...peppermint mocha...

My favorite Starbucks menu this week: Tall Iced Peppermint Mocha!!!
I simply love this extraordinary yet fancy combination of chocolate, coffee, and peppermint syrup all in one small package. Too bad it's seasonal. *sobs*

That irresistibly beautiful Starbucks Limited Edition 2007 Planner is on my number one Christmas wishlist this year. Hey Santa guy, you hear me??

Anyways.
Most of my friends have temporarily moved out to Cilacap, doing the Live In thingy. And now I feel so incredibly stupid for letting the chance to join them slip away in a flash.
I wanna be there. I wanna be with them. Oh, well.

Hidup ini, as Andrew puts in.

Christmas is coming in five days. And jTown's ignorant as ever.
Nothing more to raise the Christmas spirit than occasional rains and zero decorations.

Even the huge successful malls which I had expected earlier to have some decent integrity in putting up some shiny pleasant Christmas colors seem to be losing their touch.

....I want to emigrate, just for the season. *sobs*
Poor me.

Have a blessed holiday season, guys.

...chain-blogging 5.. or is it 6??

1.ur cellphone? :
~ motorola razr v3x.. getting bored..

2.mp3 player? :
~ my hape merangkap =)

3. shoes? :
~ converse! calvin klein! adidas!

4. bags? :
~ umm.. burberry? *digampar* eastpak's fine thanks..

5. perfume? :
~ currently addicted to the body shop's oceanus

6. shampoo? :
~ herbal essences

7.soap? :
~ tangerine rocks!

8.sandals? :
~ giordano's wws

9. wallet? :
~ distro! hahaha..

10.tooth paste? :
~ close up mint

11.tooth brush? :
~ pepsodent, i think..

12.hair conditioner? :
~ don't need one..

13.tissue? :
~ heh?

14. watches? :
~ SWATCH forever!

15.jacket? :
~ adidas ltd., distro cuties.. *mupenglity*

19.jeans? :
~ i love levi's worn-outs

20.laptop? :
~ craving for an iBook *sobs*

21.t-shirts? :
~ halah..

22.instant noodles? :
~ indomie kari ayam spesial

23.milk? :
~ prefer fresh milk

24.calculator? :
~ hahaha.. casio lahr..

25.crush/love?
~ i know this was gonna happen >_< si *piip*!!! hahahaha..

Have a fabulous, flirtatious, fighting-over-remeds week, guys!!
Luvya..

...my immortal...

One thing I learned after finishing a week of exams is that life is unpredictable.
One disaster comes after another. Yeah. And it never stops.

Just when I thought everything couldn't get any worse, it strikes again. AGAIN. And I was left defenseless. Weak. Forgotten, with no one to help me.

Let's just hope next week will be better.

Christmas is in the air, yay! Finally.
At least I'll have something special to look forward to with my beloved Smukiez Choir.

Carollings, carollings, carollings!
And oh yeah, I still got frikkin' Maths to deal with.

Oh, well.

...about exams...

Gila.
This week turns out to be even more awfully BAD.

Exams start in four days.
Gawd. Belum siap mental nih.

Ciayo guys!
Selamat belajar ya.

Doakan JJ supaya nggak cepat jadi gila.
Luvya all.

...about walkaway...

What do you do, when you know something's bad for you?
And you still can't let go?

I was naive
Your love was like candy
Artificially sweet
I was deceived by the wrapping

Got caught in your web
And I learned how to plead
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely

And it hurts my soul
Cos I can't let go
All these walls are caving in
I can't stop my suffering
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cos I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from

I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away

I should have known
I was used for amusement
Couldn't see through the smog
It was all an illusion

Now I've been licking my wounds (licking my wounds)
Woke up in love and seems so great (deeper, deeper)
We both can't subdue
Darling you hold me prisoner (prisoner)

I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your lure
and I'm feeling for a cure
Every step I take
Leads to one mistake
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...

I can make it
It's some state I'm in
Getting nothing everytime
What did I do to deserve
The pain of this moment
And everywhere I turn
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from

I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away

Everytime I try to grasp for air
I get smothered and this sky, it's never over, over
Seems I never wake from this nightmare
I let out a solid breath, let it be over, over

Inside I'm screaming
Breaking, pleading the world
Ahh...

My heart has been bruised
So sad but it's true
Each peep reminds me of you

It hurts my soul
Cos I can't let go
All these walls are caving in
I can't stop my suffering
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cos I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...

I'm about to break
I guess I missed it
I'm addicted to your lure
And I'm feeling for a cure
Every step I take
Leads to one mistake
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...

I can make it
It's some state I'm in
Getting nothing everytime
What did I do to deserve
The pain of this moment
And everywhere I turn
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from...

--Walkaway, Christina Aguilera



This is my best song-of-the-week theme. Ever.
Christina Aguilera is so damn inspiring.

Have a pleasant week, everyone.
Exams are round the corner, eh? *sobs*

Luvya.

...damn!!

I so hate hypocrites.

What is the use of all those degrees and education levels and countless respect and obedience and self-recognition and so-called wisdom if you don't even know how to act and talk properly?

Like, don't you have even a tiny bit of time left between your disgustingly endless self-appraising moments just to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you're such a jerky bastard?


Gawd.
I can't believe what I just heard.

I don't really know how to react to this thing. It's creeping me out enough without you trying to be that melodramatic old crap acting as if your every move is presentable. No one needs to hear you; it's time for you to think, and actually start doing so, before you begin judging people by your own mediocre standard.

Really. I'm totally lost in my respects. For you.
You know who you are, arsehole.

And sorry for the harsh words I put in. I really need this, guys. No offense, forgive me.
Have a nice week.