February 2012
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Which is precisely what we were. I am not sure that it is possible for anyone brought up in the East to appreciate entirely what New York, the idea of New York, means to those of us who came out of the West and the South. To an Eastern child, particularly a child who has always has an uncle on Wall Street and who has spent several hundred Saturdays first at F.A.O. Schwarz and being fitted for...
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I can’t attend her funeral. I wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t sure when I will be, or whether I was ever going to be ready. She was her normal healthy self when I last visited home five months prior. That’s partly why I envied him: he had seen her dying moments. I, on the other hand, was supposed to come home after my exams end in March. I wasn’t there to witness her...
January 2012
11 posts
Ultimate, most important resolution: STOP TALKING LIKE A SINGAPOREAN.
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“You? You’re not my friend. Let me tell you something: I’m not here to make friends. And neither is everyone else. If you are, then maybe you shouldn’t. Four years from now, you will be there with me, inside the waiting room in the corporate of some big money multinational corporation, waiting for an interview that will decide our fates, and the person they hire will be me...
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He noticed that my hairstyle had changed since the last time we met, and for conversation’s sake I asked him whether it was really true. And he said yes, that it was shorter on the sides and thicker on top, a sentence so mechanical it might have been said by a professional barber. But as we rode the elevator in silence, I was awed - amazed, really - that at a time when all everyone wanted to...
You are a trustafarian.
Why? Because you do the whole routine, that whole legalize marijuana shit and growing your own herbs and making your own beer, and the whole “I’m a liberal, Anti-Establishment, Anti-Capitalism” crap, and you look down on white collars because you think white collars are merely repressed robots who take shit from Da Man, and you’re better than the white collars because you...
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December 2011
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Stuff Indos Like #1: Icelandic Musicians
Indos really dig Icelandic musicians. Take a look at their iPods and they will probably have a couple songs by Björk or Sigur Rós. Even if they don’t, they can pretend to by putting it up on their Facebook pages so other people can see and appreciate that they dig Icelandic musicians. This fascination is very widespread despite the fact that Indonesia has pretty much nothing in common with...
November 2011
20 posts
When I’m by myself, I can be myself, and my life is coming, but I don’t know when.
“Maturity is not measured in terms of tequila shots. Or daily cigarette intake....”
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“Cinta itu rumit. Sederhana itu restoran Padang.”
– Poetri Marsela
FUCK EXAMS
Some people live life like they know what the fuck they’re doing. Like they know where they’ll end up. It’s like there’s a secret formula to life that everyone’s been keeping from you. You start to think of all the life choices you’ve made, and you question them. You go back and reexamine everything. Trying to see where you went wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t...
She is like a human mirror.
Z: Oh look Mayer Hawthorne so cute!
P: Dia kan mirip gw.
Z: Bleeeaarrgghhhhhh
And Today's Lecture: The Slippery Slope.
P: Look at this dog! (http://blog.richardtong.com/post/12099793778/staying-in-with-penny)
Z: Oh.
P: WHAT?! "Oh"?!
Z: Gw gak suka warnanya. Cepet kotor, trus ntar gw yang musti bersihin, trus gw capek, trus gw bunuh diri. Kan gw gak punya mbak.
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October 2011
16 posts
Rule of thumb.
When galau, GET THE FUCK OFF TUMBLR. It’s intensely embarrassing three days later.
