5 Things I Hate About Summer

I’m feeling like making a list today, and the only thing that popped out in my mind is the same thing that’s been bothering me since the beginning of December. Yes, summer. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunlight, but only when it is accompanied by breezes and low temperature. Other than that, I pledge war on summer. I could list down hundreds of reasons of why I hate summer, but I guess  I’ll settle for five. So, I hate summer because:

1. Heat wave

To begin with, I can’t really function in a hot weather. I can’t think and I can’t focus. Hell, I can’t even open my eyes properly (most of the times). With heat wave, I  basically can only do two things: making ice cubes and taking showers.

2. Flies

In Indonesia, flies only appear in dirty places. Australian flies are so much more confident. Last night, we have to leave our room door open because one fly seemed to think that my room is its playground. Oh, did I mention it was the size of a peanut??

3. Summer clothes

Too. Much. Skins. And not all of them are nice to look at.

4. Long Day.

For a nocturnal being like me, a long day is a torture. Just by the time I am ready to function, there comes midnight, and a few hours after that, morning. And it’s torture all over again.

5. Death by heatstroke.

Hey, laugh all you want, but people die from heat all the time. And I can’t help thinking that I’m gonna die from heat sometime soon.

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

That’s why I procrastinate.


I Miss My Father

A lot.

If someone had told me that I would feel this way, say, 5 or 10 years ago, I would have snorted and told them to go wrestle something. See, I’ve never been a Daddy’s girl. I was more of a Mom’s kid. I went to Mom every, and I mean EVERY time I needed someone. Even when I knew that only Dad could solve my problem, I went to Mom and asked her to ask Dad rather than asked him myself.

I used to feel that Dad favors my sister over me. Dad was never as strict with my sister, and he spoiled her with gifts. Like most teenagers, it was a very serious problem for me, so I began this you-are-not-fair campaign. It wasn’t until recently that I realize that different kids need different treatment. My sister was never as rebellious as me, maybe that’s why Dad felt the need to discipline me more.

My Dad believed that I’m destined for great things. Big surprise. What fathers do not? He had high expectations of what I would become, and spent so much time talking about it. During my college years, I avoided his phone calls on purpose just because I didn’t want to talk about his future plans. There were times when I walked away from him when it looked like he was about to start talking about schools or jobs. We used to fight a lot because I couldn’t handle the pressure. I felt that he was so stubborn, but then again so was I. I thought he was spoiling himself of these unrealistic dreams, but guess what, it’s in his gene and he passed those traits to me. Now I know that we’re too much alike. I mean, why else did we butt heads so much?

Now I’m kind of obsessed with Dad. I finally know how it feels when people say “My father is the best in the whole wide world.” My heart burst with pride whenever I talk about Dad. I miss him all the time and I know for a fact that I call him more than he calls me. It’s funny to think about how stormy the relationships used to be.

I’ve spent almost half of my life far from my parents. I guess, the absence had made my heart grew fonder. I moved to a different continent  two years ago and I still miss my father every single day. He is the reason why I know I’ll eventually move back to Aceh. I have guilt being far for him because what if my father dies prematurely and I’ve missed out on his last years? I know it sounds gloomy but I think it’s something a lot of people feel, especially as I see my father gets older.

I’m going home next month, and I can’t wait to be in my father’s home and smell his presence and pluck his gray hairs (oh yes we both love this)…well, maybe butt our heads a little. But what the hell, he’s my father and if there’s someone I can tolerate for prying into my life so much, it should have been him. Because he’s my father, and I love him. Very very much.

(not) a daddy's girl?


Y’know, I never understand why 11 is called eleven instead of onety-one. But that’s a whole another story. For now, I’m just gonna do this homework from an Ibu-Ibu Labil, hehehe

So here goes.

11 things about me:

1. I like to procrastinate. Procrastination feels so damn good. Which reminds me…I should be doing my thesis right about now since my supervisor wants it in her desk first thing on Monday, and that’s two days away. But what the hell, I’m gonna procrastinate some more 😛

2. I don’t mean to be racist, but I really really really like black guys. I like how their skins glow under the light, I like their big hands, I like their backsides, and their deep voices. Send the shiver down my spine. In terms of yumminess, my favorite black actors are Denzel, Isaiah Washington and Laz Alonso.

3. My name means cinnamon bark in Hebrew, and my second name means bean flower in Latin. Yep, my mom majored in agriculture.

4. I don’t read or watch Twilight. I find it stupid and shallow.

5. I watch a lot of tv series. My favorites are usually police procedural drama, and my least favorites are sitcom and teenage drama. I  never watch Japanese, Korean, Chinese series, which brings me to my next point:

6.  I find Japanese and Chinese languages disturbing. I had this Taiwanese girl as a roommate once, and every time she spoke on the phone, I felt like smacking her in the face.

7. I wear glasses since I was 11.

8. I loooooove animals. In fact, I think I love animals better than I do people.

9. I don’t follow celebrities’ twitter account. Actually, I don’t get why people like to follow celebrities’ twitter account. I mean, why do you want to know what they ate, where they ate and with whom they ate? Complete non sense. This brings me to my next point:

10. I don’t get why celebrities would tweet what they ate, where they ate and with whom they ate. I mean, if I had that kind of influence, I would definitely tweet something useful.

11. I play any kind of games: video games, board games, card games, mobile phone games, etc. I just bought a collectible game for 50 dollars. I’m sure my mom would kill me if she finds out.

11 questions from pemberi peer:

1. Lebih suka teh atau kopi? Sebutkan alasanmu!
Um…teh..kopi..teh..kopi, oh I really can’t choose. I love them both.
2. Sudah berapa tahun nge-blog?
7 tahun tapi akun blog yang lama sudah ditutup dan sisa sisa zaman jahiliyah sudah dihapus hihihi. no fun, i know.
3. Apa pengalaman paling berkesan selama nge-blog?
Paling berkesan adalah rekomendasi website kacamata murah dari seorang fellow blogger. you can get a pair of prescription glasses for as low as 7 dollars. How great is that?
4. Apa judul buku terakhir yang kamu baca? Hayoooooo..
Ecofeminism by Maria Mies & Vandana Shiva
5. Apa judul film terakhir yang kamu tonton?
Can’t remember, but I watched grey’s anatomy just now. Does it count?
6. Ada saran/masukan untuk blog ini?
Um..saran? Apa ya, stay labil? hihihi
7. Ada anggaran tertentu nggak dari gajimu yang dianggarkan untuk makan di luar? Sebutkan alasannya!
Nggak ada, Alasannya karena nggak punya gaji. Mahasiswa.
8. Apa yang paling kamu sukai dari pekerjaanmu yang sekarang? Jawaban boleh lebih dari tiga, lebih disukai berbentuk uraian ^_^
Saya suka jadi mahasiswa karena liburnya banyak, dapat stipend tiap 2 minggu dari sponsor dan nggak ada yang marah-marahin  seperti waktu saya kerja beneran. 😉
9. Seberapa pentingkah Me Time bagi kamu yang sudah bersuami? Kalau belum bersuami, perlukah Me Time buatmu bila menikah kelak? Kalau kamu laki-laki, maukah kamu memberikan Me Time bagi istrimu? Apa alasannya? Kalau sudah pernah membuat  postingan tentang ini, sertakan link-nya, ya ^_^
Sungguh sangat penting sekali banget.
10. Adakah sesuatu yang sangat kamu inginkan dan kini sudah tercapai?
Working for the UN. That was quite a blast.
11. Lebih suka mie ayam atau bakso? 😀
Mie ayam ajalah 😀
Dan berhubung saya orang yang baik, tidak suka menyuruh-nyuruh dan tidak suka memilih-milih, saya nggak akan menunjuk 11 orang untuk mengerjakan tugas ini. But, If you’d like to then feel free to do it. 😉

Human Beings Stink!

I read this heartbreaking news a few days ago.

What. The. Fuck!

From what I read somewhere else, rhinos are killed for their horns, which are used in Chinese medicine as an aphrodisiac. We wipe out these beautiful creatures for sex, just so human beings can keep breeding?! As if that reason isn’t bad enough, we had to go hunt them down because their horns worth more than all of our asses combined. Another amazing species of animal has become extinct because of human’s greed. Sheesh!

Some would say that this is evolution, that what survives survives and what doesn’t doesn’t. Well, guess what?! Evolutionarily speaking, we are the most environmentally stupid, barbaric, greedy species that has ever existed. This is a man-made extinction, not a natural one. WE destroy the animals; it’s up to us to NOT destroy them. The sad thing is that the people with the power are the people with the guns; all the protection policies in the world are not going to stop rifle-wielding poachers from sneaking out and killing rhinos, elephants, tigers, and whatnot. Mankind is definitely a virus, determined to corrupt this planet and all its worth.The only way this planet will survives is if we become extinct!

It’s sad that mankind has no idea how important animals are to the ecosystem. We are at the top of the food chain and if we want to continue exist on this planet then we have an obligation to maintain the environment we all live in.

Me so sad 😦 😦

*photo from here.

Current Addiction

John Travolta goyang pinggul!

shoo-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop, heeeyy…

Kangaroo’s Testicles Buat Oleh-oleh?


Found these a while back at a souvenir shop. Bottle openers made of kangaroo’s testicles.

Would you open your bottle with it?