,
Feliz Valentino to all.
once again to remind everyone that Valentine is a dog's name.
haha. ok im being such jerk.
anyway. have a lovely night y'all.
be loving.

singles out there,
don't worry.
it doesnt really matter whether you have a valentine or not.
cos its the same thing.

cheerios!

Teardrops of Heaven

The evening sun had set, it's tangerine color luminated the vast rice field just next to the Baiju's wooden family altar. Ghunan made a stop at the altar just on his way home and whispered a few prayers.

"Dear ancestors," he started, "thank you for giving me this life that I had, for feeding the three of us mortals the food that we earned..." Ghunan paused, looked down at his worn off pair of canvas shoes which he won at an annual lucky draw held at his village community last November. He then thought about his wife and son who were expecting him to be home any minute.

"...and whatever future you give my family, I trust you in this, I hope we will be happy and grateful to you."



so, that's my first few sentences for the opening of my first draft short story; Teardrops of Heaven.

stay tune to catch up with the rest of the story.

All set for the second week.
so far so smooth,
no complication.

Dear page,
you're done clean and new.
you're welcome.

I need a hot bath now.

adios

For the love of God,
I passed my driving test today.
They gave me a temp. license.



YYEEEESSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!

We applied for CA driving license
and failed the first written test.

good luck monday.

Sushi Rika was delicious.
It wasn't for the fact that the bar was named after me,
but believe me... the menu was exhilarating!
There was the Spider Roll(s.s crab)
which looks merely like a spider but taste so fine.
Yohan ordered Dynamite.
This one has lots of yummy stuff in there.
Ungai, salmon, avocado, roe.
Alan ordered Dragon Roll, this one almost represent a dragon form
with the unagi on top and ebi within.
Sooo Good!
Vanessa ordered 2 orders of Hopping California Rolls
and 1 Fried Ebi Roll.
This one's deep fried. Don't ask.
They were as stabbing as the rest.

Im proud of myself.
mhuahaha.

Happy Birthday Sayangku

you're twenty four this year
getting old aja ya. hehehee

look out for surprises from
me.

Its the re-opening of a new school season!
Im so thrilled. Especially the part where I have to pursue an online course.
In fact, Iv already started on the online thang on Art History this morning and it was AWESOME!
I couldn't believe that technology has taken our breadths away.
How fun.

ANWS. Had most of the plans ruined today,
We're supposed to go to DMV to register for driving license,
but it started pouring once we got outside.
The weather forecast in my dashboard's telling the truth.
Oh bummer.
It took the rain 3 hours to get the sun shining again.
It was then 4pm.
We decided to get to Maywah for groceries instead.
But when we were on board the bus,
we felt somehow unsure whether the store was still open.
So, we decided to board down and had dinner @ Rika's Sushi instead.
Too bad we got lost at Bush (cos we kinda went that way which we supposed to go this way).
Guess where we ended up at? Borobudur. an always happy restaurant! yay!
Guess what caused all these mess?
THE STUPID RAIN!

What do Graphic Designers do?

Concept development. Commu-
nication design. Corporate Ide-
ntity. Branding strategy.Package
design. Information design. Me-
ssage creation. Music CDs. Mov
ie posters. Fashion branding.
Website design & development
Motion graphics for broadcast.
Advertising design. Brand devel-
opment. Retail identity. Environ
mental design. Interactive desi-
gn. E-business development. D
esign for social causes. Form d
esign. Business solutions. Idea-
generation. Exhibit graphics. Bo
ok design. Product positioning.
Print and editorial design. Muse
um posters. Theatre tickets. Sho
pping bag design. Educational d
esign. Infotainment design. Bill-
boards. Annual reports. T-Shirt
design. Business communication.
Icon development. Decode mes-
sages. Speak to audiences. Deve
lope original ideas. Work for clie
nts. Reach audiences. Design for
real people. Create understandin
g. Embrace clarity. Use ambiguity.
Embrace humor. Revere excellen
ce. Develop and nurture a passio
n to compel and communicate. B
ig ideas. Use art. Love of craft. D
edication to detail. See the glass
as half full. Simplify the complex.
Think in different ways. Learn old
ideas, create new ways of thinkin
g about them. Love the process.

(Grphc Desgnrs r problm solvers)

-RK

moving day tomorrow. yesssss...
Got the credits approved and elevators saved!

I had my ESL test earlier today at the Academy.
Man, it was nothing compared to the accuplacer test held by AI.
So registration's today, and Im assigned to 4 courses which the 2 of em are liberal subjects.
imagine this: Art History of the 16th Century, Art History of the 19th century & Graphic Design History,
DAEEMMMNNN. OO Im so looking forward to those.
Jesus Christ.

I miss my fwenss

Hey Bloggie, Guess WHAT!

I drove my first time in San Francisco this afternoon.
Well, actually in Treasure Island across SF.
It turned out to be a boring "after-brunch"
So, we kinda checked out the rented car, a JEEP Grand Cherokkee.
It was a matic of course but who cares.
Even Yana, and her Sister, Yanti took a drive too.
It was fun. We drove around Treasure Island and I was a little surprised to find out about
the neighborhood there.

So anyway, we have checked out from Super 8 Motel this morning
and stayed over in Suka's place for another 2 nights.
We're supposed to move in tomorrow into our new apartment actually,
but because of our chinese belief that Tuesday is a bad day to move in to a new home,
so, Wednesday it is then.
Oh yea, I almost forgot to share with you a brief description of our new apartment.
So apparently, we decided to sign a contract with Rincon Towers.
I shall say that Rincon Towers has got the fabulous view of Embarcadero and Bay Bridge.
So, It's close to the sea. and the SF Harborfront center too.
Although it's 4 blocks away from the Academy, it's worth walking.(no uphills for sure)
We're living the life in the Financial District!
It's finally peace in me; no Fire Trucks, no Gembels, low Pigeons.
so we're good- at least for now.
and for the record,
Yana and Yanti got a one bedroom in the East Tower
and we got a studio in the West Tower.
NEAT HUH!

Monday

1440 flight to Hong Kong
2345 flight to San Francisco

Monday

1930 Arrival at San Francisco

YAHOO! Im finally in the best-climate country in the world.
Im at the apple store again, blogging
It's just like the song- "Back at One"
We're now doing apartment hunting again, just like the old days.
But this time we get to rent a car-so it's faster.
There's this apartment, Aurora down by Harrison and Fourth.
It's a pretty one bedroom with huge bathroom and a spacious kitchen.
Then there's St Francis place, just behind Yerba Buena.
This is an amazing place-it's got swimming pool and jacuzzi, fitness center and all other
goodmood sh*ts. but it's hella expensive, unless u wanna share a 2-storey townhouse.
There's also Bayside village by South Beach. This is breathtaking.
Aside from the close view of Bay Bridge, it's got 3 heated pool.
But forget about it, it's pricey too.
Then there's a few lofts...
I really love em, really want em.
But really rare.

damn, we're so having a hard time.

time to go home now...

bye.