My Birthday --and helluva good time or --food?

Yesterday was my birthday, officially and undenyingly, I am 23 years old. It's a bless to live another year, at the same time it's going to be the start of my nightmare. As my mother just said on my birthday, "two more years, I (my mother) will be happy to market (that's exactly what she said) you among my friends ". WHAT!?!! ---No, seriously my mother is not that bad. She was just kidding me. But, somewhat, there's still some truth in there.

This is for a fact that the age of 25, according to the good notion of good and happy marriage, is a good age to get married. Of course, that age applies to females rather than males. Then, the "Right" groom would have to be at least 5 years or older. The idea is that females' behavioral activities will get older (perhaps by the order of mentally and sexually) sooner than the males' ones.

For me, i think it is just a way for parents to get grandchildren as soon as possible. But, I could be wrong. I am after all the oldest in the family. So, the pressure doubles with me. Besides, more people my age are getting married sooner than 25. Amazing! You think that with the advancement of technology, globalization, higher education, and greater career opportunities, people would focus on advancing their lives by way of pursuing a higher career goal, instead of building a family.
But, that is Indonesia. There is also one factor that could affect that phenomenon, which would touch a sensitive part that I would not say here. Family is after all number one. No doubt about it, and I still agree.

Anyway, the way to enjoy a birthday is to celebrate it with the people who care about you. Your friends. To have good time is to hear funny stories and people's experiences on a table with, of course good food (except for the Calamari at The Kells)
So,by having 2 glasses of Moscato D'Asti Sparkling wines, Finale Fantasia samples desserts, Mediterranean Pizza and White Pizza, a glass of Pinneapple Chambord, a plate of fries , Calamari @ The Kells, 2 glasses of beer at Sunset, another plate of Buffalo Chicken wings plus another bucket of Calamari, in addition to some good laugh and a cute waiter at Sunset (he had certainly a good smile.. hmm), I had a blast last night!!

I am 23 years old. A long way to go. Many dreams to achieve. Good people to meet and World to discover! Nothing else could be better than that right now.
Happy birthday!

In my mind

In my mind right now at 1.24 am ET time -Boston-,

"bule itu basi"

gue gak rasis --tapi gue gak suka sama bule--

guys are pathetic, but girls are nothing better

My job sucks, or rather..i suck at my job

I'm bored with this town, but I'm proud to be a Bostonian --thanx to RED SOX and PATRIOTS--

i think too much....yes...i think too much...

nothing motivates me right now,
to stay = means more loneliness and stress
to leave = means new life and pressure

anxious about what will happen next month, and the month after
like being in the elevator, wanting to go out to the floor requested, but not sure what to face when the elevator door opens up

what's going on with my family now?

I miss "Somebody" --like Depeche Mode

I can't sleep....and it's already 1.35 am..

and I'm F****n tired of staring at Myspace~

Here we go again -- the snow

So, as I logged in to weather.com, a big red arrow popped out of a New England map pointing at the existence of a white chunk of what appears to be clouds that was on its way to Boston .
In other words, at sometime tonight, there would be some snow coming down ....again! and although the forecasts did say it would only be about 1-2 inches (compared to 24 inches 3 weeks ago), still, I'm NOT excited about it.

When snow falls, that means i'll have to wear my high-knee boots, layers of shirts (i always try not to wear any bulky knitted sweaters as I possibly could), and wrap myself in my pashminas until my face is completely covered. The only thing that can be seen from me is my glasses that often times get fogged from my own breath.

Then, I would have to walk on the street, instead of the sidewalk, trying to avoid the icy frozen ice from 3 weeks ago. While at the same time keeping my eyes open from snow plowers who might not even see me walking down the street - have you not heard any news about people got hit by snow plowers?-

I'm just not excited about it. It hurts me when I see my lovely shoes are ruined because of the salts they are using to melt the ice. (i'm a shoe-freak)
But, what can I do? it's winter. Groundhog day has passed so there's still about 6 more weeks until winter is over. Until the temperature is warming up, I'm going to hibernate in my living room, under my blanket and listen to Franz Ferdinand.