One writer's block

Hey hey, for the sake of giving myself a great time this weekend, I gathered the most interesting artist of all season in American Idol, my version. Hahahahaha. Ok, lame, I know, but I can't help it. That's what you got after you watching the show for like 6 episodes in a row. So here they are, in no sequence whatsoever. . . . . *thinking hard* . . . . Okay here we go. Adam Lambert This guy is the best performer ever in the history of American Idol, my version. Every single song he sang is always crazy, with his extremely high notes and gothic-rocker style. I adore every single piece he sang in season 8 and I was pretty sure he would be the winner out of that season. Too bad (or maybe not?) that he ended up as the runner-up, but that's OK for me cause he only lose to Kris Allen, another favorite of mine. The best song from him that I like is Mad World . Chris Daughtry Well, I have not heard of this guy, at least not until top 5 in American Idol. And now, after being the f

Move on with the current interest of mine. P.A.S.T.A. Oh how I love the main actor in this KDrama ever since he played the distant cousin in Coffee Prince back in 2007. At one scene in Coffee Prince, he was singing to the main actress at Coffee Prince (Yoon Eunhye) and I instantly felt head over heels with this man. Huhuhuhuhu, the best thing about him is his smile, his annoyingly wicked yet genuine smile. Aaaw, he doesn’t even fall into pretty boy category yet I infatuated strongly with Lee Seon kyun. I was /that/ crazy about this guy, I actually broken-hearted when he got married. But on top of that, I still adore his pre-wedding photos. Aaaargh, he’s so sweet… Hmmpff, okay. Enough with that fan-girl moment, on with the review. Pasta will strongly reminded you of Hell’s Kitchen, a gruesome (and loud) chef with his mean demeanor and bunch of sous-chef, line cook, commie, etc and pretty much food. Err, more like nouvelle cuisine with its tiny proportion and expensive price. This series

I think I should have known that I always fond of cards, birthday cards, Christmas cards, anniversary cards, bereavement cards, get-well-soon cards, baby cards, encouragement cards, thank you cards, any cards. I like them since I was such a little girl, maybe 7 or 8 just then, moment where I changed my school and moved away to a foreign place where I knew no one and the only friend I got was just the one in my class. So they gave me cards, and I gave them mine, promised each other that we will write as often as possible, let the others know what's going on in one's life. So I began to collect cards, and letters, and like any other young girls at that time, I started to /hunt/ pretty envelopes and letter kits. I adored those little stickers that you could put in your letter to emphasize your words, and I loved to beautify every package I sent to my friends. I think that was when I realized my interest in art. Hahaha, at such a young age. Unfortunately, most of the collection sin

The word seemed proper to best describe my feeling right now because I’m officially having my own passport, YAY! After weeks of tears and struggling, blood and persistence, endurance and effort * okay, I’m exaggerating, you should’ve known that *, that blasted small insignificant nothing-too-extraordinaire green book finally arrived at my hand. And it only cost me 275.000 IDR plus transportation cost. Making your own passport by yourself only took a moment of clarity that this /cannot/ be done unless there’s a marvelous collaboration between you yourself and the office you work for. That means, you have to take an annual leave (or sick leave, anything that suit your ethics) just to ensure that you can join hundreds of other innocent soul waiting in that damn queue. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the price of not using any helpful-yet-expensive assistant (read: CALO) is the honor of sitting (or standing, whichever preferable) in that hot and damp and there-is-TV-but-no-sound-came-out-of-it