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August 14, 2009
Exorcist File no 190- Audacity

It’s UAN Biology during the first subject.
Trust me, more than 80% of the class are not
paying attention to the teacher, the boys,
excluding me and Standlea, all of them are
playing chess. While on the other side,
probably only Eriana, Peter and Josselyn were the one who ut on theur ears.

For Sasa and Jesmin, they chat uses paper,
what a waste. DO they know Earth is getting hot
due to the lack of trees growing on earth?
And using mouth is faster than writing, not only it’s not efficient, it’s also wasteful.
Blablablabla… I sat there doing my
Maths homework, I forgot to bing it home
yesterday, and now I have to do it. Though most
of the questions I cheated Eriana’s, frankly
speaking, Kevin didn’t even gave us a lecture
about the topic and he’s telling us to do it. Probably he thinks all the
students here are PRO. Count me out><


National language was next, our previous

tests were distributed. The passing score
was 7,0. My score was 7,3. Peter got the same as I. Both of us were fuming about, complaining just a minor mistake, if I were to
calculate, it’s only 4 mistakes. But in the end, we left a big sigh..
Thee were 4 people who failed though.
We had a practice of the flag ceremony for the 17th
of August. Practiced for 2 hours, and the weather was
unfriendly, scorching and my skin turned red.
Ciendra got his face burnt, and what I detest was,
when I did the walking, the tiny grass stick stabs me and followed in my pants, sickening.

It was 10 minutes until English time ends, and
we decided not to attend the class. Eriana, sasa,
and I went downstairs and prepared decorations for the upcoming festival later.
Emyr, Peter and the rest chotto matte, I suppose dean’s in it.
We ordered ayam penyet, cheap and rather tasty.
In the canteen area, 12000= beehoon+ 2 small
chicken= tastes like shit, no differ.

After eating, I realized that my bottle is gone,
and I decided to look for it. There was no clue, and
on my mind tht time, perhaps on my maths homework. I
thought, let’s leave it. I’ll find it after I’ve done
my homework. And so I did. Sad to say, when I was bringing
out my book, I realized that my maths book is gone as well. STRIKE!!!
HOLYＳＨＩＴ

ｗｈａｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｅｌｌｌｌｌｌｌ？？？？
God’s playing pranks on me. Gimme a break,
I have no choice but to cheat Eriana’s work.
After my homework was done, off I go. I found
my bottle at the canteen, and then my
math book was found at Eriana’s locker.
Next, it was Math. Another boring one.
And finally, after the dismissal, there was
another program. Our festival, and Jordan’s the DJ. Ciendra was complaining:

ＹＯＵ　ＣＡＬＬ　ＴＨＩＳ　ＤＪ？　ＬＯＯＫ　ＭＯＲＥ
ＬＩＫＥ　Ａ　ＢＪ　ＴＯ　ＭＥ！！

Ｔｈｅ　ｓhow wasn’t so interesting.
I don’t really like Indonesian songs at all.
But in then end, all of us were GUNG-HOing
trashing about, we shouted, tickled, playing
pranks, and took some pics. But I don’t hold the pics now, visit erianawijaya.blogspot.com for more infos.


Distance hearts when rejoined as one,may find the light within
5:38 AM.