New Year’s Eve, on the day that My Skirt got BURNT
31 December 2005. It’s new years’ eve. Busy busy busy. First, i have to move to the other side of Dorus. Sharing a family room with Endah, my future room mate. It’s bigger, closer to Ita and of course, cheaper (what else?). After struggling with my essay (not to mention that i was sick at that time. My jaws hurt and the doctor only gave me some pain killer.. ouch… typical ducth doctor!), i finally moved in to my new room. Got a new couch
We also have some Phillipino friends, Agnes, Cates, Rommel and Jason with their two bowls of sour chicken. Yummy. I didn’t cook (wow…tumben) We lit some fireworks in the garden. That was beautiful. We went to the beach together, took some pictures, and enjoy the fireworks.
Then, it turned to a battle field. Firecracker battlefield. Some crazy people just threw small firecracker to other people. We were taking pictures together when a small firecracker landed on my skirt. I instanly jumped, of course. It finally get off (but i didn’t know it already get off, so i was still jumping around :P), but it burnt my skirt. Not just my skirt, it went to my long john and finally, my skin! Damn. It is my favourite skirt, you bastard. Ups, sorry for my languange..:-) Then i have to clean up my skin and give some betadine. The worst thing is, i didn’t know who the bastard was..:-(
But the next morning was okay. We witnessed the dutch tradition of taking off their clothes as minimum as they can and do this mid-day swimming at the beach. I can’t believe it. I mean, swimming in those brown sands, brown water (as compare to those white sand and blue water in Lombok :-P) hahaha. Anyway, i got new friends. A cute light brown teddy bear (i haven’t named him, yet). A charity, for kids with cancer. I put him on the couch, next to that light blue teddy bear and my beloved porky 
