the things I miss (and crave for):

morning, sunshines!

It's a national day-off today. So I woke up at around ten and stretched and stretched like there's no tomorrow.
Hey, you know one thing that people don't know about me? It's the tiny little fact that I adore classic movies. We used to have the MGM channel at the house here, but that was a long time ago when we still lived in, I don't know, Bumi Bintaro Permai? Jeez, that was a hell of a long time ago and of course, being infatuated with boybands, I didn't even glance at MGM back then. MTV was my only hero, all day and night.

Anywaaaaaaay,

I do love classics. I mean, aside from the way they dress and talk, I love the simple love stories. Once I had the opportunity to watch Rebel Without A Cause with the fabulous James Dean in it. I just sat there gawking at him haha I mean come on, that is what you call a classic good look on a man!! He's tough, yet crumbles when he's near the girl he adores, and he stands up against people that he disagrees with, and of course, he smokes. I also recently watched the one with Warren Beatty on it but I forgot the title. It's the one where he lives in a flaat, and his neighbor is a sophisticated lady, and.....shoot I really forgot.

I've been craving all these years to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and of course, also read the book. I was on a singing euphoria when I watched Sound of Music and I enjoyed the dancing, even. Though, you know what I love the most? It might not be so much as a real, true-to-the-bone classic, but I really love the movie that's in the picture up there.

I mean, I literally watched it like a dozen times because I fell in love with it the first time I saw it. Pink Ladies and Thunderbirds rocked my world. And I was so darn excited too when my high school class decided to take that theme for the yearbook ;)

I also have this little part of me that's so very curious about Shakespeare. I want to read his creations (despite the fact that I once read Pride and Prejudice and didn't understand a thing about it. All I know is, Elizabeth fell madly in love with Mr. I'm-too-cool-for-words Darcy, and then what? The advanced English was way too smart for me; let alone Mr. Shakespeare's!) I watched Shakespeare in Love years ago, the one with Ralph Fienne in it, and got so hooked by the story that I googled it (please don't sue me) and learned the fascinating fact that the movie was made based on various Shakespeare novels. The part when Gwyneth had to pretend to be a boy was actually adapted from Twelfth Night. The part about them being star-crossed lovers, well, unless you've been living under a rock whilst every teenager in the world is salivating over Leonardo DiCaprio, is taken from Romeo & Juliet.

The movie with the grogeous Channing Tatum in it, and Amanda Bynes, you know the one called She's the Man? That's also adapted from Twelfth Night. (And so I heard an Indonesian sinetron is copying it, the one with that young actress Chelsea something? Not that I'm surprised with our beloved country's obsession of copycat-ing, but my, Will Shakespeare must be stirring in his grave if he knew.)

So if anyone shares the same excitement and passion for classic novels and movies (no classic songs for me, thanks) do elaborate. I might not be an expert on those movies, which is why I'd love to learn more. I haven't met any of my friends who is also passionate for that kind of thing, to be honest.

And word of advice, if you've got MGM in your cable at home, please don't waste it. Trust me. Boybands and box office movies come and go, but classics are never out of date. Hey, maybe that's why they call it a classic.

I wanna go hunt for DVDs !

but it's nice today

So one of my bestfriends is getting married next year. I went to her lamaran last Saturday night with the usual crowd--it was fun. I can't imagine how my friend felt though, haha. I mean, I guess when the time and person is meant to be, then it's meant to be, right?
Tsk. Such a grown-up thing to discuss for a beginning of a blog entry.
Anyways, how was everyone's weekend? Jakarta's been filled with clouds and thunders that blast mercilessly these past few days.
Hmm I've been preoccupied with quite a few stuff. I have to make one of the most difficult decision ever this week; will tell you later about it. Over the weekend I watched Friends DVDs; never fails to crack me up, hee hee.
I want to thank Ms. Runi for her reply on my post below, about the cat language we never really know. Tsk. I will post more mind-boggling topics in this blog later, ladies and gentelemen. Right now my head is kind of aching and my tummy feels funny. Hey check out what Mr. Mraz stated in one of his songs:

'It takes no time to fall in love; but it takes you years to know what love is."

That's my closing message for tonight, peoples. Mull over it, think about it, try to warp your brains around it. He is the master of words, isn't he? *sigh.
Well, time to hit the bed!
Muchas gracias.
xxx

killing time

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!

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.

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?

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.