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Malang City. Yup i was going there on last saturday. It’s only 2 hours by car from my house. It’s a small city that filled with trees.beautiful scenery of mountains. field. flowers.

It was Me.Mom.Cousin.Tante.and a Driver. Dad was in Jogjakarta. Brother had many things to do. Perfect lol. We went there at 6. No Traffic jam along the road near mud-flood-area. Fresh Morning. Hmm..!

First place we visited was house of Oma Burnama. She was my mom’s Nanny looong time ago . I love her house. Green. Flowers. Fruits. Green. Greener..more Greener..!

Then i was surprised by a cute creature. Brenda. She is white as snow!

Yeah. I was confused with here t-shirt. Why it must be “I love dog soccer”!

After hugging Brenda i went into the house, had yummy Breakfast.

*Left to right : Oma Burnama, Tante Yayan, Amanda, Niken

*Mom enjoying a glass of Fanta on terrace.

Yup. Had some relax there. Picked some mangos. And we’re going to other fam House. It’s my mom’s aunty house. Been long never been there. Missed them. Forgot to take pics in the house. But we went then to yummy Resto. The famous Bakso President. Yumm-O!

* Rara my other cousin, Tante ,  Me, Niken. Where’s mom? She took the pic haha.

Oh. Forgot. I met another cute creatures. It was dog. Now cats! Love cats more than dogs. But dogs are more friendly. Yeah they are.

They are Angus the Brown and Dennis the White. Miawwww…..

Then it became hotter in Malang. Don’t know why. Malang is always cold. Effect of global warming? maybe also the mud-flood. There suddnely i wanted so bad the Gula-Gula. Hmm u’ll see what i mean..

Cousin said , “Ah, you’ll gain your weight!” Hmm. Maybe. But i gain this man’s money haha. Anyway, i love gula-gula so much!

Then time went so fast. Go Home. Back to Hot city Surabaya. Was bit raining. We went to bakpao Telo. Why? Its related to my fave color. ))

It’s a place where u can see anything made form cassava. The purple one. I found it cool coz u can even try Bakpao. Bakpia, Ice cream, Juiice, Pizza.. hmm all made from Cassava.

*Me enjoying Bakpao Telo (cassava bakpao) *The cassava ice cream!

Well.. Nice day in Malang. Short trip. A piece of Happiness of meeting family. animals. ))

It was raining on the way back. Cold Night. Took me to face the next busy week coming ahead…

Tschuessi!!!

Tak banyak artinya. Hanyalah suatu kebanggaan. Tercipta seperti aku. Dengan rasa iri menghujam kala mereka walk ala cat.

No meaning. Just a piece of proud. I am me. Jelousy wrapped when they walk like cat.

Aku. Kaki besarku. Telah berjalan jauh. Melewati keindahan alam. Mungkin mereka belum pernah. Ha, aku sudah.

Me. My big legs. Walked so far. Through the beauty of nature. Maybe they dont. Ha, i did.

*Terkadang tidak PD dengan kakiku. Pacarku bilang kakiku besar. Jauh lah sama para kucing betina itu. Hehe, tapi kakiku yang membawa tubuhku. menopang seluruh panca inderaku. Mengarungi indahnya eropa. Jelek, Cantik*

7 days. a week. I woke up at 6. I went to uni at 7. I went back to my room at 10 pm?!!

*Posing when cleaning the stage hehe. *joking while being tired to face tomorrow!.

I was dizzy to arrange my words. Wanted all to be perfect! . You guys were running  here and there. Argue. BEM voll mit uns! . Even i am not officially apart of the comittee, I have to admit it that i was so glad joining you guys. To make this event great. To satisfy our teachers. To be proud of ourselves.

To be the host with Joe, Vivi and Arum was a fun time. I had fun on the stage! Even if i had to be silly and look stupid lol. Well.. I lost my words..

We made it!!!! it was a great Deutsch Woche! Our story in on the newspaper!

Thanks for everyone there. xoxo

All the Comitte of 12.Deutsche Woche. We made it!!!!

Will put more pictures here. To be continue!!!

It was unhandled. It was unknown. As the feeling catched my veins. Injected new story into it. And the river stops. And the happiness blows. Maybe i should not wish that much. Because i got more than what i wished. When the time seems too short. I might run and spend all seconds left i have. To be with you. Hours talked. Argue macht Spass. A room you locked was an answer. And i learn something from a person. So different. I was crying then. Close your door and dont care about me. Dark night watched me running. And tears falling. “Boys dont cry”. They keep their tears inside. My shoulders were yours. Sometimes a hug means more that what we thought.

That day i wanted to leave. As i was angry. Summer was so kind. It warms me up. Sing out loud at the next days. Opening the door and let him in. I dont f**king care of what they said.  I opened page by page. It was wonderful. Very. Now that it is so unreached. You keep on touching me. Hey Adam of mine. Weird. Strange. Different. Unique. It is Eve.

Je suis fou, avec ou sans toi. Maybe you are too.

My week,Its been few days..

Thanks Homeworks, for keeping me awake at night, and getting up so early. Thanks Communication Philosophy book, for making my glasses hanging on my face for hours. Thanks Dad, for calling me everyday, and asking, “Is everything okay?”. Thanks Rain, for falling so hard in the middle of the night and waking me up!. Thanks Alarm, for schocking me everymorning, maybe soon i’ll have heart prob. Thanks Mensa, where i always have to wait for free seat and run when i see one. Why do people who just talking sitting there? Hello?? Someone is hugry here. Thanks My long hair, that i need more time to make you dry. Thanks Schatz, coz most of time we  talk at about 2am my time. Thanks Laptop, for making my fingers dancing tango on ur keyboards coz presentation tasks. Thanks Tourism class, for making me to be the program organizer and having headache.

Freeze bitte, Freeze Time! So i can at least lay down on my bed and listening to coldplay songs. To write on my diary. To dream about Berlin. To feed my turtle. To clean my shoes. To re-decorate my room.

When time making me so busy, trapped and tight hugged, I realise that i am lucky to do those activities. Coz i am healthy, coz i have ability, coz people care about me..

Tomorrow, im ready for another busy days! —-T_T—-

I love to be unperfect. As i look ugly sometimes with my glasses. Or my just woke up look. Unperfect me when i have acnes and feel not confident. I love to be unperfect. When i forgot doing my homeworks and i learn how to respect a teacher. Or when i fell asleep at class and realise how important it is to pay attention. I love to be unperfect that i had broken hearts. From it i learn how to control my feeling and not planning too much. Sometimes i become so lazy to help my mother. I needed my own time, mom. But i love you very much. Ow, i hate my hair when its so messy. Sometimes i had so bad hair as i wear helmet and its so hot inside that my hair are sweating. I did make wrong decisions sometimes. But from it i learn to be responsible. Many times i forgot where i leave my glasses. So i can not see anything which are far. I love to be unperfect. When i bought wrong bag and i still have to use it though. Coz it was my father’s budget. Well i learn to respect money and hardwork. I sometimes choose bad color of my clothes. I sometimes look like a clown or flower garden. I love to be unperfect when people think im weird coz im afraid with butterflies. From it they know that i am not “im not afraid of anything!!!”. My turtle, Schnell, im sorry if i forgot to feed you sometimes. From you i learn patience, how i want you to grow bigger and be with me everyday. I love to be unperfect.

Being Unperfect makes me feel truly a human being. It makes me realise that i am not the highest or prettiest. It makes me understand that i should not be arrogant as if i didnt need anyone. It makes me realise on loving people just the way they are. It makes me realise we are created to complete each other. It makes me realise from my unperfection i can find friends who accept me as i am. And don’t be afraid to be unperfect. Because you are not alone.

Amanda.