Luck.

I don't believe in luck. The only times in the world when I use the word 'luck' is when I'm being modest about my accomplishments or when I'm jealous of something that my friends get to do. But in its essence, I don't believe in it.

But I've been thinking, and I realize that I'm luck --ehem, privileged, to have been a part of the blogging movement five years ago because through that, I've gained wonderful friends that I'm still in touch with until now. Five years ago, blogging was ultra cool. We would blog about the most random thing and other people would actually read it. We'd share personal stories of our struggles in our blog, and people would care enough to read and give us advices on the comment box. It was okay. It was cool. It was... fun.

...and then came Twitter.

The blogging hype died down for non-fashion bloggers. Some of us, like yours truly, still tries to blog every once in a while. Some of us completely abandoned the concept of blogging. The short, 140 charactered updates takes precedence of our online activities. Not saying that it's bad. It's just... different.

I miss those times when blogging was still a mean of friend making.

I know that by saying the following sentence, I would contradict my opening paragraph but I can't find a better way to say it. I'm lucky that I was a part of the blogging hype. Because without that, I wouldn't have friends who lives in just about every corner of the world. I wouldn't have witnessed so many wonderful people grow and change. I wouldn't be smiling in utter joy when Indita, one of the loveliest people in the world, got accepted into the college she wanted, and this list could just go on and on.

So, for once, thank you, Luck.

Falling Into Fall

I had the day off and had a chance to take a walk around my neighborhood with my baby Kenobi. The title of this post may not be completely appropriate because everything hasn't turned completely orange and brown yet. But it will have to do.

My fetish towards nail polish still persist

Imagine how I felt when I saw these flowers on my drive way when I walk out the door

Don't you just want to make leaf angels?

A little burst of red

My lovely and somewhat tilted neighborhood

The blurriness and the bokehs just makes this picture... perfect (in my amateur-photographical eyes)

The remnants of summer

I sent my college application this afternoon and I feel like a thousand ton of weight was lifted off my shoulders. But I did receive my quarterly progress report and I must say that I'm not particularly happy with one class' grade. An Asian F is simply unacceptable! Pffft.

On lighter note, I made my first Indonesian fried rice ever since I moved to my new house and it was a success! Even though it was lacking shallots and sweet soy sauce, it was regardless quite delicious. I was more than happy to have a little taste of home.

A little snack that've been chewed on repeatedly by my brain: Twitter is cool. Twitter is fun. Yes, it's a freedom of speech. Blah blah blah. But not everything that comes out of our mind is pure gold. Thus, we should filter what we're going to tweet multiple times before we hit that Tweet button.

I speak from personal experience that your tweet can bite you in the ass before you even have a chance to delete it. In other words, Google and think before you tweet. It's bad enough if you're tweeting stuff that nobody cares about, the least you can do is make sure that your grammar (punctuation, capitalization, word order, verb tenses, etc) is correct. That should leave you a little dignity ;-)

Have a great weekend!

The Baby Post

So at one point in the past two weeks, I've decided to not even have a Blogger blog and instead use my Posterous instead. But you see, Posterous (as 'efficient' and 'revolutionary' as it is) is not nearly as fun as Blogger! That's why I cave in and made this blog (while I'm supposed to be reading twenty pages about the nervous system, draw a diagram of the human brain, and write a ten-page reflective essay on teenagers' brain).

Let me explain what happened to my old blog (don't even bother clicking the kaput link because the blog is completely gone):

Some moron decided to hack into my primary email account and sent weird email to a few of my friends. Them, knowing me well enough to know that I always type with proper punctuation and grammar, sent me a BBM message to inform me about what happened. So I took charge and deleted my email account since it's not the first time that it's been hacked. Unfortunately, I was moronic enough to delete my blog as well.

It wasn't intentional, believe me.

Bottom line: this is my new and only blog (I've deleted the Posterous one), so follow and all that good stuff.

Cheers!