Mindbender

warning, this entry won’t be reader friendly and understandable. pardon me!

yesterdays

had a nice walk in a campus at night. pretty much sneaking in, climbed up the fence and ran off when we saw flash of light belonged to the security guards. walk along along along along till the night got late and off we went home. life is nice indeed.

"i need a hug.." yes dear, everybody does.

too pampered too spoiled. but i like. gee thanks.

had hundreds of how are yous and dozens of nothing at all lines. once again. i like. so bloody much.

no lampion but there is nasi liwet and Casino Royale. can i smile now? can i can i???

today

tha big boss came and i couldnt help myself from giggling. darn mobile phone. that was a meeting with lit lawyers. isn’t that invention awesome? jakjazz, i don’t care. moot court, well i do care, a bit, but puhleeze don’t ruin my saturday night. hehehe..

being sucha white slave, late lunch but it paid off.

tomorrow

playing hard to get like a highschooler. if you want to pick me up just do it, darling. tomorrow is friday night! yippie! and i’ve got my saturday off so i don’t have to set my alarm clock and wake up early in the morning. don’t we all love weekends?? hehehe.

horror movie. wimbledon. the latest asterix. graduation. so many plans so little time. lets do it darling, one by one!

isn’t life beautiful?

it starts with "this very fine young lady should get married, not working and studying all the time, because at the end of the day, what are you chasing after?"

ahem. well old people, i can argue this for hours. I’m not saying that i don’t want to get married. i would love to, trust me. tomorrow if possible! but the thing is i haven’t found the right one. to spend the rest of my life with. to forever sit together on the sofa and watch TV/read books/talk. to raise kids. too cook in the kitchen. Meanwhile, i have some more things to do. i’m thinking until i find the right one, i will continue working. this is the world that i really feel that i belong to. there are students waiting in the class for my lecture. there are due dates to meet and tasks to finish. there are knowledge and new things to learn everyday. how come you old people don’t enjoy this? it feels damn fab! better than being domesticated and watch infotainments at home after doing home chores.

however, i feel bad to my mom, having to answer all these nonsense grandmamas utterances. she has to deal the fact that her oldest daughter is not into marriage (yet), oh wait, not not into marriage, but still has not planned to get married. later mom, i will!

"oh! can you just please goddamn say it!"

hahaha people would frown if i say that i’m a girl who will speak up if i have a crush on someone. just blurt it out babe! how come only guys who have the right to say and we have to shut our mouths off! but believe me, in our ideal world where we are supposedly chosen and guys are the bees who buzz and sting near the nectared flower, it’s not that easy for girls to say it. too proud, that’s the main reason. gengsi tai kucing. wimpy perhaps! but sometimes if it’s too hard to bear, maybe it’s the time to speak your mind. sometimes they are just daft and get it wrong. sometimes they think that you’re not interested by playing it hard. ahh enufff, sounds like a letter in agony aunt at cosmogirl. oh please!

"loh salah siapa pake baju seksi, makanya disuit-suitin tukang ojek tuh!"

hey all pervert creature, dont blame it on the outfits, but it’s your problems of holding your horses, and keep your stupid gutter-ish mind in your pants! we don’t whistle off guys who have nice bums, we don’t pop our eyes out to see hot guys in the streets. hello. i wonder how on earth they have the justification that it’s girls in skanky skirts’ faults that the rape cases’ increased. bah. my fu*kin ass. aiyy, excuse my French.

I’ve been watching your world from afar,
I’ve been trying to be where you are,
And I’ve been secretly falling apart,
I’ll see.
To me, you’re strange and you’re beautiful,
You’d be so perfect with me but you just can’t see,
You turn every head but you don’t see me.

I’ll put a spell on you,
You’ll fall asleep ‘cos I’ll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I’ll be the first thing you see,
And you’ll realise that you love me..

(Aqualung)

"and yes, you are my strange and beautiful.."

Soo many lifes i’ve left.

The girls at St. Johns Court that always talk until late. Let’s burn the midnight oil baby! no studying no books, just us and the wine. even some say wine and girls don’t go together, well actually they do! see how we laugh our asses off with tearful but cheerful shrieks?? One tells about mind fuck and pet names, one gordes queen who writes amazing blog. I love you. Sometimes my eardrums hurt but damn girls! i love you soo much and been missing you a lot.

Stocks and Ifor Evans Crazy bunch.

Some guys who do rollies under the tree. One is a bit scary and touchy, eek! one is grumpy like my grandmama and hates poshy places. One cute with chubby cheeks and friendly smile. One makes funny remarks like "i’m a frustrated artist, oh no, i’m just frustrated!". One does funny gestures and a bit jumpy like a clown. And they all play cricket under my window. Insane but jolly fun.

Flatmates come and go.

We invented Pasta Masala and that was a big success. I know some crazy kinds of tea such as Fennel and Sencha from this girl who is German, who doesn’t like beer and follows my habit drinking shandy! She doesn’t do the dishes and has to be kicked at the ass to do it. She has lame sense of joke (like me) so we laugh at the same stupid things that people think it is not funny. We dance in the kitchen, we gossip and we cook (or try to cook ^_^). One mexican, one american, one british pakistani, one true pakistani, one indian, one japanese. Let’s count how many.

Fall in and out.

An Indonesian guy who left me because of family matters. Ah nevermind. A guy from SA who has lame ‘Seff African’ kind of joke. My german flatmate would frown hearing him joking around. But he’s damn nice and lotsa surprises. A curly londoner with crazy teeth (but killer smile) at the library who ends up emailing me, until now. Likes him a lot. A malay guy who was a wicked late night chitchat friend. An old friend who turns up being a witty and kick ass friend. or best friend. or lover. or more than just lover. anything.

Hangouts

This guy and his sidekick love exotic restos. From ethiopian to spicy tacos at mexican resto. We go clubbing at Guanabara and go bar-hopping around hoxton. Next is an easygoing girl who’s too attractive sometimes makes her in trouble. Last dinner in her flat she cooked an amazing Indian food. Perfect! This girl is my partner in shopping, also gallery going, jeans hunting, and some more places to go because of boredom! Hey remember this aaawwesome vietnamese resto? *winks*. Some girls in the gang are also unbelievably great. Tesco guy girl. Cabrona girl. and the trip to Cambridge was soo damn cool! Captain Kidd was found because of this big bloke craved for homey but quiet bars. comes Proud of Whitby. Yes, a silly name but wicked place! Someone who likes movie-going finally arrived here in Jakarta few weeks after me. at least if the city lingers too much i’ve got a friend to share. hehehe. comes dinner at  Kings Cross with the girls, a filmmaker and her husband, and a mad doctor who dates her professor. Fabulous people.

Nice life. I know. I enjoy every second of it.