tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82624871896198447542024-03-14T14:46:26.949+07:00cloud cuckoo landVeronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-57633238939734792272015-03-08T23:04:00.001+07:002015-03-08T23:04:15.235+07:00pro and consHi! Finally i'm here after such a long hiatus. Honestly, i was going to post about my recent trip to Aceh, i even typed half of it already, but yeah hahahahaha pls excuse my indolence.
Today, i'm gonna talk about social media. Some people think social media ruins one's real life. It makes people become awkward while communicating in real life. Direct speeches and convos become shorter or less Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-50593606021441311322014-11-15T12:38:00.000+07:002014-11-15T12:38:49.509+07:00blessed 18November 10 is the day i always look forward to each year. I don't know about you, but birthdays are important to me and i have expectation that it ought to be a good one every year. Almost all of my birthdays were niceee, gratefully, and thank people around me for always making it nice. This year's november 10 was awesome.
Birthday macarons, because birthday cakes are too mainstream! Besides Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-78651831263679066692014-10-31T15:11:00.001+07:002014-10-31T15:14:48.607+07:00ask questions and what?truth to be told, i used to hate this not-so-new social media called ask.fm. this socmed literally is full of nosy people. no kidding. i even told my bestie that i wasn't going to be influenced by anyone to make an account there. but everything changed when i saw my pharmacy friends getting so bombarded by ask.fm euphoria. i became curious about what this socmed could do, thus, i made an account.Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-88697272509695109612014-09-18T20:02:00.000+07:002014-09-19T18:10:01.613+07:00yay or nay?
Yep, feeling grateful! Tho i know we were the last generation whose photos of us weren't taken using mobile phones. Who cares. I still remember playing mamasak (cooking) using plants as the ingredients with neighbors. I still remember i used to go to neighbor's home so that we could play dokter-dokteran (doctors and nurses) using stuffed animals as our patients. Playing dramas as fruit Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-54132729868592131042014-08-31T00:52:00.000+07:002014-08-31T10:03:08.291+07:00timelineI looked back to my past loaded with so many bitter-sweet memories. I try to picture myself as an infant through series of photos bcs obviously i forgot how it felt to be a baby (people say that everyone has minor amnesia, which means we can't remember anything related to the first 2 years of our lives). How easy it was to be an infant and cute toddler because all you did was waking up to loving Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-75226958588179104912014-08-19T14:05:00.000+07:002014-08-19T14:05:37.582+07:00a tough yet bright cometI know i should have my spirits up at least on my first semester of college. But somehow seniors' words are haunting me. Endless assignments, very packed schedule, strange environment, brand new people, hectic days, sleepless nights, and even stupid and unreasonable rules. Well, at least i don't meet calculus anymore. *trying to cheer myself up* Goodbye to my easy and lazy days :') i miss high Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-14609589878996371622014-08-07T00:27:00.000+07:002014-08-07T00:53:22.425+07:00now the blind monkeyNobody could predict the future. Even when you were sure something was gonna happen, but in the end it didn't. Well, who to blame but your lame expectations?
Distance sucks in the way it never has. Now it's crystal clear that distance could change everything, even good friendship. "Life goes on, vero, you gotta move on.", says someone who's tryna to grasp what kind of crap is going on.&Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-7274460877168904952014-07-29T16:11:00.000+07:002014-08-31T09:53:22.333+07:00fortuitous monkeyHi everyoneeeeee. Finally I come back after a long hiatus. Gonna fill you up with another event or maybe many events of my life. Stay tuned hehehehe.
I am officially a college student now. I got accepted at University of Sumatera Utara majoring in Pharmacy, my first choice. (I hope i won't regret this decision.) Relieved and grateful! Brand new environment and meeting whole strangers freak me Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-36930069065590839722014-05-25T01:41:00.000+07:002014-05-25T01:41:44.783+07:00the end of the beginningMonths have passed, days have elapsed, everything changed. Got this random midnight urge to update this blog. Tbh idk how to start this bcs i literally got tonnes to tell.
Within only a few months, eveything changed. I slacked, had fun, being carefree, doing everything with my best friends! We even had small mini food contest and other silly events loollll. My final year at school was literally Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-91519146781478949392014-02-14T23:50:00.000+07:002014-02-14T23:49:46.637+07:00friendshipHappy, grateful, thankful, ecstatic, gratified, blessed. I guess even those words can never truly express my feelings towards my pals. Don't overestimate my close friends. My buddies are just a bunch of ordinary students entrapped in the same class as i am. They are soooo far away from being perfect. But i guess it is our imperfection that bonds our friendship as a whole. They are sometimes so Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-66509234270420241022013-12-30T01:31:00.001+07:002013-12-30T01:31:58.238+07:00insecuritiesHi. I am so sorry for deserting this blog, like again.
Santa's reindeers have gone back to north pole. Christmas decorations are soon to be removed. Yes, christmas may have been over, but heyyy, new year is just around the corners! Nothing special happened on xmas, obviously, because my family doesn't celebrate this event.
2013 has been such joyful and bittersweet and troublesome year for me. Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-90147015424412836542013-11-10T21:12:00.001+07:002013-11-10T21:12:49.871+07:0017
I guess this photo pretty much sums up my 17th birthday. I am really really happy today. I was throwing small party, hmm, not a party though, just a simple and humble birthday treat. Too bad i could not throw a large party, but i am feeling so blessed and grateful though. I was lucky because my birthday neither fell on exam week (it never happens) nor on weekdays. Thank you for coming and Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-25826348023632411442013-11-05T01:13:00.001+07:002013-11-05T01:30:06.147+07:00avocado
OMG I am gonna tell you my absurd experience tonight!! LOL laugh all you want ok!
I attended Adriana's birthday party tonight. I arrived and then I was told to write wishes on a card. The card was then put at an owl's house(?). Everything was fine so far. We took photos, chatted a lot, ate and was enjoying the party. Then out of sudden, the emcee said he was going to call some wishes-card Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-77403050598704428322013-10-11T23:02:00.001+07:002013-10-11T23:11:39.010+07:00facade
I don't care if you reckon my life is dramatic or boring or childish or whatsoever. I am really contented for what I am and what I have now. Though of course everyone always wants more, but still, I am glad :)
I used to be afraid to know what people thought about me. Like, I really cared about their bad remarks about me and loathed knowing someone else hated me. But now, I just don't care aboutVeronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-6130653853805973932013-10-04T20:05:00.001+07:002013-10-04T20:05:18.563+07:00adrenaline¡Hola! Our first lesson was mandarin, and we had quiz. Lol I didn't study it at all last night, so yeah.. Luckily the questions weren't so hard, so I could finish it successfully. Then, chemistry lesson, no peculiar things happened. Next, bio lesson. Woah, perhaps I was beginning to build anger since bio lesson. Someone, idk intentionally or unintentionally asked and commanded me Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-30767594634517347392013-09-30T23:33:00.001+07:002013-09-30T23:33:03.287+07:00I laugh hard. I play hard. I joke a lot. I am who I am. It's up to you to accept me or like me or whatever you name it. I don't really care. I am fed up with facade of ppl. As long as I still have time, I am gonna rock my final high school year with laughter, sweet memories and craziness. Don't be so judgmental and hold back your stares bcs we don't give a damn :)P.S. you are suchVeronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-72522768336519334282013-09-01T01:27:00.001+07:002013-09-01T12:12:50.477+07:00flee
I guess I begin deserting my blog all over again. Welllll, it looks like my old habit of abandoning blog visits me again hehe. Imma such a bad blogger. Btw, it's late midnight or maybe veryyy early morning now, and I feel like chattering. A lot.
Ya know, ups and downs fill my life recently. It's kinda perplexing that something bad actually has its bright side, vice versa. Well, of course afterVeronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-2968276095853334862013-08-07T15:10:00.001+07:002013-08-07T15:10:46.176+07:00the slacker is slackingHello readers! I am so sorry for deserting this blog for months. Slackness was consuming my whole body till I didn't have any energy to update blog jk hehe! Sooooo, here I am, finally got nothing else to do and start typing nonsenses. As you guys know, I still have a few months away before graduating from high school. I don't know whether I should be gleeful or remorse or exasperated. I Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-20089615566936753522013-06-04T23:16:00.000+07:002013-06-09T14:03:53.847+07:00a memorable farewell party
The last 3 days had been amazing for me. We (Samto, Angeline, Adriana, Shelly, Raymond, Cindy L, Jane, Delfina, Nelson, Catherine, Andy, David unyu, Devin, and I) went to brastagi to have a little farewell party for samto. Hmm idk how to start. I guess this is going to be a longgggg post. Close this tab if you are busy lol :p
Day 1 (01/06/2013)
Everyone agreed to gather at shelly's house, Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-14366328973707961732013-05-29T14:20:00.001+07:002013-05-29T19:16:37.677+07:00morose + moronic = meErghhhhh I feel like pouring out my thoughts on twitter but twitter is very public and everyone will immediately comment on it and I will be ashamed. Blah blah blah. Don't bother to read because I write nonsense here. :)
Seriously I am very fed up now. I feel like burning all my maths books, papers and every single thing related to maths. I've tried so hard to like this subject but the more I Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-91131341779547731652013-05-22T23:58:00.001+07:002013-05-26T00:51:06.068+07:00the end of year 2Today is officially the last day studying at my favorite(?) class. 1 academic year has been over in a blink of an eye. It feels like I was just entering x1, and now I left xi science 1 already. Too rapid. Oh please, return every single second I wasted on nothing :( I think the time is on fast-forward mode. I remember how I used to wish time could elapse faster on primary sch. But now I am Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-24800927168687820532013-04-23T18:31:00.001+07:002013-05-04T14:31:23.575+07:00nothingnessThis couple of days I was busy reading an opulent juvenile's blog in which the writer has extravagant lifestyle (say her initial is X, this is fake initial) and also a wealthy teenager's blog whose lifestyle is more unpretentious (say her initial is Y, also fake) than the one I mentioned before. I'm really flabbergasted to know that even though both of them are very rich, they show different Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-1607577500038819942013-04-13T14:57:00.001+07:002013-04-14T17:24:03.124+07:00"You know that feeling when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing close around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage, and you cannot let go or turn the course aside."Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-20452453365977886552013-04-10T19:30:00.001+07:002013-04-14T17:29:38.441+07:00everyone hates bidding farewellToday is the last day of being students for our seniors. Seeing them shed tears really make my heart sick. Looking at their piteous face get me goosebumps. I am wondering how sad I will be exactly next year. I really like my current classmates (in general *u know what I mean*). They are very unique! Some are as quite as mice, some are the real chatterboxes, some show lots of zealousness, some Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262487189619844754.post-12562501997742042352013-04-09T23:26:00.001+07:002013-04-09T23:26:14.428+07:00when words eerily mean nothingHehehe! I know the title isn't related to this post.
I really feel like pouring everything out on this blog, but I just don't know how to start it. Whenever I get an inspiration to write something, words on my mind get uncooperative, mess up, dance like a ballerina(?) and finally vanish thus I end up typing nothing. I shall try, no matter what, to post something tonight. (though it'Veronica Phinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416514983906739034noreply@blogger.com0