Haven’t Met You Yet

February 25, 2010

♫ I’m Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I’ve Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.

I Tried So Very Hard Not To Lose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility

And I Know Someday That It’ll All Turn Out
You’ll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I’ll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet

Mmmmm ….

I Might Have To Wait
I’ll Never Give Up
I Guess It’s Half Timing
And The Other Half’s Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It’s Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Possibility

Mmmmm ……

And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out
And You’ll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid I’ll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet

They Say All’s Fair
In Love And War
But I Won’t Need To Fight It
We’ll Get It Right
And We’ll Be United

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility

Mmmm …..

And Someday I Know It’ll All Turn Out
And I’ll Work To Work It Out
Promise You Kid I’ll Give More Than I Get
Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get

Oh You Know It’ll All Turn Out
And You’ll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get
Yeah I Just Haven’t Met You Yet

I Just Haven’t Met You Yet
Oh Promise You Kid
To Give So Much More Than I Get

I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love …..
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet
Love Love Love …..
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet ♪

♪ ♫ ♫ ♪♪

The girl in the music video is Lusiana Lopiato, Bublé’s current fiancée. Bublé co-wrote the hit single “Haven’t Met You Yet” for Lopilato.

“Home” was written for Bublé’s first fiancée, Debbie Timuss, and she was also featured in the music video for “Home”. And when their engagement broke up, it inspired Bublé to co-write “Lost”.

Then he penned “Everything” for Emily Blunt, whom he dated for almost three years.

Bublé seems to be thriving on new relationships and break ups, don’t you think?

Still, he’s such a goof. In a cute way, of course. And that voice… 😉

Although a certain person thinks that I don’t fit the profile of the girl who possesses fluffy animals, I do like them. And I have them. Not as fluffy as these, though:

Those are teddy bears from Teddy House. There are currently three Teddy House Indonesia, one in Jakarta, one in Pekanbaru and one in Medan.

I was looking at my friends pictures when I came upon the picture of her teddy. All dressed and named. Yes, dressed. They sell the outfits. They even classify the outfits. Spring&Summer, Winter, Jeans, Pajama, Special, and Casual. I am not kidding.

The bear in the picture is Ken, at 12″, it’s IDR 180k. The outfits are sold separately: T-shirt IDR 45k, Jacket IDR 60k, Pants IDR 50k, Shoes IDR 55k, and Hat IDR 55k.

That makes a grand total of… IDR 445k.

Some bear, huh…

I haven’t got around to visit the store when I went home, but from the looks of it, sales are great. People sure like to squander their money.

Still… ♥ ♥ ♥

😉

So today concludes my IELTS test, with a last section: speaking.

I was given a time slot at 10.40 at first, but because I have class, I asked for a switch.

So at 11.45 I entered the examination room and met Marge.

Her name was Marge Something, I cannot remember. Let’s just call her Marge.

Marge the nice, super skinny lady who laughs a lot.

She started with the easy part, and asked me things about myself. In particular, where I live (‘boarding house’), do I like living there (‘yes, it’s close to the university and to a department store’ LOL), how is the condition in that area (‘very crowded on Saturdays and Sundays, thanks to the people from Jakarta). And then she asked me about the custom in Indonesia, whether young people tend to leave home or stay there, whether Indonesian people tend to buy their homes or rent, and somehow, despite my shyness 😉 I managed to blabber away. I talk about how people will not learn to take care of themselves if they stayed home with their parents, but of course there are also advantages to living at home, such as people will do your laundry, make sure you eat three meals a day. I haven’ t talked that much to a stranger.

Of course it might have something to do that I paid USD 180 for this test, and it is not a very wise thing to seal your lips at times like this.

Well, my father paid USD 180. Still…

Part 2 is where I get a topic, and 1 minute to think about what I’m going to say and 1 to 2 minutes to talk about that topic.

And part 3 is discussion topic, supposedly connected to the topic in part 2.

But somehow, while I described a person I lived with, she started discussing fashion with me. Well, she did ask several questions related to part 2, like: do you think you are an easy person to live with? (‘yes, of course’ XD).

Fashion? Is it that obvious? Am I that obvious?

And so I blabber about Indonesian people’s sudden interest in batik.

*sigh*

I did ask her at the end, “How did I do?”

She said very well, but she could be very well telling a white lie.

T.T

Test Smest

February 20, 2010

I think I botched my USD180-IELTS-test up.

*cry*

Well, it might have been linked to the fact that I have spent somewhat a day to prepare for the test. As opposed to some people’s taking preparation class and all that. Well…a girl got a lot to do. Shopping, manicure, pedicure, and of course, the inevitable plant design, research, and piles of assignments to drown oneself in.

When I entered the room I was pumped with hope that the test would be a cakewalk. But as it turns out, I get more and more depressed at the end of each sections. Especially writing. I never like to write with organization. I write just whatever I want, in whatever sequence I feel like. Now I have problem writing academically.

Anyway…aside from the failing part, the test was quite entertaining. Not ‘ha-ha, this is a piece of cake’, obviously. But the people taking the test with me are so hilarious. One quy started to cough at the beginning of the test, which is the listening section, so you see how that might be a problem. And the cough wasn’t the ‘my throat itches, I have to cough’ type, which is usually not loud, but the ‘oh dear, I may be coming down with a bad case of col- OHOK OHOK OHOK’ which is loud. And extremely loud in an exam room where a listening test is going to take place and the noise level is expected to be zero.

And so when the invigilator came back in the room (yes, the invigilator left the room, and some of the participants -girls- started cheating with each other), the guy sitting in front of me said to her, ‘Ma’am, that guy over there keeps coughing.’

And a middle-aged woman sitting in the front added, “Yes, yes. We cannot concentrate with that sort of noise.” She made a gesture with her right hand over her right ear.

The poor coughing guy said to the middle-aged lady, “What am I supposed to do? If I can help it I don’t want to be coughing.”

The lady was unmoved. “Yes, yes. But still, we cannot concentrate.”

“No more noise during the test, okay,” the invigilator said.

And then the listening section is over, laced by a couple of quietened coughs. During the 10 minutes given to transfer the answer to the answer sheet, some of the girls that came together started whispering. It might be an attempt to cheat but it could also be harmless gosip. No one can actually make out what they were saying to each other, but it was not inaudible either.

So again, the very charming guy sitting in front of me said to one of the girls, “You. Hey, you. Yes, you. Try not to speak to your friend there.”

And in came the invigilator.

“What’s this?” she demanded.

The guy readily pointed his finger to Girl#1. “That girl,” he said, “She kept speaking to her friend.”

The invigilator walked to Girl#1’s desk. “This one?”

The guy nodded.

“Which one was she talking to?”

“I don’t know.”

And then, the middle-aged woman, who was busy writing in all those time, spoke, “That one”, pointing the girl sitting diagonally behind Girl#1, in her right. And then she kept on writing.

The invigilator pointed to Girl#2, “This one?”

The woman nodded, but kept writing.

The invigilator was pissed now, “Which one is it now?”

The woman looked up, “Yes, yes, that one,” and pointed to Girl#2.

Then the invigilator moved Girl#1 to the next room. And the test commenced.

Before the reading section began, Girl#2 said aloud, somewhat irritated, “I don’t mind moving, you know. I’d rather move than disturb the people here.” While she was saying that, she eyed the guy sitting in front of me, quite filled with hatred.

Some test, huh.

=D

I like…

February 17, 2010

…the smell of the air moments before it start to drizzle.

…the smell of coffee in the morning (and the afternoon, and the evening, for that matter).

…the three o’clock coffee with my mother, where she talks and I nod occasionally (I now know the origin of my lack of making-small-talk skill).

…that the cafeteria waiter knows I always ask to replace the milo in my milo-oreo with coffee.

…that the supermarket check-out girl knows I don’t want separate bags for my bread, fruit and/or toiletries.

…to have a cup of coffee with old friends for two hours, and catch up.

…to make fun of people. But only occasionally. Really.

…to take pictures.

…to have mood swings.

…to never leave home.

But then I remember what it’s like living with my parents.

(Not that I don’t love them)

恭喜发财!

February 14, 2010

恭喜发财!
万事如意
年年有余

Oh, and…

Happy Valentine!

♥ ♥ ♥

😉

A Wish

February 8, 2010

I wish to feel smaller under your sheets
I wish for the whole truth every time you speak
I’m thinkin’ about how you care half as much for me
While I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep…

And I guess it doesn’t matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
Ignoring me the morning after isn’t enough
And I swear I’m gonna cry
I’m sick of tryin’ to be tough

And my blood won’t stick
To the confines of my veins
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away

And I wish to feel smaller under your hands
Though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants.
And I’m thinkin’ about how you care half as much for me
While you lift up my shirt after asking politely

And I guess it doesn’t matter what I am or pretend to be
Cuz it’s her you’ll always love and it’s her I’ll always envy
I want to end this now so dreams of you won’t keep me up
But I swear I’m gonna cry, I’m sick of tryin’ to be tough

And my blood won’t stick
To the confines of my veins
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away

And it’s hard to find what I want
When it’s buried beneath the biggest rock
I could pay lots of money to help lift it with machines
But I’m not sure you’d cooperate, not sure you’d come clean

And I wish to feel smaller under your sheets
I wish for the whole truth every time you speak
And I’m thinkin’ about how you care half as much for me
As I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep

And I guess it doesn’t matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
Ignoring me the morning after isn’t enough and I swear I’m going to cry
I’m sick of tryin’ to be tough.

Yeah, I swear I’m gonna cry
I’m sick of tryin’ to be tough

And my blood won’t stick
To the confines of my veins
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away

Is gonna tear mine away…

(A Wish – Gregory and the Hawk)