Got A New One, Forget the Old Life's People

Still discuss why people come and go.
When I was in the elementary school and then in the junior high. I/ we still said hello to the old friends using phone or text, because we were in different schools. After that, one by one got new friends, different life style, or just met their new soul mate, then we rarely contacted each other. In senior high we were getting more rarely thinking about each other, we also had new friends and life.
I started thinking why this is happen? I still miss them. but my prestige say no, because I was too afraid that they won't reply my hello anymore. Well, some of them did.

In college, I started to prepare myself that it would happen again. Face it, some of them did and I became more hard and cool with that. The best part is, when I care too much, I remember that I have people who still need and love me. So, I don't really bother about that anymore. I also don't consider them as my enemy. Maybe we just don't click so much. That's all.

Then, people change, because we understand the situation. We don't mad at each other because there's nothing we can do about change to be more mature.

I was rude and say it straight to the point. Now, I know it's better to be softer. There's no use for me to slap someone with their past. lame.

Because.. People change, baby..

People who knew you better will accept you whoever you are. I do that. I hate no one, but trust just some of them. That's it! So, please..enjoy Christmas, your life, don't bother enemies. There's no enemies.

People Come and Go, Dear..

How are you people who went out of my life? You're just in different role of my life now. You were close to me and my best friends too, but you choose to disappear from me. I can understand. There must be some reason that can make you do something like that.
Our past problems, my freak and weird character or attitude, afraid that you'll bother my relationship, i'm not as rich as you, you have your own world, don't like my attitude, and many more.
People like you, and some dislike you. I totally understand. I won't try hard to make them love me. it's their right. We're just pathetic human, anyway..

Then they who love me always here to support me. So, why should I bothered people who get out of my life. Sad at first, but yes.. people come and go. Maybe I come and go too in somebody else's life. Maybe we'll meet one day and become friend again.

Glad you leave me usually when I know I have my best people. I won't feel lonely. People may hate me. They may like me after they understand me. Everybody's changing. You'll be surprised.
I experienced it, so maybe it is my reason being so insecure. I always put up a shield between me and people. It is hard to be so close with someone for me. I rarely trust someone, that's why people think that I'm rude, cynical, and ignorant. But when I care, I care too much, sometime being so over protective.

Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live (Grenade - Bruno Mars)

Pray

I'm in PMS for your info. Usually when I'm in PMS, I feel sensitive.

When I was a kid, I usually pray basic prayers (I'm Catholic, so one of them is Our Father). I don't know what kind of prayer that I should pray to God. I don't know about His favorite pray.
Now I have a lot of things to pray, usually I ask so many things.
Whatever your religion is, I'm sure you ask so many things. I think, if we don't ask, God already gave the best to you. It's just, me myself love to say it in detail, including the names. Say my pray in detail also remind me how God already gave it to me and it's like a big check for me. I rarely pray for myself. Someone says,

Let people pray for you, and you pray for another too, because when you pray for them, you'll get heaven

Yes, when I pray for them, I feel my own peace. I'm not worry about my own problems.

I have a prayer that almost never stop. Prayer for my beloved ones. Sounds naive, but yes I always do that. Sometimes the prayers brings tears, because I feel soooo thankful that I have a chance to feel love like this. Everything is not perfect, but it seems lovely for me. I cry, because it's a beautiful gift to me. I pray it everyday, only missed 3 or 4 times, and it's been almost 4 years. If the end we won't be together, that's okay even it's hurtful. That's okay, because the prayer won't let us down.

I always ask God that my parents and family get better health and peace than me.. I hope my parents healthier than me. I just want them to be happier than me too. Simple prayer.

Happiness Poetically

I'm not a person who's quite poetic. I just like to write what I want like this. Childishly, emotionally, and usually my saying and writing are not understandable. Maybe my brain has dyslexia.
Most of the time I talk with myself in my very tiny heart. I argue and discuss things with my mind.
"Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same"

I feel that lyric now, but I'm not stuck, this is the way I chose. I'm not waiting, this is my path. God is not late, He already poured me happiness. Maybe they have to change their life to feel happy.
I hope happiness is as easy as licking Vanilla ice cream. Happiness is looking for something good in every path you chose. So, it's not like I don't like adventure (I'm not an adventurer), I am a thinker.

I still automatically compare myself to somebody else's life which is quite depressing. Complicated is when you judge someone's life is perfect or not, but actually you're not in their shoes. Or. Thinking that your life is the most perfect or miserable life, while you don't see somebody else's life deeply. So, I just be grateful for who I am.

It doesn't mean life is easy for me and I did nothing to get something. I just try to be calmer than my parents. Ya, maybe I'm a little bit too slow than you, but I have my own dream. I'm proud of you that you can make yours comes true. Mine still in a process.

My happiness is not as poetic as yours, but it's not that simple either. Well, we struggle for the same thing. but in different way, time, and place. When you read this, make sure that you and I are happy in different place, time, and way.

24 From Friends, Aunties, and Cousins

Mey, me, and Yaya. minus sissy :'(

So happy that I can celebrate my birthday (eventhough we pay our own food, sorry guys). So I took metromini twice from home, and then I took Kopaja 19 and asked the man beside me is it the right bus to Ratu Plaza. He said yes and asked me am I going to hang out or looking for a job. I said, hang out. I was wearing blue stripped tanktop, long brown cardigan, jeans, and converse backpack. Am I look like Dora the Explorer or what?! Then it was almost arrived at Ratu Plaza overpass. The man beside me said I better stop right beside the overpass. I said, yeah sure, that's what I'm going to do. Finally he said, be careful.. Okay in English it means usual, he really care.. But I'm in Jakarta and he is Indonesian (I think his age is the same as mine, or around25-28). So it sounds "Hati-hati ya.." It sounds awkward, I feel like a little girl escaped from my house and played alone. Well, thank you Mr. Who.

I met my friend, Mey/Meilisa and go to Plaza Senayan from behind Ratu Plaza, and finally to Senayan City. We were waiting for Yaya who just arrived from Singapore to Soekarno-Hatta Airport an hour ago. SHe brought us chocolate and gave me a Bioderma Sensibio H2O (such a perfect toner fragance free). I felt a little bit uncomfortable with my childish-so-what outfit, while people there wore formal (maybe because most of them just from their office or something). Well, this is my day, so what. We went straight to Sushi Tei and I got a birthday cake free. The birthday cake was 4little sushi, some salmons, tobiko, and a candle. Plus a birthday song from the chef (He came from the kitchen).

After finish our dinner we went to Starbucks and sat, so that we could have a chitchat a little longer. Mey was too sleepy, because he came right after work, so it's better she went home. Not long after Mey went home, my boo came with a friend and we (Yaya, me, boo, and Teguh) talked randomly about so many things. Finally I was afraid to go home, because I didn't remember the way home, even if I use a cab/taxi. So, I sleepover in Yaya's house in Puri Cinere, and went home tomorrow's night with boo took me home with his fiend's motorcycle.

Well, we met at Citos/ Cilandak Town Square and he just drink cheap wine and a little bit dizzy. Sucks. We ate burgers and went home safely (after I was terrified by the way he drove and also with another transportation. creepy!)

Me and my young cousins.

The next 2 days later, I went to Sushi Tei in Kokas. My Auntie treated us. I got my birthday cake again :3

Far from home doesn't mean I feel lonely :)

You Can't Always Get What You Want, Girls.. (Relationship)

You want to marry a man with brown skin, but all you got is a light skin man.
He is more mature, have a steady job, you are so click with his family, but you both are so confuse about your different religion. You plan to have 2kids, one is in the same religion with you, the other with the father, but how if God only give you one? You wanna marry in your church, while your mother in law suggest a Catholic church. You both are agree with this different religion and won't make it into problems, but you don't even know how it works. You don't know if the Father is agree or not (in Catholic, it depends on the Father's decision).

You wanna have many experiences in relationship/having boyfriend, but all you got is one for almost 4 years. Sometimes you think you're not brave enough to secede from this relationship and find another fresh relationship. You wanna taste another love, but you just can't resist this one, so you just can't stop no matter how bored you are even though this one is an ignorant. It makes you become so fretful and annoying (even you say to yourself that you become someone you don't wanna be, you become so sucks).

You wanna have a relationship which last forever, husband who can sing or play music, but you meet so many boys who can sing or play music, and you try to find your prince in them. Finally the one who becomes your husband, he can't sing or play music, but he's mature and can take care of you, while those Ex's can't. You always pay yours and your boyfriend's meal, pay his ticket, pay things; because most of them didn't have a steady job, while they follow your lifestyle. Now, you were take care by your fiance.

You wanna have someone you can count on and multitasking, so that he can be a figure of a man and a father you can rely on, can take care of you, but all you got is a boy who still stuck in his own world, clumsy, still learn how to be a man, and ignorant. Yet, the boy is accepting you with your own weakness and wanna try hard to find happiness for close people surrounding him. He always try hard to make you comfortable (try hard to push aside his selfishness, try really hard), while you always complaining and afraid of everything. Sometimes he is wrong, but he always try to make it up.

You wanna be a number one, but all you got is a man (the first child of a family who didn't do anything for his family yet) who loves another thing first and make you almost the last. He used to spoil you, but now you see how close he is with his family. Somehow, you feel left behind. You both are so click, the religion doesn't matter, adaptable in any lifestyle, but you feel hesitate with the family.

You are in love with your boyfriend. You love him so much, and so does he. Religion doesn't matter, he's not handsome, but you feel very comfortable around him. You know he's the one, but not your/his family. It turns out that (your family and his) they are sworn enemies. Maybe it because the race, religion, or other dissent. You might be think your story is the same as Romeo and Juliet's. You and him try harder to past the avalanche. You know people can't choose love, but love chooses you. There must be a reason why you and someone that your family dislike are in love. You believe God gives the best way for you to live. You hope that Romeo and Juliet are be with you now.

Geez.. You can't always get what you want. A friend of mine said that lovers always have a main problem as a basic in love (as long as it doesn't hurt you or him). Sacrifice is needed, but understand each other is a must. I don't always right, but those stories and facts are real. Me myself still confused, sometimes sigh, but I would love to talk about it. We can plan everything, so that we have a standard, but reality doesn't come based on what you want.

*Results of my conversation with a friend who will soon be engaged

Jakarta's Public Transportation: Kopaja

There are a lot of public transportation in Jakarta. Metromini/angkot, Kopaja, TransJakarta, Ojek (motorcycle),  Bemo, etc. I've never been in Bemo, because I think Bemo doesn't appear in all Jakarta.
Me myself, since I worked at Cikini  last August, that was the first time I had to use Kopaja to get to my office. KOPAJA is Koperasi Angkutan Jakarta (Jakarta Transport Cooperative). What I see about Kopaja.. Kopaja is a bus with seats, but a lot of people would stand up in the middle or even near the door (by the way, the door is always open, even when inside the bus is full). It has no air conditioner. We must stand huddled, so others get a place. There's always women with skirt, and I can't imagine how hard she keep her skirt stay neat and polite.

At first I was afraid, because of so many stories about thug or bad people in Kopaja. When I saw so many women fight for their life against crime in Kopaja, I became bold. I mean..
They work everyday and use Kopaja to get to their work place. They are women, with long hair, short hair, with skirt, trousers, make-up, no make-up, backpack, handbag, employee, student, mother, etc.
So, why should I be afraid of it? I love this city full of crime, and they are in the same position like me. When I have to use public transportation, I put my face as if I do not care about surrounding me and pretended to be clever and knew everything( of course at first I ask my friend and cousins about which should I pick to get somewhere and learn from map). They see me as if I did not hesitate and confused.

New Blog!

Guys, I made a new blog called Messy Shelf. It contains my review and opinion about movies and books that I've watched and read. Usually, I just write the good one. Well, so far..
Anyway, the language I use is Indonesian, but sometimes I use English (Just follow my head. Sometimes I forgot the Indonesian or the English of a word).
This blog is not an expert, just something I like. You can find some good movies and books here. Most of all are Horror movies and Children Literature books, because those are the most favorite things for me. Don't go away, because you can find another genre (impossible if I just watch and read those genres).

So please come to my new blog and give comment ^_^
http://messyshelf.blogspot.com/

Dear Buildings

Exhausted, tired, but quite happy!

Today was a long long day!

Last night I ordered Taxi Gamya to go to Balai Kartini (Kompas Karir Fair/ Job fair) in the morning at 7.30. In the morning, I woke up and was busy texting my friend, Citra, to meet in Balai Kartini. In Balai Kartini we were queuing to insert our resume to KKF's data base and exchanged our online ticket. We were queuing about an hour. Yesterday, I was alone queuing and walk fastly from booth to booth. So, yeah..you can imagine. After we did all the procedure, we started to look for a job, we were walking from booth to booth, and applying for jobs that we want in some companies that we really want. We went home by TransJakarta and we strayed, we missed a busway stop, so we had to go back. Thank God, we just had to pay once.

Anyway, Citra and I were not in the same destination. She wanted to go to Cilandak, and I want to meet my special friend, Lando, in Mall Ambassador.

The most exhausted part is.. I walked from ngg..Rasuna (I guess) (Dukuh Atas-Ragunan Busway) to Mall Ambassador. I didn't take any public transportation. I thought I saw the mall from a distance, but then I realize it's another building. Sucks..

If only you knew the mileage,the sunlight, and the temperature. I felt like stranded in the desert.

Then THE HEAVEN was seen! Mall Ambassador. I walked like a sprinter and sit around the Mall's sliding door, waiting for Lando. I texted him, and he said he's on the way. I was so tired and had no water to drink (I lose it in Balai Kartini). After 15minutes or maybe 30, I texted him, and he said he was here, around the mall. I've been looking for him, but then he showed up and I was 'huh?! who are you?' for 3seconds.

"The real HEAVEN is come!"

Old and Still Best Friend

minus Sissy

People need each other to live. You may thought about your beloved; parents, brother or sister, best friend, or usually boyfriend or girlfriend. Parents might be the one who knew everything, but sometime they won't listen because they always think that they are right. Sister and brother? Well, I have a young sister and we talk usually only when we need to. Boyfriend? I still not sure that he's the one who'll be with me 'till the end.

 I love them all, but I need a person who want to hear my story without worrying about he/she will disappear and hate me or will never meet me anymore.

I have forever friends that I absolutely sure, they won't leave me till the end. Just like a husband in marriage (based on my type of a husband -no divorce thing-).

myrs: meilisa,yaya,rani(me),sissy. We don't mean to make a group of special people or something, but we just feel so clique with each other like nothing is hidden. We still make friend with other people, but we still share our lives and take care each other from a distance. We split into Jogja, Bandung, Jakarta, and Singapore.

I feel that our souls become one every time we meet or just sharing stories.

Sound excessive, but that's how I feel

24

I feel too old.
I read requirement for some jobs, and they said the minimum age for applicant is 24.
I saw my friend's husband, and his birthday today is 25. They are happy, young, and have a child.
I'm 23 and done nothing. This years, I'll be 24.
Can you imagine that?!
I plan things and ruined things. If you say I have to go hiking or travelling or get a job which suits my passion... It's easy to say.
The first child of a retirement 65 year's old dad. 65 which is old enough to see her daughter success, married, and hold a grandchild. I waste my days with thinking about my future while my skills are not as good as people and not enough to survive in this world. Thinking about how if I just married an-already-success man? hahaha well, it's not easy too. Nothing is easy and I just can't take everything simple.

If you still can enjoy your life like go overseas just for fun or exchange study and it's okay if you still study even when your age is 25 maybe, you're lucky. If you can enjoy the romantic world; your love take you to romantic places and guide you anywhere you go maybe, you're incredibly lucky. If you can find a job which really into your passion, you're lucky. If you're brave enough to take any job you've found, you're awesome.
I'm not like you, and I don't know if I can be like you. I envy. Really..

I just have to be brave to live my lucky life..
I have best friends, family, and a lover in my limited situation.
24, please be kind.

Little Girl and Curly Hair

Smoothing?

Why should be?

People have to be proud for what they are. If your hair is wavy or curly, you have a fabulous look. Barbie has straight hair and most of girls dream of it. They never realized how pretty they are with their own hair. They just have to treat their hair with good treatment and natural, it is not as expensive as people who have to smoothing their hair once a month. Beside, with a natural treatment, hair looks healthier, shine, and prettier.

Ahh, too bad I didn't take this little girl's photo with her curly hair. Her mom make it into a little bun and it looks fabulous too. She looks sweet.

Baby Goes to School Outfit

My 2 years old niece goes to school with this style.

What do you think?

Malang

After picked up by my cousin and her baby, she took me to Bakso President.

Well, I thought it would be like any meatballs/ bakso that I saw.

The location is pretty unique. We have to across the railroad, because the place is beside the railroad. From the eatery, sometimes we can see train and listening the instrument of the train. In the eatery, there are a lot of photos of famous people who ever eaten here.

After being so amazed with the place, I ordered the meal. I can choose what I want to by come to the food carts. There were bakso (meatball), fried meatball, wanton, dumpling, tofu, muscle meatball (bakso urat), and so on. I was addicted to it! Yumm

I chose bakso, wanton, bakso urat, and tofu.

I will plan to go there if I'm in Malang :9

Graduation

I just graduate my bachelor's education. Thank you..
Those are some of my girl friends. I feel happy for my graduation, but depressed about my career and future. hahahahahaha. I won't regret anything just try to focus on my future. Wish you a good luck Fresh Graduate mate!

You can see my braid bun for my graduation:

Family Time

At first, I felt not so excited with my dad's invitation. I don't really into Indonesian film, but it doesn't mean I hate Indonesian films. I like Hi5teria, 3 Hari untuk Selamanya, Ada Apa Dengan Cinta, Lewat Tengah Malam, Arisan, and so on. But, can you see the title? Finding Srimulat. Srimulat is a vintage one. My dad always watched it when he was young, on theater or television. It reminds him about her early days as a worker, as a poor man too.

In the evening, we all went to the Ambarukmo Plaza, to the Cinema21 to buy tickets. When I saw the seats, I knew it's not a movie that people usually looking for. There were a lot of empty seats. So what? Beside, my father paid for us and I didn't have plan with anyone that day. There was still an hour before the movie begin. So, I just wanted to take a walk, and my sister joinned me. We bought some chocolates and we got back to the cinema and sit with my dad and mom, and we had a chit-chat.

The movie begin with introducing the joke of Srimulat. I thought it was cheesy, but along the movie I laughed, and so with my family and the rest of audience..

I'm quite happy I could laugh with my family and sharing our opinion on the way to our home.
It's not about the movie, but it's about how I spend my time with my parents and sister. Sometimes, being a teenager and adult makes us rarely met with family. It doesn't have to be expensive to enjoy Family Time, we can just cook at home, turn off the television, and sharing stories while we eat on the floor.

: )

The Fact of Puffy

1. When I lived in Jakarta, Puffy always ran so fast outside the house every time he saw the gate's open and I had to run and got some tactics to make him calm and not run when I moved suddenly to take him home.
2. The first time he came to my house, he had fleas, so I was diligently took it from his body, gave him medicine, and clean the curtains-beds-sofas with his medicine.
3. He loves to sleep on the sofa, under the chair, beside our beds.
4. He once caught a big rat. ieewwhhh..
5. He once loved to annoy a cat, but he got scratch from the cat's claws on his nose. silly Puffy..
6. People called him anjing boneka: a puppy doll.
7. He loves chicken satay and orange fruit.
8. We love play peek a book with him, or play be quiet and boo (shocked game).
9. He once made love with a PUPPY.
10. He was a very jealous dog. He always barked when dad holding one of us on his back or when we just hugging. It's funny how he pushed us with his front legs and barking like we didn't suppose to do that without him. hahaha

I love him so much. Now, I think that's the reason when I feel a little bit disagree when someone (who never pet a dog) buy or pet a dog. I'm afraid they'll hurt their dog, they don't know how to pet their dog in a right way. I'm afraid they'll give their dog a chocolate or something dangerous. I'm afraid they do not bathe their dog and their dog becomes weak by fleas and their dreadlocks makes their skin itchy. I'm afraid they usually don't have enough money to pet a dog, because the treatment for a proper care is expensive. I'm afraid to pet a dog is just a trend, not something they do sincerely to make another God's creature happy and healthy. I'm afraid the owner doesn't have enough time for their dog. Dog is a dog, they are friendly, so are we, right?

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 3

He got worse and I don't know how many times we went to the clinic to get him hospitalized.

Sometimes he would eat the baby food I feed him on a small spoon, but sometimes he threw up. He didn't excited anymore with the outside world, even I didn't have to make him wear a dog leash, because he wouldn't run. He stopped being himself.

Days before my graduate exam, Puffy got to hospitalize again. On Sunday, after I had a private course of math in my house, I made Puffy a meal and four of us went to the clinic to give him a dinner. I don't know, but I did feel so afraid at that rainy night. I was pessimist that he was alive, I don't know why. I really don't know why this feeling is so real. My heart beat so fast...

The vet said we can just go to his kennel, because he just gave him new drinking water minutes ago. Me and my sister walked to his kennel and found that he was sleeping, then I called his name

"Puffy..Puffy.."

He didn't move, and my sister got panic.

I opened his kennel and shook his body, check his heart and also his breath. I found nothing. I pinched his ear and squeezed his nose like I used to just to annoy him. I cried and still hold him. My dad and mom came to us and called the vet, they took us out so that the vet could check him. Then he came to us and said that they were sorry and they said he was okay while ago, maybe he just wait for us to come to get rest in peace.

I couldn't stop crying.

My father asked me whether we buried Puffy around this clinic or around our house, and I said this clinic. After that my father drove us to buy shroud and flower to bury him. It's a little bit funny, but I couldn't help myself with this mourning. I think finally we didn't use the shroud and only use two bucket of flower. I took Puffy's collar and the vet and his assistants dig the grave and wrap Puffy with his towel (it was my towel). After they put him in the grave, we prayed quickly, because it rained heavily.

On Monday, it's hard for me to concentrate with my puffy golf eyes and friends asked me why. I still cried on my paper exam, but the score was great.

I still cried when I was at home, because it is very quite at home. My father cheered us up, and tried to made us tough. And we never pet any dogs anymore, it's a bit traumatic, beside Me and my sister were very busy with our study and many things now, I'm afraid I'll never play and give my dog attention, and also my parents are getting older now, they'll tired with a dog run in my house.

Puffy is not the last dog in my life, but he is the first dog who taught me so many things.

I love you.

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 2

Puffy is a spoiled naughty dog. He always jumped to our legs, he could put his head under our palms so that we had to stroke his head, he could steal our socks to make us caught him, and he always whined when we eat and he was in the different room watching us giggled and talk while we were enjoyed our meal.

Then we moved to Yogyakarta. I was living in dormitory, then I had to back home in Jakarta to help my family, and we went to Yogyakarta with our car. Puffy were in his kennel on the back seat. The veterinary gave Puffy 3 pills of drug to make him calm on the trip, and we also had important documents or license to have drugs and license to bring a pet in case we had to deal with police. At each stop, gas station, or restaurant, people would came to our car and laugh, because a dog like a doll were barking in our car every time he saw a motorcycle or people near the car. So, we had to covered his kennel with a blanket, so that he would stop barking. You can imagine we had to sit pretty crowded with some stuff, mom-dad-sister were on the middle seat, me and a driver were on the front seat, and we had to listen to Puffy's noise. The drugs were useless..

Then we're home!
We were living in a small home-sweet-home, but Puffy still got his space: run from door to door. We found a clinic for him to get vaccinated.

Months later he got sick. He lost his appetite, he didn't run like he did before, he always slept and I always checked whether he was breathing or not (i'm crying when I write this), then we had to go to a clinic. it's a bit far from our house. Then the vet had to hospitalize him because he was dehydrated, maybe it's because of he lost his appetite. About three days later he recovered, we were happy including my mom. My mom always pitied on Puffy when he just slept and did nothing.

Then he got sick again after months later. I was sad that he rarely barking or jump like he was. When I clapped my hand he just shake his little tail and looked excited. I think he just want us to be happy, it made him okay, because he was really weak..

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 1

When I was in elementary school grade 5-6, I love reading books about pet, especially dog. I knew all the treatments. Every afternoons, after went home from school, I went to my neighbor's house and played with their dogs. I loveeeeeee them. When the other kids played Nintendo and Play Station, I played with dogs.

One day, I was graduated from my elementary school and studied in a junior high school. My dad phoned me and asked me the sex and the color of a puppy. Brown and male.

Muffin Puffy. It was the name given to him, my poodle. He has curly and fluffy. My dad's friend gave Puffy to me. Puffy has 3 siblings, his mom is grey. His owner didn't bathe him, because the owner was afraid that he might get sick, so he had fleas and thick. The first time he came in a box in my dad's car, he was afraid for the first time far from his siblings and mommy. I was gently took him out of the box and not disgusting with his fleas, and let him sleep in the upstair's family room, near from my bedroom. When I was sleeping, suddenly I heard Puffy whined, he was crying. I came out and sleep on the sofa while he was sit under the sofa and cry. I stroke his dreadlocks fur, and he began to sleep, and I tiptoed to the restroom to wash my hand and began to sleep in my bedroom. I did it several times, because Puffy was not used to live in my home yet. I did it for days.

He was very active and naughty, my friends said he is like me. No matter how naughty he was, I love him, my sister and my dad too. My mom doesn't really like animal, and she won't a pet in our house. I trained him to lay down (Puffy, tidurrr), to shake hand (tangannya mana? or I just over my right hand), to sit (Puffy, duduk..). He bathed  once a week, got a complete vaccine, once a month went to a pet salon to get cut (his fur and nails), we bought vitamin and dog's stuff. It's such a huge expenditure, but my dad did it for me, my sister, and puffy's happiness. My dad was the scariest person for Puffy (for me too), because my dad is strict, but he is very spoiled to my dad (like me tooo, omg). When we held food, he immediately came in fron of us, sit and raised his right hand on our feet, that's the way to ask for food. He always greeted us when we go home, he would bark, jump, and peek  from the window.

The funny thing is, every time there was a thunder, he would walk down under the sofa. He did the same thing if he caught red handed chewy something and I took it, he knew that he was wrong. Oh but you should know, after a year he lived with us, he started to rebel. Every time he was naughty, we'll slap his butt, but this time, if we were mad and show up our palms in the air, he'll show his teeth and growled. Ughhh he's so naughty! but we love him so much :D

Tiny Dragon and Plants

 

 Me, my sister, and my dad went to a plant market in Bantul. There's so many beautiful flowers and plants. I was looking for flower seeds, but I think they don't sell flower seeds : |

My dad bought a big pot of something silver. It was full of green-silver leaves.

I took a picture of a tiny dragon has adventure around the plants market : D

The tiny dragon had sunbathing I think

Ah Human

Sometimes people throw away something good for something better, only to find out later that good was actually good enough and better never even came close. -Susan Gale

I can't be more agree with that. Ah human.

Learn to Take a Risk?

'Take a risk' is something that always come to my mind since a friend ask me to think about it.In the city where I live, most of people love being just they are. They don't even try to get something better with working harder. Their willingness to be better has to be the fastest one, automatic, instant, but easy. they think it's enough to be just like that, God give them this and we just have to be grateful. Take a risk for them is take a risk as a native, as what they are, be grateful and not really interested to be better or richer or to be liked and so on by trying harder or to compete.

Sadly, I will become one of them maybe. I don't want to give up on something which is not really difficult than what my parents had done to live. I want to have a willingness to compete. I don't wanna be the weakest one. I wanna have a strong will to be better. I'm not Mr Teguh who talk lots of powerful words. I just wanna have a strong heart to be tough and good enough brain to survive.

Take a risk for me was when I chose to stay in dormitory and lived in different city from my family, I have to take care myself for the first time, everyday..
Take a risk was a day when I open my heart to someone who wants to be my partner. I take a risk to divide my mind. I have to think about me myself to survive in my difficulties, especially study, and to put my heart as someone who I have to understand. I have to understand my life and someone's life, LEARN to live as one from two different figures, try to put others feeling before mine, and try to put happy face when tears try to come out. I was taking this risk.

I don't think it was easy, but it is. It will be more difficult when I take RISKS.

2013 People.. I Got Jackpot

Ughh.. I still dizzy when I write this, but I just can't keep sleeping. I always wake up before 9 in the morning even when I slept at 4 last night. Well, I went to my the new year BBQ of boyfriend's family, but Yogyakarta was awfully rain. We were just enjoying our chitchat there and there, even though we're not that close (I'm not their family, just a friend of my boo), but they were so nice to me. And I think I couldn't really feel this 2012 Christmas and 2013 new year. Everything are good, but I didn't really into it.

Anyway, after new year and lots of noises this city made, me and boo went to the center of this city, Malioboro (not Marlboro) I got maag or in English maybe called gastritis. I felt it in my boo's house. hoeekk..I thought I'll faint and throw up at the same time, then I told him to get me out of there before they brought me to the hospital.
I bought and drank gastritis pill, waited for an hour and I drank VODKA. It's not a strong vodka. I often drink it more than a bottle (so far almost 3bottles) and I didn't feel strong effect until last nigh. I only drink a bottle and I got my head spinning and yes I thought I'll throw up in front of my friends (we were with some friends). I told boo that I should go home and he was a bit panicked. He's afraid it was because of my medicine plus alcohol.
In my house, I took a shower and yes I got JACKPOT. I threw up my blue liquor and stuffs. sorry I'm telling you this cute yuck things. Then I went to sleep and woke up at 7 or 8 I'm not sure.

So, Happy new year dude.