…and the story goes…

Ever heard about that phrase? I’m sure you must’ve heard it. Size does matters. Hmm…Three simple words, but they have successfully affected so many aspects of one’s life. In this case, we totally talk about our physical and appearance matters, in general.

So tell me, what do you guys see first when you meet or see someone else? His/Her appearance? His/Her face? His/Her body size? Or maybe his muscles or her b**bs and a** (in extreme)? Then if you do see others from all those, so what’s the point? Big is beautiful? Or even vice versa? For those who stand for the first statement, that makes a little sense why phrase of "size does matters" occurs.

Okay, let me say something. However, we do love something beautiful. Of course, who can’t stand for something gorgeous? It’s a natural phase that all humanbeings have. As humanbeings, we always demand for everything on its best. It means, there’s balance, there’s portion, there’s harmony. From this background, we can conclude that something proportional is beautiful, and vice versa.

But now the point is…should it be a must…??? Should it be on the top of priorities upon our physical appearance matters…??? So now if we switch the statement "something proportional is beautiful" into "something beautiful is proportional", how bout those people who unfortunately don’t have that proportional stuffs…??? They can’t be beautiful…??? How silly…

One thing is for sure, everybody has a right to be beautiful and gorgeous. No matter what number of pants they wear, no matter what number of bras they fit, no matter what their sizes. And you know what? Size really doesn’t matters at all when you see others from deep inside their hearts…
So have a nice try…!!!

Yep…I met my "Prince Charming" last night. He’s not bold. He’s just…charming. No other words to describe how he looked like but…charming. With his straight black hair, his average body size, and his managed spoken and attitude, that’s the way he was.

But it really was a big nonsense scene ’cause I’ve never thought about this before. I’ve never also met him before. Who was he…??? I don’t know…Someone from my past…??? No…I’ve just seen him last night. Someone from my present…??? Definitely not. He’s just too good to be true. Someone from my future…??? Hmm…maybe.

Hihihi…Sounds more than a little crazy, doesn’t it…??? But I do not care. In fact that blossoms arouse right on my cheeks in the seconds when I stared straight back at him…

The only clue that I’ve got, he’s my senior with a born name of F***r. Is this it…??? Is it what they call a forecasted dejavu…??? I really got no idea ’cause there’s none of my seniors born in the name of it.

But just like I said, I really do not care. ‘Cause I’ve met him and I’ve fallen for him at once. I’m sure that I’d once find him in this really cruel superficial life, and fall for the second times…And of course, this time it wouldn’t be in my dreams…

Watch out, My Prince…I’d keep an eye of you from now on…In whatever, wherever, and whoever you are…..

Yesterday was my best friend’s wedding day. I was there to attend her invitation and, at least, to give her a little additional support on her big day.

My friend is 25 years-old and her groom is 5 years older, nice couple. No need to tell you bout how they met at first, but one thing is for sure, they’ve struggled a lot to make their love bounded in this wedding.

It was a nice small sacred ceremony. No party. Only a little celebration among families and friends, held in a villa at Puncak, Cisarua-Bogor. The bride looked beautiful in her wedding kebaya, as she entered the room. There, the groom sat nervously, stared at the approaching lovely bride…

The ceremony began in a sacred silence. As the groom said his promises - to love his bride with all his heart…to take care of his bride day and night…to remind each other in happiness and sorrows…to stick together for better or worse… - what a holy big brave side of a heart only could say that promises…What a holy sacred moment…My uninvited tears suddenly dropped as they’re finally stated as a husband and wife…

Congratulation, my dear friend…Finally you’ve made it…Hope this would be a very nice happy beginning for the both of you…to sail your upcoming new world…to walk your already bounded journey…and to reach your becoming true dreams…I’m wishing you all the best and I’m trully happy for you…
Congrats…!!!

—> Oops…I forgot something important : Remember to tell me how to do "it" at first…Huehehe…..

MISSING

Specifications:
- Male
- 24 years old on January 2005
- Capricorn
- Used to be my senior in senior high
- Used to be my brother in law wannabe
- Used to chat with me bout all kind of matters
- Used to make a phonecall to me 3 times a week juz to chat bout everything
- Used to go along with me to our hometown
- Used to call me "Miss I Know Everything" and "Miss Easy to Fall In Love"
- Has a cute face (as he says)
- Has an insomnia problem
- Likes Avril Lavigne so much
- Always bothers about his outlook and performance

To anyone who knows where he is, please let me know as soon as possible. I’ve lost contact with him since a month ago, and I don’t have any idea why he disappeared, where he’s been, or what he’s been doing. I’ve tried to reach him through his e-mail, his mobile phone, but there’s no answer. I’m just wondering how he’s doing now, ’cause I do care. Please contact me for further detail information.
Thanks a bunch.

Hey…Have you ever heard about a phrase bule-minded…??? Bule, that’s the way we (Indonesian people) call foreigners here. The phrase Bule-minded is known for certain people (mostly women) who like (or even adore) men who are bule …You know, sometimes it’s ridiculuous, knowing that our ladies (read : Indonesian ladies) who a-d-o-r-e bule men so much…as if they’re the only precious things in this life…without some good reasonable excuses why they have to adore them…

We know that Indonesia had experienced a very tough time during Dutch colonialism era since the 17th century. I think it could give us a reasonable excuse, why Indonesian people could be that much in appreciating foreigners (no matter what the hell they really are or what the heck they’re doing here). But one thing should be underlined here is, appreciating doesn’t mean that we have to obey all their wants, fullfil all their needs, say "yes" to all the things they say, and please note this girls: appreciating doesn’t mean considering them as Mr. Right. Nonsense that they’re much cleverer than us, that they have everything, that they’re trully born wealthy people, that they’re the symbol of freedom (yet capitalist indeed), that they’re better than us…Very poor thoughts, aren’t they…??? Coz in fact that they’re only humanbeing…!!! Just like us…!!! The only thing that differs us from them is racial matter. And please note here : there’s no race that’s better than another.

I’ve also found a funny fact about some bule who live in Indonesia, especially for them who are men. What’s funny here is, most of them think that all Indonesian women love bule, so that they just can point their fingers to choose any women they want, and there they are, the women are already in their arms, that easy…!!!

Wow…Very poor fact, but…That’s the fact…’Cause yes, I’ve known also that most of Indonesian women have a thought that they will have some more prestige if they can get along with bule…How poor…In fact that they only make a big mistake by thinking that bule is everything…Just like what I’ve said, they’re only humanbeing, mams…Just like us…

Well…I don’t mean to discredit some group of people here…I don’t also mean to talk bout racial matter. I just wanna share a fact that the issue has grown wider here, in my environment. I didn’t also say that it’s a bad idea to love someone who’s bule indeed, but…just try to see him much closer, please…If there’s a love, just go. But if you only want some prestige, don’t you ever try to do it.

Never knew that it’s gonna be so fun. Letting my mind go wild…Thinking how far it is going…Knowing it is flown by unpredictable wind…Yeah…Something like that.

It’s an unbelievable sight. I thought it would be so boring at first. Looking for a new idea…Arranging…Writing…Phrasing…Editing… But when I’ve been involved with those stuffs, I could never let myself to stop.

Actually, I was inspired by my friend’s blog. He’s totally in it. Many thanks ’cause I’ve learnt a lot from him about the essence of a blog, how it is working to other’s life, and what may occur after it’s published.

I asked him once, "What should I do with my blog?". He gave a brief answer, "It’s all up to you". Ok…then how it could be all up to me if I don’t even know what step I should go through. Well…he told me that the first thing that I should have is purpose. I started to ask myself then…What do I really want from making a blog? What’s my purpose? Hmm…it took me an hour to think what I really want from my blog. Then pop…!!! Ok, let’s say I’m making a very big journal where I can share my way of thinking, personalities, ideas, experiences, and of course, my life to others. Note : to others. Then it took me to the next question : How could I make this possible to be shared to others? Well…of course it has to be readable by everyone who’s looking at it. So, like it or not, I have to write in English, a very common used language (and a hardest thing to do, upphff…). And what’s next? Oh yeah…the post itself…!!! Which topic should I expose? Which topic that shouldn’t? Well…actually I only follow my instinct with this. Sometimes we can feel it, which story we can share and which story that just can’t. The most important thing is, no matter what we’re gonna talking about, it has to be interesting, or at least, it makes others interested just by reading its title.

Then how could I make a story seems interesting? Hmm…that’s a very good question. ‘Cause I’m still learning more and more to know the exact way how to do it. All I’ve done, when an idea pops in my mind, usually I try to figure out which part of it that would be the best part if I bring it up by some lines of stories. Then here I am…The story goes by itself.

Then what’s the next expectation? Of course, to be read by others. After being read? Hopefully it could give another new horizon to others. Hmm…Sounds too high, doesn’t it? But that’s okay. At least, if we have an expectation like that, all we’ve done would be worth that way.

Then how about the comments? Is that exactly what we expect? The final purpose? Well…I can’t say no, but at least, don’t make it as a mean purpose. Use it as a cheerleaders team that can push you to work harder and harder.

Okay…Seems like I’ve talked too much with this bullshits…The only one thing to remember : let the stories go by themselves…That’s the point…

All I remember was just each time I tried to wake up there would be so many birds and stars surrounding my sights. Just like what you’ve ever seen in a cartoon show. Hey…What’s wrong with me…??? Then a second later, it was all torn in black…
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Nothing could ever stop me from thinking but getting ill. Maybe that’s right. I’ve forced my mind so hard lately. And maybe you’re right. I just need some time to keep my mind in a restful thoughts.
But then I think, how could I keep this passion abandoned, in fact that my mind has been already "ready" for the next challenge…??? Yes…I trully hunger for other’s thoughts, lessons, debates, opinions, facts, and even mocks. The most important thing is : they have to come from others. Not mentioning who the hell they are or what the heck they are. Sometimes they punch me right in my head (not getting to know what they really stand for). Then I lose balance, try to reach another hand to be reached out, but…that’s what I called life…to be punched or to be kicked or to be left or to be hurt. They don’t even bother. As long as I could find myself thinking of something…
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Never bother what other’s thinking.
Never bother what other’s point of view.
Never let myself be a dull.
Never let myself beaten by illness.
Never let myself defeated by pain.
Think something.
Then I sail in harmony and peace…

How do you feel when you hear a breakline news that your ex-boy/girlfriend is getting married soon…???
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What…??? Why are you staring straight back at me like that…??? OK, OK, fine…!!! That’s me…!!! That’s exactly what happened on me…!!! So what…?!!
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Uuuphhfff…….A very good question, isn’t it…??? A hardest thing to do…I don’t even know how to explain what I felt as I heard that my used to be the most beloved boyfriend would get married in the next few weeks…
Sad…??? No…I’m not sad. Desperate…??? No…I’m not a kind of girl like that. Defeated…??? Mmm…maybe. Cheated…??? Probably. Being saved…??? Of course…!!! Thanks God, You’ve showed me the way…!!!
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OK, forget it. Besides…There’s still a lot of fish in the sea. Hueheheheheeee…Hiks…Hiks…Hiks…

I’ve just visited my friends’ blogs this morning. Oh…My…God…It’s all about L-O-V-E…!!!

Honestly, I was so sick just by reading it…Hello, come on, life’s not only about love, girls…!!! There’s so much more valuable things, lessons and norms that we can gain from somewhere out there…
Well…I don’t say that it’s a non valuable thing, but it’s just…oh God…it’s just sooooooooooo…damned sucks, you know…?!! Oh come on…Broaden your horizons, mams…!!! How could you girls stick on the same old sucks stuffs day by day…?!! How could you keep your horizons juz limited between one to another soap operas…?!! Hhh……

Ok, let me say one thing. Sharing is ok, B-U-T….Don’t you think how you’re feeling when somebody keeps talking about that same old sucks things everyday…??? Don’t you feel bored…??? Don’t you feel reluctant to listen to…??? Don’t you feel SICK…??? ‘Cause YES I DO.

Sorry, I don’t mean to underestimate somebody’s privilege on this, but…please understand US (read : The Readers). We just want to see a little "improvement", not a "constancy", ’cause we DO HUNGER for other lessons in this cruel superficial life…’Cause in fact, we feed and fulfill our needs by reading somebody’s page. That’s all…..
Get a life, girls……………

Trying to look for a nice place to "escape", me and a friend of mine went for a ride to go around jakarta yesterday. Using his motorcycle, we started our journey from my boarding house at Bintaro, Tangerang.

Our first destination was Jakarta International Expo or well known as "Pekan Raya Jakarta (PRJ)", occured in Kemayoran, North Jakarta –> you can imagine how far it was, took half an hour to go by motorcycle, hehehe. As we arrived, I was so excited that I could find so many outlets from all over Indonesia that occured in order to perform, exhibit, and promote their products –> For your info, that was my very first time going to PRJ, no wonder I was so excited then, hehehe.

There were so many products that they promoted; electronics, furnitures, vehicles, souvenirs, handicrafts, and absolutely, food festival. They were arranged separately, one group item in one big fully air conditioned hall. One thing’s for sure, you didn’t have to worry that you’d get lost ’cause it’s arranged tidily from hall to hall, and there were so many guidances and information centers that would help you whenever you met a problem. And the most important thing is, it has some quite well-maintained public facilities; "Musholla", restrooms, and parking areas. Believe me, it was a real heaven for people who like window-shopping like me…!!! I really want to go there for more often but unfortunately, I forget when it’d be over. I heard that it’d be last at the end of July but I don’t know exactly.

Got exhausted after going around the halls, my friend and I left the PRJ area. We decided to look for another place to go. Then we went to Glodok, a place where we can find any electronic stuffs and gadgets. Some people say that we can get them in a lower price there. But you know, as we mention "a cheaper thing", no one could ever guarrantee that "this thing" is original, manufactured straight from its brand. So you don’t have to be surprised when you can find so many illegally pirated CDs, DVDs, MP3s and so on there. That’s heaven for people who like "cheating" on rules (just like me, hehehe…). One thing that had successfully made me shocked, you could also find extremely showed exhibition of "blue films" everywhere…!!! Gosh…no wonder the rape rate is growing fast nowadays…

Felt disgusting with those "stuffs", I decided to leave Glodok and found another place to go. Got confused, finally we stopped at Taman Ismail Marzuki (TIM), Cikini. Actually we really had no idea what we were gonna do there. But then I saw a ban which told us that there was a show held by planetarium there. Felt curious, then I asked my friend to watch that show. Never thought that it would be so fun. It’s so amazing…!!! We were in a gigantic studio (that’s arranged as if we were in an "Apollo"), and we were explained about the histories of the stars above, our mighty galaxy, and theories about how this universe occured. When we looked at the up above, it’s as if we were looking at the thousands twinkling stars of the night blue sky…God…then I realized that You’re all The Almighty…(and I was just a little dust amongst the all yours that You’ve created…)

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I went home with so much unexplainable feelings…
Well…that’s all what I called "a walk to remember"…
Never knew that I could be so touched…
Thanks God………………..