Hello, I am Novia, a sixteen year old girl with a pen. I always bring my sketchbook anywhere you meet me. I am the girl who always sitting in the corner and staring out to dewy windows in the middle of rain. This blog is my wonderful escape, filled with her daily diary, rants, thoughts, and musings. read more.
A Wallflower
A wallflower is someone who would prefer to be on the outside of things. Rather than in the action they’d be a spectator from a safe distance. People at dances and parties who don’t dance, and instead stand away from everyone else, are referred to as wall flowers.
So, could I be one of those wallflowers? Back into past times, my class was always full of noises everyday, and I was the quiet one who spend her time in the class only by watching those crowds. I did not have any good friend, and they thought that I was a loner and did not want to be with anyone else. They are wrong. I only can befriend well with really-good people. If I still can’t any find appropriate group, I’d love to spend my own time to watching my own world, around me.
Those Skilled People
This post is supposed to be written yesterday, but I was arrived late at home and I was so tired.
My course was ended at 6.15 PM, in the middle of heavy rain. I did not brought any umbrella, so I ran through and arrived in a small restaurant tent. I saw a little people was ate there and suddenly I wanted to eat something too. A guy with (almost) ugly-looking asked me politely if I want to eat or not. I said yes and ordered a plate of fried rice. His other two friend, one was still cooked meals and another one was preparing the hot water. It looks that they’ve opened their tent there since years ago. I really appreciated their skills in cooking, serving, and greeting the coming customers. They should work in a better place. Such an example of people with appreciated adequate abilities.
Then I took an angkot to went home. There was nothing in my house except quietness and blaming parents. I wanted to write a post soon after that, but I’m tired and it was impossible to turned on my modem without their knowledge.
And for my followers, I’m sorry for being MIA several days ago. NCET is near, and my parents began to restrict me from free-playing in the net. I can’t be online in mobile because I’m still not subscribing with my data plan again. But their actions are actually right, because I still can’t stop open the dashboard and look at people’s post. Chasing only Medicine major is the biggest risk in my life, and I’m still not studying well. I should start to be better. If you still want to keep in touch with me, you can follow my Twitter here.
For My Boyfriend
Honey, I’m really sorry for always being imperfect. I never can make beautiful words and sentences like poets. I’m not those dream girls, my face is full of scars and you still said that I’m beautiful. Thank you so much for always accept my weaknesses. You’re only the one who always supports me from faraway. I hope you always healthy and fine outside there. I always love you, K.
"People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence."
— Inayat Khan
Redesigned and Revamped
What the hell I’ve done with my blog and everything in it, in the middle of night like this? I asked myself like that. Like other people, I also a easy-bored person, and I need an old refreshment for my eyes. And what I’ve done is (almost) starting over my blog. I’m sorry for those inconveniences.
My interest in black and white suddenly came from their old grave. I missed the noirnouvelle name again. I love many colors, not only green. Black and white is simplier than anything else. This time, I did not started my blog from scratch, I only changed the URL, theme, and deleting all of my old posts. I also changed the way I blog from now on. Do not life for blogging, but blogging for (enriching) life. I should not be online too much since I also have a life. This will be another new start for my blog.
