Today is the 24th of August..

So it’s the birthday of my siblings! Do note that I use plural form.

Yeah, it’s the birthday of my twin siblings. And they are boy-girl twin, mind you!

The photo of them. They took it by themselves. Ha ha ha. I guess camwhoring runs in family =P

Happy birthday, Gustav and Patricia. =) You might not understand what I’m writing right now as your English still sucks =P Well, I wish both of you can be fluent soon. Your dearest eldest sister, who is none other than yours truly, became fluent in the age of 15 or so. You guys are 12 now, so still 3 years to go.

Whoa. You guys are 12.

Seriously, I can’t really accept the fact that you guys have grown up. I don’t need to be a parent to experience the feeling “oh no my kids have grown up, i can’t take this”.

Maybe this means you guys won’t listen to me anymore. You guys won’t follow my clothing rules (Patty, no tank tops and short pants please!!!) anymore. You guys won’t buy me some ice cream and snacks just because I want to (oops =P) anymore.

I can’t buy Patty these stupid pink fancy things anymore. Maybe now you want some sleek bag and simple-yet-kewl T-shirt (your sister’s favourite ). Maybe Gustav won’t do his hair like he used to do anymore. Maybe bald is in, bro.

Whatever. I miss you guys. I miss you guys a lot. I miss you until I’m lost for words.

Happy birthday. Study hard. Stop watching the cheesy soap operas (for Patty). Stop watching the stupid “mystic” shows (for Gustav). Keep pursuing your hobby, life is not just about studying, even though our parents make it look like so. Keep being tech-savvy, you are MY siblings, FGS!

All in all, may you have the most pleasant day in a year.

Your sister,
Sylv

Crying

When there’s a problem, you cry.

Some say it’s a very girl’s thing. (Boys don’t cry, eh?)

And everybody hates a crybaby.

I think crying is not a problem. I prefer to think of it as a natural way to overcome problems. It’s like an automatic mechanism from your body.

On a personal note, I’ve been having this problem since the beginning of my second term. It started to be small, and I thought it was nothing, but it became big. And actually until now I’m not really sure what the problem is. I mean, like, the scope or something. It was something unsure. It was something unpredictable.

Whatever it is, it crushes me down…

But when I am finally able to cry for this problem, I think I have overcome the problem.

Maybe it’s finished, maybe it’s not.
Who knows.

Btw, I think being in gloomy mode makes you creative. In some sense. Like, writing (crazy) songs like crazy. That’s a form of creativity.. Rite???

So Legal

I remember, a year ago, (the blogpost is, amazingly, in English) I was soooo happy to receive my KTP (ID card). It’s a milestone. It marks a part of my life when I’m already considered as an adult……. According to Indonesian law.

Well, well, what can I say. I moved to Singapore when I was just 17. And according to them…. I’m not an adult yet. Boohoohoo. I can’t even make an “adult” bank account. I’m left with a teenage saving account. Ugh. Thank you, Singapore, for making me feel very very young again.

However, all changed in May 4 2007, when I finally reached the age of 18 (stop yelling at me why I’m so young and I’m already at uni!!), which means I’m legally an adult in Singapore!!

I should buy some alcoholic drinks. =P

Anyway, the story must be told chronologically. But it’s very long and has many pictures, so please
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Missing somebody…

I miss everyone in my home. Father, mother, kuku (姑 姑), sisters, brother, even my maid. My cousins, my aunties and uncles. I miss them all.

But today, I really miss someone special.

My Kucong. (姑丈)

He doesn’t have any blood relationship with me. He is my father’s sister’s husband. Yet, the bond between us is so strong. His family lives near to mine. No doubt I’m very close to them. His daughter is my closest cousin until now, I even think of her as my elder sister.

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I hope I can delete this entry…..

I really want to.

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I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You think I don’t know? You think I can’t realize it?

Fine. I made a dumb decision. Like I always did.

Thank’s for all the sweetness and kindness but I guess we’re having it no more.