Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Recently, I read an article, an Indonesian article about Starbucks adding Rp 1.000 to every customer who purchase coffees & stuffs there. The reason behind this, is, that Starbucks is working for a donation. Every 1K is donated to @PlanetWaterLive for Water for Change program, which supports the existence of clean water around the world. Unfortunately, this woman wasn't being told before that Starbucks going to add 1K to her billing. And she protested on that. She thought, the reason of the 'adding 1K to your billing' program wasn't reasonable.
I, here, never want to be a wise guru or some kind of that. But you guys must've realized that, those who purchase something in Starbucks, must be wealthy enough, since it's only a coffee or a non-coffee beverages cost mostly > Rp 40.000. Let's separate those who took Starbucks for Instagram likes and followers. I mean like, you're friggin able to purchase > Rp 40.000 and you mind sharing your Rp 1000 to unlucky people out there? Who can't even taste the great liquid taste in your hand (re: coffee you just have bought)?
Great in nominals, small in hearts. I can make sure that you want the world and the citizen in it could get better and better each day. Who doesn't want that, anyway. So, let's stop pretending to be rich in money but actually have that stingy heart. It's only Rp 1.000, just than your pricey-branded-instagramable beverages, why would you be mad? 😏
(I don't mean to disparage the function of Rp 1.000 but guys, you go to Starbucks but mind to share only Rp 1.000?!)
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Yesterday was our first anniversary. A week ago, you promised me to go to our favorite Pizzeria and have our favorite menu. And who could've ever said no to go out with the one whom I loved the most and devour my favorite food?
The day before our big day, you told me you were truly sorry because you couldn't make it tomorrow, since you need to collect files for your scholarship application. I couldn't be the one who hampers your dreams, since I don't want mine to be prevented though.
And yesterday, I got no plan but to stay at home. I wandered from channel to channel on TV. I was sort of disappointed. I have prepared the best outfit for our day and a present that you've been longing for. But I love you, so I want the best for you and your future. And suddenly, this irrational idea popped up in my mind.
I went to the Pizzeria where we wanted to celebrate our day. I was peerless. I knew you couldn't make it, so I just wanted to celebrate it, alone. I sat on table number 8, the date when you asked me to be yours. Our day. Yesterday's date. I immediately asked the waiter for the menu and order a small pan of pizza. And a glass of my favorite drink.
I examined this place until I saw something familiar. I caught you there, sat happily, holding her hand, enjoying the same pizza as I ordered. Never have I saw you that happy before when you're with me. And since then, pizza never tasted the same anymore.
(I made this story when I went back home today. Walking makes my brain works well. I don't know the correlation between walking and the function of brain works though).
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Not feeling well these days because I'm always tired when I wanna study at the crib. Feels like the day I've been through at school is quite enough, which means no more "self-torturing" at home, I'm ready to marry my bed, my only boyfriend.
Since national examination or so called UN is getting closer and closer each day (I'm in my grade 12, in case that you don't know) I, honestly, haven't prepared anything unless today's math practice at school. Yeah, anything that related to studying--teaching, happened mostly in school, not in the house, to me. Going home means resting soul to bed, enjoy youtube, listen to good musics, and so on.
Currently, I really want to untick my monthly wish(es), which is..........having an UKULELE. Yeah. No jokes intended. I, honestly, in the mood of exploring some new thang in me (lol, i'm talentless (is that even a word?)) and feels like, training ukulele and chords and songs is great though. I, basically, started playing an ukulele last year (if ain't mistaken), well actually, what i have isn't an ukulele, it's more likely a toy guitar that my dad bought somewhere (I guess in pasar gembrong) but it has 4 snares and when I tuned it, it sounded the same like what I heard. I trained hard back then until my fingers got redden but I felt good about it. Last night, I tried to play "Happy" by Nevershoutnever. The chords were pretty much eeeeeaaasssyyy and you might give it a try. I love Happy (not by Pharrel.)
Tonight's heartbreaking story came from Fedi Nuril, because he wants to hold a marriage on January 17 2016. Wonder how did I got to be this up-to-date? Well, my friend informed me and as the most updated-never ran out of good news-I immediately searched for the news on google and found out his bride-to-be ask.fm page, which is me, nah, a girl which is not me. Bye fellas, I'm gonna go to bed, since some shits need to be done in a blink of an eye (one night.) Sorry for making it sounds excessive because actually it's true. Bye fellas, bye bye bye.