Scribbles from My Life

Jacket, checked. Knee-high boots, checked. Passport, checked. His heart was beating so fast that morning. In less than 48 hours, he'll smell the familiar air of New York City. Sure, it'll be cold in the beginning of October like this, but it'll be warm to the heart. He knew what is awaiting him, all the memories he had in that vibrant city, as bright as how Times Square will light up at night. In less than 48 hours, he will also be able to hug that person he misses so much. Someone he didnt know could make breathing feels so hard when they are apart, someone who'll make him stop infront of the paint shop because those stacks of colorful paint buckets reminded him of the time they painted her apartment together;when painting was not about hard work of putting those fluids across the wall, but about occasional hugs, kisses, laughter, splatting paint on each other. All those happy times, before he had to leave his heart behind in New York City. The flight from New Y...

Happy Sunday, Good People! Today I am finally at home. I have been complaining about lacking personal time and space, today I finally got it. Unfortunately, after so many months of busy weekends, I feel bored today. I used to be able to just snooze off until so late but no more now:( I guess I am indeed getting older. Ha Ha. But anyway, due to the PMS that is taking over me, I shall write a little something here. So, I came back from my short retreat in Jogja yesterday. The 4 days there were a pretty nice bonding time with my parents and a break from crazy work life. The food, however, was not so pleasant. I CANNOT stand the sweet food. I need my salty-spicy food back! It was such a torture to me x( Otherwise, everything was great! Anyway, the moment I landed I feel bored already. These few weeks my brain was going through a whirlwind of thoughts that I had to keep telling it to stop talking so I can fall asleep at night. Weirdly enough, the things that I have been wo...

Today is a story-telling time. Okay, it's just skipping from responsibilities kinda day because it's Friday! Technology is a creepy and crazy things. It changed us, human beings, in so many ways possible. To better or worse. It made life easier but sometimes it was soo easy we are crossing borders. Take for example instagram. While it is true that you get to see the world and get updated with people's life from Instagram, you also lost the human touch with others, which is what partly makes you human. And it was so easy, our curious mind stepped further to know not just the people we know but the people we have no relations with. Even worse, people make hateful comments. It's like as if making those comments will add some good karma in their lives. Ugh. Anyway, I have sidetracked a little too far this time. Back to the title, with the power of social media, I am still in touch with the first guy I ever liked as a kid. Back when I was waaaaay younger, I ...

Hong Kong International Airport [12:51 AM] Terminal 1, Gate 30 The previous post was about my USA trip part 1, and now this is titled Finale, I know. Well, since I am sitting in the waiting room, waiting for departure call for my final leg home, I might as well write about the finale. The other parts will be filled in later on. Rewinding back to 6 days ago.. Chicago [2nd July 2017] O'Hare International Airport Chicago was my last past of the America trip. The part where I was initially looking forward to because it was when I get to step on to the place that left me with so much memories before. I was, in a way, excited. There was also nervousness and sadness then. My sister couldn't make it to the trip because she had an exam and so it was just us three. the white Subaru was our companion thru that last leg, fitting all the luggages that contained our freshly bought clothes and shoes and accessories. See what living in Indonesia has done to us? We yearn ...

Hey y'all! I am back here finally writing something before memories evaporated off my brain. Today marks my 2 weeks of staying in the USA and time flies while you are on vacay:( Anw, let me write a little about the first leg of my trip-Boston. First stop was Bostown because sissy's staying there for her Harvard Summer program. The apartment looks like Fuse, the people there are more poshy than Purdue (DUH). It's walkable to Harvard Square which offers awesome awesome stuff.. They have UO, JP Licks Ice Cream, Shake Shack.. uuuhhh aaah. Anyway, America has always been the safe place. I feel free and home here. You know, people here do things according to their will, and they just have to answer to themselves for the actions they done. Unlike Indo tho, your society expects from you and everyone is in the rat race to be on top, at the expense of losing themselves. That, though, is still common in Asian countries and became so apparent when I reached Vegas (Tha...

Today, Ahok is sentenced to 2 years imprisonment. Reason: Blasphemy. Does his work for this country matter? No. One sentence and it was used for political reason to imprison him. I am not a political person. In fact, I know nuts about politics. I know there will be thousands of articles on this matter today, and days to come. But today, I feel the need to write something about this too. I have been hearing stories about this amazing man for awhile now though. about someone who is bringing visible change, someone who was honest and brave and is a minority . And for someone who has zero knowledge about politics, I can even vouch for that change. The house where I grew up in has been left empty for awhile now one reason why we moved was because it was flooded every so often. But then this man came to rule and now there is no more flood, people are not selling their houses anymore bcos now their asset is worth more. It is safe to say that I grew up in a well-protected e...

So a friend of mine is adding a tattoo on his rib cage. I have always wanted getting a small tattoo myself but my family is against it. And after thinking for years, I guess if I really wanted to, I could wait until I am married and that my future husband approves it. Anyway, back on his tattoo. this kid is a carefree young soul despite him being older than me! And reckless as it sounds, he still has no clue what to be drawn on him while it's just gonna be another 2 weeks more before he is gonna get one. He asked me to help him pick one, something that I think describes him, and that he would follow my advise and won't go on if I don't approve. Little did he know, I am such a fickle minded person! but it's so fun, looking thru pictures, finding ideas. I even feel nervous for him because that thing is going to be permanent. I used to have a friend who had a few tats. Every tattoo was drawn when he got out from a near-death experience. It's a memor...