"Dear No One, this is your love song"

It's a lyric from Tori Kelly's "Dear No One" single.

This is possibly the theme song for all you hopeful single people out there. Yes, even to you, guys. Meh, maybe not at as feminine as this song seems to be pointing out. But I DO know a guy friend of mine who fits to this kind of sentimentality and melancholic feel (HAHAHA. I know you're reading this, R).

Just so you agree, lemme post the lyrics for ya kay:

I like being independent
Not so much of an investment
No one to tell me what to do
I like being by myself
Don’t gotta entertain anybody else
No one to answer to

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold
Someone to give me their jacket when its cold
Got that young love even when we’re old
Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand
Pick me up, pull me close, be my man
I will love you till the end

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one, this is your love song

I don’t really like big crowds
I tend to shut people out
I like my space, yeah
But I’d love to have a soul mate
God will give him to me someday
& I know it’ll be worth the wait

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one, this is your love song

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold
Someone to give me their jacket when its cold
Got that young love even when we’re old
Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand
Pick me up, pull me close, be my man
I will love you till the end

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one, this is your love song

Not to be rude, even I can relate to this song. Though mine would be a little forced on since I'm in a long-distance relationship and- you know, the distance! Sometimes it made us LDRs felt like we're half-single, no? Not that kind of desperate half-single though, it's the Half-single but full-of-trust-and-hopeful-that-we'll-be-reunited-someday kind.

Baby, tweet my life away!

Hey there, long time no blogging. I've been busy twittering lately that I no longer hv a clue what to blog. You knooow, that site where u can read other's status updates and see what they're currently doing in real life.
Sounds like stalking, I know.
But do u know what sucks? Joining this site and u still don't know what ur friends r doing.

Like right now, Siska is out in the sun living the vacation by traveling Java. She told me how Lumpur Lapindo looks like, how drunkers and fags go out at night, or how she got a tan by going out.
Adventure. Pretty exciting huh? Yet, she never tweet any of it cause she didn't make one.

Me?
All I really do since I woke this morning is having Takoyaki and Sushi for breakfast!

..And those are the kinda stuff that I tweeted.
Amusing? Are u kidding me? Well honestly it IS amusing to mee since I'm into Japanese foods. But I don't think it's necessary (did I spelled it right?)

You know, me and Riyan used to talk about this tweet-addict thing, and we used to call people with those syndrom as "tweetwhores".
(No offense yall, if I'm not mistaken, we got that name from NigaHiga, and he himself is a tweetwhore.) Yeaah we use to laugh off stuffs like that, and hey Riyan, I think I've become a tweetwhore recently.

But hey, don't blame me. When you really don't have someone to share the 'interesting' thing, where else would you go? Esp in this loooong after graduate vacation.

Anyway I gotta go now peeps, I reeaaally need to get a life. I mean really, having a Blackberry does absord you're whole life, but Imma enjoy it while I can.

Ciao!
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Prasidina 11 April & The Fact About Farewell

Minggu malam kemarin, diadain Prasidina di RCC pukul 19.00 - 23.00. Prasidina itu acara perpisahan kelas 3 yang juga dihadiri oleh orang tua, guru, dan beberapa orang Yayasan juga diramaikan oleh paduan suara (though Duri's choir is much more amusing, kata Siska paduan suaranya diiringi sama Sax, Piano, Trompet.. such a wow). It's like a tradition. There's always a Prasidina every year in Cendana.

Susunan acaranya? Kata sambutan, Paduan suara, pidato, paduan suara, pidato, paduan suara, akustik, pengumuman siswa berprestasi akademis & non-akademis, paduan suara, pidato, paduan suara.. aku bener udah ga ingat brapa kali pidato dan paduan suara, so I'm just writing it dramatically. Pretty boring huh? Except if you're one of those smart and lucky students going up on the stage to get some achievements from the school.

1. instead of paying attention to the preacher,

we took pictures on our seats

2. sampe orang blakang-blakang pun sadar kamera

But the last part, was kinda entertaining. In fact, I find it exciting rather than... sad. Setelah salam-salaman sama guru, us students get to hug each other, wishing for luck, bid farewell... and yeah most of them cried. I feel a bit bad laughing loudly in those sorrowful crowd, but I didn't feel the smallest will to cry. No, it's not like I'm heartless and I'd totally be happy leaving than to stay here in this school with the same faces I've seen for 12 years of education. Maybe, it's because I'm ready to face this way before they did.

What?

All of my best friends went to Java. Well, one went to Duri, but mostly Java. 1 in Solo, 2 in Jogja, 1 in Jakarta (and I don't really know if she's still there or not). I'm really used to farewell, and although I miss them.. A LOT.. there's no more point of crying over their departure anymore. Being apart is only a test. A test whether or not our friendship has a strong bond. Whether or not we are worth to be called as "true friends".

In fact, I still contact my friends. Every once in a while. We're still sharing, we're still on the track with each other.

Though crying in farewells are a common thing. But truth is, some people cried because they weren't ready to face it, so fast and sudden. Overall people cried in farewell cause they were surprised. It's the whole High School thing they didn't want to end. They don't really cry cause they won't be seeing each other anymore. Cause fact is, they could still keep in touch with each other. Like DUH that's what I've been doing with my closest friends. Being apart isn't so hard after all when there are social networking sites like Facebook, Twitter, Skype, etc. Guess that's what technologies are for.

Hahaha.. It's funny that I actually wrote these stuff when last night I cried also. Not at the farewell, AFTER the farewell. I don't know, I'm still not too ready to leave my loved one here. But I know I have to face it.

After all it's just a test. Whether or not we have the same strong feeling.

True friends don't come easily, so is true love.

19.2 pound baby!?

Baru baca news mengenai anak Indonesia nih. Dan aku bangga gitu karena dunia ikut gempar (secara yang aku baca itu artikel internasional yang memakai bahasa inggris). Kemarin (Kamis, 24 Sept 2009) di Sumatra Utara, tepatnya di Rumah Sakit Kisaran, lahir satu bayi seberat 19.2 pounds (bayi yang sebelah kanan lho)! Bagi yang gak tau 1 Pounds berapa kilo, silakan di bagi dua. Sekitar 9 kilo lebih! Wuuutching beneeer.. pasti gemuk kali mamaknya waktu hamil tuh ya? Melentung dan lebar. Panjangnya aja skitar 24 inci! Ngehok dah. Saking gedenya pas lagi operasi caesar, dokternya sempat kewalahan tuh, ngeluarin kakinya aja susah minta ampun. Tapi untung sehat wal'afiat. Setelah diteliti sih, nampaknya bayi itu jadi gede begindang karena mamanya penderita diabetes. Kadar gula yang tinggi saat hamil menyebabkan bayi di rahim tumbuh buuueeesar.
Well, welcome to the world there big guy!

Still, too bad he didn't hold the record. Biggest baby ever lived weighed 23 pounds set in 1879. Tapi gak lama langsung is dead sih. Yang bertahan tuh yang beratnya 22 pounds. Ah beti aja nyo! Beda tipis.

So that's all for our little HULK. As for me, aku cuma berusaha memanfaatkan hari libur ini dengan baik dan benar. Yaitu dengan menonton Gby main Point Blank di rumah. Iya itu aja yang aku kerjain. What? Got a problem with that? Kesenangan orang itu relatif, dan menonton orang main game itu seru bagiku! (apalagi kalau Gby yang main cung). Hehehehe udah kebiasaan dari kecil sih. Dulu aku selalu aja nonton kalau abangku main game RPG di kamar. That's why watching him play was a lot of fun. Aw, but I missed my brother though!

Padahal liburan masih 1 minggu lagi. Di rumah cuma ada aku, bapak, Ety, dan John. Mama pergi ke Jakarta. Hiks hiks.. aku telat minta tiketnya. Ah well lah. Might as well enjoy these resting days.

Good Morning World!

News Flash : 25 Sept 29 --> The giant baby is named Akbar Risuddin — or "the Great" in Arabic.

Budaya Serobot di Kasir Hypermart

Belanja di Hypermart.

Tiap weekend emang mall Ska crowdy banget. Apalagi Hypermart nya. Kata Mama sih, rame orang-orang Bangkinang belanja bulanan. Tapi emang lah, saking ramenya tempat nih jadi lebih kayak pasar daripada supermarket. Baru mau masuk ke Hypermart nya aja, gileee susahnya minta ampun. Apalagi tepat di depan pintu masuknya lagi ada pameran Herbal Essences gitu tadi siang, jadi nya orang banyak yang memperlambat jalannya karena penasaran sama pamerannya. (Sampe-sampe ada orang yang nabrak aku krn ntah ngeliat kemana-mana)

Hari ini aku ama Ety cuma beli 4 barang :
- Lays (S)
- Lays (M) buat Mama. lagi hobi makan Lays tuh
- Jet Z buat aku
- Sama Mentos (Ety)

Gak penting ya? Emang sebenarnya lebih bagus beli di Commissary lagi, dari parkirannya aja udh sepi mau orang yang belanja nya lagi. Hampir tidak ada! Beda banget sama Hypermart. Wuidiiih.. Ngantri nya gile beneeer.. belum lagi karena orang2 nih pada belanja bulanan, trolly nya pada full semua. Pernah sekali aku ngeliat ada orang yang beli kasur 2 biji. Mampus aja deh. Tapi mau gimana lagi? Kita toh udh terlanjur di sini. Tidak ada yang bisa menghentikan Mama dari obsesinya terhadap Lays. Mengantri lah aku dan Ety di cashier yang (nampaknya) paling dikit pembelinya.

Di belakang aku ada seorang bapak beserta 2 anak dan Istrinya. Mereka bawa trolly. Aku gak tau sih apa aja isinya, ntar disangka mw nyuri lagi klo aku ngeliat-liat. Tapi yang namanya di trolly, pasti lumayan banyak kan? Klo dikit aja, bagus pake kranjang ato bawa aja pake tangan.

Aku sempat kesal sama bapak ini, karena waktu aku tiba di situ bapak nih nyelip dengan trollynya dr sebelah kanan ku. Mungkin di sangkanya aku sama orang depan ya, aku gak bawa apa-apa sih. Kuambil lah belanjaanya dari tangan Ety dan kuangkat tinggi-tinggi pake tangan kananku. Biar si Bapak sadar. Ngeliat itu tuh bapak langsung mundur.

Setelah menunggu, akhirnya antrian jalan juga.
Aku ama Ety maju.
Tapi heran, kok rasanya di belakangku jadi rame orang ya. Aku menoleh ke belakang, ternyata udah bukan si Bapak lagi di situ! Yang ada malah sepasang kekasih (bleeekh gak enak nulisnya) membawa dua plastik buah-buahan di masing-masing tangan. Kuliat belakangnya lagi, kakek-kakek tapi bukan si bapak. Kuliat belakangnya lagi, itu dia si bapak trolly tadi! Ternyata dia di salip sama 4 orang.
Aku diam aja.

Tapi kedua kalinya aku liat kebelakang, aku jadi kasian juga. Dia kyk kebingungan gitu. Hatiku mulai gak enak. Dalam angan aku sudah membayangi diri menjadi pahlawan bagi si Bapak, dengan berkata pada pasangan tadi, "Permisi Mbak, Mas,... tadi si bapak itu duluan di sini,". Mereka pun membuka jalan untuk si Bapak. Si Bapak tersenyum bahagia seraya berterimakasih.

Tapi SAYAAAAAANG... (sayang, sayang)
Sribu KALI SAYAAAAANG

Nyatanya aku gak ngapa-ngapain! Ntahlah, I'm not in the mood. Dan aku menyesal.
What happened to "Treat others like yourself"?
Aku makin nyesal lagi waktu aku dengar pasangan yang ngantri di belakang aku ngeluh,
"Lama ya...?"
"Lama..."dengan tampang-tampang BT.

Idiiiiih... rasanya pengen banget aku nyeplos bgini ke mereka..
"UDAH MOTONG NGELUH LAGI!!"
Gak tau bersyukur banget sih jadi orang!?
Grrrr...

Sampai di tempat pembayaran, aku liat bapak2 itu udah gak ada lagi. Aku rasa karena dipotong terus, dia nyari kasir yang lain. Kasian..

Besok-besok, klo ada kejadian kayak gini, aku bertekad untuk menegur orang yang suka motong-motong antrian.