Speaking (or writing!?) with a lighter tone

Hi! A quick update and an apologetic post.

I'm sorry for myself that I have spent so much time on gloomy stuff happening in a world larger than mine. I mean, I cannot do anything about it; not anytime soon, most definitely, so I've been wasting my time concerning the events out of my control. No, I'm not sorry for thinking and concerning about it; but I'm sorry because I spent too much time on it. But don't worry, I only do that whenever I read something annoying on the papers (which, tbh, is getting more frequent).

In real life, however, I am occupied with this new Kendall & Kylie game where my character aspires to go viral. That game is ridiculously entertaining, I know. I like the fashion and the customization, especially. Unfortunately, it keeps crashing. That's why I downloaded Stardom, an older version of similar game. So far, it has been nearly as satisfying as playing K&K.

I am also occupied with books, as usual. I've been rereading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, rediscovering its magic. I'm also reading A Song of Ice and Fire (yep, still stuck at Book One even after I finished all the aired seasons). I intend to read Intelegensi Embun Pagi, a new book from a loved Indonesian writer: Dewi Lestari. I think tomorrow I'll buy it.

As for movies, I discover a gem in TV show: a telenovela called La Malquerida. Sure, everybody loves drama. Keeping Up With The Kardashians has provided enough drama, but nothing beats the original dramatic stage of telenovelas! Seriously, even Americans are now producing Telenovela the series, starring Eva Longoria. Uh, the perks of working in subtitling department. <3 I'm also considering to watch Scream Queens after its quite entertaining pilot episode. There are just too many TV series in this world to be tuned in to. 

My love life has been pretty dry since someone bailed (ghosted? is that the term they use today? am I right?) and for our tragic ending, he ended up being in a relationship with some girl. I will not depress myself by pondering over what the fuck is possibly wrong with me to have always been the one almost-not single. Seriously, everything else seems doable except finding a guy who will stick with me. It's either I like the wrong guys or I just can't keep them around.

Anyway, since I have nothing better to do, I'm figuring out myself and luckily ran into an old acquaintance who is now giving me the second job of my dream: a translator for fiction novels. Plus PLUS, she offers me the job of my dream: a fiction writer! She's an editor. I want to be an editor, too, but with an offer like that. . .how can I refuse? It's a path. In the midst of forests of confusion, who will refuse a path to escape? More than just an escape; a path to glory? No, I mustn't get ahead of myself. 

All in all, I'm too busy being in love with my life that I don't have time to love someone who is not there. Or there's simply no one to love, and so I channel my love into my life. Whatever. 

Random thought: I hope I can have a sense of humor like Deadpool. A bit dark and rude, but satisfying.