Doubtstep

Buon giorno!

Dad took me out for some fries and ice cream last Friday. I didn't know exactly why he did that. Perhaps he was bored. But anyway, he told me that we might or might not go to the court in Jakarta to straighten out my name problem since, legally, I don't have a family name. Which means, our proposal would be that of "name change", which means, that not only I could add my family name, I could actually change my entire name into something different.


I had a few things in mind. Perhaps some fancy French or Russian names (Beaubatonx? Sharikaparinova?) or some unpronounceable Greek names. Or changing the spelling of Febie into "Phoebe" or even change my last name into Efron (yeah, that's kinda a little bit too much) But anyway, I told my dad about that but he went completely against it and he gave me a lecture about how meaningful and carefully and thoughtfully arranged my name is which means that I'll still be Febie for the rest of my life. That kinda sucks.


Anyway, the day after that, we had our review classes at school (again) and it hadn't stop raining since the day before so it was all drizzle and muds when we arrived at school. We drove to Bakerzin right after class for lunch. And I spent the rest of the day hanging out in the mall. Unproductive day? Perhaps.


This weekend's a long one so I'm gonna make the most of it.





Ciao!

Jump into my nightmare. The water's warm.

My cous and I went out for a bike ride last afternoon. But my bike got into some sort of stupid mishap which made us have to cut our ride short and walked for the last half kilometre to my house instead of riding the bike.

It was so tiring and hot, so we decided to do a cannonball competition in the backyard's pool just to cool off.
I wanted to take picture and my stupid self almost dropped my phone into the pool. Typical Febie.

Now that is Friday, this weekend is almost close to perfect since we barely have any homework and there's no class test whatsoever tomorrow.

Lyfe iz gr8t.

The bittersweet between my teeth

"I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."- Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You)

10 Things I Hate About You was not so bad despite of its weak and a bit of a nonsense plot. If I were a guy, I would never pay some dude 300 bucks to date someone just so that I could ask her sister out who I don't even like that much. It just doesn't make sense to me. 

But Patrick managed to made me teared up a bit at the end. And my favorite character among all was no other than the ridiculously bipolar English teacher, obviously, who I'm pretty sure is completely out of his head considering he has to deal with Kat in his class ("tempestuous", "heinous bitch" that was such a win. She was also the only female character in the movie whom I truly respect, only because she reads The Bell Jar and uses big words when drunk).

I've been listening to The Naked And Famous' "Passive Me Aggresive You" album over and over again. It's time to move on from my crazy obsession towards Black Kids' "Partie Traumatic". Who could deny? They are addicting.

I'm dying for a disposable camera. It's getting almost ridiculous for me to fake out my SLR pictures to make it look like it came out from a disposable.