Gourmet Fishnet of The Glassy Planet

Her Inability To Decide Quickly

2007-08-15T20:22:00.000+07:00

umm yes it's been a long time since my last post, and i don't really feel like serenading people with my tales of fortune and foible.

ok so there are two much-anticipated events coming up, one's in jakarta, one's in sumedang. and of all my available weekends, they happen to be conducted at the same date. great. oh, not to mention that it'll be my last weekend before i engross myself back to the campus life. both events are equally interesting to me, up to the point that i wish for a self-multiplier so i can be in two places at the same time.

well, that's life for ya. always filled with crossroads. and it reminds me of a long chat with this certain guy who's obsessed with elliptical incidents and intertwined fates and conspiracy theories..

Her Hectic Hullaballoo

2007-06-28T12:44:00.001+07:00

Moral of The Story:
Never bit off more than you can chew.

It is damn hard to concentrate on my Kumpulan Soal SPMB books when things are happening. With less than six days to mug and heaps of unsolved exercise papers and this much hullaballoo going on, me passing the test would be the 8th World Wonder.

Too much drama is killing me.

Her Stupid Mouth

2007-06-20T22:27:00.000+07:00

It was not a deliberate malice. Really.
Too bad, life is not a movie. No rewind, no fast-forward, not even a pause.
I so deserve that punch in the face. And stop looking for anything or anyone to blame.

-image courtesy of GettyImages

Her Current Earworms

2007-06-19T02:33:00.000+07:00

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well

One night, yeah, and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.

I still don’t have the reason
And you don’t have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a f*ck about you

There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration not just another negotiation

All alone he turns to stone
While holding his breath half to death
Terrified of what's inside to save his life
He crawls like a Worm from a Bird

You stole the sun
Straight from my heart, from my heart, from my heart
With no excuses
Just fell apart, fell apart, fell apart

The perfect words never crossed my mind
'Cause there was nothing in there but you
I felt every ounce of me, screaming out
But the sound was trapped deep in me

I’d give you everything that I am
I’m handin over everything that I’ve got
Cause I wanna have a really true love
Don’t ever wanna have to go and give you up

You're a carousel
You're a wishing well
And you light me up
When you ring my bell
You're a mystery
You're from outer space
You're every minute of my every day

And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
'Cause I love you, oh
Can't help but love you, oh

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

hmph. more mushy than angsty, eh? no prize for guessing my current love-life status.
*image courtesy of GettyImages

her stifled scream

2007-06-18T22:52:00.001+07:00

It hurts real bad when you're dying to express something but unable to do so because your current job-desc doesn't allow you to.

ya ya, who am i to say all these. obviously i'm in no way entitled to my own opinion...

I miss him. I miss having the freedom to talk about everything but the kitchen sink, without having to fear about what he thinks of me. I miss that sense of liberation. As much as I hate to admit it, yes, I do miss him.

P.S I'm still grieving over my newly-cut fringes. The hairdresser cut it into such an awkward length. And I hate the fact that my hair smells not quite like strawberry after the strawberry-hair-spa. In fact it kinda smells like, eww, disinfectants. Grrr. Gimme back my money.

A straight-forwardly accurate quote:

Never tell anyone that you are: writing a book, going on a diet, exercising, taking a course, or quitting smoking. They'll encourage you to death.

by Lynn Johnston

Beat that, ha.

Her Call to Greatness

2007-06-18T16:59:00.000+07:00

This semester's scores are out. No, i'm not going to delve deeper into it, thank you.

Major posting results should be out any time soon. And for god-knows-how-many-times, here i find myself yet in another crossroad. Standing perfectly still, paralysed by my own fear. Too hollow to think, too numbed to comprehend, too discouraged to move. The oh-sounds-familiar story of my life... yet no lessons learned.

Well, it is certain now that it'll took lightyears for me to achieve something as marvelous as Peter Callesen. How in the world could he create such intricate beauties? I took Nirmana Trimatra* class for two semesters straight (which I flunked miserably, but I digress..) and I can safely say that creating a statuesque 3d-objects out of flimsy thin paper is gruelling. Time-wise, labor-wise. Kudos to him.

* I'm unable to find the English term for this. Lemme see, this class basically involves turning junks (i.e. drinking straws, construction papers, bricks, steel wires, etc) into... even more shapeless junks. Oh well, that does no help explaining. Anyone care to define Nirmana Trimatra for me? :P

Her Werewolf Alter Ego

2007-06-17T07:02:00.000+07:00

Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

I remember having this after-school workshop on the Myers-Briggs type indicator which was intended, I suppose, for us to have a better insight towards my own self-characteristics. Funny how I still can't really come to terms with my own, simply because the result keeps changing everytime I take the test for the consequent times.

But hell yeah, Lupin is one of my especial HP characters :D

and I think this is hilarious:

Her Beautiful Disaster

2007-06-14T09:12:00.000+07:00

She loves her mama's lemonade
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her
She swears that there's no difference
Between the lies and complements
It's all the same if everybody leaves her
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough
The pictures that she sees make her cry

And she would change everything, everything just ask her
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
And she needs someone to take her home

She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction
She never stays the same for long
Assuming that she'll get it wrong
Perfect only in her imperfection
She's not a drama queen
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired

She would change everything for happy ever after
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
But she just needs someone to take her home
Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok
And she would change everything, everything just ask her
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
And she would change everything for happy ever after
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
But she just needs someone to take her home
And just needs someone to take her home.

- Beautiful Disaster, Jon McLaughlin

Her Happenstances

2007-06-14T06:52:00.000+07:00

Our fates were always intertwined, Elizabeth, but never joined.
- Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End)

How do I define history? Well it's just one f*cking thing after another, isn't it?
- Rudge (The History Boys)

And everything still remains as a mystery to me. How life misteriously unravels one episode at a time, why certain things occur and others don't, how even the littlest details are actually essential to make up for the big picture, why serendipities are bound to strike inevitably.
One thing I undoubtedly understand is that He, the Supreme Being above, never ever abandon me. The signs and clues are His way to guide me to the right direction, and its divinity never fails to amaze me.

Her Royal Lameness

2007-06-03T18:25:00.001+07:00

–adjective
1. crippled or physically disabled, esp. in the foot or leg so as to limp or walk with difficulty.
2. impaired or disabled through defect or injury: a lame arm.
3. weak; inadequate; unsatisfactory; clumsy: a lame excuse.
4. Slang. out of touch with modern fads or trends; unsophisticated.

–verb (used with object)
5. to make lame or defective.

–noun
6. Slang. a person who is out of touch with modern fads or trends, esp. one who is unsophisticated.

Creating yet another blog, with yet another random title? Lame.
Promising yourself a one-post-a-day blog, while crossing your fingers behind your back? Lame.
Forgetting the username and password to your own blog? L-A-M-E LAME.
And now I defy you to bear with the lameness which I presume will consistently prevail throughout this blog. Good night and good luck.