It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
November 22, 2009
November 20, 2009
when all i can do is just sitting and watch the simpsons, over and over again..
for heaven and earth, I really miss that skype dial tone!!!
November 19, 2009
a farewell for Mr. Thomas
This weekend, Thomas will leave Indonesia to find so-called a better life in another so-called country. What better things to do except using his so-called free coupon for a so-called fancy pizza resto. Chintzy!. Until we meet again mate. We’ll gonna miss you. Ugh, NOT! Emang enak disana gak ada cewek2 cantik x). semoga berhasil,..and please, stay away from anything that can gets you a “rajam” punishment ;)
November 18, 2009
November 13, 2009
i'm a procrastinator, not a good one, but i'm okay
Last Wednesday my boss asked me “will the light going off again today?”
And i was replied in (pretending) vain,. yes boss the lights will be off today.
But unfortunately (yes, unfortunately) the light went well all day long, and my boss said “oh Karina, you definitely can’t work on the PieLeN”
Yesterday he planned to go outside to pick up his kid with his motorcycle, and he asked again “will rains going down today?!” and I said,..”no sir, it’ll be a bright sunny in the blue sky today” .. then he go and come back, wet, saying “karina, you definitely cant apply as a weatherman”
And today, he had an appointment with a client outside the office. And he asked (yes, he asked a lot of un-important things) “karina, how’s the traffic today,. I mean on lunch time?!”.. and me staring at him saying “Sir, pardon me, but I’m definitely not going to apply as a police officer nor a DLLAJR officer”
I hope he’ll stop askin me things (well. He never)
November 9, 2009
November 8, 2009
memories
People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel; advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of check. When you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking, to the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper.
It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction—they're all just fuel!
currently listening to this while writing this post
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