freaky Friday

Last Friday, 28.11.2008 was one of the most wonderful days in this month. Like always, I went to the campus at the first block, that day I had 2 Electrical Engineering-Lecture in a row, can’t never get enough, Haha. We learned the Resistant Measurement using Wheatstone bridge.
At noon, I got home, did some cook, and had a lunch.

Then I went downtown with Shinta, my roommate. I asked her a favor to be my advisor in choosing a coat. She’s a really good advisor, really. We left home at 3, went to Mediterraneo and some other shops, and arrived home at 6.
Crap! I almost didn’t have time to dress up and go to the theater. So I put on my nice black-batik gown quickly, and again, Shinta helped me done my hair and make up, haha. Danke berat Shinta sayang.
Almost 7 O’clock, I had an appointment with a friend to meet up in front of the theater at 7, and I knew I’m not gonna make it on time. On the way, I found him running, and spontaneously called him. He said that he missed the bus, so we walked to the theater, since it’s not so far away.

So that night we saw ballet performance, titled Don Juan. It tells a story about an adventure of a Casanova . He even killed a “husband” of one of the women he loved in a sword duel and a  girl who really loves him, that bastard got her totally head over heal, she’s always there every times the boy is down, but he always runs after other girls, poor girl.  I really love the beginning. That was so awesome. However, it was quite boring in the first half of the show though, so I paid more attention to the orchestra not the dancer.  After the break, it’s getting interesting. The dancing was cool and the storyline was also fine -need a lot of imagination though, since they didn’t say a word, and just danced- I think it would be more fascinating if they had better costume. Generally speaking, that was an impressive show.

After the opera, we went to the campus, which is located just right beside the theater. There was a party for international students. It was 9.30 when I came in, and there was none I know, so we decided to go home.
I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night sitting in my room, in front of my computer, so I persuaded my roommates to go the party, but they weren’t in the mood to go there, so we came to the decision to play cards in a cafe. So at 11oo Hans, Shinta and I went to the Cafe nearby and play two or three rounds of Capsa.
Until suddenly one of my friends on the party called me, then another friend phoned me and told me that he was waiting for me. On our way to the campus we came across other friend and visited a pal that moved that day to Bremerhaven. About one o’clock we arrived at the party. In spite of the fact that we didn’t know most of the song played, we danced a lot. Our group was like made a circle and danced like crazy. My Polish friend taught me a dance the name I can’t remember anymore. That dance has a lot of spin, I mean a lot. I got dizzy not because of the drink -since I drank no alcohol- but because of the dance.
When the music changed, the polish guy said, “Okay let’s dance the American style!”, and everybody continued dancing. I looked my friends from the US, and think, “hmmm,,, Okay. Our dancing style is totally different from those American guys, we danced more like they did in the movie”
Movies cause a lot of wrong impression about USA, I think. The American guys looked having a great fun and being on the loose. It was entertaining and far from hot or alluring, not even close.

At 3 O’clock in the morning the party was over. It took us more than one hour to get home -normally you can walk the route between my house and the university in only 20 minutes- one of my friends was drunk. He was totally conscious actually, he answered our question right, and he could count right as well. But he became very funny and talked a lot. The problem was, we stopped every 10 meters and chatted. How ridiculous! But that was really fun.
When I was right in front of my front door, I just realized that I forgot my key at the room. My cell phone was run out of the battery. I tried a thousand times ringing the bell, but nobody opened the door, well, considering it was 4 in the morning. So I walked to the dormitory to a friend’s room to borrow his phone. Finally I could get home, but  I just couldn’t jump to my bed. It’s like a habit to me to read the emails I received that day. Then I got into a very interesting debate via yahoo messenger with a friend in Indonesia.
And finally at 6 I went to bed and think what a wonderful day I’ve just had.