March 30, 2010
Seems like I’ve been abandoning my current wordpress blog for the (not-so-)new and exciting tumblr!
Check out my tumblr if you please… 😉
March 7, 2010
So I had a conversation like this with a shop girl today:
Me: Do you have any alarm clocks?
Shop girl: Yes, we do *motioning the various clocks on display*. What kind do you want?
Me: Umm…the cheapest one.
Yes, I lost it this morning. No, not my alarm clock, unfortunately. Sadly, it’s my cellphone that I lost. My cellphone which has always doubled as my alarm. And since I have trouble waking up even WITH an alarm, I thought it’s be best for me to find one soon.
Damn, I love that small, sleek, sophisticated, scratched phone.
RIP, dear cellie… 😦
March 5, 2010
Yes, I am happy.
After spending all night with my eyes wide open, I finally get my test results.
“Test results” sounded like a pregnancy test or an HIV test, huh?
But no, twas that English test I thought I botched up.
Last night I turned off the lights, covered myself with blankets and pulled Forrest the Basset hound with the sad eyes. Then I closed my eyes, only to open it again within the next thirty seconds. Anxiety came washing. I’m not really confident with how I did. What if I get a 5?
After that my eyes are wide open. Until three in the morning.
And that’s how I overslept and missed class.
But I got the results at one o’clock, and I got an 8.
Quite satisfactory, won’t you say?
Yeah, not bad.
Yes, prayer works! Now let’s pray that I got crowned Miss Universe. 😄
No, forget that. Pray that I got a scholarship to France. See, my wishes aren’t exactly unrealistic, right, Dad? =)
8.5 for listening, 8.5 for reading, 7.5 for writing, and 7.5 for speaking.
Thanks, Marge! 😉
March 5, 2010
Remember when you were a kid and you’d be asked, what do you want to be when you grow up?
And remember how the answers are usually: a) a president, b) an astronaut, c) a professor, and sometimes, d) superman?
Well, I never wanted to be Wonder Woman, but I have dreamt to be a doctor at one point.
And a super secret agent, during the airing of Alias. But hey, I am an Indonesian. I imagined what Indonesian’s CIA would be like, and then I realise I don’t even know the name. So that’s bye-bye to Sydney Bristow. Besides, I love my teeth, like, very much.
I guess what I’m trying to say beneath all that babble was that we grow up, eventually, and forgot about what we wanted to grow up as in the first place.
It’s because the dream is too ridiculous (if you want to live in Saturn, of course it is), too disturbing and inappropriate (if you wanted to be a stripper, that is. And the idea that a kid knows what a stripper is, is already disturbing), but most of the time, it’s too difficult.
I realise that being a doctor translates to minimum sleep and maximum studying, minimum play and maximum work. All work and no play makes Vie a dull girl, so I quit that dream long ago. Of course, I didn’t realise that chemical engineering translates to the same level of disgusting work hours. Still, it’s still much easier than medicine. It also took years and years to become a good doctor. In America, that means four years of high school, four years of college, four years of med school. Also internship, and more years of residency if you wished to be a specialist.
Yes, I learnt that in Grey’s Anatomy. So what.
So, my point is that, take a step back. Think about your goals before adulthood kick in and keeps your feet on the ground. Try to remember what you wanted to do back in the carefree days, when your wings are still intact and your innocence untouched.
(Why so poetic?)
Dream big, dream high, and most importantly, don’t settle.
Don’t settle for a job less than your dream job just because you don’t have the confidence that you will land that dream job. Don’t settle for someone less than your ideal because you’re afraid to end up alone.
I’m not saying that you should starve while waiting for your dream job, or worse, rob a bank. I’m not saying you shouldn’t go to university because the school you wanted didn’t accept you.
You’re an adult. Think.
March 4, 2010
The children are bored on Sundays.
The cutest campaign film, by Oliver Peoples, directed by Autumn De Wilde, and starring Elijah Wood and Shirley Manson (from Garbage).
And cutest music ever (Just You and Me, by Zee Avi).
*trying to think of something else than my test results, which will be ready tomorrow*
March 2, 2010
They say that when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
I say squeeze the lemon, aiming the juice to their eyes.
Whoever they are.
Who are they anyway? To act wise and say wise things??!!
Well, first there’s the vicious deadlines that I can’t seem to keep up with.
Then there’s the oblivious person whose thoughts I can’t make out.
Then there the obnoxious person who I shouldn’t have told anything to at all.
And on the top of it all, prospective company rejects my application.
*I ran out of -ous adjectives. One more thing to be blue about. =(
Well, no used crying over spilt milk.
Again, they said it.
I’m still feeling blue.
And felt like crying.
I know what might make me feel better. Throwing lemon juice at the obnoxious person, for one.