ciwidey and a bathtub full of hot water

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    Last weekend, I went to Ciwidey with my classmates (which means that Mr Boyfriend went too). We stayed in two cottages with a spring water pool in front of them. We’re still having the wet season here in Bandung, but luckily, it was sunny during the two days we stayed there. It was sunny but Ciwidey was still very cold, especially in the night. But at least the water was hot. I spent half an hour in the bathtub, enjoying the warmth whilst thinking about a lot of things.

    I found it quite funny that I didn’t really enjoy the holiday, except for the hot water. It was fun, really. But somehow I didn’t want to stay any longer there. Something ruined the fun I should’ve been having there.

    It was sunny but my mind was cloudy.

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

    15 May 2012

    ginger dx

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    After weeks of talking about it, Vicky and I finally got the guts to upgrade our Eclair X8 to the custom ROM of Gingerbread, Ginger DX. After successfully installing it on my phone, the internet wasn’t working and I didn’t know why. Custom ROMs usually have bugs on them, but based on what we had learnt from all the articles we’d read, internet connection wasn’t one of the bugs. I freaked out, but then Vicky came up with a solution that we should change the settings for the internet and… voila!

    And since my phone now has Android 2.3, I’m able to have an Instagram account. Follow me! 🙂

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

    10 May 2012

    almost

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    It just crossed my mind tonight while talking to a friend via YM. ‘Almost’ sometimes hurts badly. Like when you get an 89 points for a B, when all you need is just one more point to get an A. You almost get an A, but you don’t. It hurts way more than getting a C straightforwardly.

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

    8 May 2012

    “i am not pretty. i am not beautiful.”

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    Throughout these years, I have come to be used to say thank you and not let it go inside my head whenever someone says that I’m pretty. Because I know that I’m not that pretty. And sometimes it’s hard to decide whether they really mean to compliment me or if they’re just being sarcastic.

    But when it comes to you, when you’re the one who says that I’m beautiful, I fall for it. I blush. I can’t say thank you and walk away like I usually do. It goes straight into my head and creates a smile on my face.

    You might not believe it, but it gives me an additional reason to wake up in the morning and smile foolishly at the mirror. Really. You really did this to me.

    And you know what? I love you. I really do.

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

    7 May 2012