absolutely trash.

This is Dramaqueeningrum, reporting from her room, on a saturday night.

Just when I taught I want to spend the night on the phone with my boyfriend instead of catching AVATAR in the cinema, my boyfriend decided to date the playstation.
And since no one is babysitting me, I’ll just talk to the internet, telling any one who have kindly wasted their time reading my writings, that I have been offered a job as a PR in an oil company of which HQ is in Jakarta,
Whereas I have NO IDEA until monday about where I will be placed at to do gawdknoswut until 2013.

What else.. What else.. Ah! We have (by that I meant my mother) a new house member. No, her name is not Satimin or Waltinah. She will answer by the name *drum roll* Sarah.
My friend Alfin, has Dea and Yayang helping his mother with houseworks. Another friend of mine has Tris, pronounced Trace. I have Sarah. It’s not that I’m a snob so I have other people to do my chores. It’s because I have ADD, I tell ya.
How I ever got my final paper done, I still wonder. Sarah and Mbak Imas are inseparable! It’s kinda cute tho. Reminds me of that splendid disney-feeling I used to have back when I was in the 5th grade and I’d spend hours and hours just hanging out with my bestfriend Rosa Virginia Carla. I wonder where she is now. We lost contact because blackberries haven’t been invented back then. I blame technology sometimes, ya know..

Made a lot of new friends these past few weeks. Stuttered in a presentation. Had a hair cut. Though no one could tell, because I like my hair long that I am such a bitch when it comes to letting Mas Ajat do his job.
I taught my baby niece to say “gue!”. I lost weight, a lot, and gainned enough back to regret ever loosing weight because now I feel like a total failure. I feel so emo that I actually cut my bangs myself. Regret that too. I look like john travolta in grease, except no hair gel and a leather jacket.

Speaking of which, there’s this leather jacket I HAVE THE HOTS FOR. And I’ve been actually thinking of spending my xmass bonus on it, but…

No friggin way I am giving in to consumerism. *coughs bullshit*

But seriously, I’d rather save up for a master degree, the golden ticket (if not scholarship) to exit the black hole I’m in. Don’t get me wrong, (because I don’t want to get sued for SPEAKING UP ON MY PERSONAL BLOG), it’s a great place to work at, promissing carrier, good salary and all…. It’s just that… My heart’s not there.

enough emo-ness, back to your regularly scheduled program.

(And shall we play, “who’s going to have fun in bandung tomorrow?” XD

I hate bounty.

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 hate illustrations. And hate is a pretty strong word.

My final paper (and I still feel weird biological urges in my stomach everytime I journey back to those ‘dark ages’, and by that I meant when I was having a hard time finishing my final paper) required some reading about an also very dark time in the human history; the Holocaust. I bought plenty books about it, one of which was this colorful history book with lots and lots of illustrations on almost every page. It’s safe to say that the book had more pictures than text. With the purchase of those books, I also bought lots of medium size post-its which I later use to cover each and every illustration displayed on the book so I wouldn’t get goose bumps while reading it. And it’s mainly because the pictures are severely heartbreaking. Also, I am secretly afraid of almost anything not human that has eyes on them. I walk fast when passing those butt-ugly animal machines the malls have for children to ride. Let alone clowns and mannequins.

And trust me, you don’t want to take a book about Holocaust when you go to the little girl’s room. Nothing is more frightening than having Hitler’s eyes staring at you as you go for number two.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. Not the “the world doesn’t understand me” kind of Emosomnia drama (Emosomnia is my way of saying Emo Insomnia, also was my attempt of being seen as creative and funny). It was more of a “I have no friggin idea why” kind. I became to get really angry at anyone that comes through my mind because I was (seriously) wondering how could they sleep unknowingly I can’t sleep? Well, it didn’t sound as stupid in my head last night.

Having absolutely nothing to do, and acknowledging how it is very dangerous for me to be alone with my own thoughts (that’s exactly why music was created, right? So you wouldn’t be left alone with yourself when you drive alone at night), I then decided to go look up my condition in the Modern Psychopathology Encyclopedia that I haven’t open in ages, if not ever. Why I even own one is something I absolutely didn’t plan on. That sentence could’ve been the start of something more interesting if only wasn’t followed by, “Well, I accidentally spilled juice all over my friend’s book so I had to buy a new one for her”. You see, I wasn’t planning on being mental. I just spilled juice one day and the next thing I know I have OCD! *stares meaningfully* Well, the symptoms lead to that. But that’s not what I’m talking about right now.

As I was going through the pages, there it was! …. An illustration. Suddenly I felt like I was doing my final paper all over again.

I hate illustrations. And hate is a pretty strong word.

First, take a big step back… and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don’t know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you’re trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you’re thinking, you’d better think again! Otherwise I’m gonna have to head down there and I will rain down in a Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You’re gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I’m talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

if you saw how I laughed the first time I heard that line, you’d laugh at my complete lack of grace!

if not terrified.

HOW ARE YOU? Here’s the “Hello again!” post I promised. But before, let me point out the three things I can tell about you if you’re reading this right now. One, you have way too much time. Since I haven’t activated those RSS thingys (due to lack of knowledge), it means that in order for you to know whether I have updated this stoopid blog, you need to pay frequent visits here. Two, you are awesome. And three, obviously you know how much of a dramaqueen I am; you know that I am most likely to unclose this site, whatever I might have said in previous posts. Unclose, yes, that is proper English.

So here’s some updates about me, because why not?

1. Unclose. Obviously my English is going to hell. Oh but that’s unpossible!
2. I finally went through all the ho-ha about graduating. You know, the ceremony, the ‘using the occasion to introduce my boyfriend to my parents’, the nearly 6 hours waiting for a friggin photo shot –if you live in Bandung and you know which studio in jalan banda that I’m talking about then you know what I mean.
3. My dad joined facebook. So I had to take out the link to this site that I put under my contact information. But I wasn’t smart enough to do it immediately. As far as I can remember (which can’t be very far), there were a three day gap from the time I accepted his friend request (prolly you’re wondering why I did that), until the time I took out the link. I should just stay THAT stupid so I can proof people that we can also evolve in reverse. Now, I’m not sure whether it is safe to tell you about…just about everything!
4. Having nothing to do is hands down the hardest thing to do! Because you never know when it’s finished…
5. Regarding to number 4, I need somebody to please hire me! I’m really well behaved in real life. *stares-meaningfully*
6. I have blown off some good opportunities to actually get hired because of this tendency to always be honest. It’s a curse. Sharing some wisdom: don’t be brutally honest in interviews. *nods wisely*
7. I have developed a new hobby which makes me one of the cool people now! (you know you’re shallow when you think that the only way for someone to look cool is if that person has a hobby. Any hobby).
8. click here if you’re wondering what I’m talking about. And click here if you want to kill some braincells. Or click here because why not try all three?
9. Someone sort of proposed to someone. Someone responded that ‘sort of proposal’ with a giggle, and please read the next number carefully…
10. Someone will (just) be turning 23 in May. May 5^th to be exact. You know where to send that person a birthday present. If you don’t, email me, I’ll let you know her address.
11. I love my boyfriend very much. So does my favorite little niece, Baby Kayla.
12. My boyfriend and daddy are buddies now, thanks to photograpy
13. I love my dad big time for #12! He’s world’s number one dad!!
14. I am secretly in love with Jakarta now, although I’d still prefer Bandung.
15. I’ve decided to pick Bali as the place to build my own house. Off course, the house with the connecting door to my bestiepoo’s house, Egan. Has been our deal since we were still young and stupid. Therefore, he would have to also build his dream house in Bali. Which I am sure wouldn’t be a problem considering the kind of house he told me he wants to live in when our asses turn greasy.
16. Egan goes along just fine with dearest boyfriend.
17. He is beyond awesome for that *high-five!*
18. My hair gained four pounds.
19. I have been doing quite a lot of travelling lately.
20. Glen Fredly’s performance at Java Jazz made him looked goooorjess in my classy eyes!
21. Jason Mraz was wearing a see thru t-shirt that made all the girls had an orgasmic experience. (he has a tattoo on his shoulder saying “rest area”. I know it’s GOMBAL, but still *grin*). I personally think that his performance wasn’t worth the traffic jam, though.
22. I am really sleepy. I’ll do this again later.

1. When we’re fucking exhausted, don’t ask us if we ever heard of the name of some slutty chef who happens to have humongous boobs. WE DON’T FUCKING CARE. Because all we care about at that specific moment is the fact that WHILE we were considering a foot amputation (AS WE ARE STILL SO FRIGGIN TIRED after attending a music festival for three days in a row where when you think about it we actually didn’t really need to walk as it was too crowded, we could just stand still and let our bodies get swept away and carried by the marching gigantic ants)…WHILE ALL THAT, our loved ones were thinking about some other girl’s mamae! (I can’t say boobs because I already did. And just did again, now twice already. And I HAAATE it when guys refer to it as SUSU/MILK *SLAP*, so I’m gonna just use the proper latin for it).
2. No, don’t deffend yourself.
3. When you mention someone’s name and we respond to it using the exact following sentence, “oh, that slut? what about her?”, drop the conversation. Don’t, I reapeat, DON’T add details about her oh so amazing achievement pour the champagne! That’s the least we want to hear after complaining about the pressure of job seeking.
4. When we say “it’s OK’”, it means “you are seriously asking me that??”. For some girls at least. (because for me, that would mean, “DU-UH??”). But when we say, “you don’t know my mother”, that means: you don’t know my mother.
5. When we say I miss you, unlike some species, we mean it. We don’t just say that to fill in gaps in conversations.
6. Eventually, we will come to love the fact that we have a blog you don’t regularly visit. So, don’t you ever change. You are awesome, you make me write!
7. Seriously, never use the word milk when what you actually mean is breast. *stares meaningfully* I haaaaate it when guys do that! Even starngers that conversations’ I accidentally overheard. It makes me feel sooo lame to even just take a glance at you! if ever my boyfriend does that, I would tottally break up with him and change my phone number! YA HEAR ME??

PS. Hello, everyone!! next: my “hello again” post. stay tunned. (who do I think I am?)

I know you will most likely to roll your eyes seeing the length of this post. But do read on, as this is not the 5.648.253.790 thread about Barrack Obama’s inauguration. So you wouldn’t have to shriek NOT ANOTHER ONE to your screen. This is another writing about wisdom, as I am very wise for my age *nods wisely*

1. Boys will be boys. The only way to change a guy is if they are wearing diapers. No matter how serious he sounds when he promised you to update the stupid ‘About Photographer’ page in your blog, he will not do it! So be your own photographer because girl-power is in again. I hope. Because it has been 3 years already since every friggin girly girl magazine shouts about environmental awareness while distributing their magazine wrapped in plastic and advertising about clothes that cost more than a breast-cancer surgery. So a different theme might do us all some good. Not that I don’t care about the environment, its more because I DO CARE, so stop telling us to fit in our clothes (because its supposed to be the other way around) by being echo-friendly (yes, vegetarians contributes less to pollution as they don’t cook meat, but dude c’mon…stop using the environment to get people buy your one 7 million rupiahs Anna Hinchmark’s “I’m not a plastic bag” bag while there are more than 7 million family in the world that can not afford proper education or health insurance!).
2. And about being your own photographer, I learn that choosing a camera is (sort of) like choosing a religion. Cos it’s something you will go with for the rest of your life. Unless you’re really loaded that you can experiment with not only the lenses. I’ve narrowed it down to Nikon, Canon, Sony, and Olympus (narrow what down?). But I haven’t decided yet which one will I ‘follow’. If going with my religion by birth, that’d be Canon, because Dad uses that. But dearest bf is also using Canon, and since he’s being such an amazing bf, I’ll probably just go with Nikon.
3. Character is what we do when nobody’s looking. So here’s what it would probably say about me in a dating column: She likes to clean, enjoys cooking, greets the neighbors, and will help an old lady cross over the road. The only thing wrong about her is her personality.
4. What do I do when I’m alone? Sharing Wisdom article three number four: Don’t share secrets on the internet. Your boyfriend wouldn’t like it. If only he visits my blog along with Stuck in Customs, National Geographic, Fotografer.Net, Flickr, and Facebook, then I would get what I was aiming for; annoyingly poking him to do what I want.
5. Leave some extra fluffy pillows inside your car in case you decided to do something stupid like camping in your car just to make a silly statement.
6. My boyfriend keeps getting weird and inappropriate late night phone calls from random chicks we both know nothing about that claims to know him from back in uni. I hate low pranks like this.. First, I know him well enough to know that he doesn’t give out his phone number or asks for girls numbers that he had just spoke with once or twice in the lounge or park or whatever. (seriously, he doesn’t ask. It made me nuts the first time we knew each other. But then he searched for my number on the company’s data bank *blush*) Second, he’s not from a circle of friends that uses disgusting terms in describing sexual activity. Third, you weirdos called him on the mobile number he uses for work-related matters, so you can’t possibly know him from uni since he uses a different number back then, the one not displayed in the data bank. so girls, get a life! aim higher! leave us alone! Sharing wisdom number six; Place Julia Roberts as your role-model. Just recent, Julia Roberts shrieked those word, plus the F word (yes, Frozenyoughurt!) to a paparazzi. I heart her! She went hardcore like that because she was protecting her offspring. Aww.
7. Stop being delusional. To my dear people; Indonesians (ESPECIALLY CELEBRITIES!), PUH-LEEZE for the love of gawd stop all the ho-ha about the I’m-not-even-sure-he-remembers-it-in-a-heartwarming-way fact that Obama spent 2 years in Indonesia, going to blah elementary at Menteng, having an Indonesian step-dad (for blah years. Because yes, a divorce would have a special place in a kid’s heart). Stop being all mushy and sentimental about it, you anti-emo people that are more emo than an emo PMS-ing forty-something single! It wont, I repeat with capslock to dramatize it, WONT make Indonesian-American relations level up to delivering cup cakes and doggy or hamster-sitting! Who ever the superpower country’s president might be, even if magically Ahmadinejad becomes their president (I know, I sound stupid) THEY WONT CUDDLE US!! So deal with it, already!

Especially with the history of not being in favor, or even against (my gawd make up your mind!) some UN resolutions that America is in favor of, PLUS AFTER having those idiots in Makassar burning Obama’s photographs (the day after his inauguration was held) because he did not say anything about Gaza in his first presidential speech. I mean, DU-UH? You call yourself a uni-student? *SLAP!* according to the 2006 census in United States, one four its population claims to have Jewish blood in their veins, making American Jewish the first largest ethnic group in America! Thus, INFLUENTIAL, you delusional camera-whoring narcissistic!! They even have an American Jewish Committee and more than 50 other major American Jewish organizations that are under the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations, which base camp is in Israel. And since before the 20^th century, there has been a large number of Jewish Americans that played significant roles in the government. Name Carl Schurz, a German American who played a major role in Abraham Lincoln’s election, who later became US ambassador for Spain, and US senator for Missouri. How do I know all this? It was my final paper. Oh how I love using past-tense when talking about my final paper *GRIN*

Bottom line, Celebrities should just stick with a script. I mean, if you’re good at acting, then stick with it and try to make the best out of it by not speaking your own mind up (no script), as that will cause you your carrier! At first (and after reading an article that said he wants to be a war journalist), I thought Christian Sugiono was handsome. But then off course, he spoke.

Phew~ I haven’t wrote an article this long since “Why (some) Indonesians rarely buy original DVDs of Hollywood movies!”. I have waaaay too much time.

PS. I have nothing against the United States or The Jewry or Israel or Palestine for that matter. I just like to hit the capslock a lot. It’s an illness. Similar to OCD symptoms. And I wish Obama love and luck so that he could truly make a difference =) and for the better, that is.

For image source, click here, and here, and here. The last one is a joke. haha

yes, I am talking about my fist. and its turning blue. I had a REALLY BAD DREAM last night that when I wake up I immediately went knocking on wood like nuts. Knocking on wood is a superstitious action to ward off evil. I picked that up from my Chinese friend back in high school. So here’s how you do it; after saying or even thinking or in my case dreaming of something horrible -or in my case REALLY horrible- you look for a wood, can be in a form of a door, table, cabinet, anything made out of wood, then you knock on it three times with the hope to prevent it from actually happening. My friend used to do it while saying “ik-ol-san” which means “one-two-three” in Chinese.

So I had this TERRIBLE dream last night, which very much felt like real. Have you ever had one of those dreams? the ones which makes you feel severely glad it was just a dream the second you realized that when waking up, but also at the same time you feel oddly frighten and you feel this bizarrely unpleasant feeling as it all felt like it was real.

They say 90% ketakutan di dunia ini, tidak terbukti. And I guess the reason for that is: people are THAT frighten something bad might happen, that they will do just about anything to make sure it wont. But doing just about anything sounds exhausting to me, so I’ll just stick with knocking on wood for now..

A wise man (who happens to also have a HOT BOD) once said, “too much silence can be misleading”. (No, I was not talking about my boyfriend. I have a bachelor degree now, therefore I must kick out the mushiness and grab some awesomeness -YEAH!) I have no idea what that was suppose to mean.

The word you’re looking for is ANYWAY,, after my (attempt of) fasting from blogging due to MY INABILITY TO FOCUS ON MY THESIS WHICH I WOULD BLAME ON ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER IF ONLY I HAD IT, I hereby inform you that; I HAVE GRADUATED MWAHA!

This means I now have the time to continue serving the internet world with my depressing ramblings *high-five* which also means that I will most certainly and pathetically post more than one thread a day. which also means that there will be other things to feel depressed about. But wait. Being freakishly perky is one of my resolutions for 2009! Like they say, “fake it till you make it!”.

oh btw, I slept in my car last night. I pulled over in front of Circle K (a drug store) on jalan Supratman. reason? no aparent reason actually. we (my friend and I) just felt like it. who am I kidding? WE WERE PISSED, I TELL YOU! PISSED. So that was sort of our way of ‘making a statement’. did it work? off course not. what are we? twelve??

Moving on, I would love to share how the examination (what’s the proper english for SIDANG?) went… but I don’t want to bore you, so instead, I will tell you what I did today because it involves some lingerie shopping and what sane person doesn’t google the word “lingerie” on daily basis, right? So yeah, I bought two today. MWAHA. (which made me absolutely broke until…urmm.. *calculating*.. next year). And one yesterday, which made housematey totally furious. MWAHA. why? because it was drop dead FANTABULOUS…and BEYOND! *broadway dancing*

AAAAAAAAAAND… La Senza was having THE HOTTEST SALE EVER! *heavenly voices*

after that I went home (to jakarta), almost got hit by a big white bus as I was about to exit from the highway, the dog tore my favorite top as she was welcoming me home frantically, baby Kay shrieking my name for attention -which was very cute, had a small box of milk, rushed to the bathroom to wash my face…and here I am now, in front of my lap top, sitting, waiting, wishing. for a job. haha

PS. I had fun with the girls at the hotel yesterday. before the sleeping-in-the-car drama. miss our movie-nite out, girls! =))

PPS. I HAVE GRADUATED UUUH YEAHHH BAAAABBBBBYYYY! *hugging trees like a hippie*

PPPS. Tomorrow I will be having an interview with the BOD which means it is the last phase of the oh so many test. wish me luck? nah. I’m not sure I want to dive in that world this soon. Not that I’m being a snob, its just that…I had just graduated this wednesday, and havent even wore the TOGA, plus I would love to make a trip to someplace nice before I let myself get caught up in all the ho ha.

So, just wish me I’d wake up feeling good. I mean, with the way the traffic SUCKS in jakarta, I would want to feel happy and all perky before leaving the house. anyways,, come what may!

Why make such a big deal out of New Years Eve? It’s like any other night; dark.

That was what my dad said on our drive back to the hotel. The streets were crowded with happy looking people holding stupid looking New Years Terompet (what’s the proper English for that, at this point I honestly don’t really care. I’d put in “HORN” but that’d sound dirty). Ah what the hell, at least those shinny shimmery blinking shit puts a smile on their faces. Take a look at the girl sitting on the backseat. She’s putting on a long face because her father strictly told her cousin NOT TO bring her along with his friends to celebrate New Years in that city. And I couldn’t agree more what with how dangerous the streets look.

I mean, just because she happens to be in a city she has never been before, and just because it happens to be New Years Eve, and just because her cousin happens to be friends with a DJ in one of the town’s night club therefore he can make her get in free, and just because “accident rate is freakishly high on new years due to drunk drivers” (dot dad), doesn’t mean that she has to stay out late being young celebrating new years, right? And my gawd woman, she’s already 22 and hasn’t gotten a bachelor degree yet! I know, kids these days, right? *stares meaningfully*

She told me that the TV is playing all the usual. You know, concerts and all. Yawn. Boring. I told her that working on thesis in the hotel room sounds like fun. Because, you know, she’d be somewhere safe. And what fun can you possibly get without considering safety, right? What a poor shame she doesn’t share the same point of view.

Well at least the thought of her staying in on New Years Eve made me up dated my blog. This calls for a toast, so pour the champagne! Pour the champagne!

PS. I had just realized what my iTunes was playing; Trembling Blue Stars -the Ghost of an Unkissed Kiss “we’ll never know what we let go… what we let go… what we let go….”

Happy New Years, everyone! Go blog about your new year’s resolutions so I could laugh at them! *toast*

PPS. I am proud to tell you that few hours after I bitch and moan here, my thesis… is finished. Oh boy am I gonna enjoy the first day of 2009!! Not.

I have to spend it on the airplane, pffft~ ahh well.

Btw, save the “congratulations!” for when it has all really reached a good end. Wish me luck! ^^

One more thing, starting 2009, I’m gonna keep this quotation in mind: “Life is pretty much in the grays for the most part and if you insist always on black and white… you are going to be very unhappy. ” Blythe Danner =))