Ever since my dad's car was in the shop, sometimes he liked to borrow my car because it's the closest and easiest to him as we're in the same office. So when he went to his friend's office, he took my car, and I went home with my uncle or dad's friend, and in the evening, dad would return my car. It's not like he doesn't have any other car, but in order to do that, he would have to wait for his driver to go home from bringing his children from school and went to the office blah blah blah....you get my point.

Anyhoooo....today my dad went off again to his friend's place, leaving me carless. So I went to lunch with my uncle and dad's friend at Sushi Tei. I thought, "Yay, today I could go home early coz my uncle would take me home after lunch."

Alas........it didn't happen the way I planned. The shop called and said that my dad's car was ready. So we all went to NV Mass and while my dad's friend finished the administration etc, I was ogling for the new C-class. Yeah yeah, so sue me for being attracted to that.

Suddenly my uncle and dad's friend came to me and said, "You're gonna take your dad's car back to the office." in a tone as if he's saying, "Chocolate for dinner?" and no words of REJECTION from my mouth was ever heard.

So there I was, sitting inside Mercedez S-Class thinking to myself what have I gotten myself into, while the 2 men just laughed and said, "We'll be right behind youuu!! Protecting you!!" After saying prayers and some curse words, there I went driving that too-long car, while Dita played with the buttons inside (actually, she wanted to turn on the radio but could find the right button....yep, we're THAT gatek). I was freaking out, scared that I would hit something or somebody, and when I looked at the mirror, I saw my uncle wasn't right behind me!!!! I cursed again, "Damn it, you said that you're gonna be right behind me!!" Of course, unbeknown to me, the two gentlemen were left waaaaayyyyyyyy behind (I like to speed sometimes....emphasize on SOMETIMES) and asking each other, "Err...where's CN??"

Geez, that car was too hard for me to drive! Maybe I didn't get used to it. Even the securities helped me to park so I wouldn't hit anything in the basement of my office's building.

Finally I could breathe easy. I stepped into the elevator, going to my office, and then my phone rang and it was my dad saying, "Hey, take my car back to your apartment, I'll go there later to pickit up."

Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And 30 minutes later, there I was again on the road driving that expensive car and my uncle gave me that you-scratch-it-and-you're-doomed look. Thanks for the support!!!! I wanted to cry on my way home....ALL THE WAY! While, of course my roommies enjoyed sitting inside an S-Class. Juni sat behind me and rolled to the left and right and back to left, claimed that, "Wow...this car IS really huge and wide!! I can stretch my legs!" leaving me holding my breath and sweating while I drove.

In conclusion...S-Class: NO NO NO HELL NO!!!!!

But I wouldn't mind if somebody bought me that new C-Class hehehehehehehe

Everytime I check my Friendster, somebody has always gotten married, or given birth. I didn't give a damn at first, I'm happy for them. But as time goes by and aunties begin to start, "When is your turn?" thing, it begins to annoy me.

I'm the kind of person who will get married at my own will, not because I have to as I'm 25 already. Not a lot of people understand that and I don't force them to, but with invitation to weddings coming and my friends keep on giving birth....they depress me!!! Peopleeeeeeeee!!! Stop getting married and reproducing!!!!

I'm starting to have a quarter to life crisis here.

Love isn't easy. It isn't always bed of roses. It isn't always laugh, it isn't always smile....Because love...is like life.

But love is not supposed to be this hard, either. It is not supposed to be full of tears and heartache. Worth to be loved is not even a question at all. Everybody IS worth it.

But right now, I just want to lie down, close my eyes, and forget the rest of the world.

Just for now...

...just for now.....

Today, my roommie felt the way I did when the brat kept on disturbing our unit. See, my roommie never spent the whole day at home during this holiday because she went to TA apartment every day as her boyfriend lived there. And today, too, the brat felt like knocking on my door wasn't enough. He evolved to RINGING ON THE BELL!!!

I've been thinking of borrowing my friend's dog, which was a watch dog and he could seriously injure somebody. But I fear that the dog would be contaminated after biting the little monster OR put to sleep because he bit a kid. My second plan was to kidnap the kid and let Mica had her way to him which could cause a pretty serious trauma to him. My friend suggested to wire an electricity shock to the bell so he would be electrocuted, yet I was scared that what if one day I FORGOT and rang my bell and I died instantly?? NOT FUNNY!

So anyway.......back to the story...

The first time was 10 a.m, when the bell rang I peeked thru the hole of my door thinking that it was my friend, but what I saw was him running to his unit and hiding (I did mention that he was fat, didn't I?) but his effort was in vain because, he-lloooooo I could see half of his body behind his opened door. So I ignored him.

Next, it was 12 something, and my roommie was up and playing on her computer which was in the living room. She needed not go to TA until evening. I tiptoed to the door to spy on the kid. AND THERE HE WAS crawling near my door. What did I do? I opened the door, scared the living life out of him and he stumbled running back to his unit. I smiled, feeling VERY SATISFIED, and my roommie went, "What the hell was that??"

At 2, I went to my dad's house to wait on Fastnet (as he was in Hong Kong), leaving my roommie alone. And from the moment I reached my dad's place to the moment I got back home at 5 something, my roommie had called the security to report on the brat, had gone to his unit to talk to his mom (who just sat on the sofa and told the maid to talk to my roommie because she just couldn't care less, I mean, what kind of mom was she???) and on the verge of going inside his unit and scream at his mom for not taking care of the kid because he kept on ringing on my bell.

Roommie, welcome to my world days ago.

Just a moment after I reached home, I kept my door open because seriously I was going to let Mica run after him. I purposedly sat near my door and played with my dog. From the corner of my eye, I saw him in hiding behind his door, which was open, too, and Mica started barking.

I shouted, "Are you gonna ring on my bell again?"
He stammered because maybe nobody had ever confronted him straight to his face, "Nooooooo........I'm sorrryyyyy!!!"
I kept going loudly, "If you were, I'm gonna let my dog run after you!"
He began to cry, "Please noooooooo...........waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Feeling so powerful, I snorted and said, "Hah, you have a fat body and what you could do was CRY? You scaredy cat!"

Moments later, I saw his door closed. And from that moment on, he never bothered me and my roommie again.

Good sides of living in an apartment are you'll never feel like you're alone in the house, and you get to see other people everyday.

What did I say? Gosh, NOT when your neighbor has children running around screaming and crying. Now, I understand that childrend are supposed to be loud, cute, and never stay still. But not my neighbor's little monster. He runs around in the hallway, screams, laughs, and KNOCKS MY DOOR! Apparently this kid....well I don't know what to call him because he looks like an overfed plump-obese-too-big-for-his-age kid, likes the sound of Mica barking whenever he knocks.

My first reaction was....I kept the door opened and when I saw the little horror crept up, I yelled, "ONE MORE KNOCK, AND I'LL WHUP YOU UP!" completed with the echo.

CN: 1, brat: 0

And when my guy came, that boy stood in front of my door and woofed, a poor imitation of barking if I might say. What did my dog do? Sprinted out after him and barked like crazy while he ran squealing like a little girl.

Mica: 1, brat: 0

Today, he knocked my door again. And again...and again...and again......

I called the front desk to report them, because I can't just march up there (uh, I forgot to tell you that my neighbor is my BOSS, a.k.a my dad's partner?) and complain to the parents for being ignorants. So my apartment's security guard was my savior.

5 minutes later, I heard the mother scolding her mischievous kid....and then silence.

CN: 2, brat: 0

In conclusion, I WIN! Not in a way that I would have been proud of for, but, whatever.

My point is, if you live in an apartment, it means you're sharing your space with other people. Tight space if I might say, so please, be considerate to your neighbor!

What the hell was I thinking when I said that I was gonna enjoy this moment and drive without cursing other people?

I was damn wrong!

A lot of people from out of cities are here, and they drive DAMN SLOW! And those bikers...what the hell?? Please don't ride the bike with your WHOLE family!!! I see a mother, a father, and 2 children in ONE bike! Are you trying to kill them? Or are you trying to commit suicide and bring them down with you????? And stop riding and pointing to the left and right as if you're the tour guide, because your damn bike sway from left to right or wherever you're pointing!

And for this Honda City car, who thought that by driving on the middle of the road, a girl wouldn't dare to cut you off. You'd be wrong. Well, I proved you wrong when I cut you off when you turned, leaving you VERY PALE, and me VERY PLEASED.

Whatever....I'm done driving for the day.

I love Jakarta nearing Lebaran...no cars crowding the streets, and for sure no stupid bikers and stupid pedastrians on the roads. No more crowded parking spaces in the malls.

My friend called me to say the road was almost empty and it's like the street was his. My dad was in Plaza Indo, and he said that nobody was there, except the workers.

Hahahaha......I love life. But good luck to you who's on your way to Bandung right now. Stuck in traffic, huh??

I'm gonna enjoy this moment right now and drive without cursing at everybody who cross my path! =p

ps: but one thing frustrates me right now, is the people who usually use chauffeurto go anywhere! now that the owners of the cars have no one to drive them around, these people try to go behind on the steering wheels on their own! and by try i mean they drive slow and seem confused on where to go. the right blinker is on, but they turn left, and vice versa. stupid people who can't drive...STAY AT YOUR FUCKING HOMES!

You said that you'd be there for me
You said you would never let go of my hand
You said that nothing would change
You said you would be there to wipe my tears
You said you cared
Now,
Where are you when I need you the most?
Where are you when I slept with red and puffy eyes?
Where are you when I feel the world weighing on my shoulder?
Where are you now?

I miss the libraries in LA. I miss reading Danielle Steel, Sidney Sheldon, etc etc.....for free hehehehe.

It's not that I can't find the books here. They are sold in Kinokuniya. But the price is ridiculous, you can feed a small country with the same amount of one book. Don't get me started on the libraries in Jakarta.

And it's not like I can't buy them in Gramedia. But sue me if my Indo isn't good. I get confused when I read translated novels. I've been living out of Indo since almost 10 years ago and I just got back last year. And I use English when I talk to my sisters and roommies.

I'm learning to get used to living in Indo and using the language again.

But I still miss english novels. I feel my English is deteriorating.

The trouble with living dieting roommies is not that they've stopped eating dinner and subtitute it with just fruits. Nope, I can actually ask my maid to cook something for me. It's not that I don't feel right to eat when they can't eat.

It's just that I don't like eating alone.

I'm sick and tired reading on Britney Spears. It's not like I WANTED to read it, but it's everywhere!!! Her performance on VMA, the losing battle of custody of her kids, her physical appearance, etc...

Yes, yes, she's miserable. But do you need to broadcast it on EVERY magazines???