The one who says ' Age doesn't matter '

is probably the same idiot who says money can't buy happiness.

Turning 20 kind of feels like stepping into the phase of menopause. Well, it does not necessarily have to be depicted that way, but still I feel .... nastily old.

Embarking the brand new stage of life, a 20-year-old woman has to:
✰ apply anti-aging cream to anticipate wrinkles here and there.
✰ behave, behave and put on a 'grown-up' mask as her middle name is mature ever since. ugh, pfft!
✰ throw away the nail-biting habit.
✰ have tons of designer bags and shoes squeezed into the white closet.
✰ figure out the proper way of applying make up.
✰ start flipping through the wedding magazines without playing hide-and-seek :p
✰ ask mama shi-fu to enlighten her with mama's cooking skills.

Recalling all the happenings throughout these 20 years, man, the last four years were a heck of roller coaster ride and the rest was pretty stagnant considering being infant and preadolescent phase were merely carefree. No dramas, no conflicts, no heartbreaks, no backstab. Life was just about Hello Kitty, Barbie, candy, chocolate and me. How I wish I were still daddy's little girl. I miss piggybacking on him, I miss sleeping in between dad and mom, I miss running into mom's arm and sit on her lap. I miss the ... innocence. Happy go lucky ☺

Nonetheless, dramas and eye-opening experiences sprinkle a handful of sparks and color in life. As the old saying goes ' When life knocks you down, it's your choice whether to stand back up or not '. In past, there lies treasured memories beneath the bitter and traumatic breakdown. The whining laughter along the corridor, the hidden snacks on the drawers, the all day texting in the classroom, the long-awaited break. Good old times, indeed☺

Dear those who make it to the present and hopefully the future,

Thank you for staying with me all these years, for the good and bad times. Thank you for not turning your back on me when life turns me off. Thank you for the laughter and the sweet little memories. Thank you for the shoulder to cry on. Thank you for always being you.

Cheers to the many more years of friendship and relationship ♡

Love

♡♡♡ x

Even Mr Google is celebrating!

The royal wedding itself is pretty much a realization that every single lady deserves a chance to live in a real life fairy-tale. The term 'happily-ever-after' does not just exist in the storybooks.

Overstatement Award: "In a sense, every wedding is a royal wedding," the Bishop of London said in his address, no doubt causing many brides to wonder why their nuptials hadn't received any tabloid coverage (or an RSVP from the Beckhams). Otherwise, it was quite a good talk. - Courtesy of E! Online

Look at Kate Middleton! She is officially the Duchess of Cambridge. Isn't she a living proof? Unlike Cinderella, Kate does not have to leave the ball when the clock strikes at 12. Unlike Belle, she does not have to kiss a beast and turn him into a prince. A common-er can be a member of a royal family. You too as well! Using this royal name generator on E! Online :p Blame the royal wedding fever!

Duckworth? Adrianyskitt? Seriously? That's more of an ugly duck name, oh man!

Ain't the wedding breathtaking? The exquisite gown by Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen, the Westminster Abbey, the aisle, the wedding vows, the crowd, the rolls royce, the carriage, the Buckingham Palace and the balcony kiss! The ceremony seems to fall perfectly into places. The crowds cooperate well with the military security. The warmth of love and the overwhelming joy truly fill the atmosphere. What a historical and memorable celebration after what feels like forever! It has been three decades that such a momentous and internationally-celebrated event takes place. Forget about Charles and Camilla, that particular one does not count, duh!

Well well well, at the end of the day, it does not take a pure-blood prince to let a girl indulge in the real life fairy-tale. The title does not matter but the heart indeed is a matter of life and death. Good things come to those who wait ! x.

What does a prom feel like?

Isn't it ironic, you know, to have no idea about what a prom feels like? Isn't it ironic to graduate that way?

I wish I could turn back the time and catch the one who emailed the principal red-handed. I wish I could thank that bastard in person. I wish I could give him a high-five right on the face. I wish I could scream at the top of my lung. I wish somebody would be a hero and stand up, speak up for the unfairness. I wish the principal took other students' feelings into consideration.

I wish ..

What is high school without prom? It's nightmare I can tell.

I have been to two so-so senior proms but, still, I covet a prom of my own. It would be nice to go gaga over what dress to wear. Picky and fussy a girl will be when it comes to a prom attire. Not to forget, the hair style that can drive her nuts! It would be nice to sit down in a beautifully-dressed gowns, with a bunch of people you have known and met on a daily basis, from 7.30am - 3 pm. That was a heck intense routine. It would be nice to feel the ambiance of the hall at the end of the high school year. The performance from each class, the food (not necessarily), the never-ending chatter. It would be nice as well to capture the moments with the lens and eyes and engrave the memories deep down in the heart.

It would, wouldn't it?

xx

Back off

To kill your curiosity, the blog is on a brief hiatus merely because of my heavy schedule and hectic weeks. Oh wait, I've left something behind! Those mean and stomach-churning questions thrown on me on formspring may as well be one of the reasons. I will not go through the details about the questions, but they are related with the posts on blogger. No wonder, the idea of deleting both accounts of formspring and blogger unbelievably crosses my mind once and for all. Then, I come to a realization that such scaredy-cats should not be that significant in affecting my thoughts, my mood, my whatever. Just so you know, you have no right at all to affect me in a negative way, let alone to let me down in such a disgraceful way. That's the deal! My way, My rules. Period.

 Get back to you soon,

xx

Imminent separation

By 1st of March, I'll bid my hometown adieu. It is hard. It is sad. It is horrible. It is ... terrifying. Groping for the right words to depict the overwhelming feeling, the separation is indeed a painful realization. Distance will stand in our way in no time although conversation is never a struggle. 8 hours away by plane, 4 hour difference.

True it is that love is intensified by absence. However, in this case, the purity of love is not being questioned. It's just ... when someone is away from the beloved ones, a couple of negative thoughts will kick in without any permission. It's mentally torturing if you know what I mean. On top of that, the 'what if' sort of question comes to the surface automatically. What if something bad happens just in a snap? What if I experience a loss during those four months? What if something slips away? With no intention to send any negative vibe to the world, I'm just spilling out my feeling in the form of words. I have been trying to banish such a nerve-wrecking thought yet the effort seems to be going down the drain or out of window. All of these are such a cold splash of reality slapping me real hard on the face!

In the warm embrace of the night, the reminiscence summons a tidal wave of memories. Like it or not, it brings comfort in the first place and it leaves me with an ache in the end. What a contradictory and twisted feeling!

Je t'aime

Dear the holder of the key,

First of all, happy one and a half year annivesary, baby <3 Throughout these 18 months, we have gone through good and bad times, the ups and downs, all hand in hand. The reminiscence of the moments is now playing like a series of movie. Stumbling upon obstacles here and there, getting both of us into the silent-awkward moment. All these are inevitable, but never in my life had those things taken their toll on me. Love ain't easy and it has never gone without a hitch, ever. Well, I suppose just let the nature take its course xx

The future is perceived as a long stretch of road. What may lie ahead is still unforeseen. What had left behind remained merely as memories. However, as long as I keep looking, I will eventually triumph in the end. And now, here I am, I've called off the search at last. I've found you. The most faithful heart I've ever witnessed. Your existence has stayed deeply in there without my permission. I sink even deeper. No one offers me abundance but you. You simply bring out the beauty in things. Nevertheless, please stay the same, once and for all :')

Mr Bean gives me whining-laughter, but you, MY Mr. Right, you give me unbreakable unmistakable love. Once again, happy 18 months baby! Looking forward to the upcoming celebration :) See you in around... err 9 days? Please sit your final exams wholeheartedly and just get it done and over with. I shall see you around in no time. Love you and miss you xx <3


Sincerely yours,

The owner of the lock.

As the stories unfold

Taking a trip down the memory lane and letting my mind wonder, it leaves me tremendous emotional depth. I'm not bluffing here. This relatively prestigious school in Medan has grown up in me. So, I can say I am emotionally attached to this school in a couple of ways.

The succession of torture, the genuineness of laughter , the eye-opening experience, the scandalous scenes, the 'butterflies-in-my-stomach' moment, the hide-and-seek I had with Bertha, I recall them on the spot as I wander around the school without a definite route. Unsurprisingly, I feel comfortably at ease. Every little thing , Every single thing has taken up residence in my head, let alone in the heart. Leaving the most torturing school ever might be an euphoria for some of us, but hang in there, whilst looking back through yesterday, you're about to miss them, long for them. I've been there and I feel you :) It's bitter-sweet, isn't it? xx

By any chance, do these pictures of foods ring a bell? If you can vaguely remember, It's Ajo's satay and Block A's fried noodle. My top two cravings have been fulfilled. Yummers! Recalling what happened back then, these two food stalls were always crowded. People have to rush to Block A to get the fried noodle or outside the school gate to get the satay as early as possible. Even if you're merely one minute late, off you go to the back lining up behind quite a lot of students. That's why some inconsiderate people will even elbow others out of the way. That's very rude and inappropriate! Pfft.

Oh well, at the end of the day, there's nothing much I can do about it. I'm very tempted to relive the high school memories, but talking about ' nothing is impossible' , this is the fact that some things are meant to be impossible! As the old saying goes ' Happy people do not trawl through the past looking for an answer ' , I'm pretty much unimpressed with my wisdom or I should say my lack-of-wisdom. I've left the past far behind me and what I should care for is the present which will reflect my future!

All in all, happy to be back again :) xx

Shake the thought away

I loathe dislike university life. Are we on the same boat? Let's say the individuality we should embrace, the cultural diversity it brings, let alone the self-dependence we should imply on ourselves. Well, to be frank, self-dependence is , more or less , essential when one is furthering his/her studies abroad , I think. Out there, we've got nobody but ourselves to rely heavily on.

Just bear with my rant! Speaking of university, it's nearly the end of January. Pfft, summer break is about to end in no time. Ironic much? It does not take a genius to figure out that time is a ticking bomb. Just the thought of it gives me the jitters. If only the world had a reset button, everything would be much much easier, wouldn't it? SIGH, it seems far-fetched to relive the junior and senior high school memories with the present beloved ones for once again. There's no such thing called ' You go your way, I go my way ' or ' Sorry, I can't meet you for lunch. Our schedules clash ' or ' See you when I see you. I'm in a hurry to attend another class '  during junior and senior high school. Back then, life was still tolerably easy. To bump into friends of mine, I did not need to tramp up and down. They were just next door, less than 10 metres away. Now that the distance stands in our way, estrangement inevitably grows over time. I wish we were all given a chance to start over. Let's get back to the circle of intimacy. Can we?

Yea, keep on dreaming! Facing the truth, it never fails to turn me off. It's indeed suffocating just so you know.

Perhaps, reunion was first found and set up to cure the sickness to the heart. Sun Plaza it is, one and only usual rendezvous for the Medanese. Meeting and catching up with my junior high school's bestfriends are such a mood booster! I haven't seen them for as long as I can remember. In the first place, the idea of being awkward to one another scares the heck out of me. Of course I don't want to make a big fuss out of it, but still , it boggles my mind. However, the catching up session turns out hideous, hilarious whatsoever. The bond we had long ago was there and is still there xx

Here's to many more years to come xx

Comeback!

I'm back on blogger! It seriously feels like forever when I come to think about the very last time I whole-heartedly spill out my thoughts into words. My boyfriend came down here to squander his study break in Medan, so I was pretty much occupied from day till night. Now that he has gone back to Shitney, I return to my lifeless daily routine. Oh well! Let's blend into the surroundings, face it!

Recalling the memories, the presence of him reminded me of Santa Claus. A pair of Varina ( Salvatore Ferragamo's Latest Classic ) , three adorable minions , Alexander Mcqueen's scarf and international magazines was brought to my front door right on Christmas's Eve and I myself was left s p e e c h l e s s. Such a thoughtful boyfriend I have here for getting me stuffs that definitely cost a fortune. In case you're reading this, thank you so much, my baby! :) xx It was you and it is still you who can reveal the meaning of unconditional love. Thanks for showering me with loves xx

Well, let's move on to the next topic I want to bring up. It's one of my highlights in 2010. I've finally met a father of his. It's not sort of the meeting you have in mind. Tanjung Morawa, it is. Though we can never meet in person, his character was obviously embedded and reflected in my boy's. If only there was a chance, even merely once, it would be an honor for me and the pleasure would be all mine.

Furtively, by reading this post, I shall give everyone a clench of alarm to not take anybody, I repeat, anybody for granted. Hopefully, it's one of your resolutions in 2011 because obviously, taking no one for granted is on mine.  Anyway, Happy New Year everyone! I hadn't had a chance to greet you through a proper post on blogger. Make sure all of us stick to our resolutions :) xx Hope you have a good start in January and the rest of the months :) Unlike me, in the beginning of January, I paid my bad karma by accidentally falling off the stairs. Not funny I could say! Lesson learnt on the positive side :) Take care everyone xx

Foods

Paying my second visit to Prime J.W. Marriott, to be frank, the foods kind of disappoint me. The one and only reason I pick Prime for celebrating the 24th is solely because of the lobster I tasted long time ago. Seriously, that lobster was heavenly scrumptious. The sauce was,more or less, like the mentaiyaki sauce served at Sushi Tei. H o w e v e r, the lobster is no longer on the menu list anymore. Just out of my curiosity, I straightforwardly asked the waiter there. And the answer turns out to be ' Sorry, we did not have it anymore. The customers rarely placed an order for it so we wiped it out from the menu. ' Dayum! I've coveted the scrumptious lobster for ages , and it felt like forever. As a replacement, the garlic whatever scampi was recommended by her. Well, the scampi was pretty dull in terms of taste and obviously poor in terms of performance. Where's the mixed vegetables and chips that always come with the main course? What on earth was going on at Prime? I used to love having a meal at Prime like a lot! But now, I would have a second thought to go back there.