the last time I tried to explain how I felt (hint: through a drawing), the one person I was aiming the yellow crayons at - didn’t get it. or- was pretending not to get it, forcing me to actually use words to explain things *stares meaningfully*. but since I feel like typing long and (potentiallly - from his side, that is) pointless paragraphs, (and because I had just watched an episode of House), I’m putting this on the internet so if anyone ever googles the word “HOUSE” because they don’t know what four walls, a few doors and windows would form, a rather mushy topic might be presented on their screen, stealing their interest. or not. depends on their beliefs on Love and God - you know, emos *rolling eyes* (*pointing to self*)
our relationship is like an addiction. it’s like vindaloo curry. really, eally hot indian curry they make with red chili peppers. you’re abrasive and annoying, and you come on way too strong, like vindaloo curry. and when you’re crazy about curry, that’s fine. but no matter how much you love curry, if you have too much of it, it takes the roof of your mouth off. and then you never want to see curry for a really, really long time. but you wake up one day, and you think, “God, I really miss curry”. you’re a jerk.
And in Indonesian it means; gw sayang lo, brengsek.
When I’m annoying and asking for a slap, I wasn’t being myself. But whoever that person is, is really sorry. Please forgive them. Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri, dear Internet Friends! Wishing you a great celebration with your loved ones =)
Chocolate bars should never, I repeat to make it more dramatic - NEVER meet with coconuts. It shouldn’t even be anywhere near the neighborhood of coconuts! Just because peanut butter goes well with strawberry jam, DOESN’T MEAN THAT IT IS OK TO APPLY THE SAME THEORY TOWARDS CHOCOLATE AND COCONUTS.
However, I do think that Nasi Uduk and Sayur Lodeh (no, I’m not going to link an address to the recipe as I strongly believe a country might then claim it as theirs) - foods with santan a.k.a Coconut Milk (I know, the term sounds funny, it makes me feel like a Malaysian) are a brilliant achievement of the Human Race!
But I strongly recommend you not eating those two at the same time, because it may create an unpleasant biological urge to…throw up, or in French words; Eneq.
and no, I don’t care if some might think low of me for being shallow; hating a certain country and writing about it on the internet. I am free from all prejudice -as I hate everything equally. Keep in mind that I am this emo-sobbing overtly dramatic woe-driven annoying little brat, so it is only normal if I think that the whole universe is worth disliking, as I have lowered my expectations to the point where it has already been met.
I read something on the internet a few days ago.. I expelled air from my lungs so many times (and rolled my eyes) reading it - as I am allergic to hypocrisy. I felt a very strong urge to further comment, but since I’m 23, I’ll refrain. *nods wisely*
Note to the horror; this is my blog, I can say whatever -heck, I’m paying for this! You’re just jealous because the voices speak to me. *nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm* ;p
Back to coconuts. Young coconuts make good drinks. They are refreshing, when served cold. And well, it taste weird when warm. Kind of like guys, you know. The cold ones seems like they are like so cool like oh my gawd! Like I want to like make them all warm and fuzzy, uh-huh! *SLAP*
In my younger years *blinks and nods wisely*, I have actually dumped a guy using the famous line that goes, “you are too nice for me”. And I actually mean it.
Sharing Wisdom; Young coconuts - are not to be consumed warm.
As for Old Coconuts, they make delicious food. And it is better to consume them while they are still warm, although I really don’t mind eating a cold - no I take it back. I do mind. If it’s cold, I would most likely try to change it, making it warmer using a microwave or whatever it takes. Phew, thank god we’re talking about food that contains coconut milk. If we were talking about the male part of the human race, asking them to change is like asking a dog to stop chasing its tail or licking its genitals.
Sharing Wisdom; Old Coconuts - are best consumed warm.
Conclusion: Gregory House rocks my socks! I know, after Robert Downey Jr and Jeffery Dean Morgan, having Doctor House the next TV-boyfriend of mine is rather less-shocking. I do seem to have the hots for older guys, and although dearest boyfran is not what I would call old, he’s a really lovely man and my gawd do I miss him! (I haven’t spoken to him in TWO FRIGGIN EMO-WHININGG DAYS because he is currently in some remote village in the mountains, with very poor cellphone reception *sobs*).
Ah, and another important point; Chocolate and Coconuts should just give up any romantic idea they have.
Whatever people say about driving in Jakarta, night-driving here is therapy! *stares meaningfully*
Listening to annoying strangers rambling on the radio, almost hitting things due to the temporary-blindness caused by hazard lights from the cars that passes you by, having to immediately hit the break on random moments, all of that plus the idea of waking up to a boring day tomorrow, surprisingly could make my day. I took a sick leave for two days, due to sickness, offcourse, you really don’t need to raise an eyebrow, and unfortunately I am now feeling better, thus I shall bring my lazy ass back to work tomorrow.
For whatever reason, eKa stated that she -ironically- has the HOTS to work where I am currently working. Don’t get me wrong. I like my work, it fascinates me; I could spend hours just staring at it! In some odd and fishy way, knowing that someone as dark (lol) actually wants to hang around in this hell with fluorescent lighting, makes me smile. I’m smiling, the human race should be scared.
I have been quite depressed lately. heck, it’s beginning to become my normal state. and just by driving alone tonight, listening to shit that didn’t even made the corner of my lips twitch, I found some peace of mind. True, one should feel frighten to seek for peace in Jakarta’s traffic. But somehow, I could feel a delightful ambiance from behind the wheels, on the roads of Jakarta.
“Could’ve been a night like any other; one of us has to drive, one of us gets to think”. Always be - Jimmy Eat World.
* It was played on the radio tonight, just as I was about to get out of the car. I remember someone quoting this song when we were driving one night. If you’re reading this, I miss the friend I had in you. I’d force a laugh to break the silence, but I don’t think we laugh at the same things anymore.
I enjoy making my “sharing wisdom” series because it’s easier than to actually write a whole paragraph about something. I like writing. but my writings usually suck. I’m still looking forward to the time where a word I use in a writing could send a reader to the dictionary.
My wisdom-sharing series is a whole lot easier to write, because I get to keep those random thoughts totally random; I put them down in points where they don’t have to connect from one number to the other. I don’t have to make a paragraph out of it, and I don’t have to make sense at all. that’s the thing I love most about the internet; you don’t have to make sense.
where I work, hell with fluorescent lighting, forces me to make sense. Thou shalt not do what thy have no passion for. note for the fresh-grads: remember that the next time you whine about unemployment! at my work place, I have to make sense, even when they don’t! It was much much easier when Andro was around. I get to meet up with him everyday, I’d rush to the place we agreed to meet right after work, sometimes he picks me up when the traffic isn’t moral-killing (makes you swear a lot-red), and whatever shit that was going on in the work place, suddenly doesn’t matter. I know what I had just lay down in words might cause constipation or the taste of puke in your throat, but it really doesn’t matter. With him, I feel like make sense. (yeah we fight a lot, but hey, argue hard love hard, right?)
It’s really cruel of you to leave me here. you know I hate crowds. god I miss you.
I cried today. Partly because of work. mostly because of the people at work. My boyfriend thinks I worry too much of what others think -which is silly, because it seems like they don’t do it very often.
Another thing I like about making those widsom-sharing series is that I can grab other people’s experience and make them my own! MWAHA!
True you can learn from your mistakes. But it is also true that you can learn from others. Besides, to quote Chuck Palahniuk, “Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.”
*thank you to Shenny, for reminding me how nice it feels to, quote, “peek on a glimpse of someone’s life”. looking forward to hear your stories. all of you. happy reading!
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.
