Trivial Messages

I heard the incoming text tone. I thought that was my bf, but no. It was a text from an old friend which was supposedly a reply to my text FIVE days ago. Why does she even bother to reply this, I wondered.

Just then I remembered, I got the same critique about how ignorant I was to any text, bbm, or any kind of people's attempt to reach me. Who criticized me? Hmm... my family, friends, bf.. basically everyone. *sigh*

It's just, you know, I didn't mean to ignore those messages, but when I read them I was usually in hectic situations (considering the office I'm working at now, we're rarely not in a hectic situation). I just wanted to delay it, I promised myself that I'd answer them after I finish with anything I was doing at that time. But when the time came, I've already forgotten.

I honestly truly genuinely thought that other people do the same. So I was honestly truly genuinely surprised to find that almost everyone protested.

Then I got scared a little, geez, am I a kind of ignorant apathetic person who lives in her own world? Or am I becoming a workaholic who doesn't really care about her friends and family? Or I'm just simply having a severe self-center syndrome? None of those is good.

Whatever. I'm fixing myself now. I try to reply any message right after I get them. I mean, I'm really trying. I even asked my boss to wait, when I got a call. Work is important, but friends and family are what matter the most. Sometimes, the calls or messages are just asking where am i, when I am going to go home, and so on. I thought those are just trivial unimportant questions, but you never know how anxious your loved ones waiting to get your reply, to know that you're fine. They're not trivial.

Online Shopping!

I have to admit that I'm not a very sophisticated person. I'm more like a conventional one. A kind of person who eats similar dishes every time she goes to any restaurant.

As any conventional girl, I only shopped at offline shops (despite the fact that I own an online book rental). I just found it hard to trust a quality of product just based on a photo and a brief description. Until a friend of mine opened her online store. I didn't pay much attention at first, but one day I visited her in Bogor and she showed me her products. They were nice! I left the town with 2 new cardigans.

I like the patterns so much! I think I didn't buy it for 155k and 170k. Not sure how much they were though.

Not long after that I came back visiting the FB page several times (btw, the store is Wink-A-Winkel, but you can also find it in FB) and bought other items.

Ho ho ho. They are cute, aren't they? I like the loose shape, especially the turquoise one. It is one of my fave clothes.

OK, so I started to buy clothes online. But that's because my friend owns it, I can complain if the product doesn't fit my expectation (which luckily never happens).

Then a couple months ago, my sister introduced me to another FB online store named Melonmint. That time I bought a bag, which is at reasonable price and very nice.

I am now officially an online shopper. Though it's not easy to see which one really offers good produts, but sometimes you can tell if you see a store who sells poor quality products. Sometimes it is shown very obviously just by looking at the pictures.

I wonder if there's any place (in the Internet, I mean) who has honest reviews of these online stores.

I'm now counting on my luck and ordering an item from a new store. By "new" I mean that I never shop there before. The name is Classe shop. I found it on FB at Melonmint's page (this Classe tagged Melonmint in one of their photos so that photo appears on Melonmint's profile page). They're tagging Melonmint on this photo:

Unfortunately, the item already sold out.

And here's what I'm ordering:

I'll let you know how is it going and how's the quality of the dress. I also found a cute dress, but I think this one is more for people who doesn't wear hijab.

I hope I don't sound like a shopaholic.

Friendster

Tweeting, or mostly tweet-reading, has been my default of killing time while going back from the office (basically from ANYWHERE since the city where I live in now happens to be a close friend of traffic jam).

So, this evening I was reading a friend's tweet, @jonathanend, where he mentioned Friendster several time. Yeah baby, Friendster. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to my Friendster now?

Then when I got home, I prayed, had dinner, watched TV, read some gossips about KD's pregnancy, watched a video of a shark in a golf club's lake in Australia, checked my FB.... well, I didn't really think about the Friendster thing actually. Only when it was almost midnight and tv programs were getting lame, the thing came up again.

So, I search "Friendster Floresiana Yasmin". Hmm... not good. My FB, blog, and some posts appeared instead.

Okay, maybe I should go to Friendster, hoping that my memory somehow works well this time so I can remember the email and password. But can you guess what I found in www.friendster.com??

WHAT THE HELL IS THAAAAAAT??

Why gaming, oh dear, why GAMING???

And my memory is sucks as always, I can't recall my email or password.

To be honest, I don't even remember what I've done to my Friendster accound. Did I finally delete it? Did I make it private? Did I just leave it at some point?

Oh, no.

I want my Friendster back. Give me my Friendster back!

I had tons of photos there, and testimonials, and some messages, and... I really want to know how was I doing 5 years ago.

Though, let's be honest, Friendster complicated our lives. Or at least mine.

Ah, well, I was teenage at that time, everything seemed to be very complicated anyway.

But but but but... I still want my Friendster back. So I can save it somewhere safe in my own hardisk and delete it for good from the Internet. You know, to save my future-self from humiliation.

Growing old

Oh, it's April already. And I'm already 25 years old now ;)

When I was like 16, I was kinda terrified of being 18. Geez, 18 sounded very "mbak-mbak". Maybe I watched sinetron too much because I had grown an idea that female college students must have wear heels and make up. I turned 18 and everything was okay. I didn't wear heel or make up and I didn't feel anything like "mbak-mbak". In fact, I felt young again cause that year I entered college and found myself as first grade student again (which means the youngest of all grades).

So, when I was 18, I was worried to become 20. Geez, 20 is no longer teenage. I am no longer teenager! And if I filled out a questionaire, I would have to group myself with the 20s people (which you know, ranges from 20 to 29. 29! Twenty-f*ckin-nine!). Then I turned 20, and everything was fine. I had been living apart from my family for 2 years and I felt like I am now taking more control in my life. I'm not even jealous with the teenagers anymore. Why should I? They are.. you know.. teeeeenageeeeerrrrr.... Bunch of grown-up-wannabes with unstable mood and severe acne problems. Tsk.

So, as you may already guess, I started to fear of being 25 (well actually 23 and 24 also, but the post would be too long).

Then I turned 25, about a couple weeks ago, and everything was great! I don't mean the celebration whatsoever. I mean, being 25 is fine. I've already got my bachelor degree, I can make a living, I run a business that I love, yet still work as Marketing analyst, I have great friends, family, and boyfriend. I'm not saying that my life is perfect but at least my life is going somewhere.

For now, yes, I've developed new fear of being 30. But somehow, I'm sure that by the time I turn 30 I will have new exciting things going on in my life (like kids, maybe. ;P). Perhaps growing old is not something I need to worry about. Just because I can't picture out what good things that might happen when I am 40, it doesn't mean there is nothing waiting for me.

And as birthday present, I bought myself a new laptop. The one I can carry anywhere without causing shoulder pain. Yeay!

Being 25 is cool, indeed.