a thank you list

I feel most grateful for...

The chances to learn, to understand, and to know things, evem better than some of my peers at times

The opportunity to meet some of greatest personality ever, like Tiza or Herwi, and being able to learn something from them

To be happy in my own skin

To have a six-year-old cat (it's rare!)

To be sexy (ask Bing-chan :p). And not afraid of being sexually outspoken.

To looked great in my recent pics

To have lotsa great fun with my friends. A colorful social life has never been my best traits, but it's been great in the last couple of months.

To live a hard-knock life

To be born as their daughter. No matter how hard it is. Love you, mom and dad.

To be trilingual

To have been a debater (but some says once a debater will always be a debater)

To be technologically and fashionably advance

To be brave, outspoken, and creative

To be blessed with the ability to write

To be analitical and logical beyond my peers

To adore 90s music

To get discount and access :D

To be able to get into top schools like Labschool High and UI

To score an internship in Metro TV

To be relatively independent

To be healthy

To be pretty

To be an Indonesian (a status which can save your life at certain amount of times. Believe me)

To be present and alive

phobia

My best friend/ex-boyfriend/fuck buddy(!)/debating partner has a very serious problem with showing some skin.

No, he does not have problems with girls baring their skin, ala Haram-police. He loves it. He has problem with himself, baring his delicious golden brown skin. Even as he swims. Yes, he wears T-shirt when he swims. Estupido bambino :p

I actually began to wonder if he actually wears clothes during sex, but apparently not :D

chemist

It's always been really dry in here, amidst the rain. I like it.

I would walked in slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the store's owner, for I would not sit in somebody else's store and not buy a thing without any permission. Then I would found him/her (sometimes it was this fat mid-aged lady who looked like a guy. Sometimes it was this crinkly old man) hidden behind the counter, watching crappy Indosiar show, and pretending not to listen when I asked for permission to sit. Without buying a thing. Fine then.

Then I would think about buying something -a bottle of mouthwash will do, but then again, they don't care so why bother? I have spent on pennies on nothings. So leave it alone.

I would later consider to call Ina to make sure about her birthday party tomorrow, but let's just give her a few more minutes to reply my texts.

Oh well, maybe I should stop my writing at this point, and continue to ponder about my shapes and colors, what state my mind should be, how my mind's condition should be.

Such is for a rainy afternoon.

Wait, was that a blink?