Chasing Intan

Hello Monday, off a good start, friend of mine sent me this email & I thought it'd be nice if I share with you all =D Especially dedicated to my friend Siz.. Never ever give up & keep on trying ☺ It is MADNESS... To hate all roses because you got scratched with one thorn... To give up on your dreams because one didn't come true... To lose faith in prayers because one was not answered... To give up on your efforts because one of them failed... To condemn all your friends because one betrayed you... Not to believe in LOVE because someone was unfaithful or didn't love you back... To throw away all your chances to be happy, because you didn't succeed on the first attempt... I hope as you go on your way, you don't give in to madness... Remembering always... Anoher CHANCE may came up, Another FRIEND, A new LOVE, A renewed STRENGTH... Be persistent, look for hapiness in every way... The sure path to failure is...

After so many sleep deprivation, frowns, pimples, and a very terrible mood, finally..... it comes to an end. Rewind to several days ago, suddenly there's a thought that really hit me. what was I fighting for? Was it all worth it? On a much brighter note, I'm thinking about my dream. I have a dream, everyone has a dream. And yes, it's a HUGE one, Mister. But what if I never achieve it? Would this be the end of an era? No. Would I die? I don't think so. I believe that every single person has an equal right to chase after their dream. But do they have an equal opportunity? That's probably the root from what people assume about LUCK. Believe it or not, luck does exist. But you can't count to it forever because most of the time you must depend on anyone else but yourself. Back to the question before.. What if I never achieve what I dreamed of? We should have a heart as big as the universe to accept the fact that not every dream will come true. Of course I keep on ...

My thoughts are not your thoughts Neither are your ways my ways For as the heavens are higher than the earth So are my ways higher than your ways And my thoughts higher than your thoughts Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!

I know you probably bored about my blahblahblah-ing about marriage. But I think I've learned my lesson today from Mamma Mia! movie. Have seen it several times & always cry at the scene where Donna (Meryl Streep) sing a song for her beloved daughter Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) whom getting married. She sang a beautiful song by ABBA, Slipping Through My Fingers . You wouldn't call me cheesy after you watch the scene by yourself. Sophie & her Mom at the wedding All of sudden, I remembering my mother. I have this kind of -love you but hate you- relationship with her. We fight all the time, yet we can't live without each other. And the picture of me getting marry, flashing like a movie in my head. How I have to leave home.. Leaving my comfort zone all behind and start a brand new life with my husband. I'm a family girl, I'm the -you can count on- girl in my family. It's so sad just to think about this. How my life would be? How their life would be without me? Wo...

I never be the girl of his dream, and he never be the guy that I've dreamed of. But that's exactly what we need. Imperfection. So we can filling each other's missing pieces. This relationship is like puzzle, but when will it complete? Dare I say, the puzzle will remain incomplete cos there were & will always bumps along the road. That's the thing about relationship, challenge . I can't imagine being in a monotonous relationship, where the sky always blue and the grass always green. There's always a lesson learned from every fight, every arguments that makes us to know each other more. In love relationships there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact it's a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some pain implies growth. But how do I know when the growing pains stop and the pain pains begin? You know what they say, perfect life is when you can love someone imperfect perfectly .

I'm at the point of no return Just watch me burn

I'm officially become ZITS lady. Apparently, my body and mind keep rejecting what had occured in these past year. My stress level finally taking its toll. I can't go on like this anymore. This is too frustrating. Thanks to them, now I'm having guests on my face. PIMPLES. They're daintily sit on my forehead, and right beside my nose. I hate myself everytime I look at the mirror. I don't mean to magnify it, I just... Still in shock. Lucky me, I never have any problem with zit before, except in my puberty era many years ago where I was having them all over my face. But now, at 23, I have to face the truth that the zits wanted a reunion. Why is it so hard to be a woman? One little tiny pimple can cause a very bad mood. Two lbs more when we stand at the scale make us stop eating. The point is, women always try to be attractive. Some even dare to take the highway road like going under the knife or botox injection, just to make them prettier, and parfait . But why all thi...

I have written earlier in my recent post that blessed whoever found Blackberry. But on the other hand, does it really bring any good for the users? Blackberry users known for their “autism”. No offense. Meaning, when he/she hold the BB, they’d be busy with their own world. Hit the wall when walk at the mall with BB in hand is a common thing, but hit the curb or even other car or worse, other person when driving? THAT is another thing. Maybe the police should apply a new rule beside don’t drink & drive. Yeap, don’t chat & drive. Even there's a funny sticker at the back of someone's car: SLOW DOWN, BLACKBERRY USER. Jeez. I read somewhere on the net that Blackberry addicts similar to Alcoholic. I feel it too. As a devotee Blackberry user since years ago, I realized my life has change. Not literally change, but change. I couldn’t believe how a gadget can change someone’s life. I remember when the very first time I used it (I was still in college), I carried it everywh...

I'm aging. Don't we all? Every year we celebrate a special day, known as a "birthday". While everyone cheering HAPPY birthday for you, but deep down inside, I feel sad. Sort of. Birthday means my time in this word has decreased once again. If back in 1987 God wrote in my lifecard I'll die on 60, that means I have lost another 1 year and still have 37 years left to live. Ouch. Scary. I whined last Friday on exactly 12AM, that I was extremely grateful for what I am now. God has been so nice to me. Well, one year older MUST means one year better, and hopefully, one year wiser & closer to God. It's unfair how people judge others by their age. 40 y.o doesn't mean mature & 15 y.o doesn't mean childish. And 23 doesn't mean you have to get married! For God's sake, since when the "I hope you're getting married soon" being so IN? People are rude. I'd rather have this wish: "May your life will always be surrounded by fabulou...