ex and the city

fell asleep before 9, 4 hours later woke up w/ a mad belly, screaming for a midnite snack.
wandering around, fridge is empty. frowning for a while.. instant noodle then. yo' mad belly, this is all i got! face it.
while eating with my sleepy eyes, kind'a got a midnite entertainment, sex and the city on hbo.
even i have watched it like billion times, carrie always got me w/ her cosmopolitan.
one of the episodes was 'ex and the city'.
well speaking of the devil.. my mind just wandering to some oldie chapters of mine.
....... chapter 1, 2.. and so on.
when a relationship doesn't work, then it's not really end actually.
some can be friends, some can be 'fake friends', some can be.. enemies.
i remember, when i had this lunch thing w/ my bestfriends.
one of us asked "hey.. how is he?" (one of my best friends' ex)
"dead, maybe!"
then 3 of us was laughing. eat that ex'nemies! haha.
i've also passed some failed relationships.
well..i wont pretend that i'm good at forgiving over a shitty relationship, but i don't hate it also.
every relationship has its own story, its own chapter to make us more understand who we are.
bumped to one of them, received a 'how are u?' text, found some old pictures accidentally.
ohh yes..the terror is every where.
well.. however, they used to be some people in our chapters.
and for every chapter we have passed, just keep it as 'a journal'.
the lovely things, the fights, bitter sweet, every single thing.

the heroine of herself.

maybe she's not the heroine of herself.
when the whole pride, became a big hole of something.
something's dull.
the leafs fall from the trees.
she's strangled by her own dark thoughts.
her soul is like paralyzed.

being messed by ego.
twice.


no passion at all.
no spirit at all.
none.

ahh universe.. just be kind to her.
bring the happiness as the blanket of her life.
cheer her up with a cup of sympathy.
feed her with a bowl of positive thoughts.
and lead her to the path of wisdom.

c'est ma mere..

beautiful images of my late mom, taken by my dad from his old camera.
these were taken when they had their honeymoon in Japan in 1974.

le petit dejeuner avec toi.

i miss making breakfast for two.
smelling the fresh lemons.
chopping the veggie.
spreading the garlic butter.
then telling u that the breakfast is ready :)

slippers and pretty kitchen.

i woke up this morning, put my feet in my blue slippers.
grab my cup, make a hot tea, then i was crawling back to bed.
this cold is killing me. i've been blowing my nose since last nite.
runny nose please go away! syhuuhh! don't u realize, i hate u to the bone!
u made me hiding under the blanket all day.
tv become a temporal medicine. at least for my boredom.
then 'notting hill' movie became a bonus of my gloomy day.
after i watched it, i kept thinking about hugh grant's lovely house in that movie, esp the kitchen and the rooftop.
here they are!








this movie makes me fall in love with british home.
it looks homey. wooden floor, white ceiling, antique wooden dinning table, white brick walls. ahhh... me want those!

The universe is crying.

We were born naked.
Our little eyes saw everything blurry.
An innocent has come to this world.
World of sin, world of ambition, world of obsession.
Money, love, power, sex, eating with ur silver spoon.
Happiness can’t be measured.
No standard of it.
When we lose them abruptly.
Material things, partner of life, a mother, a child, a neighbor, a good friend.
Trust me, I know how it feels.
Don’t play tough, because it’s tiring.
Be weak, cry as loud as you can, scream like a lunatic, do whatever u want to express how special they are.
But promise me, the next day u wake up..
Be glad, that u are still alive.
And u’re not alone.
The universe embraces u, with its saddest cloud when u cry.
But the universe also embraces u with its warm sunshine, when u wake up from a deepest pain of yours.
Be tough. Be brave. The universe one day will smile back at you.

Dedicated to all earthquake victims.

bare foot, yukimi nagano and margarita.

I was on my way back home. Seeing some hills, mountains, trees, oh my oh my.. I miss on vacation.
And I was listening to koop feat yukimi nagano. I lovvvvveeee this song. This song is festive!! It made me wanna dance happily, wearing my sunny dress, bare foot so I can feel the green grass, smelling the apple tress with a glass of margarita on my hand.