I chanced upon this really cool app where 1,000,000 taps on the egg are needed to crack it and this is the new challenge that my boyfriend and I are doing now while wasting our holidays away (and well, waiting for the right job).
Not bad, after 2 minues of tapping...
Can you please respect me? Even if you do not respect me as a person, at least please respect me for being a female. Because of people like you in this world, there is a huge number of rapists wandering around waiting to attack on innocent girls.
If a stranger on facebook talks to me like this, I wouldn't give a damn and I would reply with a very sarcastic reply and then block him for good but YOU ARE MY FRIEND.
Can't you even respect me for that?
I am so happy for both of them. The last time they talked was during our trip in Bali and that doesn't count because the man was weak and in need of help. The last proper conversation they had was in 2007.
So hey, at least today was a stepping stone.
I've just finished chatting with 3 of my Indonesian friends. I thought I could finally sleep after all the conversations have died and all the crazy google translations I had to do just for one of them (thank goodness the other two can speak English) but I. AM. WIDE. AWAKE.
I am very disturbed by one of the conversations. It's the second time you got on my nerves... Zzz.
I want to be an astronaut when I grow up,” said young Delilah.
“You live in a tiny village outside a small town next to a great big city,” said her mother.
“You will stay here and work on our farm. You will never be an astronaut.”
Indeed, Delilah worked on the farm for many years and grew old. On her final day, in the care of local villagers, she turned and asked, “Was I an astronaut?”
And they said, “Yes. You were a great astronaut.”
And she said, “Really? I was?”
And they said, “Shhhh. No more talking.”
- Ellen DeGeneres, Seriously... I'm Kidding
We are currently stuck at Bishan after sending off my grandpa who visited from Medan because our car is at a very high temperature and it might blow up if we continue driving. How I wished I had brought my sketchbook to sketch instead of sitting here and pretending that I am enjoying the awkwardness.
Everyone is just so... quiet.
I don't know you well but it pains me to see the cuts on your arms. Why did you do that? We hung out once before and I remembered clearly that you were a lovely person, a little annoying but you were the one who got the whole group laughing and talking. Your life is better than you could imagine.
I pray that you know how to embrace the loneliness. Being lonely does not mean the end of the world. You do not have to ease that emotional pain by inflicting physical pain on yourself. I pray that you could see how your life is, in the eyes of others, and I wish that you could just love yourself a little more.
Ruining yourself is never the way to ease your pain. I hope you can see that.
Today is the fourth day of the renovations and I still have about six days to go. I am really going insane because I have to wake up at 7 every single morning and leave my house before 8 so that the workers can start work. It's not that hard waking up so early in the morning but the thing that drives me crazy is having nowhere to go because school officially ended yesterday. And not to forget, my house no longer has toilets so all of us, including my neighbours who are doing this renovation, have to bathe and use the toilets provided downstairs. Awkward? Yes, very.
Right now, I am sitting at the coffeshop alone forcing myself to eat breakfast and blend with the rest...
Today is probably the last time taking the shuttle bus to school, doing last minute printing in the library for what we have left out for exams and of course, sitting in a classroom to do our final paper for the semester. I have mixed feelings for today, surprisingly more towards the 'happy' feeling because I have never really enjoyed poly life. I am glad today ends everything.
But still, I think I will miss everything about poly.
I don't know why or how, but it is always a joy to sit in the park and observe the people around me and the surroundings. I secretly think the people around me feel the same way too.
It is actually not that bad to be homeless for 10 days. I CAN DO THIS!
