Request of the Day!!

I recently listen to this song.. Just another easy listening song..

Lady Antebellum - Need You Now

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

woah woaaah.

Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all

It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

I just need you now (wait)

Ooo, baby, I need you now

Kebayagenic?!

One day, my friend told me that I’m a kebayagenic. Since there were many others genic like photogenic, jauhgenic, gelapgenic, bla bla bla… She considers me as a kebayagenic! Well, I just can not decide whether it is a compliment or an insult. But then, I’d rather choose it as a compliment! Haha..

In fact, I only have two.. errr.. three.. no no it’s four kebayas. Yahh, it’s only four, not much. For me, wearing kebaya is like being a Princess who walking perfectly with her most luxurious ball gown combined with her killer heels which usually happened in the Disney movie. It’s fancy and glamorous. Coz it’s wear on the very special occasion only.

I remember I had my very first kebaya just for my senior high graduation. Sound late for a girl having her first own kebaya at that age, huh? Besides, I (still) thought that my first kebaya was the cutest one while my mom called as the screwy one..

My latest occasion I had for wearing kebaya was in the last April, at my sister’s wedding. I kinda love that kebaya so much!! I feel like a woman when wearing it, a “real woman”.

Here they are my portfolio pictures which wearing kebaya…

cheers,

tikapoetri

The Price of Beauty

Some people said that beauty is painful and expensive, i do said that. I remembered reading a quote from twitter "Boys, if you think women are beautiful since her birth then u've got wrong, coz women need an extra time, extra effort and of course extra money to be as beautiful as u see now."

Let me tell you my own story about this "extra time, extra effort and extra money"

Since I have a sensitive skin face, I just couldn't use a beauty mass product sold in the markets, even using the famous brand and the expensive one. This kind of skin was force me to meet someone with 'SpKK' as his/her academic title, put behind his/her name.

So, here I am, became a member in one of the fanciest skin clinic in Jakarta (should I proud? I don't think so...).
As a worker, I only have my weekend to consult to my skin doctor, which is in Saturday, coz the clinic is off in Sunday. And because mostly of the clinic member are just like me -which is a worker- then they will come to the clinic in the same day as I come -which is in Saturday- so believe me, in Saturday this clinic will definitely become f**ing crowded!!
If it is not for beauty, I swear to God, I will never ever coming there again...

Don't ask me about the time when I should leave my dormitory to go there.
coz the answer will be an half and hour earlier compare to the time I usually go to the office!
Don't ask me about the time I should spend in there.
coz the answer will be 5-6 hours for 10 minutes consultation only!!!
(Came 1 hour before the clinic open in order to get the 'lucky" number; 2 hours waiting for consultation, and another 2 hours to pay and get those creams & capsules).
Don't ask me about what they do with my face in there.
coz the answer will be they hurt me physically!!
And, don't even try to ask me about the money I spend in there.
coz the answer will be IDR500k up to IDR1 mio per month!! (for me, it's a lot) Damn it!!

Then, beauty is painful and expensive, isn't it?? :p

Well yeah, i do believe that God create a human especially a women with their own beauty. Beauty is a gift, but also can be a curse at the same time (depend how u use it).

Just remember one thing girls, don't be the ones with the greatest looks, but with a terrible personality and no brain.

Beauty must be a package with Brain and Behavior!!

cheers,
tikapoetri

Quarter Life Crisis

I got this quote from my friend, and after finished read it, the only sentence came from my mouth was "damn it's true, it's soooo me, suffered a QLC"!!!!




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It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realising that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realising that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.

What you don't recognise is that they are realising that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job ... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realise that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realise that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better.

Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap.

Getting wasted and acting like an idiot don't seem as fun.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.

We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

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cheers,
tikapoetri

Writing as an Art

I consider 'writing' as an art. A bunch of "beautiful-logic-funny-touch" word chains should be made to satisfy your readers. As my main job (as a corporate credit analyst at one of the
private bank in Indonesia) is writing, then writing become a MUST instead of a CHOICE!! (Should I grateful for this? Yes, of course i should ;D).

Well, it is not about my job that I would like to talk about this time.
It's about the 'writing as an art'.
Writing something which totally different that I ever made, it's writing my life.

I swear to God, I'm not a good writer! I even didn't have that sense!
Sense to feel my drama life and ended up by deliver to a clean paper or an electronic post, like I (try) do now. I prefer reading than writing :)

But............just like affected by magic, things have changed!!
I suddenly was dying to writeeeeee!!

Write something that really just a thing. Not a big thing.
Write something about my silly, curious, 'u think who the hell are u' thoughts, not writes a credit proposal that I have circulate to the credit
committee in order to get approval for giving loan amounted USD20 mio,
USD50 mio bla bla bla..... to the prospected debtors, by this week!!
(so sorry boss, honestly, sometimes it's killing me :p)

I know it's not a coincidence. This passion to write came after I read a blog owned by one of the friend of mine. She is a good writer and it's inspiring me...

Well, this will be my very first post in my very first blog owned by me.
Hope, it"s not only "a short term passion".

cheers,
tikapoetri