A Chronology

Back then when you were just a little kid, everyone seems bigger, much stronger, capable of things you couldn't do. But this life was your greatest playground. Moreover, there was no game over, wasn't it? This was an endless game. You hop and jump and run all over the place, like this life is created definitely only for you. There were obstacles on your way, you stumbled and fell. Hence, you had your head face the ground, while the pain in your knee started to sting your eyes. You then were crying then people started to pay attention towards you. Lending their helping hands to get you quiet and still again, for everyone's composure. Among those hands, you noticed the pair of hands that feel just the best. They were the softest and the warmest, the ones that give you the easy feeling, that everything's gonna be just all right. So you danced your life out, thanking you have other shadows behind you that would always look at you, in case you fell of or something. The days were inevitably sweet. The nightmares were always being ease up by everyone's sweet calming words.

Then, you're growing up. You begin to notice things. You couldn't do reckless things no more. Everyone's counting on you to take care of yourself, since they have many more things they need to take care. Ah, the world starts to feel so lonely. The shadow following you is only your very own shadow, none other is accompanying. And then you wait. Oh, you find a friend. And here comes another one. Then comes other people willing to accompany you, this was the first time you experience friendship. You begin to smile again, you know that you're not alone.

Somehow you noticed that there is this certain someone among your friends whose existence feel just different to you. The one whose existence welcomes you to a decent new world you'd never dreamt of. The existence, that has much more meaning to you than other people around. It has something to do with your heartbeats, which, getting faster each time you sensed that person. Somewhere in your heart you wish that one person's shadow to follow you. To much extent, that person is the one you'd very like to be with. The wheel of fortune turns around and somehow, you and that person are being together. Lessons you learn this time? They are the sense of belonging, and the art of missing.

Updating

I should have been studying or doing my homeworks or something else than typing this, but anyhow, I need to let my fingers do something....at least on the keyboard.

So. Updates? Nothing interesting lately, just other sequences of motonous things. And oh finally I pay more attention to my very own body, after a long time of abandoning. Not really abandoning, though, but that was my mom opinion of the way I'm taking care of myself. So finally, I went to a beauty house or sort of and had the hair treatment which sucks up the money I'd prefer spend on loads of novels. And the doctor adviced me to cut my hair. To a short one. HA! I'm so not doing it. Not in a looooooong time. But my mother insisted in me cutting the hair, so I just kept trying sweeping her off the topic everytime she's going to say something about that. And about the stomachache I always suffer, I kinda get the point of asking the doctor. I mean, the real doctor. Not the doctor in the acupuncture clinic. But well, I still haven't done that. I haven't seen a doctor for a long time, and I wish I don't have too. The doctor should be a woman, anyway.

Got to get going now, or my mom gonna cut the internet off. Off to study (hope so), buh-bye!

Changing

Don't know what to post here. I have some other stories haven't been told, but well, I don't really want to. hehe. So I ended up make changes here and there to this blog. I changed the banner and also the layout.

Feel free to look around, be seeing ya!

7 Reasons Why I Hate Going Out With Mom

1. She forces me to go out despite whatever condition I'm being in.

2. She enters every shops. I mean, each. Even the electrical devices booth while we are actually looking for some clothes.

3. She says, "Let's take a look at other places, this one ain't so good." The next second, she gets back to that very shop.

4. I have an obviously different taste with her, so it does take my patience in buying something when she's around. I mean, how could I take, say, a piece of clothes I really like when my Mom said that it's awfully bad?

5. She keeps doing the job during the day out. We can do multitasks, yes, but not when you're going out with family. You could simply stayed at home. Or office.

6. And the time problem again. It takes here more than half an hour to decide buying an item.

7. She always critisizes the way I'm wearing my outfits. Just please. I'm wearing clothes not for your enjoyment.

...but anyway, I do love going out with my Mom. For some other reasons.

The Swinging Balloons

Made some changes to the banner and the blog's title. I welcome you to The Swinging Balloons: take your balloon and play the swing, because it's life, it's happiness.

Wordy

It really is no matter for me
to keep repeating words you'd like to hear
If you feel comfortable with words
then I'll be able to say billion words
I do hate doing something useless
but if you like it, it doesn't sound that pointless



RLA,
one time back then in 10th grade

Missing Link

Two days before the holy fasting month! I finally finish paying the fasting debts after all. So I just wanna say, happy fasting!

The links of my fellow bloggers are missiiiing -___- Sorry for that folks, I'm going to re-link them all again, but I need time haha

Random

Sorry for not posting for a long time. This writer's block thingy keeps me from posting, I kept typing several sentences and kept clicking the "new post" button but I never get satisfied enough to click the "publish post".

Catching up with myself, I'm strengthening myself up. Literally. I'm gonna fight against the very bad stomachache (okay, endometriosis) I always feel during my period. I used to not doing anything (even eating), but from now on I'm trying not to think about it too much. I mean, I'm a third grader and soon I'll be having tests. What if I got sick during the national exam? Yeah, I got to force my body to endure the pain.

It's been a month in the third grade and I feel...... really exhausted. I'm not ready for the so-called studying hard. It's so not me. And I'm still confused about the major I want to take.... Mom and everyone in my family want me to be a doctor, and I do feel like it, but I don't know why, I just can't get my heart to it. Which prevents me from being highly-motivated whatsoever. I'm only motivated to continue my study anywhere far away from that creature my Mom gave birth before me. haha

Uh my fingers are itching to type this part. Guess what? Today is August 17th! It's the independence day of my beloved nation and also the day my boyfriend turns 17. ehem. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, have a nice day!