.: a trip to remember :.

It's been a while since I went on an all-girls trip. I usually shy away from such trips because I fear the drama that usually pop-up between some self-proclaimed divas and there's also the bathroom-sharing dilemma. So when my roomie/maid of honor planned this Vegas trip for 6, I got nervous. However from what I've known, the other 5 are sensible grown-ups who aren't known to create live soap operas. And my roomie found an affordable room with 2.5 bathroom so we should be spared from the bathroom drama. I thought to myself, so far so good. My roomie and my other friend planned everything from spa, dinner, etc beforehand so I felt relaxed & sure that this will be a smooth trip. That was before we missed our flight and my roomie lost her ID along the way. It was president's day weekend so all flights were fully booked. The only way we can go to Vegas was to hop on a much later flight that had one stop in Phoenix. The fun started immediately after we arrived in Vegas 6 hrs after our original plan. We all had amazing experiences at the spa. Then much later I was willingly violated by a hot Colombian by the name of Carla and her Czech friend whose name slipped my mind right now. We drank, ate in bed, share ghost stories and laughed carelessly. We begin with minor drama but left in such a high spirit. It was a perfectly girlie trip; we had lots of fun and we left Vegas feeling much closer to everyone. Now I have to recover from cough and return to my thesis, both are not fun. :p

.: rain :.

warm milk tea. good to the last drop.

As if I haven't said this enough, I love the sounds of rain. The smell of fresh ground. And to be indoor under my blanket with a warm cup of milk tea within a walking distance :)  It has been raining for two straight days and I love it.

.: lucky girl :.

I'm loved.

Happy Valentine's Day

.: an anthro wedding :.

Oh dear, oh dear! If only I haven't got my dress I would totally go with any of this wedding gown from Anthro! They will complete my dream Anthro wedding! (Images from A Million Little Pieces)

.: a house is not a home :.

As my sleeping pattern is still irregular, sometimes I took an hour (or two) nap in the afternoon. It's like a sneak preview to my later years, perhaps? Because since I hit 30 I desperately need that 8hrs sleep. I can't stay awake as long as I used to do when I was, say, 29. Weird huh? Anyway, in one of those naps I dreamt of my childhood home and how happy we all were. My home was a cozy, warm, welcoming kind of home. In the afternoon we opened the double door to let the cool breeze in. We had a small koi pond and a big mango tree along with smaller plants and flower bushes. It was a decent sized house, with decent sized bedrooms. I loved it so much although it looks super dated (1950s). I loved my bedroom and my 31 yrs old soft bed. I woke up feeling so very sad that we don't have that house anymore. My parents want a nicer, bigger and more modern house, a decision that I did not approve even until this day. I know the old house is falling apart, literally. The bricks were moldy and the wooden stairs gave up a while ago. But it is repairable. Now I even refuse to call it 'my' house because I feel like I don't belong there. The new house is modern, luxurious looking and a tad pretentious, I think. With its marble floor that drives people crazy whenever there's spillage, and how Chester always slipped when he run around the house. We need air conditioner all the time now because the house gets super hot & suffocating during the day. My mom built the rooms to resemble hotel rooms with its amenities: private bathroom, a tv in each room. It's just missing a maid services because I made my own bed and clean the room+bathroom myself (unlike other Indonesians with their army of maids, we do things ourselves) It feels exactly like that; a temporary room. Cold, uncomfortable, and impersonal. I tried to put most of what I had in my old bedroom to recreate the feeling but I failed. I really miss my home, and I can never get it back. I guess it is a part of growing up. Now all I can do is move on.