~ [ l.e j.o.u.r.n.a.l d.e ][ .monica. ] ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

right now baru pulang dari bahia. hehe.

btw i just realized, since im totally addicted to the song i write sins not tragedies, i was watchign the videoclip again yesterady, and hey, the groom dude is hot. heheh random bgt.

currently reporting from sao paulo, i have the appeareances of an irian having had a holiday in sahara desert wearing only a bikini and a koteka (loh kok transexual?)

gw lagi baca ready or not by meg cabot.

during the minicamp, i just finished to kill a mockingbird. AWESOME BOOK LOVED IT SOOOOOO MUCH. currently loooking for oliver twist and bram stoker´s dracula. heheh

again. happy new year. have an awesome holiday everyone.

btw, cowok disini banyak yg cakep tash hahahaha

ps: i watched the eragon movie last month, the book is a million times better. DAMN THE MOVIE!!

Click to Play!

uhh.. KAWAII

i am currently obsessed with eragon. except that i'm not exactly obsessed with the character himself, instead, with his oh-so-dashing brother in the movie !!

- cough cough hack -

i just received info about the 'eragon'book being made into a movie. then being the rabid fan girl i am, i immediately looked at the trailer.

plus i found a gigantic movie poster of it ( even if it's world wide release was still on december 15th) in singapore. but i was forbidden and restrained from buying it, due to the difficulties we would have had to go through carrying it to jaks.

then, i started searching for his pics on the internet.

and i saw that amanda was online, immediately, i was going to inform her of my new obsession!!

i was about to go, "AMANDA HAVE YOU SEEN THE ERAGON TRAILER? MURTAGH IS HOT!!"

then i saw her dp was already murtagh. damn her and telepathy.

then we went on to create a story, called, "murtagh muntah"

heheh. for those who know the meaning of the story, do also know the reason why it is titled so.

another comic it is.

another crazy comic plots it also is.

AND I AM FUCKING BORED TODAY.

ps: murtagh is still hot. whatever. except the time he played in troy, eww... reality shock.

just a quick entry.

my icon gallery, as i've said, an addiction.

*bows to tash-ler* heil tashler! the role model!!

[ http://pics.livejournal.com/bitteramaryllis/gallery/00001c3e ]

:p

more coming. no, i am TERRIBLE at this stuff.

open to criticism. high-risk.

love,
amaryllia

have a happy damned short holiday people.

make the best of it man. the best of it.

HALO HALO HALO PEOPLE!!!

minal aidin wal faidzin (inform me of any mispelling ya ppl gw g bs bhs arab lah) bagi yang merayakan. bagi yang engga' juga.

sekalian minta2 maaf (dan minta duit juga dalam bentuk ang pao) pada semua orang yang kenal this average ordinary mutant sane psycho super panda goddess. sayangnya chinese new year masih jauh lah. so can not lah.

huh. iya gw abis balik dari Singapura/Singapore/Sin Jia Po/whatever it is in other languages

sik' asik' asik beli another 'how to draw mangas'. this time gw beli edisi ttg bishoujou. padahal more likely gw lebih butuh tips dalam drawing male character, or in the manga official language, the M.O.E. (wtf?), shoujo. benar tak? (mistakes in this entry will hopefully be fixed on the next entry. in other words, ntar gw ralat ya)

gw tadi liat replay dimana episode oprah meng-interview jon the singer of bon jovi. ternyata itu orang cakep ya for a guy in his fifties. and now i'm in love with their ';have a nice day'.

gw juga lagi gila icon. semua film bagus yg gw tonton (anime of course) gw bikin iconnya saking bosen/iseng. *strangles tash-ler* damn you for introducing me to the ideas of icon. *glomps tash-ler* thanks anyway.

gw lagi tergila2 dengan smua film-nya Ghibli Studio. especially Hayao Miyazaki punya, the Japanese Walt Disney, malah kalo gw sendiri yang bilang as a die-hard anime fans, gw lebih suka Hayao Miyazaki, sayangnya dia tak buat musicals. But he's still awesome lah.

Tapi sayangnya currently gw nonton banyak juga belom, Ghibli dan H.M. sndiri.

a few on my list:
+ Howl's moving Castle [ definite must watch for Miyazaki-san's fans. cowok cakep alert bagi pecinta cowo anime cakep. a bit confusing but outstanding ]
+ Spirited Away [ another must watch!! touching and enchanting. the japanese equivalent of disney movies, and even on higher standards if you ask me ]
+ kiki's delivery service [ for all ages. cowo'nya jelek. tapi alur cerita sama inti ceritanya bagus. a fairy tale with a morale sewn into the plot ]
+ Princess Mononoke [ beautiful and touching with a lot of unique characters and a complicated plot. heavy themes and bleeding, most likely to be PG13 ]
+ Whisper of the Heart [ ceritanya simplistic, a romance spiced with art. humorous and warm-hearted. another happy ending. unique details and charas ]
+ Nausicaa: valley of wind [ plot-nya original. a movie environmentalists would like.original graphics. touching. menyadarkan atas keadaan bumi nanti ]
+ Grave of the Fireflies [ buat yang gampang nangis, siapin ember. sedih bgt, the ww2 from japan's point of view.menyentuh, classic. tidak happy ending ]
+ (TV SERIES) future boy cona [ waktu gw pertama kali ngeliat ini, gw shock begitu tau kalo ini ghibli punya. ternyata plotnya bagus, grafik kurang tp ]


kayaknya that's all deh. sejujurnya. semuanya gw reccommend, apalagi kalo loe anime fans. ada yang mau pinjam? g dijamin keasliannya yaw.. terbatas hanya untuk orang2 yang tinggal di jakarta dan kenal saya. teman dari R.O. juga tak 'pa 'pa. hehe hubungi saya di nomer hape. makanya hanya untuk yg kenal, karena yang tak kenal tak akan tahu nomer hape A.O.M.S.P.S.P.G. ini.

back to ghibli movies/tv series, kalo gw kasih rating overall, ghibli movies itu semuanya high standard in both graphics and plot. tapi mungkin labih strong di bagian plotnya deh, semuanya pasti menyentuh dalem, dan unforgettable. dan gw orangnya tak pernah bohong, kecuali soal pe-er.

waduh sejak kapan gw jadi kritikus film.

eh ngomong2 gw abis nonton oliver twist. yang versi terbaru.

ada satu flaw di film itu. cowok2 maling yang tinggal di slums ga bakal ada yang seganteng itu. bener g?

gw: mam ini bukannya ceritanya sedih gitu?
nyokap gw: tapi kan pasti bagus aksennya inggris!!

bah.

trus pas di singapore gw di satu disk store, ketemu original VCD set-nya Go Ong alias princess hours, hatiku yang berdetak seperti biasanya ini langsung deg degan, trus gw ngeliat tulisan kecil jahanam di ujung cover blakang sang kotak VCD yang bertuliskan "language: korean" sama "subtitle: mandarin"

kalo gw beli itu, mendingan gw gantung diri. atau panggil lao shi tiap kali gw nonton biar diartikan. huhuhu...

tapi berarti Go Ong lmayan terkenal di Sing. gw ngeliat CD SOUNDTRACKNYA di one of the top 10 CDs lhoo...

itu lho. Go Ong itu satu2nya serial korea yang gw sudi nonton krn ada komiknya; dan di komiknya karakter cowok utamanya CAKEP CAKEP CAKEP bgt. the demonic type yang kayak Kougaiji dr saiyuki yg ganteng itu tapi versi human dan lebih cakep lagi. prince juga lhoo...

sayang wis' married (ini karakter komik lhoo)

wekekeke... lho.. waduh padahal akhir2 ini gw g baca rave, kenapa gw bisa kena ruby-syndrome (ruby adalah karakter pinguin(?) yang setiap sentence di'adorn' dgn kata 'lho')??!!!

eh gw beli item panda kira2 5 lho. satu stiker set. satu stuffed stiker set. dua boneka magnet. satu bookmark.

saya belum merasa fans panda. tapi okelah. tapi ada sacrificenya, karena boneka magnet (b.m.) panda gw merk-nya NICI, mahal. jadi kata nyokap gw kalo gw mo beli dua gw harus bikinin adek gw ( yang akhir akhir ini menjuluki dirinya sendiri B.S.K. alias bebek super kecil, tapi gw pikir lebih cocok B.S.K.K.P.Y.J atau bebek super kecil kecuali perutnya yang jemblung) kartu invitations pesta ultah bertema halloweenya dya.

okelah, gw bisa gambar dan dapet panda. huhuhu. awas kau, salahmu telah entrust the A.O.M.S.P.S.P.G. dgn your card design. (kalo g tau apa itu A.O.M.S.P.S.P.G. silahkan lihat the details above )

kalo turn out gw pembuat kartu yang berbakat, gw jualan kartu deh. trus bikin store by the cunning A.O.M.S.P.S.P.G. lah yaw!

haru tepok tangan untuk org keren ini. alias sang panda keren, walaupun ade gw yg brengsek berani2nya namain gw bebek agak besar. KAN JADINYA B.A.B.!! mirip buang air besar gitu. HUH!

eh i just found out kenapa graphics di future boy CONAN tak sebagus yang lain. series itu dibikin tahun 1978. damn, and i thought ANIMAX broadcasting CCS was ancient.

i was reading Princess Diaries yang ketujuh. and now i have a throbbing head ache, a sore throat, a blocked nose and a blocked writer's mind, also known as a writer's block + sore throat + flu + headache = not feeling well + moodswings

btw, ini gw kopiin something very interesting from a bulletin on friendster about a month ago. lucu bin goblok bin gokil. enjoy.




Message: A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam (Age
28 )
was
having trouble with one of her students the
teacher asked,"Boy what is your problem?"

Boy. answered, "I'm too smart for the
first-grade.My sister is in the third-grade and
I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in
the third-grade too!"

Ms Neelam had enough. She took boy to the
principal's office.

While boy waited in the outer office, the
teacher explained to the principal what the
situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam
he
would give the boy a test and if he failed to
answer any of his questions he was to go
back
to the first-grade and behave.She agreed.

Boy was brought in and the conditions were
explained to him and he agreed to take the
test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Boy.: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Boy.: "36".

And so it went with every question the
principal thought a third-grade should know.
The principal looks at Ms Neelam and tells
her,
"I think boy can go to the third-grade."

Ms Neelam says to the principal, "I have
some
of my own questions. Can I ask him ?" The
principal and boy, both agree.

Ms Neelam asks, "What does a cow have four
of that I have only two of?

Boy... after a moment "Legs."


Ms Nee lam: "What is in your pants that you
have but I do not have?"

Boy.: "Pockets."


Ms Neelam: What starts with a C and ends
with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains
thin whitish liquid?

Boy.: Coconut


Ms Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then
comes
out soft And sticky?

The principal's eyes open really wide and
before
he could stop the answer, Boy. was taking
charge.

Boy.: Bubblegum


Ms Neelam: What does a man do standing
up,
a woman does sitting down and a dog does
on
three legs?

The principal's eyes open really wide and
before he could stop the answer...

Boy.: Shake hands


Ms Neelam: Now I will ask some "Who am I"
sort of questions, okay?

Boy.: Yep.


Ms Neelam: You stick your poles inside me.
You
tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you
do.

Boy.: Tent


Ms Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle
with
me when you're bored. The best man always
has me first.


The Principal was looking restless, a bit
tense
and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.


Boy.: Wedding Ring


Ms Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I'm
not
well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.

Boy.: Nose


Ms Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip
penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Boy.: Arrow


Ms Neelam: What word starts with an 'F' and
ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and
excitement?

Boy.: Firetruck


Ms Neelam: What word starts with an 'F' and
ends in 'K' & if u dont get it u have to use ur
hand.

Boy.: Fork


Ms Neelam: What is it that all men have one
of
it's longer on some men than on others, the
pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his
wife after they're married?

Boy.: Surname


Ms Neelam: What part of the man has no
bone
but has muscles, has lots of veins, like
pumping, & is responsible for making love?

Boy.: Heart

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and
said
to the teacher:
"Send this boy to College, even I got the last ten
questions wrong !"





credits to whoever made that. you are a genius sir/ma'am, a genius indeed.

ada nggak yang tahu sapa yang main dodger di oliver twist versi terbaru? for some weird reasons menurut gw dy ganteng, walaupun mungkin enggak.

dammit i need to get my eyes checked. i can't even see the board nowadays.

i'm in love with the speaking style in oliver twist. and even the guide to singlish doesn't beat the lovely literary way of speech written there.

but the guide to singlish (singaporean english) is hilarious mon chére, another semi-genius must have made that masterpiece.

new record: i didn't go to orchard in the whole 5 days i spent in singapore. instead i went to places i didn't normally go to.

for example, i went to a TEMPLE. yes people, a temple. instead of finding it boring, i found it incredibly beautiful for a temple, vibrantly decorated and so eloquent in style. a masterpiece as a structure. i doubt it was a tourist attraction but then again i didn't come there for any pleasurable purposes.i came to visit the ashes of my long decayed great granmother from my father's mother's side, who i undoubtedly do not know.

plus i overcame my fear of height *cough cough* by going on the cablecar to sentosa there and back, and riding the amusing carlsberg tower attraction. fun fun. kelihatan sumatra dari sana.

sayangnya, due to the damned forest fire from sumatra, singapore's been VERY VERY HAZY. i couldn't even see far from the terrace of my hotel room, and believe me, it was on the 56th floor.

nope didn't stay anywhere near orchard either.

damnation. O_O got another sketchbook.

*sniffles* i still have a head ache. plus a writer's block.

but i'm hoping to finish chapter two (from my summer deadline) of R.M.L.W. by the end of this week, and hopefully before friday so i can get it edited and uploaded before monday.

:) god bless all. love y'all.

have a happy holiday. and a damned short one i tell you. a damned short one.

glomps and love,
the A.O.M.S.P.S.P.G. amaryllis

yes, that's my hw. draw your favorite scene from a short story.

it's from frank stockton's discourager of hesitancy XD

colored in with water color,but i liked the sketch betta'



for tasha XD

and for her marvellous writings!

[ from her fanfic :p chocolate ]

MUCH LOVE,

the moncibah with so little time, i must bid farewell!

love y'all

*darn french song ruining my brain*

btw tash, inget gax tuh?

maap, ntar deh gw terusin ttg week-end <3

lots of glomps,
monidududZ yg besok first period ASIAN STUDIES *curses solemnly* test T_T

sekarang saya sedang les perancis.

iyah. malem2, canggih yah. tapi otak saya lebih kreatip dan pintar kalo malem2, sampe sampe ma nyokap saya, saya dijulukin kalong.

gw jd inget satu konversasi.

gw kan bgadang trus pas liburan, nyokap gw gini.

nyokap: eh mon, kamu tidur jgn malem2
gw: kan g mau waste liburan mami
nyokap: bah. waste your time tauk, tapi nggak pa pa sih kalo g mau tidur.
gw: ?!!!
nyokap: kalo mo jaga rumah biar mami g usah bayar org...
gw: *gubraks*

hueh.

oiyah.

pas jum'at malem, gw yg keren ini sosoknya menghiasi disney lantern sialan. ho'oh, cuma KERTAS SAMA LAMPU.

asik. g bgt deh.

i mean, plis deh, MACETNYA KAYAK ADA DINOSAURUS IDUP LAGI DIPAJANG DALEM KANDANG DI GELORA SENAYAN.

tapi kalo ada panda juga gw jabanin dah.

yang ada cuma patung miki mos dgn kebaya. HUAHAHAHAHAH.

eh salah ya?

yeah, trus pas mo pulang. satu jam kita nunggu di trotoar

and my driver parkir aja kagak, muter belom sekali.

jadi bener2 sekali muter dan gw nunggu satu jam. alias dy muter cuma dua jam

yes guys, CUMA dua jam.

XD

ud nunggu di luar sejam kayak jablai tuch.. untung kita g pake bikini.

g kayak bakalan pake bikini anywhere sih.

tapi ada g ya, yg pake bikini k gelora senayan malem2?

sapa tauk ajah *kna lemparan spatu for being anak terlemot di jagat raya*

ukh.

trus sleepover.

with the usual sleepover people, moi, nandra, caren et mischa.

busyet dach,smuanya lebih tinggi *merasa kuntet*

jadi pas waktu itu gw dikatain "anak cebol kurang ajar" sama seseorang *death glare* *batuk batuk, awas kau*

mungkin org itu bener * sees the person smile gloriously*

ga ding, mati aja kau sana.

yeah. anyway..

trus sayangnya kita g sempet goreng telor jem 3 lagih, krn kita tidur jem 2.

for once in a lifetime of sleepovers, gw ngantuk duluan, and guys, trust me, itu rare bgt

HUAHAHAHA.

hmm.... anyway.

besoknya, alias kmaren, kita k PIM

sampe2 lgsg menuju k krispy kreme, dan selagi jem 11, MASIH SEPI..

cihuy(apaan sih?).

dan mumpung saya lg ngantuk, dan besok first period ad french test *nangis darah*

saya yg aneh ini harus menyudahi entry ini.

entry ini akan dilanjutkan besok.

panda keren melaporkan dari rumah, terima kasih, samapi jumpa lagi di monica tv besok. hahahaha.

glomps,
monidududz

ahh!! I'M BACK!!

with the load of HW, i would've thought i myself had abandoned all hopes of updating even ONE LINE *evil laff*

O_O btw, i don't have any classes with my special someone *cough*

je pense il a 'block' moi en msn messenger parce que mon msn est tres annoyeux O_O like my msn keeps on sending weird things. i shall choke gabriel once i see him in december, damn him and the virus he sent!!

ahhahahahahha....

kyaa kalung cakep. kalung is lyk the 'code name' pour un homme qui j'aime. XD

i'm mixing all the languages i know ^^v [ cept' chinese ]

neway' i read this like 'autobiography', ze' title's burned alive.

AWESOME. as cruel as it was, and as heart-breaking + eye-opening as it was, it was a picture of the world outside our window.

infinity cheers for SOUAD, for enduring her years of survival after being burned by her own family, and another cheer for Jacqueline, cuz' without her, the book won't be here, and so won't SOUAD herself XD

awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome

just AWESOME, okeh?

that's in a must read, so y'all better read it and satisfy your reading senses hehehe...

right now, i'm hating the news.

I mean okay, this person has a face tumor and it looks terrible, i read the article first, it started with, "be careful when you pick on yer pimples", the moment i looked at the picture, i immediately threw the newspaper off my hands. i was terrified, disgusted a little, i mean okay, it's kinda mean and inhuman of me, but can't they just put pictures that are heart-breaking, or touchy, but it doesn't have to be gut-tugging does it?

if you don't believe me read yesterday's newspaper, indo pos, the jakarta raya section, 3rd page, bottom left collumn ...

sorry to the unlucky person, but the pic made me swear never to even TOUCH my face again. O_O

not that i really went with the swear, but puh-lease, that's just scary =="

ryt then g2g have lesson cya

love,
monidududz

ano.. hello people!

i've been working on a damned essay, which i quite like..i guess..

anyone wants to help me edit the god damned thing?




essay question: What is Asia


ASIA: The Ever Changing Dance of Lives

Asia, where the slightest hint of culture was tainted by the air of modernization, where the distinction inside the society was clearly made, a place, where everything connects to each other, from our sky scrapers promoting economy growth, to the dances in villages, Asia’s lifestyle was a dance itself.

‘What is Asia?’ a question we would merely ask when we had the time to think, between the busy scheduled day of ours, dancing on our toes hurriedly to fulfill the pace of our own life. Asia is simply where the rich creates the dancing opportunities for the poor, while balancing their own toes to dance gracefully and keep the others on their toes. Where money flies around as the scarves that replace the dancer's clothes, the decoration did not exist; the foundation of all eagerness of life in Asia was as accused, money. Yet those scarves were ornamented with patterns of fabrics from different colors, the exotic air that threw its hinges around it was undeniable. It was another cultural land fading away with the bells of modernization as people’s agenda danced themselves to the rhythm of development and connection.

The lifestyle in Asia, would paint the clear peculiarity in between the social classes, we have no existence of our position on the leather chairs of companies, but merely the money that allows us access to services, stating that the poor life dances were controlled highly on how the riches play their toes. The busy schedules of Asia’s rulers of the empire, the classy suited directors, company owners who’d smoke a cigar while bustling through their crowded agenda, it was the status crown of richness, for typical upper-class caste, to get home and have maids preparing your dinner, cleaning the corners of your homes, showing you had the power to make others work for you, to create the steps of their dances and benefit your dance as well. How the irony works here, is that you’d probably be those people in the black slick car, riding as you leave people to taste the bitterness of your dust, there are still people starving and hardly living down the end of each streets, but for us, they’re invisible forms. Those who found hardship would come mourning into the desolate alleys of our ragged towns from their villages, and search for a new life, a work; they immigrated just to be connected into this careless circle we all have been living in. We are all chained onto each other, as much as those children, the sun tanned children that would come up to knock at your car window, singing their best with a croaking tired voice for a mere coin, would work their hardest, and your money buys them food. The maids, who in despite being considered a servant by the rest of the world, got her share of money, and us, being the careless people on top, would just continue to feed them as they have fed us with reputation and respect, bringing us up as kind creatures looked upon. I would wonder how I could sleep knowing somewhere not even a kilometer from my cozy bedroom, there’s someone ringing those wasted bottle caps for a coin, a coin I wouldn’t bother to chase if it fell. It was a give or take world, trade was never so fair. Material wealth had brought the term upper-class into most of Asia’s social conscience, creating the system where money and status takes the leash of those whom they employ, while they were taken for benefits, led to believing this was for them.

With our lush lands, rich of advantages, eyes were set upon Asia, who had so many things to offer, our originality, the outlandish view they had of us, quietly erasing out hand-down cultures as they came with the idea of modernization. Asia was an exciting place, where in every corner lurks another unique discovery, not as ancient Rome has had their empire underground, nor had we built the majestic pyramids, but we were as bizarre, we had much to offer and much to learn. As alike, the green forests were once serene, and are still now, but the small quiet towns that surrounded it turned into a tourism center, expanding as the technology bought its way in, leaving hints of culture drawn into mere attractions for the development. We let our cultures fade. Most of the workers in the big cities like Beijing and Jakarta, they aren’t from the big city, and they lived a normal cultural life with rice paddies on each side of their homes, stereotypically. Teachers of traditional languages lived a life of hardship, most of the times, when you live in the big city, you’d disrespect it, thinking of it as a mere attraction and a historical view you wouldn’t need to learn. Our culture was preserved for material wealth as well. Dancers, real ones, who could do a perfect Chinese fan dance, or could move to the eccentric sequence of traditional Balinese music, would be adored in the sense of public, then they’d be brought over to an economically powerful place to show off this culture, they were attractions employed to bring improvement to their employers industry, while gaining their daily bread every day. That’s how the luxurious companies stay luxurious, tapping to the beat that others made for them as a step up society, culture, was now regarded as a mere tool. Asia, as diverse as it is, had proven its cultures to be unique, and not as low as the western had considered it, we had our shares of racism and wars of beliefs, but we still stand as one similar continent, we were thought as a brilliant cultured nation, but their comments carved into the souls of our nations history to modernize themselves. Yes, people still appreciate legacy, hoping that you’ll still find a woman dressed in kebaya and batik in Jakarta’s many bus stops is hoping that culture would take over this crowded city once more, turning the hourglass back. Our cultures had let us profited from it, gained from it, but we deem them unworthy in front of modernization, Asia, with its many diversely inimitable cultures, was one of a kind.

Food, calligraphy, board games, spices, those have been reputed by the western eyes as our economical strength that, is what Asia is to the west, a resource. Asia is a continent with growing economy, probably the largest growing economy currently. But it’s not a secret to any of us, that villages aren’t growing quite as well as the cities adorned with tall refined sky scrapers. Look at Indonesia, we were robbed of independence for more than 300 years, all for the taste of spices to be experienced somewhere around the world, look at the traditional mah-jongg, and how many versions it now has on game websites, and now look from the eyes of us, not theirs, on how Asia was treated as a resource. Asia had been a resource, a battle reason with instable economy. How impressive were the words that western politicians interviewed in magazines mostly used when the question led to Asia’s economy development, at least, something similar in meaning. Sophisticatedly built cultures have been the foundation of our growing economy, giving anticipations of downfalls, being the back bones that became magnets, of tourism. That’s how our countries grew, we attracted them, Asia was indeed culturist, and culture had brought economy along with its trail. You would see a mere china plate, and buy it for 15 thousand rupiah, then, another china plate, its historical culturist value bringing the title that it came from the ancient dynasty Ming, it was sold for 15 thousand dollars. The unique beliefs we would link to culture, like how 1000 paper cranes in Japan had a legend that said if you folded 1000 paper cranes, your wish will come true. Mere simple traditions were regarded deeply as cultures, brought along to the west as fascinations to them. Asia, was supposed to be a wealthy country, but its instable economy allowed the west to take over our possessions into their own hands, claiming them. We were supposed to be rich, adored, but we were servants to the needs of the world, Asia is a resource.

Asia, in total, was a mix of unique and sophisticated styles, from the black suites and ties, along with the cigar and suitcases claiming the western icon of modernization and social status to the strictly guarded treasures of cultures, to cultures that are exposed to the world, to food highly discussed but still with its distinctive taste, spices people fought over, dances people would pay hundred thousands of rupiah to discover the dance’s irreplaceable aspects, where the poor dance wildly to gain money from the rich, who keeps their dance within the space of a marionette’s dance. The ones that create dances had to dance their own life, tapping quickly, following the beat of Asia’s changes, as they keep their toes balanced for the sake of their own and the whole cycle they were merely a part of. Asia, like its lifestyle and people, was a dance, a fast-paced rhythm that follows the drum beat of modernization, mellowing with the slow melody of fading culture.



right then...

<3 amaryllis

uh...

OMFG, school starts on thursday, so me going to wail and complain about it.

i've been waking up mid-day and sleeping way past midnight recently, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP AT 6 EVERY MORNING AGAIN?!!!

not mentioning i'm going to say goodbye to fanfictions, for probably another year? *gets thrown at by readers*

HEY! BLAME MY UPCOMING HOMEWORK!!

argh.

someone better give me a map of my classes when i get back o_O

oh in PIM was so funny:

me: hey hae min what's your schedule?
hae min : i don't know i lost it
me: haha.. smart... *sarcasm*
elaine: you probably did too
me: hey i did no- oh wait..
elaine: see?
me: oh shit, i did.


i know i have honor pass 7th period on the first semester, i THINK ==

i don't have math class with elaine this year *cries blood*

i better have some classes with SOMEONE O_O;

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!! *cry*

i wish the holiday can be a bit longer,no, A WHOLE LOT longer...

like how does another month sound?

yeah.

i have to go, i'm starving.

ps:
[ for tasha ]
are you ok? are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?
did i say something bad?
did someone from class hurt you?
cuz if they did *grabs huge mallot* *whacks them*
or if it was something i said *whacks myself*

be online kay?

i've been reading rave since grade 6, a month ago, i bought the last issue.

but i never read some, like number 31.

so i bought it today.

i started reading an hour ago, and 45 minutes ago, i started crying.

I CRIED, not as in a few teardrops, and it's not even emotional, i've been crying until now, and i've been reading those pages over and over again.

when i bought the last issue, i found out my favorite character died, i thought he died with a wham and ka-slam yadda yadda sorta thing, but when i read it, i was so touched. the first time i read this, i only thought of it as 'just another comic', i've grown to love it.

i wonder how Hiro Mashima managed to think up such a complicated plot, and write it until i cried for an hours, just because my favorite character died.

it was so sad, especially when his bones were destroyed by the bastard shakuma... he guarded her til' the end... but the moment his bones were shattered, elie suddenly has the ability to control aetherion...

the 3rd issue, he was this powerful evil guy who controls the elements and wants to kill elie, then, on the 31st issue, the skeleton in front of resha's grave turned out to be him. he guarded the fricken' fake grave for 50 fucking years. He was stuck in the past to return them to the future, and since then, he guarded her... *cries more*

i don't think i've ever cried harder in my whole life, at least, no since i remember anything. *looks at book,opens to those pages*




sieg: *sees elie's necklace in resha's hands* can you give that necklace to me? it belongs to a friend i really care for.

resha: a friend you care for?

sieg: yeah, i care for her with all my heart. but i'll neevr see her again, so i wanted to have that necklace...

resha: can't see her again? i'm sorry, i didn't know it was precious.. *give necklace* your hands are shaking...

sieg: thank you...

elie a.k.a. resha : whoever owns that necklace must be really happy, having a good guy like you caring about her *leaves*

sieg :at this era, i thought i couldn't do anything *wears necklace* turns out there is something i could do *sits in front of her grave*protect you til' the end elie, you don't have to worry about anything, i'll protect you from everything...

[scene shows sieg sitting]
[scene shows same place 50 yrs later, skeleton of sieg sitting still wearing elie's necklace]

haru: it's sieg...

elie: i.. i gave the necklace to sieg...

haru: you.. guarded elie for 50 years... huu... *sob*

elie: *hugs sieg's skeleton* SIEG!!!

[sieg's voice] : haru, i leave the rest to you...

haru: *crying* i promise...

[sieg's voice]: yeah, man to man promise...




*breaks down to tears again*

and the rest of the scene after that is just as touching. but the scene just now was roughly translated by me to english, so it wasn't as meaningful and touchign really without the original words and pictures...

infinity thumbs up for Hiro Mashima, who had created rave, and created my favourite character, Sieg Hart...

Um...

OMFG

I JUST UPDATED SECOND IMPRESSIONS... how cool is that?

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2489773/1/ <- click there to read my lovely readers :) that's from the beginning, to go straight to the newest chapter, go here -> http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2489773/4/

after one year. NO, I AM NOT EXAGERATING =_="

it was seriously one friggin' year.

i HEART ABOSULUTELY HEART RK ryt now :)

SOUJIROU/MISAO FOREVER!! eheh.. yeah, now i am completely insane, just as insane as i always were, maybe a little more since the early morning thing is getting to me.

OMG. 4 DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL START *cries*

yes, i was so excited that i managed to write a chapter, after my numerous tragedy with the hard disk, that i forgot to check it, and since it WAS midnight, i didn't bother to get it edited.

TASHa!! I UPDATED! A MIRACLE!!*screams around, flailing arms* YAY FOR THE BAKA DESHIS!!

ehehehhee... sorry about that, btw, i didn't see you online the whole day (as in after i woke up, which was like, ehehhe, 3 pm?)

um right, i WANT REVIEWS PEOPLE! REVIEWS!! REVIEWS!!

constructive criticism highly accepted, flames are not hoped for, but okay, if you wanna flame me, flame me, but do not forget to put in the reason why. and btw,
if you flame, do NOT flame as anonymous for that annoys me. i DON'T BITE, and i don't go around saying that flamers are stupid preps so get the hell outta here. that ain't me. That's whoever wrote my immortal

but as tasha says, it's a treasure, for sporkers
:)

right then, R&R..

glomps and kisses,
amaryllis

about the fic :p

i said the enemy's kingdom was called maravilla, ya? yeah, maravilla is marigold in some language i forgot. =_="

anyway. the flower marigold meant evil or something. yes i have been putting a lot of flowery things around my fic lately o_O

anyway, i'm pretty bored...

it's saturday, and my dad's off to bali til' tomorrow, and my mom won't return from medan until tonight, my sister's off at a friend's house, and i am stuck at home

*cry tears of blood*

i'm bored.

argh. bored bored bored *taunts everyone in the house*

bah.

anyway, i might think of posting 'the swing' on ff.net

is it original enough, not like i've seen any plot like it before, but argh!

i'm really bored.

right then, glomps and kisses,
i shall be back soon

amaryllis

yeah. anyway.

my retrieving my words fic is posted, until chapter one one here-> http://community.livejournal.com/pen_of_doom/

it's not perfect, neither is anything else. i am highly unexperienced with this livejournal system. thank tasha for telling me how to post a writing journal. really, i'm THAT stupid.

bah.

i'm bored. i can't seem to finish my 'until the end'

huhuhu.. it's the strangest fic i've written, besides the fact that i don't write make out scenes, and here i am writing one between yumi the green-lipsticked geisha and shishio the burnt shadow hitokirri :p

LOL.

anyway, clairine was pretty mad with nadz earlier, she was all like, 'i don't like you, you're like pretending to be nice and you're bad talking us behind our backs, if you don't like it, move away!'

she deserved it. i guess. i mean the whole way she treats the others.
i mean everyone can see she's using us. she's the only one who didn't see the fact that we could see.

*pats tashii* looking at the way you complain about her, i'm guessing that you're pretty happy other people actually told her off. not that it had any obvious effect on her. but yeah.

i'm okay with her, besides the fact she called me to talk about how rpetty she is, which i didn't appreciate much, because that totally wasted a few minutes of my life, but i had to play along. duh.

i feel so nice.

NOT.

i am currently watching 'rome', for the umpteenth time.

oh yeah, i made 6 fic lately, courtesy to tasha (again, she's my saviour)who told me about the 100 fics thing, not that i'm going to join or upload, it's just for my own fun.

i'll post them up when i'm not lazy. which, can take forever.

right then, i better go <3

glomps and kisses,
amaryllis

yeah.

list of dvds i bought recently

uncountable and unknown.

anyway, my 'sister', luli, had just gone.

so i just got back from the airport, eyes red and nose runny.

shit for the 5 months wait. and we were crying, like totally crying.

can't imagine january.

now, we'll always be able to see each other again in december, but after that, god knows if we'll ever see each other ever again.

so if you receive news of a flood in sao paulo, don't panic.

it will probably taste salty.

=="

btw, planning to make another CCS one-shot.

called : Tomorrow Can Be Too Late
Summary: Maybe you have them there to show them
how you feel, and if you don't and they leave today,
then tomorrow can be too late…
hahaha.. tash, how's the new summary for RMLW going?

teehee.. ryt then, i'm really going to miss you for the next 5 months sis, and everyone else too!


anyway, g2g

glomps and kisses,

mon

hey.

i came back from bali yesterday night, approximately reached home barely before midnight. and i'm saying as in i arrived 11.45. at night.

we stayed at nikko, which was in nusa dua.

strange thing is, as far as i know, during my 3 days 2 nights trip, i practically met half of the toronto delegates, on the plane, in surfer girl, in the restaurant, at the watersport place. all that while i saw NONE of my own delegation, except myself and my partner.

Although i clearly see they're staying in hard rock cafe. every single one of them except casey & stefie, who were in singapore, and joey & gui, who were in anyer. so yeah, kuta and nusa dua was far.

why not stay there, you may ask.

the rooms were small, dumb reason. too mundane reason. my reason was that, and also the fact that they don't have their own beach, except the public beach ACROSS the hotel, which kills me to say i strongly dislike crossing the road.

traffic jam is one thing. it's worse when it's going good.

besides, i thought it was ilegal to cross without a zebra cross.

a few years ago, when that law was suddenly strongly enforced. for the first few days, the officer that catches you breaking that certain law makes you do push ups. no shit.

so yeah. anyway, my friend told me she was shocked to see the drug = death penalty banner in the airport when she arrived from her transit trip in amsterdam. cause' ya know, she said amsterdam was really free about it, and here she said it was like death penalty.

i told her, if you have cash, the law doesn't take shit around you.

imagine how many accomplished-ly rich infamous drug dealers are out there, along with the friggin' corruptors.

yeah. a LOT.

anyway, tomorrow, i'm going to ancol. not that i'm really looking forward to it. the beach kinda bums me out after bali.

i'm only interested in the sharks.

and if someone gets eaten by it.

anyway, today, i watched 4 movies. yeah, 4. consecutively.

it was cow belles, she's the man, yours mine ours and mr&mrs smith

hehehe..

anyway, an insane idea that gave me the urge to type it up just popped up...



Start, all over again
Pretending, we only began
Close, both your eyes
For once, try to hear my cries…

How many times, how many more
Do you have to play me so?
So many times, how long before…

Until the day,
I promise, to silence myself
Today, it’s gonna go my way
Until you break yourself…

Reff:
Cause’
Another heartbreak I can take..
But not from that same mistake,
My only mistake was loving you…

So you say again,
If we did begin
Let this fight be dead,
Or was it really lies you fed…

How many times, how many more
Do you have to play me so?
So many times, how long before…

Reff

Bridge:
Do I have to stab the stake through your heart?
To make you feel what I felt inside every time I fell?
To make you see, to make you know, how much you wound me so?

Reff

I knew it was wrong,
Knew it all along,
But I still loved you so,
Still did, why, I’ll never know…
Why I loved you so…





that was, sort of random. i guess.

yes. i AM bored.

anyway.. *looks at tasha* i found my pokemon bed sheets from years ago.

HUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!

anyway, i g2g.

bye bye <3

amaryllis

heyy!!

ITALY WON *jumps around hyperly (is there such a word?)*

anyway

lyk last night, we were watching at a friend's house, and the 20 of us, actually 21, i think, happened to stay, so yeah, imagine us all sleeping on her TV room.

i slept on the floor, and miraculously, i was okay with it :p

and... we went swimming, as usual,i was the slowest *cowers*...

bought DVDs today, (fake) spirited away, whisper of the heart, Samurai X second season, ze nightmare b4 xmas (becuz i lost mine), underworld evolution, scary movie 4 and 2 anime OST cds, which turned out to be empty disks...

i am so going to SUE that god damned store

so.. i'm going to camp tommorow, be back on friday, but then i'm going to bali right after.. so i probably won't update or anything...

can someone really tell me how to post fanfics on LJ?

*stares at tasha* : thanks for beta-ing mine!!!!! weee!!! update for me yah, i won't be back soon :p

the photo... is taken on the 1st, airport... there's the leaders, luli, and me

right then...

cya, like... next week ...

glomps and kisses,
amaryllis

[ m.o.n.i.c.a ] [ 04.07.2006 ] [ t.u.e.s.d.a.y ]

[ title ] [ u.n.t.i.t.l.e.d ] [ <3 ]

hello

it's me

obviously

[ today ]

i went to the zoo thingy, the primate center in ragunan. It was, undoubtedly, the best place compared to the whole zoo...

yeah

then we watched superman returns [ ps: my god the island looks fake, i liked it though, argh, the ending... is annoying ]

we ate

went home

and here i am

[other stuffs]

i'm not a girl of many words

i need to know how to use this thing

yes, i don't know how to insert my fanfics

or make layouts

etc etc

[ <3 ]

[ m.o.n.i.c.a ]