it's kinda normal....

it's kinda normal....
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal
normal

I just overreacted
I am the one who is 'abnormal'
I expect things differently and things do not meet my expectation

just go with the flow
flow
flow
flow
flow
flow
flow
flow

no need to make a big fuss about it
it's a small thing
small thing
small
small
small
small
normal
normal
normal

ps. today Italy vs Spain!! Thanks Nyz and Pril! :P

dear ferninda,
can you please be normal?
can you please be more understanding?
and be more mature?
and be flexible?
be more patient please...
and learn to say things nicely
(my goodness, this is definitely not my skill)
say what you want to say 'properly'

psychologically, self-talk is useful :):)

Time for yourself

So here I am..
chatting..
facebooking and stalking people..
writing blog again..finally! :)

I guess it's always good to spare some time for yourself, so you can reflect and internalize 'stuff', so you don't feel like you're always rushing here and there.

Time for yourself..
the danger of giving too much time to myself is falling into idleness, laziness, and at the end, sadness, because of the silence.
Let's reflect some stuff about working life.
I do think working life makes you 'older'. It doesn't necessarily mean you'll be more mature, but the 8hour-air conditioned room, lack of interaction with people, 8hour-in front of laptop, make me feel older than my actual age. Hahaha.
I know that every job can't be separated from paper work, but for me, personally, I want the fieldwork proportion to be larger than the paperwork part. I'm looking forward to meeting people!Ah by the way, I'm working as Research Assistant. My project is on bilingualism.
Oh another by the way, Research Assistant is not a well-paid job. Well, according to my mom's mathematics, actually I'll be paid very well considering the 4-working-day requirement, but my first impression was I can't stop comparing myself with my roommate, or whoever my friend who are paid higher. I SMS my mom, "No wonder people laughed at me when I chose psychology. You are not even a psychologist yet even though you study psychology. Moreover, unlike people who graduate from engineering, you are paid lower."
then I hit my own head after that (imagine only, not seriously hit my head, hahaha), I shouldn't think like that...
ya..I knew it..I knew it that I want to have ideals and follow this ideal..it's not about the good salary..
remember your dream, Ferninda. Remember, ok? :)

Candi Borobudur

This was my third time visiting Candi Borobudur, but it's always as amazing as before.Nothing much to talk about Candi Borobudur. Ohhh,..I would say that the guide spoke good English :)

The most frequently captured scene, but I can't take a good shot :P

Mr Guide: take panorama picture from here...

Arghhhh..got  Daryl there!!hahaha

Gua Maria Tritis

Hello..here is the long awaited story about Gua Maria Tritis, the most memorable shrine that I visited last May. It might not be as elaborately decorated like shrines in Europe, but the fact that this shrine is a natural cave really makes this shrine special. The journey to this shrine from the centre of Yogyakarta takes around 3 hours through mountainous area. One of our friends got motion sickness because of the never-ending-turning-road. The shrine was built in 1974.

The place was very quiet. To reach the shrine, you can choose either to take shortcut and park your car near the top, or you can do way of the cross from below. Along the way, there were old ladies offering us to rent their umbrellas. They kept following us even though we said we didn't want, but they didn't ask for money at the end.

death

Hi. Long time no see. Let me write a quick post now.
Last week my friend's mom passed away and last night my mom's friend passed away. There's something different this time. I felt close to both of them. I have not met my friend's mom, but the fact that she is MY FRIEND's mom, not my mom's friend's mom, made me feel close with the person who passed away. And for the case of mom's friend, I just met him last month. I thank God that my mom strongly insisted that I had to meet him when I was in Jogja.

I'm sad...
I mean..he's my mom's good friend. When our families went to Jogja when I was secondary school, he was the one who brought us around. When my grandma passed away, Om Petrus (my mom's friend) came all the way from Jogja to help us. He was the one helping me to write an English essay for a competition when I was high school. I sometimes can't believe that I just met him LAST MONTH, though I knew he was already very sick at that time.

Sometimes it's scary...
You grow up and the people around you are growing old. When I hugged my grandma last month, I hoped God grant her health and long life and I pray that when the day comes, I want to be with her.