I have this shirt, or rather.. had. Bought it at Rumah Mode, Bandung a few months ago. The first time I wore it, someone said I looked cute in a vintage sort of way. That night, one of my cats ripped the shi, leaving quite a large hole on the chest

Got it stitched up a few weeks later and pasted up a nice beaded lace to cover the stitches. Wore it again, got it washed, turned out the beads color was smeared into the shirt. Haven't got any idea how to fix it

Weird shirt. Fits perfectly, but doesn't seem to want to be worn...

During a Blockbuster's dry season, a dance flick is better than nothing, i guess. This one feels a lot like Save the Last Dance part 2, although now it's going the other way around. A hip hop prodigy learning to do some ballet, which is much more hillarious to see

The choregraphy and music are okay. It's just fun...

I am 22 and just graduated from my Bachelor study. Obviously that counts as a start. Start of a new life, some would call it. Well, this start, like many other, began with choices. As an analyst rather than a decision maker (yep, I put it down in some application form), choices intrigue, empower but also trouble me. Especially now, when anything I would take would define who I will become, maybe for the rest of my life. Surely eenie-meenie-miny-mo would not be suitable.

But then I realize that a person is not defined by what job she took right after graduation or which graduate school she went to. Her whole life, the events occured during the span of her life define her. Life IS a journey and I WOULD, at some point in my life, befriend that thing called 'change'.

Personally, I think I am way too nonchalant about this, but that maybe the paranoid side of me screaming to be noticed.

One of my grudges against the grown-ups is the way they answer questions. Let alone the so called white lies taking my perceived as limited knowledge as an excuse, often times the answers given do not directly address the question. Frustating.

Now, with a bit more time spent sucking up oxygen, I realize that the reason for such shortcoming does not necessarily lies on the misunderstanding for the questions. It works both ways, in a sense that the one answering may not understand the questions, or the one asking may not understand the answer. As per usual, though... understanding help to settle with the condition but it does not diminish the frustation.

Given the vast and diversed multicultural universe we have, giving answers without having the same background knowledge as the askers is not easy. The traditional curriculum also discourages open ended discussions which further complicate this dialogue. The ultimate question may be to question the right question, which reminds me of a scene in The Hitchiker's Guide to The Galaxy; the ultimate answer in life is... 42! ^^

Great racer, great person..
Hope you'd close the story with a sweet victory

Oh.. what to wear.. what to wear.. *rampaging the closet, trying clothes on and off* ah, okay.. this would do.. now, take me to go shopping for new shoes, bags and kerudung to match this.. oh, damn.. gonna need a pedicure to look good with those shoes.

mind you, I'm the one graduating and that was my Mom