.:a sUdDeN sLiP:.

5th July 2005 - 3:00 AM

I can’t sleep the whole night. Ok, I admit, I’m too excited about the next day, that I’ll reach Paris, the land  I had dreamed for soo long,…and for another reason too,I havent finish packing up.

at 3 AM..everything is ready to go..I glimpsed at the clock, and it seems I still have another 1 and a half hour  to wander around doing nothing..I’m too afraid to sleep,worrying I might wake up late the next day…I couldnt take any risk

so I sat down on the floor (which I had  removed the carpet earlier that evening)..and recall back what had happened the past few days

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I believed none of us can ever forget the dreadful weeks of preparation for biochemistry final examination..it’s a mind-torturing,physical-restless,and metabolism wasting period…it’s biochem day and night, everywhere,everytime,..not a single moment passed without any biochem things in my mind…

For 3 weeks I had to isolated myself during daytime in biochem department, facing the big awkward METABOLISM CHARTS..and worrying that I might need the map back at hostel, I did one of those crazy people did..no, I didnt blend them into a drinkable mixture,…I did something worse…copying up almost the whole chart into pieces of A4 papers glued together…me hate biochem

The good thing is..I wasnt alone..here and then, either Atak or Rita accompanied me there..of course there’s time when I was all alone, and all the lab assistace stared at me like saying "look at that nerd" or "is he the new cleaner???"…fuck!!! I hate ‘em (and I said that in the most ‘genera’l" way..including all the Russian I had met until now)

the examination day came…and despite of my result, I cant hide my disappointment on what happened to Atak..fuck!! that just add up to the "sum of all hatred" I have on those Russians….what does Zaitsev suppose to mean when he said "that’s really u’r real marks"….it cause even me to fell soooo down..I even started to think back..whether I really worth the mark I got..or simply bcoz of  all the corruption, so I got to be the lucky one, and someone had to take the unfortunate place…f**ck!! (no, I’m not covering up those letters for these Russians..FUCK u!!!)…ok, I’m going over the limit…would someone hold me down??

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despite my disappointment, the preparation to France must go on…within 5 days, we had make sure we have everything that we need…down here I would like to enlist my thanks for those helping me out ..

1.Blue - for his bagpack and digital camera…u’ve been so much help…and really I’m proud walking around with the bagpack and claiming "It’s Helmi’s bagpack"..although the Helmi I referred is you

2.Bone- for his handphone all the time when so suddenly my baby Nokia 3650 swtiched off for good

3.Azali- for his mobile phone that I carried all the way to France…hey, u’r phone had touched the French soil (I said that in the most literal way..u got what I mean?)

4.Atak- ok…he did most of the work..especially those online booking things…the whole thing won’t happen if he didnt sort things out

5.Ezzra..for lending his Video Cam…that;s really enlisted in my "Top 10 deeds people made to me"…..thank you..tq…tq….tq….tq….tq….tq…..tq…..tq….(couldnt this screen be any more bigger?)

6.and another bunch of people which I didnt have the chance to enlist here..ok I’ll promise I’m gonna mention u;r name at the end of this travel journal…yes…in the acknowledgement part

I couldnt help but laugh when we received our flight ticket…it was hand-written..could u believe it!!!???..it just confirming how the Russians really love their ancient method of bureaucracy

by the way,have I told u all how hard is it for us to get our visa…ok…its better for me to stop here..I think u all can already guess what happened between us and the f**Cked up Larissa..I give the chance for other people to lay their curse on her

the luggage ready..my room had been all clear up…passport and visa..the pressed shirt for next day…6 video cam tapes…empty memory card…..ok..everything checked!!!

kRinGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the alarm from Azhar’s room woke me up from my day-dreaming (well…to be more precise..it wasn’t day actually)..it’s 4 AM…time for me to get to the bathroom and change into my travel gear..

to be continued….

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