“If I had an electronice chainsaw, I’d grab it” was Sharing Wisdom #6
Hate something bad enough that it’ll influence your decisions. The Grand Theory of FINDING OUT is for masochists.
Real man don’t use too many emoticons in one text message =P I find that to be true ^^ as it has been proven >,< I’m sorry if this hits a button T.T you get what I mean, right? ~,^’
Lecturers don’t like it if you change the time displayed on the classroom’s clock to make class end earlier.
Sane people would tell you to eat when you’re hungry. Only those who are insane who would tell you to dance when you’re thirsty or wash your face when you’re sleepy.
Regret something bad enough to get your misery published.
Say FUCK YOU! and really mean it. It will make your day!
You have a reason to scratch out your eyeballs or puke in your mouth then swallow it again if you see a facebook status that goes like “I love Monday like Garfield loves lasagna” or “Semangat Pagi!”.
Just because you’re an inconsiderate asswipe doesn’t mean you have the right to play lame-ass emo-disco like you live in your own tree house in the depth of the jungle.
People surprise you. Stay away from the good ones.
You should never be in the same car with someone who tells a story about how they cried their insides out seeing kids live in the street, while retouching her make up.
Aura Kasih can’t sing.
The girls that complains about the length of your skirt will buy the same skirt next month.
Not eating McDonalds for 3 months doesn’t save a tree; stereo foam aren’t made out of trees. Be smart, Hippies.
Go watch cin(t)a.
Girls who fight a lot with their boyfriends are actually dating the right guy. just with the wrong personality.
Have never been a fan of Marshanda, but I honestly feel that it’s cruel for people to mock her like that. first of all, we have no idea of what she’s going through. but I bet she’s already going through hell, so why make it harder for her? second of all, after watching a couple of her videos on youtube, I thought to myself; she loved him hard yaa.. we don’t get to see much of that kind of love nowadays, huh?
After not writing for so long, I’m signing in again to tell you how I feel for Marshanda, and that I am now employed, and my job is sucking the perkiness out of me. I even stopped being delusional. and that last bit pisses me off the most.
you either want to do it-or not. if you have even the tiniest doubt, or if you ask even just to one person whether you should do it or not, then don’t do it. “but what if” wont sound as sad as “what might have been”.
there are no rules about what you should or should not do because life plays tricks on you anyways.
so really, don’t be nice because you think have to. be nice because your morals were kicking in that exact moment. because your impulses tells you to. because you want to do it that very moment.
often when you thought it was gonna be hell, it turned out to be pretty ok. and when you thought it would be just fine…
so do whatever you feel like doing or saying or whatever whenever. even if it turns out ugly, at least that was what you wanted to do at that exact moment.
hold on as long as you can to that one title unemployed fresh-grads hate the most. seriously, if you’re gonna waste your youth on something that you’re not sure as hell about from the beginning, at least makes sure it’s something you have passion for. content is bahagia. not senang.
I am not talking about me.
Now I am. First, my boyfriend thought this blog has been terminated because I didn’t pay the domain or hosting or whatever bills.
I intend to keep it that way so shush!
I had just got back from Jogja with him, where I met the WHOLE army.
I cried on our flight back to jakarta, he didn’t notice, I was staring out the window and I guess he was asleep.
He has the warmest family in the world. It’s really easy to fall in love with them.
Sadly, at the same time, I kind of think I’m falling out of love with him.
I really want to be a part of the family, but I can see myself getting tired of him in the future.
we giggle over stupid things all the time, when the weather is right.
but when the heat is too high outside - you know how burning hot jogja is - …
I love that he wears jeans with the perfect length. Real men don’t wear multitask jeans that covers up your shoes as it sweeps the floor. I love that he doesn’t wear pink. and I love that he kisses me in front of his family.
Maybe I have issues with intimacy. after all, I am known to always get out before I even get in. Maybe it’s him. Maybe he can’t condition me to be open to him or whatever I have no idea.
but who ever made up the rules that we ought to know the right thing to do anyway?
He’s the longest serious relationship I have ever had, yet, I don’t feel like holding on to it just as much as I felt when we were still just at the beginning.
If we break up, I sure hope I get to be the one that’s truly happy first.
Someone once said, it's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad ones just don't have the time. Me? I just want a life I can remember, even if I don't write it down everyday.
