welcome to sunny florida

Okay, so…

I think I’m about to move this thing to some other account… or not. Err… no, I’m not tempted to follow the mad current of creating the so-called fashion blog, if anyone really thought so. I’m never that stylish, anyway. Nor that I’m trying to create something less-published to share my cynical daily stories, I’ve managed to make this thing private enough at the beginning and I wasn’t quite happy with how it turned out to be (we’re all getting confused at some point, anyway, so pardon me).

I just got… well, bored, that’s one way to define it.

Haven’t really decided about my next stop, actually. I might have been drooling over too many blogspots but that turns out to be on the top of my list to stay away from creating one (but I truly haven’t decided, so I might end up with a blogspot, anyway). It could be a livejournal, xanga, or anything else less-mainstream, if I’m willing to keep this attitude. A wordpress? Possible. A self-provided domain? Probable.

As clear as it may have seemed, truthfully, I haven’t really decided anything about moving this thing.

(it cannot be moved, anyway, so the old posts will remain here for good)

So yeah, you know how I was blessed with the over-developed laziness since birth. So, there’s still a huge chance for me to stay here.

This post is totally random. Gyahahahaha.

Anyway, how essential is it to be informed of what your bf is doing every other minute?

My love to my mom and dad is the purest; I don’t let them know every little thing I do, never do.

Mmm, so?

- synta @ 2009-07-31 / 10:27 p.m.

lily the girl

Lily did not cry on the day she lost her virginity. Nor that she felt relieved, nor satisfied at all. She was shocked, terribly in pain. But she did not cry.

Lily did not cry when she slit her wrist. No, she did not die either. She was terribly hurt, saw the blood everywhere. But she did not cry.

She cried, though, when somebody lied to her.

She was strong enough to bear any physical wound, but she was not strong enough to build the wall of trust. She was not brave enough to face the truth that she’d been fooled. She was a bright student, never crossed her mind even once, to be treated like a fool.

She cried when she felt stupid. She cried when she felt failed.

- synta @ 2009-07-25 / 10:17 p.m.

shoes and bag

Yes, my body gave up again last Thursday. I guess I was looking quite awful, a senior at the office asked me to go home after lunchbreak. Had a full day bedrest yesterday, and I think I’m kind of recovering right now. Thank God for that.

Watched two light DVDs yesterday: ”Confessions of A Shopaholic” and ”He’s Just Not That Into You”. It was meant to be an entertaining session but instead, it gave me this feeling of insecurity. For the tendency I have to being a shopaholic, and.. you know, how untrustworthy relationships are.

Anyway,
I still can’t believe how cranky my body could turn out to be.

I miss my besties. I miss my besties. I miss my besties.

At the beginning of my so-called adulthood (yeah right), I still feel like I’m lacked of reached goals. In fact, I might have never set any goals. Good thing? Bad thing? I still have no idea when I want to graduate, or how hard I’m willing to get the bachelor degree. There are still many things I want to try to do in campus, but I guess I won’t even bother to drop any more sweats even if I graduate later than I’m supposed to.

I’m 21. Unstable like a teenager. Have no idea of my own future. And just want to have more and more fun.

- synta @ 2009-07-25 / 7:04 a.m.

21 this 21 :-)

Okay, so today I turned 21 and despite some little incident I described as 'bag sign' that happened everyday since around 2-3 days before my birthday (I won't tell the rest of the story here, though).. today went okay.

Some 'happy birthday' I received and I actually liked:

nice.

My hair conditioner has dropped its last yesterday, so I need to restock it anytime soon (preferably today). Aaargh. So, some to-do list for today:

it heals me just to hear you say:

Ah finally, the chance to make something webjournal-ed. :-D

So, as I predicted, the internship took most of my time. Other than that, the boyfriend… and my mother is currently going back-and-forth to here and Jakarta. This maybe is the most precious times of my life. Haha.

Few days ago I had the opportunity to spend a couple hours at a newly-launched nails studio near the office named Nails Avenue. It felt good to have the feet rubbed by a well-trained, not to mention the well-done nails. Ahh I always love well-done nails, even when it was on my own mediocre level of ‘done’. Hahah.

I am actually in a confusing moment now. Everyone I know asked me to go to Phoenix concert but they were all too late because now the tickets price is no longer on the ‘early bird’ term, so it means I gotta pay 100k IDR more. I hate paying more when I know I could pay less. Haha. Hihi. Haha.

Ah yes, I’m in a good mood. I don’t even know why. I just know that I am. Eventhough one hour ago I just got out from a very usual goddamned Bandung’s Saturday Night traffic. Eventhough I am unable to spend this Saturday Night with the boyfriend. Eventhough the internship actually consumed the whole of me.

Oh wait, it could be the dinner I just had. :-D Good food is always a good mood buster. Haha. Haha.

And it could also be the current tune I can’t stop repeating on both my iPod and my winamp: India.Arie’s “Therapy”. It’s a happy song, indeed. :-)

Flash news?
Emm, let’s see…