Thursday, April 29, 2010


Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

(John Lennon - Imagine)

Okay. I'm definitely watching Glee too much. Yay Glee, yay! lol *beams*

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Okay That's It!

Please help me I'm pretty stressed right now.

It's nothing bad, actually, just a thesis thing. The deadline's creeping closer to me by each day and I don't know if I could make it or not. It's like, hey, I just started it, why's the deadline in front of me already?

The pressure's too much. It's too much. *sobs*

Well, I'd be very happy to have my weight reduced like this, but no. I haven't reduce even a single pound! DX

(Before and After/When dealing with thesis.)

And the season change is not helping at all. One of the local newspaper article said that the temperature on some equator cities will raise for about 4-5 degrees Celcius due to some whatever wind (I can't remember the name) is persistently blowing on the equator area. Basically, when the city I currently live at (Bandung, INA) usually has about 26 to 30 degrees Celcius on dry season, it's 34 now. and it's hot. like. eugh!

Moreover, my body's not really suitable to hot temperature, it seems. Hence the constant headaches for the last three days. That, or my head is just too overloaded with this worrying about thesis thing.


(I hope I'm not going down into this situation. =A= *sighs*)

I WILL GRADUATE ON JULY! I WILL, I WILL! *chanted hundred times*
(Oh please make me graduate on this July.. *desperate wails*)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

PayPal, anyone?

I am currently in a deep thought about a question here:


Any help about that, peeps? ‘Cuz I’m thinking of making an account, actually. :D

When We Were Little, When We Are Big..

When I was little, I thought so many things, so many innocent things. Things like,

“What will I get on my birthday? Will my friends remember it?”

“When will my feet reach the ground while I sit?”

“When will I be able to bend my hand
when I hang it on the car’s hanger?”
Ummm, what’s it name in English?
I don’t know, actually.. *sweatdropped*)

“Will papa bring me my favorite snacks?
Will mama buy me a new doll? “

”How tall will I grow?”

“What will this weekend's Doraemon
or any other cartoon shows I loved) be about?”

“When will I start getting periods?
How will PMS feel like?”
Okay, this one was when I almost graduate
from elementary school..)

… Yeah, innocent things like that.

I was sitting on the traffic when I suddenly remember these thought I used to have (I tend to have my mind wandering off somewhere when I am bored), and I wonder, how come the matters that filled my mind at the present time are completely different from they were? Where did those innocent things go?

Back then I was a girl whose imaginations run wild. I believed in everything. I trusted people. I was scared on anything scary. I laughed when I wanted to. Making friends was always easy.

carefree indeed. :)

But now everything changes. There’s some sacrifices needed in order to be an adult. Everything’s based on causalities now. Everything needs to be thought carefully. Everything has consequences. There's no such thing as a free lunch, people say. And that is true.

I really miss my childhood. I miss my childish thoughts. I miss my impulse act. Though being an adult has its own benefits, I can say that I miss my carefree being.


Yeah I could dream more then
I could believed more then
That the world could only get better
I could be free more then
I could pretend more then
That this life could only show me good times
Once when I was little

James Morrison – Once When I Was Little

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Writer’s Block














… Yep, I officially announce you that I really, and I mean, REALLY hate writer’s block! Aaaaargh!


writer's block i hate you! DX


GOD please help meeeee.. *cries*

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