Good Morning.
My life is still a roller coaster.
I was so happy and excited preparing for something big that will be coming up in February, I've been spending most of my day for it. It made me can't even notice that Interstellar and Mockingjay are coming out in cinema (you know I'd been waiting for them all the year). Yep, I've been so fucked up. A good fucked up.
And 2 weeks ago I just turned 21 (yeay now I'm legal!). it was the second best birthday of my life -oh yeah I have the list-.
But then, right after the big happy things, shit happens. I mean, shit loads of shit happens.
Now I'm at the airport, flying back home in an hour. Well, you It's not a very happy trip if you're coming back because something bad was just happened.
Have a good day.
Friday 21 November 2014
Wednesday 1 October 2014
It's October Anyway
Hello, lol, I'm back.
Uni started since a month ago so my little happy life is pretty over. I spent 3 days in Bali for a short crazy holiday with my middle school friends, college friends, and my boyfriend (yep, its a mixed up holiday) before going back to Bandung (Ugh, it's madness I might share it here later), and then my life is rolling back to the reality as a shitty poor uni student who has so many things to handle. Wk. Nope, I'm kidding. I just crave for weekend everyday.
Anyway, so many good movies are coming up.
Uni started since a month ago so my little happy life is pretty over. I spent 3 days in Bali for a short crazy holiday with my middle school friends, college friends, and my boyfriend (yep, its a mixed up holiday) before going back to Bandung (Ugh, it's madness I might share it here later), and then my life is rolling back to the reality as a shitty poor uni student who has so many things to handle. Wk. Nope, I'm kidding. I just crave for weekend everyday.
Anyway, so many good movies are coming up.
THE JUDGE
MOCKINGJAY PART 1
INTERSTELLAR
FOXCATCHER
HORRIBLE BOSSES 2
last but not least...
DORAEMON STAND BY ME
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Have fun enjoying the last 3 months of the year!
Monday 18 August 2014
A Little Note Before Leaving Home
Monday, August 18th 2014.
14:07
Cleaning up my room, found some pieces from the old naive life and they got me thinking. That room wasn't even like mine anymore. I never slept there since the day I moved away (when i come home I sleep in the guests room because it's closer from the kitchen), and I don't put my new stuff there. I've changed a lot, that, made it an empty room with stuff which their owner left them all behind. An old me museum, that might never have the owner back.
21:55
Just had dinner with some closest friends from high school. It sucks thinking that I will leave soon and not be able to hang around them anymore. 2 months home are enough to annoy their life. Gonna miss those bastards lots.
22:21
Home. My dad is still waiting for me in his favorite chair in front of the tv. He often fell asleep there, If he was too tired waiting for me when I come home so late. He is gonna be in that chair till late again for months, but not waiting, he is calling his far away daughter to make sure her day is fine instead.
22:39
My little brother hugs me tight before he falls asleep.
22:51
Going upstairs, see my mom checking the boxes I packed today. I sit there just to accompany her. She doesn't say anything, neither do I. We keep each other company in silent. I know how she feels and she knows how I feel too. Somehow we are just that alike, don't need to say anything because we both know.
23:49
My sister is already asleep and she is taking too many spaces in bed. Oh God, how come she can be that big it's so unfair.
Tuesday, 19th August 2014
00:40.
Now I'm in bed between my sleeping brother and sister, chatting with my boyf telling him I'm so gonna miss home. No, I don't regret my decision to move away.
When I was so young and naive, I always wanted to live far away from home just to get out from comfort zone, and experience new places. But as I know my self better, I just love taking spaces from everyone I love. You know, sometimes you need distance just to see thing from better angle. That thing, in my case now, is called home. I would've never been this grateful of what I have here, if there wasn't an idea of me leaving home in the first place. In this middle of the night, I enjoy every second left.
Yep, somehow I'm just that cheesy and corny and such a wuss.
14:07
Cleaning up my room, found some pieces from the old naive life and they got me thinking. That room wasn't even like mine anymore. I never slept there since the day I moved away (when i come home I sleep in the guests room because it's closer from the kitchen), and I don't put my new stuff there. I've changed a lot, that, made it an empty room with stuff which their owner left them all behind. An old me museum, that might never have the owner back.
21:55
Just had dinner with some closest friends from high school. It sucks thinking that I will leave soon and not be able to hang around them anymore. 2 months home are enough to annoy their life. Gonna miss those bastards lots.
22:21
Home. My dad is still waiting for me in his favorite chair in front of the tv. He often fell asleep there, If he was too tired waiting for me when I come home so late. He is gonna be in that chair till late again for months, but not waiting, he is calling his far away daughter to make sure her day is fine instead.
22:39
My little brother hugs me tight before he falls asleep.
22:51
Going upstairs, see my mom checking the boxes I packed today. I sit there just to accompany her. She doesn't say anything, neither do I. We keep each other company in silent. I know how she feels and she knows how I feel too. Somehow we are just that alike, don't need to say anything because we both know.
23:49
My sister is already asleep and she is taking too many spaces in bed. Oh God, how come she can be that big it's so unfair.
Tuesday, 19th August 2014
00:40.
Now I'm in bed between my sleeping brother and sister, chatting with my boyf telling him I'm so gonna miss home. No, I don't regret my decision to move away.
When I was so young and naive, I always wanted to live far away from home just to get out from comfort zone, and experience new places. But as I know my self better, I just love taking spaces from everyone I love. You know, sometimes you need distance just to see thing from better angle. That thing, in my case now, is called home. I would've never been this grateful of what I have here, if there wasn't an idea of me leaving home in the first place. In this middle of the night, I enjoy every second left.
Yep, somehow I'm just that cheesy and corny and such a wuss.
Friday 15 August 2014
EXPENDABLES 3: too much for the old rookies.
Last
night I was out with some friends to watch Expendables 3. I’ve seen the first
and the second installment before, but I can’t even remember the name of the
characters there. Yep, as a big hater of Jason Statham, I’m not an expendables
fans.
Being
late, we didn’t have time to had dinner before the movies started. Well, I can’t
stand myself when I’m hungry so I had dinner first all alone and skipped the
first an hour of the movie. But this is the funny thing, I sat in when the
movie nearly reached the second half but It didn’t take me a long time to
understand what was going on. The plot was almost the same like the previous two
but with some small twists. Everyone (especially the gangs) wore black clothes,
they headed into something, fought for it, was attacked by so many deadly bombs
but somehow survived, acrobatically did something heroic, killed people, looked
so hard to save themselves, put some shorty humors within, some unpredictable
characters showed up to save them predictably, at the end of the day they let
the boss gang finished his personal bussines with the bos villain, and then
ended the story dramatically.
I know this kind
of muscles-and-badass-everywhere movies doesn’t demand a good storyline and good
acting from the actors, we simply crave for an adrenaline rush through our
blood while we watch the battle and the blood, but unfortunately I just didn’t
felt like it. That maybe because I was an hour late, or maybe it was just
simply boring. I kinda like the Expendables 2 tbh, but the third may be just
too much for the old rookies (Oh man, this movie made me realized how old
Stallone is and he seriously needs to be retired).
After all, Expendables
3 wasn’t all bad, you still still enjoy the movie because Mel Gibson played a
role there, and Antonio Banderas was definitely the highlight of this
installment. But still, it should have been more fun.
Expendables 3 is a 6 out of 10
stars. It is recommended for you who don’t do much in your holiday. Just to
kill time.
Ps: I know my blog design is
pretty shit I’m still too lazy to make a proper design.
Tuesday 12 August 2014
What's your blog genre?
Is it about arts? Or does it talk about music? Or your life is kind of everyday-is-holiday-life so you share about traveling and make people jealous? Or maybe a fashion blog? Or is it just your virtual diary which goes public?
I'm not kind of an artsy girl, my dad is a master of art but unfortunately I don't genetically get his talents. sad.
Neither a person who has a great musical skill, I play some instruments but lets say I'm not a pro.
I'm actually kind of poor student who can't afford to travel a lots (yet), there will be not so many posts about somewhere really really really nice.
I understand fashion but sometimes I dress like a hobo so I don't think it will be a fashion blog here.
and I feel uncomfortable if I share my personal story, and anyway nobody cares.
So guys, this blog of mine genre would be a shitload of whatever I want to write. It's not my first blog tough, I made some, deleted them all when I felt that my blog was shit enough. But this one hopefully will last (Hm lol, but still Amiin).
Welcome back, me! yeay.
I'm not kind of an artsy girl, my dad is a master of art but unfortunately I don't genetically get his talents. sad.
Neither a person who has a great musical skill, I play some instruments but lets say I'm not a pro.
I'm actually kind of poor student who can't afford to travel a lots (yet), there will be not so many posts about somewhere really really really nice.
I understand fashion but sometimes I dress like a hobo so I don't think it will be a fashion blog here.
and I feel uncomfortable if I share my personal story, and anyway nobody cares.
So guys, this blog of mine genre would be a shitload of whatever I want to write. It's not my first blog tough, I made some, deleted them all when I felt that my blog was shit enough. But this one hopefully will last (Hm lol, but still Amiin).
Welcome back, me! yeay.
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