September 29, 2009
This is what I did for a couple of days during my holiday:
Crappy acting, cleavages, lousy effects, revealing clothes, cleavages, mushy lines, and cleavages!
Does it get any better? =p
However, I’m not a man. Cleavages don’t hold any appeal to me.
After a while, the “Don’t let me use my magic on you” and “Do I have to use my powers on you?” which is normally just disgusting is now officially nauseating.
One episode a day, is the appropriate dose. Don’t watch is marathonly like me. The side effect include involuntary hurling, goosebumps, cynical laugh, and it does not go away easily!
September 27, 2009
These J. Crew peep-toe pumps are calling my name. LOL
Lyla printed peep-toes, in papaya, was $250.00 select colors $129.99 item number 15447.
The website wrote:
Our newest love—Lyla, in the season’s prettiest prints, topped with a straw bow.
I usually hate papaya. The sight of it, the smell of it. The taste of it, moreover. But this papaya I won’t mind. ;]
Happy Sunday, everyone!!!
September 25, 2009
*Inspired by Gunawan Tanpanamabelakang =]
I had a ball of yarn.
White of color, brand new, and thick.
I was going to make something out of the yarn.
A scarf, a hat, a muffler, a glove, a vest? The list goes surprisingly long.
I took my time in deciding what I’m going to crochet.
After some time I decide a scarf. It’s practical. What use have I of a muffler? Or a glove? True, they’re much fancier, but they’re also harder to make. Why bother, when I can make something simpler.
Am I right or am I right? =p
So I started crocheting.
Until the n-th row, I stopped and took a look at my work.
It was lopsided.
Instead of being square and nice, it was rounded and did not look like a scarf at all. If I continue it, it will eventually turned out circular. Instead of scarf, I’m going to have a tablecloth. Gah.
I don’t know why. Perhaps I am not very good at crocheting. Perhaps I made a wrong stitch somewhere. Perhaps I used the wrong type of yarn. Or the wrong size needle.
Perhaps the yarn is onto me. LOL
I put it aside.
I don’t want to continue down this road where at the end of it I’m only gonna found a pair of blistered hands and a lopsided scarf. No one wants a lopsided scarf.
So I put it aside. I don’t have a scarf and I only got a part of my yarn. And I forgot about the both of them.
One day I opened my cupboard and there it was. My unfinished scarf, wrapped with the remainings of the yarn.
I took them, and I pulled the strings.
I figured if I am not going to have a scarf I might as well pull the unfinished scarf apart and take the yarn and turn it into something else. A flower, maybe. I probably can crochet a flower.
As I pulled on my unfinished scarf I got my yarn back. Only now instead of white yarn neatly tucked into a ball, I have a long string of yarn, now curled from the stitches I made long ago and piled up in one confusing, tangled heap.
So I started rolling the string. I pulled it, I straightened it, and I rolled it into the ball it used to be. At the end of this road, I’m going to have my ball of yarn, and I am going to make something out of it, only this time I’d be more careful. I’d stop at the end of a row and take a look at my work.
September 19, 2009
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well… although I wish you would not call me “my dear.”
Mr. Darcy: [chuckles] Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it’s what my father always calls my mother when he’s cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well let me think…”Lizzie” for every day, “My Pearl” for Sundays, and…”Goddess Divine”… but only on *very* special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And… what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy…?
Elizabeth Bennet: No! No. You may only call me “Mrs. Darcy”… when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: [he snickers] Then how are you this evening… Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses her on the forehead]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy…
[kisses her on the right cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy…
[kisses her on the nose]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy…
[kisses her on the left cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy…
[finally kisses her on the mouth]
Vie: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I really should find something better to do…
September 18, 2009
“Ya.” Sebotol mahal anggur putih ada di depan matamu, tapi kamu tak pernah tahu. Kamu terus menanti. Segelas air putih.
“Yes.” A bottle of expensive white wine is here in front of your eyes, but you never know it. You kept waiting. A glass of water.”
It’s been a year since this book was published.
And months since I borrowed it from my friend (maafkan saya, Fer… =p), but I didn’t touch the book until last night.
And even tough it’s not half as interesting as Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons, nor as touching as Cecelia Ahern’s P.S. I Love You, I find myself unable to put it down.
Recto literally means the page on the right side of an open book, and Verso the left.
There’re eleven short stories in this…hmmm…work, with eleven corresponding songs. It’s quite interesting, and this coming from a person who rarely reads Indonesian literature.
The second story of this book is about a guy (in this book he is known as simply ‘Abang’ , no names) who had autism, and he has been accustomed to spending his Sundays with a girl, ‘perempuan’. Then Abang’s younger brother returned from his studies overseas, and the girl started seeing him. The boys’ mother (Bunda) had a talk with the girl, saying that she’d prefer her to date Abang, since he loves the girl not only with his heart, but with his soul. And the girl replied by saying that Bunda cannot possibly know that, since she is not an angel who can know a person’s heart. Hence the title, “Malaikat Juga Tahu” (“Even Angels Know”?). LOL
The music video tells the short story written in the book version:
Nice way of spending an idle day. I haven’t finished the book yet, Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol showed up, and you know, Brown trumps all. =)
September 17, 2009
I love Marchesa’s new collection!!!
Complete and utter lack of things to do have led me browsing the web and I stumble upon the new collection from Marchesa.
Okay, that’s a total lie. I regularly check fabsugar.com. That’s the thing about unlimited internet access. LOL
So anywaaa~y…here are my faves:
So…what d’you think?
Owh, and if you’re as idle as I am, check out the sartorialist. It’s a blog of photos taken candidly (or so I think), of people with vastly different sense of fashion. A lot of the clothes are not my cup of tea, but it’s still interesting to see how people dress up in, say, Milan. Anyway, apparently the blog is very popular.
September 16, 2009
I found this cute little website that offers cute themes for wordpress, for free. Check out all that cuteness: http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com
And so I want to change my wordpress theme.
I like this one:
But perhaps it’s a little too darn cute for me.
This one, maybe?
Or this one:
But as for this one…..
It is just too cute it makes me wanna throw up.
One liiiiittle bump on the road, though, I opened the rar file I downloaded and read the instruction and I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to do. Like…
*** Installing WordPress Themes
1. Access your Web server using an FTP client or Web server administration tools.
What the hell is an FTP client?