Crazy about...

... Bath and Body Works products.

I'm rather new to them, actually. Just tried one moisturizing hand gel when a friend from the US gave one to me, and I loved it so much that I washed my hands thoroughly every night before going to bed :D

The first scent I bought for myself was Sweet Pea - sweet, like its name, and then Cherry Blossom - because it smelled almost like clean water at first spray but in a few minutes it changed to a nice, slight floral scent. Loved it.

Then I went gaga over Cotton Blossom, Sea Island Cotton, and Rainkissed Leaves. I was thinking of starting a collection. I'm already counting my favorites :D

Soon to fall in love with: Juniper Breeze, and perhaps Country Apple. I haven't sampled them yet.

courtesy of bathandbodyworks.com

Broken Strings

James Morrison featuring Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings

Let me hold you
For the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can’t feel anything

When I love you
It’s so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking
It’s the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay

You can’t play on broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
A lie is worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there’s nothing left to save
It’s like chasing the very last train
When it’s too late

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

But we’re running through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When we both know it’s too late

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last change to feel again

Wishing you...

a prosperous year of the ox!!!

Weekend Me Time

Friday i'm still blue...

6 p.m. Went to visit my BFF Vie's house. Saw her two little kids Angel and Bryan. The boy was very much attached to me, even though I didn't visit often. He called me Tante Luna, even though I did not resemble the Luna Maya he saw on TV at all (har har har, you wish!).

9 p.m. Still there. Watched Barney and sang along to the songs with the little boy, watched him run around the house, sneaking grapefruits and chocolate cookies to everyone's hand. Felt a pang knowing how blessed this little family really was, and how happy they would be. I was happy for them.

11 p.m. Fell asleep feeling blue.

Saturday knowing I would be exhausted.

7 p.m. Woke up before the alarm hit, which was pretty rare. Forced my limbs to work and hoist me off the bed, forced my eyes open and my system to work again.

8 p.m. Had breakfast and was ready at the tennis court waiting for my friends.

9 p.m. Still clumsily swaying the racket during my first ever tennis lesson. Felt arm slightly sore. Knew I would suck at this game, much as I did at everything else.

10 p.m. Took a quick shower, drove with my parents to the mall. I needed cheering up, and cutting my hair for a second time that week. Dang.

11 p.m. Still no sign the queue would diminish soon. Walked around and browsed at the department stores. Fell in love with a few stuffs, walked four times to the dressing room to try them on, only walking out with one item to purchase.

1 p.m. Had my hair cut by my favorite stylist. Told her to chop the whole thing off coz I was sick of it. Then backed off when I saw the culprit of cut strands on the floor, and begged for the hair to be cut less severely. Stylist smiled and told me why did you change your mind. Had the best cut in a year. Hadn't felt this light and fresh before, with glossy tinted ash dye. Feeling less blue now.

2 p.m. Did my own manicure with ELF light pink polish. Did it twice, screwed two nails twice. Cleaned room, wrote on journal, read the latest edition of EVE magazine, fell asleep until boyfriend called to drop some things off.

7 p.m. Had dinner, browsed online. Watched Paprika.

I haven't had a me-time in a while. It's quite relaxing.

9 p.m. I knew I had a good time. But.. somehow I still wish you were here doing our rituals with me ;)

Tell me how to be perfect..

... because I can't.

Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama menjadi bukit

Walaupun sedikit...
saya sudah mulai menulis lagi :)

Mainan baru...

Baru dateng nih kamera dari Astrid, Lomo pertamaku Disderi 2 lens (bisa disebut Lomo nggak sih jenis ini?). Mine is white, plastic, super cute!

Masih belum pinter makenya, bahkan belum beli roll filmnya dan mulai memotret.. but it's supposedly super fun! Mau beli yang tipe frogeye, diana, fisheye dan lain-lain tapi muahalll. Dan karena saya tipe pembosan yang suka beli lalu lupa tuh barang eksis, lalu akhirnya dijual kembali, saya belum rela merogoh dompet lagi demi kamera imut nan lucu tersebut. Jadi, mainan eksperimental pertamanya jatuh pada Disderi 2 lensa yang, jika saya benar memakaianya dan gak gerak-gerak saat menekan shutter, akan menghasilkan dua foto sequence dalam satu frame.

Mungkin ada yang mau ngasih kamera Aryca? Hahaha :P

(poll) new hair?

Current state of hair: disarray - between light brown and black, long and reaching my back, messy, between curls and straight locks. I don't really know for sure.

Desperately need to make an appointment with my hairdresser!

Polling!

Should I go with:

long silky super straight hair?

Pros: I will experience long hair after growing it out for more than a year. Straight hair looks good on me.
Cons: Too long. My mom keeps complaining about it.

cropped hair with long layers on the front and short on the nape of the neck?

Pros: it will supposedly look chic. On the magazine.
Cons: I don't know if it'll suit my round face. I've also been stuck with bob style for 16 years straight, except for the one time my mom made it a foolish copy of Demi Moore''s hair.

medium length, possibly dyed brown, blue black or ash

Pros: hmmm. It looks pretty simple and classic. Easy to take care of. I look great, with cropped layers that aren't too thin.
Cons: Sometimes it's too boring for me. I've also had this same style of hair for years.

short and curly hair

Pros: I've never tried it before.
Cons: I am not a good risk taker. Plus, I'll have to spend more cash curling it.

Please please vote! :)

Thank you!

My vampire type

I find this rather creative...

Fed up princess

Your father, the vampire that turned you, is the ruler of your Coven. That makes you a princess and, he hopes, the next ruler. But of course, you are subjected to intense training every day. You already feel POWERFUL, you have already pushed your human memories AWAY, you already run FASTER, can lift MORE, can see FARTHER, and you are, of course, more BEAUTIFUL than any other before you. But of course, you must be PERFECT. And can have no ties, no lovers. You can only feed from the best, you can't even play with your food first. You feel like doing something, every fiber of your being, every ounce of your vampire mind, wants to do something about this, NEEDS to do something. Didn't they know this would happen? One day the urgeto be FREE will be too much to contain, one day you will have to obay that urge. One day, SOON, you will KILL THEM ALL. Gladly.

Talking about the color of your aura..

The colour of your aura is gold!

We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Gold vibe. You couldn't ask for a better colour - a glistening gold aura is as good as it gets. A lively blend of yellow and orange, gold people are happy, playful, energetic, sensitive, and generous. Always up for adventure, you'd give a friend in need the shirt off your back. You're spiritual, too - all those halos in old paintings aren't coloured gold by coincidence. Almost childlike in the carefree, joyful way you live your life, you're popular and outgoing with your large circle of friends. Chances are you're so full of light and energy that you sometimes find it hard to sit still and chill out. Instead, you're constantly looking for excitement, no matter how risky or impulsive the occasion. Happy-go-lucky and always laughing, you truly are as good as gold.

The thing is, I'm not so sure I'm the golden kid :D

My whole life summarized in one cabinet

I had a horrible day so I took it out on cleaning. I cleaned the apartment, I took care of my sick mother, and before dinner I sat in my room and thought that I should get things cleaned up. It's the new year, after all.

I took out some childhood stuffs from big boxes in my room and began rearranging them. I was fascinated every time I opened those trunks. It was like finding a treasure of my favorite, most loved things from forever ago. Whenever I did it, I got glimpses of the girl I used to be - this little girl with teen angst, acute mood swings, but she was actually simple. She thought life was complicated, her feelings were intricate, her thoughts sensitive. She put her thoughts into words, as I found old diaries, beginning from the little books with latches of locks, hardcover books and hardbound leather journals, school exercise books made into diaries with colorful wrappers and personal mural cut out from magazines.. and I found lots of stories. I made up stories about first loves, I did so many murals in almost every journal book, I doodled, I drew, I chatted with myself, I told my books my deepest secrets. I cried, I laughed, I felt pain, I lost friendships, I was broken hearted, I was depressed, I was lonely, I was cheerful, I was fun.

It took me a long time to ponder on those stuffs. Memories are both bitter and sweet. You don't expect them to be good all the time. As I looked on, I knew I had been both hurt and happy.

In the end, I packed them up in little boxes neatly. I collected every single article I got published. I kept letters, cards and messages of love. I buried old manuscripts, which have been printed and sent to publishers. I took up stories, and continued printing sets of published items so that I could keep them as memento. I summarized my life in one closet space, filling them with good and bad things, because pierced together, they make me what I am today.

and I should live on. Create more memories.