scarlet clouds.
Twitter- TreasuredSorrow
-
Tweets
- So...it's been a year already. I miss the humid sticky scorching air and the tent where we shared stories and the sand drying on our feet.
- That awkward moment when you realize that you understand quidditch and pro-bending better than any real life sports.
- Walking in a cafe and seeing a girl wearing the exact same top I'm wearing right now. Urgh.
- @insert_moniker I don't know what you're talking about. I love you too 8D
- Muchlis, Bokir, dan Karamelo.
- ANJING. "@thejakartaglobe: Police Threaten to Disperse Lady Gaga’s Jakarta Concert http://t.co/stJ0VR9s"
- @ramadhani_a taiwan, tapi artis yang jadi ren itu siwon-nya suju kalo ga salah. Katanya sih yang jadi kyoko lumayan lucu.
- The game is on, @jmrevevalin. You'll have to stick with me until this summer ends, or hopefully, until the year ends. Mwa ha ha.
- @vicarioreinaldo @jmrevevalin GRAND FINAL BRO. Mohon doanya :3
- @mpandu_nky 8D
- Mama monster, I want to come to the ball but they said you can't visit us in Indonesia D: @ladygaga
- Tummy ache tummy ache tummy ache
- @mpandu_nky problem, ndu? 8D
- @KripikRenyah ih itu bikin sakit kepala sih D8
-
Posts
- Dec 09, 11
- Dec 07, 11
I know it isn’t new year yet, but bear with me.
- Fall in love, badly, deeply, and get a good ending out of it. Or well, don’t let it end.
- Get a trip. A personal one. No one else in it. For me and me only.
- Get a job.
- Write a book.
- Take notes in every lecture.
- Keep a journal and write in it everyday.
- Work out.
- Dec 05, 11
Someone whom I haven’t known yet, so far. Someone new. Someone who still would understand my rants. Someone who could, maybe, psychoanalyze me a bit and tell me what I need to do. Someone who wouldn’t go all cheery-cheery and “come on you’re smart you can do it!”. I want someone who could be the perfect listener.
Oh God.
The person who has high possibility of being that someone is probably a shrink.
My mom was right. I need professional help.
- Nov 30, 11
Overslept today, so I missed my ocean wave presentation, so there goes my grades. Haha. Not that I had the slightest hope in the subject, I don’t fucking get it at all. Yes, I F-bombed. Yes I care I so upset I want to cry and scream and choke myself and run and hide and just return when everything’s back okay, but when is anything ever okay?
- Nov 29, 11
it’s always such a pleasure.
Remember when you tried
to kill me twice?
Welcome. I am pretty sure you know me already if you are reading this, that or you’re a blog-hopper, or some sort of creepy stalker. Probably it doesn’t matter, because if you are still reading then maybe it’s just a consequence of my making another blog. I did, after all, sign up to allow you to peer into the deep recesses of my brain… or something. Again. That’s right, I’ve had several brain-recess dumps already so far. I think I have about four or five or more, but so far I can only remember my LiveJournal and two Tumblrs. Three Tumblrs, if you count my currently-dead multi-chapter sci-fi/urban fantasy/friendship-but-I-wanted-to-turn-it-into-romance fiction story. And I’m writing one more, just because I want to.
Well, it’s not as simple as that. It starts with my wanting to make a diary or journal of some sorts just because I am reading the Princess Diaries. I am twenty, going on twenty-one, a university student haunted by a deadline less than twelve hours ahead of me, and I am reading a teen sappy novel. And making a new blog. Just because I’m too lazy to find a fresh notebook to write on, because I’ve failed in all my handwritten-journal endeavors. Never mind the deadline. It’s not like my academic career still has any hope left.
So again, welcome. I hope you find whatever I post here at least remotely amusing, if not intriguing enough.
And an extra cookie for you if you get the quote and post title.
