Accidental stalker.

I can't believe it's already August.

My room is a complete crap hole. I've no problem with unpacking. It's the repacking that's mental. I have problems maintaining a constant repetitive motion like folding and hanging clothes. It's too goddamn infuriating when you've got 1000 clothes. Why do I have 1000 clothes anyway?

Plus I had to reclear out my closet for the trillion time since the same old clothes keeps finding their way back in.

Oh have I mention how ridiculously awesome it is to have 3 older sisters? I get things for free.
Here I'd like to point out the difference between 'bermanja' and 'dimanjakan'. I don't ask, I simply get. Apparently I'm just too awesome to not give stuffs to.

So, in your face.


I drove just now. With my dad at the front passenger seat. Even though it wasn't a test, I failed.

Strike 1, I went too fast and almost hit another car at a roundabout. Strike 2, arguing about it, insisting that I did see the car and I wasn't going to hit it. Strike 3, I didn't see the car and I was about to hit it.

So yeah, I ain't driving anywhere for a long, long time.


A little note, I think I'm in love with Alaska Young. I don't care what anyone says, she's mine.

Now I'm going to go and take a nap. Because naps are awesome and staying awake isn't.