Random Photos

24 Sep 2013

A stack of books on my bed

Eleanor

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

*WARNING*
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:

Billy

Lily

Luna

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!