Jakarta

I am the very definition of a master procrastinator.

So me and two of my best buds went on a trip to Jakarta in July. There were so many things that I wanted to document in words because I knew I just had to express it so that someday when I look back, I can still remember the trip.

But sadly, here I am, making a post about that trip in September. Yay me. So yeah, I have forgotten bits and pieces of details that I would've loved to share with the one person who still reads my blog, Me. I love you Me.

Lets see, where to even begin.

It was a trip planned on a whim because suddenly my friends told me that Air Asia was having a promotion and I just went along with it. Who can resist cheap tickets?

So we flew to Jakarta on the 27th of July and arrived at 7pm-ish I think. Frankly, the three of us didn't have a clue what to do after landing. Seriously. We looked for hotels on a borrowed map at the airport and just decided to go with one that we thought was close enough from the airport.

Going to the hotel, was another story.

I can't blame our stupidity on jet lag because, come on, who gets jet lag flying from KK to Jakarta? Anyways, we knew we had to get on a Blue Bird taxi because those were the reliable ones, said the internet. But we were so clueless that the minute a guy grabbed our bags and asked where we were going, we followed him all the way to his so called taxi. Now, I'm no good with currency, but we were charged 300,000 rp for the trip. We later found out that we were duped big time cause normally the highest rate will not be over 100,000 rp. Safe to say, it was an awful start for our trip.

There's so many other things that happened that first night, we were already exhausted. The hotel was not what we expected either. First night, and we wanted to go home. Luckily we changed hotel the next day. So much for an exciting first buddies trip. Anyways, I don't wanna dwell too much on the crappy parts so lets move on to happier things.

What I loved about this trip was, we traveled mostly on foot. So, we got to see how the Indonesians live, for real. Not like the ones you see on sinetrons. We passed by so many stalls, so many houses by train tracks, so many ojeks, tuk tuks and what not. I don't know why but I was fascinated by some of the buildings that I saw. There was a sense of, I dunno, history, backstory to it? I kept taking pictures of buildings.

You know when you're in another country, you're bound to feel culture shock? Yea, but I was not shocked by the culture. Instead, I was horrified by the traffic. The traffic in Jakarta is no joke man. Trust me. For someone who's used to organized driving on the road, watching the drivers in Jakarta drive like they owned the road, terrified me. Literally. We were so scared to even cross the road. Don't believe me? Google it.

In terms of language, we had no problem since we spoke Malay and its quite similar to the Indonesian language. But still, there was a difference in slangs and intonation. So, I was surprised that I was actually able to converse in Indonesian quite comfortably. I guess all those years of being forced into watching sinetrons with mumy paid off eventually. And I actually enjoyed it. Felt good to try and speak a different way for a few days.

I suppose there's a lot more that I wanted to say, back when I just came back from the trip, but weeks has passed by due to my super power in procrastinating, so now I've lost the will. I'm just gonna let the pictures speak. Hey, pictures speak a thousand words, and I'm really not in the mood to type that many words, so lets just let the pictures do the talking. Oh and on the next trip, Philippines my buds says, we definitely have to plan in advanced. Especially since we don't speak Tagalog.

Rusty.

So, last post was in February. In case you don't have a calendar, it's already August.

Lazy ass girl. Me.

Or, should I say, uninspired and unmotivated lazy ass girl.

Finished my internship a couple months ago. And I've been home ever since trying to figure out my next move. So far, I haven't moved an inch. I should be sending out resumes, but I'm not. I keep looking for excuses. But at the same time, I think I'm about to go cray cray being stuck at home.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaissssssh. I think, I lack direction. At this point in life, I'm starting to think that I may not have a dream, or an ambition that I want to achieve. I should. I will. I just need to start by breaking out of my current routine, which involves waking up, doing chores, eat, shower and sleep. Oh and watching tv all day long while browsing the net. And I stopped working out.

Somehow, living alone back in the city, I was able to control myself more. Here at home, I'm as good as a pig. I've let myself go. Boo!

Well, here's to hoping I will find the will to get my butt of the couch and start doing something for my future. At least.

A year of uncertainties.

Close eyes. Open eyes. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand it's 2013.

Time FLIES. Like so fast, you blink and you miss it.

I still remember 2010 like it was 3 years ago. That year, a LOT of things happened to me. Past is past. What matters is the moment I'm living right now. Next week will be the start of my internship. Slowly trying to curb my nervousness but I'll survive I think. I made it! This is the final lap Teng. Huff and puff.

For the first half of 2013, I'm going to be having my internship. And then after that, NO IDEA what to move on to. Well, might as well stick to my philosophy in life, live one day at a time. No plans.

So, for the second half of 2013, I'm listing travelling and enjoying the moments on my list of things to do. Mum and Dad gonna have to FUND my lifestyle for a bit longer I think. :)

I'm so sorry.

Been wanting to do a post on this since last week, but wanted to take some time off to cool down. Don't wanna be too emotional with my post and then have to take it down later.

I'm probably the resident driver at home and usually the one driving around running errands. At times, especially when I'm still groggy being woken up after a nap, I tend to drive, uhm, emotionally? I suppose.

So, as the story goes, I was a few minutes into my nap, obviously tired as fuck. Then my mum came in and woke me up to send our helpers home. Busy week due to family event. For some reason, at that moment, I really felt I needed to say no to my mum's request. Told her, tiada orang lain ka yang buli ganti sa? Of course, her being my mum, I got ceramah free instead.

I got up, took the keys, eyes half opened, heart flaring with anger and started the engine. I was using my dad's car btw, which is a double cab.

To make matters worse for me (emotionally), mum made this guy follow me. So, I said some bad things. You know, things that usually jinx you back. I think he could sense that I was really uncomfortable and at the same time pissed off, so he just kept quiet.

I tend to drive unnecessarily fast when I'm mad, and this time was no exception, even thou I knew there were 3 people standing behind, on the truck.

Arrived at my kampung's intersection that led to the main road, and took a VERY sharp turn to the right. If you studied physics, you know that the laws of whateverblablabla...I flunked physics. Basically in my case, the 3 people standing in the back, was THROWN OUT onto the jalan raya. Partly due to my reckless driving and also the railings that they were holding on to, tercabut.

Took a U-turn, and OH MY GOD, nothing could express how I felt at that very moment. All I could think of was, did I kill someone? I am so fucked.

Parked the car, turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked towards them and the people that were already surrounding them, basically said sorry every chance I got. Everything seems woozy, I don't really remember much. I knew I was panicking. Then, ironically, the guy that I was so uncomfortable with, took over the whole situation. Thank God he was there. He took the keys from me, I got into the car, said sorry a couple more times, cried while doing so and called home.

We went to the hospital, and Thank God all their injuries were superficial ones. Not that it makes everything better. They would've never gotten those injuries had I been more careful with my driving. Fuck. I still tremble when I get flashbacks.

Everyone kept telling me it wasn't my fault. I knew it was. And I'm so freaking sorry. Still am, will probably be forever. So dear God, lesson learned. Never drive recklessly when you're angry or sad, or basically just emotional. Never.

I still get nightmares and at times when I'm alone, I get flashbacks and I feel so traumatized. Hopefully, that was the first and last experience I'd have.

Oh and the next day after that incident, another accident happened at the same location, but this time, it was much much worse and someone died. End of the year, musim tutup akaun.

Bucket List Number 2: Checked and Done!

Wohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I'm a bit late in posting this but better late than never is what I usually say when I procrastinate. keke

Had a hectic few weeks so didn't really have time to blog this but pheww. Boy have I had a busy time. Lemme just say this in advance, I will not be commenting on the hoolapalooza that happened at KKIA that caused our flights to be cancelled twice. Damn you maintenance man. Okay done.

On to the main event! FINALLY was able to go and watch Big Bang's live concert after hearing about rumors since 2010. Thank you oppa's for coming to town! Even thou I had to beg and cry, I knew I jusy had to go! No matter what. 

The concert was A.W.E.S.O.M.E. It was my first live concert so I didn't really know what to expect but hell I knew I had a great time. Some were busy documenting the whole concert with their iphones,ipads and tabs  but me? I came a loooong long way to enjoy and fully experience the concert. So for sure I wasn't going to waste my time holding up gadgets in the air hoping for a clear shot. All I knew to do was sing along to the songs and dance. Yes, we danced our hearts out! Longest workout I have ever had in my whole life.

Big Bang. What can I say. It was love at first sight when I was 15. Years later, I'm 21 and I still love them to bits. Watching and listening to them in person, they were perfect performers. They sang live and danced the whole 3 hours! I knew I had good taste in men. Ahemm I meant in boy bands. 

Safe to say, next time they're coming to town (THEY BETTER COME AGAIN!) I'll gladly buy the most expensive ticket. The guys at the front had the most fun, I think the price was worth it. Next time Teng, next time.

Oh and thank you Cissy and Mona! The trip would've never been as much fun as it was if weren't for you guys. And dem deliciously good looking Korean boys. Nyumss.

My forever bias in BigBang, T.O.P! even his side profile is

nyummmmeh. eh I meant H.O.T.

Updates on my bucket list.

So way back in 2010, made a list of things to do. I did MUET, which I'm so proud of. And also, I had on that list, to attend a live concert by BigBang. Pretty soon I'll be able to cross that off my list! Concert tickets have safely arrived via courier and my Uh-Mayzing Parents have bought my plane tickets. SOBS. I have the most amazing parents.EVER.

I know I know. Some say, apa laa gila KPOP. Please. I'm only this crazy for BigBang cause they were the first Korean band I laid my eyes on. This was when I was 15 years old. I'm loyal that way. I don't go all crazy eyes over other KPop bands. Visually they are most appealing, but music wise, I getting tired of listening to the same generic sounds. But not BigBang. Me lurf BigBang much much.

Safe to say, teenager me is so damn jealous of 21 year old me right now. Muehehe.

Beware, for I am going to be emotional in this post.

Cannot.Contain.Emotions.Much.Longer.

Family is really important for me. I mean, they're everything for me. I'm nothing without my family. Extended family, on the other hand, some we're better off without. But blood is blood. Can't change your relations.

Shit happens, and arguments often lead to people not talking to each other even though they live right next to each other. Which is fine by me, but still kinda hurts, even a teensy tiny bit. Still breaks my heart.

They say time heals all wounds. I've seen it happen time and time again. No pun intended cause this is a mighty serious post I'm making. Ahem. This wound? Maybe it'll heal, but it may take a very, very, very long time. I just hope some of us survives through this.

But, more than anything, I hope my parents will not be left wounded.