Assignment: I’m Not Thumbelina

Hello! This is my first english essay assignment. I will only post my first and my last essay assignment here. My other essay would be posted on my official assignment blog which being made because it was part of the assignment. Sigh.

Critics or comments are highly welcome since I’m still a beginner writer. Please enjoy and bear with me, folks! Thanks for reading! :)

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I’m Not Thumbelina

If one day I woke up and found out that my body has shrunk to a thumb size, the first thing I would probably do is screaming out loud and then freaking out. But I would eventually calm down because reality would slap me hard on the head to remind me: my life would be a huge challenging adventure!

After the screaming and freaking out moment, the first thought which immersed in my mind would be a wishful thinking of how perfect my life could be if I am married to a fairy prince like Thumbelina did in the story book. But, no, it would not happen. Reality would definitely hit my head again if I kept drooling over that hopeless imagination, because my life is certainly not a fairy tale, or a movie. It is also clearly not a cheap fantasy serial drama on television. In this world -my world- there is no such thing like fairy or fairy prince. Let alone the wonderful journey of riding on a bird or a squirrel to explore the big city. They would probably prefer to prey on me, instead.

I am a college student, so in the morning, even though a rubber eraser would be slightly bigger than I would, I would still have to take a bath and go to the campus. As I think about it, my newly decreased body would fit the qualification to be classified as one size as the food chain’s lowest rank living creature. To put it simply, I would be sharing destiny with a cockroach. And by that, I mean there would be an absolute high possibility of me fell down on the slippery bathroom floor, flushed away by the running water, and ended up being eaten by a rotten. ‘Going to the bathroom’ would be more suitable to be called as a suicidal attempt. However, that would only happen if I foolishly let my tiny precious foot set on the bathroom. And there is no way I would risk my beautiful life by doing such thing. So, taking a shower is out of the question. I would be just fine even if I do not take a bath for a week or so, because nobody would smell me since I am this small. But anyway, I would just have to find another way to clean my body without putting my life on a string, right?

One of the exciting things of this new life is the enormous amount of good food that I could enjoy. My usual bento lunch would be enough to feed me for three days. Another good thing about this is I would cut short my groceries budget and then save money to buy myself a fancy electronic car toy, instead. So I could drive it around the campus and be awesome. Well, I thank God I am not a boy with perverted mind. If I were one, my condition would provide an ability to peek on girl’s skirt and run away quickly unnoticed. I thank God once again that there is no thumb sized boy at my neighborhood. More exciting thing is that if I succeed managing my money wisely, and I definitely would, buying an aeromodelling helicopter wouldn’t be just a dream. I would fly around the town and spend hours enjoying the amazing view from above. I would put a prank on my friends by throwing peanuts on them. When I am bored, I would start a race with the birds. Things would be more fun when I stalk the boy I have crush on all day. With all kind of fun things, one thing I would have to worry about is only when the battery is drained.

The complicated part of being this little is that I would have to slide down or climb up the furniture in my house if I wanted to go anywhere. I am not a big fan of outdoor exercises like these, because age-wise, I would be ended up very tired. However, I assume I would have a well-built and healthy body after doing those things constantly. And if I trained myself hard enough, I would shape my body and be as sexy and slender as Angelina Jolie. Well, that would be a very appropriate aim for me to keep on living this productive life, and a very great reason for me to secretly start on pretending I am a superhero in training.

Well, as I would experience living like Thumbelina in both exhausting and exciting ways, I would say that the best way to end a long tiring day is to soak my sore body in a bowl of warm chocolate milk. Wouldn’t you think so,
too?

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Just another update

To begin with, I’d like to announce that I’ll be using english instead of bahasa here just to test my ability and simply for the sake of my ego.

A dear friend of mine, Uthi, has been posting entry on tumblr about her new friends at TPB. She stated that she will post all of TPB bio until TPB time is over. Sounds like a challenge, eh? For me, yes, it is a challenge. The challenge itself is not about bragging how many friends I have, but simply about challenging my confidence on a bit of everything or as you may read: making friends. It is true that since about a year ago (yes, I am now completely AWARE of this) I constantly, for some unreasonable excuses, keep the so-called good mature image in front of people. Thus, I create space almost automatically and unconsciously with people by not letting many people see my vulnerable side while I actually want to be free.

Knowing people from their root with completely nothing in mind for a start is something I want to do and achieve. You may see I am lacking of basa-basi ability which for a human, not to mention Indonesian, is something that everyone mastered. No assumption. No prediction. No judgment. No expectation.

The spontaneous me has been hidden for awhile. Therefore writing about my own friends might help me maintain my confidence of being me.

How confusing yet pathetic blog post it is!

Come to think about it, I actually just want to write things spontaneously. That’s the only reason I could think of right now.

See you soon!
-Haps

Have fun go…?

Hi there!

I don’t know what I’m going to tell you about now.. hmm let’s just try free writing, shall we?

Ever ask yourself this: “do you feel guilty by killing many mosquitoes?” I did ask myself and I’m not really feel guilty about it. No. I don’t feel guilty. For me, guilt is not a feeling. It’s an illusion. Illusion to trap oneself in a low mood.

So what is “sorry”? It’s like a justification that oneself who says sorry is wrong. You can feel satisfy after someone said you are forgiven, can’t you? Why are you feeling sorry? Sorry is a feeling? What are you sorry for? The point is I can’t understand english words. Hahahaha.

I wonder about all the ‘what if’ I have, people have, people hope, people want. I’m listening to Ipang’s Sahabat Kecil now and remembering about my good old days on high school. Some people may say that my high school life is quite bitter, for such things can only be measured by myself, and I definitely say it was splendid. haha. What I did yesterday lead me here. Everything is the reason why I’m here now. Even all of my depressed (read: alay dan galau) blog posts also build who I am now.

Shifting. Step to the left. Look. Choose. Vote. And step to the left again. Repeat.

It is seriously funny to read all of my rant here in my blog.. hihihi

Ah… What do I know? What do I know about the past? What do I know about the future? I don’t want to predict, I don’t want to assume.. I want to let it flow. But I’m not going to let myself be flown away.

Sweet memories… Sweet days…

Luminosa: The Magnificent Colors by TPB FSRD ITB 2012.

“TPB FSRD 2012 siap mempersembahkan warna warna memesona
We are LUMINOSA!
The magnificent colors!
We are LUMINOSA!
Saturday at PlaWid
Come see us! Come see us!
Come join us! Come join us!
Uh-huh~ Uh-huh~
Oh yeaaah~ Oh yeaaah~”

Funny to realize that all the grudges I had from that days become too good to be called as grudges. “Ah, I can’t finish this. I can’t finish that. I can’t think clearly right now. I can’t do this. I can’t do that” that’s bullshit. By all the things I’ve learnt from this event, all those “can’t” disappeared. After this, there goes “I want this.. I want that. I want to do this. I want to try that. I want. I want.”

Funny to remember all the blunder. Funny to remember all the foolishness. Funny to recall all the foolish, absurd, whatever you called it, conversations. Funny to recall allllllll the things we did together as TPB FSRD ITB 2012. Funny to recall all the things seniors taught me and I’m too fool to understand that day. Funny to feel that everything is funny now.

By the way I see it, everything is fun. I’d say thank you verrrrrrry muccccccch for alllll the fun. Happy! Happy! Happy! *put my happy face here*

This is just a beginning to our journey, guys and gals. Let’s cherish the memories and build more fun future togethaaaa~ *a la Voldy and Harry Potty falling together’s style* hihihi xD

Anyway, still. Funny to think that there’s someone whom I thought knew my advanced course contract. Funny to remember all the funny moments. Funny to always questioning why all those boys have better hair than me. Funny to make fun of myself. Funny to have a crush on someone’s hair. Only the hair. hahahaha. (sumfeh kenapa rambutnya bagus banget sih argh) Funny to type all this in English rather than bahasa. Funny to write my feeling this way. Oh, funny to remember that the right word is “memesona”, not “mempesona” but I yelled “mempesona” aaall the way when arak-arakan. Well..

Have the most fun of yourself!

-Haps