The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

30 Dec 2013

I'm still quite unsure of what to say about this book. It's that kind of books which will make a good movie script and will make a nice small budget Valentine's Day film. I have this thing about past faced stories, like those of Dan Brown's. However, Dan Brown's books almost always leave me with a severe headache, whilst The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (what a long title!) leaves me with smiles and sighs. I love it. Perhaps the only thing I hate about this book is the fact that it was poorly edited. There are some grammatical errors and wrong words placements (I'm currently building up a career as a proofreader, so yeah...) but other than that, I'd put this book on a special shelf in my future house.

Oh and this is my favourite passage:

Garut with the Family

27 Dec 2013

To me, Garut will always have that special place in my heart. Many things happened there that built me as person that I am today. I hadn't been there for a while, but yesterday my family and I went there for a one-day roadtrip. It was totally fun :)

When I'm Busy, I Listen to These

15 Dec 2013

Hi! Yet another quick update in between my busy night proofreading Velentina's skripsi (yes, that b**** has her skripsi finished before I do mine. Betrayer!) just to share with you some of my favourite songs to listen to whenever I'm busy. Enjoy!

Mira's Wedding Ceremony

12 Dec 2013

Hi! Stopping by just to post a little life update. Yesterday was Mira's wedding ceremony. It was semi private, but we were invited to see it. It was only a small event since the reception will be held in May next year. Congratulations, Mira. So excited for you!

I Survive Chickenpox

5 Dec 2013

On mid November, my sister got infected by chickenpox. We still don't know where she got it from, but she got well after 10 days. She now has a few scars on her face and more on her other body parts. She didn't show any symptoms other than those little bumps (i.e. fever, fatigue, etc.) Well unfortunately for me (who hadn't been infected), my immune system gave up and so I was infected too, right after my sister got well and started going to school again. My symptoms were the opposite of that my sister's. I got high fever and fatigue, but I only had a few little bumps on my arms and legs. Now that I'm getting better, I'm so thankful that there is only one scar from the chicken pox (the rests are from pimples. Ha!)

So glad to finally be able to walk outside the house and feel the sunshine on my skin. I love being healthy!

Catching Fire + An Abundance of Katherines

1 Dec 2013

The thing about getting to watch a movie on its first showing day is that you also get the pleasure of saying (or shouting, if you prefer) "What do you mean you haven't seen Catching Fire? That movie is rad!" So, I have been pulling my hardest try to see every good movie on its premiere. It's been that way since, like, two years ago or so.

And of course I did that too for Catching Fire. Not only it was predicted to be a succesful movie, being the sequel to The Hunger Games that it is, but the whole series is also a special series for me. The Hunger Games was the first movie I watched together with A (we weren't technically on a date back then, since we saw the movie together with other friends and we hadn't confessed our feelings for each other, so-). It was actually me who dragged him into watching it and later into liking the trilogy. It's super special.
Catching Fire premiered in my country one day before the actual worldwide premiere schedule. People on Twitter were questioning it but I just grabbed a newspaper and there it was: Catching Fire was on. Luckily, I got two tickets for the afternoon show. A showed up a little late, but I didn't miss any part of it.

Boy was the movie almost exactly like what I had imagined it would be! It's the perk of watching the first movie before reading the whole trilogy. I read the trilogy with the movie in mind; Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss, Josh Hutcherson as Peeta. That way, when I read Catching Fire, I could get a clear image on how the movie would be and then it all came true. Just like magic.

And speaking of magic... (If you're friends with me on Goodreads, you might have seen that I have stated this there) John Green is hands down the Albus Dumbledore in young adult fiction writing. That man is like wizard with his way of writing. I just finished An Abundance of Katherines and it left me with yet another John Green-gasm. Well, it's still not as good as Looking for Alaska, but it is... significant.
I think it's the thing about John Green's books; they're significant. I've read a critic about them somewhere, saying that John Green has this boring plot in each of his book: a wallflower-kind-of boy and a girl with a there's-no-other-girl-like-her personality whom said boy falls in love with. I agree with that, but we can't put aside the fact that each of them is so significant that everytime you finish one book, you crave for another. Or so I feel.

And now that I've read five out of six John Green's books, I should probably hunt the last one. Also since Mockingjay willl not be released until next year, I think I'll just sit here excitedly waiting for The Hobbit (13 Dec) and series 3 of Sherlock (which will air on the New Year's Day! Finally!)

Lily is too...

29 Nov 2013

When I said that November felt like it had been going on forever, I meant it. I had to lose Billy at the beginning of this month. And, it breaks my heart to say it, I had to lose Lily too yesterday. Yes, Lily is gone too.

Losing two wonderful little angels in less than a month make me think that I'm the worst pet owner in the whole universe. They were just 5 month old kittens. I feel sorry for Miss Molly that she had to lose her two kids because I couldn't take care of them.

Now I only have Miss Molly and Luna. I swear to God that I'm going to take care of them better from now on.
Good bye, Lily. Now Billy can go chasing flies and you can watch him do that with your big eyes. I love you, sweetheart.

Dreams and Growing Up

25 Nov 2013

When I was younger, I used to dream about traveling around the world. I dreamt about graduating high school and getting a scholarship abroad. I dreamt about leaving on a jet plane, off into the sunset to the west and starting a new beginning out there.

Then when I started studying in university, I still dreamt about traveling around the world, but at that time, my dream had changed. I wanted to travel the world alone. My first years in univeristy consisted of tons of teen angst, (I know, I know. It was weird since I was around 19 years old at that time, but perhaps I was a late bloomer because everything was worse at that time than it was in my earlier teenage stage.) and I kept thinking about moving out of my parents' house to start my own life. I dreamt about leaving this city and travel the world around, hopefully without having to go back at all. Ha! Teen angst!

Fast forward to three years later and here I am now as a 22 year old young woman. Do I still dream about traveling around the world? Why yes I do, of course I do. But that dream doesn't seem as sweet as this new dream I have now: to live in peace. In that three year gap, a lot of things have happened; things that have turned my whole life upside down. All I want now is just some peace.

I understand that it's never good to give up on your dreams, but I'm sure about one thing: dreams keep shifting along the way. And when you grow up, you should understand and accept the fact that not all dreams are meant to come true. When you can't make it happen, it doesn't mean that your life ends. If it is meant to be, it will be.

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22 Nov 2013

Unlike January through October, November has been quite slow. It feels like my whole life is moving in a slow motion. I started this month with a heartbreak, and now I feel like it's already months ago, when it's really just been three weeks. Three weeks that feel like three whole years for me. I've been as busy as I was in October, but that doesn't make November feel any less long.

Now, if I could just make the rest of the month count...

Outfit Post: Braga

17 Nov 2013

I'm wearing:
Zig-zag wide pashmina by Hijabeez (IDR 55k)
Denim dress by Girls Collection (IDR 115k)
Hot orange flower brooch by Hijnee Gloun (IDR 15k)

Please excuse the awkward poses. I was photographed by this cute guy (ha!)

Staying at Home

12 Nov 2013

After being busy for about two weeks and rarely had time to spare for relaxing, I finally get to stay at home for the last two days, thanks to this bruise on my left foot. A and I had a small accident on Sunday evening when we were en route to my house after having a date. His motorcycle almost hit a cab and in attempt to avoid crashing right into it, he swerved to the right but my left leg successfully rammed the cab's rear bumper. No broken bones, though. I only ended up having this not-so-big-yet-not-too-small bruise. Thank goodness. The brighter side of this story is that I get to sit and laze around at home, eating ice cream and listening to Pitch Perfect soundtrack album. It has been raining these past two days, so I couldn't be happier to stay at home.

Roadtrip to Jakarta

11 Nov 2013

You know that some people (or somebody?) say that the cure for a broken heart is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea. I'd like to add that beside salt water, a roadtrip also cures the pain. I had both on Saturday.
Vicky and I had been talking about taking a roadtrip since two weeks ago. There were two plans back then: Jakarta or Cianjur. Since Vicky never drove too far from Bandung, the two options were the only possible destinations. We decided to choose Jakarta and go to Ancol beach. We also asked Irma to join us and so on Saturday morning, we went on our very first roadtrip.
The road to Ancol was not very packed, as it was highway all the way there. There was only some traffic jam in the tollgates, but other than that, it was just fun. We arrived in Ancol at around 11am. We only spent two hours there, taking pictures and sitting around. We went home at 1pm because we had to be home by dusk.
This was really fun. We should do this more often.

PS. Thank you very much for all the loves for Billy. I don't believe in pet heaven or the like, but I'm sure all the good souls will go to a better place when they leave this world. Thank you very much. It makes me feel better to know that he is loved even after he is gone.

I love Billy

7 Nov 2013

I had prepared a somewhat happy post about something happened to me last week, but then Saturday came and my heart got broken so bad. I woke up a little late that day to find Billy lying on the bathroom floor, motionless. I quickly grabbed him up and called his name. He didn't even meow at me; he just looked at me. His body was very cold and couldn't do anything. He did try to stand up only to fall back down.

I took him to a clinic near my house. However, since it was Saturday and still eight in the morning, the clinic wasn't open yet. I stroked Billy's fur and told him to be patient. He just looked at me and meowed nothing. I decided to take him to a farther clinic, but the doctor was on a vacation. I once again stroked Billy's fur and told him to bear with me. I went back to the first clinic and luckily the clinic was already open by then.

But God had another plan. When I opened Billy's basket, he wasn't breathing anymore. He's gone.

I cried at the clinic's parking lot, hugging him tightly in my arms. He was very small and already cold. His eyes were empty and so was my heart. I had never lost a pet and this broke my heart so much. I cried at the parking lot for half an hour, all alone.

Then I went home and hugged Miss Molly, whispering "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." repeatedly like it would change something. I knew I should've seen the signs. Billy had shown some signs that he was ill since Thursday night but I ignored them. I knew there was something wrong but I shrugged the thought off. I'm such a bad pet owner.

A came over to my house to comfort me. I still hadn't decided what to do with Billy's body and he offered to take it to his office and bury it in his office's backyard. So we took Billy to Dago. He dug a hole and I put Billy there. Just like that and he's gone.

I still can feel him sleeping on my lap. I still can hear his purring sound. I still remember how he liked chasing flies and playing with dry leaves. I love him with all my heart. What makes me even more sad is the regret of ignoring his symptoms. My mind is still clouded up by the what if's and I should've's. He would've survived if only I wasn't so stupid. He would've been here. He would've been still on my lap.

It's been five days and I still cry myself to sleep.

A Life Update

24 Oct 2013

Having three part-time jobs while working on skripsi turns out to be one hell of an overwhelming experience. But how ever overwhelming they are, I'm quite surprised at myself because I really enjoy it. I like being busy and having to jump from one place to another. While I still need to improve my social skills, I don't mind receiving phone calls and visiting clients' house (though I still hate making phone calls). The only thing that make me feel a little bit down lately is that Luna is sick. She has diarrhea and becomes very thin. I took her to the vet on Tuesday but she's not getting any better. Please pray for her.

"The past does not equal the future."

21 Oct 2013

October 2012
"If you want to succeed in your life, remember this phrase. The past does not equal the future. Because you failed yesterday; or all day today, or a moment ago, or for the last six months; the last 16 years, or the last fifty years of life doesn’t mean anything…all that matters is what are you going to do, right now." - Anthony Robbins (via)

October So Far

18 Oct 2013

It wasn't my intention to go two weeks without posting anything, but lo and behold... October has been proved to be extra busy for me! With the increasing burden to finish my skripsi as soon as possible plus me working three part time jobs (three!), evenings are for resting. No internet for me (except for the one in my phone). I may be this busy until the end of the month, but who knows... perhaps I would be even busier. Let's just see.

October is My Month

4 Oct 2013

All the SEO masters will surely cringe at my choice of lame title for this post, but hey! I mean it! October is my birthday month and so it is my month, right?

Alright. So I finally got a time to go back to the blogland after two weeks of not-even-turning-on-my-laptop-for-anything-besides-doing-progress-on-final-paper. In fact, I just finished marking some posts read on Bloglovin'. Hundreds of them. (Exhausting!) And I didn't even do that on my laptop. I'm using my (brand new :D) tablet to read blogs and post this tonight. Tiny screen, awkward keyboard, tethered internet connection, but it's the only convenient way as for tonight.

I feel like I need to tell you that I hate complaining about my final paper to anybody other than my boyfriend and a few friends. That's why I've been avoiding this blog. I've ranted enough on Twitter, I think, that I shouldn't bring the negativity here. Like I said before, I should probably go back to using this blog as a getaway whenever real life seems unbearable, just like what I did a couple of years ago. Reading back to those days, I can see that my writings nowadays look dull compared to the old ones. I also used to have quite a number of royal readers and commenters. I don't know if the decreasing number is because of me or if it is because of the big changes in the blogland just like what Kaelah talked about on her blog a few days back. Well, I was never a famous blogger, but even the amateur like me has been feeling the shifting so perhaps it is real.

Anyway, while I was gone, I got myself a plenty of part time jobs and one that I had to cancel due to the conflicting schedule. (See? I wasn't kidding when I said I was busy.) I am now a coordinator assistant in a private course institution and also a social media manager for a startup fashion line. Busy, arent I? ;)

So, yeah... Here's to October, my super special month.

PS. My tablet's wallpaper is from Kristen Victoria.

Random Photos

24 Sep 2013

A stack of books on my bed


A new hard case for my phone

Enough With the Downer

22 Sep 2013

The last two posts looked kinda depressing, didn't they? 18 and 19 September were two days to forget, yet I always remember. When you got your heart so broken, it's hard to forget no matter how badly you want to. But as for now, I'll let them sit together in the darkest part of my memory lane to be celebrated again next year. I have to think about something else.

As this week comes to an end, I'm reminded that next week will be a fresh new start to the writing process of my final paper. My #1 advisor contacted me a few days ago to set up a new (permanent) schedule of advising session and my #2 advisor said that she would be available on Tuesday. I hope it will be all downhill from there.

Also, I can't write a Weekend Wandering post this week. A and I had planned to go to Floating Market Lembang on Saturday, but it was raining and so we had to cancel. We ended up spending Saturday night at his office, trying to install YouTube on iPad to watch these hilarious videos by Sacha Stevenson (she's seriously hilarious!)

However, I will surely post Weekend Wandering #3 next week because Bandung is having Braga Festival again this year. I can hardly wait.

Here's to a good week ahead!

19 September 2012

19 Sep 2013

... was the day I wrote this:

It was the day of the phone call.

It was the day I stopped believing.

It was the day I died.

It was the lowest point in my life.

It was the day.

It would always be the day.

18 September 2012

18 Sep 2013

... was the day I managed to suck this straw and finished my drink in one breath.

It was the day you told me you had to go.

It was the day I told you you didn't actually have to go.

It was the day you went anyway, leaving me alone at the parking lot to finally gain the strength to carry on.

It was the day I told myself to think that everything would be alright.

It was the day I believed that "Tomorrow will be better."

It was the day before the day I died.

It was the day the 2012 apocalypse started (silly Mayans had no clue at all!)

It was the day.

It would always be the day.

The Best

17 Sep 2013

I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.

There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.

They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your nose from the time your older brothers dared you to run across a pile of logs. They won’t know that you fell on a hidden nail just as you completed the challenge. They’ll miss the scar on your finger, too from the time you were seven and closed a swiss army knife on it. They won’t understand that these are two of only a handful of things you can remember about your childhood. They’ll notice that you have great tits, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together and that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They won’t ask where the story you wrote came from, so they’ll never know that it was true. They’ll love it because it feels real to them. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.

They will love your good moods, your energy, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears. They won’t ever consider you strong.

When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.

And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.

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Weekend Wandering #2 Locafore 2013

15 Sep 2013

This post is image heavy.

Let's be honest here: both A and I are not really into either art, design, or jazz, so generally Locafore is not our cup of coffee. However, never having gone out of the town to the west together before, we decided to go anyway. Luckily, Locafore turned out to be a lot of fun for us. The arts were not the kind of confusing art (you know... the abstracts and the likes) and we got to see Jubing Kristianto, an Indonesian guitar soloist. I had planned to see Raisa on stage, but alas we got to the venue right when she got off the stage. Haha

The Hooper Kittens (aka The Three Diablos)

11 Sep 2013

I realise I've never properly introduced Miss Molly's three kittens (or The Diablos, as I like to call them) in this blog. Here they are:




Neutering Miss Molly

10 Sep 2013

After thinking about it since the first time I adopted her, I finally had the gut to take Miss Molly to a vet and had her neutered. (If you have pets, you should consider neutering them too. You can read this if you're still unsure.) On Sunday, PKDB (or Pecinta Kucing Domestik Bandung, a cat lovers community in my city) held a charity event where cat owners could neuter their cats for a cheaper cost. I signed up Miss Molly and so she went under surgery on Sunday night.

I witnessed the whole surgery procedure through a window. Miss Molly had an anesthesia shot, but she was awake and her eyes were opened. I don't understand how anesthesia work, but I knew she didn't feel anything because she just lay there looking confused. I kept waving and smiling at her. She was looking at me with a puzzled look, like "Where am I? Who are these people? What are they doing down there?"

For about 20 hours since the surgery, she didn't want to eat or drink. She slept all day yesterday, but she finally ate her food in the afternoon. She's doing fine now. In fact, she eats a lot. People say that a neutered cat has the tendency of getting fatter and I don't mind at all. Cuddling with Miss Molly would feel even more fun if she put on some weight. Her kids are all supportive too, in a way where they keep bugging her and asking to suckle.

I'm just hoping that the stiches are cured soon so that I can cuddle with her again. I really miss hugging her tightly.

Typical September

6 Sep 2013

I hate to say this, but I've always had this little hatred for September for years now. Majorly because it is the start of the new school year, but also because last year's September was, like, the lowest point of my life. I am a pessimist, so when August came to its end, I already knew that I shouldn't have put too much expectation on September. That, however, doesn't help with the disappointments I experience right now.

First, one of my final paper supervisors is busy for the whole first three weeks of September, so I have to postpone any progress of this paper to the last week of September. What?

And to add to that, my laptop charger is broken so I can't use the laptop at all. All my files are there, and even though I'm using Dropbox to backup some of them, most of the references I've downloaded from the internet are in the folder which is not automaticaly backed up to Dropbox.

I'm using my family's PC to post this and the old keyboard is... well, old. We rarely use it now that each of us owns a laptop, so this keyboard is covered with dust, much like the tomb of Pharaoh.

So, yeah... I really need to fix my charger.

On the brighter side: my boyfriend bought me John Green's An Abundance of Katherines(!!!)

I love John Green. As I said on Anjali's blog, John Green is like the Albus Dumbledore of young adult fictions. I've read all of his books, except An Abundance of Katherines and Let It Snow. The last one I read was Will Grayson, Wil Grayson and I finished it in just three days. What a waste of a good book, no? So for this one, I'm taking my time. It's been four days and I've only read 20 pages. Hahaha

PS. My dad just called from Way Kambas and he said he'd buy me elephant tshirt and stuffed toy. Woot!

See You

29 Aug 2013