House in a Snowstorm

Trapped in a tempest

Stepping through the extreme wind

My eyes dimly caught a silhouette

Where a house stood

Snow wildly bumped the land

Covering my sight

I missed that bond

That reminded me

Of every single day and night

I spent with all of you

I found a warmth

Peeking from the windows

I began to run

Against the wind

On a path

Which led me to the togetherness

That awaited me

House In A Snowstorm. That’s the title of the painting above. I had been making this painting for about a week. I seldom make a painting out of watercolours and that’s why the result isn’t very good :(.

By the way, it reminded me of when I was small. At that time I’d ever had a thought of becoming a painter when I grow up. However, since I found out that I’m more interested in other things, I changed my mind.

It also reminded me of when I was in primary 1 and 2. On those school years, there was still the arts and craft lesson. For that lesson, we’re told to provide ourselves with an A3-sized drawing book for each of us and we placed them in the cupboard at our classroom, so that we didn’t need to bring them everyday. My classmates often asked me to draw something for them in their drawing books. It wasn’t for the lesson, but it’s for their own desire. Since I enjoyed it, I rarely refused their requests. They even seemed to line up and wait for their turns for me to draw for each of them. Once they came to me in a big number at a time, until I felt confused of what to draw on their drawing books :P… Asking me to draw for them was like their common habit, but in the next school year, it stopped.

Besides my classmates, my cousins usually ask me to draw something for them too, everytime we gathered at our grandma’s house. Sometimes they also ask my sister to draw for them.

Everytime the people who have requested me to draw for them receive the drawings from me, they all look happy. In fact, seeing their pleased expressions makes me feel the same way too :)…

Studying in the Lab

Since Monday, something went wrong with the AC in my classroom―its water was dripping. And that incident caused many problems to both the teachers and the students, such as:

    1. the water from the AC made the classroom’s floor very dirty and slippery. So we had to get a mop to wipe it out for many times;
    2. the teachers could hardly reach the whiteboard, because the floor in front of it was wet;
    3. we also had to get a bucket and place it under the AC to collect the dripping water;
    4. but it wasn’t a good idea, because the bucket moved every time someone accidentally kicked it. And it caused the water to drip (again) on the floor;
    5. one of my classmates, Alvin, slipped over on that area while he was chasing Glen (it successfully made the whole class laugh :D); and
    6. the water would stop dripping if the AC was switched off, but as the price, it would also make the classroom hot.

Due to those reasons, we had no choice better than moving to another available classroom. We did that as what Bu TB suggested last Wednesday. That’s at the period of her subject, IPS or Social Studies in Indonesian, and it’s right before the first break. After asking permission from Mr. Rick, our homeroom teacher who’s also our English teacher, we moved out.

The break time was almost used up for moving. At first, after packing our things, we moved to grade 9A’s classroom (the grade 9 students weren’t going to school as they had already finished their national exams). But when we reached there, we just realised that the room was locked. One of my classmates looked for the OG to ask for the key, while the others waited in front of the room, carrying their bags. After a moment the OG came with the classroom key. However, the door still couldn’t be opened although she’d tried to unlock it with the key.  Watching that incident, some of my friends helped her to unlock the door. It took a quite long time and the break’s almost over. So, we put our things on the corridor’s floor and some of us, including me, chose to have their recess there while the others quickly went downstairs to the canteen.

We were relieved that they finally managed to open the door before the bell rang. But after we went inside and placed our things, we noticed that the AC in that room wasn’t working. So Mr. Rick instructed us to move to the science lab on the third floor. How tiring it is! 😛

We went downstairs and entered the lab. Unlike our classroom, the science lab is twice larger. We sat together around one of the two lab tables, which each is enough for twenty students (we were sixteen). I had a feeling that my classmates really enjoyed it there; the mischievous boys removed a hand of the human skeleton model and then used it to surprise and frighten the others, such as putting it on a girl’s shoulder, and once Glen asked a friend to shake hands with him, while that skeleton’s hand was held by his palm which he wanted to shake with that person; Devin peeked through the skull’s eye of the model that shows the inner organs of the half-human body and murmured, “The human brain is so scary…”

Most of us (including me :3) were amazed by the chairs in the lab―it can be set to be both low and high. At Pak Kriston’s subject, matematika (mathematics in Indonesian), Devin walked around and purposely set the chair of each student to become low without asking their permission earlier. I was surprised that my classmates who were sitting suddenly looked shorter right after he did it ;). Plus, the top part of the chair can also be turned. I think Glen likes this feature a lot; he continuously turned his chair until Ms. Mary Grace or Ms. MG, our science teacher, scolded him because he did that instead of paying attention to her while she’s teaching.

On the next day, when we’re having our English quiz during the writing subject, Angel curiously asked Mr. Rick about the digestive system of a chicken after she saw its illustrations hung on the wall. He only laughed and asked her back, “Why are you asking about that non-related topic while the others are busy asking about this quiz?” And the rest laughed too :D.

After a Writer’s Block

Wow. It’s been a long time since I did my last post. Actually I’m still new to what is called blogging. And sometimes I was too confused about what to write :(…

A few days ago, I felt relieved as I finally continued my story after a quite long writer’s block, although it’s only in a small number of paragraphs. I’d started this novel when I was at primary 6. But I’ve never shown it to anyone. Speaking of that, I began to love writing narratives since about last year. Once an idea for this novel struck my mind, my handphone is my first aid―I quickly get it with me and type the contents of my new idea before I forget (to be honest, I’m quite forgetful :P). Then there goes the time when I transfer the notes filled with my ideas that I’ve typed on my handphone to the file in my computer. Currently, this story has reached its second chapter.

The abbreviation of its title is HSH and this is my first novel. I write this story in Indonesian, only that the title is in English. Before I was thinking that I would work on this idea in the form of manga. But then I changed my mind and turn it into a novel. The genres for HSH are comedy and drama, with a little mystery. It tells about a girl, approximately a year younger than me, called Ashley. One day in a weekend, for many times she’s tricked by her family, which consists of both her parents, her older sister, Kathy, and her younger brother, Rob. I was surprised that when I entered grade 7, I found out that the name of a new student in 7B is similar to the name of Ashley’s sister :D. So, for some reason, Ashley’s family tricked her until finally she became very angry. She could no longer put up with their weird but annoying behaviour, and then she went away and left the four of them.

Besides HSH, I’m also in the mid of my way in making a one shot manga, which I planned to be the first comic that I make seriously unlike when I was still small. So, when I was stuck in HSH, I leave it for a while and try to continue the one shot. I’ll be back to HSH again when I got another idea of what to write there.

I just realized that besides drawing, I love making stories too, both in the manga form and in the novel form ;).