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First of all… OMG!!! LAMA BANGET GAK POSTING DISINI!!!! hahaha. It’s not that I forgot that I’ve got an account here, but apparently i didn’t put wordpress on my bookmark so I write a lil bit more on my other page. But I wrote most of them in my mother’s language (literally) which is Indonesian language.
Soooo… lots of things have been goin on here. My reconciliation my Mummy and Papa, starting up a new business with my sister, taking deutschkurs, dealing with my mummy’s mourn of Michael Jackson’s death, frequently asking my self why i suddenly want to be a mother soon, and trying to get the immigration office issue a new passport for me.
Y’all hear it right, people. I’m taking deustchkurs while I once swore that I’ll never learn that language. I’m going to Switzerland next year, for studying. That’s why im doing an intensive class in deustch until next April. So far, I’ve got no problem with people asking me deutsch. As long as the question isn’t so different from woher kommt du? hehe.
As im a very much jobless right now, im back to my old routine: being an impulsive shopper. And that’s not good at all!!! My parents have decided to cut out my credit cards allowance. In fact, they have already blocked 4 of them. It brought me a small wave of depression at first, but I think I handled it well 
Now I’ve got a nearly acute insomnia and glad to tell that it has nothing to do with my parents blocked my precious plastics
Anyway, it’s been almost a month since Mr. Jackson passed away. My mother is still very much in a mourn though. I really can’t tell if it is because she loves Michael Jackson (even more than she loves my Papa? hehe) or she’s sad with the fact that im kinda familiar with the drugs assumed to be killing The King of Pop? Not to say my cousin already predicted that I might die the way Michael Jackson died.
That’s all pals 
I’ll close it with a promise that ill be back in Europe… soon!!!!!!!!!! 
Miss you all sooooo much.
xx
In my room, alone… thinking of these:
- That man
- That man (still)
- My mother’s car that I just crashed to the fence
- An excuse to skip my dinner tonight
- My application to Cambridge
- The Red Bulls that seem to be missing from my fridge
Even High School Musical doesn’t cheer me up this time! *sighs*
xx
After lunch hour, at my mother’s office. Just done with our lunch, and we had such a stupid convos…
Me : i think im gonna have my sons schooled at Eton
Mum: yeah, sure. think to get a boyfriend first before you’re moving that far.
Me : (speechless… mummy hits me on the right place)
Mum : Eton is a bit… well… pricey, isn’t it?
Me : sorta
Mum : i won’t pay for my grandsons’ school. i’ve spent more than enough money for my children’s school.
Me : don’t worry. i won’t ask you to pay for my sons’ school fee. it’s gonna be me and my hubby’s responsible later.
Mum : good. make sure you tell your father the same thing! anyway, Tony Blair went to Eton?
Me : nope. he went to Fettes. Prince Wiliam and Prince Harry were at Eton.
Mum : aaah… yes. Ask my assistant to get me my cellfone, please. ill make some calls. my grandsons go to the same school as the crowned prince, that’s a news.
Me : it’s just a plan, mum. i don’t even have a boyfriend, remember??
Mum : well, why don’t you start to get a boyfriend now? and you better stick to the plan, honey! i can’t wait for that day to come… when exactly you’re planning to give birth to my grandsons by the way? i can tell some people to get prepared
Me : ???
it was such a ‘mistake’ to tell my mother about this plan. now she forgot that she told me to get a boyfriend first before planning my sons-to-be’s future lives!
xx
It’s just a few days before ill be graduated. A BA (Hons) title will be given to me after 4 difficult years (should’ve been only 3, but you know what happened on my first 3 semesters ^_^). Now im so nervous about it. Not only bout the outfit im gonna wear on Monday, but also about what’ll come next after my graduation day.
What will I be after my graduation day? Will I be still the stupid young lady who wastes the parents’ money? Will I be another silly jobless with a degree try to survive in this uber mean world?
Things haven’t been so easy for me lately. Parents, siblings, love-life (can you believe it anyway?), financial issue, and my health. They’re all in my head.
I wanna quit being someone’s burden. Especially Papa. I know he’s been thinking about me a lot. Very acceptable. I’m his first, and im not the one he wanted me to be. He looks much older than his actual age coz of me.
Ill be 22 soon… numbers of things I have achieved in the last 22 years of my life?? None. Zero. That’s sad… and pathetic.
What should I do?? What would I do??
And now I have to think about which shoes are gonna suit my outfit for my graduation day…
Life ain’t easy, friends! Unfortunately… it’s not a life if it’s easy.
xx
Started with a friend who wrote on my FB wall, telling me that an old friend of ours went to Eton at Berkshire before he moved to Berlin some of years ago. It continued with a call which was not purposed to talk about that friend, but at the end it seems like the 40 mins convos was all about that friend Since then, I got attracted to Eton.
After the convos, I intentionally googled Eton and browsed on its website. First impression… the web wasn’t so bad. A bit plain, and somehow it looks cold. Dunno, it was just my feeling. The language is a bit refined too, as it’s expected to be read by some royal families, or at least the common citizen with a high level of education.
Read through some pages before I downloaded the prospectus and other information related to Eton. Truly amazed by it. Gotta read the prospectus over and over again before I finally catch what they’re trying to deliver in those prospectus pages (NOTE: it’s not happening to all human being, it’s only me and perhaps some other unlucky people who are a bit lame in language that will experience this kind of difficulty!).
More than 6 centuries Eton has been participating in making a better civilization in the United Kingdom. That’s cool enough for me. During that 6 centuries, Eton College has been giving its highest service to the country by educating 18 Prime Ministers of the UK. What an achievement.
At Eton College, there used to be an old system where registration at birth is allowed! That’s beyond!! I mean, you could register your son literally 2 seconds after he was born! Too bad the system has been abolished some years ago. If that system of registration is still being used today, you probably can register your son even before your son is born! You just have to bring the 3D sonogram pictures from your ob/gyn and tell the school committee that you carry a baby boy! That’d be major, really But after that, make sure you put a reminder on your iPhone that you need to bring your son to Eton right after his 10th bday for a tour, and after his 13th bday to begin his 5 years of studying at Eton.
The tuition fee is kinda high there. Nearly £30.000 for a year study (£ 9360 per half, and there are 3 halves per year). Not including some extracurricular and music classes that your son will take. And the uniforms. And other stuffs that might follow later. Approximately £40 -45.000 per year. Not bad for an old school, eh?
The curriculums are kinda old, but they’re good. Strict schedule and a lot of activities. For me, the coolest thing about this school is all the boys are required to meet their House Master or Dame at 7.30 am (sharp) every single day. What they do? Reading newspaper! Hah! I wish my school applied the same system!! 6.15 pm to 7.30 pm, the boys are obliged to run what they call as ‘quite hour’ where they must spend the hours working on things or studying (or prolly… sleeping) in their own room. Supper is served at 7.30 pm, a great punishment for those who are sleeping on their quite hour coz they’ll possibly overslept and miss the supper. Hehe.
Overall, I like what Eton offers in their prospectus. Even it makes me want to send my future sons to Eton. Conditional applied though. I will send my sons to Eton IF I only got no more than 2 sons! OR if I’ve got more than 2 sons BUT my husband later is kind of man who earns more than £ 2 mills a year. Fair enough, right? I’m assuming (and my “PR Plan & Campaign” lecturer will be mad at me coz according to him a PR person will NEVER assume. Just a note ^_^) that it will cost around £ 60.000 to £ 75.000 per year –or even much more- for the tuition fee at Eton by the time I’ll finally send my sons to Eton. Hah!
There’ll be the time when I finally feel my parents’ ‘misery’ working on pretty much everything so they can send their babies to the best school possible (and to get their daughters the best things that LV and Prada boutiques sell! * just kidding, mummy ^_^*)
My future sons will need to go to a prep school before they go to Eton. In the mean time, im doing my own ‘prep class’. Hehe. So… anyone… what you think it takes to get a great young man who will love you and your family with a guarantee that he’ll earn more than £ 2 mills a year in his future??
