I wish I were a little better at English. The thought crossed my mind when one of my old classmates (jokingly?) asked me when I am going to publish my English novel. I was like, I blog to differ? D: Okay, bad pun. My English has been deteriorating in lightning speed for some time. What with my graduating from college and stepping down as moderator in CT, I don’t really have people with whom I can speak / type English to anymore. I already have problem in writing this blog. If this keeps going on, I’ll be lucky to form a coherent sentence every now and then x___X

Everyone here seems to be very fluent both in speaking and writing. I wonder how do you guys learn and practise? I know some countries are just more exposed to the language in daily basis. But I’m not even that great in Indonesian either, so IDK.

I didn’t learn the normal way, I don’ t think. *long story warning* I started at age 14 by way of heavy reading, and even that was only because I was laughed at in class when I mistakenly wrote ’shit’ instead of ’sheet’. That was embarassing XD Anyway, should I peruse my dictionary often? And by often I mean, more than once? I honestly think the only time I ever consult my dictionary, which I conveniently left in Indonesia, is always to see if the word ‘tomorrow’ goes with 2 m’s or 2 r’s. I can’t seem to remember which, no matter how frequently I googled it. As for the rest of the vocabularies in the English language, I could never be bothered to check and used my lucky guess instead (and here I’m wondering why I am bad at it, lol).

Comments and tips are LOVED, merely reading this will be LOVED and THANKED WITH MISTY EYES.  And until I somehow manage to master the skill to write decently, please bear with constant bad English, grammatical errors and lots of movie references.

P.S. I just found a recording of Hugh Laurie (Dr. House), our favorite Vicodin addict, singing a song titled, ‘Steffi is an angel’. The lyrics are dedicated to the tennis prodigy, Steffi Graff (also the origin of my name). I mean, Steffi is officially a song title. How cool am I is that?

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which one of these qualifies as gold color?

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Surely not this one?? o____o

I concede I’m a bit color challenged and need help.

My dad, uncles and aunt are holding a 50th wedding anniv for my grandparents in June. I’m ecstatic to go back to Medan again but there is a Catch that deserves a capital (now you all know I’m a huge Catch-22 fan, so vain, yeah…)

The MC has this idea that since it’s a Golden wedding, “How appropriate it is (for every male and female in the family) to have gold color as the dress code??!11″, he said, completely ignoring the facts that:
1. Gold dresses are so passe,
2. Guys don’t wear gold, ’cept Austin and Eric Tsang (it’s their job description)
3. The building will be filled with people who look like they just come from Austin Powers set,
4. Gold does not look flattering on me :X
I tell you, those are enough reasons already to get handcuffed by the Fashion Police… Maybe should report him?

Either way, I’ll be wearing a tube dress. Not floor length though cuz I’m extremely short, 3/4 is my floor length x__x

And back to the question, which one do you think is gold color? Be honest, but feel free to throw a white lie or two

P.S. Do you think I can perhaps pass this one as a gold dress?

Can always say that strawberry juice pours all over what used to be gold dress. Accidentally.

Or this Veronica Mars prom dress?

No excuse for this.

Or … ?

Ok so, maybe not.

I still refuse to dress like Austin Powers though.

Photos from:
www.bestbridalprices.com

www.flickr.com/photos/rupertsanfordscutt

www.gojane.com

www.yahoo.com

www.vm-caps.com

Elliott, a Mayor from a small town paid a visit to his old friend, Lance, who had become a reputable Mayor in Lancashire.

“Wow, what is the secret of your success?”, asked Mr. Elliott, amazed at his friend’s grand house, complete with maids and a sour looking butler.

Pointing out to the window that revealed a view of the town’s half constructed bridge, and said, “You see that bridge?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

His friend smiled, then meaningfully answered, “20 percents.”

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Six months later, Mayor Lance received a letter inviting him to Elliott’s house for a dinner.

Intrigued, he visited his friend and was beyond shock to find a Porsche parked over a house even more luxurious than his.

During dinner, Lance couldn’t keep his curiosity any longer and asked, “So, pray tell, my friend, how do you manage to get this much wealth?”

Elliott put down his napkin and pointing over to the window overlooking an empty barren land, he asked, “You see that bridge?”

“What bridge?”, Lance answered, confused as ever.

Elliott smiled. He said, “100 percents.”

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I love this joke. Never gets old

Obama: “Clinton and I have had very cordial relations on the floor and off the floor.”

I hope I don’t scare you just yet with the horrible photograph. It gets better, promise! xD

New year is almost always synonymous with fireworks. Or in my case, TV program, where the MC does 10 seconds countdown, with everyone else in my household already fast asleep. Hell, I even watched ‘Love Actually’ with my little bro for 2007. For once, this year, we, as in me, my brothers and my mum, decided to leave our warm hotel beds and watched the fireworks. Surprise, surprise.

We went to a bakery inside the lobby, with a very strategic view overlooking the spot wherein said event was to be held. Naturally, almost all chairs were taken, good seats and even the not so good ones, which we took. . I fixed myself a cup of hot chocolate, and the cheesecake was yum~

Fifteen minutes into the 1st day of 2008, there were hundreds or so people awaiting for the New Year Countdown. I have never witnessed such fabulous and noisy fireworks up-close (read: not in the room / inside car). Never mind that I was ever so alone outside the cold. They had refused to join me earlier, opting to stay inside cuz it was way too crowded, and unsafe, and cold, basically crowded. But someone’s got to be the photographer *lol*

I didn’t know which part of their reluctance that made me more surprised. That I finally admitted my family are not really big on holidays, nor are they ever going to be, or if it is the realization that dawned on me that I’m so much like Izzie from Grey’s Anatomy, festive moods, crazy holiday spirits and all (I hate Izzie ~_~), while my family are Meredith and George and Cristina and Alex, who don’t believe in Santa Claus (Sorry for TV reference xD). I decided that that was one of Izzie’s acceptable qualities. Not that she had many.

Oh dear. Everywhere I looked at- not that there was much to look, I could barely move myself without getting lost in the human wave- there were couples, young and old, families with small kids … And I swore that the lovey-dovey couple beside me, who could easily be charged with PDA overdose, also attempted to literally blow my eardrums (not to mention eyesight) with their paper trumpets. I now dislike paper trumpets with passion :/

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00:00, 1st January 2008. The fireworks started and ended after a magical 15 minutes, which I abso- InsertSanriotownBannedWordHere- lutely adore!

Right then and there, I wish I had a Severus Snape of my own, too