9491th Day.

As my birthday concluded last night, I sneaked a chance today to reflect on things since I was busting the calories at the gym today. I can’t be more grateful to be 26 now that I am where I am and surrounded by the people who truly mattered. I know it hadn’t been an easy journey to turn 26, in fact I never envisioned living past 25 as I thought it is funny to plan for a life I am not sure of.

But God has been ever so Forgiving and I am thankful to wake up and be blessed enough to savor another day  with the family and the ones that matter the most to me.

The last two days had been a wonderful experience. In fact, it had been the best and definitely most memorable experience of a birthday well-spent. The only glitch? That four of my closest loves could not attend my birthday dinner with me.


One, Dad.

It is my first birthday without Papa and as much as I am glad that he no longer is in pain, missing him is undeniable. I am sure Mama had it harder than I do but the feeling of losing never seemed to go away does it? There are days I will stare hard at his portrait on my table and tell him that I miss seeing him smile. That sometimes seeing a photo of him smiling wide isn’t enough to make me miss him any lesser. I am not the most religious of Muslims but I do save a prayer for you as much as I can as you totally deserve it Daddy dear. I know you are watching me every step of the day as my guardian angel and I know that is comforting as I know I am safe in your protection in the eyes of God.

Two, Murugiah Komala.

The best friend is down with the sniffles and is out of action the last few days. Babe! Feel better soon please! I am craving for The Pizza Place dinner with you 🙂

Three, Maris Stella Djuli.

The other best friend who is in town with her gorgeous son BUT we can’t seemed to find the proper time and day to meet up for ngabuburit. 😦 See you soon my dear! Hopefully I can sneak back to Jakarta some time end of the year or early next year to see you and finally try out your home-cooking! 🙂

Four, Reaus.

I know this year had been a tough one for you with your Mum’s passing and in the deepest corners of my heart, I yearn to be close to you as before. However, I can only hope and wish for that to happen as our friendship is not one that is taken easily by your partner and I am deeply saddened to have to consider staying away so long as he remains your partner. I missed those days that we will call and catch up with each other over anything and everything under the sun and just laugh the moments away. I fondly remembered sneaking to WCP to surprise you one fine night and drop off a cake for you and your colleagues at work. I tell the love how sad it is like to watch a friendship disintegrate slowly but I do believe that perhaps some friendships can’t blossom due to reasons only God will know. I do have you in my prayers everyday. I pray that you will always remain safe in God’s protection and that you will continue to be strong when the going gets tough.


I used to grow up regretting why certain things don’t end the way that I want to. But as I  blew my 26th candle yesterday, I resolute to never regret those missed chances and failed attempts. I strive to live a greater life everyday and to seize whatever opportunities I have every day to make my day better and happier for myself and those that matter around me. I believe God has His reasons, we just need to live through those bad decisions and make better ones for the greater future. 🙂


One Act I am Dying to Watch: Le Noir

Le Noir

They have been in Singapore for their debut show in March and only recently came back for a second season earlier this month. I know the love does not appreciate arts and music the way that I do but I truly, truly, truly wish my best friend, Ms Maris Stella Djuli is back in Singapore as I am very confident she will share the same sentiment as I do towards cultured art. The second show ends on June 29th and that’s like a good two days away! I can only salivate and go gooey-eyed over the stills and short clips but I can guarantee that nothing  can beat the true experience of sitting in the theater and experiencing the full magic of a live show.


Le Noir 1

Le Noir 2

Le Noir 3

Le Noir 4

Oh Le Noir, if only I can get a little rendezvous with you.

PS: Watch the video and be astounded by their magic!

Girl on Fire.


When I was growing up, there was always one day in a year that I always look forward to. That day happens to be my birthday. Not many people share the same sentiments as I do but coming from a childhood whereby I had to go through bad days – like those days where I was the “toy” being pulled apart by my biological & adoptive parents – has made me resolute that no matter how ugly, sad, miserable my other 364 days in a year was, I always strive to let 5th July be the happiest day of my life every year.

When I was young, it was much easier to do all that. With my parents doting on me – I was the youngest & the only girl in the family – 5th July every year was always memorable with those cake-cutting, picture-taking, presents and whatnots. I don’t remember asking for grand birthdays, the only grandest birthday I’ve had was on my 1st birthday whereby my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and close relatives gathered to celebrate at my late grandmother’s home. That was the only one I vividly remember being exceptionally big in my opinion.

Other birthdays were muted and reserved only for the immediate family. I enjoy those private, intimate parties more than the grand ones as I prefer being in the limelight when I’m in the company of the ones closest to me. As I grew older and my parents shifted the breadwinner responsibilities to my brothers & I, my birthday became a slightly more expensive affair as my brothers would take the family out to celebrate my birthday as they know how it meant to me and of course, even if I don’t blow candles on my birthday cake, I am glad to be able to get a collective birthday song from them while I slice a birthday cake. I dare say, that is the moment I look forward to all the time.

As I grew older and have boyfriends involved in my birthdays, the family tone down their involvement by giving me the liberty to celebrate with my then-boyfriends first before I celebrate with them. (How can I not be thankful for having such a wonderful & understanding family?)

I guess the grandest birthday I’ve ever had with my then-boyfriends would that be with Izzac when I celebrated my 18th birthday. He lavished me with plenty of gifts that were over-flowing from his car boot! Not saying that I am boasting it now but for a split second, it felt as though there is someone outside of my family who knows how important 5th July meant to me; and I truly appreciated it as I remembered him getting me 18 gifts to signify my 18th birthday and they all meant the world to me as most of them revolved around Happy House (http://www.happyhouse.com.au/) as he knows how I adore them (even till now!). I remembered on my 18th, Maris Stella Djuli also giving me two G-strings in a Victoria Secret box! Cheeky but I loved it! I had many presents and even though 7 years has passed, I still recall the memory fondly as I have the photos. That was also the year that I received 3 birthday cakes, blew 3 different cakes & be lucky enough to wish three times in a year.

Another vivid memory was my 21st whereby I was granted an opportunity of a lifetime to celebrate my birthday in the company of sharks and sting rays in the Underwater World. I celebrate my birthday differently each year, with each year being more memorable than the next.

Moving on over the years, I always instill this belief that whoever I celebrate my birthday with, he would know what I yearn for in a birthday. I never asked for a grand affair. Just a moment in my life for that particular year, that the significant other treats me like a princess. No need for an expensive dinner or a limousine ride around town if you can’t afford it. Just something small yet priceless; just a memory to last me a lifetime.

It can be a cheap-ass cake from the neighborhood bakery with one puny candle. It can be a meringue cake with the number of years I turn for that year.

Anything within your means so long as it is a birthday cake.

Even a slice would do me just fine. Just let me blow the freaking candle for once in a year, on a momentous July 5th and I will be greatly appreciative.

When I was single, I used to buy a slice of cake every year that I celebrate alone and still blow it myself as I know that even though I don’t have any Significant Other to buy me a cake for, I care about myself enough to make myself happy.

Maybe I should do that now.

More so since someone said this comment which stung me deep, “No need for birthday cake okay?”

For that moment in my life, I think and believe that you don’t know me. You may not be the sort who celebrates your birthdays unlike me. But it doesn’t mean that I would want to celebrate it the way that you always do. It’s the third year running I am celebrating my birthday without a cake. Why do I subject myself to hope that others will give me a birthday cake?

5th July is & will always be my day.

I don’t care even if the world crumbles tomorrow, all that I want is a cake on my birthday.

Every year, for the rest of my life.

With or without you in it.

A birthday cake is nothing much is it? You don’t need to be Einstein to get me a birthday cake.

My Greatest Blessings,

Komi Martian:
For being the longest BFF in the world. You weren’t always there-there 24/7 but during my most terrible of days, you were there. We can’t be more different from each other, remember we started out as total enemies? Haha, those were the good days and even our tastes in boys are exceptionally poles apart. No matter the difference, I still love you no less babe. From 2001 till date.

Rajan Chandra:
For being the good friend turned pen pal. I’ve known you as long as I’ve known Komi but considering that we are approximately 1500 miles away from each other, it’s amazing to know you still remember my birthday and still make the effort to fly back to this tiny island twice in the last two years. Soon enough, I’ll move my ass over to Bondi beach, promise.

HobiBelanja Maris Stella Djuli:
I’ve known you since 2005 and although you’ve made your journey back to Medan to start a family, not a day goes by without me thinking about our many many dates together. Whether it was to the movies, for a round of drinks, for another pair of C&K shoes or Mel bag, a chocolate buffet, hang out at each other’s cribs; basically the only things girlfriends do when they know and don’t judge each other beyond our superficial talk. When Grams passed away, you were with me through her passing even though you were having classes and also I was half of the person I am now, you never stopped being my shoulder to cry on. We’ve not met since your wedding in 2010 but hopefully, we’ll meet up soon enough and I’ll get to meet the other man in your life, Edmund 🙂

Edward Reaus Cullen / Hubby #1:
You were prolly the one who shaped me into the extrovert person I am now. You convinced me enough to dump my glasses for contact lenses and look where I am now? You’ve instilled enough confidence in me that you can be a life coach as your zest for life is immensely intoxicating. Your thoughts moved me in McDonald’s, your texts added the smiles to my life and our dates are always full of sentimental memories we both won’t give up the world for. You changed my 2010 days with Mac’s & even till date, I never regretted making that cup of hot milo for you (which resulted in you getting into an argument with your then lover who went on a jealous rage!) During my break-ups, you were there, pulling me together and ensuring I didn’t fall further apart. You gave me strength when I found out the ex was a douchebag and you were on my side when he appeared with a comeback. I love you lah, you are like my biggest supporter, thank you sweets.

Darling Sunshine Izwan Hubby bi BOO:
Who knew the one person I always, always confide in when it comes to good-looking customers walking in-store turns out to be the one man I am totally head over heels in love with? Only God knows what changed me to turn you from a mere acquaintance in the same company to the man I hope to build a future with. It’s amazing how two years ago, you were seen in a different light and two years on, I can’t quite imagine waking up one morning without you in it. Maybe because by God’s grace, he pushed you to want to be there for me when Daddy was hospitalised for a month. Maybe that one month changed alot about my perception of you. After all, you were there every single day. When Daddy wasn’t conscious, to when I was falling apart by his bedside, when I had to be Mummy’s strength; you were my backbone, holding my hand steering me forward and ensuring that I don’t fall on my already-wobbly feet. I can’t imagine what it would be without you there, after all, back then, you were just a friend to me. I guess that episode made me realised many things; that life is fragile, that when you see something this special, you don’t let them go. Thank you dear, for yesterday today and also for tomorrow. Four lifetimes remember? 😉


God, thank you for these blessings I would give up my life for.

The X Files

Being on MC actually made me go all Inspector Curious on things which usually don’t bother me much. I googled things related to my past and that includes my past friends who don’t made it to the present and of course, the exes who got dumped along the way. Among all my ex-boyfriends, I’ve always maintained a good rapport with all of them.

All but one.

Funny but as much as I am dying to see him in person and acknowledge how he’s been like post-me, I have yet to have the luck to even see him despite hanging around his area often enough. Maybe God granted this as a blessing since I’ve not exactly come across face-to-face with him since our break-up in 2008 and I guess I should thank my lucky stars a million times over. I guess looking upon him online just brings me to the question,

“Who is his next prey after I left?”

After all, life with him as far as I remembered wasn’t all rosy and great. We had our ups & downs but nevertheless, I thanked him for the three years where he taught me enough life lessons to bring forth to my future.


He taught me never to trust people easily;
even if that means not trusting the one you love the most.

He taught me to be careful with my money;
Lord I was able to lavish him with so many things with my then paltry internship allowance of $700. Now earning thrice of that also sometimes isn’t enough for lavishing on myself sometimes. Heh heh 🙂

He taught me that if you love someone enough, you’ll do anything and everything for that person just to make them happy;
even if it means leaving behind your family to co-habit and be a part of his. Funny ‘cos my parents never scolded me even when I stayed over at his place or treated my own home like a hotel.

He taught me that even bad people have their good side;
he nursed me back to health when I was down with high fever and even drove me to the polyclinic in the wee hours of the morning & made me home-made chicken soup & feed me my medicine on-time, everytime.

He taught me that material wants don’t compensate the lack of happiness in one’s life;
he gave me a car, hoping to use it to propose to me but I being the smart one knew that saying yes to the proposal won’t guarantee me a lifetime of happiness. Maybe, a lifetime of debt instead.

He taught me that in any relationship, there has to be a two-way street;
Anything he asked for, I granted them all as though I am a Fairy Godmother with a secret pocket of magic gifts. I kept on giving in to his demands, there has to be a time when that ends, right?

He taught me that if the guy really loves you, he won’t hurt you in anyway;
he did, one way at a time throughout the three years I was with him. You name them, I’ll definitely say he’s done them all.

He taught me to stay independent regardless of situation;
I was financially independent since I was 15 and when I was with him, I was also supporting him and his spendings. Post break-up, I’ve grown to be more careful with my spendings. I spend wonders on people who actually matters the world to me instead of some dirt guy whose just there to take all your savings away for some gadget to fix on his BMW.

He taught me that if a guy tries to change you to what he wants you to be, he doesn’t love you the way you are;
He changed me from a girly girl to a tee & jeans ensemble girl so that I won’t look appealing to other guys and banned me from wearing make-up. What did I do? I listened for three whole years – the things you do for love is endless.

He taught me that short guys not necessarily are the humble lot as compared to the tall guys;
aside from some short guys I’ve dated, most of them actually have huge egos compared to their vertically perfect counterparts. They prolly can just compensate their lack of height by being awesome in bed? But still not enough compensation for me.


So why am I bringing up the X files again you may ask?

Well, I just happened to chance upon his profile after my BFF casually mentioned he tried adding her via FB so curiosity indeed killed me (read: the cat). Heh, well anyway, I see that he’s going serious with a girl who happens to be one of my seniors in SHATEC. Boy, the world is such a huge place and you still turn to look into your past to find love? Funny, funny. Well I have to say she definitely looks more like a sweet pie as compared to me, she’s got the perfect Indian eyes he always digs in a girl and but of all, she’s slightly shorter than him. Perhaps she’s got the housewife character he wants in a woman? The one who sits at home everyday and looks pretty while the husband is the only one who works and support the family? Good on them, I do wish her luck and hopefully if they do end up settling down, he’ll treat her right and not let history repeat itself.

I was able to set myself free as I made a choice to choose my source of happiness wisely.

I’m not sure if this girl will be able to do that.

Blowing Twenty-Three Candles

This is my 23rd year on Planet Earth and although I’d wished I had a better way of celebrating the minute the clock strikes midnight of July 5th, I can’t be more thankful that:

  1. I had a guy waited for me patiently to get home from my mega-splurge in town with a bouquet of colored tissue flowers folded into 23 pink and red flowers – I love only real sunflowers, I hate roses and one reason why I prefer not to get real flowers for any occasion is simply because the flowers look abso awful when they start to wilt and dry out. Paper flowers suit me just fine (it may seem childish to most but hey, five years on, does your bouquet of expensive tulips last as long as my hand-made flowers? I doubt it)
  2. I had a long-time friend from Oz fly across the Indian Ocean to celebrate a surprise birthday dinner with me. Tell me, how many of you are as lucky as that? A friend is not a friend until he / she flies across the globe just to be there for you on your momentous birthday.
  3. I had an old flame leave a box of trinkets he picked up along the way which reminded him of me. So we parted due to unforseen circumstances but there’s nothing to stop him from sharing the birthday joy with me, right?
  4. I have my BFF from Medan send me a text on time for my birthday, every single year without fail.
  5. I have the Martian BFF sing me a birthday song over the phone. Sure she was late by a good 13 hours but really, what mattered was the fact that she still remembered, ten years into the friendship.
  6. I had a crew save her wages to get me a lovely perfume just because she wants me to smell as good as I always do, everyday.
  7. I had so many people coming up to me wishing me a happy birthday, some include people whom I don’t even recognize!
  8. I celebrated my birthday with a mega-bash at Dbl-O with my closest friends in Macs and they made me feel even more greater than a princess with a flurry of kisses and hugs and smiles all night long!


It was a memorable birthday, can easily top the ones that I’ve had previously. I can never thank Him enough for the Angels he sent to protect and love me the way I am.


January to May 2010

As I sat down in quiet contentment at 0439 am this morning, listening to some mellow Indonesian music, I reflected on the months of January – May 2010 that has gone by in a jiffy.


I recalled January being the start of my McDonald’s adventure. It was scary, nerve-wrecking but at the same time, not knowing what’s there ahead of me made the whole ride extremely thrilling. It was daunting to begin with as technically, I’ve never worked my entire life and this was officially my first job. How would I fare, I asked myself a million times ? I guess only time could tell everything.

February was traditionally the month of Love. Till this month, I was officially single for the last 18 months and counting. Not bad considering I was the sort who was devoted to one guy for 3 years of my life and did not even turned around to see the other wonderful guys out there available for me. I thought I wouldn’t survive living alone, without a boyfriend’s arm wrapped around me but thanks to Him, I was able to stand up and walk all over again. Thanks be to God. Oh yes, how can I forget February 15th was day my ex’s Mum and sister spotted me working at WS. That was the defining moment whereby I thought my bubble had burst.

March, I remembered her being the month I was slaughtered upside down, inside out by this thing called WSQ. I still remember the person who nearly ruined my hope of settling down in McDonald’s. I mean, who doesn’t ? Her name was Jenny Kwa and she was the internal Assessor for McDonald’s and her psychological tests on me were brutal, I walked home bawling my eyes out and threatening to quit the system on the very same day. March was also the date I met a new friend, let’s just call him SJ. To say we went out on a date would be true but it wasn’t the I-see-a-potential-boyfriend-in-him-and-vice-versa kind of date. It was more of testing waters as to whether I am ready to start meeting and getting to know new guys.

April; sadly was the only April in recent times that I did not fall for any pranks set up by my friends. It would have been my 6th Month Anniversary with The WOW Experience on April 2nd if I was still with them. Oh yes, that was truly one of the best holiday jobs I’ve ever had 🙂 April also was my 1st Assistant’s wedding day, April 4th. This was also the month I realised that SJ isn’t my type of guy when I realised his ego is greater than that of any man. Associating the word “dog” was enough to raise the ire in his eyes and that totally reminded me of Isaac; so totally not cool at all. April 16th was the day I ran my first shift !

May is officially the Hobibelanja month as it was her 23rd Birthday:

There’s nothing else more important than her birthday. Period 🙂


So anyway, the purpose of this post isn’t to bring up past hurt or broadcast my dwindling social life. It is more of a testament as to how the months of 2010 has evolved me as a person. A better person in my opinion, far better than before.


A Perfect Weekend

This one-liner is inspired by one of the 50 Conversational Starter Cards I had played recently.


A Perfect Weekend…

… in the past would be to spend every waking hour with my friends, wasting our time and money away on good food, good drinks, good company and good times playing pool, doing impulsive shopping, gossiping over endless cups of coffee and cheesecake or drinking the night away.


… in the present would be to wake up on a lazy Sunday before everyone else at home and see the look of contentment on my family’s (especially my parents’) faces while they are asleep. Sometimes, seeing the look of peace people have when they are asleep makes life worth living for; somehow. I don’t need a whole hour to watch them sleep, just a few minutes will do me just fine and will make my Sunday the perfect one.

Thereafter, I will get my lazy ass off to cook breakfast in the morning for all at home. I so miss making pancakes with those dripping maple syrup + diced strawberries + melted butter and the heavy breakfast sets I love to make in the mornings. Well like what they say, in life you have to choose to give up certain things just to achieve others; making breakfast in the morning for the family is one of them. 😦 Well, I do try my best nowadays to cook something at least once a week as I fear I will lose my Midas cooking touch if I don’t continue to cook on a regular basis.



… in the future would be to wake up in lush 700 TC Egyptian cotton King-sized bed and opening my glass doors to a sandy beach barely a few feet away. The decor in the bedroom is minimalist with a touch of zen and subtle elements of earthy hues as a backdrop. As I take in the fresh air billowing from the sea, I turn around and see my husband stirring out of his slumber, giving me the smile that made me fall for him in the first place.


Sometimes I find myself veering way too close to the ideal world that I picture in my head. But there are other times I tell myself, why not ? Since after all, keeping all these promising thoughts keep my motivated and happy altogether.


With much, much love to everyone !



The Breath of Fresh Air

I know in life, we make certain decisions that we may think is right at that point in time. One of the decisions I felt I made was one of my wisest ever thus far is the decision to be extremely picky when it comes to friends. Sure, I’ve been burnt many times over the years by friends who claimed to be there for you when you are down in the pits but they end up leaving you to your own laurels when you are down there and basically that taught me this valuable lesson in friendship.

I made it a point to screen and filter my friends and only allow those who have withstood the test of time and patience over the years so much so that I can easily say, I have only three best friends who know me inside out and very few casual friends.

Coming into McDonald’s has changed me entirely.

I am forced to walk away from my comfort zone of 3 best friends and embrace those random strangers you will meet on the street and acknowledge them. I meet old fiends who left me behind and have them come up to me asking me out for a cuppa coffee. I meet super-duper long-lost friends whom I’ve lost touch ever since my kindergarten days and also, I meet new friends who I see a potential future friendship with. Honestly, being a self-introverted person and having to change to be someone super-friendly to just about anyone took me quite a while to master.

Looking back, yes I will still say sticking to my favorite 3 best friends to spend good times and bad with was a good decision but now that I’ve reached this stage of maturity, I know in the long-run, it will do me more harm than good to just have three friends all my life. I want to be inspired by others more than anything else. I want to see the world through other people’s eyes and try to understand why they do certain things and think a certain way. I want to get to know what makes other people different from me and hopefully, skim out their bad habits and invigorate myself with their good.

I’m twenty-two (barely adult you may say) but I do feel as though age has wisened me up a hell lot. Believe me when I say that things I did when I was 17 versus now differ vastly and I will never have the impulsiveness to match them now. But age does change things, at least in my opinion. If you allow yourself to grow at your own pace instead of trying to grow up too fast, you will encounter this change I am going through. Believe me. I find myself drawn to know more about others and things like talking to random strangers while at work is such an ease now that I can’t imagine what a life I would have if I hadn’t traveled the McDonald’s path. I would prolly be someone who is stuck in her past, vehemently refusing to move on with her future. Someone constantly unhappy with herself for her wrong choices in life.

I am not saying that to be someone better, you have to join McDonald’s.


It’s just that I am blessed enough to find my better self after I joined McDonald’s. It’s a blessing in disguise. I’m a whole new person now because McDonald’s changed me as a person. So don’t bother asking me why a top scholar from Shatec Institutes end up working with McDonald’s while my other school peers are excelling in their choice universities.

I’ll ask you back,

“Why not ?”

McDonald’s changed me;
McDonald’s make me believe that the stars are not all that impossible to achieve.

Does your university teach you that ?

The Lure of the Masses

If this Blackberry:

(a) Was launched approximately 3 months ago

(b) Comes with a built-in FM radio

(c) Runs on Android 2.1 or better

(d) Costs less than 300 buckeroos when I purchase using a normal 3.5G line

(e) Is available in an other color other than grouchy grey

(f) Isn’t as popular on the hands of the average Singaporean


I would buy it without batting an eyelid.

Sadly, the only function that was most attractive to me was the fact that it features BB MSN which will sound resoundly awesome to my good friend who owns a BB an instant messages everyone every single second. (Hello, Hobibelanja 🙂 ) With a BB, I can be this much closer to a dear friend of mine whom I dearly miss so damn much.

I miss shopping, coffee, movies, dining out, people-watching and gossiping with you Hobibelanja. It’s always our routine isn’t it ? With you, we can practically do a million and one errand and still not feel tired at the end of the day. She’s like a soul mate, you know? The kind you will only meet like once in your lifetime.

Sidenote: I’m not complaining about my Galaxy, not at all. I think it’s the greatest invention of all time and dare I say it is better than the mass-commercialized iPhone. I just think the BB pictured above marries my favorite slider feature into a dream mobile phone brand.

Picture Perfect Moments

I think the designs listed below will suit me perfectly for HB’s wedding:

I think the picture of a real bride + her entourage of bridesmaid below is an absolute darling:

… And people always stick to tacky identical bridesmaid dresses. It’s time for a new fashion revelation !


Check out the website for the whole wedding album, trust me when I say I want my wedding photographs to be as good as that:


The Maiden Journey

Somewhere around mid-next week will mark the six-month countdown to HB’s inaugural wedding. Yes, I’m highly keen on attending my BFF’s wedding but at the same time, I have yet to figure out the man I want to bring there with. As in, attending a wedding with a man is akin to moving in with a boyfriend to me, so imagine my agony now that I have yet to find a suitable mister to walk down the aisle (as a bridesmaid, of course lah duh!) with me.

I am contemplating hiring one of my super-hot friends from McDonald’s to be my stand-in boyfriend but what are the chances any of them even want to travel with me ? Plus I am still like so freaking new and I am like the new egg of the chicken farm (not literally, figuratively) that I tend to not know that many people in the system yet.

Other than that, I am contemplating bringing Moju for the trip but… I am not surprised if he readily says yes to it but from my point of view, the hesitation does not lie in the part where I am going to be holed up in the same room as him. It lies in the part whereby I am going to have to acknowledge that he is my partner for the wedding since we are going to be staying in the same room together. Bear in mind, this is Indonesia and not USA hence people will tend to think narrow-mindedly if you know what I mean.

But if I were to go there alone, I am concerned that I may not be ready to take care of myself all on my own. As in, I never traveled alone before and the likelihood of that happening is scary enough as I am sure my parents won’t be too keen on that.


Colored Ribbons & Confetti

What I want for my 22nd birthday is (by the way, we are approximately four months and eight days away!):

The perfectly wrapped present!

It has been ages since I last received a perfectly wrapped present from someone hence it’ll be awesome if I do get one wrapped in the most beautiful wrapping paper and is full of evidence that it is wrapped with lots of love.


However, even if the content is secondary, I will continue to list my birthday list closer to the date so keep a lookout okaye lovelies!

The Likes

Here is a list of the things that I like from a third person’s point of view…


She likes to wake up bright and early in the morning and smell the fragrant smell of freshly cut grass; it invigorates her senses and calms her soul simultaneously. Cigarette smoke is a sure-fire way to wake her up with a bad, bad morning sinus ; be prepared for her black face in the morning when that happens.

She likes to give presents whether it is that person’s birthday or not; there’s something special knowing you made someone break into their biggest smile for the week.

She likes to indulge in chocolate and cocktails but have converted to a 100% chocolate fan after giving up the bottle when her grandmother passed away last year. Her favorite chocolate is white chocolate, second is milk chocolate but she is anti-bitter chocolate; she doesn’t have the “atas” nature to be appreciate them.

She likes rainy days but wishes she has the Wellies to wear them out. One day she intends to go to Britain to get her own pair to go along with her dream Burberry trench coat so that she can fulfill her childhood dream of singing in the rain. It’s the childhood days that keeps her happiest, sometimes she wishes it was back to the good ‘ol days.

She likes sitting down over a cuppa two with a favorite friend; that’s her idea of a perfect day out as she treasures her close-knit group of friends and makes every effort within her reach to ensure that quality time is spent together.

She likes window-shopping more than actual shopping as she feels that she hasn’t reached the spending power of being able to spend all her salary away. A life of independence has taught her that to spend on oneself is selfish but to spend on others is the best as if you spend too much on yourself, you will tend to overlook those who mean the world to you. It’s all about a 50-50 balance of everything.

She likes boys and hopes to give birth two a pair of twin boys hopefully as she finds girls annoying and irritating regardless of age. Plus, girls equate to huge-r holes in our pockets since they have to go through the puberty stage and adulthood maturity stage of period and pads. Those are a huge waste of money, seriously with all the feminine pad companies coming up with even better products every other month and expecting us to buy them just ‘cos it is better than last month’s creation. Pffft.

She likes music and spends her awake time with the radio tuned up to her favorite stations and that will be how it remains till she goes to bed. On top of that, she digs singing along to her favorite songs and dances in the comforts of her own private room in her lingerie after a long, hard day at work.

She likes taking photographs as to her, photographs are life’s greatest form of memory should our own brains dysfunction whether due to old age or disease. Also, she likes taking photographs of the entire outing as it’s not only the faces that makes the outing a memorable one; even the food we eat helps to play a role in making us remember the outing even better.

She likes to clean things and clears her junk every few weeks as it is a form of stress-reliever to her. In fact, she thinks she has OCD whereby when she throws things away, she really throws everything away unless it belongs to her brothers or parents. She is sentimental yes, she keeps those little knickknacks from yesteryear but when it comes to junk, her sentimental nature is zilch. It’s practical space over lost emotions, anytime.


Too much of something isn’t a good thing hence I hope I’ve enlightened you with something new about me today! God Bless!