The Week

7th June 2010

This is the day all the struggling for that stupid psycho and sociology would be shown. Either by a good chance of not getting an U or a bad chance of getting an U. The day started like any other insomniac day i had in this last weeks. I slept very late, woke very early. and the fact that i found out that im not in the criteria of gifted children, might suffer from mania and dyslexia did not made my day brighter. 

I slept in the car like always and woke up in surprise when my dream were becoming more bizarre: my hair turned into mayonnaise with green things. I woke up saying "i want to puke" yeah and thats were it all started: the acid in my stomach plays crazy.

In the sociology exam were i just happened to open the book 2 and half hours ago, i found myself writing the centre number all wrong: EG099, where 099 suppose to be my old centre number in Indonesia (ID099). I didnt change it cause i couldnt find whats wrong with that until late in the evening.

2 hours before the psycho exam i had the chance to start reading about education. Fyi, in AL you shouldve at least do the syllabus in one year. i couldnt do it in 2 hours, OF COURSE NOT! 

But i couldnt rest my mind by thinking i totally deserted the education part, so at least i read some shit about it and revise schizophrenia and abnormal affect. And found out once again that im a good candidate for schizophrenia. Nice life. and the acid in my stomach couldnt stay in its place, i almost vomit but didn't because i just couldnt stand to explain people what was the matter with me.

Anyway, the shit part of somatoform disorder (the easiest therefore i skipped it) came and i couldnt answer so stupidly i did the diagnosing mental disorder which i totally hate and prayed that it wont come. Then i answer stuff about anxiety disorder because everything else that i learned never came. IRONIC. 

8th June

In the morning i got shouted by that random old bitchwitch.

"Are you arinda?"

"yes"

"Of course you are Arinda! Are you aware what youve done?"

"hmm no"

"Whats your ID number?" 

"1345"

"ah 1345 but yesterday it wasnt 1345"

"hah? yes it was"

"no! you write a totally different number,"

"how come? I dont remember"

"Thats what i wanna ask you! i almost wrote you absent! if my partner hadnt read your name! you wouldnt be able to get your grades,"

"Wow, i just remember writing the centre number wrong"

"just your centre number?!"

"yeah"

"You like to make up things, huh?!"

Miss this is an exam which i willingly risk years in prison if commit arson would actually stop it. I dont joke for an exam that had almost drain my brain and replace my kidney. I just dont joke. 

another reason why im sure i have dyscalculia or dyslexia. And i might suffer from hyperactive stomach acid.

9th June

very random, i forget about that day except i spent most of the day in front of simek and fell asleep whenever i feel my stomach is kicking me to hell.

10th June

Ah its yesterday! I had my farewell with Miss Samah my favorite german teacher whom i think loves me too and Miss Amal my principle who told me i was her favorite student. But of course they love me! Im a foreigner dammit not an Egyptian. The stomach acid thing got worst.

In the night i went randomly out with Auli, Yudi and Ka Aiman (the one that you can click in my 'escapes' links). I almost forget that boys are humans to except for their little birdie part that makes them a monster. kidding. I mean i spent 10 months believing that you can get pregnant by just looking at your opposite sex. So a random night out with 3 guys is kinda weird. 

The moral of that day was that i was not born to fit the high standard of any 'famous' society. I was born very decent and i will stay that way. Im mentally and physically not ready.

So i dont think AP would ever fall in love with me or the dream of meeting Vino G :'(

11th June

LAST EXAM! HOORAY! except that bad stomach tension, it went pretty well.

and i had to bring a book to the stage in the Cairo Opera. The procedure was me bringing a 2.5 kg heavy book to a random man and disappear. I wore an Aceh Sawerma Pants Traditional Clothes That Makes Me Looked More Shorter. 

I just realized i miss the adrenaline of performing on the stage :( and get applauded and the struggle to become as perfect as possible and THE AFTER PARTY! but hey! i so untalented i dont even belong to the audience. 

Then it hit me that i might miss Cairo (i know2 once again)

For just a few reasons like Bunga, Pinkan, Karina, Fully, Auli, Yudi, others that make me actually feel welcomed et al 

the et al was just some random typos lol 

And tomorrow is the 11th right?

Times so fast! Why do you have to hurry when i want it slower. Stupid time!

I wish i was Priscilla Ahn,

Arinda