Author: Justine

Detached Romantic

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It frustrates me how the words and phrases I formulate in my head to write don’t seem to put itself together when I start to blog. It usually leads to me being even more frustrated and just scrap and don’t post the entry altogether. I’m trying to say something and it’s going to make no sense, but here goes.. After watching The Vow last night it made me realize the process of forgetting and remembering guys. When I watch a love story or a romantic movie I usually tend to associate the lead male to the current guy I like. It’s been a while since I watched one and the last time I did my feelings were for a different guy. Since that chapter has already closed it feels weird that I’m thinking about this other guy. It feels weird. Everything is weird. Weird weird weird. I like too many guys. Detached. That’s what it usually is for me. I get scared to get too close, and I overthink things (WHAT’S NEW) and suddenly.. just …

Mid-year Resolution Check

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In my previous entries I keep mentioning how I hardly (or never) get to write in my 2012 journals anymore. It’s sad. So I went ahead, took one of them to revisit and lo and behold I found one that states my resolutions for the year. I just realized I had such nice ones.. But no. 2 is quite a fail. Sigh. Now that more and more things happen to me that’s when I fail to write them down. Can I change this for the second half of the year? July is here so fast and I feel like if I don’t write even a single bit time it just gonna pass me by so quickly and the next thing I know the memories will be gone. So here’s to strengthening resolution no. 2!! Cheers.

25 Things To Do Before You Turn 25

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1. Make peace with your parents. Whether you finally recognize that they actually have your best interests in mind or you forgive them for being flawed human beings, you can’t happily enter adulthood with that familial brand of resentment. 2. Kiss someone you think is out of your league; kiss models and med students and entrepreneurs with part-time lives in Dubai and don’t worry about if they’re going to call you afterward. 3. Minimize your passivity. 4. Work a service job to gain some understanding of how tipping works, how to keep your cool around assholes, how a few kind words can change someone’s day. 5. Recognize freedom as a 5:30 a.m. trip to the diner with a bunch of strangers you’ve just met. 6. Try not to beat yourself up over having obtained a ‘useless’ Bachelor’s Degree. Debt is hell, and things didn’t pan out quite like you expected, but you did get to go to college, and having a degree isn’t the worst thing in the world to have. We will figure this …

Jakarta Friends

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I’m missing my Jakarta friends more than usual since there have been a few events here and there that for the first time since I’ve gone home, I was very sad to be missing. Apparently July 7 was quite the happening Saturday for a lot of people. My high school batch a.k.a the people I went to school with almost my whole life in Jakarta decided to have a huge reunion. The last time we had a reunion was in 2010, and not only was that one of the first major ones, I was also one of the main planners of the event. I’ve yet to see photos on Facebook but once I do I’m gonna be missing my old friends more than ever. I’m glad they had a blast and everyone got to catch up with each other. One of my ever dearest friends, Caroline, also celebrated her birthday on Saturday. We always have these special dinners and my special dinners are never the same without my Uni friends. I hope she had a …

It Couldn’t Be Done

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A workmate just sent me this poem a while ago, and I think it’s really nice, apt and totally applies to my life right now. Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But, he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, as he did it. Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one we know has done it”; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he’d begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands …