My Kind of Christmas and New Year Celebration!

All I want to say here is ‘EXCELLENT!’.

Today I attended school almost freely. No backpack at all. No pain at all. No worries at all. F-R-E-E! When the others still wore their backpacks, I didn’t bring anything, literally. I only brought my cell phone and some money and bubblegums. I woke up at 6.45 am this morning, took a shower, brush my teeth, and went. But my father drove me (and my mother and my sister) to the airport, because my sister had her flight today at 7.30 am. She went to Singapore by Jakarta.

At first I went mad because I worried I would be late, because it was 6.40, according to my car’s CD player’s clock, but when I checked the time in my cell phone, I was pretty sure it’s just 6.37 (Well, my father set the CD player’s clock to be 3 to 5 minutes sooner so I should go mad easily — oops.. I mean, my father wants me to be more discipline )

I signed up and we went to auditorium at 7.15 am. After the Family of Loyola College (or so called KKL ) from eleventh and twelfth grade has come, the Mass started. It was rather boring — well, at least, for me and Maya.. But it was all OK.

After the Mass ended, the celebration started. The Master (and Mistress?) of Ceremony were Chella and Anus. As usual, they received SMS from The Family of Loyola College (FLC — or KKL ) and they read it. Well — there WERE a lot of messages which were not sent by the person said: for example Pukon. Somebody (I don’t know who exactly sent it, but perhaps Kenzy or Victor? ) sent a message to Chella and Anus, more or less like this one:

“To:  Louisa XC

muah! muah! muah! (imitating the sound of kiss)

From: Dimas XA”

Well, it was a bit funny and, as I mentioned before, there WERE a lot of messages like that one.

And–well, there also were a lot of bands, mostly independent bands, played some songs, let’s say “top forty” in particular. LJB a bit disappointed me for playing pop songs in pop manner. Or was it jazz songs? I don’t know it exactly, but as far as I ‘learned’ from Frank Sinatra, jazz is jazz and should be played ‘jazz’-ly. Or it is just me too often listen to Frank Sinatra’s kind of jazz? I don’t know.

And there were a silly game or two.. Whatever! I found it was pretty hard to sit fixedly, so I went out to pee and met Kris and Edwin, so we walked together. But we went back to auditorium not long after. As the time went by, minister of pastoral service (I don’t find another word but this to translate ‘pamong’ ) announce that Monday we will have a day off.. And then he praised PAL, LV, the bands, and all of FLC.

Don’t forget to mention, there was a new father came to Loyola! His name is Widyo, so he should be called ‘Terwid’ I would like to find out how he is.. Will he teach us? Who knows.. Let us just say he’s mysterious!!

NB: How is my English? It is the first time I write in full English! But I think I will also release this in Indonesian version.. ■