this is how bad compulsive shopping can be

from needing to buy this :

to buying these :


Rp 5.500,- = Rp 91.000,-
crrrapp.

the adventures of madre & padre part 2

why my dad is kinda cool (according to me, his friends, and himself) :

1. he still has his long rocker hair and occasionally wears his bandanna

2. upon first impression (picked me up at anggraini with his hiline, bandanna, and sunglasses with the windows down) haga gave him his nickname "Papa Acung" in high school

3. for some unknown reason, kids LOVE him to pieces.

4. sucked my ingus from my nose with his mouth when i was a toddler and nearly suffocated

5. went down on hand and knees to hunt for my barbies super thin yellow spoon, fork, and knife di karpet tebal berurai-urai.

6. disciplined to the max

7. he turned down a job offer in kuwait (fully accommodated, with breaks every 2 months (for 2 weeks each), and we can visit him every month (again, fully accommodated)) because his unfinished contract in jepara (fully committed). then he recommended his other friend to kuwait and his friend got accepted.

8. super social to everybody and anybody on every level. no basabasi.

9. after dropping out of college, he left home to new york, queens with his own money from selling vegetables (and a bit of help) and survived and met the most amazing friends he could have, including his italian friend who always invites him for dinner every weekend with loads of helpings

10. he has worked at unknown places (by most people) like Paiton, Pagardewa, Lasem, etc.hahaha

11. di pagardewa pernah menikmati celeng panggang sebaskom gede sekaligus ayam seelastis sendal jepit.

12. he drives to muara karang at 6.30 and goes home above 8 (from there) without a driver

13. dengan amat yakin pernah bilang 'iya, tadi ayah make shampo LUX tadi wanginya enak banget'.

aku sayang ayah :)

*will add me mum version of coolness later on :E

idiotic happy stimulators (themed)

hooo yeah, another batch of stupid. bahahaha

idiotic happy stimulators part 2

stumbled on some happy pills. for a while actually, but since my internet went loco i couldn't upload anything. ah well, these are permanent happy pills so no harm done :p.

not even a distraction? seriously?

as i do know, and have been raving on practically my whole thinking life, yes, i do know we all have our share of crap, and we just need to be mature about it and deal with it, using any form of distractions, etc to get by.

maybe as a form of 'break' or 'refreshment' from the bad things, so we don't get swallowed up by it and end up all emo and depressed. so that after going thru those distractions maybe, just maybe, we can have a clear head and face those craps head on.

call me a whiner, i just simply don't care anymore, but what if you don't have any distractions?
then what?
yes, i refuse to get eaten up by them, but what am i suppose to do about it?
so no matter what anyone tells me to do to distract me from it, its no use, because i have nno distractions. is that clear enough for you??

i seriously have to stop thinking one of these days. sheesh.

am

one of the worse type of hidden stereotype.

4

already been 4 encounters with 'those' type of people, but still no progress.
struggling whether i should or shouldn't go to a 5th person.
the hell ????
am i actually enjoying this??out of all, that's one of the facts i fear the most

lost in translation fo sho

stupidly, i had 'trouble' changing my language setting, so for a brief moment, my page was in Filipino, Hebrew, and Arabian.
ahahahaha super tolol

as them damn a new found glory would say

it's all downhill from here.

yes i do have my good days and of course my bad ones, but who doesn't, eh?
but these days i can't seem to bear them, and it keeps getting worse every day.
i can't control what i think and what enters my mind regarding anything.

sadly, i'm sorry to say, there were periods between all that when i eventually thought of doing.....'that'.

thank god for my self-realization and self-blame and self-refusal for being a damn drama queen.if i didn't have that, who knows what i would've become now.

that is, if there is something to 'become'.