...lOnELy WeEkeNd...
Sigh~ Go on and laugh. Before u go any further in ur thoughts about how much of a loner I am, I should tell u that I'm not the freak, glasses-on-headphones-on kinda weirdO...^^ I have friends. To say a lot is a relative word... Ehmm~ but I have quite a few close friends=) So, why am I feeling lonely? u might ask... Beats me.
One of my close friends revealed his dark, hidden secret to me a few days back. He said that he felt so lonely sometimes that a message tone to his mobile would light up his whole face! Unfortunately, that lighted up face soon turned into a disappointed frown as he opened the message.
From: 1818
WIN!! a trip to Temptation Island!! to join simply blah blah blah~~
He said that going home early from uni wasn't all that good because he would have nothing to do before the night took over day. Sigh~ poor him. I comforted him and tried to cheer him up by advising him to add his list of daily activities. In spite this... Secretly, I was actually feeling the same way. Sometimes. Felt like everyone was having fun out there, while I was just staring blankly at the ceiling of my room. (-_-') That was what happened this weekend. (thank God it's coming to an end)
At those times, I always think of what my other friends are doing...~~ are they hanging out at the malls?? Are they watching a movie?? and the bored mind takes me to all kind of imaginations that make me feel not better, but worse. =(
After watching 2 two-hour movies, I decided. Before I'm drowned in the sea of boredom, I better escape to the dreamworld and let it take me to a hopefully UN-boring tomorrow...^^
So, how was ur weekend?? If it was just average or boring, join the club~~ but if it was good and full of fun...save it. hehehe~~ juz kiddin' ^___________^
Good-bye weekenD. Hello weEkdaYs!!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
....'s Next Top ModelEvery girl dreams of being a model. Or at least looking like one. Long, slender legs with body curves that are just right and not to mention all the branded 'It' items you get to wear!!
Sigh~ I wanna be a runaway model. Eventhough I know I would never be able to do it even if I own a God-given slim figure. Self-confidence. That, I think, is the most important element in a model's resume. And that's why I would never become a model because I lack of it. But, even knowing that fact, I still love to become a model. Oh well~
And then my chance came to truly experience it. Not a runaway model, but a hairstyle model. I'd have to say... I was flabbergasted!! Excited. Nervous. Mixed with all the other adjectives you can think of. I started imagining hairstylists busily blowing dry my hair; make-up artists continually putting on blusher, powder, eyeshadows on my face; and photographers instructing me to change poses after each click!
*PoOf*
True. Hairstylist do blow my hair busily. But in just 5 hours, my hair has been blown, curles, hairsprayed for umpteenth times!! The hair roots were starting to scream of pain and the hair ends have all become stiff.
and...
True. Make-up artist continually put blusher, powder, eyeshadows on my face. But I never thought it would last till hours!! I had to not only concentrate on keeping my face still but also try my best to hold down the tears that tend to fill my eyes everytime she (the make-up artist) placed the brush on my lower eye area.
and...
True. Photographers and pose director were instructing me to change poses after each click! But the holding of the pose for 1...then 2...then 3... then 4....then 20 minutes!! wasn't quite fun
it was strenously tiring. It not only drains your energy, but also your appetite~~ (no wonder models never find it too hard to keep in shape) Sigh~After my experience, I didn't regret trying it out. It was a good and memorable experience. I would never really dream of becoming a model again. But inside me, I still want to look like one!! hahaha~ guess that will never change for any girl
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Short for A Change
Long hair. Curly long hair. Definitely what I had in mind. Had.
You know Mary-Kate & Ashley’s seemingly-natural curly, long hairs…I always want those kinds. Wanting them to a point that I decided, one day, to perm my hair! It was a big mistake. Luckily for most of you, actually for me, first few weeks of my permed hair weren’t really documented. By that I meant, not much pictures were taken or meetings were done of me with my super, overly curly hairdo. Phew~ FYI…I did blame the Korean hairdresser who did it even though I loved it after a few weeks.
Now, what in the world was I thinking having a short hair for a change?? Well it’s obvious. I was forced into it. Short hair for me is history. Unpleasant history. I’ll tell you why…
My mom’s a big fan of short hairs. Still is. Since I cut my hair short at nine, she has made me believe that short hair is the best hair cut in the whole wide world. Of course, the silly-unfashionable me then, fell right for it. It was a really unstylish short hair I had. Just imagine a helmet on a girl’s head. Yeap. That bad.
I know it’s in right now. Thanks to Victoria Beckham and Rihanna. But I would never have imagined myself in one, would I? I just did! And it turned into reality…
As much as I missed my long, curly hair…what’s done is done. Just have to mo-o-ove on. Maybe this bob style isn’t that bad. For one, it’s hassle-free! Secondly, it prevents the back acne I sometimes get. You know what…? It actually makes my thin hair looks a bit fuller too. Not to mention it could actually save the usage of shampoo! Ha-ha~
Short for a change? Not the first. But the last. Maybe^^
Long hair. Curly long hair. Definitely what I had in mind. Had.
You know Mary-Kate & Ashley’s seemingly-natural curly, long hairs…I always want those kinds. Wanting them to a point that I decided, one day, to perm my hair! It was a big mistake. Luckily for most of you, actually for me, first few weeks of my permed hair weren’t really documented. By that I meant, not much pictures were taken or meetings were done of me with my super, overly curly hairdo. Phew~ FYI…I did blame the Korean hairdresser who did it even though I loved it after a few weeks.
Now, what in the world was I thinking having a short hair for a change?? Well it’s obvious. I was forced into it. Short hair for me is history. Unpleasant history. I’ll tell you why…
My mom’s a big fan of short hairs. Still is. Since I cut my hair short at nine, she has made me believe that short hair is the best hair cut in the whole wide world. Of course, the silly-unfashionable me then, fell right for it. It was a really unstylish short hair I had. Just imagine a helmet on a girl’s head. Yeap. That bad.
I know it’s in right now. Thanks to Victoria Beckham and Rihanna. But I would never have imagined myself in one, would I? I just did! And it turned into reality…
As much as I missed my long, curly hair…what’s done is done. Just have to mo-o-ove on. Maybe this bob style isn’t that bad. For one, it’s hassle-free! Secondly, it prevents the back acne I sometimes get. You know what…? It actually makes my thin hair looks a bit fuller too. Not to mention it could actually save the usage of shampoo! Ha-ha~
Short for a change? Not the first. But the last. Maybe^^
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Hide and Seek
It was the start of Ramadhan holidays. A 12-days holiday. To have fun? Or to prepare for the upcoming examination? Only a strong determination and perseverance will do the latter^^
For us, the 1st day only has one word attached to it --- fun, fun, and FUN!!!=)
The girls, as stereotyped, wanted to do some sports to shed the extra fat off. That was the reason behind the plan to play basketball and swim afterwards. And again, as stereotyped, for the girls, doing sports under the sun’s scorching ‘stare’ is a big NO*___*. Which pushed the basketball-swimming plan to a late afternoon, or should I say, an early evening?
As always, plans never go as they are…err…planned. After all the rush preparations, swimsuits, goggles, change clothes, sandals, sport shoes, towels, and toiletries in a sport bag, we headed to our destination. Eventhough the journey took us more than an hour, we were hopeful of the cold water waiting for us. Then, the unexpected arrived. All the facilities were closed for the holidays!! Why? Maybe because the whole university is closed. Or maybe simply because there were no cleaners willing to miss out the biggest holiday in Indonesia. Sigh~
Disappointed, we brainstormed for other alternatives. Imperial Sports Club? Expensive (if caught, since we were actually planning to sneak=P ). Viper? Eww~ dirty, muddy, slimy swimming pools? Not a chance. Amartha Pura Apartment? Possible except going home with a drenched hair and chlorine-smelling body wasn’t an option. After a brief 10 minutes, we came up with a change of plan. Riding bicycles and jogging at Chintia’s housing complex. Sounds err…gr…great. Actually, it was better than sitting down at Coffee Bean and storing up fat instead of burning it.
Guess what?! One of the two bikes tires were flat!!*___* By the time we have finished complaining and all, the sun has almost set in. Then, we came up with an even brilliant idea --- hide and seek.
The location was suitable, considering the houses have no gates, leaving the beautiful garden and cars-filled garages open. The lighting was perfect --- just enough orange, dim, street lights. Lastly, the neighborhood was ideal --- quiet and not crowded. At all.
We hid behind bushes, at the back of cars, and even inside the cars!! Of course, it would be one of our cars^^ At one time, hiding, behind a car parked at a garage, I imagined how funny it would be if the owner of the house opened the garage door, to find three sweaty, anxious-looking people squatting down near his/her car!! Hahaha~ Luckily, it didn’t happen. The game would have stopped and we would go home with scoldings and naggings if it did. Phew~
It was never as planned. But it was over-the-sky FUN!! And definitely something we hadn’t done before =) The almost-2-hour trip wasn’t a waste after all~
Happy Holidays!!^____^
(okay...i know by now it's over=P sorrie~~late post hehehe)
It was the start of Ramadhan holidays. A 12-days holiday. To have fun? Or to prepare for the upcoming examination? Only a strong determination and perseverance will do the latter^^
For us, the 1st day only has one word attached to it --- fun, fun, and FUN!!!=)
The girls, as stereotyped, wanted to do some sports to shed the extra fat off. That was the reason behind the plan to play basketball and swim afterwards. And again, as stereotyped, for the girls, doing sports under the sun’s scorching ‘stare’ is a big NO*___*. Which pushed the basketball-swimming plan to a late afternoon, or should I say, an early evening?
As always, plans never go as they are…err…planned. After all the rush preparations, swimsuits, goggles, change clothes, sandals, sport shoes, towels, and toiletries in a sport bag, we headed to our destination. Eventhough the journey took us more than an hour, we were hopeful of the cold water waiting for us. Then, the unexpected arrived. All the facilities were closed for the holidays!! Why? Maybe because the whole university is closed. Or maybe simply because there were no cleaners willing to miss out the biggest holiday in Indonesia. Sigh~
Disappointed, we brainstormed for other alternatives. Imperial Sports Club? Expensive (if caught, since we were actually planning to sneak=P ). Viper? Eww~ dirty, muddy, slimy swimming pools? Not a chance. Amartha Pura Apartment? Possible except going home with a drenched hair and chlorine-smelling body wasn’t an option. After a brief 10 minutes, we came up with a change of plan. Riding bicycles and jogging at Chintia’s housing complex. Sounds err…gr…great. Actually, it was better than sitting down at Coffee Bean and storing up fat instead of burning it.
Guess what?! One of the two bikes tires were flat!!*___* By the time we have finished complaining and all, the sun has almost set in. Then, we came up with an even brilliant idea --- hide and seek.
The location was suitable, considering the houses have no gates, leaving the beautiful garden and cars-filled garages open. The lighting was perfect --- just enough orange, dim, street lights. Lastly, the neighborhood was ideal --- quiet and not crowded. At all.
We hid behind bushes, at the back of cars, and even inside the cars!! Of course, it would be one of our cars^^ At one time, hiding, behind a car parked at a garage, I imagined how funny it would be if the owner of the house opened the garage door, to find three sweaty, anxious-looking people squatting down near his/her car!! Hahaha~ Luckily, it didn’t happen. The game would have stopped and we would go home with scoldings and naggings if it did. Phew~
It was never as planned. But it was over-the-sky FUN!! And definitely something we hadn’t done before =) The almost-2-hour trip wasn’t a waste after all~
Happy Holidays!!^____^
(okay...i know by now it's over=P sorrie~~late post hehehe)
Friday, September 21, 2007
toO inNoCenT
it hurts.
but when funny faces are made, all of it went *pOoF*
it's annoying.
but when jokes are made, all of it went down the drain~~
it's pissing me off.
but when smiles are in the air, all of it gone into the wind~~
it's sadness.
but when laughters are let out, all of it turned into smiles.
it's disappointment.
but when dances are seen, all of it turned into contentment.
it's cries.
but when the hums to a tune is heard, all of it turned into laughters.
iNnOceNce. doesn't mean u're childish^^
just means that u're helpless when it comes to other people's feelings.
just means that u can't stand looking at angry faces.
just means that u're stuck in a self-forgiving state.
just means that it's me. and is it a blessing? .... ....?*____*
Thursday, September 06, 2007
tiMe fLieS?!
One of my affiliates, Comberan*, just turned 22 a few days ago. Hold it. Before u even think of assuming me as being 22 too (emm~~ that actually rhymes^^), I’m still 5 months away to becoming a head 2. Pause. *sNaP!!* Okay. Back to my corny yet funny affiliate. “WoOw~ that’s o-ooLd!!” u high-schoolers might say; or, “WoOw~~ what was I like again when I was that age?!” for u successfully working-married ones. Well for us, uniform seasons are certainly a history, but suits & ties aren’t the fashion just yet.
I’m the youngest in my family of five. At a big dinner gathering with my mom’s relatives, I’m still the youngest. Well, u might be wondering why I seemed sad to be the supposedly-most-loved, most-spoilt, most-irresponsible-yet-still-be-protected youngest child. *noD* *nOd* I admit that being the youngest isn’t all that bad~~ For instance, when I was an adolescent, whenever my cousins teased me, all I had to do is use the most powerful and deathly weapon in Mother’s world, CRY~~ I would just started crying and all my cousins’ satisfied-laughing faces turned into scowls, then fearful ones. Yeaa~~ that’s what I’m talking about. The power of tears~~ However, this weapon has an expiry date. It’s not gonna work once you become a teenager. If you ever dare, all you’ll probably get is more teases and bullies saying u’re a “weepy, crying Mommy’s baby”. Now, you wouldn’t want that, would u?! ^^
Despite all the good things that fall to e youngest child, one of the downside of being e youngest is u won’t feel that u’re ever old enough. Some of u might say that it’s a good thing. Save all the anti-ageing money for other stuff is not a bad idea~~ But, think about it. My friend has started driving a car recently to church because she has younger siblings to count on her to drive. For me? I have only managed to drive around my housing complex because I always have someone to drive for me. LAW: e eldest learns to drive 1st. “U’re 19?!?! I can’t believe u’ve grown older now~~ but u’ll always be the baby of the family” sounds familiar?! Maybe not.
19~~ in 5 months I’m gonna be 20!! Time flies or am I just too forgetful to remember all that’s happened in the past…err...10 years?!?! (considering before the age of 9 I would still be half conscious with whateva I’m doing)
What have I done those past years?! (except the wagging of bOring classes and the oh-so-dramatic Korean series~~) Have I changed as a person?? Have I grown matured?! Or have I gained weight?! *___* (argh~~ stoP it!! my self-conscious side is eluding out!!) Were there memories?? en lastly...Have I made myself seven lOveAbLe-yet-cHeeSy-but-still-cUte-and-always-there4me friends?? Definitely…^^
Time flies, I know. But what I've found will never be forgotten~~
Dedicated to d’brandalz~~
*name has been changed due to confidentiality:P
One of my affiliates, Comberan*, just turned 22 a few days ago. Hold it. Before u even think of assuming me as being 22 too (emm~~ that actually rhymes^^), I’m still 5 months away to becoming a head 2. Pause. *sNaP!!* Okay. Back to my corny yet funny affiliate. “WoOw~ that’s o-ooLd!!” u high-schoolers might say; or, “WoOw~~ what was I like again when I was that age?!” for u successfully working-married ones. Well for us, uniform seasons are certainly a history, but suits & ties aren’t the fashion just yet.
I’m the youngest in my family of five. At a big dinner gathering with my mom’s relatives, I’m still the youngest. Well, u might be wondering why I seemed sad to be the supposedly-most-loved, most-spoilt, most-irresponsible-yet-still-be-protected youngest child. *noD* *nOd* I admit that being the youngest isn’t all that bad~~ For instance, when I was an adolescent, whenever my cousins teased me, all I had to do is use the most powerful and deathly weapon in Mother’s world, CRY~~ I would just started crying and all my cousins’ satisfied-laughing faces turned into scowls, then fearful ones. Yeaa~~ that’s what I’m talking about. The power of tears~~ However, this weapon has an expiry date. It’s not gonna work once you become a teenager. If you ever dare, all you’ll probably get is more teases and bullies saying u’re a “weepy, crying Mommy’s baby”. Now, you wouldn’t want that, would u?! ^^
Despite all the good things that fall to e youngest child, one of the downside of being e youngest is u won’t feel that u’re ever old enough. Some of u might say that it’s a good thing. Save all the anti-ageing money for other stuff is not a bad idea~~ But, think about it. My friend has started driving a car recently to church because she has younger siblings to count on her to drive. For me? I have only managed to drive around my housing complex because I always have someone to drive for me. LAW: e eldest learns to drive 1st. “U’re 19?!?! I can’t believe u’ve grown older now~~ but u’ll always be the baby of the family” sounds familiar?! Maybe not.
19~~ in 5 months I’m gonna be 20!! Time flies or am I just too forgetful to remember all that’s happened in the past…err...10 years?!?! (considering before the age of 9 I would still be half conscious with whateva I’m doing)
What have I done those past years?! (except the wagging of bOring classes and the oh-so-dramatic Korean series~~) Have I changed as a person?? Have I grown matured?! Or have I gained weight?! *___* (argh~~ stoP it!! my self-conscious side is eluding out!!) Were there memories?? en lastly...Have I made myself seven lOveAbLe-yet-cHeeSy-but-still-cUte-and-always-there4me friends?? Definitely…^^
Time flies, I know. But what I've found will never be forgotten~~
Dedicated to d’brandalz~~
*name has been changed due to confidentiality:P
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
eVerYtHinG is U
Morning.
Sleeping underneath a blanket. Warmth.
Her warm innocent smile.
Taking a cold shower. Refreshing.
Her round eyes, full of mischief and surprises.
Waiting for a bus at the bus stop. Patient.
Her comforting attempts when he's down.
Afternoon.
Eating lunch at a restaurant. Satisfying.
Her small talks once in a while.
Wind blowing against his face. Soothing.
Her sweet words against his ear.
Helping a friend in need. Meaningful.
Her littlest cares towards him.
Evening.
Practicing the *violin. Relaxing.
Her sweet humming to a song.
Joking around with friends. Playful.
Her mean yet funny teases.
Admiring a newborn baby passing by. Adorable.
Her chubb, loving face.
Night.
Hanging out with friends at the café. Joyful.
Her cute laughter after a joke.
Eating a friend’s birthday cake. Sweet.
Her tiny presents given to him.
Tidying up his dirty, messy room. Tiring.
Her face, her smiles, her eyes. Constantly haunting him.
Everything is U.
**dedicated to a fRieNd^^ ** hOpe U like it yAaaA :)
Morning.
Sleeping underneath a blanket. Warmth.
Her warm innocent smile.
Taking a cold shower. Refreshing.
Her round eyes, full of mischief and surprises.
Waiting for a bus at the bus stop. Patient.
Her comforting attempts when he's down.
Afternoon.
Eating lunch at a restaurant. Satisfying.
Her small talks once in a while.
Wind blowing against his face. Soothing.
Her sweet words against his ear.
Helping a friend in need. Meaningful.
Her littlest cares towards him.
Evening.
Practicing the *violin. Relaxing.
Her sweet humming to a song.
Joking around with friends. Playful.
Her mean yet funny teases.
Admiring a newborn baby passing by. Adorable.
Her chubb, loving face.
Night.
Hanging out with friends at the café. Joyful.
Her cute laughter after a joke.
Eating a friend’s birthday cake. Sweet.
Her tiny presents given to him.
Tidying up his dirty, messy room. Tiring.
Her face, her smiles, her eyes. Constantly haunting him.
Everything is U.
**dedicated to a fRieNd^^ ** hOpe U like it yAaaA :)
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