JUNE OH JUNE!

JUNE BLOODY JUNE!!

This month is definitely insane..

between the high-pressure deadline,

the lack of time (or my poor time management, to be honest)

the non-cooperative team,

and my obsession over every teeny tiny detail,

I'm screwed!! Pretty much.

The only three things that stop me from using my sharp pair of scissors to stab someone are praying, THE 2010 WORLDCUP, and the fact that my handsome boyfriend is coming at the end of the month!! WOOOHOOOOO!!!

WHAT FOLKS ARE MADE OF

What are little babies made of, made of?

What are little babies made of?

Diapers and crumbs and sucking their thumbs;

That's what little babies are made of.

What are little boys made of, made of?

What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails;

That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of, made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and everything nice;

That's what little girls are made of.

What are young men made of, made of?

What are young men made of?

Sighs and leers and crocodile tears;

That's what young men are made of.

What are young women made of, made of?

What are young women made of?

Rings and jings and other fine things;

That's what young women are made of.

What are our sailors made of, made of?

What are our sailors made of?

Pitch and tar, pig-tail and scar;

That's what our sailors are made of.

What are our soldiers made of, made of?

What are our soldiers made of?

Pipeclay and drill, the foeman to kill;

That's what our soldiers are made of.

What are our nurses made of, made of?

What are our nurses made of?

Bushes and thorns and old cow's horns;

That's what our nurses are made of.

What are our fathers made of, made of?

What are our fathers made of?

Pipes and smoke and collars choke;

That's what our fathers are made of.

What are our mothers made of, made of?

What are our mothers made of?

Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces;

That's what our mothers are made of.

What are old men made of, made of?

What are old men made of?

Slippers that flop and a bald-headed top;

That's what old men are made of.

What are old women made of, made of?

What are old women made of?

Reels, and jeels, and old spinning wheels;

That's what old women are made of.

What are all folks made of, made of?

What are all folks made of?

Fighting a spot and loving a lot,

That's what all folks are made of.

Robert Southey (1774-1843)

Re: something special

dear errr..what's your name again?,

there you go again, nice touch with those songs and personal stuffs.. we thought you finally got tired or hit by a bus or something.. good to know you're alive, dear..

we're not gonna lie here, your emails did bug us at first..but now we simply see them as hilarious and quite entertaining.. it's amusing, really, to see how hard you're trying to piss us off.. your little evil mind must be getting a bit tired by now, no? we sincerely hope you haven't run out of ideas yet..

we'd like to thank you for sending us those "free entertainment", and basically for your existence , you know, give us something to laugh about since there's nothing good on tv these days.. your existence has also been a great reminder for us to be more grateful for everything we've got.. to be honest, we never truly realized before how lucky we are for having a healthy healthy healthy mind and emotions, unlike some people.. ;)

well, we think that's all we need to say to you.. looking forward to your next move, dear..

warmest regards,

nisa+fatwa

ps. oh by the way, we happen to know a really good shrink, like..a really good one! let us know if you need the number..you know, if somehow you ever get too depressed or have an urge to kill yourself or something like that..we'd be more than happy to help! ;)

the moment of truth

"Daydream delusion
Limousine eyelash
Oh, baby, with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life, like branches in the river
Flowing downstream caught in the current
I carry you, you'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?"

A very beautiful poem from one of my all time favorite movies, Before Sunrise.

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old and boring

Malam ini, mendadak gw kepikiran hal-hal yg suka gw lakuin beberapa tahun yang lalu. Waktu ngelakuinnya dulu sih terasa biasa-biasa aja, bahkan sama sekali ga kebayang kalo suatu hari gw akan menengok ke belakang dan merindukan itu semua.

Gw kangennn nyetir malem2 muter-muter Bandung sendirian, tanpa tujuan dan sengaja nyasar-nyasar dan ujungnya justru bikin gw makin ngerti jalan. Ke Lembang pagi-pagi buta cuma buat minum yoghurt, atau tengah malem jalan kaki nyusruk2 di kebun tomat (lagi-lagi di Lembang) cuma biar dapet spot yg bagus buat ngeliatin bintang.. Main kembang api di lapangan Gasibu, bertingkah konyol seolah-olah ga punya beban.. Jemput temen gw di kost-nya jam 4 pagi cuma ngajakin minum kopi aceh sambil ngobrol2 ngalor-ngidul.. 'Kabur' dari rumah abis subuh ke Ancol, duduk di pinggir pantai, belum mandi, sendirian sambil makan kentang goreng dan ngeliatin orang2 jogging.. Nyetir dari airport menuju rumah dan somehow ended up di Taman Safari (ha!).. Dan masih banyak tindakan-tindakan sejenis yang dulu biasa gw lakuin.. Kangen kangen kangenn!!! Kangen itu semua!

The point is: I miss being impulsive! When I look back at that time of my life, I remember how impulsive and spontaneous I used to be. Somehow I think I still am, deep deep down inside. Like it or not, as I grow older and gain more responsibilities, it gets harder and harder to be impulsive, to be reckless and do those spur-of-the-moment kind of things. Too many things and/or people to consider, too many priorities have got to come first, hence too many crazily impulsive "ideas" to put aside. *sigh*

I hate the fact that now I'm just plain old and boring. Ack!

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menangislah!

Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry

Happy the eye that sheds tears for His sake

Fortunate the heart that burns for His sake

Laughter always follow tears

Blessed are those who understand

Life blossoms wherever water flows

Where tears are shed divine mercy is shown

[Jalaluddin Rumi]

question marks

Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our lives or if the moments in our lives make us?

If you could go back and change one thing about your life, would you? And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or break the heart of another? Or would you choose an entirely different path? Or would you change just one thing, just one moment? One moment, that you've always wanted back.