New Blog

May 17, 2010

Guys, I have a new blog.

http://noviwijaya.blogspot.com

I’m moving, so follow me there. You know you want to. πŸ˜‰

On a last note, here is my new favorite singer, Marie Digby.

She’s pretty like a doll, sings like an angel, and plays piano handsomely. How can I not like her? πŸ™‚

“Stupid For You”

It’s not everday
That I find a person quite like you
Perfect every way
I finally found the nerve to confess that it’s you – that I want
I don’t care if I act a fool
I would damn near beg for you !
Put aside, all my pride
So don’t keep me hanging here
Cause this girl is falling stupid for you..
Stupid for you..

The proper thing to do
Is for me to act like a lady and wait
For you to make the first move
But I don’t think you’re getting the point
That it’s you – that I want
I don’t care if I act a fool
I would damn near beg for you
Put aside, all my pride
So don’t keep me waiting here
Cause this girl is falling stupid for you!
Oh, oh stupid for you

Why’s it always feel like I am
Chasing love when nothing’s there
And here I go just making the same mistake…

I’ve fallen stupid for you..

Level One Pettiness

April 19, 2010

Tonight I was bed ready at 8.

It was one of the times where I really didn’t get enough sleep the night before, and then to make up for lost sleep, i’d start sometime between 7 pm to 8 pm, and wake up refreshed in the morning.Well, that’s the theory…

So much for theory.

The practice is somewhat different. I went to bed at 8, and was asleep when about 20 menit after 8, I heard obnoxious, loud noise coming from in front of my room.

The tutoring had begun.

Fuck.

The downside of living in a boarding house? It’s a boarding house. Means there are other boarders beside you. And some of the boarders are stupid high-school student who need private tutoring so they don’t flunk high-school math/physics/chemistry.

Yeah, I had a tutor, too in high school. But it was five or six tutors for more than a hundred student, and the fee is cheaper than my high school tuition and I didn’t have to had everything explained to me in a dumbed-down manner and in obnoxiously loud voice!

A lot of my fellow boarders are actually high school student and almost all of them had tutor over and the tutoring went on in front of my room. Wonder what is fucking wrong with their own room.

But their tutor was this one guy, who I had met since I moved in, and his voice was not loud. Well, I can still hear him in my room, but it was more like a whisper. This other teacher came with a new girl that just moved in, and his voice? I can hear all the emphasis used. Like tonight? He was teaching about mirrors, lenses, and fob, and sok. Whatever, SOB.

So I was awoken, only 20 minutes after I slept. Then I opened the door, looking for the ‘Hey-someone’s-in-there-even-though-the-light’s-out-must-be-because-she-was-asleep-let’s-keep-our-voices-down. And did it succeed?

NO.

Then I got frustrated and started playing music. And turned the volume to maximum.

Hey, two can play this game.

Somewhere between the sixth or seventh song, I get creative and started to lower the volume and max-ed it in the refrain. One of my favorite song was “Shut Up” (Simple Plan).

Yea, I can be very petty at times…

Happy Easter!

April 4, 2010

Happy Easter!

Today, about 1977 years ago Christ arised from the dead. Must’ve been pretty freakish for Mary Magdalene, and the people who saw Him died and then saw Him walked about the streets three days later as if nothing happened, but awesome for us! =)

Sola gratia.

Oops

March 30, 2010

Seems like I’ve been abandoning my current wordpress blog for the (not-so-)new and exciting tumblr!
Sorry… πŸ˜›
Check out my tumblr if you please… πŸ˜‰

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 thanΒ  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.

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… β™₯ β™₯ β™₯

πŸ˜‰

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 πŸ˜‰ 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