Time at an End

Dear you,

It's been just a little over a year, hein? That time, when I labelled you a high-ego-narcissistic male, female heart-breaker? ;p

Before I could stop it, you brought me to a once-upon-a-time land located at the heart of the sentimental map. Oxygen was caffeine there, hehe. I could stay awake all night chatting with you (and I thought you hate coffee?) ;p

There, my heart always skips its every second beat, and even its first seemed to tune on slow motion everytime I see you sign-in on messenger. That virtual realm, where what I cared about was to see you there, greeting me, and I knew that I would end my day in high spirit. Smiling.

Summer, I finally met you. Always that same guy making me feel comfortable talking to, complete with my sarcastic gift for words. There, in the midst of my growing admiration for you (you're one smart guy, you), my utopia bubble was burst by a rose' thorn-- leaving it shattered to many pieces (I hoped it would be ours).

It stayed toughly embeded and grew, as did my feelings for you. Ha! It rhymes ;p

Did it hurt? Well yes, of course it did, but you knew how it went. Indecisive as we were, we made a decision which I haven't regret.

Even if it was only for a short time, the past months have been like a chapter off of someone's life. Short and exciting. Because of you. Or more, thanks to you, since it was a *daymn* good feeling! ;p

Oh by the way, the thorn has become more a part of me now. That's good news! The scar will serve to remind me of you! ^ ^

Now, we're back on our separate paths again; walking our separate lives, again.
Well, actually I was still denying that fact until you told me you're already out on pseudo-dates! You weasel! Hahaha..

That no longer matters now. I understand that "we" are back to "you" and "I", and by that both our lives shall continue. Here, you're just doing it first. Oh, and yes, don't worry, I won't ask you if you miss me anymore, even as a joke after my occasional brb's :)

Hence, maybe our paths will cross again someday in the future, as you've said, but I think we both know how clumsy I am by now-- I'd probably be lost and take the long way of life, when you would most likely be busy crossing lines with others :)

Have a HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006.

You know where to find me whenever the mood for coherent non-sensical chat calls ;)


Best regards,
Mia.

*holidays*

I'm on holidays now. After days of late night sleeps doing my 3 *last* assignments, I was finally done at 10.00 am Friday. Deadline was at 12.00 pm. I took an overexcited shower and dashed my way to school. Only to know that there is an extension until Tuesday...

So, that's that. My finals start on the 4th of January. After that, a new semester begins...

Wham - Last Christmas

Wham - Last Christmas

Last christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day, you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby, do you recognize me?
WellIt's been a year, it doesn't surprise me (Happy Christmas)
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kiss me now
I know you'd fool me again

A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again...

09/12/05

An interesting quote from the best-seller "He's just not that into you" :

The word 'busy' is a load of crap and is often used by assholes.

Believe it all you want.

broke

I'm broke. Was, actually.

I walked around Paris with no more than a few 20 centiemes in my porte-monnaie. I suppose I could still buy a plain baguette for 38 centiemes, but other than that-- it isn't much. Of course, my parents would be horrored at the thought that their daughter wouldn't have the -just-in-case- money- of more than 20 euros in the pocket. But hey, walking without money proved to be quite fun :)

I'm a hard person to tempt. I could see, for example, a state-of-the-art gadget and find at least 5 different reasons why I wouldn't need it. Those are quite fundamental reasons, too. Besides, I am afterall a student, and living in Paris is already a priviledge on it's own. It's expensive living here, I'll tell you that.

The French TVA (value added tax) is 9.6%, which means that everytime you spend your euro in France, a little less than 10% of the price goes to the government. Whereas for those who earn salaries, social benefits (i.e. unemployment and social security) and income tax account for 33% of your salary. It's huge.

Anyway, back to me being broke. Well in fact, I never was broke. Deep inside me I was always assured that I have something to take out from the bank by just punching a 4 digit code from any ATM. So I guess it's true what one of my cousins told me as a synical comment on another cousin of mine who is a total idealist, "[dia] gak pernah tau rasanya gak bisa makan soalnya" (he never knew how it feels to not be able to eat).

She's right. He doesn't. Neither do I.

un ordinateur / une ordinateur ?

A language instructor was explaining to her class that French nouns, unlike their English counterparts, are gramatically designated as masculine or feminin. Things like "chalk" or "pencil," she described, "would have a gender association although in English these words are neutral". Puzzled, one student raised his hand and asked, "which gender is a computer?"

The teacher wasn't certain which it was, and so divided the class into 2 groups (male & female) and asked them to decide whether a computer should be masculine or feminin. Both groups were asked to give 4 reasons for their recommendation.

The men decided that computers should definitely be reffered to the feminin gender because:

• No one but their creator understands their internal logic.
• The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to anyone else.
• Even your smallest mistakes are stored in the long-term memory for later retrieval.
• As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending 1/2 your paycheck on accessories for it.

The women, however, concluded that computers should be reffered to the masculin gender because:

• In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.
• They have a lot of data but are still clueless.
• They are supposed to help you save your problems, but 1/2 the time they are the problem.
• As soon as you commit to one, you realise that if you had waited a little bit longer-- you could've gotten a better model.

*wink* *wink*
courtesy of bang Novi ^ ^;

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A little side note: it's infact un ordinateur, i.e. masculin indeed ;p

Btw, it's my brother's birthday today. Twenty-one. Old he is
*runs before those who were/are hit*