2:28:00 AM
listening to: tohpati - kehidupan

This kind of instrumental music makes me sentimental. Very.
The right sentences to go along with this song would be...
Once, I loved, and I gave so much love to this love, you were the world to me.
Once I cried at the thought I was foolish and proud and let you say goodbye.
See how sentimental that is. Not healthy. After 23 years passed by, I am still a dreamer at heart...

On another note, I didn't know furnitures can be so much of a hassle. After all, I have never had any furnitures, except for a bedside stand and a cast iron mirror I brought from Pennsylvania. This is my first time moving into an unfurnished apartment. Yeah, I just got the apartment last Tuesday. After picking up my mom at the airport (fresh from Indonesia), we drove to Pasadena and checked out two apartments to choose the best unit that they have. The name of the apartment I chose? Alexan City Place *pokes Alexa* My apartment unit is a very nice one bedroom with a loft, located on the top floor (hence the cathedral ceiling), with a great view of Old Town Pasadena.

And so I went on a shopping spree. For furnitures, that is. I bought a queen bed, found a nice sectional sofabed, got some linens. I just finished moving my stuff: part 1. I was being impractical by not having my sofa delivered, thus the hassle of moving it in by ourselves (3 guys and myself). It was very, VERY heavy, I tell you. Definitely will have future furnitures delivered, no matter how long it will take.

As I had predicted, I didn't move in to the new apartment right away. It will take some time until all of my belongings are transported there. Not to mention the need to get some more furnitures. Tables, chairs, bookrack, etc. Packing is the part that I hate the most. I'll probably will start packing again tomorrow. Right now I'm just too exhausted from having been working hard all day long and from having had sleep deprivation since Tuesday. Sleep is all I need... and maybe with a sweet dream :)

7:21:00 AM
The most recent update about my life...
I'm currently looking for a (new) apartment in Pasadena. I desperately want to move out of this place.
{translation:
1. the tiny loft out of nowhere whose owners (old couple/seniors next door) don't like me because I have my own life and they feel I should be excessively polite and live by their strict rules and old-fashioned way of life.
2. the then-small-but-nice living space (townhouse with 2 bedrooms; I occupy the small one) I had been in by myself when suddenly not-so-nice strangers who cannot think logically and do not know proper American way of life moved to the master bedroom (fresh from Indonesia) since a month ago and problems kept arising from then.}

And so... it seems that this is the perfect time to move out. I cannot stand it and nor does my family. My mom is coming (again; for the third time this summer) this Tuesday, and she will choose the best apartment with me. She doesn't want to stay in this very place where I'm struggling to keep my patience in, not even for a single night. We will move the day after we sign the lease, if not sooner. My brother said, "I'm so glad I'm out of that suffocating place!" on the day he left for Indonesia after a 5-week vacation (visiting his dear sister :3).

That's all for now. I still have 2-month worth of stories. It will be written in good time :)

5:33:00 AM
In the mean time, something to occupy your precious time:
1. Photos of family & friends taken at the Los Angeles international airport.
2. Photos of Fiona's graduation celebration. A friend of mine from the Catholic youth of LA/Orange county.

5:23:00 AM
It's been a while, isn't it? :)
Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been literally busy with so many things. Actually this has been going on since early June.
Family taking turns in visiting (more like overlapping than taking turns :P).
Problems to take care of.
Places to go to.
Stuff to do almost all the time, leaving me with little time to relax.
Almost no time to write, as much as I want to. Or more like, I haven't really been in the mood to write, given the situation and condition, mentally and physically. I'll elaborate more about that later.

Right now, I'm busy helping a friend with his subtitling project. Translating from English to Indonesian, which, as I recall, is not as easy as I thought. More like, pretty difficult and time consuming. The requirements make it harder, such as a certain limit of characters per line, and, the hardest of it all, the language used being "correct". A note for non-Indonesians: there are all types of Indonesian language. From the very-correct-and-formal one, to the slang-type everyday-language. Not to mention there are also all kinds of dialects. I'm not gonna go into those. But all in all, you don't use "correct" Indonesian in your daily life. You use that for your thesis or term paper or school project. And this is one of the very few occassions in my life to use the "correct" Indonesian. Challenging? Well, not really. Above all, my vocabularies of the two languages (English & Indonesian) seem to have developed.

More stories to come. Now is time to get back to work.