keepsake blog

Tragic. I know.

Fast forward to 2016, eighth of February, nine of us were miraculously met in a reunion. We *ate, became bored, got into traffic on our way to watching a horror movie, watched the horror movie, parted, and are now back in our homes (I think).

Bagas was bald. That was his reason for the cap.

It took me about half an hour into the horror movie to realize just how much I missed these people. When I constantly made terrible jokes to Bagas, Huzi and Tsam (for they were the only ones reachable in the theater), when Putri "secretly" poked my head a couple of times to "scare" me, when Pristina and Kyla were cuddling because they were shit-terrified, when Ariq was asleep because he watched the movie before, and when Dika acted funnily whilst watching... It only sank to my mind how long it's been since we were ever together and that when we are together after two years, things never really change. Sure, some of them may have changed physically and mentally, but that does not mean it detains them from being who they originally were when we were still in class together.

Ariq was a bit desperate to be in the picture with Putri and Pristina. So I let him in.

My baby fujifilm X30 has been a little off lately, Tsamara was a model for trial

Because you can never get a good picture of me.

Here's a picture of Dika enjoying his arrival and Huzi's majestic hoodie (IT HAS EARPHONES IN THE HOODIE STRINGS!)

And that made me really happy. I felt less-terrible upon this crumbling world. It was a remarkable experience among the empty gray of school days as a remaining Al-Taqwa survivor, I hope we meet again very soon, kinda still miss you all -words of the late one.

Love always, Zee.

Yesterday before 6 AM, I headed to my room and grabbed my Fujifilm X30, a good looking mirrorless point-and-shoot camera I bought this summer that was lying on the floor with dust decorations in between the buttons and screen. I was on my way to an excursion to Chevron, an American multinational company that has one of its production industry in Mountain Salak, Bogor. Somehow, I knew the trip wasn't going to be pleasant. And oh god, how I wish I hadn't guessed right.

"I know it's over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real." -The Smiths

5th of March 2012, I moved to Al-Taqwa College Indonesia and started boarding after 3 weeks. 6th August 2014, I wish I could quit boarding as soon as possible.

It's almost 4 in the morning today, and I just realized that I got a dozen of skype messages from my friend Raissa who is leaving for her Boarding school in Solo in 3 more weeks.

I think it's time to officially introduce you to my most beloved group of people, the Mushy Tofu Community! Which is just a fake name to cover the real identity of our group name.

Hi, it's been awhile since I wrote.

So a lot of things happened. Most of my friends move from  school, a few came, the school gain new rules and more tiring changes.

I say that, staying in a school that progresses a lot of changes is tiring too. Moving school isn't the only thing where you need to blend in with the new changes, staying in the same school is too. The new kids, the new teachers, the new rules, it's tiring. And I'm pretty much tired and sick of them all now.

Being a Sophomore in Al-Taqwa College Ind. is confusing. The system of the school changes a lot and it's hard for the students to cooperate. Although I've only been here since March the 5th on 2012, I can feel that it's hard to cooperate with the system/changes. My class consists of only 7 students. 6 girls and one boy. I was kinda expecting extra new students for a good change, and turns out we only got one new girl.

I miss my friends and I miss having them around. Seeing them at school excites me and can make my day a whole lot better, not lying. I remember once my classmate came to school for no apparent reason in my acknowledgements and seeing his straight face and pale body did excite me. It's like as if I was to have class with him and the rest of the Ridiculously Acht students again. But no, I just saw him that day and no, I wasn't having classes with RA students again or him.

I'm not that sad about them now, because at some point I know I will move on and start living the moment. I try to be happy and to accept everything, I try. Maybe people don't see it much, but I don't think it's their case because nobody really cares of what others are worried about anyway so it doesn't matter.

It's a tough beginning but I know that everything will be okay in the end. Anyways, it is the month of Ramadhan! May Allah bless you all. Thanks for reading, if you ever came this far.

Lol, Zee.

It is -as everyone know, the last year for most 9 graders to gather in the school. What I mean is that in a few weeks, we will soon be parting away for a lot of us will move school.