Kitchenette

Sharon and I spent the day today doing work for our hardest project of the semester, Interior Design. Or maybe that was just an excuse for us to go have fancy dinners at restaurants we so called think could be the inspiration for our own "design-it-yourself-tshirt-bar" (Thank you, Johnny Cupcakes), watched movies and have it called a hard-day's work.

Open Hillhouse

I realize by now I probably take too much trips with my parents than what normal teenagers do. Really, someone needs to steal me, shove me down cocktails and never return me back home - seriously, my parents are one of those ones who don't care where their children are in the wee hours of the dawn - but nor would they bail me out or ground me.

This one is not a trip though, more like a buying trip to a hill house so freaking far away I do not ever want to go through the drive there again despite their lush gardens, rabbits and rivers.

Aquatic creatures

Today we went to get fishes for the pond on the roof. So far my fishes had died, depressed (to the point of not eating), and suicidal (jumping out of the pond to a nasty three-story-building fall) maybe due to the heat of being exposed on someone's rooftop and being taken advantage of for their mosquito-reducing powers. Of course fishes are not as cute as my little devil of a brother, Elmo. And oh, I almost got a turtle but I'm afraid the fishies that we have will corrupt him ): 

So here is my letter to my black turtle, Stan (the one on the right corner being shoved by the bully):

Goodbye Stan, 

I will always remember you. We might not be destined to be together in this life but I'll see you in the next one.

- The one who almost cared for you for life
P.S. If that had been true, your life might not have been a long one. 

Machinery Expo 2012

I am eighteen and I spent Friday going on these heavy machinery exhibitions with my Father where we are required to exchange our name cards for an invite, and I feel so old and like such a loser. Also scared that slowly all the things my brain has spent years learning at school is done tremendously by these new advances. However that knowledge is for me to keep, and to you all: be prepared, and scared. Be really scared! (;

Ja(p)anese

My lovely maid, who is a full-on Sundanese, and As Indonesian as she can be (she didn't even understand Indonesia language before she worked for me, which is like 12 years ago) - made Sushi (in bed), just by the aid of a cookbook Mum had stingily spent less than 10 dollars for (though she throw on a magnificent Japanese soy sauce to make up for it). She put sausages inside my so-called Japanese meal, so at the moment I can feel safe that she won't be leaving me for Nobu any time soon, but instead stuck helping me clean my room after the grueling 6 months of my brand launching is finally done. However mid cleaning we left my room as a shipwreck because my parents took me out for real Japanese.