looking at the sky, I believe God is attending a drawing lesson

So, it's obviously not the end of our story,eh?

Have you ever find yourself sitting in front of your computer for hours, doing nothing but drooling over photos of friends, celebrities, or random people you found on facebook or blogspot, and think to yourself how lucky they are?

Oh well, I have.

I may say that I love looking at them that I would even find myself making "oohh" or "hahhh" sound and most of the time I would end up looking back at myself and began to compare things. It's like I look at how pretty those girls are or how lucky they are to dress up in those Christian Dior's dresses,or Balenciaga's heels that I have to admit that they are,at some points,celebrities -only without paparazzi-, then I look at myself and what I have, and it's crystal clear that most of the time they win.

Soon enough, this 'comparing things' activity would take me far -too far- until I reached a point where I said sorry to myself for thinking that happiness would come by being them,those random people that I assume having everything they want.

And that reminds me of this quote I read somewhere by Oprah Winfrey :)

"Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough."

Well, Not so sure where I'm taking this post to..

But anyway it is a bad news that Oprah is going to end her show soon! [watch the video here]

I still remember those times when I was in high school and she and her show were my source of inspirations that I even have this wild thought of watching her show in Chicago one day..And -allow me to share this,okay dear?- my bf has even sent an e-mail to Oprah (or whoever controls her e-mails) telling them how much his girlfriend wishes to see Oprah in person! Well, can I say that having you around literally makes me forget about who I wish to be and for the first time accepts myself for who I am?

'cause I know that what we have is worth first place in gold.

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I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Willa Cather

looking back,

no matter how hard and bumpy my [love] life is,

I'm proud to say that I have never really given up.

thanks for calling!

"I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed."

-David Feinberg

him : "Do you mind waiting for half an hour?"

me : "I've got all the time in the world to wait for you. So, I don't mind."

him : "haha.it's nice to hear that"

The stars lean down to kiss you, And I lie awake and miss you.

trying on my new lace leggings ♥

haha
kindly ignore the messy room,yeahh :)

so listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

It's in the times like these -times when I have running nose, stomach ache, dizziness, and accompanied by this very soothing music- that I feel like I'm home. I may be physically here, but unconsciously, my mind takes me back to my hometown..To the roads between the lines of trees where I used to pass by, or to the sound of the train's horn that used to be my wake up call. Unlike dreams,they were all in flash of memories or snapshot of places, smiles, conversations, and you.

so,yeah.I would do anything to make this feeling stay longer.

Ahhhhhh-mazing

The All American Rejects' concert was terrific ♥

My friend was right when he said:

"all american rejects? I wondered why they got rejected, because theyre totally awesome tonight!"

I forgive. But hell. I won't forget.

I really don't want to say any bad words here. but,

Fuck.

do you actually know what friends are for?

I have been trying hard to assure that it was all my fault. I shouldn't have wasted my parent's money on that.

now look what we've done. I'm getting sick of friendship now. I know I can't blame you but I can't blame myself either,right?

I think you won't know that it is you I'm talking about. Yeap. you and your-selfish-self.

she needs prayers.

On the outside, she may be cold [a cold-hearted b*tch as what Ika Natassa wrote on her book "Divortiare"]

But on the inside, this little heart of hers is jumping for joy ;)

This better be good.

just another way to give thanks.

When I first came into this world, my parents -I suppose- gave me nothing but all the love they had to welcome me to their world, which would soon be mine,too. They taught me how to walk, talk, laugh, write, read, dream, and I would say how to be me, the little girl diligent enough to score a good mark in most of the school subjects,except math. Yeah,I was a slow learner. I still am. And that is why I dislike science subjects, especially something to do with calculation. So I would normally prefer something to memorize than to count.

There was a time when I feel lucky to be born as me,rather than to be born as one of my classmates in primary school that had always made our math teacher feel proud. The time like when I was one of the two students in my class with highest score in Indonesian Language subject [even when my teacher thought that it was somebody else who got it, not me].

But most of the time, I would consider myself unlucky. I envied my classmate because she had new set of books while I was using my brother's. Or the time when I could just keep quite in class as if I was not there when the teacher was about to ask question while most of my friends will be more than willing to answer. One thing to be sure,I always consider myself unlucky but never have I blamed my parents for taking me to this world. Never.

Except maybe if I have a chance to ask for something, I would like to ask for a lesson of love which my parents seldom talk about at home.

Again,I was born plain,unshielded,harmless, and I think I didn't even choose to be born.

But I guess for now that I have a life -without abandoning the fact that it is from my parents- I can choose when and who to fall in love with,can't I?

please pardon my crap.

yeah, I choose to believe.

and now I'm currently addicted to recalling the look in your face as you said: "cozy enough?" whenever we entered a restaurant.

You are as far away as the stars so I don't think you will hear me screaming your name down here.

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"We were written in the stars,my love,
all that separated us, was time,
the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts
to find our way back to one another."

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