To Change

One copy of identification, one piece of Rp6000 government stamp, two pieces of 3x4 photograph, two pieces of 4x6 photograph.

Two sentences.

I was shock first time I heard it. That's it? Gosh, it's even simpler than making driving license. Well, at least from administration point of view. In your heart, I know it's a struggle. And I'm so sorry Dear, for making you go through it one day.

Private Performer

Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer

Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans. At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners. And while you like attention, you value your privacy.You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.

What's" Your Blogging Personality?

PS: Had nothing better to do to kill time while wasting corporate money. So I did this little quiz I found when browsing. While being skeptical that four questions suppose to enough to 'capture' my blogging personality, surprisingly the description is quite close to my own perception. Hey, maybe I am that easy to guess. Well, except the part about adoring fans. What fan??? :)

Lost of The Ring

I lost my ring last night :_( Well... to be more precise, I lost my ring sometime between Saturday morning and Sunday night but just realized it on Sunday night when I was about to go to sleep. I immediately went to panic mode and tore down my apartment upside down looking for it for no avail. My only hope is that I lost it somewhere in my apartment and somehow I'll find it again. But if it was lost somewhere outside... :( Stupid me. I didn't even notice it till last night. It was a bit loose lately and instead of putting it on my ring finger, I should've put it on my middle finger.

I love that baby so much. The only jewelry I can stand wearing beside my little button earring (which I wear just so the earring hole won't close down). It's a puzzle ring I bought 2 years ago as a reminder of a special event dear to me.

I really hope I can find it again :( Except for wedding ring, it's the only ring that I ever want. I don't even care for diamond engagement ring (am not a believer on the whole engagement thingy, if you want to get married, than just do it. why waste money and time doing something halfway). Anyway, since I have no clue when will my boyfriend ever want to give me the wedding ring (has always secretly hope that he will ask me to go shopping for wedding ring everytime we pass jewelry store, but of course that never happen and I always end up feeling like a looser), I guess I will be ringless for the time being :( My hand feels naked.

Congratulation You Moron!

Yesterday, when flipping the tv's channel, I overheard a comment that freeze my finger. It's one of those gossip let's-try-to-butt-on-celebrities-life-cos-my-own-life-suck show, the ever so popular type of tv show in Indonesia. It was commenting on the new draft that our wonderful creative reps in parliament suggested on the 50K USD bond that every expat men have to deposit prior to marrying Indonesian woman. Just how someone can be so idiotically cruel to come out with the idea claiming it's to protect Indonesian women but do the exact opposite thing is beyond me.

Anyway, back to the gossip show. The reporter was commenting on the increasingly fashionable trend of celebrity women marrying expat men. And the rational reason behind it, according to that as's'tounding reporter, is so they can have ‘indo’ kids (kids from multiracial married), generally consider as good looking, so that they can have a good career in the acting/ music career by depending on their face/ body even with minimum talents.

Wow, such a mind-blowing conclusion. So congratulation to whoever makes the script on that SCTV’s gossip show. You have successfully given the word MORON a new meaning. Now go back to your pre-historical dickhead cave where you belong.

PS: I have tried to calm myself since yesterday. I know I shouldn't let myself becoming too emotional on crap like this. But whoever have the heart to make that kind of cruel comment definitely does not know the pain that most Indonesian women, celebrity or non-celebrity, face marrying to non-Indonesian men when it comes to kids. Knowing that no matter what, your own kid, the one that grew in Indonesian women womb, is not permitted, under any circumstances, tobecome Indonesian citizen. An outcast in your own country. It's not easy. It's definitely not glamorous. Our own government making life hell to everybody involve. And to have that kind of painful reality twisted into such a venomous-as-long-as-it-sell crap, hurts even more.

You Wish

It's another big fight. The same old problem. And you wonder why you keep moving in circle. Round and round and round. End meet beginning. You going no where.

You used to be so naive thinking that love is strong enough to bind two world together. Cross the country border, cross the cultural difference, cross the religion belief. And now that you have learn more, you can't believe how you stupid you were before.

You start to hate the legal regulation, made by morons who suppose to serve the people but do the exact opposite things. You start to doubt your belief, old and new ideas flying around and crashing in your mind. Turning your brain to mush.

You wish that life can be as simple as you used to know. But there's no turning back. You know you've got no one to blame but yourself.