I wonder what cats are thinking.
Don't you?
I cruised by a thoughtful-looking cat on my way to the train station this morning. The black little fella was looking up at a front gate of a big house, just staring up very seriously. Probably wondering how the heck he could jump inside.
And then I passed another stray kitty just standing by the road, looking forlorn yet also thoughtful, staring at the asphalt and people passing by. Hmm. What are they thinking of right that second?
So the movie version of Confession of a Shopaholic finally hit the town. But, to much dismay, though it doesn't surprise me, a lot of ABG Jakarta are now apparently comparing themselves to Becky Bloomwood. Facebook status are a-changin', shamefully saying that 'Confessions of Shopaholic: Gue Banget!'
Hmm. Really? You spent almost a thousand Euros for a bag? You take daily trips to Paris and Milan with your best friend just because you want to buy coats? Your honeymoon trip is traveling around the world with your hubby? You max out your credit cards just to get a pair of shoes, really?
I mean, wow. That's scrumptious.
Did you even read the series before you decide that the movie is so completely you?
Tsk-tsk. This is the problem with teenagers in Jakarta. Does anyone feel or think the same way? Maybe I'm just being uncharacteristically bitter. I need breakfast!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
the things we don't really need in this life....
..is people who post their Facebook status as if they were some kind of a megastar and we're all supposed to follow each and every minute of their lives just in case someday we turn it into a movie.
You know those Facebook status that is so unimportant, it makes me cringe, right? Well I've seen so so so many people write even more unimportant replies. For example:
Dinda is.... taking a bath. (10.47 a.m)
Dinda is.... finished with the bath, going to eat now. (11.10 a.m)
Dinda is.... very full. Gonna go now to campus, which is located in Karawaci, because I have class from 12 til 5. (11.15 a.m.)
People's comments: "goodluck!"
I comment : "thanks!"
Their comment: "you're welcome!"
i. don't. friggin'.care.
Okay so the scene isn't exactly like that-it was just an example. But come on,you seriously expect others to give that much damn about your personal life? And to those who often comment on other people's status in such an unimportant state: please, get a life, I'm begging you to. Fb status is fine when you want to announce something; a tragic death, a celebration, a promotion, announcement that you're selling something; it's even okay if you wanna let your feelings out, but gosh, trust me, we don't want to know what you ate for breakfast or what your plan is for today because we don't care. At least I don't.
Well of course unless what you had for breakfast is an imported eggs with French cheese and Italian bread that are the very last pieces on earth and so rare that nobody but you could ever find it in this world, then it's okay to brag.
It is even okay when you state something you want. For example: "I want spaghetti." That's still very normal. "I miss you,", that's normal, even though nauseating.
Who could've guessed that being a Facebook member opens my eyes that there are still waayy too much people who are weirder than me in this world, tsk.
You know those Facebook status that is so unimportant, it makes me cringe, right? Well I've seen so so so many people write even more unimportant replies. For example:
Dinda is.... taking a bath. (10.47 a.m)
Dinda is.... finished with the bath, going to eat now. (11.10 a.m)
Dinda is.... very full. Gonna go now to campus, which is located in Karawaci, because I have class from 12 til 5. (11.15 a.m.)
People's comments: "goodluck!"
I comment : "thanks!"
Their comment: "you're welcome!"
i. don't. friggin'.care.
Okay so the scene isn't exactly like that-it was just an example. But come on,you seriously expect others to give that much damn about your personal life? And to those who often comment on other people's status in such an unimportant state: please, get a life, I'm begging you to. Fb status is fine when you want to announce something; a tragic death, a celebration, a promotion, announcement that you're selling something; it's even okay if you wanna let your feelings out, but gosh, trust me, we don't want to know what you ate for breakfast or what your plan is for today because we don't care. At least I don't.
Well of course unless what you had for breakfast is an imported eggs with French cheese and Italian bread that are the very last pieces on earth and so rare that nobody but you could ever find it in this world, then it's okay to brag.
It is even okay when you state something you want. For example: "I want spaghetti." That's still very normal. "I miss you,", that's normal, even though nauseating.
Who could've guessed that being a Facebook member opens my eyes that there are still waayy too much people who are weirder than me in this world, tsk.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
this page is dedicated to you
I am cold! I'm freezing, brr.
So recently I've learned the value of having dear, dear friends. A recent, um, incident forced me to walk around like a zombie. And I just realized, in the car drive back home, that wow, I have people who care about me.
I do have two circles of tight friends, the high school besties and college buddies. And I am blessed to have ppl like them, why? Because they drop everything else they're doing just for me? Because they kiss the ground I walk on?
Hell no.
Because we laugh at weird people behind their back. Mwahahaha.
No, seriously,we do share the same minds. I mean, even someone who isn't that weird to look at, but when I'm with my friends and we see just see the tiniiessttt unusual bit about him/her, we could crack up endlessly.
That might sound mean. But the good thing is, they also support me. I think high school and college would've been one hell of a boring place if I hadn't met them. I mean, they're willing to sit down and just listen to what I was babbling about and actually give advises. I'm used to advising people; I'm not used to being advised, let alone one that actually makes sense. (I owe you, Tania.)
I'm feeling very emotional today. So yes, the point is, I'm happy. I'm blessed. Even if something doesn't turn out good, I still have them by my side. I mean, this is friendship, isn't it? I feel sorry for people who are filthy stinking rich, glamorous, have ten cars in a 12-car garage, houses all over the world, CEO of a brilliant company...but not knowing who to call in the middle of the night when they wanna let something out. Not knowing whom they could go to the mall with, just to window-shop or check out the latest shoes.
And the thing is, my best friends vary from one category to another. I mean, when I wanna cry my eyes out, I know who to call. When I wanna share a silly, funny-slash-mean story, I definitely know where to go. When I just wanna gossip ruthlessly about people that don't even really matter to me, I also know who's up for it. If I wanna check out the city's newest spots, I know who I should run to. And the best thing is they all have my back to support me.
Having one circle of bestfriends is already a blessing.
And I have two.
Yes, you can go on and hate me for it.
Hey girls, if you read this, please reduce back the size of your heads to normal, okay?
So recently I've learned the value of having dear, dear friends. A recent, um, incident forced me to walk around like a zombie. And I just realized, in the car drive back home, that wow, I have people who care about me.
I do have two circles of tight friends, the high school besties and college buddies. And I am blessed to have ppl like them, why? Because they drop everything else they're doing just for me? Because they kiss the ground I walk on?
Hell no.
Because we laugh at weird people behind their back. Mwahahaha.
No, seriously,we do share the same minds. I mean, even someone who isn't that weird to look at, but when I'm with my friends and we see just see the tiniiessttt unusual bit about him/her, we could crack up endlessly.
That might sound mean. But the good thing is, they also support me. I think high school and college would've been one hell of a boring place if I hadn't met them. I mean, they're willing to sit down and just listen to what I was babbling about and actually give advises. I'm used to advising people; I'm not used to being advised, let alone one that actually makes sense. (I owe you, Tania.)
I'm feeling very emotional today. So yes, the point is, I'm happy. I'm blessed. Even if something doesn't turn out good, I still have them by my side. I mean, this is friendship, isn't it? I feel sorry for people who are filthy stinking rich, glamorous, have ten cars in a 12-car garage, houses all over the world, CEO of a brilliant company...but not knowing who to call in the middle of the night when they wanna let something out. Not knowing whom they could go to the mall with, just to window-shop or check out the latest shoes.
And the thing is, my best friends vary from one category to another. I mean, when I wanna cry my eyes out, I know who to call. When I wanna share a silly, funny-slash-mean story, I definitely know where to go. When I just wanna gossip ruthlessly about people that don't even really matter to me, I also know who's up for it. If I wanna check out the city's newest spots, I know who I should run to. And the best thing is they all have my back to support me.
Having one circle of bestfriends is already a blessing.
And I have two.
Yes, you can go on and hate me for it.
Hey girls, if you read this, please reduce back the size of your heads to normal, okay?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
the calm after the storm
These are the things I hate the most:
1. Unsweetened ice tea
2. Having nothing to do
3. Waiting.
4. Lies.
5. People who lie
6. People who make me wait
7. People who dare serve me unsweetened ice tea
8.Uncertain conditions
9. People who are norak (e.g. dressed in fashion's trendiest lines but sadly it doesn't go with their looks, physically)
10. People who go after someone else's boyfriend
11. Waiting.
12. People who don't give a damn about others.
13. People who make me wait.
Do you get the point?
Do you see a pattern there?
I don't like waiting. For anything, or anyone. I don't like waiting for a class to start or finish. I don't like waiting for my friends to show up (sorry people, hahah, but it's the truth.) I don't like waiting in a line at the bank, I don't like waiting for my text to be replied. I don't like waiting for the lights to be on after a blackout.
I. don't. like. to.wait.
Therefore, I think the people who make others wait are cruel and ruthless, in any case. I like everything to be certain, around me. I don't like guessing "Now what?" "What should I do?" but the ONE thing I hate the most, is the one question in this world that revolves around us.
"What if?"
I don't think anyone should be confused about that question above. You don't go around walking in life thinking "What if I took that job last month--I would've been able to earn more money and buy that sports car right about now."
"What if I hadn't taken the shortcut- I wouldn't be stuck in the traffic right now."
You know what, you made a decision. You shouldn't regret yourself over it and you know what else, you can't change it. Asking What Ifs does nothing to change your life.
Asking What Ifs also turn your world upside down because suddenly, you don't know where you stand. Suddenly everything around you is uncertain. Suddenly, there's nothing you can do but wait for the situation to calm down so you can take control again.
Which is why I hate waiting.
I don't like to be controlled - by a situation. I want to be able to control it instead. I want to appear cool, calm, collected, cautious.
The truth is, I am not feeling good. I feel like there's something wrong with the environment, the peers, the cirlces I'm involved with, though I don't know what.
I don't like uncertainty.
I don't like to guess around in the dark. I want everything to be clear. The simplest example is, when you tell me that you like the cookies I make (haha, weird example) , be specific with what kind that you like. Which of those cookies are really your favorites? Do you like the oatmeal cookies, choco chip cookies, devil's food, brownies, sugar cookies--what ? And after you praise my cooking, for example, then what do you expect me to do? Do you want me to make you another batch? Are you just giving compliments then you go? Should I prepare another tray of moist warm cakes without consulting you first, because you know that I know that we know each other so well; I don't have to consult with you first.
What?
What?
Wait. I'm kinda hungry.
This is a wrong set of example, darn. My tummy is grumbling.
Now my head is filled with images of moist chocolatey cakes with fudge, just out of the oven, freshly-baked with the scent wafting in the air. Mmmm.
Well anyway.
Seriously, people should finish their own sentences. People shouldn't keep other people in the dark. When you compliment me, or when you criticize me like hell, or when you list the things you don't like about being friends with me, for example, then for God's sake, don't disappear afterwards. You have to finish saying what you started so other people don't have to go around guessing in the dark.
You have to be responsible for each and every words you say. You know that.
Woohoo. I don't think anyone understands this post but me. =S
I'm sorry, just letting out steam. I don't like this post.
1. Unsweetened ice tea
2. Having nothing to do
3. Waiting.
4. Lies.
5. People who lie
6. People who make me wait
7. People who dare serve me unsweetened ice tea
8.Uncertain conditions
9. People who are norak (e.g. dressed in fashion's trendiest lines but sadly it doesn't go with their looks, physically)
10. People who go after someone else's boyfriend
11. Waiting.
12. People who don't give a damn about others.
13. People who make me wait.
Do you get the point?
Do you see a pattern there?
I don't like waiting. For anything, or anyone. I don't like waiting for a class to start or finish. I don't like waiting for my friends to show up (sorry people, hahah, but it's the truth.) I don't like waiting in a line at the bank, I don't like waiting for my text to be replied. I don't like waiting for the lights to be on after a blackout.
I. don't. like. to.wait.
Therefore, I think the people who make others wait are cruel and ruthless, in any case. I like everything to be certain, around me. I don't like guessing "Now what?" "What should I do?" but the ONE thing I hate the most, is the one question in this world that revolves around us.
"What if?"
I don't think anyone should be confused about that question above. You don't go around walking in life thinking "What if I took that job last month--I would've been able to earn more money and buy that sports car right about now."
"What if I hadn't taken the shortcut- I wouldn't be stuck in the traffic right now."
You know what, you made a decision. You shouldn't regret yourself over it and you know what else, you can't change it. Asking What Ifs does nothing to change your life.
Asking What Ifs also turn your world upside down because suddenly, you don't know where you stand. Suddenly everything around you is uncertain. Suddenly, there's nothing you can do but wait for the situation to calm down so you can take control again.
Which is why I hate waiting.
I don't like to be controlled - by a situation. I want to be able to control it instead. I want to appear cool, calm, collected, cautious.
The truth is, I am not feeling good. I feel like there's something wrong with the environment, the peers, the cirlces I'm involved with, though I don't know what.
I don't like uncertainty.
I don't like to guess around in the dark. I want everything to be clear. The simplest example is, when you tell me that you like the cookies I make (haha, weird example) , be specific with what kind that you like. Which of those cookies are really your favorites? Do you like the oatmeal cookies, choco chip cookies, devil's food, brownies, sugar cookies--what ? And after you praise my cooking, for example, then what do you expect me to do? Do you want me to make you another batch? Are you just giving compliments then you go? Should I prepare another tray of moist warm cakes without consulting you first, because you know that I know that we know each other so well; I don't have to consult with you first.
What?
What?
Wait. I'm kinda hungry.
This is a wrong set of example, darn. My tummy is grumbling.
Now my head is filled with images of moist chocolatey cakes with fudge, just out of the oven, freshly-baked with the scent wafting in the air. Mmmm.
Well anyway.
Seriously, people should finish their own sentences. People shouldn't keep other people in the dark. When you compliment me, or when you criticize me like hell, or when you list the things you don't like about being friends with me, for example, then for God's sake, don't disappear afterwards. You have to finish saying what you started so other people don't have to go around guessing in the dark.
You have to be responsible for each and every words you say. You know that.
Woohoo. I don't think anyone understands this post but me. =S
I'm sorry, just letting out steam. I don't like this post.
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