She don't got a lot to say, but there's smthg about her.
Hiyaa there, everyone!
My name is Marsha, but people always call me Acha. Hence, my name is Lady A. *i know, i know.
I am currently 19, meaning I am enjoying my last year of ages '1-something'.
I am a dreamy, random girl; a fusion between mature and childish who cannot stop thinking.
I love a lot of things, now watch me rock my world *and probably yours as well.
-Follow me on Twitter! @marshaimaniara
to see the old archives, click the title 'i am riding marsha-go-round'
Please visit my online thrift-shop! :D
Happiness, is having a scratch for every itch.
Time changes everything, even you and I have changed.
Since 2008, Doodleyscratch has been a loyal friend to me. It was always ready to contain my stories, it was the only one that listened without judging me.
However, I believe that in life, we have to make progress.
We need to be always in journey to find the true self; we need improvements as well.
Therefore, I am planning on to make a more serious maintenance of my blog.
As part of a bigger plan in mind, I hereby changed my domain to:
According to Chinese Astrology, I have goat as my sign. It's true that I was born in 1992 (year of monkey), but it was before the Chinese New Year, so I still got goat. (;
Just for fun, I'll post a read of my personality through the goats in general (which I think is pretty accurate about me! :p)
"Caring, thoughtful, and responsible. Always look to make it right. Handle ups and downs well. Trustworthy and gentle. Avoid unnecessary conflicts, and get nervous on unforeseen situations. Enjoy life and are able to see pleasure in things most don't. Have a powerful imagination. A lavish lover. Don't ask for love but deep inside need lots of love and care."
hhas it's (relatively) so me. Especially those in bold. :p
Promise to myself that I won't let it get the best of me,
That's how I want to be
I'm not saying that it's easy,
Especially when I'm moody,
I might be cursing like a sailor till I remind myself I'm better,
Cause words can be like weapons,
Oh and you use them, you regret them,
Oh but I'm not gonna let them take away my heaven
And when I start feeling blue,
I remember to tell myself to,
Think good thoughts
being born a natural over-sensitive, I often let myself be defined by my emotion. watching sad movies (or even happy-ending movies, mind you!), listening to touching music, seeing happy old couple... yes, even simple stuffs like that.
be it sadness, joy, agony, anger, hurt; my emotion comes first. true that I don't always show them, especially the sad and painful, to just about everyone. the heroic reason behind this, of course, is to make sure that people don't have to worry about me. that I don't want to burden people's mind, or steal their precious time. the side reason, in the meanwhile, is that sometimes, owning up weaknesses make them more inevitable. with all these in mind, I am reserved to keep almost everything to myself (and few others with special privilege to some parts of my heart).
I do not want to be weak by showing that I am in pain, or something is bugging me. but instead, by keeping all the negativity inside myself, it weakens me from deep within. and the loved ones closest to me, often get their 'parts' from this over-emotional me. my mother, mbok, my boyfriend, sometimes my soul sister. sometimes they just get a light silence from emotional-me-level-1. sometimes, when the emotional-me-level-2 shows up, they get cold answers. but on the rare occasion when emotional-me-level-XXX shows up (not to mention when the 'monthly-guest' shows up in the same time), they can get completely irrational behavior from me. be it harsh talk, angry outburst, unexpected tears.
like what's been said in the song, 'words can be like weapons'. when I am surrounded with negativity, I can use words without thinking. not necessarily cursing words like 'sh*t' or 'f*ck'. just regular vocabulary, but with 'admirable' accuracy and acuity, accompanied with 'admirably' acute tone, that's able to hurt someone. yes, words I cannot take back. words and tones I can only regret right afterwards. for the shortest of moments it feels satisfying, to launch those knife-sharp words. it humors the anger inside me. it feeds the negativity inside me. at the cost of hurting my loved ones. I have made my mother cried when we had this huge fight back then, you see.
have you ever felt such things? have you ever experienced that yourself?
I think everyone has, at least once. or if you have not, you probably will. (or maybe that's just something I come up with to comfort myself).
Well, the song above (Think Good Thoughts by Colbie Caillat) holds the answer. especially to me. every time I feel negativity creeps in, I always try to think good thoughts. when those evil words and tones crawl up to my head, ready to launch, I shut my lips tight and think happy thoughts. silence is better at times like this. it serves the time needed to resort my thoughts.
It is not easy, I assure you. but what's life, without the journey to find the true self? The true self with unlimited potentials, unlimited good's, ready to unleash. I may fail here and there. I may fall down. I may lose the battle once or twice. but (hopefully I'll always remember this), I will not stop. I will not let negativity takes the better of me (especially at the cost of hurting my loved ones).
I will think good thoughts.
I'm not saying that it's easy,
Especially when I'm moody,
I might be cursing like a sailor till I remind myself I'm better,
We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure--full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.
Hey there, people!
I'm baaack :D
And with a more cheerful post, absolutely.
Enough stress in this world already.
Tonight, I'm gonna tell you guys about the garage sale my best friends and I threw.
It's called 'The Maria's Daughters' Garage Sale'.
First, meet the Maria's Daughters.
maya-monik-marsha (triple M :p)
We are three girls who've become best friends since junior high school, and happen to have (our own) mothers, who share the same name: 'Maria'.
So there goes our name: The Maria's Daughters. :D
Oh, and a lot of people think that we're practically real sisters because (they say) we look so alike. especially with our (petite) body figures who are just about the same.
We decided to throw a garage sale, in the first place because of my college tuition issue.
These two amazing girls have been soo amazingly kind. They're both having their holidays and they find the time to help me figuring that out.
Here are some pics of the three days garage sale! (;
And, all in all, it went pretty well.
Some of the money we collected will be going to my college tuition, and that's all because of the Maria's Daughters!
So, thanks, thanks, thanks, to you, Monik and Maya.
I can never thank you enough *hugsssss*
And also thanks to those who have come and helped as well: Jessica F., Gavin, Adelia C., Inez A., and those I cannot name one by one.
I'm eternally thankful!
May God always bless you all.. (':
just ignore the previous post.
oh God, it's so lame. o.O
|| 12:24:00 AM
there are many kinds of interactions and relationships between people.
as someone who gets to listen to a lot of stories on it, and as someone who's on the ride herself, there are so much to learn.
for instance, from sharing with one of my close girl friend, i found out that i'm not the only one who sometimes feels insecure about myself and my relationship. a friend of mine told me that she is in the process of improving her relationship with her boyfriend. she is trying to be less jealousy when her boyfriend hangs out with his close friends, some of which are girls. she's been struggling, because she loves her boyfriend so much that she plucks up her courage to confront herself, to admit that she is jealousy, and try to control her attitude towards it.
as for me, i experience quite a similar experience, but quite different.
on one hand, i'm not a jealousy type. i don't mind my boyfriend hanging out with his friends. sometimes i do feel left out when he forgets to text me, or reply my text msgs. but other than that, i have no problem at all.
but, on the other hand, a few times i found out that this or that girl has fallen for my boyfriend. a few times i feel put aside as my boyfriend spends time with his other close friends, some of which are girls, especially when i know something is up from the other side. and even worse, when i have to read things i'd rather not know on twitter.
but, no matter how afraid or worried i can be, i have never told him, and will never ever tell him, not to hang out with his friends. it's just not my thing. i'm trying my best not to let my fear controls me. rather, i want me to control my attitude.
yes, sometimes a selfish part of me wants to keep my boyfriend only for me, so that he would be safe from those who want to take him away from me. but every time that horrible thought appears, luckily, the better part of me always wins.
the thing is, i love him. so much that what I care the most is his happiness.
the thing is, he is such an amazing man that it would be a sin to keep him away from the world.
the thing is, he's sooo amazing that the world's got to see his light.
I want him to fly high, to rise, to soar; while praying and hoping that he will still remember to come home to me.
but, realizing these things doesn't necessarily mean that my fear completely disappears.
i still fear the possibility that he can someday walk away. that i can someday walk away.
being with him helps me to expand my heart.
to make sure that it is big enough, and brave enough, and trusting enough, to let him soar high and believe that he'll come home to me.
to make sure that it is big enough, and brave enough, and trusting enough, to really know that i love him, and he loves me - just like what he always reminds me when sometimes i get my anxiety attack (i actually don't let him know about me worrying this, but it seems that we can read each other's mind and emotion - so, no point in hiding anything, actually).
previously this night, i had my anxiety attack.
i felt left out because he was suddenly missing without even a warning while i knew that he was spending time with his friends and a particular person i'm often afraid about. this happened just by the time i have a fever and three of my best friends came to me to share their problems.
from one perspective, i'm glad they came to me. they really helped me to be stronger. for them, i pushed myself to be strong. yes, for these people that i love. and in the end, i did become stronger.
it's true, what people say, that sparing time to help people when you're having your own problem can help you become stronger.
it's true what people say, that when smiling and being strong for yourself is almost impossible, it's always easier to smile and be strong for others you love.
by listening to the stories of three of my best friends, accompanying them, assuring them that they'll be fine, that they have me to share their burden with, especially this one bestest friend of mine, i managed to keep my sanity and emotion checked. that way, i can remember that what matters most is that he's happy and i believe in him.
i know my post tonight is most likely incoherent, and that my grammar is probably awful, and that the vocabs might be dull. i can't think right, i feel really cold while i'm actually feverish. i feel light headed and horribly weak. i just need to write to channel my thoughts.
oh God, this is getting nowhere hhas
ANYWAYYY. to my best friendM, i'm terribly sorry for your loss. i'm sure she's happy now beside our Heavenly Father. :* be strong.. *hugss* to my best friendJ, don't worry too much, dear. you have nothing to fear. believe me. have faith, and you'll be all right. *hugssss* you know you can text me whenever you need distraction, right? (; and last but not least, to my best friendA, my sister from another mother; you will be fine. i know you're not right now (denial just hurts even more), but you will be. and remember, always remember, you have me to share your burden with. i'm there with you. and remember your promise to me! 'belajar dgn gembira!', knowingly that it will take you further in life. (;
gosh, i have no idea what the focus of this post is.
all i know for now is i want a good sleep tonight. *sniff up my runny-nose, curl under my blanket*
hi, everyone! :D we meet again.
today i'm gonna tell you just a liiiittle bit about a surprise i gave Y for his birthday yesterday (26.07.11).
as you might have noticed, the last three days i've been posting different pics for this occasion. and also, i've been busy preparing everything for that special day.
i got him four presents, with different meanings.
three of them act as roots and tops:
1. a frame with pictures of his family, with an inscription that said 'Family'.
2. a mug with a shape of a fat grandmother; this is a symbol of me (a nickname between me and him: i am nenek / grandmother, and he is kakek / grandfather).
3. a custom-made binder i made for him to use in college. the front cover consisted of motivational quotes, the back cover had a 'that's all' picture, and on the inside, there are a few pages consisting of various pics of me and him, his friends from junior high and high school, and also of course his family. this is a symbol of education, hard work, success, with the people who will support him in achieving them.
these roots/tops symbolize three things that had supported him. and hopefully, he would not forget his roots. (: while on the same time, they also symbolize 'the top': the success to achieve and to whom his achievements would mean so much.
and the last of the four acts as a fertilizer. the fourth gift are sheets for his bed in the dorm (for college). hopefully this will make the growing process there easier. (:
i also made him a home-made pudding cake. this is a new recipe i made especially for him, because he likes sour and sweet foods. i called it: Strawberry Yogurt Creme Pudding. (x hhas
so on D-Day, about 08.30 AM i got on a cab, aboard (:p) to his house in Gading Serpong.
i didn't tell him i was coming. we just had normal conversation via SMS.
when i got to his house, i asked (politely, of course) to the cab driver if he had a cellphone. i explained to the nice man that i was giving a surprise to someone, and i needed to text him from a different number (pretending to be a man from Maryland Gifts and Cakes that wanted to drop off some packages for him).
but unfortunately, the cab driver forgot to bring his cellphone with him that day, so i had to find a cellular center that sold new numbers.
with the new number installed, i started to text him, and even asked the cab driver to talk on the phone with him. apparently, Y didn't seem to sniff that something was wrong. :p
so Y asked me (though he did not know it was me) to come to his music school instead, and we did so. (the cab driver was proven to be a really kind co-conspirator :p)
we waited for Y to arrive at the music school for about half an hour and then his text msg arrived. he had touched down.
and so i paid the cab driver, gave him a tip, said thousands of thanks, and brought the cake and the gifts to the venue.
the rest of the story is rather clear. Y seemed really surprise and didn't know what to say hhas pinky (the administrator of the music shool) and his mom cheered for him. and we had the rest of the day together happily. after spending the whole day together, Y brought me home (my home, to be precise) and spent a few hours with me and my family. :'D
okay i am experiencing some kinda loss of words hhas i think some things are just too good that they can only be lived on, not written about. :p or maybe it's just me who's not that good a writer hhas
yeaaah in short we had a really great day together.
and i feel really touched and happy that it made him happy as well, that it meant just as much to him (x
this was posted as his FB status:
"thx all for the wishes! esp 'Achaa' Marsha XXX yang ud seharian nemenin dari jm 9 pagi lbh smp jm 9 mlm lebih sm2.. (x trimakasih buat pura2 jadi supir taksi, buat cake yoghurt buatannya ny yang enak (wlpun dia ga pernah masak hehe), dan buat hadiah nya foto mug binder seprai! you should have worked so much on it.. thanks1000x acha. really appreciate it.. (: i love you girlfriend!"
:'D happy 19th birthday, Y !
PS. i'm finally doing something about my college tuition.
my friends and i will be throwing a garage sale from this thurs to saturday! here's the poster.
please do visit, we'll be thrilled to have you! (x
till we meet again!
may the force be with you! Godbless (:
HAPPY B'DAY KECOAKMAN!
Hippsy Blastday my dearest Yoseph Neil Sanmikha :*
"I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you want to go, And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window, If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,
But more than anything, more than anything, My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but ya never forget, All the ones who love you, in the place you left, I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, And you help somebody every chance you get, Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake, And you always give more than you take.
But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything, My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish.
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish.
This is my wish I hope you know somebody loves you May all your dreams stay big..."
-Song: My Wish by Rascal Flatts
i'll give my OWN wishes to you directly.
but on this very page, let me just say, hippsy blastday, sweetheart.
may you always be blessed and be a blessing.
i'm proud of you, always have been and always will be. i love you (:
i am me.
i love morning sunlight and blue skies.
i love shape-guessing clouds, i love stargazing.
i am really afraid of ghosts. and unfortunately in this case, i am highly imaginative - i can become a tad bit oversensitive to sounds, and start imagining shadows and things; especially after watching horror movies.
i am very random.
i overthink things.
i love pink and yellow and fuchsia and purple.
i REALLY love ice cream, especially cookies and cream.
i love french fries and chicken nugget.
i hate fatty, springy foods such as pork.
i often refer my life situation to those in dramas.
i really love daydreaming and imagining things.
i want to try to live in a flower, under the sea, underground, in a hollow tree, in an anthill, in the outer space, in an igloo.
i like to sing and dance in the bathroom.
well, actually i like to sing and dance just about everywhere.
i like to play and sing with my hairdryer - put it in front of my face and it will have two different functions: a microphone and a blower. presto, i'm at my own concert.
i like having some me-time. i even need it.
i like talking to myself. mostly in english.
i love reading and picturing what i read.
i really like giving out hugs to people. i think hugs are one of the most precious gifts you can give to someone. it makes you (or me, at the very least) feel warm, safe... and wanted. and loved.
i am a tad bit over-emotional. i cry reading a good book, i cry watching a good movie, i even started to cry when my boyfriend's grandma started talking about eating dogs. oh and i even couldn't help crying when my boyfriend refused to stop tickling me. well...
i love animals, especially the fluffy ones like penguins, polar bears, hippo...
i especially love dogs. oh, and elephants for their kind eyes.
i like inventing and playing with funny sounds such as munyu, ponyo, nyuu, nyaa, haiyanya etc. i can be obsessed with them for some times and then switch to the new ones.
i love wearing classic clothes.
i love swings, and snow domes, and music boxes.
i really love christmas.
i also like holy month Ramadhan (i am not a Moslem, but i really like the atmosphere of holy month Ramadhan).
i love opening up presents, but will be extra careful not to rip them wrappings. it will break my heart if i accidentally rip the cute ones.
i love watching random people. i love guessing what's on their mind, what's going on in their life, how it feels like to be them. sometimes i even forget how rude it is to stare.
i really love listening to people's story. i'd rather listen to a hundred stories than to tell my own story.
i am naturally quite introvert. the more attached i am to someone, the more open and childish i can be with them. that's because i'm letting my guards down.
i really hate it when i hurt people, both intentionally and unintentionally.
when i really love someone, i can love them so much that it comes to the point where all that matters is their happiness. where i feel like i would do anything, even sacrifice my own happiness, if that makes them happy.
it takes me really long to learn to say 'no' to people.
i love being cuddled.
i love being carried. i sometimes like being fed. :p
i still love balloons and making bubbles.
i still enjoy naming things; even the balloons i got from pizza hut. (i named them Jose Orenho and Yellow Band).
i can't live without emoticons. i always use them to make things less serious or scary. and the consequences? well, sometimes if i get text messages from people without emoticons, i will think that they are angry or bored with me.
i'm really awkward meeting new people, but most of the time i push myself to 'man-up' and give them a big grin. i pretend to be confident and i end up that way.
i really love giving praises. i really do. sometimes people think that i'm just doing that as an act of ass-kissing. or formality. or out of pity. well..? whatever. i really love giving them for the sake of praises itself. nothing else. i just find a healthy dose of praises never hurts.
i like 'collecting' quotes. and using them as references in situations.
i can't lie that i tend to care about what people think about me. it really hurts my feelings when i find out that someone's actually thinking bad of me.
i can be really superstitious. i believe that saying negative words, or telling good news that i'm not sure of yet, would jinx it.
i am ALL about marriage. i love imagining about it. enough said. :p
i always try to build connection and maintain communication with myself. to discover more about myself, to learn more, to improve, to understand, to love.
i love oldies music. i like jazz, i like blues, i like bossa nova, i like old pop.. and i think that louis armstrong's voice is the definition of 'delicious'.
it really means a lot to me when my mom said things like 'you're really are your dad's daughter. you have just his sense of music / way of thinking / etc..' as simple as they may be, they still mean a lot. it makes me feel a bit closer to him. (that's why i can also relate to harry potter, hanging to those moments when people tell him 'he has his mother's eyes' or 'he looks just like his father')
when almost every other girl is crazy about chocolate, well, i'm not so into it. i love ice cream better.
i love shopping and buying things for other people. it really is more satisfying.
i think, sometimes my motto can get up to the notch of 'perfect or nothing'. i have to be good at the thing i'm working in, or nothing at all. that's why sometimes i demand so high a standard from myself.
i still love barbie. and dolls. and stuffed animals.
when i am waiting for someone and i don't want to look stupid, i pretend to be busy telephoning people. (while the truth is i have no credit left to make a phone call). now you know.
when i am suspicious about something you do, or when i feel unhappy about your wrong-doing, i will give you a (suspicious/threatening) squint.
i loooove a hot shower. sometimes i pretend to be in a movie shoot, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, head down between my knees like crying, and let the water pour down on me. of course when i am in a deep agony i will do that for real as well.
when i was a kid, i wished to be a detective, a scientist, a vet...
i still secretly wish to try a 'hollywood life'. you know, how it's like to live in the limelight.
i still (insist on) believe(ing) that there's a magical world, like that in harry potter; that i will be able to visit it someday. oh and/or the magical world like in barbie movies.
i love collecting cinema tickets, memorable bus tickets, photographs, little notes from the past. memories.
i really don't want to live without the people i love: my family, my friends, Y, my dogs... added on july 21st, 2011 at 01.20 PM: i just realized something. of course practically my dogs are not people. but they kinda are to me. (;
i have already named my kids. and planned what the house will look like. and how we (my future husband and i) will raise them.
i really want to work for humanity when i graduate.
i want to live a happy and fruitful life, with no regret on my deathbed...
now that is long. when i started this, i didn't expect it to come this far, sorry :p
well... i guess i am still this little girl who believes that her life is a fairy tale... or no, scratch that - rather, a good novel.
i believe my life will be like a good novel.
it will have an amazing story in it; not perfect - just... strangely familiar, and inspiring, and touching, and moving, to the hearts of those who read it.
and like every good novel, hopefully when it ends, those who've read it will feel they're losing a best friend. (: i hope.
i've been meaning to post something about harry potter.
especially when the last 'the end' would be around really soon.
harry potter, both books and movies, have been accompanying me, since i was just this little kid, until now.
and boy, does it not thrill my heart any less.
inside, i'm still a child who believes in it, longing for it to be true, to enter the magical world of harry potter for real; who still checks if the cat in front of my dorm room is mcgonagall, checking up on me; or who still hopes for hagrid to come and tell me ive been accepted into Hogwarts.
hhas i can't write any longer.
like i said, i've been meaning to post something about harry potter for like sooo long.
but everytime i try to, tears just welling in my eyes and i can't go on hhas
so, i hope these pics below (i do not own them) will show how much i feel about harry potter.
this might be the end of an era, but this is never the end of the magic.
for it lives on, inside everyone of us, as long as we still believe.
yeah well.. but anyway...
thanks JK Rowling, for bringing that magical world into ours. (':
5 signs of spoiled dog and that you need cesar millan
10.7.11 || 1:13:00 PM
she thinks it's appropriate to lie on the couch and occupy all the space so that YOU have nowhere to sit.
and that's not all. she really thinks it's major fun to lie on the couch, not giving YOU any space to sit, AND dominate the telly!
she thinks it's okay to chew and chew and chew her toy bone on the bed. yeah don't mind the saliva.
she enjoys (not) watching you playing the sims 3 on your laptop, decides to sleep with her head on the desk, making it impossible to fold it when YOUR eyes have felt all watery and YOU need some sleep.
she considers sleeping in your room, and yeah, in your bed, with your blanket and pillow, necessary. otherwise she would start protesting and no one could get to sleep. uh-huh, uh-huh.
but THAT is not all.
she also likes to sit on your lap, likes to be pet (and will actually nudge you if you stop), likes to be massaged, and when she's feeling like it, she would refuse to eat from her bowl by herself, but rather ask me (yeah, just me - not my mom or si mbok) to feed her with my hands or to hold her bowl. *rolling eyes.
hhas and yes, you just met my dearest prissy, fatty, baby girl dog (well no, she's not a baby - she's 1 yr and a half), DIPSY. (; hhas you're one lucky brat, i love you too much!
on the other note, let me post some pics of my holiday. :DD
these are the pics when my friends and i went to Sebastian's Coffee Shop (a cafe owned by my friend, Caesa) on June 25th.
1) i love them, like, a lot!
2) stoopid face :p
3) sulky face! (manyun, manyun)
4) just me making cute face HAHA
5) saranghaeyo! (btw those are stitch's paws, a late birthday present from us to monik - aren't they cute!)
6) making davin's dream come true: chinese mafia got some booties uh-huh, uh-huh
7) souvenirs from caesa for us! she went to Disneyland Hongkong and got us some uber cute key chains (x
8) my EPIC FAIL sensual face. GRAAAAA they all make fun of me for this. can you believe it???! *sure you can -.-"
hhas anyway i had a great, great day with you guys! me love you much! (*･∀･)／♡＼(･∀･*)
these are the pics when Y and I went to Mall Taman Anggrek! :DD
1) woohooo! ice skating! this was the first time for Y and he looked uber cute when he teetered around the rink! (x although sometimes it got scary when he grabbed me to avoid falling down. :p
2) he looked so happy when eating yeaa? :p
3) the Strawberry-Taro Mint Frozen Yoghurt with Fresh Strawberry, Kiwi, Mango, and Nata de Coco from Sour Sally that I bought him cause he said he wanted something fresh :p and a lil love note on the tissue along with it (*^^*)
4) waiting for taxi home :DD
i had a great, no, amazing, no, SUPER amazing day that day, thanks sayanggg.. (う˘▿˘)ε˘と)
hhas i guess that's all from me for now :DD
i'll see you again soon!
have a great holiday / good luck for exams / some fun at work / etc. etc. etc. you! hhas
LOTTA LOTTA LOTTA LOVE :*