The Best Gift.

Posted by Vania on 6:59 PM
Today is my birthday. FYI.
We got final tests today which is not good signs for a birthday girl.
Well, I thought that my friends would take this as a revenge, since I tricked them all on their birthdays!

Yes, it happened.

So, I had prepared myself, mentally, to get tricked.
I should tell ya, you're a bad secret keeper. I knew that you were coming to my house this afternoon earlier! I closed the doors earlier, so you couldn't come into my house. I'M CRUEL! >:)

But, they successfully took a revenge on me.
But I took a revenge on them too.
So, there were literally, 15 or more people in my (tiny) house. They brought me birthday cake which was soooooo delicious and sweet! :9

 This photo was originally taken by: Stella Cereva

So, they brought me out of the house by a.... good way.
Yenniver: "Van! There's a postman!!!"
Me: "Postman?" (walking out)

Then, Veronica with my water hose sprayed me. I ran away. David tried to pour me with flour but I caught the plastic. Then I 'threatened' them with it, so they are afraid of spraying more water on me.

But still, I was tricked.

There were more than 10 people in my house! How was I supposed to beat them?
They poured me with water, flour, soil, and WORM. The ones I hated the most was soil and worm. They were smelly. Ewww. But I had funnnn! \m/

 These photos were originally taken by: Stella Cereva

I took a revenge on them.
With a water bucket, I sprayed them all with water! They were surprised, and wet of course. I poured some of them with flour.

I caught a glance that my neighbor was looking at me, with those water, flour, soil, and WORM on me. Now you know what people would think about me. LOL

Then, we made our own-made food. It was delicious! :9

After they went home, my long-last best friends came to my house. They brought me an Oreo Cupcake which was sweet and a gift! :)

This might be the best best best birthday I've ever had.

I wish I would have the best years ahead too. (;

I would like to give my big honor and appreciation to:
Stella, David, Cindy, Eveline, CA, Gaby, Tifanny, Yenniver, Veronica, Awang, Steven, Jordy, Jason, Eric, Rio, Stefany, Yesica, Randy,

who actually made the most unforgettable birthday for me.

I wish the others were there too. :(



Posted by Vania on 5:06 PM
For every stoplight I didn't make
Every chance I did or I didn't take
All the nights I went too far
All the girls that broke my heart
All the doors that I had to close
All the things I knew but I didn't know
Thank God for all I missed
Cause it led me here to...

This - Darius Rucker

I love it when music can seriously describe your whole life.
This is one of many songs I might gladly listen to in the morning. It has been in my list.

One day, when (hopefully) I have become a success woman, I swear to myself I would listen to this song and get an instant flashback of all things I've ever done before.



Posted by Vania on 3:26 PM
I don't know why I love putting the question marks behind my titles these days.

My aunt, her friends, and my cousin were here last Friday. I was so excited that I finally got the chance to watch Secondhand Serenade concert. Thank you so much for my lovely cousin. :)

So, again, repeatedly, I was asked by my aunt: "What major are you going to take after school?"

STRIKE. I replied: "Eeeehh.. I. Don't. Know."

My cousin, who is a year younger than me, told us: "I'm going to take the Architecture major after I finished my school."

Damn, why is it so easy for him to make a decision?

I was thinking to have Biology department. I guess it's going to be fun to learn about everything in nature. Well, looking at my Biology scores, I think I need to let the dream go.

My Dad, coercively, pushes me to go to Chemistry Technique major. Compared to my Biology scores, my Chemistry is worse.

So, what to take?

Then, I took some temperament and personality tests, yes, to determine my suitable future job.

The Phlegmatic Melancholy

The Phlegmatic Melancholy is a study in contrasts; usually acceptant of others, the Melancholy secondary type will cause them to be more critical and analytical.  In this case, where a Melancholy might be blatantly critical of someone, a Phlegmatic Melancholy may “hint” or “snipe” or in some other way let you know of their displeasure at your behavior.  This type is the most organized of the Phlegmatics due to the Melancholies organized nature.  This temperament works well in jobs requiring organization and an ability to be acceptant.

The Phlegmatic Melancholy make an excellent administrator; combining the ability to look at and solve problems with an ability to put up with schedules and bureaucracy.  They need a partner or spouse who understands their need to criticize things and people from time to time.

Administrator? Me? I doubt that.

My Dad has ever suggested me to go into Medical School, even he eventually knew my answer would be a BIG NO.

Everybody says: "Follow your heart!"
But my heart actually says nothing. So, who to follow?



Posted by Vania on 3:10 PM
My lucky numbers are 3 and 7.
Well, today is officially 37 days before my birthday. BIRTH. DAY.

I've got a loooooooonnnnnnnggggg list of things I want for my birthday.

1. ABC Murders - Agatha Christie
I've been trying to find this book, but I couldn't find one. I want the original one. No subtitles.

2. Avril Lavigne or Sara Bareilles tickets.
THEY ARE COMING TO INDONESIA THIS MAY! I really wish something punches my parents' heads, then they will allow me to go.

3. The complete set of Robert Ludlum - Jason Bourne books. I can't wait for the next series of the film!

4. MY MILK TOOF BOOK! It's going to be soooo adorable <3

5. A new string thin guitar.

6. Mini unique fridge to be put in my room, so I don't need to go out from my room to find foods or drinks.

7. A peaceful life. :)

Seriously, those are just a small part of my list.



Posted by Vania on 12:34 PM
So, I've just watched this "Invictus" movie. Okay, don't blame me for my lameness.


Invictus - William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under my bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged the punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

One last sentence that I will always remember from Matt Damon a.k.a Francois Pienaar:
"How could he (read: Nelson Mandela) wholeheartedly forgive people who have jailed him for almost 30 years in that very small room?"

That's not exactly what he said. But I guess I got the point. :P

P.S.: Matt Damon looked adorable. <3