....or not? But actually, it's really good to finally be back home :D

Life's been good to me for the past 1 year, thankfully. In one of my older posts, I'd mentioned that some of my friends from my homeroom class had transferred. This time, another 2 friends will be gone. Again. Now I learn that not every story has its own happy ending.

I've learned maaannyy priceless things for this past one year, from my new life in Sedes, actually. I personally thanked God because he had led me to the right path, which is transferring to a boarding school. At first I thought it was a very bad idea, but then as time goes on, as life moves on, I guess if I'm still staying in Batam, I will learn nothing and still following my life like an overflowing river. (What the fuck Janet what are you talking about?) Anyways, cursing seems to be my #1 hobby. Although in Java I've tried to reduce saying bad words, but this is Batam, dude. Old habbit never dies. :D

Everything started off with MOSA (Masa Orientasi Siswa Asrama). Those times were really the hardest time I had ever encountered in my life. Can you imagine? On the first day living in God-knows-where and with God-knows-who without parents nor families, those seniors of an asshole were shouting and yelling here and there, telling us to do this faster, that faster. TBH it made my blood boils. And that was the worst three days of my life ever.


I wanted to slap my seniors hard in the ass. I'm not even joking. Yeah I was that mad D:<

But then, after those three days in hell, exactly after our walking trip to Kerep (10km of walking dude, I could feel the bones of my feet cracking), there were no more grudges against my seniors, and after we went home and I actually took a bath after three days only brushing my teeth and washing my face, I felt so fresh and dormitory felt like home.

After that there was a small mass attended by all Sedes's occupants. I was to bring the offering with my friend from the class next door (X2) and that was the day my love story started. Sounds so cliched but hey I'm telling the truuuth :) July 14 2011 will always be kept in mind.

And then life goes on just like that. Before everyone knows, it's already midtest, and then final exam of the first semester comes. I've got the chance to walk for another several miles (not sure how many though) in the dark for the scout's program. I went home to Batam, went back to the holy jail and life went on just like that.

Many things I learned, what hit me the most was the friendship I experienced. It was nothing like how I established my friendship in Batam. It was something new, it was more. In Batam I learned how to make friends, in Java I learned how to suffer together with friends. I learned the importance of kinship, sharing, and other stuffs I wouldn't learn if I was still in Batam. I didn't say that Batam is no good place, but Java is just a better place to study new things. Like, you know how bored a person can be if they're repeating the same routine again and again for, like, 16 years? Not everyone will feel bored, but I'd better die.

Several pictures for the past one year:

















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Plus, if you're wondering, yeah, my life had been that great.