keep believing

first entry from pgp!

i haven’t finished unpacking, boxes are still everywhere, i’ve mopped half of my floor, the room still stinks, i have no bolster and pillow, i have a spongebob, i watched desperate housewife alone, my fridge is empty.

hello hello from prince gorgeous park.

tomorrow is my last day in houganggg. it kinda marks a new start for me since i will be moving to pgp and finally going to university in a week time, after an almost four years delay. yes i am very old.
the past eight months have been good. i had a long long list in mind of what i wanted to do during this period of total freedom and though i didn’t accomplish all, i have no regrets. the highlight is i got better understanding of god and myself and i’m really grateful i did. i got my priorities set.

my parents left singapore this evening. it feels funny not having parents around again. by the way, i had to tour singapore twice in a month and it’s not a very exciting experience. luckily, my parents came mainly to visit their kids, so there was not that much touring.

i’ve moved most of my stuff to my room already. the fridge is really heavy i wish i won’t need to move again in the near future.

i will have to adjust and adapt yet again. change is the only constant. that’s pretty much what i have been doing my whole life. i hope to continue to change, to grow into a better person, the person god intended me to be.
and by change i don’t mean evolution.

when i don’t have enough sleep, i turn grumpy, things turn blurry, i feel hungry.

oh.
my room in pgp is smelly.

i don’t always get what i want. maybe i don’t ask from god in my prayers, maybe god has another plan for me, maybe i want it for the wrong reason.
but i do get what i never even dream to want, my life is full of wonderful surprises.
i have a really kind god.

i’m back in singapore lalalalallaaaa..
since when i have lalalalalaa in my blog
sherly influenced me too much

hello singapore!

i got my new passport. i spent hours and daddy’s money at the immigration only to find out that i was supposed to get my passport renewed at the airport. otherwise i will have to lose a million rupiah on sunday. how do people know about this?
renewing your passport in singapore costs much less trouble.

staying over at fanie’s house has somehow become a tradition when fanie and i are both in jakarta. we went to senayan city, the newest mall in town. most shops were not open yet but i can proudly announce: i’ve been there! not all the hippest people have been there, i’m hipper than the hippest yo. watching movie is so expensive now. costs almost ten bucks. i refuse to watch, i rather eat donuts and watch dvds and have a nice long conversation with an old friend. a friend is, as it were, a second self. fanie fanie take care in sydney.

i went to my childhood shopping mall, the mall where i grew up, with indah. it reminds me of the old times. how stupid little things mattered so much. it reminds me of old friends. how i let go a few good friendships. how i really really must treasure my existing friends. i hardly see indah and she won’t read this but she’s always my chocolate chips. i learnt from indah how jakarta young people classify themselves according to the way they dress. interesting. i think i’m more to south. i grew up in south anyway.

beside getting my passport and friendships renewed, i also had my slacking days and i got tortured. what a fruitful holidays.

i’m feeling guilty to some people. if only there are less cars in jakarta and i have more freedom and my driver is not mad and i stick less to my bed, i will do everything that i am supposed to do.
i wish i could, but i don’t want to.

god bless everyone.

when you witness too many wrongs happening around you, and you know that you can do nothing to change them, when it seems that you can trust nobody, when money is non-existant at one end, and flows excessively like water at the other end, when money is really everything, and it can actually get you anything, when rules are made merely for formality, when corruption, colusion and nepotism make up the culture, when you are constantly in danger of riots, quakes, tsunami, or bomb blasts, do you have to be selfish to survive, do you take wrong as right, do you turn numb and heartless, do you just ignore your conscience?

i’m home again.
jakarta is not as hot as singapore, though the sky is not blue, the clouds are not white, everything is black. there are too many cars. the traffic is the worst thing ever. i wonder how people survive sitting for hours in their cars, spending half of their day in a traffic jam, you might as well walk.
i have a big bruise on my butt.
mosquitos are a lot.
mommy and daddy don’t stop nagging.
i ate too much chili.
internet connection is so damn slow.
i was in an earthquake.
i hate the immigration.
mommy is baking cookies.
i’m home again.
oh i feel so blessed.

just came back from being one of tourists from malaysia who are leaving singapore on the weekend :D

i’m going back home! horey. i have my ticket, irma has hers and a nice boyfriend.
anyways, we will be back in indo from 13 to 23. going to enjoy the last few days of my long vacation at home, meet friends who are on holidays too, and send more of my rubbish home. lots of packing to do. how much is too much to bring to nus? i won’t shop anymore until i settle down in nus. i’ll try.

hey i’m flying home with my own sweat. i earn it. fifty hours of work for ten days of holidays. mommy aren’t you proud of me.

i’m appealing to sheares. i don’t know what the chances are, but i’m just hoping for the best alright. actually staying in pgp or hall have their own pros and cons. i don’t mind either one. should i appeal to get the room with aircon and attached bathroom in pgp?
appealing for nothing is like becoming my hobby.
but i do really want to stay in sheares.
let’s turn it into dunman the second.

i’m going to go pack and throw stuff.

god bless everyone :)))

i am fickle minded all my life. after twenty years, it’s getting frustrating.
how do people make decision?
important matters aside, i couldn’t even make up my mind on which team i was siding in the world cup finals this morning. italy. no, france. italy la. france. italy. france. aiyo. even after the shoot out, i couldn’t decide whether i was happy for italy or sad for france.
zidane was sexy.

soccer. remember when we watched a soccer match in the study room? brought my tv in, locked the door, watched and slept there with the aircon on the whole night. those were the happy days. to think of it, we had many many happy days in dunman. even the confinement was happy.

superman returns. the superman guy is the ultimate handsomeness. perfection.
did superman steal part of its story from the bible?

i didn’t think of following singapore idol because i thought it’s over-commercialised.
then i watched half an episode and went youtube.
joakim gomez is cute la, i want to watch more of him.
jon leong’s voice is soo good, it’s easily the best among them.
paul twohill looks kinda spooky but he sings not bad and he’s very popular.
i think the girls won’t go so far again this time.
the guys are gorgeous, the girls act cute.