Sleepless In Jakarta

Today I had my ABRSM piano exam. To make it short, I seriously fucked up. I did a couple of errors here and there in the pieces. BUT I HAD PRACTICED EVERY FUCKING DAY BEFORE! I even said 2 Our Father prayers, 5 Hail Marys, and 2 Glory Bes so I could calm down during the exam.

Turned out that I was so nervous that I can’t even remember I have a stomach. Why was I anyways? Well, the examiner is a stranger and also a foreigner which makes me dumb in front of her for making silly, silly mistakes :(

The room was also cold that it somehow made my fingers freeze. I really hope I could pass with distinction despite the errors :(

Hello, I was leafing through on myspace (well you can’t exactly leaf through a website but what the hell) and I saw Christopher Drew’s (nevershoutnever) blog on his myspace. It read “10 Goals To Self-Improvement”. He recommends everyone this highly to make one. Because I have nothing bette to do today (aside from cleaning every corner of my house), here it goes.

1. Be closer to God.

2. Learn more maths, biology, chemistry, English and physics (I’m moving to UK soon, hopefully).

3. Practice my piano a lot so I’d pass my ABRSM exam with distinction.

4. Eat lots and lots of fibers, protein and vitamins.

5. Remember to give my eyes special eye drops every night.

6. Finish my paintings project ASAP.

7. Practice my vocals as much as possible.

8. Write as many awesome songs as possible.

9. Learn how to play other instruments.

10. Figure out 10 other ways to self-improvement.

Now that I’ve done mine, what are yours?

Turned out it didn’t. I planned to finish my song this week and do all of my assignments. Instead, my parents make me go outside everyday since my housekeeper is out of town. My older brother is now in Swiss, possibly on his way to UK. I feel like the burden of being an eldest kid in the family is already on my shoulders. Despite of my annoying brother, I want him to stay here but he wants to chase his dreams so I had to let him go.

I have also realized that I have difficulty in focusing on things. My aunt says that I have too much that I have in mind. I thought so. School makes you unfocused! Anyways, I have to go work on my chemistry homework and whatever it is I have left to do. See you later.

Hey, this is my English assignment. I’m supposed to write a short story and here it is. The teacher told me to start with the bolded sentence. Tell me what you think!

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A minute after Christina had entered the room, she knew something was wrong. The room seemed perfectly fine. No broken windows, no broken furniture. But there was something that caught her attention. The Van Gogh painting on her wall was gone. She panicked. But there’s no sign of breaking in, she thought. The worst part was, that room was the only room without CCTV in the building. Everything in that room was her responsibility. It’s no big deal if the heater was broken, the company’s technician could repair it. But this?

Her mind was racing everywhere. Was she imagining things or did she forget to lock the door before coming home last night? No, I locked the door and I’m pretty sure I’m not hallucinating, her thought echoed inside her brain. Although her office had no CCTV whatsoever, it had sensors and things you’d only see in Ocean’s Thirteen movie.

Veronica was a successful worker. She had made it to the top after several years of sweat and contribution to the publishing company she worked for. Now that she was one of the managing directors, she had her own luxurious office and had managed to decorate it with Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”. She loved it very much and had promised herself to have it ever since she was a child.

The painting was gone, so was her hopes to show it to her family and friends. It was her pride. She sat down on her big leather chair, trying to hold back the tears. Deep in regret and confusion, something made her jump. Her assistant, Maggie, came into the room without knocking. She was surprised to find her boss sobbing.

“Miss Tanner, is something wrong?”, there was worry in her voice.

“Yes, something is wrong”, she pointed to the wall where the painting ued to be hanging.

“You told the museum to do some maintenance on it, Miss Tanner”, Maggie said inexpressively.

“Really? Did I?”, Victoria looked up to her assistant. She was taken aback. How could she forget this kind of thing?

“Should I call the museum just to make sure it’s there?”

“Please”, there was relief in Victoria’s voice.

A moment later, Maggie returned to ensure Victoria that the painting was in the museum. I must be getting old, Victoria thought. After that, she promised herself to list everything she was going to do.