Refugee Posts
These are the previous posts that I made on Friendster.
No chance to do formatting etc, but it's there!
Cheers :)
No chance to do formatting etc, but it's there!
Cheers :)
posted by aping | 1:55 AM
Refugee Posts
- Refugee Posts
- So This Is Christmas
- First Impression
- Reaching 30
- It's All In The Game
- BALI BALI BALI
- Music
- Counting Down
- Buset
- Time has changed (Doooh..!)
Links
- Brain's Backup
- Places
- Mount Kinabalu October 2012
- ALOR Oct-November 2011
- Timor Leste February 2011
- Menado August 2010
- Mount Rinjani May 2010
- Bali Safari February 2010
- Menado October 2009
- Derawan-Kakaban-Sangalaki March 2009
- Tulamben October 2008
- Lembeh July 2007
- Philippine April 2007
- Komodo October 2006
- Menado May 2006
- Bali Pictures Nov 2005
- Bali Safari Stories
- Sipadan March 2005
Sunday, April 02, 2006
So This Is Christmas
Original Post Date : December 15, 2005
Currently, there are Christmas songs in radio... Christmas is around the corner...
Actually, I always wonder what is Christmas for me. I enjoy Christmas songs and decorations in town. I love seeing Christmas tree in our house in Jakarta with musical instrumental and colorful lights shining in the dark. Christmas party...can’t really feel that, Christmas party is always medium rare or too well done, there are almost always done in November and January, can’t feel the ambient...
This year, I can’t find my Christmas tree, a small pathetic one and hidden inside one of the boxes in my storeroom. I will need at least one full day to find it that I don’t think I have in these few days.
Last Christmas, I remember we went strolling along Orchard Road. It is always the most happening street on Christmas Eve and New Year Eve. People having fun, performances, choirs, greeting with strangers etc. Most people, on the street, I bet three quarter of them are not Christian.
At first, it was quite fun watching. Strangers were smiling with strangers. They had fun with those spraying ribbons and glow in the dark sticks. After a while, both of us were getting quiet and walking to the MRT station, sat and looked at the garbage on the floor. There were sticky colorful ribbons and their empty cans and soft drink cans everywhere. It was just too much waste of money and too much work for the cleaners. The amount of money spent on creating those rubbishes can mean a lot for needy.
But then again, maybe, it’s too tiring to always do the right thing? Maybe the world has become too crazy place that slightest reason is needed for celebration. And with celebrating, it might be good to remind us that there are always good things to look forward to.
The day after, tsunami happened.
So, the moral is,
Don’t waste your money on useless thing; use it for something more meaningful for others, or maybe for yourself when you need it in the future.
Or,
Let’s celebrate every good thing, no matter how small, as long as we could, because we never know what is going to happen tomorrow. ? ? I prefer to do both ways, balance is good and keeps us in sane.
And, it’s not everyday that we are given choices and be able to choose all.
Bla…bla…bla…
So my parent, my eldest brother with his wife and kid, are here.
It’s always fun to have them here. House is full. And the little chubby nephew I have is very cute. He is three years old plus now, so I don’t need funny faces and voices to get close to him anymore, like I always had to do when he was a baby. I watch him grow up half a yearly. Now I can make serious face and talk to him seriously, and I can see how serious a kid talks when he thinks you talk to him seriously. Watch their expressions and the way they think hard trying to impress or convince you. It’s hilarious! Mhhahhahahaha….
Maybe later I will talk to him about conquering the world. Remind me of the cartoon character, Brain, the lab mouse who wants to conquer the world with its friend, Pinky. I miss that crazy cartoon…
This nephew of mine is a sporty type. Can see it now. He likes to watch football, when he was smaller, he even said that he was Beckam’s son.
Come on….Beckam? Yuhhhh… Sorry for fans.
Oke, he looks better than quite a lot of people, but have any of you hear him talk? It sounds like Mickey Mouse after inhaling a tank of helium.
SO.. lucky these last two visits my nephew doesn’t care about the Mickey Mouse anymore (he is much wiser), he is addicted with my pool table and spends his time playing like expert although he is only one head taller than the table. To avoid him disturbing our game when we are playing, I allow him to clean the white ball whenever it goes in. It’s just an adult manipulation to make him feels important and involved. Kekekkeekekke…
One day, when I was playing with my brother, I saw him standing at the edge of the table and grinning from ear to ear.
When I asked him why, he said “I moved that ball and put another ball in the hole and you didn’t know.”
Duh.
He is smarter than me sometimes. Or often.
When we had lunch, we had a huge spare glass of Coke, my nephew pronounced that as his as he drank it first. He was sitting on my left, after convincing him that I’ll be the Coke guardian angel, I put the Coke on my right afraid he might drop it. My brother asked me to finish the Coke as he didn’t want the child to drink too much. When I saw him playing and busy with himself, I took a sip of the Coke.
Before I even swallowed it, he looked at me, grinned and talked softly,” Kow-kow, did you just steal my Coke?” I was freeze with my cheeks still bulging with Coke, didn’t know what to say.
I must looked very stupid that way…
Here, I found the good one.
Christmas is to give thanks and have those loved ones present around you or present in your heart.
_______________________________________________
Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.
- Origin Unknown
Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow.
- Unknown
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
- Benjamin Franklin
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
- Jesus Christ
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
- Mark Twain
Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors---and miss.
-Unknown
Women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
- Robert Heinlein
Currently, there are Christmas songs in radio... Christmas is around the corner...
Actually, I always wonder what is Christmas for me. I enjoy Christmas songs and decorations in town. I love seeing Christmas tree in our house in Jakarta with musical instrumental and colorful lights shining in the dark. Christmas party...can’t really feel that, Christmas party is always medium rare or too well done, there are almost always done in November and January, can’t feel the ambient...
This year, I can’t find my Christmas tree, a small pathetic one and hidden inside one of the boxes in my storeroom. I will need at least one full day to find it that I don’t think I have in these few days.
Last Christmas, I remember we went strolling along Orchard Road. It is always the most happening street on Christmas Eve and New Year Eve. People having fun, performances, choirs, greeting with strangers etc. Most people, on the street, I bet three quarter of them are not Christian.
At first, it was quite fun watching. Strangers were smiling with strangers. They had fun with those spraying ribbons and glow in the dark sticks. After a while, both of us were getting quiet and walking to the MRT station, sat and looked at the garbage on the floor. There were sticky colorful ribbons and their empty cans and soft drink cans everywhere. It was just too much waste of money and too much work for the cleaners. The amount of money spent on creating those rubbishes can mean a lot for needy.
But then again, maybe, it’s too tiring to always do the right thing? Maybe the world has become too crazy place that slightest reason is needed for celebration. And with celebrating, it might be good to remind us that there are always good things to look forward to.
The day after, tsunami happened.
So, the moral is,
Don’t waste your money on useless thing; use it for something more meaningful for others, or maybe for yourself when you need it in the future.
Or,
Let’s celebrate every good thing, no matter how small, as long as we could, because we never know what is going to happen tomorrow. ? ? I prefer to do both ways, balance is good and keeps us in sane.
And, it’s not everyday that we are given choices and be able to choose all.
Bla…bla…bla…
So my parent, my eldest brother with his wife and kid, are here.
It’s always fun to have them here. House is full. And the little chubby nephew I have is very cute. He is three years old plus now, so I don’t need funny faces and voices to get close to him anymore, like I always had to do when he was a baby. I watch him grow up half a yearly. Now I can make serious face and talk to him seriously, and I can see how serious a kid talks when he thinks you talk to him seriously. Watch their expressions and the way they think hard trying to impress or convince you. It’s hilarious! Mhhahhahahaha….
Maybe later I will talk to him about conquering the world. Remind me of the cartoon character, Brain, the lab mouse who wants to conquer the world with its friend, Pinky. I miss that crazy cartoon…
This nephew of mine is a sporty type. Can see it now. He likes to watch football, when he was smaller, he even said that he was Beckam’s son.
Come on….Beckam? Yuhhhh… Sorry for fans.
Oke, he looks better than quite a lot of people, but have any of you hear him talk? It sounds like Mickey Mouse after inhaling a tank of helium.
SO.. lucky these last two visits my nephew doesn’t care about the Mickey Mouse anymore (he is much wiser), he is addicted with my pool table and spends his time playing like expert although he is only one head taller than the table. To avoid him disturbing our game when we are playing, I allow him to clean the white ball whenever it goes in. It’s just an adult manipulation to make him feels important and involved. Kekekkeekekke…
One day, when I was playing with my brother, I saw him standing at the edge of the table and grinning from ear to ear.
When I asked him why, he said “I moved that ball and put another ball in the hole and you didn’t know.”
Duh.
He is smarter than me sometimes. Or often.
When we had lunch, we had a huge spare glass of Coke, my nephew pronounced that as his as he drank it first. He was sitting on my left, after convincing him that I’ll be the Coke guardian angel, I put the Coke on my right afraid he might drop it. My brother asked me to finish the Coke as he didn’t want the child to drink too much. When I saw him playing and busy with himself, I took a sip of the Coke.
Before I even swallowed it, he looked at me, grinned and talked softly,” Kow-kow, did you just steal my Coke?” I was freeze with my cheeks still bulging with Coke, didn’t know what to say.
I must looked very stupid that way…
Here, I found the good one.
Christmas is to give thanks and have those loved ones present around you or present in your heart.
_______________________________________________
Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.
- Origin Unknown
Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow.
- Unknown
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
- Benjamin Franklin
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
- Jesus Christ
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
- Mark Twain
Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors---and miss.
-Unknown
Women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
- Robert Heinlein
posted by aping | 1:26 AM
First Impression
Original Post Date : December 08, 2005
Is it true? Am I so misleading?
For those who don’t know, I have another life. There is a place I like to visit at work, a cyber writing community where I make friends and learn harsh languages. :)
I stopped longing in for half a year, because bla bla bla…I talked about it in my earlier post, then last week, I started to show up again.
To my surprise, many of them are still remember me, and there were many warm touching welcomes flying around, make me feel really special.
Then I started to mingle around, throw jokes and post story.
I got two surprises today, from two guys who I considered as my best pals.
One was hoping that I wouldn’t be offended with his new story, as it was dark and nasty. When I read the story, I love it. He is a grandpa who most of his stories were about his grandchildren, sweet, childish and nice. And he afraid that if he wrote differently, I would scared of him.
Second, he is about thirty and handsome (!), decent and nice guy. He asked me what had happened when I was gone, because the new me was different, (I just posted one dark story), and I threw snappy jokes, when he remembered I used to be sweet and gentle. (Kekkekeke…)
I think back, maybe I was less frank because I was quite new and I didn’t know how was the style of their language then, and coincidentally, my old stories were ‘normal’ types.
And then again, I realized that many of my friends said that I’m not the same with my first impression. Most of my testimonials said so, mahahhahaha…
Of course I would be quiet when I first know someone, and smile politely, tokh?? Some said it’s my face, what about it? I was born that way…
If I haven’t known that person yet, I can’t anyhow picking or making fun of them, and I seldom talk with someone I just met. So, I might appear like sweet, quiet and gentle person (Hang on on your lunch, more are coming).
And they said that I’m not the right person to mess up with. Hmm….Coooooooooool…!
I like that one, really, although I’m not sure I have beaten up someone or quarreled with them. But, I think nobody will stand still if you treat him or her badly. Those Korean dramas with pretty girls keep being bullied and bullied, just smile and tearfully stand under the rain are not real, mind you. They are paid for that.
So, don’t believe on first glance. First impression matters, but first impression is the impression you get when you already spend at least one two hour exchanging words, not just looking from far, that is first glance.
First glance is hardly right (except mine, I always right.. mhehehe), so don’t believe in love at first sight!
______________________________________________________
Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
- Oscar Wilde
It is a good idea to be more intelligent that you seem. It is easier to appear more stupid than you are.
- Origin Unknown
It is better to remain silent and appear a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.
- Mark Twain
Don't be humble. You're not that great.
- Golda Meir
Somewhere on this globe, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child. She must be found and stopped.
- Sam Levenson
Never get into fights with ugly people because they have nothing to lose.
- Unknown
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is: Never try.
- Homer Simpson
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of---but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
Is it true? Am I so misleading?
For those who don’t know, I have another life. There is a place I like to visit at work, a cyber writing community where I make friends and learn harsh languages. :)
I stopped longing in for half a year, because bla bla bla…I talked about it in my earlier post, then last week, I started to show up again.
To my surprise, many of them are still remember me, and there were many warm touching welcomes flying around, make me feel really special.
Then I started to mingle around, throw jokes and post story.
I got two surprises today, from two guys who I considered as my best pals.
One was hoping that I wouldn’t be offended with his new story, as it was dark and nasty. When I read the story, I love it. He is a grandpa who most of his stories were about his grandchildren, sweet, childish and nice. And he afraid that if he wrote differently, I would scared of him.
Second, he is about thirty and handsome (!), decent and nice guy. He asked me what had happened when I was gone, because the new me was different, (I just posted one dark story), and I threw snappy jokes, when he remembered I used to be sweet and gentle. (Kekkekeke…)
I think back, maybe I was less frank because I was quite new and I didn’t know how was the style of their language then, and coincidentally, my old stories were ‘normal’ types.
And then again, I realized that many of my friends said that I’m not the same with my first impression. Most of my testimonials said so, mahahhahaha…
Of course I would be quiet when I first know someone, and smile politely, tokh?? Some said it’s my face, what about it? I was born that way…
If I haven’t known that person yet, I can’t anyhow picking or making fun of them, and I seldom talk with someone I just met. So, I might appear like sweet, quiet and gentle person (Hang on on your lunch, more are coming).
And they said that I’m not the right person to mess up with. Hmm….Coooooooooool…!
I like that one, really, although I’m not sure I have beaten up someone or quarreled with them. But, I think nobody will stand still if you treat him or her badly. Those Korean dramas with pretty girls keep being bullied and bullied, just smile and tearfully stand under the rain are not real, mind you. They are paid for that.
So, don’t believe on first glance. First impression matters, but first impression is the impression you get when you already spend at least one two hour exchanging words, not just looking from far, that is first glance.
First glance is hardly right (except mine, I always right.. mhehehe), so don’t believe in love at first sight!
______________________________________________________
Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
- Oscar Wilde
It is a good idea to be more intelligent that you seem. It is easier to appear more stupid than you are.
- Origin Unknown
It is better to remain silent and appear a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.
- Mark Twain
Don't be humble. You're not that great.
- Golda Meir
Somewhere on this globe, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child. She must be found and stopped.
- Sam Levenson
Never get into fights with ugly people because they have nothing to lose.
- Unknown
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is: Never try.
- Homer Simpson
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of---but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
posted by aping | 1:21 AM
Reaching 30
December 06, 2005
So our office went for site visit on Monday.
Compared to schools I had attended, this one has so many facilities that made me drool; tennis courts, football, basketball and netball fields.
I stood beside the railing overlooking the blue basketball field and dreamt about those sweaty dazzling guys (they may not come in one package, I mean there must be a few sweaty-only guys…ew.. and few dazzling-only ones).
So, those sweaty dazzling were nice to see, but I wouldn’t like the idea to stand too close to them. They said the more handsome a guy, the smellier he is, while the more beautiful a girl, the trickier she is. Again, 1-0 for us.
On the second thought, school that huge might not always be good to. It would be difficult to bump into someone you want to bump to on the way, intentionally or not. Although I was also standing beside the hostel window looking out to the football field and dreamt about the same scenery. Wondering how many more years it takes before I’ll be too ‘mature’ to get the questions,” Sekolah dimana?” Mhahhaha….
But I think those kind of questions really depend on how blur the askers.
When I was in Senior High, I went to my youngest brother’s school, he is five years younger than me, and they thought that I was younger than him. Before my head became too big and my grin was wider than ear to ear, some customer in my parent’s shop asked me,” So, how many children you have?” Shit happens.
Hey, the girl who asked me was twenty years old and she had three kids dangling on her hands, that’s how it works for them…. Right? Right?
Anyway, other than age. I was asked one in the bus,” Neng orang Sunda atau Jawa?”
Buset. Muke Cina gini kurang jelas apa. I thought he was joking, but then that guy looked so sincere. Berarti apalagi kalo bukan katarak abis….
Or in here, I kept saying that I don’t understand Mandarin, yet they kept talking cing cong wa cong eh lah lah, ended up it was so noisy that I just said yes to everything and got don’t know what kind of food.
I was not angry, because they called me ‘Siomay’ or ‘Siaw-Mei’ and even ‘Ah-Girl’, which means Little Girl or Young Lady.
Katarak or not, sometimes I need that. Kekkekeke….:)
____________________________________________________
When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.
- Anonymous-
I don't shit in your office so don't write on my walls.
- The Janitor
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, does not go away.-Philip K Dick-
You must understand, I am a dishonest man. And you can always trust dishonest men to be dishonest. Honestly.
- Captain Jack Sparrow-
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
- Mark Twain
If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
- Kingsley Amis
So our office went for site visit on Monday.
Compared to schools I had attended, this one has so many facilities that made me drool; tennis courts, football, basketball and netball fields.
I stood beside the railing overlooking the blue basketball field and dreamt about those sweaty dazzling guys (they may not come in one package, I mean there must be a few sweaty-only guys…ew.. and few dazzling-only ones).
So, those sweaty dazzling were nice to see, but I wouldn’t like the idea to stand too close to them. They said the more handsome a guy, the smellier he is, while the more beautiful a girl, the trickier she is. Again, 1-0 for us.
On the second thought, school that huge might not always be good to. It would be difficult to bump into someone you want to bump to on the way, intentionally or not. Although I was also standing beside the hostel window looking out to the football field and dreamt about the same scenery. Wondering how many more years it takes before I’ll be too ‘mature’ to get the questions,” Sekolah dimana?” Mhahhaha….
But I think those kind of questions really depend on how blur the askers.
When I was in Senior High, I went to my youngest brother’s school, he is five years younger than me, and they thought that I was younger than him. Before my head became too big and my grin was wider than ear to ear, some customer in my parent’s shop asked me,” So, how many children you have?” Shit happens.
Hey, the girl who asked me was twenty years old and she had three kids dangling on her hands, that’s how it works for them…. Right? Right?
Anyway, other than age. I was asked one in the bus,” Neng orang Sunda atau Jawa?”
Buset. Muke Cina gini kurang jelas apa. I thought he was joking, but then that guy looked so sincere. Berarti apalagi kalo bukan katarak abis….
Or in here, I kept saying that I don’t understand Mandarin, yet they kept talking cing cong wa cong eh lah lah, ended up it was so noisy that I just said yes to everything and got don’t know what kind of food.
I was not angry, because they called me ‘Siomay’ or ‘Siaw-Mei’ and even ‘Ah-Girl’, which means Little Girl or Young Lady.
Katarak or not, sometimes I need that. Kekkekeke….:)
____________________________________________________
When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.
- Anonymous-
I don't shit in your office so don't write on my walls.
- The Janitor
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, does not go away.-Philip K Dick-
You must understand, I am a dishonest man. And you can always trust dishonest men to be dishonest. Honestly.
- Captain Jack Sparrow-
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
- Mark Twain
If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
- Kingsley Amis
posted by aping | 1:18 AM
It's All In The Game
Original Post Date: November 22, 2005
My colleague just poured her heart to me. Whoa, I meant ‘curhat’.
She was in the mid of confusion about complicated relationship. She has not even begun, so it was just the game of shooting and answering.
Gosh, fifteen minutes I talked and listened to her, I realized, I might be too old for this game.
It’s a bloody tiring-mind-reading type of game.
I like this guy; does he like me?
He said this, what did he mean?
He wanted to hold my hand, should I let him or shouldn’t I?
If I said I was not ready, what would he take it as?
What would happen to the friendship? Would it be the same? What if I made the wrong decision?
P.S: Woman’s mindset is as complicated as a puppy tangled in long and long gulali. :)
Men might say ‘I want to pee’ and they mean it, but we might think that You need an excuse, you want to have sometime out, you need space to clear your mind or… something is trapped below, … and finally we think that you might really need to pee.
Sorry, I know this is not a crystal clear example. :)
Huayah!
Sometimes I looked at my single friend, and thought, It must be exciting to have those gabruk gabruk in the heart while playing in this game, but mostly I remember, it might be exciting, but much of the time it was also hurtful and restless. So, I think, I prefer this way. The fifteen minutes already did some damage in my peaceful mind, brought me back to the past for a while, and made me even more thankful than what I used to be, that I don’t need to play much anymore, I hope?
Many a tear has to fall
But it’s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future’s looking dim
But these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won’t call
But it’s all in the game
Soon he’ll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And he’ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
(Nat King Cole)
Bombay....
P.S: Gue lagi laper berat, dikantor lagi gak ada cemilan sama sekali, akhirnya cuman ngemil teh (?!?) dan jadinya makin lapar…! Kemaren di Bali tiap habis nyilem makannya tempe goreng mulu slurppp, sekarang jadi makin pengen yang aneh2, tempe goreng, bakmi, bakso, martabak, sop buntut, pecel lele, otak-otak yang mahalan dan bahkan spesifik otak2 yang cepean… Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..laper laper laper laperrrrrrrrrr….
My colleague just poured her heart to me. Whoa, I meant ‘curhat’.
She was in the mid of confusion about complicated relationship. She has not even begun, so it was just the game of shooting and answering.
Gosh, fifteen minutes I talked and listened to her, I realized, I might be too old for this game.
It’s a bloody tiring-mind-reading type of game.
I like this guy; does he like me?
He said this, what did he mean?
He wanted to hold my hand, should I let him or shouldn’t I?
If I said I was not ready, what would he take it as?
What would happen to the friendship? Would it be the same? What if I made the wrong decision?
P.S: Woman’s mindset is as complicated as a puppy tangled in long and long gulali. :)
Men might say ‘I want to pee’ and they mean it, but we might think that You need an excuse, you want to have sometime out, you need space to clear your mind or… something is trapped below, … and finally we think that you might really need to pee.
Sorry, I know this is not a crystal clear example. :)
Huayah!
Sometimes I looked at my single friend, and thought, It must be exciting to have those gabruk gabruk in the heart while playing in this game, but mostly I remember, it might be exciting, but much of the time it was also hurtful and restless. So, I think, I prefer this way. The fifteen minutes already did some damage in my peaceful mind, brought me back to the past for a while, and made me even more thankful than what I used to be, that I don’t need to play much anymore, I hope?
Many a tear has to fall
But it’s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future’s looking dim
But these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won’t call
But it’s all in the game
Soon he’ll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And he’ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
(Nat King Cole)
Bombay....
P.S: Gue lagi laper berat, dikantor lagi gak ada cemilan sama sekali, akhirnya cuman ngemil teh (?!?) dan jadinya makin lapar…! Kemaren di Bali tiap habis nyilem makannya tempe goreng mulu slurppp, sekarang jadi makin pengen yang aneh2, tempe goreng, bakmi, bakso, martabak, sop buntut, pecel lele, otak-otak yang mahalan dan bahkan spesifik otak2 yang cepean… Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..laper laper laper laperrrrrrrrrr….
posted by aping | 1:16 AM
BALI BALI BALI
Find the stories and picture from these links.
Stories:
http://apingpingaa-balisafari2005stories.blogspot.com
Pictures:
http://apingpingaa-bali2005.blogspot.com
Thanks :)
Stories:
http://apingpingaa-balisafari2005stories.blogspot.com
Pictures:
http://apingpingaa-bali2005.blogspot.com
Thanks :)
posted by aping | 1:13 AM
Music
Original Post Date : November 10, 2005
What is the meaning of music for you? Does it make or break your day?..
Music means a lot to me, in a flowery way, it decorates my life (huayahhh mana tahan…). It’s able to upgrade my happiness into very happy and sadness into the end of the world kind of sadness. Sometimes sad songs make me sad even though I’m in happy screen saver mode. It’s that power.
I’m not a musical person. Of course, I like to picture me wearing long black gown, with long long hair and play violin while everyone got carried away. Cool hah… …mhahaha.. too bad, the only musical instrument I could play is harmonica. Honestly, girls don’t look good or posh blowing harmonica huehhehehe… and to be able to play it, you need only half an hour to learn. I have guitar, Hubby’s friend gave it to me when he knew I wanted to learn guitar. But it ended up behind my couch…maybe put it in my next year resolution..
Anyway, I’m sure even the most unmusical person in the world has some soundtracks in their life.
Soundtracks, such as the songs that remind you for specific thing in our life or specific someone, or some of the lyrics just blow you away. IMO, heartbroken lyrics are the most powerful of all, it tears, breaks and puts some Tabasco in the broken heart. Ouch.
Not only lyrics, but the melody or instrumental could manipulate emotion too. Once, after haven’t been crying for years, I koblo koblo when I heard a wedding song. No, not because some unwanted or heartbroken marriage, but because I had such kuping pangsit that I didn’t hear the lyrics clearly. I though it was a sad song, indeed it was Hawaiian Wedding Song by Andy Williams. Mhahahha….
I shall not meet anyone who read this after..
It was one fine night, everything was ok, college was fine, I didn’t have a fight with bf or anyone, I had my dinner and I was not in debt of course. Maybe I was lonely, and when I heard that song, strangely it sounded sooo sad that out of nowhere, I started to menjiwai....doooh
Guess I was sad, feeling insecure, those might have piled up all along broke it through. It might be just a moment of emotion, but I thought differently after that, it made me realize something.
There are songs that remind me of some guys, friends, places or activities that I had done. The Christmas Song always remind me of one weekend in remote beach called Malingping (ada pingnya seh huhahhaha) while the resort was so cozy, homy and everything was like Christmas, although I wasn’t there for Christmas. There are songs I used to sing terribly with my friends, remind me of them of course, songs that I used to hear until the cassette was broken cause it’s the only cassette I brought when I went for that journey, remind me of the place and the trip, songs with lyric jussst exactly saying about what I feel about this person, remind me of the person.
And, or songs which have special story behind. It doesn’t have to be good, great, masterpiece; even the worst song in the world might mean something for somebody. Heard a Chinese opera song, horrible, but changed my opinion after a grandpa with teary eyes told me that it reminded him of his spouse. Once, I had this best friend and we went out in the group together. In a cassette shop, there was a song playing, and he stood in front of the cassette rack with dreamy eyes.
“Nice song it is.” I was tempted when I saw how ‘deep’ his face was,” Remember someone special?”
He took deep breath, still locked his eyes on the cassette.
“There is this girl, I just don’t know how to let her know.”
He stood there for a good few minutes and decided to buy the cassette for her.
Few days later, I received it and so did the magic words.
We didn’t end up together. I just always regretted why I gave him another reason rather than be honest that I couldn’t picture something more between us.
Since then, whenever I hear the song, I always feel guilty. But, he is still and always be my best guy friend ever. Hhhh…if only I could speak as easy as I could write..
So, anyway, picture says a thousand words. Music says tenth thousand more.
In a while, there would be Christmas song everywhere, and those twinkling instrumental from the tree, too bad there are no longer singing cards hehhehe…I love those twinkling cards! Bought a box of ginger cookies two years ago just because I could spin the box and let the music out. Well, ops…it’s spoilt now, …but the ginger cookies are still inside I guess.
Emm…cookies anyone?
Wehee….! Holiday is finally here for me!!
What is the meaning of music for you? Does it make or break your day?..
Music means a lot to me, in a flowery way, it decorates my life (huayahhh mana tahan…). It’s able to upgrade my happiness into very happy and sadness into the end of the world kind of sadness. Sometimes sad songs make me sad even though I’m in happy screen saver mode. It’s that power.
I’m not a musical person. Of course, I like to picture me wearing long black gown, with long long hair and play violin while everyone got carried away. Cool hah… …mhahaha.. too bad, the only musical instrument I could play is harmonica. Honestly, girls don’t look good or posh blowing harmonica huehhehehe… and to be able to play it, you need only half an hour to learn. I have guitar, Hubby’s friend gave it to me when he knew I wanted to learn guitar. But it ended up behind my couch…maybe put it in my next year resolution..
Anyway, I’m sure even the most unmusical person in the world has some soundtracks in their life.
Soundtracks, such as the songs that remind you for specific thing in our life or specific someone, or some of the lyrics just blow you away. IMO, heartbroken lyrics are the most powerful of all, it tears, breaks and puts some Tabasco in the broken heart. Ouch.
Not only lyrics, but the melody or instrumental could manipulate emotion too. Once, after haven’t been crying for years, I koblo koblo when I heard a wedding song. No, not because some unwanted or heartbroken marriage, but because I had such kuping pangsit that I didn’t hear the lyrics clearly. I though it was a sad song, indeed it was Hawaiian Wedding Song by Andy Williams. Mhahahha….
I shall not meet anyone who read this after..
It was one fine night, everything was ok, college was fine, I didn’t have a fight with bf or anyone, I had my dinner and I was not in debt of course. Maybe I was lonely, and when I heard that song, strangely it sounded sooo sad that out of nowhere, I started to menjiwai....doooh
Guess I was sad, feeling insecure, those might have piled up all along broke it through. It might be just a moment of emotion, but I thought differently after that, it made me realize something.
There are songs that remind me of some guys, friends, places or activities that I had done. The Christmas Song always remind me of one weekend in remote beach called Malingping (ada pingnya seh huhahhaha) while the resort was so cozy, homy and everything was like Christmas, although I wasn’t there for Christmas. There are songs I used to sing terribly with my friends, remind me of them of course, songs that I used to hear until the cassette was broken cause it’s the only cassette I brought when I went for that journey, remind me of the place and the trip, songs with lyric jussst exactly saying about what I feel about this person, remind me of the person.
And, or songs which have special story behind. It doesn’t have to be good, great, masterpiece; even the worst song in the world might mean something for somebody. Heard a Chinese opera song, horrible, but changed my opinion after a grandpa with teary eyes told me that it reminded him of his spouse. Once, I had this best friend and we went out in the group together. In a cassette shop, there was a song playing, and he stood in front of the cassette rack with dreamy eyes.
“Nice song it is.” I was tempted when I saw how ‘deep’ his face was,” Remember someone special?”
He took deep breath, still locked his eyes on the cassette.
“There is this girl, I just don’t know how to let her know.”
He stood there for a good few minutes and decided to buy the cassette for her.
Few days later, I received it and so did the magic words.
We didn’t end up together. I just always regretted why I gave him another reason rather than be honest that I couldn’t picture something more between us.
Since then, whenever I hear the song, I always feel guilty. But, he is still and always be my best guy friend ever. Hhhh…if only I could speak as easy as I could write..
So, anyway, picture says a thousand words. Music says tenth thousand more.
In a while, there would be Christmas song everywhere, and those twinkling instrumental from the tree, too bad there are no longer singing cards hehhehe…I love those twinkling cards! Bought a box of ginger cookies two years ago just because I could spin the box and let the music out. Well, ops…it’s spoilt now, …but the ginger cookies are still inside I guess.
Emm…cookies anyone?
Wehee….! Holiday is finally here for me!!
posted by aping | 1:11 AM
Counting Down
Original Post Date : November 06, 2005
Late for work on Friday, there were some problems with the train.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the train is delayed due to the train ‘fog’ in front of us.”
Something like that. Huh?
What? Fog? Where the hell am I? London?
Come to think of it, maybe it was train FAULT. Nahhhh. Make more sense.
(Note: person under medication)
On Friday afternoon, I was Kaput. My friend liked to say, “My body is not delicious.”
She used direct translation from Indonesian. So, visited expensive doctor in the afternoon and brought home a bunch of medicine. Expensive doctor means the one who is not covered by office insurance, those under insurance are often crap, they are expert with ‘we won’t tell you but we strongly believe it won’t work’ drugs.
So, there burnt my weekend. I slept, slept and slept. Every day almost 12 hours each day, the coughing drug was so strong that I felt as sleepy as crazy, I don’t like that sleepy zombie feeling, make me feel much more stupid than ..ugh…. my boss??
But I took all the medicines, cross my finger hoping to fully recover before H-day.
Anyway, I’m here in the office on Monday but still feeling crappy, I had to drag my feet to come.
Last week, with those Senen-Rabu-Jumat working days, every day is Friday, sooo nice hehehhee..
Tuesday night Monster-Bali Group gathered together. It was officially our first meeting with a complete member of this trip. I always think that we were ok, not so monster, but after that night, I was convinced that we deserved that name. We are easy to deal with if separated, but once we gather….
That night, we tortured the dive shop, meeting point. Then we went to Chinese restaurant and had a few-courses meal, until no other guests were around, didn’t realize, we were still laughing and having fun. I think the waiters wanted to kick our groins desperately. (Note: I don’t have)
So we moved to a nice coffee house and continued until pass midnight. As usual, we only spent few minutes to talk about what we needed to talk, the rest we were just ball-bull around and cracked jokes.
So, final it is. Four days to go.
I have decided that I want to try everything for every chance I have, end up, there are too many things that I like after I tried them.
I’ve never thought ocean could be such a magnet for me. Once tried, twice addicted.
They are like calling me, pulling my ears to taste their sand on my feet, sun and salt on my skin, and wind slapping me up and down (I’m trying to make it sounds romantic…, it doesn’t, does it?). We are so in love with them, until every time we visit one, all we want to do are kick out our heels, run to their embraces and swim with the waves.
When we stayed in Gold Coast for a week, we spent every afternoon in Surfer Paradise, baking our skin until the sun melted to the ocean. We didn’t really back out even though we met two head sized jellyfish next to us. And that was only the surface.
Anyway, being alive is to do what we like to do..
I won't ask much, not luxurious life and splendid posh holiday destination, but
a golden tan, happy faces and priceless pictures.. :)
Pasir putih ombak bergulung, membuih
Derunya sampai ke seberang, ucap selamat datang
Suasana alam tropika, kegembiraan aneka
Lelambaian nyiur pun memanggil nada suara hati
Bau hangat pasir menyapa nafasku
Sejauh kaki melangkah, tak lepas memandang
Ramainya orang bersuka, jaka dara tua muda
Melepas lelah jiwa sehari dan menghibur diri
(Pasir Putih, Kla Project)
Late for work on Friday, there were some problems with the train.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the train is delayed due to the train ‘fog’ in front of us.”
Something like that. Huh?
What? Fog? Where the hell am I? London?
Come to think of it, maybe it was train FAULT. Nahhhh. Make more sense.
(Note: person under medication)
On Friday afternoon, I was Kaput. My friend liked to say, “My body is not delicious.”
She used direct translation from Indonesian. So, visited expensive doctor in the afternoon and brought home a bunch of medicine. Expensive doctor means the one who is not covered by office insurance, those under insurance are often crap, they are expert with ‘we won’t tell you but we strongly believe it won’t work’ drugs.
So, there burnt my weekend. I slept, slept and slept. Every day almost 12 hours each day, the coughing drug was so strong that I felt as sleepy as crazy, I don’t like that sleepy zombie feeling, make me feel much more stupid than ..ugh…. my boss??
But I took all the medicines, cross my finger hoping to fully recover before H-day.
Anyway, I’m here in the office on Monday but still feeling crappy, I had to drag my feet to come.
Last week, with those Senen-Rabu-Jumat working days, every day is Friday, sooo nice hehehhee..
Tuesday night Monster-Bali Group gathered together. It was officially our first meeting with a complete member of this trip. I always think that we were ok, not so monster, but after that night, I was convinced that we deserved that name. We are easy to deal with if separated, but once we gather….
That night, we tortured the dive shop, meeting point. Then we went to Chinese restaurant and had a few-courses meal, until no other guests were around, didn’t realize, we were still laughing and having fun. I think the waiters wanted to kick our groins desperately. (Note: I don’t have)
So we moved to a nice coffee house and continued until pass midnight. As usual, we only spent few minutes to talk about what we needed to talk, the rest we were just ball-bull around and cracked jokes.
So, final it is. Four days to go.
I have decided that I want to try everything for every chance I have, end up, there are too many things that I like after I tried them.
I’ve never thought ocean could be such a magnet for me. Once tried, twice addicted.
They are like calling me, pulling my ears to taste their sand on my feet, sun and salt on my skin, and wind slapping me up and down (I’m trying to make it sounds romantic…, it doesn’t, does it?). We are so in love with them, until every time we visit one, all we want to do are kick out our heels, run to their embraces and swim with the waves.
When we stayed in Gold Coast for a week, we spent every afternoon in Surfer Paradise, baking our skin until the sun melted to the ocean. We didn’t really back out even though we met two head sized jellyfish next to us. And that was only the surface.
Anyway, being alive is to do what we like to do..
I won't ask much, not luxurious life and splendid posh holiday destination, but
a golden tan, happy faces and priceless pictures.. :)
Pasir putih ombak bergulung, membuih
Derunya sampai ke seberang, ucap selamat datang
Suasana alam tropika, kegembiraan aneka
Lelambaian nyiur pun memanggil nada suara hati
Bau hangat pasir menyapa nafasku
Sejauh kaki melangkah, tak lepas memandang
Ramainya orang bersuka, jaka dara tua muda
Melepas lelah jiwa sehari dan menghibur diri
(Pasir Putih, Kla Project)
posted by aping | 1:09 AM
Buset
Original Post Date : October 30, 2005
Buset!
Pagi2 udah apes banget. Bangun sebelom ayam melek (disini gak pernah liat ayam sih, tapi anak SD sini kalo disuruh gambar ayam, gambarnya chicken wing KFC, en KFC belom buka, jadi ayam belom melek…), langit masih gelap, mata masih sepet…
Biasanya pagi2 gini gak bisa molor di kereta, ehh, pagi ini enak banget dapet duduk dipojokan. Muka udah kecetak bentuk sticker kereta tapi tidurnya uenakkk….kebangun dua stasiun sebelom tujuan, en..tidur ampe kelewatan.. kunyuk, langsung sumpah serapah, percuma gue bangun pagi ngejar kereta manyun2 akhirnya rugi 15 menit waktu tidur berharga gue..
Habis selese urusan, mau ngantor, hujan gede. Hujan kayak gini mustinya gak bakal kelar satu, dua, tiga jam *sok tau*, takut telat ngantor, gue terobos aja. Hujannya gede, Jeck! Mana pake baju putih, akhirnya gile, free show, amal, nyeplak kemana-mana, kayak tikus kecebur got. Belakang bisa tutupin pake tas, depan wadaw, untung nemu tukang Koran, akhirnya terlindung dikit harga diri…
Nyampe kantor, hujan berenti, computer hang.
Kenapa sih hari ini????! Udah Senen, jelek lagi!
Takut masuk angin, basah2 kena AC, minum deh tuh jamu Tolak Angin bekas beli Jakarta, hehhehe, uelamak, pait, baunya kenceng, bwek bwek….
Btw, gue tau yang di Jakarta pada libur, tadinya gue sirik, sekarang enggak lagi! Mhahahhaha...baru tau gue ternyata banyakan loe pada disuruh ambil Cuti Paksa, Hahahhahha, nyahooo! Benernya cuman dapat dua hari kan?? Mendingan gue kemana-mana, mau ambil cuti kapan terserah-serah gue. Huhahahha, makan tuh libur seminggu!
Nyolod banget gue...emang..
Anyway, gue lagi kedinginan, nunggu kerjaan. Harus kelarin dua kerjaan sebelom ke Bali, dan kunyuk2 yang bertanggung jawab belom ampe tahap ngasih gue, masih disiapin, so gue nganggur en kedinginan! Padahal jarang banget kayak gitu, jadi jamu pait bau itu gak epek gitu? Tergoda juga mau minta cuti sakit...tapi perasaan baek2 aja deh, cuman dingin aja. Trus jari sakit bekas kejepit jendela, gile, gue pikir patah kemaren. Mau nutup jendela, jarinya nangkring di trelis, trus bam, gue hantem aja tuh daun jadi posisi jarinya keceklek diantara trelis ama jendela, kayak Z kebalik, yang diagonal jarinya, ngerti gak ngerti gak. Habis itu harus nanam muka di kasur bermenit2 ampe sakitnya ilang, biar gak cengeng. So, bisa cuti? :D
Bonyok dateng kemaren malem, belom sempat ngobrol2. Ntar malem mau ke kota ambil handphone Hubby lagi dibenerin. Duh.., males juga. Kemaren Sabtu kita udah keliling negara, hehehhe...dari ujung satu ke ujung laen. Cari stiker2 buat nama2in gear, trus tuker duit buat ke Bali. Hampir panik juga ngeliat seratus ribuan baru. Kok jadi kayak kertas kado buat Valentine? Warnanya pink, orange warna warni. Gue ampe panik telpon ke Jakarta buat mastiin, lha gimana kalo uang palsu? Dibawah box money changer ada anak kecil motong2in kertas kado trus ditukerin sebagai rupiah? Giliran yang ngangkat engko gue, orangnya buram, Blur King, juga,
“Hah? Seratusan ribu baru? Emang ada? Bukannya yang plastik itu ya?” We...gue jadi lumayan panik, mana udah dituker, untung nyokap yang ngomong akhirnya.
Saking lega, langsung deh pulang, lupa ngambil2in brosur jalan2 pesanan nyokap.
Minggunya, ke gereja, setelah absen berminggu-minggu karena Hubby lembur mulu. Abis itu nyari2in sesuatu buat dia. Ternyata sama cerewetnya ama gue, maunya yang kayak gini, dan emang sering banget, nyari satu negara, gak ada yang pas dihati. Giliran dapet, gak ada ukuran. Emang selalu gitu kalo disini, pilihan terbatas banget, pasaran dimana2. Kalo yang gak terbatas, harganya gila2an, tapi pasaran juga. Huh. Tapi kemaren semangat banget nyarinya, ampe rumah, ganti sendal jepit, keluar lagi. Tetap aja.........gak dapet.
Udah lama gak ngomong2 tentang pilem. Kan sekarang sering nonton DVD gara2 rental,
Gara2 nyewanya unlimited, yang kacangan juga ditontonin, habis yang bagus suka gak ada atau disewa orang, en mampir tokonya suka buru2, jadi asal ambil aja.
Malcolm In The Middle :
Ini emang suka nonton di TV dari dulu, sekali ini pinjem Season pertamanya. Lucu banget, tuh anak2 cowok badung banget en bonyoknya juga rada gila. Hahhaha, kalo nonton yang kayak gitu, jadi malah pengen punya. Huehhehehehehe...
Emang sih nakalnya sadis, tapi setidaknya anak2nya tahan banting, mandiri, nekad en gak nangis atau jerit2. Aduh, kalo anak kecil jerit2, langsung pengen sumpel pake bantal.
Dulu pas sakit gigi akut, yang ampe gak kebayang, ada anak2 dikereta, lari2, nabrak2, jerit2. Doooooh...! Sejak itu..... (ce-e-lah..)
Seinfield:
Namanya juga sewaan, ya season pertama juga. Tuh orang cara ngomongnya aneh bener, tapi ceritanya lucu seh, hehhehehhehehhe...
Lady Killer:
Pacenya lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ampe gemes, cape ngedengerin Tom Hanks ngomong. Leleeeettt.
Multipicity:
Ala Michael Keaton. Cowok bermata bagus. Lumayan.
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind:
Idenya bagus, tapi plotnya gak mulus, apalagi depan2nya susah bikin orang terus tertarik. Cuman Jim Carey keliatannya normal. Tumben.
Serving Sara:
Mattew Perry. Surprisingly, lumayan lucu.
Aviator:
Waduh. Kirain bagus, kok ada sih filem kayak gitu? Udah itu Leonardo ngomongnya pake jepit jemuran dihidung. Males banget.
View From The Top, Law of Attraction:
Sambil maen game gila2an, curi liat semenit dua menit, juga ngerti. Kopong banget.
The Animal:
Lucu tapi norak dan maksa.
Finding Neverland:
Like this one, and the actor. :)
Million Dollar Baby:
Good, and the actress.
Hitch:
Gue pikir Will Smith nyebelin, tapi filemnya gak sejelek yang gue kira, malah gak seklise drama biasa. Cuman gue menolak dia dibilang, Tall, dark and handsome. Jauhhh...
My Big Fat Greek Wedding:
Apaan sih??? Katanya lucu. Enggak. Katanya drama. Enggak.
Harry Potter and The Soccerer Stone:
Zzzz....z..z....lemong., lambret bener..., gak kelar nontonnya.
Sejak nonton Chamber of Secret, gue kapok nonton HP di bioskop. Waktu itu, bioskop penuh dengan anak kecil, rame banget, trus mereka semua tuh hapalin bukunya, jadi tiap adegan udah diomongin dulu sebelom muncul. Nanti gini..nanti gitu...
Padahal gue udah lupa bukunya kayak apa, pengen enjoy, jadi ancur2an.
Bukunya sih baca semua, tapi yang kelima bacanya tiga bulan sebelom yang keenam keluar, en setengah buku pertama boring banget.
Yang keenam asik, baca e-booknya, lumayan dua hari nganggur dikantor. :)
Emang paling sebel kalo nonton apa2 udah dikasih tau akhirnya. Apalagi TV sini suka telat, jadi giliran ngebrowse ternyata seasonnya udah laen/ pemenangnya udah keluar, atau ada temen bangga trus ember sana sini. Pengen jedotin rasanya. Gue masih dendam dulu filem Sixth Sense ada yang ngomongin akhirnya gini gini, padahal kan itu ceritanya! En gue gak nonton ampe sekarang. Huh.
Tadinya pengen cerita soal Bali jaman dulu, buat bikin gue tambah semangat (benernya gak perlu) ama buat ngisi waktu. Tapi gara2 bawel, udah kepanjangan.
Hehehhehe.... sepuluh hari lagiiiii.....
Buset!
Pagi2 udah apes banget. Bangun sebelom ayam melek (disini gak pernah liat ayam sih, tapi anak SD sini kalo disuruh gambar ayam, gambarnya chicken wing KFC, en KFC belom buka, jadi ayam belom melek…), langit masih gelap, mata masih sepet…
Biasanya pagi2 gini gak bisa molor di kereta, ehh, pagi ini enak banget dapet duduk dipojokan. Muka udah kecetak bentuk sticker kereta tapi tidurnya uenakkk….kebangun dua stasiun sebelom tujuan, en..tidur ampe kelewatan.. kunyuk, langsung sumpah serapah, percuma gue bangun pagi ngejar kereta manyun2 akhirnya rugi 15 menit waktu tidur berharga gue..
Habis selese urusan, mau ngantor, hujan gede. Hujan kayak gini mustinya gak bakal kelar satu, dua, tiga jam *sok tau*, takut telat ngantor, gue terobos aja. Hujannya gede, Jeck! Mana pake baju putih, akhirnya gile, free show, amal, nyeplak kemana-mana, kayak tikus kecebur got. Belakang bisa tutupin pake tas, depan wadaw, untung nemu tukang Koran, akhirnya terlindung dikit harga diri…
Nyampe kantor, hujan berenti, computer hang.
Kenapa sih hari ini????! Udah Senen, jelek lagi!
Takut masuk angin, basah2 kena AC, minum deh tuh jamu Tolak Angin bekas beli Jakarta, hehhehe, uelamak, pait, baunya kenceng, bwek bwek….
Btw, gue tau yang di Jakarta pada libur, tadinya gue sirik, sekarang enggak lagi! Mhahahhaha...baru tau gue ternyata banyakan loe pada disuruh ambil Cuti Paksa, Hahahhahha, nyahooo! Benernya cuman dapat dua hari kan?? Mendingan gue kemana-mana, mau ambil cuti kapan terserah-serah gue. Huhahahha, makan tuh libur seminggu!
Nyolod banget gue...emang..
Anyway, gue lagi kedinginan, nunggu kerjaan. Harus kelarin dua kerjaan sebelom ke Bali, dan kunyuk2 yang bertanggung jawab belom ampe tahap ngasih gue, masih disiapin, so gue nganggur en kedinginan! Padahal jarang banget kayak gitu, jadi jamu pait bau itu gak epek gitu? Tergoda juga mau minta cuti sakit...tapi perasaan baek2 aja deh, cuman dingin aja. Trus jari sakit bekas kejepit jendela, gile, gue pikir patah kemaren. Mau nutup jendela, jarinya nangkring di trelis, trus bam, gue hantem aja tuh daun jadi posisi jarinya keceklek diantara trelis ama jendela, kayak Z kebalik, yang diagonal jarinya, ngerti gak ngerti gak. Habis itu harus nanam muka di kasur bermenit2 ampe sakitnya ilang, biar gak cengeng. So, bisa cuti? :D
Bonyok dateng kemaren malem, belom sempat ngobrol2. Ntar malem mau ke kota ambil handphone Hubby lagi dibenerin. Duh.., males juga. Kemaren Sabtu kita udah keliling negara, hehehhe...dari ujung satu ke ujung laen. Cari stiker2 buat nama2in gear, trus tuker duit buat ke Bali. Hampir panik juga ngeliat seratus ribuan baru. Kok jadi kayak kertas kado buat Valentine? Warnanya pink, orange warna warni. Gue ampe panik telpon ke Jakarta buat mastiin, lha gimana kalo uang palsu? Dibawah box money changer ada anak kecil motong2in kertas kado trus ditukerin sebagai rupiah? Giliran yang ngangkat engko gue, orangnya buram, Blur King, juga,
“Hah? Seratusan ribu baru? Emang ada? Bukannya yang plastik itu ya?” We...gue jadi lumayan panik, mana udah dituker, untung nyokap yang ngomong akhirnya.
Saking lega, langsung deh pulang, lupa ngambil2in brosur jalan2 pesanan nyokap.
Minggunya, ke gereja, setelah absen berminggu-minggu karena Hubby lembur mulu. Abis itu nyari2in sesuatu buat dia. Ternyata sama cerewetnya ama gue, maunya yang kayak gini, dan emang sering banget, nyari satu negara, gak ada yang pas dihati. Giliran dapet, gak ada ukuran. Emang selalu gitu kalo disini, pilihan terbatas banget, pasaran dimana2. Kalo yang gak terbatas, harganya gila2an, tapi pasaran juga. Huh. Tapi kemaren semangat banget nyarinya, ampe rumah, ganti sendal jepit, keluar lagi. Tetap aja.........gak dapet.
Udah lama gak ngomong2 tentang pilem. Kan sekarang sering nonton DVD gara2 rental,
Gara2 nyewanya unlimited, yang kacangan juga ditontonin, habis yang bagus suka gak ada atau disewa orang, en mampir tokonya suka buru2, jadi asal ambil aja.
Malcolm In The Middle :
Ini emang suka nonton di TV dari dulu, sekali ini pinjem Season pertamanya. Lucu banget, tuh anak2 cowok badung banget en bonyoknya juga rada gila. Hahhaha, kalo nonton yang kayak gitu, jadi malah pengen punya. Huehhehehehehe...
Emang sih nakalnya sadis, tapi setidaknya anak2nya tahan banting, mandiri, nekad en gak nangis atau jerit2. Aduh, kalo anak kecil jerit2, langsung pengen sumpel pake bantal.
Dulu pas sakit gigi akut, yang ampe gak kebayang, ada anak2 dikereta, lari2, nabrak2, jerit2. Doooooh...! Sejak itu..... (ce-e-lah..)
Seinfield:
Namanya juga sewaan, ya season pertama juga. Tuh orang cara ngomongnya aneh bener, tapi ceritanya lucu seh, hehhehehhehehhe...
Lady Killer:
Pacenya lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ampe gemes, cape ngedengerin Tom Hanks ngomong. Leleeeettt.
Multipicity:
Ala Michael Keaton. Cowok bermata bagus. Lumayan.
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind:
Idenya bagus, tapi plotnya gak mulus, apalagi depan2nya susah bikin orang terus tertarik. Cuman Jim Carey keliatannya normal. Tumben.
Serving Sara:
Mattew Perry. Surprisingly, lumayan lucu.
Aviator:
Waduh. Kirain bagus, kok ada sih filem kayak gitu? Udah itu Leonardo ngomongnya pake jepit jemuran dihidung. Males banget.
View From The Top, Law of Attraction:
Sambil maen game gila2an, curi liat semenit dua menit, juga ngerti. Kopong banget.
The Animal:
Lucu tapi norak dan maksa.
Finding Neverland:
Like this one, and the actor. :)
Million Dollar Baby:
Good, and the actress.
Hitch:
Gue pikir Will Smith nyebelin, tapi filemnya gak sejelek yang gue kira, malah gak seklise drama biasa. Cuman gue menolak dia dibilang, Tall, dark and handsome. Jauhhh...
My Big Fat Greek Wedding:
Apaan sih??? Katanya lucu. Enggak. Katanya drama. Enggak.
Harry Potter and The Soccerer Stone:
Zzzz....z..z....lemong., lambret bener..., gak kelar nontonnya.
Sejak nonton Chamber of Secret, gue kapok nonton HP di bioskop. Waktu itu, bioskop penuh dengan anak kecil, rame banget, trus mereka semua tuh hapalin bukunya, jadi tiap adegan udah diomongin dulu sebelom muncul. Nanti gini..nanti gitu...
Padahal gue udah lupa bukunya kayak apa, pengen enjoy, jadi ancur2an.
Bukunya sih baca semua, tapi yang kelima bacanya tiga bulan sebelom yang keenam keluar, en setengah buku pertama boring banget.
Yang keenam asik, baca e-booknya, lumayan dua hari nganggur dikantor. :)
Emang paling sebel kalo nonton apa2 udah dikasih tau akhirnya. Apalagi TV sini suka telat, jadi giliran ngebrowse ternyata seasonnya udah laen/ pemenangnya udah keluar, atau ada temen bangga trus ember sana sini. Pengen jedotin rasanya. Gue masih dendam dulu filem Sixth Sense ada yang ngomongin akhirnya gini gini, padahal kan itu ceritanya! En gue gak nonton ampe sekarang. Huh.
Tadinya pengen cerita soal Bali jaman dulu, buat bikin gue tambah semangat (benernya gak perlu) ama buat ngisi waktu. Tapi gara2 bawel, udah kepanjangan.
Hehehhehe.... sepuluh hari lagiiiii.....
posted by aping | 1:05 AM
Time has changed (Doooh..!)
Original Post Date : October 28, 2005
Another person, that makes it more than half a dozen, had complained again about the size of my pictures, I mean, the size of my face in the pictures. I’ve tried to put in bigger face, but I pulled it again.
They say, if you have your pictures all over the house, it’s a good sign, so you are a confident and social person. I’m confident, I’m quite social, but I’m not maniac…Hehehhehehehe…
I don’t really like seeing my pictures being displayed. It just feels strange that there’s someone looked like me and do the same thing with me and I can see her looking at me even when we are not catching our eyes (I’m being an idiot, right?). Anyway, I felt like destroying the TV in malls when they captured the images of people passing by. And believe it or not, I haven’t watched my wedding video, can’t help it.
I’ll try.
I read from newspaper, that tomorrow we might be able to see Mars. I’m quite skeptical about that.., from my house there are too many buildings in the horizon, my bedroom window is even worse, I can see my opposite neighbors digging their nose. I can always go out, but not in the mood. But I’d love to see Mars.
I think I believe there are aliens. Mhehhehe…It’s just to naïve to think that we are the only living advanced animal in the universe. See, we have Mercury to Pluto around the sun. We have many other sets like that inside the galaxy (Bimasakti?). And there are many other galaxies, then there is one and only civilization? In Earth? Yeah, right.
I always like astronomy, my category of astronomy is looking at the stars, the positioning, collecting pictures of planets and space exploration. That’s why I was very pissed off to know that moon landing might be fake! How about a little girl’s (now kind of ol…ehm...more mature) dream to become astronaut?
I don’t know whether it was a dream or not, I think it was.., I saw an UFO (sounds like a dream right.. Mahhaha :)), flying in the sky behind my house in my home town. It was a saucer shape (predictable), silvery with red lights. The thing is, I had never watched or heard or saw anything about that before. I didn’t even know it was an UFO.
My younger brother also told me one day, he saw something round, red and very huge in the sky. I waited in the deck with him until our sleeping time, but didn’t see anything. He was seven maybe eight that time, he wouldn’t lie to me, unless, maybe, he saw sunset? :D
Or, maybe, he saw Mars. Hmmmm..
But, no matter how I like space, I hate Star Wars and Star Trek. Hate is a strong word and I use it. I know it’s not fair, since I’ve never watched them fully. But I sure can tell that I hate it when I couldn’t stare at the TV/movie screen for continuous five minutes?
Out from space. Jump.
I feel world nowadays is in favor for women.
Let’s see.
Woman wearing man’s cloth: Tomboi, Sporty, Sexy, Masculine
Man wearing woman’s cloth: Bencong, Crazy, Nuts
Woman being extreme: Feminist
Man being extreme: Male Chauvinist Pig (MCP, I swear, this is a proper/formal term here)
Women tell dirty jokes: Dirty Jokes
Men tell dirty jokes: Sexual Harassments
Few days ago, I had lunch with two girls and one guy. Out of nowhere, we were talking about anatomy.
G1 : I always think that female’s anatomy are created nicely. They are in shape; everything is proper and designed well. But for guys…it’s like…
G2 : I think so too… they are ugly.
G3 : Out of shape.
G1 : Yeah, I think they are not well arranged…
G2 : Like they were created in the rush.., last minute work…
G3 : And low budget.
I remember one of my friend (Hi, if you remember) told me that she wondered why men are associated with extreme and adventurous sports, while their anatomy are definitely not as practical as girl. Like, horse riding. Isn’t it…uhm…uncomfortable…uhm….ngeganjel???
G1 : Yes… I agree. I don’t think they should always be the one who associated with those type of sports…I mean.., they are attached with…hmmm…on… here and there....
G2 : Not proper..
G3 : And low budget.
My guy friend just sat there speechless, all he could do was grinning. I think three of us, from different characters are just nice to be combined as a group. Group from hell. Today we’ve just cornered another guy. He is a very very neat guy, and we convinced him that he would find a wife with opposite character; sloppy, dirty, kinky.... We had analyzed, testimonials, living samples etc…at the end of the lunch, he wanted to be a bachelor forever…
Living here, I think women have much more advantages. Men say, it costs a lot to get married, but costs much much more to be divorced. Women here comfortable wearing short skirt, tank top, you can see my belly, you can see a lot, you can see everything if you try harder, but for the men, they can’t enjoy the sights too obvious. They can’t stare intensely; they can’t colek2 or suit2 if they don't want to spend sometime in jail. That’s why when they go to neighboring country, like Batam, I used to meet respectable-polite-well-dressed looking Singapore men behaved like the most extreme abang2. “Suit-suit…Ah girl! Lai-lai.. bla … bla.. bla…
Middle aged men here, are famous for their wives (in plural form). Not too far, my dad’s friends, two at least, my ex-boss, they have two wives outside the primary marriage, and they are strategically located, in different countries. But it’s not really the privileges of men only anymore. There are lots of cases where middle age women, keep toy boys in other country too, again, like Batam. And they pay all their affair expenses with their husband’s money. Nah.
Happy Lebaran for those who celebrate, for those whose today is the last working day until don’t know when. Enjoy… :)
Another person, that makes it more than half a dozen, had complained again about the size of my pictures, I mean, the size of my face in the pictures. I’ve tried to put in bigger face, but I pulled it again.
They say, if you have your pictures all over the house, it’s a good sign, so you are a confident and social person. I’m confident, I’m quite social, but I’m not maniac…Hehehhehehehe…
I don’t really like seeing my pictures being displayed. It just feels strange that there’s someone looked like me and do the same thing with me and I can see her looking at me even when we are not catching our eyes (I’m being an idiot, right?). Anyway, I felt like destroying the TV in malls when they captured the images of people passing by. And believe it or not, I haven’t watched my wedding video, can’t help it.
I’ll try.
I read from newspaper, that tomorrow we might be able to see Mars. I’m quite skeptical about that.., from my house there are too many buildings in the horizon, my bedroom window is even worse, I can see my opposite neighbors digging their nose. I can always go out, but not in the mood. But I’d love to see Mars.
I think I believe there are aliens. Mhehhehe…It’s just to naïve to think that we are the only living advanced animal in the universe. See, we have Mercury to Pluto around the sun. We have many other sets like that inside the galaxy (Bimasakti?). And there are many other galaxies, then there is one and only civilization? In Earth? Yeah, right.
I always like astronomy, my category of astronomy is looking at the stars, the positioning, collecting pictures of planets and space exploration. That’s why I was very pissed off to know that moon landing might be fake! How about a little girl’s (now kind of ol…ehm...more mature) dream to become astronaut?
I don’t know whether it was a dream or not, I think it was.., I saw an UFO (sounds like a dream right.. Mahhaha :)), flying in the sky behind my house in my home town. It was a saucer shape (predictable), silvery with red lights. The thing is, I had never watched or heard or saw anything about that before. I didn’t even know it was an UFO.
My younger brother also told me one day, he saw something round, red and very huge in the sky. I waited in the deck with him until our sleeping time, but didn’t see anything. He was seven maybe eight that time, he wouldn’t lie to me, unless, maybe, he saw sunset? :D
Or, maybe, he saw Mars. Hmmmm..
But, no matter how I like space, I hate Star Wars and Star Trek. Hate is a strong word and I use it. I know it’s not fair, since I’ve never watched them fully. But I sure can tell that I hate it when I couldn’t stare at the TV/movie screen for continuous five minutes?
Out from space. Jump.
I feel world nowadays is in favor for women.
Let’s see.
Woman wearing man’s cloth: Tomboi, Sporty, Sexy, Masculine
Man wearing woman’s cloth: Bencong, Crazy, Nuts
Woman being extreme: Feminist
Man being extreme: Male Chauvinist Pig (MCP, I swear, this is a proper/formal term here)
Women tell dirty jokes: Dirty Jokes
Men tell dirty jokes: Sexual Harassments
Few days ago, I had lunch with two girls and one guy. Out of nowhere, we were talking about anatomy.
G1 : I always think that female’s anatomy are created nicely. They are in shape; everything is proper and designed well. But for guys…it’s like…
G2 : I think so too… they are ugly.
G3 : Out of shape.
G1 : Yeah, I think they are not well arranged…
G2 : Like they were created in the rush.., last minute work…
G3 : And low budget.
I remember one of my friend (Hi, if you remember) told me that she wondered why men are associated with extreme and adventurous sports, while their anatomy are definitely not as practical as girl. Like, horse riding. Isn’t it…uhm…uncomfortable…uhm….ngeganjel???
G1 : Yes… I agree. I don’t think they should always be the one who associated with those type of sports…I mean.., they are attached with…hmmm…on… here and there....
G2 : Not proper..
G3 : And low budget.
My guy friend just sat there speechless, all he could do was grinning. I think three of us, from different characters are just nice to be combined as a group. Group from hell. Today we’ve just cornered another guy. He is a very very neat guy, and we convinced him that he would find a wife with opposite character; sloppy, dirty, kinky.... We had analyzed, testimonials, living samples etc…at the end of the lunch, he wanted to be a bachelor forever…
Living here, I think women have much more advantages. Men say, it costs a lot to get married, but costs much much more to be divorced. Women here comfortable wearing short skirt, tank top, you can see my belly, you can see a lot, you can see everything if you try harder, but for the men, they can’t enjoy the sights too obvious. They can’t stare intensely; they can’t colek2 or suit2 if they don't want to spend sometime in jail. That’s why when they go to neighboring country, like Batam, I used to meet respectable-polite-well-dressed looking Singapore men behaved like the most extreme abang2. “Suit-suit…Ah girl! Lai-lai.. bla … bla.. bla…
Middle aged men here, are famous for their wives (in plural form). Not too far, my dad’s friends, two at least, my ex-boss, they have two wives outside the primary marriage, and they are strategically located, in different countries. But it’s not really the privileges of men only anymore. There are lots of cases where middle age women, keep toy boys in other country too, again, like Batam. And they pay all their affair expenses with their husband’s money. Nah.
Happy Lebaran for those who celebrate, for those whose today is the last working day until don’t know when. Enjoy… :)
posted by aping | 1:02 AM
Senses
Original Post Date : October 26, 2005
Visited Funan IT Center on Saturday and Sunday, not for shopping or gadget seeing, but to meet few people. Saturday we went to few places; Ausa shop to get the replacement for my broken octopus; the spare regulator. The outer plastic had been broken, can be used but not safe. I couldn’t figure out what caused it, it was located near my chest and I didn’t feel being bumped into anything (If I did…ooops! Ouch!), turned out it happened to other customers too (product faulty) and I got replacement from softer material.
We met Froggie there. Hadn’t met him for quite sometimes, we had quite a lot to talk about, as usual, he cracked us up. From Ausa, we went to Funan, visit a dive shop there and then Army market (Singapore version of ITC/Tanah Abang/Pasar Minggu) to buy something, then off we went to another shop. Very productive day indeed. Busy busy busy.
Sunday, we met another person in Funan, settle few things and buy traveling toiletries, all cute and mini size.
Yesterday, I did some paper preparation, printing, clipping, and chopping for homemade logbook.
Just remember that next week is holiday week. Sniff, but we only have one-day holiday for Lebaran. One day! It’s not even enough to visit original siblings. I envy those who stay in Jakarta, Malaysia etc. While you are having fun, remember us who stuck in office.
Next week we also have Hindu holiday, Deepavali. So, work Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Tuesday and Thursday off. Weekend, work, off, work, off, work, weekend. How working mood it would be?! :)
Talking about that, there are too few holidays here, lah! The longest we have is Chinese New Year, how long?? Two days! T-W-O! Pedit! It’s not enough to touch everyone, hugs, kisses..mhehehe…yiii…
But frankly, I hate being touch by people I’m not familiar with. I hate being touched accidentally or (not!) by strangers. There is one colleague of mine, almost everytime she passes my table, she would toel my neck. Damn..! It sends goose bump all the way to my brain. If she was a he, whoshhh….Super Sanya Tiga…!
“What’s eating you? Bugger off!” I told her somethingggg like that, but few days after, she would forget that I don’t like it. I also strongly don’t understand the purpose (and the purpose why abang2 monyong like to toel girls at any chance they get. What is so satisfying about a finger tip but make them a low and annoying human being?).
So, I hardly, almost never, hold hands with my girl friends. I would taken aback when they did it to me, or wrapped their arms around my shoulder, but slowly I knew that it should be a good sign, that they felt comfortable with me, and I learned to get used to that and expressed my way of feeling comfortable with them. (by picking on them (nyelaaa))
But actually, it would be good to have more touch with friends (the right kind of touch of course) and family. For us, we never get used to hug each other. No wayyy…. except with parents on our wedding days?
The only usual touching thing we do is punching each other. Not only action, but it’s also awkward to say “I love you” in my mothertongue language. I discussed this with my friend from the same hometown and we agreed it doesn’t sound humane. Kekekeke.
Imagine if I hug my brothers and say I love you, they would look at me as if I was crazy and say,
” What’s eating you? Bugger off!”
Maybe I’ll teach my kids (ce-e-lah, standing by the window looking at the future), so they can use hugging to communicate. It says; I miss you, I love you, I care about you, I’m here for you, I’ll be your friend always, Count on me, ..bla… many things that are difficult and too complicated to say in words.
Out of topic,.. (Anyway, I have never had a clear topic).....
My friend has just broken up with her boyfriend. I had a chat with the colleague who gave me 50 snoopies (in my old story) and found out he doesn’t intend to get married at all. I’ve seen the way my sister coped up with her husband and kept straight face however others might say that she made the wrong choice. I’ve heard my colleague and boss fooling around outside marriage and they treated it as fun.
My friend : If a man tell me that they would love a girl from personality instead of appearance, I won’t believe them, at all.
My colleague : I don’t see the importance of marriage. I love my freedom, and the idea of sharing my life with another person doesn’t sound very appealing to me.
My other colleague : It’s ok that I fool around, as long as I always go home and my wife doesn’t know. Anyway, I never treat them (affairs) seriously or have any feelings for them. It’s just for fun and variation. In that way, we would be happier in our marriage.
My boss (previous): Looong story.
Hmmm.
If only I could say this one is right, this one is wrong, but there’s no such thing. Everything is in shades of grey, relative and different in every case.
But I still believe there are ‘personality’ nice decent guys and girls everywhere, so I could only tell my friend not to give up or make do with the wrong person in a rush. (What a preacher I am! ;)
Visited Funan IT Center on Saturday and Sunday, not for shopping or gadget seeing, but to meet few people. Saturday we went to few places; Ausa shop to get the replacement for my broken octopus; the spare regulator. The outer plastic had been broken, can be used but not safe. I couldn’t figure out what caused it, it was located near my chest and I didn’t feel being bumped into anything (If I did…ooops! Ouch!), turned out it happened to other customers too (product faulty) and I got replacement from softer material.
We met Froggie there. Hadn’t met him for quite sometimes, we had quite a lot to talk about, as usual, he cracked us up. From Ausa, we went to Funan, visit a dive shop there and then Army market (Singapore version of ITC/Tanah Abang/Pasar Minggu) to buy something, then off we went to another shop. Very productive day indeed. Busy busy busy.
Sunday, we met another person in Funan, settle few things and buy traveling toiletries, all cute and mini size.
Yesterday, I did some paper preparation, printing, clipping, and chopping for homemade logbook.
Just remember that next week is holiday week. Sniff, but we only have one-day holiday for Lebaran. One day! It’s not even enough to visit original siblings. I envy those who stay in Jakarta, Malaysia etc. While you are having fun, remember us who stuck in office.
Next week we also have Hindu holiday, Deepavali. So, work Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Tuesday and Thursday off. Weekend, work, off, work, off, work, weekend. How working mood it would be?! :)
Talking about that, there are too few holidays here, lah! The longest we have is Chinese New Year, how long?? Two days! T-W-O! Pedit! It’s not enough to touch everyone, hugs, kisses..mhehehe…yiii…
But frankly, I hate being touch by people I’m not familiar with. I hate being touched accidentally or (not!) by strangers. There is one colleague of mine, almost everytime she passes my table, she would toel my neck. Damn..! It sends goose bump all the way to my brain. If she was a he, whoshhh….Super Sanya Tiga…!
“What’s eating you? Bugger off!” I told her somethingggg like that, but few days after, she would forget that I don’t like it. I also strongly don’t understand the purpose (and the purpose why abang2 monyong like to toel girls at any chance they get. What is so satisfying about a finger tip but make them a low and annoying human being?).
So, I hardly, almost never, hold hands with my girl friends. I would taken aback when they did it to me, or wrapped their arms around my shoulder, but slowly I knew that it should be a good sign, that they felt comfortable with me, and I learned to get used to that and expressed my way of feeling comfortable with them. (by picking on them (nyelaaa))
But actually, it would be good to have more touch with friends (the right kind of touch of course) and family. For us, we never get used to hug each other. No wayyy…. except with parents on our wedding days?
The only usual touching thing we do is punching each other. Not only action, but it’s also awkward to say “I love you” in my mothertongue language. I discussed this with my friend from the same hometown and we agreed it doesn’t sound humane. Kekekeke.
Imagine if I hug my brothers and say I love you, they would look at me as if I was crazy and say,
” What’s eating you? Bugger off!”
Maybe I’ll teach my kids (ce-e-lah, standing by the window looking at the future), so they can use hugging to communicate. It says; I miss you, I love you, I care about you, I’m here for you, I’ll be your friend always, Count on me, ..bla… many things that are difficult and too complicated to say in words.
Out of topic,.. (Anyway, I have never had a clear topic).....
My friend has just broken up with her boyfriend. I had a chat with the colleague who gave me 50 snoopies (in my old story) and found out he doesn’t intend to get married at all. I’ve seen the way my sister coped up with her husband and kept straight face however others might say that she made the wrong choice. I’ve heard my colleague and boss fooling around outside marriage and they treated it as fun.
My friend : If a man tell me that they would love a girl from personality instead of appearance, I won’t believe them, at all.
My colleague : I don’t see the importance of marriage. I love my freedom, and the idea of sharing my life with another person doesn’t sound very appealing to me.
My other colleague : It’s ok that I fool around, as long as I always go home and my wife doesn’t know. Anyway, I never treat them (affairs) seriously or have any feelings for them. It’s just for fun and variation. In that way, we would be happier in our marriage.
My boss (previous): Looong story.
Hmmm.
If only I could say this one is right, this one is wrong, but there’s no such thing. Everything is in shades of grey, relative and different in every case.
But I still believe there are ‘personality’ nice decent guys and girls everywhere, so I could only tell my friend not to give up or make do with the wrong person in a rush. (What a preacher I am! ;)
posted by aping | 1:00 AM
UK Requirement Anyone?
Original Post Date : October 25, 2005
My Gosh!
I’ve received the UK Requirement shit for the third time in these few days only.
My advice: If you receive and want to forward it to me, try to screw it three times, then print, burn and drink it. It will increase the amount in the cheque THREE TIMES and enhance your sex life. Try it. You have nothing to lose except a drop of ink, a match, and a glass of water. Deal?
Count me out FFS. I’m allergic to cyber cheque.
Update: This email comes in different name. Basically they ask you to send it to as many people you can and you'll receive check with crazy amount from Bill Gates, multiply such as multilevel marketing.
My Gosh!
I’ve received the UK Requirement shit for the third time in these few days only.
My advice: If you receive and want to forward it to me, try to screw it three times, then print, burn and drink it. It will increase the amount in the cheque THREE TIMES and enhance your sex life. Try it. You have nothing to lose except a drop of ink, a match, and a glass of water. Deal?
Count me out FFS. I’m allergic to cyber cheque.
Update: This email comes in different name. Basically they ask you to send it to as many people you can and you'll receive check with crazy amount from Bill Gates, multiply such as multilevel marketing.
posted by aping | 12:58 AM
Twinging
Original Post Date : October 21, 2005
Wadaaww.....
Have you even seen time moves? They said time flies, but sometimes it’s stuck, don’t ya think?
Just like when you are in the middle of Distance Family’s Reunion, Class and especially WORK! I like it when I’m busy, weeks fly by, and suddenly weekend is coming. Especially when I already passed Monday and Tuesday.
This month I have been quite busy, sometimes very. Today I suppose to be busy, but I have been having headache since Tuesday! Enyut nyut nyut nyut, I can sing Jingle Bells together with the rhythm. The headache came after 3 pm, and lasted for few hours. Then the day after I would wake up feeling fresh, but headache again in the afternoon…Very bad pattern ....If I had headache in the morning, I could off from work, recovered and played at home. Not the other way around, I kept coming back to work and tortured every afternoon.
Maybe because I worked too hard from morning to afternoon (tsk tsk cough), I was super concentrated and ignored everything else, that’s why I kept looking at the monitor, and that’s the source for headache. And of course, I couldn’t work properly with headache after 3 and kept blinking at the time.
2 hours and 48 minutes more……
bzzz…bzzzz….bzzzz……
(make coffee) (yawn) (check email) (go to toilet) (yawn) (sneeze) (self massage)
(peeping at colleague) (clean up the cubicle)
2 hours 47 minutes and 58 seconds more….
So, I write blog. But I’m not a blogger.
My friend said that I blog. It sounded very strange for me. Blog sounds like something being stuck in the toilet bowl and blogger sounds like loose pants.
I only write to kill time and make my brain works. I write stories, but not too often, as for stories, I need to take it really seriously. I need to do spell-check, grammar, and spin my head to think whether my choice of vocabs are presentable. Then I’ll have to post, and do the revision from comments that I got from my writer friends. Bla…
For Blog, ugh..can I call it Twing? Sounds better. So I’m a twinger. For Twing, I don’t care what I write and whether they are presentable or not. I twing as if I’m talking to my friends or talk to myself. Crazy twinger.
See? Time walks faster when I write.
So, yesterday yesterday, we had an interesting lunch conversations. My two colleagues talked about their experiences with kids. Interesting? Yesss..
A lot of funny stories to share, and we ended up talking about child education. Interesting? Yesss…. Until the attention was switched to me, about the difference between how parents educate their daughters and sons. I was the right target, all fingers were pointing at me.
“So…Were there any differences between how your parents taught you and your brothers?”
Let’s see. I grew up with three brothers although actually I had four. We used to climb from first to second storey by water pipe, and walked like Superman through the top of the fence and even, balcony railings.
Me and my eldest brother liked to go to forest opposite my house (actually it was just an empty lot with few trees), collect leaves, flowers, worms and insects for magic potion or pets. I was more of the cheerleader, as I don’t like insects and flabby flubber worms. We made a house at the abandon balcony, hid food and blanket there.
Once, four of us went for a train ride, we converted the room below the stair into four-seater train, we lit candles and match. My mother screamed like mad and hugged us together. I remember she was crying. Actually, there were many containers of flammable explode able benzene around our seats. And I remember I dropped a burning match once. The story still sends shiver down my parent’s spine every time we remember. Lucky, however busy she was, she realized that suddenly all her four kids were not around and looked for us.
Anyway, we also played girlie thing quite a lot, masak2an, actually it was masak beneran, so we took food from the kitchen and sold it in ‘restaurant’. They played along very well and kept coming back to my restaurant then.
Khehehhehe… So, back to parent education, I envied them the most.
They didn’t need to do housework. They didn’t need to tend the shop. They didn’t need to be home by 6 pm. They didn’t get any censorship. They didn’t get scolded when they climbed trees..
But after all the restrictions, I told my colleagues I’m glad I was brought up that way, and maybe I’d do the same to my daughters, with all the echoes of agreement.
Whua…then we started to compare and joke around. And again, we talked like adults. If you were to start your sentences with, “Youngsters/Kids nowadays are….” Then that’s it. You have moved to another generation.
We talked about how kids nowadays can have girlfriend/boyfriend since Primary School.
My friend’s comment were priceless,” Primary School? Gosh…! I didn’t even know there are differences between boys and girls.”
For me, I thought by having a crush with a boy, I would get pregnant. I was worried for about few weeks and didn’t even dare to look at that boy.
.....
Yay! It’s 5.30 pm now!
Friday is special, usual working days (Mon-Thurs) end at 6 pm, but Friday…..5.30!
See, twinging is a good spare time.
Happy Weekend Guys!
Wadaaww.....
Have you even seen time moves? They said time flies, but sometimes it’s stuck, don’t ya think?
Just like when you are in the middle of Distance Family’s Reunion, Class and especially WORK! I like it when I’m busy, weeks fly by, and suddenly weekend is coming. Especially when I already passed Monday and Tuesday.
This month I have been quite busy, sometimes very. Today I suppose to be busy, but I have been having headache since Tuesday! Enyut nyut nyut nyut, I can sing Jingle Bells together with the rhythm. The headache came after 3 pm, and lasted for few hours. Then the day after I would wake up feeling fresh, but headache again in the afternoon…Very bad pattern ....If I had headache in the morning, I could off from work, recovered and played at home. Not the other way around, I kept coming back to work and tortured every afternoon.
Maybe because I worked too hard from morning to afternoon (tsk tsk cough), I was super concentrated and ignored everything else, that’s why I kept looking at the monitor, and that’s the source for headache. And of course, I couldn’t work properly with headache after 3 and kept blinking at the time.
2 hours and 48 minutes more……
bzzz…bzzzz….bzzzz……
(make coffee) (yawn) (check email) (go to toilet) (yawn) (sneeze) (self massage)
(peeping at colleague) (clean up the cubicle)
2 hours 47 minutes and 58 seconds more….
So, I write blog. But I’m not a blogger.
My friend said that I blog. It sounded very strange for me. Blog sounds like something being stuck in the toilet bowl and blogger sounds like loose pants.
I only write to kill time and make my brain works. I write stories, but not too often, as for stories, I need to take it really seriously. I need to do spell-check, grammar, and spin my head to think whether my choice of vocabs are presentable. Then I’ll have to post, and do the revision from comments that I got from my writer friends. Bla…
For Blog, ugh..can I call it Twing? Sounds better. So I’m a twinger. For Twing, I don’t care what I write and whether they are presentable or not. I twing as if I’m talking to my friends or talk to myself. Crazy twinger.
See? Time walks faster when I write.
So, yesterday yesterday, we had an interesting lunch conversations. My two colleagues talked about their experiences with kids. Interesting? Yesss..
A lot of funny stories to share, and we ended up talking about child education. Interesting? Yesss…. Until the attention was switched to me, about the difference between how parents educate their daughters and sons. I was the right target, all fingers were pointing at me.
“So…Were there any differences between how your parents taught you and your brothers?”
Let’s see. I grew up with three brothers although actually I had four. We used to climb from first to second storey by water pipe, and walked like Superman through the top of the fence and even, balcony railings.
Me and my eldest brother liked to go to forest opposite my house (actually it was just an empty lot with few trees), collect leaves, flowers, worms and insects for magic potion or pets. I was more of the cheerleader, as I don’t like insects and flabby flubber worms. We made a house at the abandon balcony, hid food and blanket there.
Once, four of us went for a train ride, we converted the room below the stair into four-seater train, we lit candles and match. My mother screamed like mad and hugged us together. I remember she was crying. Actually, there were many containers of flammable explode able benzene around our seats. And I remember I dropped a burning match once. The story still sends shiver down my parent’s spine every time we remember. Lucky, however busy she was, she realized that suddenly all her four kids were not around and looked for us.
Anyway, we also played girlie thing quite a lot, masak2an, actually it was masak beneran, so we took food from the kitchen and sold it in ‘restaurant’. They played along very well and kept coming back to my restaurant then.
Khehehhehe… So, back to parent education, I envied them the most.
They didn’t need to do housework. They didn’t need to tend the shop. They didn’t need to be home by 6 pm. They didn’t get any censorship. They didn’t get scolded when they climbed trees..
But after all the restrictions, I told my colleagues I’m glad I was brought up that way, and maybe I’d do the same to my daughters, with all the echoes of agreement.
Whua…then we started to compare and joke around. And again, we talked like adults. If you were to start your sentences with, “Youngsters/Kids nowadays are….” Then that’s it. You have moved to another generation.
We talked about how kids nowadays can have girlfriend/boyfriend since Primary School.
My friend’s comment were priceless,” Primary School? Gosh…! I didn’t even know there are differences between boys and girls.”
For me, I thought by having a crush with a boy, I would get pregnant. I was worried for about few weeks and didn’t even dare to look at that boy.
.....
Yay! It’s 5.30 pm now!
Friday is special, usual working days (Mon-Thurs) end at 6 pm, but Friday…..5.30!
See, twinging is a good spare time.
Happy Weekend Guys!
posted by aping | 12:57 AM
Ol' Good Friend
Original Post Date : October 20, 2005
This friend of mine is the most nyolod of all. Name not included because of identity protection :D.
So, he (is a HE) called yesterday and asked to meet. Too bad I couldn’t make it, but we managed to have a short chit-chat.
Why is he nyolod? He always complains.
Since the beginning of Majapahit, every time we met (and it was quite often then), he complains.
Most of the things were about me as an Aquarius.
He complained that I didn’t wear girly clothing; he complained that I didn’t bother to decorate my self like Jakarta lagi Agustus-an, wear something extra, lipstick, bracelet, necklace, eye shadow, kolang, kaling, genta angin, angklung….
As usual, I never listen, I only need to roll my eyes and yawn. Come on brother; don’t make me become something I don’t want to be. Just because other girls do that, doesn’t mean I have to, that’s why I was born as an Aquarian; I like things people don’t, I wear things people don’t, I put my cloth at the back of my cupboard when it becomes a trend. Like now, because of the Hong Kong’s Disneyland opening, many people wear Disney shirts. I have been wearing it since I was able to buy them with my own money! Now I look like them. Huh.
And Now, I’m better. Although not half as good as what my mum want me to be, although I wear pants to work everyday, I’m better. I swear. I buy skirts, many of them.
I buy hair clips; yellow, pink, cat, bear, beanies, although I use the black one errr…5/7 a week?
I dress special on special days only, parties, or when I feel that I want to, why can’t I?
In that way, I can really looked special those days, right? :)
I wear necklace, I have girl watch, I have girl bag (although still backpack), and I wear funny socks.
What did he comment?
That’s good. Now you have much more girly appearance…
When are you going to wear earrings?
So, yesterday, unable to see me, he still managed to ask through telephone.
So, do you wear earrings now? When are you going to have baby? You know that you should have baby now since…
Arghhh…I tried. There’s no way to stop him. I tried to ignore, to absentmindedly scratching my butt while he was talking, but he never stops.
Cerewet.
Bawel.
Rese.
Biarin.
Bodo.
Ogah.
He doesn’t care whatever my response is. Kepala Batu.
But I sure like to meet him. Although he complains, he compliments.
Few months ago, never seen each other for years, he told me,
You are not getting older. You still looked as pretty and young as before.
Awwwww :)
That beats all the complains. Mhehehhehe.
This friend of mine is the most nyolod of all. Name not included because of identity protection :D.
So, he (is a HE) called yesterday and asked to meet. Too bad I couldn’t make it, but we managed to have a short chit-chat.
Why is he nyolod? He always complains.
Since the beginning of Majapahit, every time we met (and it was quite often then), he complains.
Most of the things were about me as an Aquarius.
He complained that I didn’t wear girly clothing; he complained that I didn’t bother to decorate my self like Jakarta lagi Agustus-an, wear something extra, lipstick, bracelet, necklace, eye shadow, kolang, kaling, genta angin, angklung….
As usual, I never listen, I only need to roll my eyes and yawn. Come on brother; don’t make me become something I don’t want to be. Just because other girls do that, doesn’t mean I have to, that’s why I was born as an Aquarian; I like things people don’t, I wear things people don’t, I put my cloth at the back of my cupboard when it becomes a trend. Like now, because of the Hong Kong’s Disneyland opening, many people wear Disney shirts. I have been wearing it since I was able to buy them with my own money! Now I look like them. Huh.
And Now, I’m better. Although not half as good as what my mum want me to be, although I wear pants to work everyday, I’m better. I swear. I buy skirts, many of them.
I buy hair clips; yellow, pink, cat, bear, beanies, although I use the black one errr…5/7 a week?
I dress special on special days only, parties, or when I feel that I want to, why can’t I?
In that way, I can really looked special those days, right? :)
I wear necklace, I have girl watch, I have girl bag (although still backpack), and I wear funny socks.
What did he comment?
That’s good. Now you have much more girly appearance…
When are you going to wear earrings?
So, yesterday, unable to see me, he still managed to ask through telephone.
So, do you wear earrings now? When are you going to have baby? You know that you should have baby now since…
Arghhh…I tried. There’s no way to stop him. I tried to ignore, to absentmindedly scratching my butt while he was talking, but he never stops.
Cerewet.
Bawel.
Rese.
Biarin.
Bodo.
Ogah.
He doesn’t care whatever my response is. Kepala Batu.
But I sure like to meet him. Although he complains, he compliments.
Few months ago, never seen each other for years, he told me,
You are not getting older. You still looked as pretty and young as before.
Awwwww :)
That beats all the complains. Mhehehhehe.
posted by aping | 12:54 AM
Angel
Original Post Date : October 17, 2005
Does anyone know
why is it so easy to cry on that shoulder
and why those handtouchs heal my wounded heart
make me laugh even before my tears dry?
Finally can rest my heart
safe and warm
as steady as the dawn looking forward the sun
Is that you, my angel?
Sleeping by my side?
.
2 years 4 months solemnization
2 years celebration
Does anyone know
why is it so easy to cry on that shoulder
and why those handtouchs heal my wounded heart
make me laugh even before my tears dry?
Finally can rest my heart
safe and warm
as steady as the dawn looking forward the sun
Is that you, my angel?
Sleeping by my side?
.
2 years 4 months solemnization
2 years celebration
posted by aping | 12:42 AM
Dayang Weekend
Original Post Date : October 16, 2005
Dayang (14-16 Oct)
Finally! After being postponed few times, we made it.
Although minus the gang, we couldn’t wait for better opportunity. Friday night, we gathered at Joshua’s shop and met another groups. This time, we were minority, so we needed sometime to know other people.
Around 9.30 pm, we departed to Mersing jetty. Reached there at 1 am, and we needed to wait until around 3 am for other operator who shared the same boat. At first, tried to catch some sleep in the jetty, but moved to the boat later. It wasn’t a really good sleep, cramped and noisy, but still managed to rest.
Reached Dayang at 8 am, transferred to Aur, opposite island and moved all the gears to a smaller boat, consisted of our group only. Had some breakfast and off we went for the first dive.
The cooling wind and clear water woke us up. For the fifth time, we were quite familiar with the dive sites, things we would see etc. Although there were many rumors about sighting of exotic Manta Ray, we didn’t hope much, our intention was only to get into water.
The visibility was considered good, surface was calm, water was clear and blue, and the most important, I could recover the feeling of flying, weightless and soundless. It’s a beautiful beautiful feeling worth all the travel and time. Seeing beautiful fish are bonus, but getting into water itself had become some kind of calming therapy for me, I can fly!
We saw Napoleon humphead, the trademark of Dayang, I also saw a small family of them swimming together. We saw usual nudibranches, those pretty colorful invertebrates, this time we saw quite a lot of purple and spiky ones, plus the ordinary black with white spike, but this time they have orange and green version.
Snails, and hermit crabs, Hubby watching one of them busy having its lunch.
Something we had never seen before in Dayang, box fish, this yellow boxy and jutex fish was incredibly cute, they were small, only a size of my fist, with very busy tiny tails. They have bright yellow color and black polka dot. The funniest things were their faces and behaviors. Obviously, they were not smiley, but kind of sangar wannabe and they were curious. They scared of you, but they kept peeping time and again because they were curious. So we just stayed there and watching while they were busy going up and down behind a rock to watch, hide, watch, hide again. Kekekkeke… Hilarious. :)
Saw a small little cuttlefish, moray eels, school of yellowtail barracuda, parrotfish, a huge triggerfish circling around hoping to get some bites, dead tiny crab, tiny sea cucumber (like the size we used for cooking), and usual huge and many kinds of them everywhere.
Colorful Christmas tree, these Christmas tree are common in West Malaysia, but I found that for some tourist, they were quite impressive with these. So, it’s maybe one kind of soft coral, tiny and shaped exactly like Christmas tree; they have many different colors, and grow on the top of hard corals. They will shrink themselves into the hole when approached.
And of course, what I like about short weekend trip, we can always find lots of nemos. One anemone could house family of nemos, big and small. The great thing about nemo, they always able to look straight to your face or camera. And it’s always entertaining to see them dancing with the anemone, we like to fan the anemone slowly with our hand and watch them running out and in.
On the second day, the current was very strong. When we went down on the first dive, I saw everyone was like flying around, and soon I had to grab on the rock to avoid being drift away. So, we were holding horizontally because we were swept by the strong current, waiting for others to decent. It was tough and funny, imagine a bunch of us, holding to dear life, while our body and legs were flapping behind, I was carried away few times, but managed to swim back, until now, we still feel the pain on the fingertips, aches on the ankles and legs for fining.
We made some new friends and had good chats on Saturday night while enjoying BBQ dinner, we turned in quite early while some stayed late for beers. Almost lost my slippers. We ate dinner on the beach, with sand on our feet. As usual, I never kept my feet calm, so I dug and buried and made pattern in the sand unconsciously. When we left for transfer to the opposite island, Hubby asked, “Where are your slippers?” Then I realized I was walking footless and I left my slippers on the island, so I had to run back and gosh, they already re-arranged the table (we united three tables together for the big group) and I lost the position of my seat (that’s how bad my navigation skill), and worst, I remembered burying it under the sand! Lucky I found half, and the guy who tended the resort helped me find another. Lucky….how would I make it back to town slipperless?
It was a good Sunday morning, woke up feeling fresh and brushed teeth in the deck while looking at the ocean, hearing the waving leaves and the singing birds. It feels good and a must to be out of town once in a while. It rained in between the second day dive, and after lunch, we headed home.
Unlike the usual hot day, we had the nice cooling weather; it helped us sleep better in the boat. It was jam in the immigration, so we had a long queue and finally made it back to home around 11.30 pm, washed up all the gears, unpacked, showered and had a dead-like sleep.
Dayang (14-16 Oct)
Finally! After being postponed few times, we made it.
Although minus the gang, we couldn’t wait for better opportunity. Friday night, we gathered at Joshua’s shop and met another groups. This time, we were minority, so we needed sometime to know other people.
Around 9.30 pm, we departed to Mersing jetty. Reached there at 1 am, and we needed to wait until around 3 am for other operator who shared the same boat. At first, tried to catch some sleep in the jetty, but moved to the boat later. It wasn’t a really good sleep, cramped and noisy, but still managed to rest.
Reached Dayang at 8 am, transferred to Aur, opposite island and moved all the gears to a smaller boat, consisted of our group only. Had some breakfast and off we went for the first dive.
The cooling wind and clear water woke us up. For the fifth time, we were quite familiar with the dive sites, things we would see etc. Although there were many rumors about sighting of exotic Manta Ray, we didn’t hope much, our intention was only to get into water.
The visibility was considered good, surface was calm, water was clear and blue, and the most important, I could recover the feeling of flying, weightless and soundless. It’s a beautiful beautiful feeling worth all the travel and time. Seeing beautiful fish are bonus, but getting into water itself had become some kind of calming therapy for me, I can fly!
We saw Napoleon humphead, the trademark of Dayang, I also saw a small family of them swimming together. We saw usual nudibranches, those pretty colorful invertebrates, this time we saw quite a lot of purple and spiky ones, plus the ordinary black with white spike, but this time they have orange and green version.
Snails, and hermit crabs, Hubby watching one of them busy having its lunch.
Something we had never seen before in Dayang, box fish, this yellow boxy and jutex fish was incredibly cute, they were small, only a size of my fist, with very busy tiny tails. They have bright yellow color and black polka dot. The funniest things were their faces and behaviors. Obviously, they were not smiley, but kind of sangar wannabe and they were curious. They scared of you, but they kept peeping time and again because they were curious. So we just stayed there and watching while they were busy going up and down behind a rock to watch, hide, watch, hide again. Kekekkeke… Hilarious. :)
Saw a small little cuttlefish, moray eels, school of yellowtail barracuda, parrotfish, a huge triggerfish circling around hoping to get some bites, dead tiny crab, tiny sea cucumber (like the size we used for cooking), and usual huge and many kinds of them everywhere.
Colorful Christmas tree, these Christmas tree are common in West Malaysia, but I found that for some tourist, they were quite impressive with these. So, it’s maybe one kind of soft coral, tiny and shaped exactly like Christmas tree; they have many different colors, and grow on the top of hard corals. They will shrink themselves into the hole when approached.
And of course, what I like about short weekend trip, we can always find lots of nemos. One anemone could house family of nemos, big and small. The great thing about nemo, they always able to look straight to your face or camera. And it’s always entertaining to see them dancing with the anemone, we like to fan the anemone slowly with our hand and watch them running out and in.
On the second day, the current was very strong. When we went down on the first dive, I saw everyone was like flying around, and soon I had to grab on the rock to avoid being drift away. So, we were holding horizontally because we were swept by the strong current, waiting for others to decent. It was tough and funny, imagine a bunch of us, holding to dear life, while our body and legs were flapping behind, I was carried away few times, but managed to swim back, until now, we still feel the pain on the fingertips, aches on the ankles and legs for fining.
We made some new friends and had good chats on Saturday night while enjoying BBQ dinner, we turned in quite early while some stayed late for beers. Almost lost my slippers. We ate dinner on the beach, with sand on our feet. As usual, I never kept my feet calm, so I dug and buried and made pattern in the sand unconsciously. When we left for transfer to the opposite island, Hubby asked, “Where are your slippers?” Then I realized I was walking footless and I left my slippers on the island, so I had to run back and gosh, they already re-arranged the table (we united three tables together for the big group) and I lost the position of my seat (that’s how bad my navigation skill), and worst, I remembered burying it under the sand! Lucky I found half, and the guy who tended the resort helped me find another. Lucky….how would I make it back to town slipperless?
It was a good Sunday morning, woke up feeling fresh and brushed teeth in the deck while looking at the ocean, hearing the waving leaves and the singing birds. It feels good and a must to be out of town once in a while. It rained in between the second day dive, and after lunch, we headed home.
Unlike the usual hot day, we had the nice cooling weather; it helped us sleep better in the boat. It was jam in the immigration, so we had a long queue and finally made it back to home around 11.30 pm, washed up all the gears, unpacked, showered and had a dead-like sleep.
posted by aping | 12:34 AM
Mumpung
Original Post Date : October 11, 2005
Mumpung bos masih berkeliaran dimana2, gue nulis lagi ahh.. Sekale-kale mau nyobain pake bahasa Indo, biarin aja kalo ada temen yang kagak ngarti, salah sendiri gak ngarti…. :)
Belom sempet nulis, udah ketangkep…tapi biarin ajahhh, nguantuk…
Tadi makan siang ama 3 temen, dua cewek dan dua cowok, rencana di kepala habis makan siang mau mampir ke Yakun en ngopi bentar, bukan ngopi sih, tapi ngais lemos tea…tapi ujung2nya lunchnya jadi puanjang, gara2 pada berdebat..
Awalnya sih cuman gara2 komentarin cewek cakep, trus end up tentang affair.
Salah satu, panggil aja X, yang baru aja punya anak, ngakunya dia oke ama Open Relationship, bahkan affair setelah kawin, satunya lagi si Y, protes, ngatain kalo pikiran kayak gitu benernya salah, soalnya dia bakal nyakitin istrinya atau mungkin ngancurin keluarga orang laen…
Benernya masih fun pas disini, gue ama temen cewek gue cengangas cengengesan aja, tapi kok lama2 ngobrolnya ampe tingkat international, tau2 gue denger agama ama politik dibawa2..
Ujungnya sih benernya gampang aja, X itu orangnya emang agak kacau, cara2 berpikirannya abeng banget (abeng=abg sini), jadi dia tuh lebih kepada memudahkan semua masalah, gak pusing2, hal2 yang beda pun suka disamain.
Kalo si Y agak konservatif, orang Indo juga sih kebetulan, jadinya dia kalo ngomong suka serius menyertakan nilai2 moral dan keagamaan, kedengerannya gak sebosen itu sih, satu konservatif satu liberal tapi masih dalem porsi anak muda, Ya dua2nya aja menurut gue udah beda langit dan bumi, so pastilah gak nyambung.
Yang konservatif itu lumayan menikmatin debate kayak gitu, tapi saking asiknya, dia jadi agak2 intimidating, sedangkan si liberal jadi rada pusing gara2 maksudnya ngobrol ringan jadi berat. Lama2 jadi agak sengit dan rame…namanya juga hormone testosterone pada mau ngunjukin diri depan dua cewek cakep…(cough cough kroaaaak)
Kita berdua coba menengahi, temen gue sih lebih berusaha, kalo gue banyakan, enjoy aja ngedengerin, lagian nengahin dua cowok lagi perang mulut hamper sama aja kayak nengahin dua dogi lagi berantem, :D …musti pake semprotan aer…
Ya udah, waktu gak memungkinkan, debat dihentikan. Pergi makan jalannya cowok-cowok cewek-cewek sekarang jadi misah, jadi jalan co-ce co-ce deh…untungnya, herannya, cowok kalo sewot asik2 aja, habis itu oke, whuahh..kalo cewek mungkin jadi marahan, cakar2an, gaplok2an…, gue belom pernah gaplok cewek sih, tapi gue yakin…gue bakal menang hehehhehe…
Temen cewek yang ini orang baru, aslinya dari Hongkong, haha..jadi inget lelucon lama yang ngatain sesuatu itu mustahil pake Hongkong, misalnya…monyet dari Hongkooong, pale loe dari Hongkooong, eh, lama bener ke wece, wecenya di Hongkong ya…
Tapi asik juga orang yang satu ini, sama gilanya ama gue, jadi klop juga, masih muda (25 taon… :)) jadi becanda ama dia kayak becandaan dengan temen kuliah ato sma… Habisnya, yang seumur ama gue disini rada2 udah pada serius…apalagi cewek2nya, temen gue yang laen waduuh…gue becanda yang rada aneh dikit, dia udah kagak ngerti…dan ngeliatinnya kayak bu guru matematik…ampe gue ciut juga
Kemaren aja di perempatan lampu merah ama temen yang Hongkong ini kita ketawa en bisik2 ampe lemes ngeliat encek2 pake celana warna toska ojreeeng, udah itu siencek usaha lagi nyari baju yang maching, trus ada sisir gede mencuat2 dikantong belakangnya…kekekkeke..
Yang agak penting, dia gak terlalu feminim, walaupun jauh lebih feminim dari gue, tapi gue gak berasa terlalu kebanting2 lah…kalo yang satunya suka bikin minder juga, bajunya udah kayak arisan, gaun pesta pun dipake2 ngantor, sepatu hak, kolang kaling, gue jadi kayak anak teka sebelah dia, apalagi pas rambut pendek gue baru bisa diekor kuda, kan kayak ekor kuda lumping doang, buntut tikus, sementara dia pake gaun berenda2, kuku warna warni en muka disemen…gile lama gak nyela2 orang gue pikir udah sembuh resenya gue…masih aja….
Waktu ke kawinannya dia aja gue ampe setres dua bulan, ceritanya hotelnya yang paling wah disini, so kapok gue nyari2 baju, tas cewek buat bawa dompet ama hape, kan aneh gue pake backpack…tas cewek tuh kagak ada gunanya, hape, dompet, ama tissue doangan, trus harus ditenteng2, gak bisa dicangklek, kalo gue lupaan…jualan ginjal deh kalo hape ama dompet ampe ilang....trus bongkar2 lipstick adanya lipstick yang gue beli pas pertama kali kerja, udah lima taon…waduuh..,expired gak she gitu2an?
Foundation aja gue pernah beli diembat nyokap gara2 gak pernah gue pake lagi, trus sepatu juga pake sepatu pas pertama kerja, yang pernah bikin gue jatuh di Kuningan, untung masih tokcer…,gak pernah dipake siihhh..,sempat cari2 sih, mau beli baru, tapi sepatu cewek gak ada yang napsuin..,buntutnya ngeliatnya sepatu lari mulu..pokoknya udah lebih parah dari cari kebaya-an pas wisuda….untung buntut2nya dibilang oke, ama temen2, kebayar juga sedikit, tapi gak mau lagiiiii..
Dulu aja ada satu juga merid, berangkat dari kantor, nyari terusan yang simple ama pake tuh sepatu, duhhh, udah kayak ufo, orang2 juga kaget ngeliatnya, dikira orang baru, giliran pas jalan ketempat pestanya (waktu itu boxing day, sehari setelah Natal, jadi jalanan lagi rameeeeeee banget) harus nyusup2 ama lari2 diantara orang2, tapi canggih juga, gak jatuh, gak patah, bukan sulap, bukan sihir…
Selaen bokis2 diatas, gue juga mau cerita tentang anak kecil…, bukan soal reproduksinya.., gue bakalan punya ponakan ketige…hehehehe…feeling sih bakalan batangan lagi, rame amat batangan..,benernya kalo ponakan gue cewek, pasti gue bakal royal banget, abis barang2 cewek lucu2 dan imut, baju2nya, sepatu2, maenan masak2an.., mungkin end up gue simpan sendiri…
Kemaren pagi2 dikereta, lagi suntuk ngantuk2 sebelah gue ada anak SD ngerjain matematik, iseng2 gue intip, soalnya gini Mr. Liu beli dua printer ama lima scanner, totalnya $3600. Kalo harga printer dua kali lipatnya harga scanner, berapa tuh printernya?
Sianak jawabnya cepet banget : $3600 x 2 = $7200
Aduh, gue udah ngelotot aja, kasihan ntar diomelin guru, mau kasih tau, takut diomelin maknya atau disuruh jawab2in yang laen, atau dikepret depan orang2.
Kan benernya
2p + 5s = $3600
2p = 4s
4s + 5s = $3600
9s = $3600
s = $ 400
p = 2 x $400 = $800
Bener gak tuhhhh….weeee…bangganya bisa jawab…,padahal dulu bikin soal gituan enak juga, pas udah kelar, kayaknya segala masalah dunia udah terjawab. Dunia gak ribet kayak sekarang…
Kejadian anak kecil di Mrt ada lagi, ada dua anak cowok, cakep-cakep tapi badung2. Pas gue lagi mau maen game dihape, mereka langsung nyerusuk duduk sebelahan, sambil ngintip2 yang obvious banget, yang jidatnya ampe nempel di layer handphone.
Trus yang kecil nanya, “Mau maen game yah?”
“Ee….,” otak gue berusaha proses cepat, kalo gue bilang iya, mereka pasti ngeliatin, nyorakin. Kan malu kalo gue gak menang, ntar diledekin rame2 depan orang banyak. Akhirnya gue bilang kagak.
Tuh anak masih ngotot. “Masa kagak maen game sih? Kenapa?”
“Gak punya game..” Kunyuk itu langsung bisik2 ama kakaknya. Yang namanya anak kunyuk, bisik2nya juga bisik2 raksasa, kedengeran semua orang.
“Eh, eh, masa katanya dia gak punya game.”
“Alaa…alasan aja kalo gatek, handphone kayak gitu masa gak ada gamenya.”
Trus mereka ketawa2 nahan2 sambil ngelirik-lirik. Lumayan rame ampe orang2 kayaknya nyadar. Ampun deh, gue pasti dikira manusia purba yang kagak ngerti teknologi. Gue langsung sikut Hubby yang lagi setengah molor, biar ada temen sok cool…
Kerjaa kerjaaaaa…
Mumpung bos masih berkeliaran dimana2, gue nulis lagi ahh.. Sekale-kale mau nyobain pake bahasa Indo, biarin aja kalo ada temen yang kagak ngarti, salah sendiri gak ngarti…. :)
Belom sempet nulis, udah ketangkep…tapi biarin ajahhh, nguantuk…
Tadi makan siang ama 3 temen, dua cewek dan dua cowok, rencana di kepala habis makan siang mau mampir ke Yakun en ngopi bentar, bukan ngopi sih, tapi ngais lemos tea…tapi ujung2nya lunchnya jadi puanjang, gara2 pada berdebat..
Awalnya sih cuman gara2 komentarin cewek cakep, trus end up tentang affair.
Salah satu, panggil aja X, yang baru aja punya anak, ngakunya dia oke ama Open Relationship, bahkan affair setelah kawin, satunya lagi si Y, protes, ngatain kalo pikiran kayak gitu benernya salah, soalnya dia bakal nyakitin istrinya atau mungkin ngancurin keluarga orang laen…
Benernya masih fun pas disini, gue ama temen cewek gue cengangas cengengesan aja, tapi kok lama2 ngobrolnya ampe tingkat international, tau2 gue denger agama ama politik dibawa2..
Ujungnya sih benernya gampang aja, X itu orangnya emang agak kacau, cara2 berpikirannya abeng banget (abeng=abg sini), jadi dia tuh lebih kepada memudahkan semua masalah, gak pusing2, hal2 yang beda pun suka disamain.
Kalo si Y agak konservatif, orang Indo juga sih kebetulan, jadinya dia kalo ngomong suka serius menyertakan nilai2 moral dan keagamaan, kedengerannya gak sebosen itu sih, satu konservatif satu liberal tapi masih dalem porsi anak muda, Ya dua2nya aja menurut gue udah beda langit dan bumi, so pastilah gak nyambung.
Yang konservatif itu lumayan menikmatin debate kayak gitu, tapi saking asiknya, dia jadi agak2 intimidating, sedangkan si liberal jadi rada pusing gara2 maksudnya ngobrol ringan jadi berat. Lama2 jadi agak sengit dan rame…namanya juga hormone testosterone pada mau ngunjukin diri depan dua cewek cakep…(cough cough kroaaaak)
Kita berdua coba menengahi, temen gue sih lebih berusaha, kalo gue banyakan, enjoy aja ngedengerin, lagian nengahin dua cowok lagi perang mulut hamper sama aja kayak nengahin dua dogi lagi berantem, :D …musti pake semprotan aer…
Ya udah, waktu gak memungkinkan, debat dihentikan. Pergi makan jalannya cowok-cowok cewek-cewek sekarang jadi misah, jadi jalan co-ce co-ce deh…untungnya, herannya, cowok kalo sewot asik2 aja, habis itu oke, whuahh..kalo cewek mungkin jadi marahan, cakar2an, gaplok2an…, gue belom pernah gaplok cewek sih, tapi gue yakin…gue bakal menang hehehhehe…
Temen cewek yang ini orang baru, aslinya dari Hongkong, haha..jadi inget lelucon lama yang ngatain sesuatu itu mustahil pake Hongkong, misalnya…monyet dari Hongkooong, pale loe dari Hongkooong, eh, lama bener ke wece, wecenya di Hongkong ya…
Tapi asik juga orang yang satu ini, sama gilanya ama gue, jadi klop juga, masih muda (25 taon… :)) jadi becanda ama dia kayak becandaan dengan temen kuliah ato sma… Habisnya, yang seumur ama gue disini rada2 udah pada serius…apalagi cewek2nya, temen gue yang laen waduuh…gue becanda yang rada aneh dikit, dia udah kagak ngerti…dan ngeliatinnya kayak bu guru matematik…ampe gue ciut juga
Kemaren aja di perempatan lampu merah ama temen yang Hongkong ini kita ketawa en bisik2 ampe lemes ngeliat encek2 pake celana warna toska ojreeeng, udah itu siencek usaha lagi nyari baju yang maching, trus ada sisir gede mencuat2 dikantong belakangnya…kekekkeke..
Yang agak penting, dia gak terlalu feminim, walaupun jauh lebih feminim dari gue, tapi gue gak berasa terlalu kebanting2 lah…kalo yang satunya suka bikin minder juga, bajunya udah kayak arisan, gaun pesta pun dipake2 ngantor, sepatu hak, kolang kaling, gue jadi kayak anak teka sebelah dia, apalagi pas rambut pendek gue baru bisa diekor kuda, kan kayak ekor kuda lumping doang, buntut tikus, sementara dia pake gaun berenda2, kuku warna warni en muka disemen…gile lama gak nyela2 orang gue pikir udah sembuh resenya gue…masih aja….
Waktu ke kawinannya dia aja gue ampe setres dua bulan, ceritanya hotelnya yang paling wah disini, so kapok gue nyari2 baju, tas cewek buat bawa dompet ama hape, kan aneh gue pake backpack…tas cewek tuh kagak ada gunanya, hape, dompet, ama tissue doangan, trus harus ditenteng2, gak bisa dicangklek, kalo gue lupaan…jualan ginjal deh kalo hape ama dompet ampe ilang....trus bongkar2 lipstick adanya lipstick yang gue beli pas pertama kali kerja, udah lima taon…waduuh..,expired gak she gitu2an?
Foundation aja gue pernah beli diembat nyokap gara2 gak pernah gue pake lagi, trus sepatu juga pake sepatu pas pertama kerja, yang pernah bikin gue jatuh di Kuningan, untung masih tokcer…,gak pernah dipake siihhh..,sempat cari2 sih, mau beli baru, tapi sepatu cewek gak ada yang napsuin..,buntutnya ngeliatnya sepatu lari mulu..pokoknya udah lebih parah dari cari kebaya-an pas wisuda….untung buntut2nya dibilang oke, ama temen2, kebayar juga sedikit, tapi gak mau lagiiiii..
Dulu aja ada satu juga merid, berangkat dari kantor, nyari terusan yang simple ama pake tuh sepatu, duhhh, udah kayak ufo, orang2 juga kaget ngeliatnya, dikira orang baru, giliran pas jalan ketempat pestanya (waktu itu boxing day, sehari setelah Natal, jadi jalanan lagi rameeeeeee banget) harus nyusup2 ama lari2 diantara orang2, tapi canggih juga, gak jatuh, gak patah, bukan sulap, bukan sihir…
Selaen bokis2 diatas, gue juga mau cerita tentang anak kecil…, bukan soal reproduksinya.., gue bakalan punya ponakan ketige…hehehehe…feeling sih bakalan batangan lagi, rame amat batangan..,benernya kalo ponakan gue cewek, pasti gue bakal royal banget, abis barang2 cewek lucu2 dan imut, baju2nya, sepatu2, maenan masak2an.., mungkin end up gue simpan sendiri…
Kemaren pagi2 dikereta, lagi suntuk ngantuk2 sebelah gue ada anak SD ngerjain matematik, iseng2 gue intip, soalnya gini Mr. Liu beli dua printer ama lima scanner, totalnya $3600. Kalo harga printer dua kali lipatnya harga scanner, berapa tuh printernya?
Sianak jawabnya cepet banget : $3600 x 2 = $7200
Aduh, gue udah ngelotot aja, kasihan ntar diomelin guru, mau kasih tau, takut diomelin maknya atau disuruh jawab2in yang laen, atau dikepret depan orang2.
Kan benernya
2p + 5s = $3600
2p = 4s
4s + 5s = $3600
9s = $3600
s = $ 400
p = 2 x $400 = $800
Bener gak tuhhhh….weeee…bangganya bisa jawab…,padahal dulu bikin soal gituan enak juga, pas udah kelar, kayaknya segala masalah dunia udah terjawab. Dunia gak ribet kayak sekarang…
Kejadian anak kecil di Mrt ada lagi, ada dua anak cowok, cakep-cakep tapi badung2. Pas gue lagi mau maen game dihape, mereka langsung nyerusuk duduk sebelahan, sambil ngintip2 yang obvious banget, yang jidatnya ampe nempel di layer handphone.
Trus yang kecil nanya, “Mau maen game yah?”
“Ee….,” otak gue berusaha proses cepat, kalo gue bilang iya, mereka pasti ngeliatin, nyorakin. Kan malu kalo gue gak menang, ntar diledekin rame2 depan orang banyak. Akhirnya gue bilang kagak.
Tuh anak masih ngotot. “Masa kagak maen game sih? Kenapa?”
“Gak punya game..” Kunyuk itu langsung bisik2 ama kakaknya. Yang namanya anak kunyuk, bisik2nya juga bisik2 raksasa, kedengeran semua orang.
“Eh, eh, masa katanya dia gak punya game.”
“Alaa…alasan aja kalo gatek, handphone kayak gitu masa gak ada gamenya.”
Trus mereka ketawa2 nahan2 sambil ngelirik-lirik. Lumayan rame ampe orang2 kayaknya nyadar. Ampun deh, gue pasti dikira manusia purba yang kagak ngerti teknologi. Gue langsung sikut Hubby yang lagi setengah molor, biar ada temen sok cool…
Kerjaa kerjaaaaa…
posted by aping | 12:32 AM
My Prayer
Original Post Date : October 10, 2005
Mo-hooo! I’m free for today at work.
And another mo-hoo. We are holding our tickets for Bali. So it’s confirmed.
I hope nothing bad is going to happen to Bali anymore.
Nothing bad is going to happen in Jakarta, Aceh, Menado, Indonesia, Philippine, Iraq and the world anymore.
I hope no hurricanes, earthquakes, natural disaster and epidemic are going to happen anymore.
I hope those suicide bombers-to-be realize that it’s not fun for their family to see their heads being assembled and used in mix and match game from TV, I hope they know that their family feel the very much same pain of losing with the families of victims, I hope that they know that what we need to fight for is not human, but demons in our heart and minds.
I hope there are no more religions and races in the world.
I hope all the rich, whatever their races, realizes that they don’t need to show off every brand they have to impress friends and to gain personal satisfaction, while they were chatting and driving through those poor who live in 2 x 2 cardboard house.
I hope everyone can resist temptation and give thanks to whatever they have.
I hope to live in fairyland, I hope to be able to go anywhere safely, talk to everyone in the same mind language, and see colorful neighborhood with no fence and trellis.
I hope to see peaceful faces in churches, mosques, temples etc and the faces stay when they leave those places.
I hope there would be no more war and poverty and sickness in the world.
I hope, one day, that I can exterminate all my fears and my worries.
I hope one day, I won’t be afraid with humans anymore.
My every night prayer only consists of few sentences;
Please bless my families and friends with safety, health and happiness.
Please prevent them from sickness, accidents and sins.
Please make me a better person tomorrow and living in the better world.
And thank You for everything I have, body that functions, roof over my head, food on my plate and loves that I have.
Is that too much to ask?
Mo-hooo! I’m free for today at work.
And another mo-hoo. We are holding our tickets for Bali. So it’s confirmed.
I hope nothing bad is going to happen to Bali anymore.
Nothing bad is going to happen in Jakarta, Aceh, Menado, Indonesia, Philippine, Iraq and the world anymore.
I hope no hurricanes, earthquakes, natural disaster and epidemic are going to happen anymore.
I hope those suicide bombers-to-be realize that it’s not fun for their family to see their heads being assembled and used in mix and match game from TV, I hope they know that their family feel the very much same pain of losing with the families of victims, I hope that they know that what we need to fight for is not human, but demons in our heart and minds.
I hope there are no more religions and races in the world.
I hope all the rich, whatever their races, realizes that they don’t need to show off every brand they have to impress friends and to gain personal satisfaction, while they were chatting and driving through those poor who live in 2 x 2 cardboard house.
I hope everyone can resist temptation and give thanks to whatever they have.
I hope to live in fairyland, I hope to be able to go anywhere safely, talk to everyone in the same mind language, and see colorful neighborhood with no fence and trellis.
I hope to see peaceful faces in churches, mosques, temples etc and the faces stay when they leave those places.
I hope there would be no more war and poverty and sickness in the world.
I hope, one day, that I can exterminate all my fears and my worries.
I hope one day, I won’t be afraid with humans anymore.
My every night prayer only consists of few sentences;
Please bless my families and friends with safety, health and happiness.
Please prevent them from sickness, accidents and sins.
Please make me a better person tomorrow and living in the better world.
And thank You for everything I have, body that functions, roof over my head, food on my plate and loves that I have.
Is that too much to ask?
posted by aping | 12:30 AM
What Tittle?
Original Post Date : October 09, 2005
Weekends come and go very fast. Heard someone said that this morning.
Previous week had been very hectic, a lot of things happened yet nothing was really happen. Confused? So do I.
Hubby work yesterday weekend and the weekend before :”(, so I was alone and loneliiiiiiiii. The story is to be told later.
For my personal and other’s experiences, I concluded one thing that I’m not too proud of, as I’m pretty sure that the idea is not original anymore; Bosses are idiots.
If you happen to have smart colleague, and he/she was then being promoted to boss, BAM, that was it, he/she lost their intelligence and became idiot.
Here are some proves:
1. They only know simple math. 24 hours a day equal to 24 hours working. You don’t need to eat, sleep, drink and sh*t.
2. They postponed the deadline from Friday evening to Monday morning and they proud of doing so.
3. They are sure that you work hard because you are dedicated, there won’t be any possibility that you expect for raise.
4. When you told them that you were not in speaking term with them, they thought you were joking. I Su-eerrrr.
5. They are crap in management. Big time.
Hosh.
And talk about this make me an idiot too. :”(
Last last weekend when Hubby came home late at night, he brought news about Bali. I didn’t know, as I didn’t watch TV. It was really really sad news. For what I read, Bali’s economy had just returned back to what it was before Kuta bombing, and now it happened again.
Butet, representative from Bali, sms-ed Hubby to ask whether we are still going there. She said she understood if we canceled it, she said that she already gave up and speechless. I felt very sorry for her when I read the sms, I guessed that must be what every Balinese and Indonesian felt.
So, on that Monday, my group ‘Monster’ gathered for dinner. We met to discuss about our plan and celebrated Cynthia’s birthday. The discussion took less than ten minutes. The plan is to stay. Bali, we are coming still. I was relieved and love my friends for that; maybe that’s what we can do for Bali.
Got stomach upset that night, so we left earlier and missed the rest of the celebration after cake-cutting. Absent from work the next day although I knew what was coming, I would be busy as hell on Wednesday! And I was right.
Boss asked of course How are you, are you feeling better…I opened my mouth wanted to say Are you sure you are worried about me, not my work?
but he beat me, he did the saying first, So, how about this deadline…. Hmppph.
Okay. So I was alone again on weekend. Actually my lunch mates organized a day shopping trip to Johor, Malaysia. It was very close to my house, only less than half an hour away. At first I said I might go, since Hubby would be working anyway. But I finally said no.
Imagining shopping..arghh…shopping with bunch of females and males would ended up walking without direction. Waiting for those shopping active girls and of course not feeling comfortable to shop and try clothes my self. I guess I’m really not a social person anyway. I hardly go to office function, I had enough meeting them at work :D, I think it depends on activities. I only enjoy clothing shopping whole-heartedly with Hubby and my Mom, the rest; usually I would only become a waiter.
Wait. Wait. See. See. Watch. Cheer. Opinion.
Anyway, I think something is a bit wrong with my social thingy. If I saw an old friend or anyone I know in public place, I would hide and maybe, run. That’s mostly my first reaction. But after a few, uhm, hundred meters? I would come to my senses and maybe greet that person. Mhehehhehe…or better, if the person saw me first and gave a tap on my shoulder, I might jump but it would be okay. So, if you see me see you and I disappeared, please wait for me to come back.
I was caught one time by a guy friend and he asked, “Hey, am I that ugly?!” Cute guy and cute question.
So, on Sunday morning I purposely made a trip to next Mrt Station, to go to specific Supermarket to buy a softener. I don’t mind walking extra miles as long as my laundry smells that good :).
I know, I know, I’m turning into a house freak. Khehehe…but the supermarket was so full, I wonder, why there were a lot of bored people like me, that Shopping In Supermarket on Sunday Morning was highlight of the weekend? Huh…and worse came to worst, I couldn’t find the softener. Huayahhh, so I left empty-handed. Of course I had other things to buy, but not so important and the queue was like lonely river flows to the sea…
So I’m getting more expert in house keeping things. Saturday, I cooked, washed, cleaned house, ate, and bathed in three hours only. :) So, before twelve, I was free for the rest of the week. Of course, that depends on what time I wake up.
And, I love Finding Neverland.
Weekends come and go very fast. Heard someone said that this morning.
Previous week had been very hectic, a lot of things happened yet nothing was really happen. Confused? So do I.
Hubby work yesterday weekend and the weekend before :”(, so I was alone and loneliiiiiiiii. The story is to be told later.
For my personal and other’s experiences, I concluded one thing that I’m not too proud of, as I’m pretty sure that the idea is not original anymore; Bosses are idiots.
If you happen to have smart colleague, and he/she was then being promoted to boss, BAM, that was it, he/she lost their intelligence and became idiot.
Here are some proves:
1. They only know simple math. 24 hours a day equal to 24 hours working. You don’t need to eat, sleep, drink and sh*t.
2. They postponed the deadline from Friday evening to Monday morning and they proud of doing so.
3. They are sure that you work hard because you are dedicated, there won’t be any possibility that you expect for raise.
4. When you told them that you were not in speaking term with them, they thought you were joking. I Su-eerrrr.
5. They are crap in management. Big time.
Hosh.
And talk about this make me an idiot too. :”(
Last last weekend when Hubby came home late at night, he brought news about Bali. I didn’t know, as I didn’t watch TV. It was really really sad news. For what I read, Bali’s economy had just returned back to what it was before Kuta bombing, and now it happened again.
Butet, representative from Bali, sms-ed Hubby to ask whether we are still going there. She said she understood if we canceled it, she said that she already gave up and speechless. I felt very sorry for her when I read the sms, I guessed that must be what every Balinese and Indonesian felt.
So, on that Monday, my group ‘Monster’ gathered for dinner. We met to discuss about our plan and celebrated Cynthia’s birthday. The discussion took less than ten minutes. The plan is to stay. Bali, we are coming still. I was relieved and love my friends for that; maybe that’s what we can do for Bali.
Got stomach upset that night, so we left earlier and missed the rest of the celebration after cake-cutting. Absent from work the next day although I knew what was coming, I would be busy as hell on Wednesday! And I was right.
Boss asked of course How are you, are you feeling better…I opened my mouth wanted to say Are you sure you are worried about me, not my work?
but he beat me, he did the saying first, So, how about this deadline…. Hmppph.
Okay. So I was alone again on weekend. Actually my lunch mates organized a day shopping trip to Johor, Malaysia. It was very close to my house, only less than half an hour away. At first I said I might go, since Hubby would be working anyway. But I finally said no.
Imagining shopping..arghh…shopping with bunch of females and males would ended up walking without direction. Waiting for those shopping active girls and of course not feeling comfortable to shop and try clothes my self. I guess I’m really not a social person anyway. I hardly go to office function, I had enough meeting them at work :D, I think it depends on activities. I only enjoy clothing shopping whole-heartedly with Hubby and my Mom, the rest; usually I would only become a waiter.
Wait. Wait. See. See. Watch. Cheer. Opinion.
Anyway, I think something is a bit wrong with my social thingy. If I saw an old friend or anyone I know in public place, I would hide and maybe, run. That’s mostly my first reaction. But after a few, uhm, hundred meters? I would come to my senses and maybe greet that person. Mhehehhehe…or better, if the person saw me first and gave a tap on my shoulder, I might jump but it would be okay. So, if you see me see you and I disappeared, please wait for me to come back.
I was caught one time by a guy friend and he asked, “Hey, am I that ugly?!” Cute guy and cute question.
So, on Sunday morning I purposely made a trip to next Mrt Station, to go to specific Supermarket to buy a softener. I don’t mind walking extra miles as long as my laundry smells that good :).
I know, I know, I’m turning into a house freak. Khehehe…but the supermarket was so full, I wonder, why there were a lot of bored people like me, that Shopping In Supermarket on Sunday Morning was highlight of the weekend? Huh…and worse came to worst, I couldn’t find the softener. Huayahhh, so I left empty-handed. Of course I had other things to buy, but not so important and the queue was like lonely river flows to the sea…
So I’m getting more expert in house keeping things. Saturday, I cooked, washed, cleaned house, ate, and bathed in three hours only. :) So, before twelve, I was free for the rest of the week. Of course, that depends on what time I wake up.
And, I love Finding Neverland.
posted by aping | 12:27 AM
WTF
Original Post Date : September 28, 2005
Watched Amazing Race Family last night. I love that show because I love to see the places they visit and the activities they do, the dramas and manipulations/fake reality add some minus but maybe selling point. This first episode of family race was very noisy; there were few groups whose members screamed like hell all the time.
This is one of the reality shows I’d like to be in, khehehhee…but it looks scary because it makes couples fight. By the way, I think on the Second Season, three years ago (?), I logged in Internet and found some Made-In-Sgp Amazing Race quiz. So we had to answer few questions, guessed the winner correctly and we might win $10.000!
Wohoooo!
So I did some research to answer the questions and on the weekend, me and Hubby (forced) purposely went to IKEA to count the crossing bridge’s steps.., that was one of the questions., of course they didn’t say ‘IKEA’ but some Swedish building bla bla bla. So all my answers were correct, including the winner, which were two young guys, but I didn’t win…! :”(((
I can do a lot of things with $10.000! Go around the world for a year.., well maybe not enough…buy few properties, not enough also., let’s change it to one million! One million rupiahs, well…. can buy 200 plates of pecel lele, not bad.. and maybe few gerobaks of peanuts. :)
This morning I went to work in war mood. Especially because I had the dark2 thing in MRT. It’s been so long since I had it. So, it was like sudden extremely tired, out of breath and blurred vision. I had it a lot in my Junior High, because we had flag ceremony every Monday! In Senior High, only once a month, in college, never. First year here, I said yes when an Indonesian Embassy officer who was very helpful with my documents asked me to join the flag ceremony on 17th August 2001. But, bad me, I never appeared because…I couldn’t find white skirt! I think I should wear white-white or something like that. :D
So, back to the dark2 thing, if I feel that, I have to find a seat immediately, lucky I got a seat on time. Actually I don’t know what causes it to happen. I strongly believe it happens when I stand for a long period of time, but on rare occasion, it happened when I was walking or climbing. If continue to stand, everything would turn red and double.
So, I felt kind of moody, sleepy and finally, I had to sneak out to buy…large Café Latte. Ouch…but it worked very well, now I’m caffeine loaded and awake. Tuned in favorite songs, then somebody sent me a Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Indian’s version, it was very funny.., and it restored my mood completely. :)
Internet attachment, yesterday I was pissed off reading about the demonstration plan. I don’t say the person who sent it would do it, but of course we can make it stop on our hand? Read between the line and I suppose we should see that those provocateurs never care about small people. Dream on. They do it on their advantages, politically or economically behind their masks. WTF. Indonesia only lack of one thing, wisdom in all level, educated or primitive. Huh.
Also, I still wonder why my smart friends, still sent those emails…’if you send it to 10 people, you’ll get what your wish, if you don’t, bad luck for life time..’ or twenty points of bad incidents happened to those who ignored it.
Luck and bad luck yourrr head! First time, I received that kind of letter when I was in Primary School, of course I was scared, what did I know, I planned to copy it 20 times but I was more tempted and spent the money for ice-cream. Then one of my friends who was scared also, asked my Math teacher. And he tore it in front of us, when all of us were holding our breaths with eyes almost dangled out from the sockets. He became my favorite teacher.
So, I can’t believe friends on my age still send it around. Whatever types, however pretty and nice the opening of the email, I won’t appreciate it and person who send it. Not even those pitiful emails asking for ‘if you forward it, this company would donate bla bla’ after a long story of a dying child. If it wants to donate, then donate! Hoax.
Or free phones, freebies etc, and the most heartless one, video of the beheaded hostages. Stop forwarding it. What would the hostage’s family feel if they see it?
Hope everything is going well in Indonesia today.
Watched Amazing Race Family last night. I love that show because I love to see the places they visit and the activities they do, the dramas and manipulations/fake reality add some minus but maybe selling point. This first episode of family race was very noisy; there were few groups whose members screamed like hell all the time.
This is one of the reality shows I’d like to be in, khehehhee…but it looks scary because it makes couples fight. By the way, I think on the Second Season, three years ago (?), I logged in Internet and found some Made-In-Sgp Amazing Race quiz. So we had to answer few questions, guessed the winner correctly and we might win $10.000!
Wohoooo!
So I did some research to answer the questions and on the weekend, me and Hubby (forced) purposely went to IKEA to count the crossing bridge’s steps.., that was one of the questions., of course they didn’t say ‘IKEA’ but some Swedish building bla bla bla. So all my answers were correct, including the winner, which were two young guys, but I didn’t win…! :”(((
I can do a lot of things with $10.000! Go around the world for a year.., well maybe not enough…buy few properties, not enough also., let’s change it to one million! One million rupiahs, well…. can buy 200 plates of pecel lele, not bad.. and maybe few gerobaks of peanuts. :)
This morning I went to work in war mood. Especially because I had the dark2 thing in MRT. It’s been so long since I had it. So, it was like sudden extremely tired, out of breath and blurred vision. I had it a lot in my Junior High, because we had flag ceremony every Monday! In Senior High, only once a month, in college, never. First year here, I said yes when an Indonesian Embassy officer who was very helpful with my documents asked me to join the flag ceremony on 17th August 2001. But, bad me, I never appeared because…I couldn’t find white skirt! I think I should wear white-white or something like that. :D
So, back to the dark2 thing, if I feel that, I have to find a seat immediately, lucky I got a seat on time. Actually I don’t know what causes it to happen. I strongly believe it happens when I stand for a long period of time, but on rare occasion, it happened when I was walking or climbing. If continue to stand, everything would turn red and double.
So, I felt kind of moody, sleepy and finally, I had to sneak out to buy…large Café Latte. Ouch…but it worked very well, now I’m caffeine loaded and awake. Tuned in favorite songs, then somebody sent me a Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Indian’s version, it was very funny.., and it restored my mood completely. :)
Internet attachment, yesterday I was pissed off reading about the demonstration plan. I don’t say the person who sent it would do it, but of course we can make it stop on our hand? Read between the line and I suppose we should see that those provocateurs never care about small people. Dream on. They do it on their advantages, politically or economically behind their masks. WTF. Indonesia only lack of one thing, wisdom in all level, educated or primitive. Huh.
Also, I still wonder why my smart friends, still sent those emails…’if you send it to 10 people, you’ll get what your wish, if you don’t, bad luck for life time..’ or twenty points of bad incidents happened to those who ignored it.
Luck and bad luck yourrr head! First time, I received that kind of letter when I was in Primary School, of course I was scared, what did I know, I planned to copy it 20 times but I was more tempted and spent the money for ice-cream. Then one of my friends who was scared also, asked my Math teacher. And he tore it in front of us, when all of us were holding our breaths with eyes almost dangled out from the sockets. He became my favorite teacher.
So, I can’t believe friends on my age still send it around. Whatever types, however pretty and nice the opening of the email, I won’t appreciate it and person who send it. Not even those pitiful emails asking for ‘if you forward it, this company would donate bla bla’ after a long story of a dying child. If it wants to donate, then donate! Hoax.
Or free phones, freebies etc, and the most heartless one, video of the beheaded hostages. Stop forwarding it. What would the hostage’s family feel if they see it?
Hope everything is going well in Indonesia today.
posted by aping | 12:25 AM
My Weekend
Original Post Date : September 26, 2005
I love Spinelli’s Cafe Latte (sp?), I dooo! This morning I had one, actually I’d love to have it every morning, but it’s more expensive than my lunch. So, I only buy it to treat myself when I’m extra sleepy, tired, and looking forward a not-so-bright day.
Leo couldn’t make it on Saturday, so met Uka only and went shopping after that. Bought a mesh backpack and storm whistle. Uh-uh, I thought storm whistle was a rare thing, I had never seen it before, so I pictured the conversation would be like this,” Waaah, you’re looking for storm whistle? What’s that for? Extra safety? That’s an impressive caution, but unfortunately we don’t have it here, so you have to place an order, we’ll send it, and you can collect it six months later.” Honestly, I thought that, ;p, since I didn’t see anybody carried that before and I hadn’t heard a single person here talked about it. Mhehehehe, on the contrary, it was hanging everywhere in every shop and it looks like common whistle, so disappointing. >:|
But anyway, I got a nice backpack mesh, so hopefully it ends the day I have to carry that bloody heavy bag with one hand or one shoulder. A little bit extra shopping needed to be done next week and that’s it.
Went to Hubby’s church on Sunday. Hubby’s church, because we take turn. One week is my turn, Catholic Church; the week after is his. Mine, his, mine, his. Although the practice is more like, mine, skip, skip, his, skip, his, skip, skip, mine…Our churches are quite alike, same root, and we’re practical, so we don’t lose sleep in this difference at all.
So, Sunday, there was a good preacher. Usually I don’t like preacher who only says let’s worship, all angelic talk but nothing more, or preacher who talk softly than suddenly scream out loud, I could only give that look ‘Hel-lo, somebody is trying to sleep here’, but I couldn’t say it :D. Churches are not meant for sleeping in but I do it in maybe 70% of my visits, but when the preacher is good, funny and casual, I would enjoy. :)
After that, yummy! We went to Indonesian restaurant, the name is funny, Ayam Penyet, sound like Chickens which had been sit on. It’s about 85%, but still great. I love the tempe goreng :”)), and Teh Botol, hehhehe...but the cook must be crazy, the chilli was damn hot and spicy, we were all teary-eyes, and I was almost extinct. I can’t even take moderate spicy, let alone this chilli from hell, but still, we had good meal. So good until I took nap that afternoon. After graduated, I had never took nap since, I don’t like it, because it makes me feel a bit more stupid when I wake up. :) Blur, a little out of direction and way too smiley and friendly. :)
On Friday we went to Gramophone and became its member, so for 30 dollars, we can rent unlimited dvd for a month, 3 dvds per taking. We watched Fahrenheit 9/11 (finally) and it took my breath away. Politic is filthy, what to say. I believe there are thousands and thousands of conspiracy everywhere to be discovered. I haven’t closed my jaw since I watched documentary analysis saying that moon landing was fake. FAKE! And I had a file full of cliping collections about that when I was in Senior High.
We watched Spanglish from Adam Sandler, I thought it was a comedy, but it was drama, quite a good one, the third one was disappointing. Living Seas, music by Sting, there were few breathtaking underwater videos, but that was it, they repeated it over and over again. It only scratched the surface of what they wanted to deliver.
Okay, we finished three dvds in one day, and on Saturday, we went back to the shop. But the door was half closed, so it was a rolling door, and only one third of it was hanging above the floor. We hesitated for a while, then I decided to sneak in. Woah, the guy almost jumped when I ‘crawled’ inside. It was a restock day, so they were closed. Hiks.
I keep going back and forth, no sequence here.
After rented dvd on Friday we dropped by James’s shop, same building, did some price check on things we wanted to buy. It was torturing, visited dive shop on Friday night while everyone was prepared to leave for weekend. So we had to walk through mountains of dive bags and found James inside the shop. We had quite a long chat, he shared his story about diving in Menado, it was killing us! We were drooling; eyes were popping, while he enjoyed himself talking about pigmy seahorse, and whale! They saw whale from the boat, too bad they were not fast enough to jump down. The rest of story was too much to take……… :”O
Yay, my father-to-be colleague had become a father on Thursday. Last time, the exciting question was ‘boy or girl?’. In modern technology, we have to find another thing to ask. So our questions was like, “Ehm, how long was the baby’s hair?” I almost choked when my other colleague asked that. Mhehehe. What a funny question.
I love Spinelli’s Cafe Latte (sp?), I dooo! This morning I had one, actually I’d love to have it every morning, but it’s more expensive than my lunch. So, I only buy it to treat myself when I’m extra sleepy, tired, and looking forward a not-so-bright day.
Leo couldn’t make it on Saturday, so met Uka only and went shopping after that. Bought a mesh backpack and storm whistle. Uh-uh, I thought storm whistle was a rare thing, I had never seen it before, so I pictured the conversation would be like this,” Waaah, you’re looking for storm whistle? What’s that for? Extra safety? That’s an impressive caution, but unfortunately we don’t have it here, so you have to place an order, we’ll send it, and you can collect it six months later.” Honestly, I thought that, ;p, since I didn’t see anybody carried that before and I hadn’t heard a single person here talked about it. Mhehehehe, on the contrary, it was hanging everywhere in every shop and it looks like common whistle, so disappointing. >:|
But anyway, I got a nice backpack mesh, so hopefully it ends the day I have to carry that bloody heavy bag with one hand or one shoulder. A little bit extra shopping needed to be done next week and that’s it.
Went to Hubby’s church on Sunday. Hubby’s church, because we take turn. One week is my turn, Catholic Church; the week after is his. Mine, his, mine, his. Although the practice is more like, mine, skip, skip, his, skip, his, skip, skip, mine…Our churches are quite alike, same root, and we’re practical, so we don’t lose sleep in this difference at all.
So, Sunday, there was a good preacher. Usually I don’t like preacher who only says let’s worship, all angelic talk but nothing more, or preacher who talk softly than suddenly scream out loud, I could only give that look ‘Hel-lo, somebody is trying to sleep here’, but I couldn’t say it :D. Churches are not meant for sleeping in but I do it in maybe 70% of my visits, but when the preacher is good, funny and casual, I would enjoy. :)
After that, yummy! We went to Indonesian restaurant, the name is funny, Ayam Penyet, sound like Chickens which had been sit on. It’s about 85%, but still great. I love the tempe goreng :”)), and Teh Botol, hehhehe...but the cook must be crazy, the chilli was damn hot and spicy, we were all teary-eyes, and I was almost extinct. I can’t even take moderate spicy, let alone this chilli from hell, but still, we had good meal. So good until I took nap that afternoon. After graduated, I had never took nap since, I don’t like it, because it makes me feel a bit more stupid when I wake up. :) Blur, a little out of direction and way too smiley and friendly. :)
On Friday we went to Gramophone and became its member, so for 30 dollars, we can rent unlimited dvd for a month, 3 dvds per taking. We watched Fahrenheit 9/11 (finally) and it took my breath away. Politic is filthy, what to say. I believe there are thousands and thousands of conspiracy everywhere to be discovered. I haven’t closed my jaw since I watched documentary analysis saying that moon landing was fake. FAKE! And I had a file full of cliping collections about that when I was in Senior High.
We watched Spanglish from Adam Sandler, I thought it was a comedy, but it was drama, quite a good one, the third one was disappointing. Living Seas, music by Sting, there were few breathtaking underwater videos, but that was it, they repeated it over and over again. It only scratched the surface of what they wanted to deliver.
Okay, we finished three dvds in one day, and on Saturday, we went back to the shop. But the door was half closed, so it was a rolling door, and only one third of it was hanging above the floor. We hesitated for a while, then I decided to sneak in. Woah, the guy almost jumped when I ‘crawled’ inside. It was a restock day, so they were closed. Hiks.
I keep going back and forth, no sequence here.
After rented dvd on Friday we dropped by James’s shop, same building, did some price check on things we wanted to buy. It was torturing, visited dive shop on Friday night while everyone was prepared to leave for weekend. So we had to walk through mountains of dive bags and found James inside the shop. We had quite a long chat, he shared his story about diving in Menado, it was killing us! We were drooling; eyes were popping, while he enjoyed himself talking about pigmy seahorse, and whale! They saw whale from the boat, too bad they were not fast enough to jump down. The rest of story was too much to take……… :”O
Yay, my father-to-be colleague had become a father on Thursday. Last time, the exciting question was ‘boy or girl?’. In modern technology, we have to find another thing to ask. So our questions was like, “Ehm, how long was the baby’s hair?” I almost choked when my other colleague asked that. Mhehehe. What a funny question.
posted by aping | 12:23 AM
FRUUAIIIDUAAYY
Original Post Date : September 22, 2005
IT’S FRUUAIIIDUAAYY!
Last time, there was a radio DJ who always shouted like that on Friday afternoon, half an hour before I went off, but that funny guy was transferred.
Tomorrow we are going to meet up with Uka in the morning and Leo in the afternoon.
(after making sure that Uka is not in My Friends), Actually we could never call him Uka, he was my supervisor then, so we always call him Pak R. He protested, but gave up. :)
It’s been so long since I last meet him.
I cut up my account so that only Friends can view my profile and blog. Khehehhe, so I can gossip more about everyone. :) Actually, I’m a bit hesitant to talk about private things to be read by people that I don’t know (GR dikit gakpapa :)), my Friends are all so on that my second degree is 100 times bigger than my primary Friends. Salute for you!
But this thing is so uncontrollable for me, I’d like to find friend from Junior and Primary, and I can’t even trace any of them except my best friend. She is married, no Internet, and I’m not able to call her as many times as I want. Every time I called, there would be baby sound effect in the background. Hayah…I wrote letter many times, but lost in the way.
Indonesia’s addresses are always mess-up, all those RT/RW bla bla give me headache. I remember my parent’s shop; we had to give a number by our self because it was numberless. So, we put 88, good number, mhehehe, only to find out then that there were at least three 88-s along the road.
So, we still had to count on that Jurassic Park’s address, imagine we had to add ‘Samping Gang Kancil, Desa Neroktok, Dekat Jembatan Tol’. So, I had to admire my two friends who made it to my house without help :), but neahhh, not so fast, it actually quite easy to find with the shop’s name, right? Right?
So, my letters never made it, I was left with telephone to contact her, and I can only make it few times a year, and worse still, she also lost contact with friends.
All my Pontianak’s friends, mostly far away from Internet access, I think. Those who had emails don’t have it anymore, and they don’t stay in the same place. I don’t know how to contact them, I miss them :”(….And I don’t think they can find me through Friendster because I’m aping, I don’t think they called me aping then :D. I can’t remember what did they call me!
Except that, I’m also a lazy bum. My friend count is still almost the same with last time. I have mood to use Friendster only when I’m in office, and my office limits my access, so I can’t anyhow browse, look and add friends from friends!
So, what am I talking about?
Leo, will meet him in the afternoon. We have some shopping to do, three of us want to buy some proper compass and surface buoy, additionally I want to look for Storm Whistle, don’t know how it looks or sounds like, but from what I read from Forum, it’s good to have at least one in the group for safety. I also foresee good chat with Leo, we haven’t met for two months I guess, last time we used to meet on Saturdays while patronizing dive shop and stopped by for peanut soup breaks. :) Every one has been busy since then, working, entertaining parents and in laws while they were here.
Count down for Bali, less than two months to go. Have to start exercising so that I can fit in if I ever have to wear two wetsuit plus one vest, I heard it’s going to be so coooold. I’m also excited to see how our coral looks like now. I also like to meet the group, although we can’t find more people at the moment, five of us won’t be less fun, and more, I can’t wait to fly again! Me so miss water… :”(
I was browsing old files, and suddenly remember that I laughed for good few minutes for this;
There was a menu displayed outside a Chinese Seafood Restaurant in America. :)))
Crap : $21/lbs.
IT’S FRUUAIIIDUAAYY!
Last time, there was a radio DJ who always shouted like that on Friday afternoon, half an hour before I went off, but that funny guy was transferred.
Tomorrow we are going to meet up with Uka in the morning and Leo in the afternoon.
(after making sure that Uka is not in My Friends), Actually we could never call him Uka, he was my supervisor then, so we always call him Pak R. He protested, but gave up. :)
It’s been so long since I last meet him.
I cut up my account so that only Friends can view my profile and blog. Khehehhe, so I can gossip more about everyone. :) Actually, I’m a bit hesitant to talk about private things to be read by people that I don’t know (GR dikit gakpapa :)), my Friends are all so on that my second degree is 100 times bigger than my primary Friends. Salute for you!
But this thing is so uncontrollable for me, I’d like to find friend from Junior and Primary, and I can’t even trace any of them except my best friend. She is married, no Internet, and I’m not able to call her as many times as I want. Every time I called, there would be baby sound effect in the background. Hayah…I wrote letter many times, but lost in the way.
Indonesia’s addresses are always mess-up, all those RT/RW bla bla give me headache. I remember my parent’s shop; we had to give a number by our self because it was numberless. So, we put 88, good number, mhehehe, only to find out then that there were at least three 88-s along the road.
So, we still had to count on that Jurassic Park’s address, imagine we had to add ‘Samping Gang Kancil, Desa Neroktok, Dekat Jembatan Tol’. So, I had to admire my two friends who made it to my house without help :), but neahhh, not so fast, it actually quite easy to find with the shop’s name, right? Right?
So, my letters never made it, I was left with telephone to contact her, and I can only make it few times a year, and worse still, she also lost contact with friends.
All my Pontianak’s friends, mostly far away from Internet access, I think. Those who had emails don’t have it anymore, and they don’t stay in the same place. I don’t know how to contact them, I miss them :”(….And I don’t think they can find me through Friendster because I’m aping, I don’t think they called me aping then :D. I can’t remember what did they call me!
Except that, I’m also a lazy bum. My friend count is still almost the same with last time. I have mood to use Friendster only when I’m in office, and my office limits my access, so I can’t anyhow browse, look and add friends from friends!
So, what am I talking about?
Leo, will meet him in the afternoon. We have some shopping to do, three of us want to buy some proper compass and surface buoy, additionally I want to look for Storm Whistle, don’t know how it looks or sounds like, but from what I read from Forum, it’s good to have at least one in the group for safety. I also foresee good chat with Leo, we haven’t met for two months I guess, last time we used to meet on Saturdays while patronizing dive shop and stopped by for peanut soup breaks. :) Every one has been busy since then, working, entertaining parents and in laws while they were here.
Count down for Bali, less than two months to go. Have to start exercising so that I can fit in if I ever have to wear two wetsuit plus one vest, I heard it’s going to be so coooold. I’m also excited to see how our coral looks like now. I also like to meet the group, although we can’t find more people at the moment, five of us won’t be less fun, and more, I can’t wait to fly again! Me so miss water… :”(
I was browsing old files, and suddenly remember that I laughed for good few minutes for this;
There was a menu displayed outside a Chinese Seafood Restaurant in America. :)))
Crap : $21/lbs.
posted by aping | 12:21 AM
Bambinos
Original Post Date : September 20, 2005
It’s Monday again!
Argh.. Weekend and weekend passed by without water. :”(
Morning I had to rush a deadline, skipped breakfast and had a late lunch. Not eating was fine, but the difficult part was to fight the urge to go to toilet ><. After finishing the work, I found the toilet was occupied. Huh, so I was just sitting here feeling…(sorry)…crappy. :)
Alone in the weekend, Hubby worked OT. So, I did the weekend routine; cleaning, moping, laundry etc. After that played games for hours and watched old vcds; Life Is Beautiful and Edward Scissorhand. Still love them. Bored with games, waiting for Commandos 4 to be released. Hubby bought me two Doraemon DVD previously. We watched few stories. On the second story, he suddenly asked, “Hey, why they use ‘shit’ word for translation?” We sat there started to laugh, then my eyes were popping up catching the word ‘f**k’. I pointed it to him and a second later, (we were eating), I almost nyembur nasi looking at the a**hole word. Holly molly, I didn’t know we could find this type of translation in Doraemon. We still have one and three quarter of DVD, gotta see what else can we find later. :)
Didn’t have chance to post, so Tuesday…
My colleague is in the middle of waiting for his baby to come out. So, I feel excited for him too. There are two married girls in our lunch group, both are ‘newly wed’ kekekeke, always feel like that. So the males like to question us about when we are going to have babies. With new government bonus (although I think nothing is really fantastic about that, and it only works for Singaporeans), they try to bring up the number of babies, because Sgp is reaching dangerous statistic about no enough babies. :) So, since then, we can see pregnant women everywhere. I’m scared of bumping into them, as I always walk carelessly and like to stumble myself. If I saw them, I would take a big round so that they are at least a meter from me. Worse, on rainy day, the pavements are damn slippery, gotta grip tightly on Hubby or if alone, I will walk behind grandmas. Hehehe, in that way, people would think that I’m a courteous person, instead of young person who walks like grandmas on rainy days. Oh, and pregnant women like to put their belly right before your nose in the train to get your seat. Sometimes it’s quite wobbling if you are tired, have jelly-like leg and low blood pressure darkness, but we don’t have those condition written in forehead or shown in our belly, so have to give the seats up, but face it, they are carrying a person, so of course, they win.
So, back to baby thingy, my this female friend says that she doesn’t see why she need to have baby. I was quite surprised myself, I thought she wants, but not now, like me, but what she said is meant for forever. It was quite fun to hear them debating, her and my father to be friend. They were making their points although I don’t agree that she viewed children as investment, and that with the amount of money needed to spend on a child is more than enough for retirement. When money involved, everything sounds ugly. I’m sure if my parent thought that way, I would be flying somewhere between the stars, wehewww, I mean, I won’t be here.
But I also don’t think that having a child is a have and see condition. It’s very nice to see cute, well behaved and well taken care of nephews, friend’s child etc, but for having own child the responsibility is heavy! My colleagues said, have one first, if you don’t have time, put it in Jakarta. It sounds like I go to Toys R Us, pick a Barbie, if I don’t have time to play, I keep it in cupboard. Crazy head! The difference of having one or two is not much, but have and don’t have is like heaven and earth.
On my brother’s wedding, a cousin came to me and asked me this cliché question. I always think this kind of question is only some kind of icebreaker. Admit it, they don’t really care; they just need something to talk about. If my parent won’t be cursed for not educate me, I would have said,’ Ow.. cut that crap.’
So she was quite ‘concern’, she was only few years older than me I guess. She said,“Don’t worry about everything. It’s not a difficult and big decision; look at me. I have three kids and we’re doing good. They grow up well.” While one of her kids was trying to punch and struggle his brother, yelling and screaming, another one was grabbing two handfuls of souvenirs without permission and drooling onto the guess book.
After saying that, she turned into her kids and pinched them, “Hey, you guys! Be quiet! Wait until I get home and slap you hard in the heads!”
Yawn, I wish from twenty to thirty is 20 years. Too much things people think need to be done between this span of life. Graduate, get a job, get a boyfriend (proper one), get married, get enough money to marry, enough money to buy house, and have kids. Holly molly
It’s Monday again!
Argh.. Weekend and weekend passed by without water. :”(
Morning I had to rush a deadline, skipped breakfast and had a late lunch. Not eating was fine, but the difficult part was to fight the urge to go to toilet ><. After finishing the work, I found the toilet was occupied. Huh, so I was just sitting here feeling…(sorry)…crappy. :)
Alone in the weekend, Hubby worked OT. So, I did the weekend routine; cleaning, moping, laundry etc. After that played games for hours and watched old vcds; Life Is Beautiful and Edward Scissorhand. Still love them. Bored with games, waiting for Commandos 4 to be released. Hubby bought me two Doraemon DVD previously. We watched few stories. On the second story, he suddenly asked, “Hey, why they use ‘shit’ word for translation?” We sat there started to laugh, then my eyes were popping up catching the word ‘f**k’. I pointed it to him and a second later, (we were eating), I almost nyembur nasi looking at the a**hole word. Holly molly, I didn’t know we could find this type of translation in Doraemon. We still have one and three quarter of DVD, gotta see what else can we find later. :)
Didn’t have chance to post, so Tuesday…
My colleague is in the middle of waiting for his baby to come out. So, I feel excited for him too. There are two married girls in our lunch group, both are ‘newly wed’ kekekeke, always feel like that. So the males like to question us about when we are going to have babies. With new government bonus (although I think nothing is really fantastic about that, and it only works for Singaporeans), they try to bring up the number of babies, because Sgp is reaching dangerous statistic about no enough babies. :) So, since then, we can see pregnant women everywhere. I’m scared of bumping into them, as I always walk carelessly and like to stumble myself. If I saw them, I would take a big round so that they are at least a meter from me. Worse, on rainy day, the pavements are damn slippery, gotta grip tightly on Hubby or if alone, I will walk behind grandmas. Hehehe, in that way, people would think that I’m a courteous person, instead of young person who walks like grandmas on rainy days. Oh, and pregnant women like to put their belly right before your nose in the train to get your seat. Sometimes it’s quite wobbling if you are tired, have jelly-like leg and low blood pressure darkness, but we don’t have those condition written in forehead or shown in our belly, so have to give the seats up, but face it, they are carrying a person, so of course, they win.
So, back to baby thingy, my this female friend says that she doesn’t see why she need to have baby. I was quite surprised myself, I thought she wants, but not now, like me, but what she said is meant for forever. It was quite fun to hear them debating, her and my father to be friend. They were making their points although I don’t agree that she viewed children as investment, and that with the amount of money needed to spend on a child is more than enough for retirement. When money involved, everything sounds ugly. I’m sure if my parent thought that way, I would be flying somewhere between the stars, wehewww, I mean, I won’t be here.
But I also don’t think that having a child is a have and see condition. It’s very nice to see cute, well behaved and well taken care of nephews, friend’s child etc, but for having own child the responsibility is heavy! My colleagues said, have one first, if you don’t have time, put it in Jakarta. It sounds like I go to Toys R Us, pick a Barbie, if I don’t have time to play, I keep it in cupboard. Crazy head! The difference of having one or two is not much, but have and don’t have is like heaven and earth.
On my brother’s wedding, a cousin came to me and asked me this cliché question. I always think this kind of question is only some kind of icebreaker. Admit it, they don’t really care; they just need something to talk about. If my parent won’t be cursed for not educate me, I would have said,’ Ow.. cut that crap.’
So she was quite ‘concern’, she was only few years older than me I guess. She said,“Don’t worry about everything. It’s not a difficult and big decision; look at me. I have three kids and we’re doing good. They grow up well.” While one of her kids was trying to punch and struggle his brother, yelling and screaming, another one was grabbing two handfuls of souvenirs without permission and drooling onto the guess book.
After saying that, she turned into her kids and pinched them, “Hey, you guys! Be quiet! Wait until I get home and slap you hard in the heads!”
Yawn, I wish from twenty to thirty is 20 years. Too much things people think need to be done between this span of life. Graduate, get a job, get a boyfriend (proper one), get married, get enough money to marry, enough money to buy house, and have kids. Holly molly
posted by aping | 12:20 AM
My Littl' Secret
Original Post Date : September 13, 2005
I watched March of The Penguin on Friday night. It was beautiful and actually made me sniff..sniff..sroot…koblo koblo koblo, something I haven’t done on movie since I can’t remember when. I had no idea that penguin’s life is so tough, those little funny adorable birdies who couldn’t fly, but their love lives are as complete as human being.
Recommended. Watch it. Ask me for tickets. Wait long long.
I just read about the hardship of octopus also. After mating, the female was left alone; she would take care of the egg alone, without time to hunt and rest, so often, she would die of exhaustion and starvation when the eggs hatch. I think it has potential to have good story with eye catching title “Being Octopus”, “Being an Octopus Girl” or “*** you all **** male **** chauvinist Octopus”. Just a harmless idea.
Feeling excited today. Just developed a rough plan for future, something that would need at least one to few years to accomplish, something that need youth’s courage and strength and would make life complete. No. Not babies.
I’m those kind of lazy bum who don’t like to think about future and keep saying ‘cherish the present’ to cover my laziness, mostly also to keep me happy-thinking. Future for other people maybe means more money, more status. But future that I’d like to jump in may be the other way around, but one think I sure that I will retain, improve and make better is the happiness. :))))
After all, that’s what everyone need. Ssst.
I watched March of The Penguin on Friday night. It was beautiful and actually made me sniff..sniff..sroot…koblo koblo koblo, something I haven’t done on movie since I can’t remember when. I had no idea that penguin’s life is so tough, those little funny adorable birdies who couldn’t fly, but their love lives are as complete as human being.
Recommended. Watch it. Ask me for tickets. Wait long long.
I just read about the hardship of octopus also. After mating, the female was left alone; she would take care of the egg alone, without time to hunt and rest, so often, she would die of exhaustion and starvation when the eggs hatch. I think it has potential to have good story with eye catching title “Being Octopus”, “Being an Octopus Girl” or “*** you all **** male **** chauvinist Octopus”. Just a harmless idea.
Feeling excited today. Just developed a rough plan for future, something that would need at least one to few years to accomplish, something that need youth’s courage and strength and would make life complete. No. Not babies.
I’m those kind of lazy bum who don’t like to think about future and keep saying ‘cherish the present’ to cover my laziness, mostly also to keep me happy-thinking. Future for other people maybe means more money, more status. But future that I’d like to jump in may be the other way around, but one think I sure that I will retain, improve and make better is the happiness. :))))
After all, that’s what everyone need. Ssst.
posted by aping | 12:19 AM
Mid-Autumn Festival
September 12, 2005
Blab blah blah..
Feeling upset today. Miscommunication, misperception with my cousin, a lot of things I want to talk about but I can’t say it.
Anyway, bless me; I have Hubby, my permanent source of relief and strength. It just feel so right, if a spouse/bf/gf is a source of sorrow instead of relief, something must be wrong on one or both.
Here, two bloggers were detained, because they were writing about racism things. I don’t know how bad and shallow the way these two guys wrote, but hopefully the government and society have good reason to detain them. Religion discussions had been done to death, I think if some governments go and check the writing website I like to visit daily; they wouldn’t have enough jail. Some racism discussion of course end up ugly, fights and arguments, but some also result in smart discussions when everybody is agree to disagree and there are shades of grey instead of black and white. So I’m quite convinced that these two guys crossed the line a bit too far.
Anyway, I’d like to share more on happy things. Like Pontianak, Singapore has strong Chinese tradition. Now we are entering mid-autumn festival, time to eat mooncake and light up the lantern. In Pontianak, the tradition is stronger. Like my family, on the fifteenth of the moon (Lunar Calendar) we would set up a table in the deck or yard, filled it with all kind of pretty and new things, and spend the night gathering with family, chatting, sharing story and watching the moon. It was my favorite time of the year; me and brothers would built windmill from Bombix (cheaper and simpler version of Lego), our display would be the highest and prettiest among cousins. Mom and dad would fill the table with moon cake, cookies, new toiletries, flowers etc.
It was fun because the deck was covered with vinyl, we could jump, climb, lie down, play hide and seek and hear stories from my late grandma, who seldom visited our house. The moon would be beautiful and full. I’m impressed with Lunar Calendar, it’s always accurate, whenever it’s full moon, it must be the fifteenth. Unlike our Dutch Calendar, full moon hardly happens on fifteenth.
Okie, so now I miss the tradition, we still do that, but now it’s much more simplified, and I always miss that since I’m not staying with my family. I think Sinciapo’s tradition is not as much as mine last time, they celebrate it only with mooncakes and lanterns, if I’m not wrong. And psst, I don’t like the mooncakes here. It’s different and very sweet.
Two years ago, my Dad received couple of boxes from his friends, so me and Hubby had to finish it. Tell you, it was tough! The most that I could eat without goose bump is a quarter of a cake (one cake’s diameter is about 10 cm), while one box consists of four mooncakes and we had many of them, non-stop gifts. To add to the pain, my colleague also held mooncake party, and even my office. After that year, I forbid any kind of mooncake in the house, so far so good, but I still have half a month to go to keep an eye on my Dad. :)
Lantern. Actually, we had lantern in Pontianak only on Capgomeh, the end of Chinese New Year. Apparently, they play lantern here in mid-autumn festival. So, yesterday, I brought Mom to the Lantern Festival at Chinese Garden. It was quite impressive; huge, bright and colorful lanterns around the park. From all type of dinosaurs to flowers and fairy, they had it. I wanted to bring my nephew last year, it was Hello Kitty theme, but we didn’t have time then. Mom was very happy; she likes to see this kind of colorful and beautiful thingy, too bad Dad couldn’t join us.
Now the lantern made by plastic/fabric and bulb, instead of paper and candles last time. I agree, paper, children and fire are dangeroussss combinations.
Since I talk about Pontianak, I’d like to share my concern. In Indonesia, we know kuntilanak, the infamous ghost originated from Pontianak. In here, they call kuntilanak as Pontianak. I’m very upset, it’s my hometown! Just because of some misinterpretation, they call the ghost Pontianak. At one job interview, a lady almost bulged her eyes out when I said I was from Pontianak, coincidentally I had long hair and red eyes from lack of sleep, mhehhehehhehe….frustating. Grr.
Blab blah blah..
Feeling upset today. Miscommunication, misperception with my cousin, a lot of things I want to talk about but I can’t say it.
Anyway, bless me; I have Hubby, my permanent source of relief and strength. It just feel so right, if a spouse/bf/gf is a source of sorrow instead of relief, something must be wrong on one or both.
Here, two bloggers were detained, because they were writing about racism things. I don’t know how bad and shallow the way these two guys wrote, but hopefully the government and society have good reason to detain them. Religion discussions had been done to death, I think if some governments go and check the writing website I like to visit daily; they wouldn’t have enough jail. Some racism discussion of course end up ugly, fights and arguments, but some also result in smart discussions when everybody is agree to disagree and there are shades of grey instead of black and white. So I’m quite convinced that these two guys crossed the line a bit too far.
Anyway, I’d like to share more on happy things. Like Pontianak, Singapore has strong Chinese tradition. Now we are entering mid-autumn festival, time to eat mooncake and light up the lantern. In Pontianak, the tradition is stronger. Like my family, on the fifteenth of the moon (Lunar Calendar) we would set up a table in the deck or yard, filled it with all kind of pretty and new things, and spend the night gathering with family, chatting, sharing story and watching the moon. It was my favorite time of the year; me and brothers would built windmill from Bombix (cheaper and simpler version of Lego), our display would be the highest and prettiest among cousins. Mom and dad would fill the table with moon cake, cookies, new toiletries, flowers etc.
It was fun because the deck was covered with vinyl, we could jump, climb, lie down, play hide and seek and hear stories from my late grandma, who seldom visited our house. The moon would be beautiful and full. I’m impressed with Lunar Calendar, it’s always accurate, whenever it’s full moon, it must be the fifteenth. Unlike our Dutch Calendar, full moon hardly happens on fifteenth.
Okie, so now I miss the tradition, we still do that, but now it’s much more simplified, and I always miss that since I’m not staying with my family. I think Sinciapo’s tradition is not as much as mine last time, they celebrate it only with mooncakes and lanterns, if I’m not wrong. And psst, I don’t like the mooncakes here. It’s different and very sweet.
Two years ago, my Dad received couple of boxes from his friends, so me and Hubby had to finish it. Tell you, it was tough! The most that I could eat without goose bump is a quarter of a cake (one cake’s diameter is about 10 cm), while one box consists of four mooncakes and we had many of them, non-stop gifts. To add to the pain, my colleague also held mooncake party, and even my office. After that year, I forbid any kind of mooncake in the house, so far so good, but I still have half a month to go to keep an eye on my Dad. :)
Lantern. Actually, we had lantern in Pontianak only on Capgomeh, the end of Chinese New Year. Apparently, they play lantern here in mid-autumn festival. So, yesterday, I brought Mom to the Lantern Festival at Chinese Garden. It was quite impressive; huge, bright and colorful lanterns around the park. From all type of dinosaurs to flowers and fairy, they had it. I wanted to bring my nephew last year, it was Hello Kitty theme, but we didn’t have time then. Mom was very happy; she likes to see this kind of colorful and beautiful thingy, too bad Dad couldn’t join us.
Now the lantern made by plastic/fabric and bulb, instead of paper and candles last time. I agree, paper, children and fire are dangeroussss combinations.
Since I talk about Pontianak, I’d like to share my concern. In Indonesia, we know kuntilanak, the infamous ghost originated from Pontianak. In here, they call kuntilanak as Pontianak. I’m very upset, it’s my hometown! Just because of some misinterpretation, they call the ghost Pontianak. At one job interview, a lady almost bulged her eyes out when I said I was from Pontianak, coincidentally I had long hair and red eyes from lack of sleep, mhehhehehhehe….frustating. Grr.
posted by aping | 12:17 AM
Just Another Thursday
Original Post Date : September 07, 2005
Tee-hee,
I think a lot of people would agree that watching news could be devastating nowadays. Last time, it could make or break your day, now most of them are depressing.
Oh, but, there was one news that made me smile few days ago.
Someone had invented the anti-rapist tool. It’s like a disposable condom to be worn by females (don’t ask me how), and it will hook to the rapist’s ……, only can be surgically removed. Therefore they hope it could help to reduce crime rate and catch them when they go to hospital of course. It’s good news for females; hopefully it’s cheap, reliable and safe. I can’t help but wonder, how if it is used for wrong intention? For iseng blood thirst crazy female, or wife who want to punish their husband for forgetting their birthday? :D (not me of course!)
But hey, out there, it’s possible! We never know how sick a person can be… If you read what, the anna what website, many weirder than fiction things could happen in real life. I only know this website because sometimes I read little entertainment news in the corner of the newspaper referring to them, I’m quite kepo about that web though, but dun have chance to check it out.
I want to watch March of The penguin, first documentary in Cinema, but still haven’t got time. Nowadays, movie creators are not creative. Sequels, prequels, super hero, comic resurrections, translations etc, mostly are not original concept anymore, they are running out of idea. Matrix, although disappointing, subjectively, I could see Mas Nunu. :) Lord of The Ring, I fell asleep on LOTR2, maybe because I watched it on DVD, but I skipped the third. Can’t imagine the LOTR marathon 3 x 3 hours! But many people love it, that’s why I heard they are making another long fantasy movie, forget the title. From comics, Spiderman, Batman, Fantastic Four, Sin city etc, didn’t have time to watch except Spiderman. I like Spiderman because I want to be one. :) Isn’t it cool to be able to jump around here and three :).
Batman is another thing.
Old joke :
Who is the most stupid in the world? Batman, because he has wings, but he can’t fly. Who is more stupid than Batman? Robin. Udah tau Batman bego, ditemenin.
Horror movie. I think Hollywood is not so capable of making horror movie. Those Candyman, Urban Legend, Scream bla bla are rubbishes, the last good one is What Lies Beneath, Hannibal not bad. Now they stalk on Japanese movie, The Ring, The Grudge (Originally Ju-On), Dark Water. Maybe I’m easier to scare now, I supposed to pay only half price for The Ring, then we have never watched horror again. Mhehehhehe…actually watching the movie is not so bad, it’s the feelings days after.
Even when I visited Body World Exhibition, I kept thinking about the dried face days after. It was an amazing exhibition though, so they preserved human body for medical and science I think. They have large collection of dried bodies, skeletons, skinless, body parts, body sections. It’s unbelievable how did they able to ship the fragile dried bodies with red nerves and tissue still hanging around, posing as chess player, footballer etc. They had pregnant woman and all ages of embryos, some with abnormally, smoker and coal miner’s lungs. I was ok with the skinless one, they didn’t look so real, but the ones with faces, skin still attached was scary, I got to play hide and seek to avoid looking at those. They also cut up one huge camel and completed human body into cross sections. And guys, be patient if you girl wants to visit restroom more than you, cause your bladder is almost three times bigger.
At the end of that day, I lost my appetite and had a dream talking to one of those bodies. Oh, and everyone can be a donor. It might be cool for some people to be an exhibit, but how if they only take your bladder and throw the rest? Hm…. And it must be a messy work, to dried up everything..ugh.., but have to admit, it was amazing.
Just had lunch with Mom and Dad, they dropped by to Garuda’s office nearby. Had lunch at Genki Sushi, but they were lousy! Almost every time they were late and today, they forgot my order although I reminded them few times! No regret, no explanation, no expression…had to ask them one sentence, why does it happen every time? Then they came back to life, apologize and cut the service tax. So, remember the magic sentence, one is enough. When I had lunch with friends there, everyone complained grundel grmbl we still had to pay full price because my friends only said …Your service is lousy… we are disappointed…one hour and you mixed up… no use, no use.
So now or a bit later I’ll be hungry because basically I had almost nothing for lunch.
>: (|)
Yay, one day to weekend! :)
Tee-hee,
I think a lot of people would agree that watching news could be devastating nowadays. Last time, it could make or break your day, now most of them are depressing.
Oh, but, there was one news that made me smile few days ago.
Someone had invented the anti-rapist tool. It’s like a disposable condom to be worn by females (don’t ask me how), and it will hook to the rapist’s ……, only can be surgically removed. Therefore they hope it could help to reduce crime rate and catch them when they go to hospital of course. It’s good news for females; hopefully it’s cheap, reliable and safe. I can’t help but wonder, how if it is used for wrong intention? For iseng blood thirst crazy female, or wife who want to punish their husband for forgetting their birthday? :D (not me of course!)
But hey, out there, it’s possible! We never know how sick a person can be… If you read what, the anna what website, many weirder than fiction things could happen in real life. I only know this website because sometimes I read little entertainment news in the corner of the newspaper referring to them, I’m quite kepo about that web though, but dun have chance to check it out.
I want to watch March of The penguin, first documentary in Cinema, but still haven’t got time. Nowadays, movie creators are not creative. Sequels, prequels, super hero, comic resurrections, translations etc, mostly are not original concept anymore, they are running out of idea. Matrix, although disappointing, subjectively, I could see Mas Nunu. :) Lord of The Ring, I fell asleep on LOTR2, maybe because I watched it on DVD, but I skipped the third. Can’t imagine the LOTR marathon 3 x 3 hours! But many people love it, that’s why I heard they are making another long fantasy movie, forget the title. From comics, Spiderman, Batman, Fantastic Four, Sin city etc, didn’t have time to watch except Spiderman. I like Spiderman because I want to be one. :) Isn’t it cool to be able to jump around here and three :).
Batman is another thing.
Old joke :
Who is the most stupid in the world? Batman, because he has wings, but he can’t fly. Who is more stupid than Batman? Robin. Udah tau Batman bego, ditemenin.
Horror movie. I think Hollywood is not so capable of making horror movie. Those Candyman, Urban Legend, Scream bla bla are rubbishes, the last good one is What Lies Beneath, Hannibal not bad. Now they stalk on Japanese movie, The Ring, The Grudge (Originally Ju-On), Dark Water. Maybe I’m easier to scare now, I supposed to pay only half price for The Ring, then we have never watched horror again. Mhehehhehe…actually watching the movie is not so bad, it’s the feelings days after.
Even when I visited Body World Exhibition, I kept thinking about the dried face days after. It was an amazing exhibition though, so they preserved human body for medical and science I think. They have large collection of dried bodies, skeletons, skinless, body parts, body sections. It’s unbelievable how did they able to ship the fragile dried bodies with red nerves and tissue still hanging around, posing as chess player, footballer etc. They had pregnant woman and all ages of embryos, some with abnormally, smoker and coal miner’s lungs. I was ok with the skinless one, they didn’t look so real, but the ones with faces, skin still attached was scary, I got to play hide and seek to avoid looking at those. They also cut up one huge camel and completed human body into cross sections. And guys, be patient if you girl wants to visit restroom more than you, cause your bladder is almost three times bigger.
At the end of that day, I lost my appetite and had a dream talking to one of those bodies. Oh, and everyone can be a donor. It might be cool for some people to be an exhibit, but how if they only take your bladder and throw the rest? Hm…. And it must be a messy work, to dried up everything..ugh.., but have to admit, it was amazing.
Just had lunch with Mom and Dad, they dropped by to Garuda’s office nearby. Had lunch at Genki Sushi, but they were lousy! Almost every time they were late and today, they forgot my order although I reminded them few times! No regret, no explanation, no expression…had to ask them one sentence, why does it happen every time? Then they came back to life, apologize and cut the service tax. So, remember the magic sentence, one is enough. When I had lunch with friends there, everyone complained grundel grmbl we still had to pay full price because my friends only said …Your service is lousy… we are disappointed…one hour and you mixed up… no use, no use.
So now or a bit later I’ll be hungry because basically I had almost nothing for lunch.
>: (|)
Yay, one day to weekend! :)
posted by aping | 12:15 AM