After all these time..

Well.. I am between the weird exciteness and yearning about something now. In this case, about type this post, to back in blog again. Kindly say hello, anyone..

It's november already, and december will be upcoming soon. I can't stand how day went so fast each day, knowing that I've wasted so much time unproductively back then. Ah, ya! The midterm week has just over, and I'm soooo curious about my score. I know this is not highschool, the score are not posted on the wall like my school (I miss mob into the hectic atmosphere like when people try to find out they own score, it was amusing yet annoying at the same time)

Anyhooo..
That just a piece of my early journey in this town. Have I told you that Jatinangor is pretty much nice? Even more it's fun & fancy, practically. It doesn't mean that the voice of sigh which was resounding yesterday is already fade. I am still jet lag in here.. The meaning of fun in my statement, is about the place. Once again, the place. I love the circumstance, foodstall spread around everywhere. I could have martabak in right hand came along with grilled banana in other side. I know it's awfully fattening, but hard to resist though. huhuhu

Speaking of jet lag, I guess it's also refer to shock culture. The Sundanese people are nice, I gladly honor for anyone who willing to teach me Sundanese, by the way. Tehehehehe. I started to abridge my Jakarta accent at certain time, you know, that "lo-gue" thing which is sooooo common in Jakarta, some people are just not fit with that. It's all about behave, dude.

Kay, I go out with some common people in here, mostly of them are boys (I forget how to make friends with ladies at the first time; sigh). That's one of the biggest aspect of my jet lag syndrome. I used to be between a bunch of girls... The way we interract, share, recognize ourself well each other, those are thing I can't find here. Its freakinly scotch myself, if you know.

Hey, I give you one gold ticket to sneak out into my dorm room for a while. Kinda interest?


Mr Teddy & Mr Turts; its jarwo, actually. The gifts whose given by my bestfriends.

My Holy Bible. SSHOOOO


Errr.. I think I grown up and realizing that we (re: women) need to use that thing, inevitably.


The sentences clearly elucidate. Hooh.. I just spontaneously become emo whenever deal things refer to them..


Beatles/Cranberries/J.Mraz/Albert Posis/B. Mcknight/McFly. Lotta love, they rock my days.
So, see you when I see you? :-)