Mr. Green Strikes Again

“Can we call Ben then?”

“No. Ben’s an asshole”

Radar looked at me sideways. “of course he is. You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for like, never asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend-but I don’t give a shit man because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference Web site to answer my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay too, that’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.

“Thanks”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t complimenting you. Just stop saying; stop thinking Ben should be you, and he needs to stop thinking you should be him, and y’all just chill the hell out”

This is a little part from the book that I’m currently reading. It’s called Paper Towns. John Green wrote it.

Really scary how this little part from a book could perfectly describe my situation right now. Its like Mr. Green himself was taking a sneaky peak into my world and used my newly fresh problem as his inspiration to write this part....

Clumsy Me

Today is Monholiday, it means today is monday and its a holiday also, and this Monday is officially added to the list of my favorite days.

Well, there wasn't actually any massive thing happened today. I wouldn't call it massive, I would call it.... Embarrassing

Like I didn't regret every decision I have made today, because ever since I opened my eyes this morning, everything just fell into place. And that, my friend, that happened because I follow the path that God has given to me. I did what most quotes on tumblr and motivation books told me, I let things happen and stop expecting bad things will come to my life, and it wasn't so bad... like I said before.. It was Embarrassing. But in a good way. Well.

I woke up when it was still dark outside, to be exact 4.00 am, I was so surprised because usually I could never wake up until my parents or my alarm make a really loud noise, but this morning was different, it was like something invisible had woken me up and forced me to go to the bathroom to take a wudhu and then pray, and so I did. After I finished my prayer, My phone rang, I looked up to it and a picture of a white letter and a name of my senior popped up on that screen. It was a reminder of a meeting for a big event in my school called English Party, and then I threw my phone away and sighed.

I didn't want to go to that meeting because today I actually planned to do my endless homework from the infamous mathematics teacher from Smanitra, Pak Sulasim. But then I thought to my self what a really selfish bastard I am if I missed this meeting for doing my personal task, I mean I'm sure all the other participants of that event must have their own things to do. It was just a meeting anyway, It wouldn't last until like noon or something, so it led me to decide that I have to go and attend this meeting.

I got out from my room and was welcomed by my parent's warm smiles and also a warm chocolate milk made by myself. Haha. It was a very good morning, indeed (especially because I didn't have to go to school) the television show that morning was very funny, it was a film called Little Giants and it has successfully make the sun shines brighter and the smile in my face stretch wider. 

After the movie ended, I took a bath and prepared to go. My father had already yelled at me several times because of my slow motion, but his yelling voice surprisingly sounded like a music to my ear this morning, I don't know why. Anyway My Father took me to my school, actually the meeting was held in the Ind*m*r*t beside my school. When My father's car rode pass the Ind*m*r*t, I saw a couple of third grader walk pass the door of that mini market, and suddenly I forgot how to breath. Because that person whom I talked about at the very first post of my blog was there. At that very moment, I even have a thought to tell my father to just turn around and go back to my house and hide in there forever, but I didn't tell him because I would totally make his mood dustier than it already was, so I gathered my courage and got out from my father's car. 

Hear beating fast. Check. Hand sweating and trembling like crazy. Check. The papers that were supposed to be in my binder were pathetically grabbed by my sweaty hand, because I forgot to put it back in my binder. Check.

I walked with the left overs confidence in my body, I saw the other third graders except him entering a car. Where is he? Probably already in the car. I was pushing down my curiosity so hard and trying my hardest not to turn my head towards their car, but my head was working against its master, I tilted my head to their car and searched if anything, anyone, that resemble him was in that car, but I only saw his friends. Not him. Not even a glimpse. He was gone, blown by the wind, or it was probably only my imagination of him that I saw in the first place, but this theory was completely wrong as soon as I turned my glance away from their car. 

He was right in front of me. I repeat. HE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT ME and in case this wasn't a climax for you, the wind suddenly decided to tease me and blow all the papers in my hand. I have a fast reflect, and there was a bad and also a good thing about it, the bad thing was I literally mentioned (only a whisper tho i hope he didn't hear it) his name, because at that very moment in my brain the only word that exist was only his name and the good thing was my fast reflect caught most of the papers. I said most. That means not all of the papers. This one paper almost fell into the nearest gutter from the land where we stood, but fortunately he caught it just in time, but the paper was flown far to the gutter so that he lost his balance and almost fell to the gutter also, BUT OF COURSE HE DIDN'T. IF HE DID FALL, I WOULD LITERALLY JUST RUNAWAY FROM THERE ALL THE WAY TO MY HOUSE, PACK MY THINGS, MOVE TO AFRICA, CHANGE MY NAME, AND JUST DISAPPEAR FROM LIFE.

Then he gave it back to me, I said. "Makasih ya kak, sorry" or something like that. I forced my cowardice to screw itself and look up into his eyes, he calmly nodded and smiled and said "Iya, iya.. hati-hati lain kali ya" The sound of the laughter from his friends were the soundtrack of this little accident, and I can't help but feel grateful because they all will graduate soon and will forever be gone from my sight (cruel, i know) 

This person has inspired me so much, that's why this little accident seemed to be a big thing in my eyes. Anyway, there were actually so many extraordinary things that happened today that I would really like to share it with you but it's already late and my mother is telling me to eat my dinner.

QUOTES OF THE DAY:

"Every cloud has a silver lining" 

When You Love Someone

Really addicted to this simple, a bit cheesy, but sweet song by my favorite duo, Endah N Rhesa.

Written here are the lyrics to this song.. Enjoy Folks! Especially to those who have that special someone deep down in their hearts. (insert winky face here)

When You Love Someone

By: Endah N Rhesa

I love you but its not so easy
to make you here with me
I wanna touch and hold you forever
but you're still in my dreams

And I can't stand to wait till night is coming to my life
And I still have the chance to break the silence

When you love someone
Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you
When you hold your love
Don't ever let it go
Or you will lose your chance to make your dreams come true

I used to hide and watch you from a distance
And I knew you realized
I was looking for a time to get closer at least to say "Hello"
And I can't stand to wait your life is coming to my life

When you love someone
Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you
When you hold your love
Don't ever let it go
Or you will lose your chance to make your dreams come true

And I never thought that I'm so strong
I stuck on you and wait so long
But when love comes it can't be wrong
Don't ever give up just try and try to get what you want
Cause love will find the way.....

When you love someone
Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you
When you hold your love
Don't ever let it go
Or you will lose your chance to make your dreams come true

Petrichor: The Beauty of After Rain

Let me ask you one question, What is your favorite time of the year? Is it when you get a present from your loved ones, or is it when you get the highest score of mathematics exam in your class? If I were to pick, I would pick neither of them. My Favorite time is that time after rain. I just love the feeling of fresh air after all of its dust being washed over by the water of the rain, I just love the dampness of my clothes after its being showered by the rain, I just love to play with the puddle that was created by the rain, but what I love the most about it is the smell or the scent after rain.

two children after the rain :D

Petrichor (/ˈpɛtrɨkɔər/) is the scent of rain on dry earth, or the scent of dust after rain. The word is constructed from Greek, petros, meaningstone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology. It is defined as "the distinctive scent which accompanies the first rain after a long warm dry spell"

Petrichor is caused by some plants which secrete oils during dry periods, when the rain comes, these oil are being released into the air. The second reaction that creates Petrichor occurs when chemicals produced by soil-dwelling bacteria known as astinomycetes are released. These aromatic compounds combine to create pleasant petrichor when the rain hits the ground. You can also smell petrichor when you're watering your garden in a sunny day.

Petrichor not only can be smelled after the rain, its also can be smelled when its about to rain. Another scent associated with rain is ozone. During a thunderstorm, lightning can split oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the atmosphere, and they in turn can recombine into nitric oxide. This substance interacts with other chemicals in the atmosphere to form ozone, which has a sharp smell faintly reminiscent of chlorine. So when people said that they can smell the rain coming, it may be actually the wind from an approaching storm has carried ozone down from the clouds and into the person nostrils

I love Petrichor because it makes me have this flashback moment, its like when you're listening to an old song your parents played for you, it brings back to the days when I was only six years old, when I used to play outside after the rain with my cousins after being locked in our house because our parents didn't allow us to play under the rain.

Petrichor is a sign, a sign that the tough days are over, by tough I mean the dry and hot days and will be soon replaced with the calming raindrops, the eraser of the dust in the dusty air. It is also a sign that a rain will come and warn you to search for a shelter or ask you to come out and play under the giant shower that is rain.

(source: Wikipedia.com, livescience.com)

About This Quirky Girl..

Greetings to you all the people in the internet, My name is Nurina Ayuningtyas. People in my life used to call me Ayu but apparently they changed their mind and call me Nurina instead. Well, I prefer Ayu to be honest, its shorter and less.. formal I guess, but My Teacher in my Elementary School refused to call me Ayu because of a few irrelevant reasons, and then all my friends joined her club and started to call me Nurina also, no matter how hard I was trying to tell them not to call me Nurina, they insisted and keep on calling me Nurina, so there I was spending my elementary school years hating the sound of my name every time someone called me, but its not really a problem anymore. Its even more like a gift to me now, Like in my school the only student whose name is Nurina is only me, I mean how cool is that? Okay, To be honest? Not really.

Anyway, speaking of school, I'm studying at SMAN 1 Tangerang, a very small place which located beside a mini market called Ind*mar*t. I'm the first grader, don't you just love being the first grader? I do, that's why I'm trying to make the most of it while it last.

Ini dia lapangan smanitra kuu yang mini dan berwarna-warni, unyuuuu kannn? :3

Back to SMANITRA or the nickname for my lovely school so that people don't have to mention the whole name of my school. SMANITRA is simple but effective, its a really small school so its easy to go anywhere, you don't have to be affraid to get lost in this school, (soalnya mau nyasar kemana? wkwk) and because of the limitation of its latitude its easier for us to know all the members of SMANITRAN and become close to each and every one of them. In this small school also, I met so many great people with big visions in their head, I also found this person who completely changed my mindset about life, the same person who has successfully motivated me to  move my lazy self and create this blog. Simply said, I Love Smanitra. :)

I'm a nerd, I could go on three days not doing anything but locking myself in my room and reading a book. The genre of book that I love the most is Fiction. Fiction books are so addictive, I just can't get enough of it. It has this ability to take my mind off to somewhere else, it allows me to enter the world no one can enters, and no one can complains about it. So, I guess Books are my escape when the real world is being too harsh to me? I really wanna change that to be honest, Problems are there to be solved not to be abandoned right? 

soo... that was all the randomness from this newbie for this time, hope I don't bore you with my nonsense. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! :D