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.

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

Writer’s Block

I

am

in

dire

need

of

some

brilliant

ideas

for

my

writing!!

 

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

 

 

GOD please help meeeee.. *cries*

The Chandler Twins, Grotta Azzurra, and Jingga

I don't know what's happening to me but I'm dying to read something romantic (again).

Maybe it's because I was just finished reading some works by Jude Deveraux (Okay, I finished them some months ago, to be exact)? She have been one of my fave writer since not very long ago. Being a historical-themed story fan I am, it's not taking a long time to make me fall deep in love with her works. So far I've only read The Twin of Fire and The Twin of Ice, but I do have some of her other works that I think I should stealing some time from my work/college to read them.

But I think I want to reread The Twin of Fire first..

I think I started reading this kind of novel (the genre, I mean) when I was at my first or second year of high school. It was for my literature class (here in Indonesia, we call it 'Bahasa Indonesia' class) assignment, which was to review a book or journal or story or such. Being the reader I am, I wanted to review something I hadn't read before. Thus, I chose an old Indonesian novel I borrowed from my school library, entitled Grotta Azzurra.

If I'm not remembering wrong, the author is Sutan Takdir Alisjahbana (it's an old Van Opheysen writing. It spelled Sutan Takdir Alisyahbana).

I didn't finish it on time to write my full review on the book. Too bad. Well, it was my own fault to choose something like that for a simple task of reviewing books (all my friends reviewed about novels they had read like Harry Potter, Darren Shan, etc., or simply a short story on magazine.. I should have done that too), but at least I got a high score for my review. *grins*

I could say the book's well written, especially when it's on the romantic scene. But since it also have some political debate in it, which was not really my topic back then, I felt it bored me a bit. I think I should reread it, now that I'm a bit into political matters.

Maybe after I reread The Twin of Fire (like I said before). *smiles*

Oh, by the way. My brother announced me that Jingga had died two days ago (or at least he told me that on the phone two days ago), saying something about problems with the water-pump on Jingga's aquarium. I should have known it when she gets restless and all (Okay, actually I don't know if Jingga's a she or a he. I'm just assuming things).

I hope my brother wouldn't fry her, though I bet he wouldn't. He's a bit.. umm.. fussy when it comes to the fish he eats. Yeah.

My New Fragrance!

Yellow, guys! (somehow I remember Homer Simpsons after I wrote that..)

These two days have been the... I-don't-know-how-to-describe days for me. I go out from my house at seven and quarter a.m. (not that I mind it much, for I'm very used to it.. Heck, I always go out at six on my almost daily basis before!), arrived at eight, waiting till half to nine for my collegues to show up (though I love it when I'm all alone at the office), have a not-that-busy time till half to one p.m. doing this and that thingie for my field practices, have some break till two, waiting for another half hour for the office room to fill up, and doing some things till four. And I always got headaches as a souvenir. And now (when I write this post), I have just been in the office for two hour on my third day of field practice.

It's just three days and I've already make a resolution: I will never, EVER want to be a government employee. Why? Because it's sooo not my style. There I say it.

Whatever.

Ah, by the way. My dad went back home from his work at Qatar yesterday for the next three weeks. Dad bought me a perfume called Hypnose Hypnotizing Elixir Lancome Perfume. My mum got three perfumes, I don't know what they are, haven't see them yet. I really adore the parfume I got. I love the smell!

That means I have a new piece for my collection of perfume. Well, okay, I just started it two or three months ago, but luckily I already have plenty for a newcomer, such as:
- Anna Sui Dolly Girl On The Beach Perfume,
- Flower by Kenzo (This one is ancient! *lol* I love this one 'cause my mum used to wear this perfume.),
- KenzoKi Bamboo Leaf by Kenzo
- Christian Dior Dune
- Angel Heart Perfume by Clandestine

I once had a Donna Karan's perfume too, but forgot what's its name. Maybe I'll search for that later. And, oh, I'm searching for any Lily of the Valley perfume (or bath fragrance, I like it too). Any good advice for me about the brand I should pick? *grins*

I wish someone would give me a nice smelling perfume as a present.. *grins* My dad and my brothers are out of count. Why? Because they're my family. (It's a nonsense, I know, but deal with it). And, my mum wouldn't give me perfume as presents. She would just give it to me in order to make me smelled nicer, so it's not a present. My little sister is too young to give me perfume as presents.

Hehehe..

Oh yeah, I've changed this month's quotation. I like it so much! Hope you do too! *smiles*
Maybe I'll put a recipe for the next post. I'll think about it.

Till then! *smiles*

Oh, My.. What Some Long Months Indeed!

Hi-ho, guys! *smiles*

It's been quite a long time since my last post, no? Well, lately I got no time to do my postings, due to some assignments I'm forced to do for this semester. Those horrible assignments, ohh.. *goosebumps* And they have feet, I swear! They're always running around and chasing me and, ..and yelling, 'HEY! THE DEADLINE IS TOMORROW, SO STOP FOOLING AROUND AND DO IT!'

Okay, okay, I admit it, that was partly my fault to begin with.. I just left the assignments untouched 'till they came to me and yelled those horrible words I typed on CAPS above. And with them haunting me all the day and the night just before the deadline, I just couldn't deny them anymore so I had to do them right there and then (Oh, don't get any wrong ideas in that sentence, please..). I don't know why, but it seems that all my great ideas come when I am under pressure. Humm, maybe I should say this in a cooler words. An adrenaline rush? Well, yeah, maybe.

They said all sanguins (I'm a sanguin, from what I know) are just like that, and I couldn't help but agreeing.

Hehehe. *grins*

God, I feel that these past two months are very, very long months I've endure in my entire life. Oh, okay, I'm using hyperbole there. Not that long, actually. It's just.. long. Well, whatever. It's just, I got no workshop class for this semester and yet I got the equal amount of assignment like those semester when I did the workshop. Just what did I take anyway?

Oh, right. Urban Design. Along with Regional and Urban Modelling.




Not that I regret taking those classes. They're really fun, actually! Well, they're just not that nice if you look on the other way around.

I'll tell you why.

Urban Design's always smiling at me on the very first time we met, alluring me with her sweet words (somehow in my mind, I got the feeling that this class should be feminine) and made me couldn't drop the class when I had the opportunity. Well, okay, all the time I spend with her is very fun, though by no means is also very tiring. I got to do some observations to the place I've never been before, made plenty designs, made plenty plots, etcetera. New experiences for me, new knowledges for me, and old aches on legs, back, and most importantly, brain, also for me. Not to mention the final assignment made me worry too much, and I hate the worrying me. I should be doing it now (yeah, I haven't finished it yet), but here I am, trying to prolong my time to deal with it. *sighs*

On the other hand, the Regional and Urban Modelling sounds very cool for me at first. He looks at me with a pair of very mysterious eyes (yeah, this one has more masculine trait, it seems), making me melt with curiousness. He's very mysterious that I EVEN DO NOT KNOW what he will talk about, and being the often-indifferent-girl I am, I don't make any attempt to find out. So, yes, without my proper investigation about him, I soon was caught in the subject I'm not very good at: Advance Planning Analysis Methods. Oh, c'mon, who the hell is talking about.. those things with a girl anyway? Regression with dummy variables? Coefficient of determination? Give me a break!

But still, I would say I'm happy to know them. Like I told you before, they're nice. *smiles*

Oh, yeah, by the way, since my semester is almost done now, it's just a matter of time for me to have two and half months for myself. My lovely beach, here I come!

...
Scratch that. I still have to do my field practices (kerja praktek) on my summer holiday. Oh, cruel, cruel major I got. Indeed. Luckily, a government office has already accept me to practice with them, and they're located at my own hometown! Maybe I can still visit my lovely beach on the weekends? I hope so.





Oh, oh, my birthday is coming soon! What will I do? What will I do??
Humm.. going out for a dinner with my whole family sounds great. Maybe I'll do that. *smiles*

Till next time, guys! Ta-ta for now!

Not Something To Brag, Actually..

Good.. (Looked at her watch) midnight everyone. *smiles*

Maybe this is so-not the time to have some talks. But as you can see (or read?), I have no desire to put my head right now on my two-big-comfy-pillow to go to the la-la-land of fantasy (read: can't sleep). Sure right now my eyes are heavy like there are some kilos of weight hanging on them, but my mind keeps them open like there is nothing else it can do.

By the way. Have you noticed that the layout is somewhat off from the title? Well, actually I have no real time to make the layout myself (hopefully I will have some later), so I have this kind person to make me one (read: taken deliberatedly from a skin site). So, voila! Leave it be and deal with it. For now. *grins*


Ahem.

Today (actually, yesterday), I went to my campus to arrange some things for new semester. I had to make choiches about what class I'll take, had some discussion with my friend, and in the end decided that I would take 21 credits out of 24 total. One of my friend asked, "Are you sure?" then I answered, "Yes, anything's wrong with that?" All I knew is that it is still counted normal to take 21 credits.

She then said that my dosen wali (I don't know what it's called in English, maybe lecturer-in charge? But, well, from now on, I'll stick on 'dosen wali' instead) is not someone who will allow his student to take more than 20 easily. I said, "Eh, really? Why?" She answered me that he (my dosen wali) would attack the student with every argument he has to prevent them taking more than 20.

And here I am having been in his charge for almost three years but still not knowing that.
Great.

So then I braced myself to face him, with the still-21-credits-form on my hand. One of my other friend who came along with me with also 21 credits on her hand had become paranoid and scared. Well, she did knew and always think that our dosen wali is a scary man. I never had before. Maybe it's because all of my encounters with him, he would smile (only a bit, I admit, but far from scary), while my other friends said otherwise (Or.. maybe my eyes playing tricks on me? I would never know).

Then, when I consult about my idea getting 21, he really objects to my not-so-surprise (I've never have him object my choice beforehand), and about one of my choice that's not too relevant to my major (I took a civil class, while I myself is in cityplan). I give my arguments about why I wanted to take 21 credits, blah.. blah.. blah. After hearing what I said, he said, "Okay, I don't mind your taking 21 credits, but, really, nine class? Are you sure you can keep track on them?" There I realized. Silly me. Nine class? What was I thinking, trying to get thyphus to myself? Bah.

I didn't argue anymore, saying I will drop one class and then out the door I went (Of course after some polite closings and a thank you). Okay, I lost the argument, but still, I got the class I want to attend, the civil class. I won my argument there, so I don't really lose here, do I?

Good thing that I always think he's a nice-man.
Yeah. Or else I would have had to drop the civil class too. *grins*

. . .
Okay, that's the bedtime story, everyone.
Now off to the bed I will. I'm dead sleepy here.
Oyasumi nasai *kiss*

Good.. midnight. (Or is it morning?)