My weakest working hour is around 10 and 4.
10 o’clock: What am I doing? How did I get here? Where is my lunch?
4 o’clock : The sleepiest time monkeys could be, and worse, almost everyone feels the same and they rely on coffee. Result: tons of coffee breath.
Sometimes people don’t realize how terrible the coffee breath could be, I guess it depends on the kind of coffee, because I don’t remember smelling coffee previously. It’s only been awhile when I started to realize that coffee breath exists.
One day, my colleague talked to me about something, she’s the whisperer type, the one who talks so softly that only ants could hear. So, because I kept having difficulty (with additional that I’m ‘budi’) we leaned closer to each other, and I almost dropped dead. I can’t describe how it was. A little bit of tai kucing apek campur ban mobil tua dan keringet topeng monyet. Nah.
She is a heavy coffee drinker, but the thing is, I didn’t recall any bad experience like that near her, so maybe it’s the timing of when and when the coffee is taken, what brand, what year, what dress did you wear in time of taking, who’s the current president etc etc.
I remember this because just now another colleague was briefing some work with me and I had to hold my breath during the whole conversations. He had gone through many weeks working day and night prepare for some project and I understand that maybe coffee was his main course.
Both of them are well kept people, so these are isolated case.
Or maybe my nose is too sensitive?
Without intention of being offensive to anyone, I can’t really handle BO well, especially in enclosed public places like train, I’d be dead or at least I’d get major headache. Despite MRT here being much better than Jabotabek, it’s still standard and gets ugly at busy hours. Sometimes the *^%&$ aircon chooses to go on strike when the train is in the fullest condition, and if there are one or group of people with BO, it can be very very torturing, and it happens quite often on the journey back home from work. It’s been long hot day bla bla bla…and people haven’t been bathing for ten hours plus bla bla bla..
Or at weekends.
Once, we were trapped in a carriage with terrible smell and there was no way for us to move because it was packed.
We have few categories for the odors: Slight, Medium and Heavy.
That one was belong to none, it had its own special category: Deadly Toxic and Seriously Dangerous To Living Things.
I felt my eyes were popping out and my head started to spin, but Hubby looked fine, although he had this unusual red face. After we alighted, I confronted him.
“You didn’t smell that?”
“What? With that quality? Of course I did..!”
“Then, how come you look ok?”
“Because I only breathed whenever the door was open, and I inhaled as quick as I could by shutting down my every senses.”
Ohhhh...
Update:
Just now. Early in the morning, usually not much problem because you know, people just freshened up for work and the day has just started, but there is other species that exists early in the morning, drunken blokes. They smell like rotten grape inside chicken cage, if they keep their mouth shout, it’s not easy to tell. But this guy, standing in front left of me, was too happy to let everyone know. He breathed far too heavily and exhaled like bajaj’s butt, loud and clear..ugh..cloudly.
I needed to hide my whole head behind my newspaper, when I stole a glance, I saw the girl next to me and the guy in front of me held their nose. Every time he blew, I had to hold my breath and hoped to die.
I’m not saying everyone who has BO is unfortunate enough to get it because of some sickness; I mean they have it although maybe they are the cleanest person on earth.
My ex-cubicle neighbor, now moved to another department, gets it because of disgusting habits. She looks fine, fair, clear, good, no one would ever suspect anything. I was surprised to find out that she has terrible BO. The most torturing time is 6 pm, when the central aircon is off, then the animated green cloud will start to move around. Usually when the aircon sound stopped, it’s a signal for me to grab my bag and run. Not always, sometimes she stopped me and and chatted. Ough…
Then one morning, I saw her coming with this fresh look and wet hair. I asked her whether she had just washed her hair.
“Yes. I didn’t have time last night. But it was damn cold washing hair in the morning.”
“Oh, you haven’t tried washing hair in the morning before?”
“No, I have to do it today because last night I was busy. Usually, I never even bath in the morning.”
“You – WHAT?”
“I never bath in the morning, I can’t stand the cold.”
“Hah…y-y-y-you only bath once a day, every night, in this tropical weather and there are actually 24 hours from night to night?”
The last sentence, I made it up, in fact, I was speechless.
That explains everything. Gosh!
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If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
- Mark Twain
Of course God will forgive me; that's his business.
- Heinrich Heine
All of us are pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it.
- Andy, The Breakfast Club
Speak softly and own a big, mean Doberman.
- Unknown
You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.
- Eric Hoffer
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
January Cleaning
It’s not easy to take care of a house. I had housekeeping experience since I was very young, because my parents were both working, but it’s sure different with now.
Now, I am the main player. :) So I have to keep my eye on how high is the laundry pile and how dusty is everything. Usually, it’s not a hard work. It’s just something that you hesitate to start doing every weekend, but when you start, it’s hard to stop.
But we had a hard thing to crack. Few weeks ago, we decide to clean up the storeroom. It was so over loaded that things were unmovable. Kind of, we know they are inside, but don’t know where it is. From big luggage that got stuck below boxes, until bicycles that looked like Chinese man being twisted here and there in order to fit into transparent box in circus. Oh by the way, it started when we wanted to retrieve the bicycles.
So, we moved everything out.
I could categorize them into few species:
Illegal things from Dad and Mom.
Since the beginning, I forbid my parents from buying anything, except things really important for household (not furniture) and under my approval. Mhehehe, first, I don’t want them to spend their money for me. And second, sometimes Dad is too fond of decorative things that I strongly object because it’s hard to maintain their cleanness and I like to minimize things I can see around the house.
Dad has been very cooperative here, although once and then he likes to scare me out. When we came back from our holiday, he put a huge dragon porcelain boat and Fairy statue(s!) on my plain TV console. He knew that I would confront him and was ready with the answer that he was going to bring it back to Jakarta, so it was only for frightening purpose.
When I helped him to pack, I went through 90% of the process smoothly, thinking, it must be a miracle, I am out of the curse of ‘she breaks anything breakable’, but the last, last 10% of the process, I drop the dragon boat (!) and after reconstruction, the dragon still lost its moustache and a chip of its nose. Lucky it was not really broken into small pieces, but I was quite sure Dad would think I did it purposely if he had not known my reputation. Fyi, the first 90% of the process, I worked with the box packaging, far enough from the dragon. What are the odds?
When we came back for another holiday, there was a big red fabric with Chinese words hanging on my window. He got it from his long lost distance cousin when he visited them in China. I moved it back to his room, and saw no more of it.
Actually, he doesn’t contribute much to the store this time.
Mom, she contributes lots of cookery. Without her, we would only have two sets of spoon fork and two bowls we brought when we moved to Batam. But we never knew that there are still sets of new cookery inside the store room, although she always stood in front of the store and said, ”Tsk tsk, look what you and your father have put into the store.”
Unwanted things from my sis.
When she moved back to Jakarta, she put few things in my house, much less than the actual amount things she intended to put. I could never understand her; she had her own house for her things, but chose to put it in mine. Some things like fan and tennis racket were still understandable (although I haven’t yet learn to play/touch), but other things like baby things I really don’t get it. (clue? clue?)
Leftover things from my brother.
High chair for baby. Toys and toys. Balls (which couldn’t be flattened) took put some places too. Those were the things they need when they visit for holiday, and they didn’t need additional baggage when they left. But they will need it again in the future, etc.
Our unwanted things.
Boxes.
As ridiculous as it sounds. Sometimes when we buy computer or electronic, the warranty is the box or valid together with the box, so because of that we kept the computer box etc and it sure took the hell of space. This time we threw away lost of them.
Artie things.
I made models for money one time in my life. Therefore I have lots of paper, paint etc.
Fun things.
Ship kites from Bali, monopoly, Bingo, Uno Stacko, punch-baloon-plastic-sandybottom-floatable-bag, air sofa, airbed, my soft toys, diving gears, underwater hockey gears, and bags, lots of bags, huge bag, diving bag, backpacks, laptop bags, small bag, smaller bags, medium bags.
Bunny things.
I have a sad story for this one. We bough a super cute bunny, a branded type of bunny, from Holland or whatever with loop ear, black and white, the cutest things and most expensive alive then. We felt in love with it when we past the pet shop and it begged for us to buy him. We went into the shop to touch it and say goodbye, ended up bought him with the cage, food, shampoo, powder, drink container, everything!
When it was delivered to us, we spent time playing and taking pictures of it. The next day, it was dead.
Of course, we were very sad and lost, we never know why.
The pet shop was very kind and told us they would give us another bunny but we had to wait because it’s a rare species. They insisted even though we told them they didn’t have to do that, it’s not their fault anyway. One month, half a year, we called, they still didn’t have it. Two years since then. Actually, we gave up and decided to give the things away for a friend of us who works closely with pets. So, yesterday, I took the pictures of the things, so many of them, with my hamster things.
Quite sad, made me remember my old motto If you never love, you’ll never hurt. If you never have, you’ll never lose, but as I grow, I add, But if you never love and have, you’ll never know the beauty of them, and in the future I hope I’ll add more And they are worth all the hurts and pain. In the present, here, I’m adding Stop this mushy things right now or I’ll throw up on your feet.
That’s the wonder of Italic format.
I have next bigger tasks in hand. In case you don’t know, whether you are a man or woman, the most difficult things is to throw away those clothes I will wear it when I’m thinner.
See, they are nice, new, but…..their colors are not matching with the weather.
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I'm desperately trying to figure out why kamikaze pilots wore helmets.
- Dave Edison
To err is human. To blame it on someone else is even more human.
- Unknown
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it.
- W.C. Fields
In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.
- Dereke Bruce
I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.
- Peter De Vries
Now, I am the main player. :) So I have to keep my eye on how high is the laundry pile and how dusty is everything. Usually, it’s not a hard work. It’s just something that you hesitate to start doing every weekend, but when you start, it’s hard to stop.
But we had a hard thing to crack. Few weeks ago, we decide to clean up the storeroom. It was so over loaded that things were unmovable. Kind of, we know they are inside, but don’t know where it is. From big luggage that got stuck below boxes, until bicycles that looked like Chinese man being twisted here and there in order to fit into transparent box in circus. Oh by the way, it started when we wanted to retrieve the bicycles.
So, we moved everything out.
I could categorize them into few species:
Illegal things from Dad and Mom.
Since the beginning, I forbid my parents from buying anything, except things really important for household (not furniture) and under my approval. Mhehehe, first, I don’t want them to spend their money for me. And second, sometimes Dad is too fond of decorative things that I strongly object because it’s hard to maintain their cleanness and I like to minimize things I can see around the house.
Dad has been very cooperative here, although once and then he likes to scare me out. When we came back from our holiday, he put a huge dragon porcelain boat and Fairy statue(s!) on my plain TV console. He knew that I would confront him and was ready with the answer that he was going to bring it back to Jakarta, so it was only for frightening purpose.
When I helped him to pack, I went through 90% of the process smoothly, thinking, it must be a miracle, I am out of the curse of ‘she breaks anything breakable’, but the last, last 10% of the process, I drop the dragon boat (!) and after reconstruction, the dragon still lost its moustache and a chip of its nose. Lucky it was not really broken into small pieces, but I was quite sure Dad would think I did it purposely if he had not known my reputation. Fyi, the first 90% of the process, I worked with the box packaging, far enough from the dragon. What are the odds?
When we came back for another holiday, there was a big red fabric with Chinese words hanging on my window. He got it from his long lost distance cousin when he visited them in China. I moved it back to his room, and saw no more of it.
Actually, he doesn’t contribute much to the store this time.
Mom, she contributes lots of cookery. Without her, we would only have two sets of spoon fork and two bowls we brought when we moved to Batam. But we never knew that there are still sets of new cookery inside the store room, although she always stood in front of the store and said, ”Tsk tsk, look what you and your father have put into the store.”
Unwanted things from my sis.
When she moved back to Jakarta, she put few things in my house, much less than the actual amount things she intended to put. I could never understand her; she had her own house for her things, but chose to put it in mine. Some things like fan and tennis racket were still understandable (although I haven’t yet learn to play/touch), but other things like baby things I really don’t get it. (clue? clue?)
Leftover things from my brother.
High chair for baby. Toys and toys. Balls (which couldn’t be flattened) took put some places too. Those were the things they need when they visit for holiday, and they didn’t need additional baggage when they left. But they will need it again in the future, etc.
Our unwanted things.
Boxes.
As ridiculous as it sounds. Sometimes when we buy computer or electronic, the warranty is the box or valid together with the box, so because of that we kept the computer box etc and it sure took the hell of space. This time we threw away lost of them.
Artie things.
I made models for money one time in my life. Therefore I have lots of paper, paint etc.
Fun things.
Ship kites from Bali, monopoly, Bingo, Uno Stacko, punch-baloon-plastic-sandybottom-floatable-bag, air sofa, airbed, my soft toys, diving gears, underwater hockey gears, and bags, lots of bags, huge bag, diving bag, backpacks, laptop bags, small bag, smaller bags, medium bags.
Bunny things.
I have a sad story for this one. We bough a super cute bunny, a branded type of bunny, from Holland or whatever with loop ear, black and white, the cutest things and most expensive alive then. We felt in love with it when we past the pet shop and it begged for us to buy him. We went into the shop to touch it and say goodbye, ended up bought him with the cage, food, shampoo, powder, drink container, everything!
When it was delivered to us, we spent time playing and taking pictures of it. The next day, it was dead.
Of course, we were very sad and lost, we never know why.
The pet shop was very kind and told us they would give us another bunny but we had to wait because it’s a rare species. They insisted even though we told them they didn’t have to do that, it’s not their fault anyway. One month, half a year, we called, they still didn’t have it. Two years since then. Actually, we gave up and decided to give the things away for a friend of us who works closely with pets. So, yesterday, I took the pictures of the things, so many of them, with my hamster things.
Quite sad, made me remember my old motto If you never love, you’ll never hurt. If you never have, you’ll never lose, but as I grow, I add, But if you never love and have, you’ll never know the beauty of them, and in the future I hope I’ll add more And they are worth all the hurts and pain. In the present, here, I’m adding Stop this mushy things right now or I’ll throw up on your feet.
That’s the wonder of Italic format.
I have next bigger tasks in hand. In case you don’t know, whether you are a man or woman, the most difficult things is to throw away those clothes I will wear it when I’m thinner.
See, they are nice, new, but…..their colors are not matching with the weather.
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I'm desperately trying to figure out why kamikaze pilots wore helmets.
- Dave Edison
To err is human. To blame it on someone else is even more human.
- Unknown
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it.
- W.C. Fields
In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.
- Dereke Bruce
I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.
- Peter De Vries
Friday, January 20, 2006
Ceritaan Imlekan
Bentar lagi Imlekan. Abis itu kagak ada libur lagi ampe April. Tadinya pengen pulang, tapi akhirnya gak djadieeeee’ karena banyak sebab…
Udah lama juga gak ngerasain Imlek. Tempoe doeloe kala, di Pontianak, tiap malam Imlek kita bakalan ngumpul2 buat makan, kerennya disebut Reunion Dinner. Itu satu2nya saat makan dimana kita gak harus makan pake nasi, hehehhehhe. Jadi lauk doang buanyuakkkkk... Habis itu, gue kebagian cuci piring atau beres-beres. Anak2 cowok (sexist!) pada maen. Trus pake piyama baru, gaun tidur yang kembang2 dan renda2 en maen mercon di dek ampe tuh gaun ternyata ada bolongnya. Mercon dan kembang api ada macem2 jenisnya, ada yang kecil kayak cabe rawit tapi kenceng bunyinya, bisa direnteng bareng juga. Kalo kembang api ada yang begitu disundut, langsung Jreng Jreng trus muncul tujuh warna aneka rupa, atau ada yang loncat. Gue juga punya ‘petasan’ gatek, yaitu gulungan kertas merah yang ada dot2 mesiunya, mustinya itu buat pelor pistol, tapi tetangga gue ada yang getok2in pake palu dot2 mesiunya biar bunyi, murah meriah dan berguna buat yang cemen. :)
Hari pertama Imlek, bokap selalu punya tradisi nyalain satu renteng mercon gede didepan rumah. Habis itu halaman jadi warna warni kertas merah putih. Kita dilarang maen mercon jenis itu, soalnya katanya si Budi manaaa gitu tangannya copot gara2 maen mercon gede (biasaaalah Urban Legend). Tapi gituan emang bahaya. Hari pertama Imlek ditaon manaaa gitu atap rumah yang dari bahan sirap doang gue sempat terbakar gara2 mercon nyasar loncat, udah itu kita gak tau, sehingga tante tetangga gue manjat ke balkon kita dan padamin sendiri. Jagoan tuh orang, pake baju baru lagi, habis itu ngomel2 dan baru diam setelah kita kasih kue.
Pake baju baru, dan karena menurut kepercayaan, hari pertama gak boleh pegang barang yang tajem2 atau melakukan kegiatan bersih2 (asik deh :)), jadi kita semua jago mutusin label baju pake gigi susu. Udah itu pake iket rambut, gue inget banget, yang dari bulu2 warna warni diuntel-untel, trus genit2nya anak kecil, anting2, gelang dan kalung plastik pun jadi. Karena gue dulu kecilnya centil, makanya gak bersisa pas gede. Adik2 cowok gue biarpun beda dua tahun, gedenya sama, jadi suka didandanin kembar, kalo engko gue udah mulai puber dan lagi jelek-jeleknya.
Habis pake baju baru seperti biasa kita jalan ke rumah oma opa, semuanya serba dekat. Trus dapet angpau, kue tentunya, dan ketemu semua sepupu2. Rame banget kita semua manjat2 dan maen2 atau nonton Google Five. Yeahh... trus naek beca (yang ini agak jauh) ke rumah oma2an. Gua ampe sekarang gak jelas apa hubungan keluarga yang ini ama keluarga gue, kayaknya dia sodara opa gitu. Naek beca, dulu muat berenam, dua disamping (tempat lengan), dua dipangkuan bonyok. Karena engko gue udah jelek, maka satu becak bertiga, abis itu naek beca lagi ke kelenteng. Kelenteng ini tempat gue meresmikan ‘kepuberan’, puber buat tradisi Chinese adalah umur 15 taon, pake baju semerah mungkin, sembahyang dan pulang bawa kue. Selaen itu gak ada bedanya, loe masih aja dijewer kalo ngelawan.
Habis kunjung mengunjung, giliran kita yang dapet kunjungan. Tiap tahun, angpau gue selalu paling dikit, teorinya gini, engko gue anak sulung, jadi jumlah duitnya dikasih banyakan, trus adik2 gue masih kecil, jadi kuantiti angpau mereka lebih banyak. Buat sodara yang punya dua atau satu anak doang, mereka gak mau rugi, jadi mereka juga cuman ngasih angpau ke anak2 terkecil doang. Khusus Imlek, kita boleh cegat tukang balon (dan beli tentunya). Pagi2 balonnya masih nempel diceiling, siang2 udah ditengah ruangan, sore2 heliumnya abis dan udah terkapar dilantai. Besoknya udah keriput dan ditendang2 kesana kemari atau ditiup lagi. Satu pelajaran, habis niup, balonnya gue peluk dan gue makan jeruk. Akhirnya buaaaaaaaaaar, meledak depan jidat gue. Jangan Makan Jeruk Sambil Meluk Balon. Gak apa-apa, cuman kagetnya culun abis.
Hari kedua, menerima kunjungan dari sodara2 yang gak begitu kenal yang angpaunya gak gitu gede, dan ngunjungi tetangga, koleksi kacang mede. Kadang2 bokap suka pergi ngajakin gue doang, cuman tetangga2, herannya cuman ngasih kacang mede dibungkus pake tissue, padahal itu kan kesempatan gue buat dapet angpau. Disalah satu rumah, kita ketemu anjing Jepang yang mirip sama anjing gue, jadi kita bikin rencana jodohan. Rumah tetangga ini kelihatan dari dek rumah gue (benernya gue bisa ngeliat semua rumah hehhehe), jadi gue suka ngajak anjing gue ke dek buat dia ngeliat calon cowoknya.
Hari ketiga, cowok2 yang naksir mulai berdatangan (Su-er gak boong) mereka gak berani nginjakin kaki kalo bukan alasan Imlek. Siang2nya, sama rombongan best friend cewek2 pergi nonton, Imlek juga satu2nya saat gimana gue boleh nonton bioskop sama teman atau maen bom-bom car, maenan favorit. :)
Hari keempat, biasanya udah gak pake baju baru, tapi baju lama dari taon2 lalu. Biasanya hari keempat juga banyak asiknya. Dulu, kita pernah naek kapal nyebrang ke manaaaa gitu buat ngunjungin sodara jauh. Tempatnya asik ditepi laut dan kita makan steamboat.
Atau hari keempat di taon kapan, anjing gue kawin. Jadi kita tinggal dirumah tetangga setengah hari, begitu kelar tetangga gue tereak ke dek “Weiii, aping! Pengantennya udah bisa dijemput tuhhhh!”
Akhirnya gue mampir dan gendong si penganten pulang (soalnya dia menolak digandeng, masih betah), gue inget banget sepanjang jalan disorakin. ‘Penganten!’ ‘Penganten’ Ngelewatin rentengan rumah tetangga yang banyak orang nangkring dihalaman, udah kayak pagar betis atau ayu aja. Maklum, kota kecil, anjing kawin aja heboh. Tapi kalo dinget2, asik banget, semua kenal satu sama laen.
Beberapa bulan kemudian gue dapet 4 anak anjing terlucu didunia. Seperti biasa, nama2nya gak keren, benernya, bener2 gak keren, bayangin : Boni (ini laen ama Boni yang gue pernah ceritain), Tini (dan gue gak protes), Popi dan Boni Kecil. Benernya Boni Kecil namanya bukan Boni, tapi Lucu (haa....lebih gak kreatif), tapi karena Boni dikasih orang, dia gantiin jadi Boni lagi. Duh, njelimet.
Sebelom gue ngelantur, antara hari Kelima ampe Cap Go Meh, suka ada Barongsai mampir kerumah. Kadang2 anak2 tetangga yang maen, cowok2 jahil. Tapi apapun bentuk Barongsai, gue ngeriiiiii. Denger musiknya aja gue langsung kabur ke loteng. Ampe sekarang No Way, No Way, gue mau deket2 banget ama barang jejingkrakan gitu, Barongsai, Ondel2, Chiki dan segala sodara sepupunya. Padahal nyokap udah bela2in minta kumis si Barongsai buat dibikin gelang, biar gue gak takut lagi, tapi percuma. Bukannya takut sih, tapi yiiiii, tapi mendingan gue ngadepin Barongsai daripada badut. Tuh makhluk nyeringai yang gak lucu, muka paling serem di dunia, (agak) lebih serem dari Teletubies. Pernah liat filemnya Stephen King yang ada Badut psiko gak?
Cap Go Meh, saatnya maen lentera. Maen lentera, cuman terjadi pas masih kecil, jadi keliling blok bawa lentera sama nyanyi2, nanti dikasih angpau/permen, kayak Haloween atau Natalan gethooooo.
Udah deh, Imlek kelar... orang tua menghembuskan napas lega. Kue2 udah bukan barang yang bisa didapat tanpa usaha (keras). Baju2 udah balik belel, dan angpau dititipin ke bonyok. Libur abis, mercon abis, kembali sekolah dan nunggu 350 hari lagi.
Hiks...kok jadi kangen... :”(
HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA......
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Who, being loved, is poor?
- Oscar Wilde
Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.
- Red Buttons
Small change can often be found under seat cushions.
- Unknown
When I was younger, I could remember anything,
Whether it had happened or not.
- Mark Twain
Never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.
- William Faulkner
Udah lama juga gak ngerasain Imlek. Tempoe doeloe kala, di Pontianak, tiap malam Imlek kita bakalan ngumpul2 buat makan, kerennya disebut Reunion Dinner. Itu satu2nya saat makan dimana kita gak harus makan pake nasi, hehehhehhe. Jadi lauk doang buanyuakkkkk... Habis itu, gue kebagian cuci piring atau beres-beres. Anak2 cowok (sexist!) pada maen. Trus pake piyama baru, gaun tidur yang kembang2 dan renda2 en maen mercon di dek ampe tuh gaun ternyata ada bolongnya. Mercon dan kembang api ada macem2 jenisnya, ada yang kecil kayak cabe rawit tapi kenceng bunyinya, bisa direnteng bareng juga. Kalo kembang api ada yang begitu disundut, langsung Jreng Jreng trus muncul tujuh warna aneka rupa, atau ada yang loncat. Gue juga punya ‘petasan’ gatek, yaitu gulungan kertas merah yang ada dot2 mesiunya, mustinya itu buat pelor pistol, tapi tetangga gue ada yang getok2in pake palu dot2 mesiunya biar bunyi, murah meriah dan berguna buat yang cemen. :)
Hari pertama Imlek, bokap selalu punya tradisi nyalain satu renteng mercon gede didepan rumah. Habis itu halaman jadi warna warni kertas merah putih. Kita dilarang maen mercon jenis itu, soalnya katanya si Budi manaaa gitu tangannya copot gara2 maen mercon gede (biasaaalah Urban Legend). Tapi gituan emang bahaya. Hari pertama Imlek ditaon manaaa gitu atap rumah yang dari bahan sirap doang gue sempat terbakar gara2 mercon nyasar loncat, udah itu kita gak tau, sehingga tante tetangga gue manjat ke balkon kita dan padamin sendiri. Jagoan tuh orang, pake baju baru lagi, habis itu ngomel2 dan baru diam setelah kita kasih kue.
Pake baju baru, dan karena menurut kepercayaan, hari pertama gak boleh pegang barang yang tajem2 atau melakukan kegiatan bersih2 (asik deh :)), jadi kita semua jago mutusin label baju pake gigi susu. Udah itu pake iket rambut, gue inget banget, yang dari bulu2 warna warni diuntel-untel, trus genit2nya anak kecil, anting2, gelang dan kalung plastik pun jadi. Karena gue dulu kecilnya centil, makanya gak bersisa pas gede. Adik2 cowok gue biarpun beda dua tahun, gedenya sama, jadi suka didandanin kembar, kalo engko gue udah mulai puber dan lagi jelek-jeleknya.
Habis pake baju baru seperti biasa kita jalan ke rumah oma opa, semuanya serba dekat. Trus dapet angpau, kue tentunya, dan ketemu semua sepupu2. Rame banget kita semua manjat2 dan maen2 atau nonton Google Five. Yeahh... trus naek beca (yang ini agak jauh) ke rumah oma2an. Gua ampe sekarang gak jelas apa hubungan keluarga yang ini ama keluarga gue, kayaknya dia sodara opa gitu. Naek beca, dulu muat berenam, dua disamping (tempat lengan), dua dipangkuan bonyok. Karena engko gue udah jelek, maka satu becak bertiga, abis itu naek beca lagi ke kelenteng. Kelenteng ini tempat gue meresmikan ‘kepuberan’, puber buat tradisi Chinese adalah umur 15 taon, pake baju semerah mungkin, sembahyang dan pulang bawa kue. Selaen itu gak ada bedanya, loe masih aja dijewer kalo ngelawan.
Habis kunjung mengunjung, giliran kita yang dapet kunjungan. Tiap tahun, angpau gue selalu paling dikit, teorinya gini, engko gue anak sulung, jadi jumlah duitnya dikasih banyakan, trus adik2 gue masih kecil, jadi kuantiti angpau mereka lebih banyak. Buat sodara yang punya dua atau satu anak doang, mereka gak mau rugi, jadi mereka juga cuman ngasih angpau ke anak2 terkecil doang. Khusus Imlek, kita boleh cegat tukang balon (dan beli tentunya). Pagi2 balonnya masih nempel diceiling, siang2 udah ditengah ruangan, sore2 heliumnya abis dan udah terkapar dilantai. Besoknya udah keriput dan ditendang2 kesana kemari atau ditiup lagi. Satu pelajaran, habis niup, balonnya gue peluk dan gue makan jeruk. Akhirnya buaaaaaaaaaar, meledak depan jidat gue. Jangan Makan Jeruk Sambil Meluk Balon. Gak apa-apa, cuman kagetnya culun abis.
Hari kedua, menerima kunjungan dari sodara2 yang gak begitu kenal yang angpaunya gak gitu gede, dan ngunjungi tetangga, koleksi kacang mede. Kadang2 bokap suka pergi ngajakin gue doang, cuman tetangga2, herannya cuman ngasih kacang mede dibungkus pake tissue, padahal itu kan kesempatan gue buat dapet angpau. Disalah satu rumah, kita ketemu anjing Jepang yang mirip sama anjing gue, jadi kita bikin rencana jodohan. Rumah tetangga ini kelihatan dari dek rumah gue (benernya gue bisa ngeliat semua rumah hehhehe), jadi gue suka ngajak anjing gue ke dek buat dia ngeliat calon cowoknya.
Hari ketiga, cowok2 yang naksir mulai berdatangan (Su-er gak boong) mereka gak berani nginjakin kaki kalo bukan alasan Imlek. Siang2nya, sama rombongan best friend cewek2 pergi nonton, Imlek juga satu2nya saat gimana gue boleh nonton bioskop sama teman atau maen bom-bom car, maenan favorit. :)
Hari keempat, biasanya udah gak pake baju baru, tapi baju lama dari taon2 lalu. Biasanya hari keempat juga banyak asiknya. Dulu, kita pernah naek kapal nyebrang ke manaaaa gitu buat ngunjungin sodara jauh. Tempatnya asik ditepi laut dan kita makan steamboat.
Atau hari keempat di taon kapan, anjing gue kawin. Jadi kita tinggal dirumah tetangga setengah hari, begitu kelar tetangga gue tereak ke dek “Weiii, aping! Pengantennya udah bisa dijemput tuhhhh!”
Akhirnya gue mampir dan gendong si penganten pulang (soalnya dia menolak digandeng, masih betah), gue inget banget sepanjang jalan disorakin. ‘Penganten!’ ‘Penganten’ Ngelewatin rentengan rumah tetangga yang banyak orang nangkring dihalaman, udah kayak pagar betis atau ayu aja. Maklum, kota kecil, anjing kawin aja heboh. Tapi kalo dinget2, asik banget, semua kenal satu sama laen.
Beberapa bulan kemudian gue dapet 4 anak anjing terlucu didunia. Seperti biasa, nama2nya gak keren, benernya, bener2 gak keren, bayangin : Boni (ini laen ama Boni yang gue pernah ceritain), Tini (dan gue gak protes), Popi dan Boni Kecil. Benernya Boni Kecil namanya bukan Boni, tapi Lucu (haa....lebih gak kreatif), tapi karena Boni dikasih orang, dia gantiin jadi Boni lagi. Duh, njelimet.
Sebelom gue ngelantur, antara hari Kelima ampe Cap Go Meh, suka ada Barongsai mampir kerumah. Kadang2 anak2 tetangga yang maen, cowok2 jahil. Tapi apapun bentuk Barongsai, gue ngeriiiiii. Denger musiknya aja gue langsung kabur ke loteng. Ampe sekarang No Way, No Way, gue mau deket2 banget ama barang jejingkrakan gitu, Barongsai, Ondel2, Chiki dan segala sodara sepupunya. Padahal nyokap udah bela2in minta kumis si Barongsai buat dibikin gelang, biar gue gak takut lagi, tapi percuma. Bukannya takut sih, tapi yiiiii, tapi mendingan gue ngadepin Barongsai daripada badut. Tuh makhluk nyeringai yang gak lucu, muka paling serem di dunia, (agak) lebih serem dari Teletubies. Pernah liat filemnya Stephen King yang ada Badut psiko gak?
Cap Go Meh, saatnya maen lentera. Maen lentera, cuman terjadi pas masih kecil, jadi keliling blok bawa lentera sama nyanyi2, nanti dikasih angpau/permen, kayak Haloween atau Natalan gethooooo.
Udah deh, Imlek kelar... orang tua menghembuskan napas lega. Kue2 udah bukan barang yang bisa didapat tanpa usaha (keras). Baju2 udah balik belel, dan angpau dititipin ke bonyok. Libur abis, mercon abis, kembali sekolah dan nunggu 350 hari lagi.
Hiks...kok jadi kangen... :”(
HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA......
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Who, being loved, is poor?
- Oscar Wilde
Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.
- Red Buttons
Small change can often be found under seat cushions.
- Unknown
When I was younger, I could remember anything,
Whether it had happened or not.
- Mark Twain
Never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.
- William Faulkner
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Because of Fire Alarm Tengik
This morning Mom messaged me, telling me that today is my birthday according to Lunar/Chinese Calender. I didn’t ask how old I am, but my guess is I must be around 30 or 31. She tells me that because I was born few days before Chinese New Year, I am a dragon tail, so the way they count my age is very complicated, but I reckon it’s always +2 (she has been saying that I’m almost thirty since I reached my 25th). At least I’m not dragon butt, unlike those who were born in September – January are all butts! :)
(Updated: Hey, Mom just answered me that I only reached full 29. Tumben! Hehehhehe, I think she knows that 30 is a scary number and there’s a slight possibility that I might become murderous. Huhahahhaha… :)
Yesterday there was a continuous fire alarm ringing on (?) my block, it had started since the time I went home and lasted for one-two hours more, while there was no fire in sight. Somebody must had activated it, accidentally or not. The sound made me wanted to rip my hair off. Argggghhhhh…
A while back, the elevators were being weird; they made GRRRRIIIIIIIIIINGG sound every five minutes. Five minutes!
It annoys me the same way if I happen to pass by kaki lima selling alarm clocks. Why the heck they need to make the alarm clocks ring? Don’t we get the idea of what they are selling? We don’t see anything in lingerie or condom stall…
Anyway, even when I already closed all windows, I still could hear the fire alarm clearly. That’s one of the thousands consequences living in a housing block.
Just yesterday, my colleagues were complaining about their neighbors.
One neighbor (from upper floor!) parked their bicycles in front of my colleague’s front door; one said a neighbor’s car blocked their access to their house. A while back my friend said his neighbor below him complained about the noise his family made when they were walking, the neighbor even got even by knocking their broom to the ceiling (anyone familiar with similar Friend’s episode?).
Everyone has bad neighbor story, lucky for me, my neighbor are peaceful, only that there is an unit I have to walk pass everyday and they obstruct the common corridor with bicycles, wheelchair, laundry, at least three dozens of shoes and Power Ride! An exercise machine, unbelievable. But out of that, they are nice although (or because) we keep minimum contact. My immediate neighbor is nice too, only that their middle aged son always looks curiously into my unit every time he passes, while his wife and father are the most polite people.
Living in high building doesn’t mean we are safe from thieves. There was a granny being caught because she used a bamboo pole and sticky tape to reach wallets or valuables from window, there are always some Spiderman willing to climb high, and in many cases, while police raids a place known to host illegal immigrants, those immigrants climb out from window and enter the units below or above them to hide. It’s that easy.
And we are not safe from birds also, birds have wings and they can fly. Unfortunately in Singapore, they don’t have migrating birds, the birds here are quite bad in navigation, sometimes they fly through the window. Lucky, it’s not often.
Another thing, dropping and dripping. When I look at the block in front of mine, I can see many things. Towel, skirt, bra, shoes that fell helplessly, landed on the ledge and became difficult to retrieve. It happens to us too, we had to say goodbye to Hubby’s pants clinging on the protruding floor slab and hunted Mom’s skirt that fell to the ground.
Then, laundry’s dripping from units above. The dropping things can also lead to accident, injuries and death. People put ridiculous and dangerous things on their windows or ledges; flower and plants with their pots, brooms, mops, birdcages (!), shopping trolley (!), and even falling windows. When the government built the housings, they saved money by using aluminum pivots. After years, the corrosion took over and windows started to fall. Because of that, they required every household to change their window pivots into stainless steel. We have 180 pivots in our unit alone, and a set of casement window, which they advised to change to sliding. The costs, of course we are the one who pay. Kupret.
Other than things that fall, humans also fall. That’s the favorite way to do suicide here, and maybe because everywhere we glance, there are high-rise buildings. Not a far case, my next door colleague jumped from his block three years ago, something that left us sadden and wondered, until now. Then, falling maids. The number of maids fell down when they wanted to clean the window or hang laundry was so surprising until Indonesian government put out a law which prohibit Indonesia maid from working too close to the window with high risk of falling.
One day, I went home from work, and saw few polices and reporters at my block. I thought they were having movie shoot, but I was scared there was something more. I looked around afraid of what I would see and lucky I didn’t see anything. The next day, in newspaper, a girl was caught for disposing her newborn baby in plastic bag and throwing it down the block. She stayed in the unit right below me.
Back then, every time our friend came to our house, he always insisted on walking under roof or stayed near to the wall. He said who knows what might fall from above. I found it’s funny, but now, I do the same.
Other than bad things, living in the block makes you near to your neighbors. I can see them scratching their butts or picking their noses (for the uncle who stays in front of my kitchen window), hearing them singing karaoke badly (somewhere but the sound echoes every where) or nicely from a tenor wannabe (the voice comes from bathroom two stories below), but I’m not as lucky (or unlucky) as my friend who saw erotic shows not suitable for children. I know when my upper neighbor flush their toilet, because their 6 inches pipes with the duck neck etc are displayed in my toilet, where mine is displayed below. This type of setting encourages neighbor relationships. My other colleagues had to fork out 50% of the repair cost when her upper neighbor’s bathroom floor was leaked out of innocence.
Living high also make life more costly. I was once eyeing a thing but because it couldn’t fit into the lift, I was told that I need to pay 300 bucks more for the deliveryman to carry it up my block, which costs more that the thing itself. Lucky I asked first, and cancelled it without a doubt. When we moved house, we need to pay more because our previous block was not located in the same floor with the lift landing.
And technical fault can cause pain in the ass for elderly, when the lifts were broken etc, they would have to climb 12 storeys, and for extreme, 25 storeys like my friend’s block.
Whew… and we don’t have yard. When my nephew was here, we bought him a water gun. Then my brother, out of idea, gave him a small bucket and asked him to spray to the bucket. So he sat there in the front door spraying water gun into the small bucket. It was hilarious and pathetic. There is no place to keep dogs, plants, and sometimes people only provide living room for their maid to sleep. No privacy and as long as the employer is up, the maid would not be able to rest. When our hamsters and rabbit died, we had to sneak out to the common park (actually some patches of green) to bury them; we dug the hole with spoon. Yeah yeah, it was sad rainy days. One time, we put the hamster in the box and put in between a very dense shrub of flowers. On the news, we heard rubbish bin man said they often found dead dogs and cats in the rubbish shaft.
Since last month, there is a new announcement pasted in the lift lobby, together of a picture of man taking a piss inside the lift. The picture angle is from the top behind, in case you ask. Why the hell a person wants to pee in the lift? Pervert. Back then, I don’t believe this fact until one day when I visited an old housing block and saw words written above the lift’s door. It’s prohibited by law to pee in the lift. This lift is equipped with urine detector. Ah? But that’s a fact and now we have one of those bastards in my block! But lucky, I haven’t seen or smelt things related to that, all that I’ve seen in the lift are rubbishes.
Talking about rubbish, you can find tons of them under the mail box. We always have mails everyday. Property agents and advertisement contribute 99% of my mail box, everyday. We need to dig through a pile of those crap to find.. our bills. Letter with funky envelopes from friends, those are history. Not enough by scamming the mailbox, they put their brochure in the front door. Everyday there are at least two or three paper sticking out from door’s cracks.
Hey, why is it sounds more and more terrible living here? Back then, I promised my friend (Hope you had forgotten) that I would contribute an article about housing here to a tabloid she was running. But I didn’t fulfill my promise because I was afraid that instead of showing the architecture side, it would sound more like a telenovela. I can make this even longer, but I find myself getting more and more desperate writing this. Boo hoo.
By the way, of course it’s not that bad, the ones above was just the sum of all feels. :)
________________________________________________________________________________
The first and greatest commandment is,
Don't let them scare you.
-- Elmer Davis
Hey, reckless mind, don't throw away your playful beginnings.
-- Dave Matthews Band
If both of us thought alike, one of us would not be necessary.
-– Unknown
Sometimes I wake up grumpy. Other times I let her sleep.
-- Unknown
I would kill everyone in this room for a drop of sweet beer...
-- Homer Simpson
(Updated: Hey, Mom just answered me that I only reached full 29. Tumben! Hehehhehe, I think she knows that 30 is a scary number and there’s a slight possibility that I might become murderous. Huhahahhaha… :)
Yesterday there was a continuous fire alarm ringing on (?) my block, it had started since the time I went home and lasted for one-two hours more, while there was no fire in sight. Somebody must had activated it, accidentally or not. The sound made me wanted to rip my hair off. Argggghhhhh…
A while back, the elevators were being weird; they made GRRRRIIIIIIIIIINGG sound every five minutes. Five minutes!
It annoys me the same way if I happen to pass by kaki lima selling alarm clocks. Why the heck they need to make the alarm clocks ring? Don’t we get the idea of what they are selling? We don’t see anything in lingerie or condom stall…
Anyway, even when I already closed all windows, I still could hear the fire alarm clearly. That’s one of the thousands consequences living in a housing block.
Just yesterday, my colleagues were complaining about their neighbors.
One neighbor (from upper floor!) parked their bicycles in front of my colleague’s front door; one said a neighbor’s car blocked their access to their house. A while back my friend said his neighbor below him complained about the noise his family made when they were walking, the neighbor even got even by knocking their broom to the ceiling (anyone familiar with similar Friend’s episode?).
Everyone has bad neighbor story, lucky for me, my neighbor are peaceful, only that there is an unit I have to walk pass everyday and they obstruct the common corridor with bicycles, wheelchair, laundry, at least three dozens of shoes and Power Ride! An exercise machine, unbelievable. But out of that, they are nice although (or because) we keep minimum contact. My immediate neighbor is nice too, only that their middle aged son always looks curiously into my unit every time he passes, while his wife and father are the most polite people.
Living in high building doesn’t mean we are safe from thieves. There was a granny being caught because she used a bamboo pole and sticky tape to reach wallets or valuables from window, there are always some Spiderman willing to climb high, and in many cases, while police raids a place known to host illegal immigrants, those immigrants climb out from window and enter the units below or above them to hide. It’s that easy.
And we are not safe from birds also, birds have wings and they can fly. Unfortunately in Singapore, they don’t have migrating birds, the birds here are quite bad in navigation, sometimes they fly through the window. Lucky, it’s not often.
Another thing, dropping and dripping. When I look at the block in front of mine, I can see many things. Towel, skirt, bra, shoes that fell helplessly, landed on the ledge and became difficult to retrieve. It happens to us too, we had to say goodbye to Hubby’s pants clinging on the protruding floor slab and hunted Mom’s skirt that fell to the ground.
Then, laundry’s dripping from units above. The dropping things can also lead to accident, injuries and death. People put ridiculous and dangerous things on their windows or ledges; flower and plants with their pots, brooms, mops, birdcages (!), shopping trolley (!), and even falling windows. When the government built the housings, they saved money by using aluminum pivots. After years, the corrosion took over and windows started to fall. Because of that, they required every household to change their window pivots into stainless steel. We have 180 pivots in our unit alone, and a set of casement window, which they advised to change to sliding. The costs, of course we are the one who pay. Kupret.
Other than things that fall, humans also fall. That’s the favorite way to do suicide here, and maybe because everywhere we glance, there are high-rise buildings. Not a far case, my next door colleague jumped from his block three years ago, something that left us sadden and wondered, until now. Then, falling maids. The number of maids fell down when they wanted to clean the window or hang laundry was so surprising until Indonesian government put out a law which prohibit Indonesia maid from working too close to the window with high risk of falling.
One day, I went home from work, and saw few polices and reporters at my block. I thought they were having movie shoot, but I was scared there was something more. I looked around afraid of what I would see and lucky I didn’t see anything. The next day, in newspaper, a girl was caught for disposing her newborn baby in plastic bag and throwing it down the block. She stayed in the unit right below me.
Back then, every time our friend came to our house, he always insisted on walking under roof or stayed near to the wall. He said who knows what might fall from above. I found it’s funny, but now, I do the same.
Other than bad things, living in the block makes you near to your neighbors. I can see them scratching their butts or picking their noses (for the uncle who stays in front of my kitchen window), hearing them singing karaoke badly (somewhere but the sound echoes every where) or nicely from a tenor wannabe (the voice comes from bathroom two stories below), but I’m not as lucky (or unlucky) as my friend who saw erotic shows not suitable for children. I know when my upper neighbor flush their toilet, because their 6 inches pipes with the duck neck etc are displayed in my toilet, where mine is displayed below. This type of setting encourages neighbor relationships. My other colleagues had to fork out 50% of the repair cost when her upper neighbor’s bathroom floor was leaked out of innocence.
Living high also make life more costly. I was once eyeing a thing but because it couldn’t fit into the lift, I was told that I need to pay 300 bucks more for the deliveryman to carry it up my block, which costs more that the thing itself. Lucky I asked first, and cancelled it without a doubt. When we moved house, we need to pay more because our previous block was not located in the same floor with the lift landing.
And technical fault can cause pain in the ass for elderly, when the lifts were broken etc, they would have to climb 12 storeys, and for extreme, 25 storeys like my friend’s block.
Whew… and we don’t have yard. When my nephew was here, we bought him a water gun. Then my brother, out of idea, gave him a small bucket and asked him to spray to the bucket. So he sat there in the front door spraying water gun into the small bucket. It was hilarious and pathetic. There is no place to keep dogs, plants, and sometimes people only provide living room for their maid to sleep. No privacy and as long as the employer is up, the maid would not be able to rest. When our hamsters and rabbit died, we had to sneak out to the common park (actually some patches of green) to bury them; we dug the hole with spoon. Yeah yeah, it was sad rainy days. One time, we put the hamster in the box and put in between a very dense shrub of flowers. On the news, we heard rubbish bin man said they often found dead dogs and cats in the rubbish shaft.
Since last month, there is a new announcement pasted in the lift lobby, together of a picture of man taking a piss inside the lift. The picture angle is from the top behind, in case you ask. Why the hell a person wants to pee in the lift? Pervert. Back then, I don’t believe this fact until one day when I visited an old housing block and saw words written above the lift’s door. It’s prohibited by law to pee in the lift. This lift is equipped with urine detector. Ah? But that’s a fact and now we have one of those bastards in my block! But lucky, I haven’t seen or smelt things related to that, all that I’ve seen in the lift are rubbishes.
Talking about rubbish, you can find tons of them under the mail box. We always have mails everyday. Property agents and advertisement contribute 99% of my mail box, everyday. We need to dig through a pile of those crap to find.. our bills. Letter with funky envelopes from friends, those are history. Not enough by scamming the mailbox, they put their brochure in the front door. Everyday there are at least two or three paper sticking out from door’s cracks.
Hey, why is it sounds more and more terrible living here? Back then, I promised my friend (Hope you had forgotten) that I would contribute an article about housing here to a tabloid she was running. But I didn’t fulfill my promise because I was afraid that instead of showing the architecture side, it would sound more like a telenovela. I can make this even longer, but I find myself getting more and more desperate writing this. Boo hoo.
By the way, of course it’s not that bad, the ones above was just the sum of all feels. :)
________________________________________________________________________________
The first and greatest commandment is,
Don't let them scare you.
-- Elmer Davis
Hey, reckless mind, don't throw away your playful beginnings.
-- Dave Matthews Band
If both of us thought alike, one of us would not be necessary.
-– Unknown
Sometimes I wake up grumpy. Other times I let her sleep.
-- Unknown
I would kill everyone in this room for a drop of sweet beer...
-- Homer Simpson
Friday, January 13, 2006
Scammers
I don’t know why but I seem to have problem with those ***** email.
From ancient time until recently, I received many mails talking about free laptop, money, etc. Gee, I was amazed about how people still believe in those kinds of mail. It doesn’t take a genius to see… I can just delete them but that’s not the point if I keep receiving them from people I suppose they are able to know more. Some say, just try, nothing to lose, iseng, etc… Fine with me and my thrash bin.
One day I was having problem closing my jaw when Hubby told me that one of his colleagues was actually transfer money so that he could receive big sum of reward (It even sounds that stupid!). And he is still expecting to receive a mail telling him that he is rich, and he would have been transferred some amount of money bla bla bla…, he even told Hubby,” Wait until I rich.”
Speechless, Hubby said, “I’ll wait.”
See? He actually transferred away his money, how foolish is that?
Note :
Actually I wrote this quite sometime ago, but I refrained my self from posting it because I didn’t see any point that I could contribute to world peace.
But just this morning, my smart cyber friend shared me this link:
http://www.conquestmedia.com/projects/reverse/index.htm
I love it!
I know that this will offend someone somehow, but IT’S time to know the reality….
And face it with a smile!
This is the introduction of the link:
The whole idea of this website is to turn online scammers into victims. It's just that simple.
If you aren't aware, a really popular scam right now is the Nigerian 419 scam, it goes a little something like this. The person that emails you usually has some really important title that commands respect and they have a sob story, rough life, war torn nation, blah, blah and how they have a huge amount of money that they need to move out of the country, usually Nigeria. This is where you come in, if you only provide them with your bank account numbers, etc they can wire it over to you. What a great deal! Once you provide them with the information, instead of depositing the money, they go ahead and steal all of yours. So you in fact, don't get the millions of dollars :(
Enjoy!
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Humor is just another defense against the universe.
-- Mark Twain
There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.
-- Steven Wright
From ancient time until recently, I received many mails talking about free laptop, money, etc. Gee, I was amazed about how people still believe in those kinds of mail. It doesn’t take a genius to see… I can just delete them but that’s not the point if I keep receiving them from people I suppose they are able to know more. Some say, just try, nothing to lose, iseng, etc… Fine with me and my thrash bin.
One day I was having problem closing my jaw when Hubby told me that one of his colleagues was actually transfer money so that he could receive big sum of reward (It even sounds that stupid!). And he is still expecting to receive a mail telling him that he is rich, and he would have been transferred some amount of money bla bla bla…, he even told Hubby,” Wait until I rich.”
Speechless, Hubby said, “I’ll wait.”
See? He actually transferred away his money, how foolish is that?
Note :
Actually I wrote this quite sometime ago, but I refrained my self from posting it because I didn’t see any point that I could contribute to world peace.
But just this morning, my smart cyber friend shared me this link:
http://www.conquestmedia.com/projects/reverse/index.htm
I love it!
I know that this will offend someone somehow, but IT’S time to know the reality….
And face it with a smile!
This is the introduction of the link:
The whole idea of this website is to turn online scammers into victims. It's just that simple.
If you aren't aware, a really popular scam right now is the Nigerian 419 scam, it goes a little something like this. The person that emails you usually has some really important title that commands respect and they have a sob story, rough life, war torn nation, blah, blah and how they have a huge amount of money that they need to move out of the country, usually Nigeria. This is where you come in, if you only provide them with your bank account numbers, etc they can wire it over to you. What a great deal! Once you provide them with the information, instead of depositing the money, they go ahead and steal all of yours. So you in fact, don't get the millions of dollars :(
Enjoy!
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Humor is just another defense against the universe.
-- Mark Twain
There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.
-- Steven Wright
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Hujan Sore-Sore
Hehehe…dengan blogspot gue bisa berboros-boros ria. Mau ngepost berapa kali kek, gak kuatir dengan notifications. :)
Anyway, I have few boring afternoons in the row. That’s why I try to find something to do. From socializing, read stories until my eyes are doubled, play games through hand phone, and memorize new songs, apparently I have a very productive day, or the clock is not tickling. Bah.
My boss. What is the worst thing you’ve done to your boss?
I am not a mean girl. I’m nice, sweet and quiet girl in the office. (Blurp) I sit at my corner with my eyes fixed at the monitor almost all the time. I won’t come and spray my boss with water or put some cockroaches in his coffee or kick his butt.
Anyway, despite my previous bad stories about them, we call it 'moody', I always have good relationship with my boss. Fortunately I always have good ones, so I won’t do anything bad to them except they ask me so or it’s written in their forehead “Please harm me.”
But yesterday, I was sure that I did some damages to my boss’s limb. Unintentional of course…hmmm….come to think of it….
My cubicle is located at a busy junction, so if me and my colleague open our drawers, they would hit each other, between our table, there is a small space for everyone to pass by, and it’s the main traffic. So if I want to, I can position my leg and make everyone who passes by kisses the floor. Not that I don’t want to, but I’ve never done that.
Since we are talking about this, does anyone else have the urge to kick somebody who is half standing (with pointy butt to your direction) near whatever edge? Just between us, I always have the urge to do that, and have a good laugh after that, and of course, a good run. But also, I’ve never done that although I dangerously want to. The closest good laugh I’ve had about other’s accident was when I accidentally dropped my bike to my dog’s direction, and she ran like hell so that its rear legs were in front of the front legs. She was fine of course, but I laughed so hard that I cramped.
Back to my cubicle and my boss. Yesterday I did some serious searching for old files. I was busy checking disc after disc that I left my drawer open. Sometimes I do that, but most of the times I keep it closed as it would disturb everyone who pass by. My boss, actually my ex colleague, is a type of person who walks fast and everywhere, he hardly stays in one place. I guess he was collecting some print out and studying it when ‘JDUARRRRR- PYANGGGG’. I was almost jumped from my seat, on my left, he was standing and his knees were pressed on my opened drawer. I think he tabrakan kebo with that. He was as pale as paper.
“Ouch! Oooops…sorry sorry. Errrr…O-o.”
He forced a painful smile.
Of course I was concern,” Gee, are you okay?”
“Mmmmphhh….yes, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? That must be painful.”
“Mmmmppppphhh…Sure, no worries. Hehehehhehe. Mmmmphhh.”
We exchanged nervous laughs, and he walked back to his seat. When I checked my drawer, it was dislocated. :O
Back from lunch, I met him halfway, he was joking, “I still can’t feel my limb.”
He is a good joker, but I'm sure I saw him walking strangely.
Today, every time he passed by my table, he made it real slow.
Can I make it here through the year?
It’s rainy in here. My friend said that it has been raining for five days, I like rainy days in town, I like cool weather in town. I agree with her when she said she felt like she was in other town, maybe London. And maybe we can start to buy those funky umbrellas or the transparent ones like those Japanese in the dramas.
Rainy days are sad but romantic. Romantically sad or sadly romantic :). the weather reminds me of one day when I sat sadly looking at the sea, I wanted to play but I couldn’t because it was raining, that’s all, nothing mushy or no broken heart thingy attached, although I do have some sad and romantic mushy tales connected with the weather. Fair share.
Now I want to curl in my seat and enjoy my warm jacket.
Should I leave my drawer open?
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Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
-- Will Rogers
Sometimes you are sad.... and no one sees your tears.... Sometimes you are happy.... and no one sees your smile... But fart just one time...
-- Unknown
There is no pleasure in having nothing to do. The pleasure is in having lots to do, and not doing it.
-- John W. Raper
It was such a lovely day, I thought it was a pity to get up.
-- W. Somerset Maugham
Anyway, I have few boring afternoons in the row. That’s why I try to find something to do. From socializing, read stories until my eyes are doubled, play games through hand phone, and memorize new songs, apparently I have a very productive day, or the clock is not tickling. Bah.
My boss. What is the worst thing you’ve done to your boss?
I am not a mean girl. I’m nice, sweet and quiet girl in the office. (Blurp) I sit at my corner with my eyes fixed at the monitor almost all the time. I won’t come and spray my boss with water or put some cockroaches in his coffee or kick his butt.
Anyway, despite my previous bad stories about them, we call it 'moody', I always have good relationship with my boss. Fortunately I always have good ones, so I won’t do anything bad to them except they ask me so or it’s written in their forehead “Please harm me.”
But yesterday, I was sure that I did some damages to my boss’s limb. Unintentional of course…hmmm….come to think of it….
My cubicle is located at a busy junction, so if me and my colleague open our drawers, they would hit each other, between our table, there is a small space for everyone to pass by, and it’s the main traffic. So if I want to, I can position my leg and make everyone who passes by kisses the floor. Not that I don’t want to, but I’ve never done that.
Since we are talking about this, does anyone else have the urge to kick somebody who is half standing (with pointy butt to your direction) near whatever edge? Just between us, I always have the urge to do that, and have a good laugh after that, and of course, a good run. But also, I’ve never done that although I dangerously want to. The closest good laugh I’ve had about other’s accident was when I accidentally dropped my bike to my dog’s direction, and she ran like hell so that its rear legs were in front of the front legs. She was fine of course, but I laughed so hard that I cramped.
Back to my cubicle and my boss. Yesterday I did some serious searching for old files. I was busy checking disc after disc that I left my drawer open. Sometimes I do that, but most of the times I keep it closed as it would disturb everyone who pass by. My boss, actually my ex colleague, is a type of person who walks fast and everywhere, he hardly stays in one place. I guess he was collecting some print out and studying it when ‘JDUARRRRR- PYANGGGG’. I was almost jumped from my seat, on my left, he was standing and his knees were pressed on my opened drawer. I think he tabrakan kebo with that. He was as pale as paper.
“Ouch! Oooops…sorry sorry. Errrr…O-o.”
He forced a painful smile.
Of course I was concern,” Gee, are you okay?”
“Mmmmphhh….yes, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? That must be painful.”
“Mmmmppppphhh…Sure, no worries. Hehehehhehe. Mmmmphhh.”
We exchanged nervous laughs, and he walked back to his seat. When I checked my drawer, it was dislocated. :O
Back from lunch, I met him halfway, he was joking, “I still can’t feel my limb.”
He is a good joker, but I'm sure I saw him walking strangely.
Today, every time he passed by my table, he made it real slow.
Can I make it here through the year?
It’s rainy in here. My friend said that it has been raining for five days, I like rainy days in town, I like cool weather in town. I agree with her when she said she felt like she was in other town, maybe London. And maybe we can start to buy those funky umbrellas or the transparent ones like those Japanese in the dramas.
Rainy days are sad but romantic. Romantically sad or sadly romantic :). the weather reminds me of one day when I sat sadly looking at the sea, I wanted to play but I couldn’t because it was raining, that’s all, nothing mushy or no broken heart thingy attached, although I do have some sad and romantic mushy tales connected with the weather. Fair share.
Now I want to curl in my seat and enjoy my warm jacket.
Should I leave my drawer open?
____________________________________________________________________________________
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
-- Will Rogers
Sometimes you are sad.... and no one sees your tears.... Sometimes you are happy.... and no one sees your smile... But fart just one time...
-- Unknown
There is no pleasure in having nothing to do. The pleasure is in having lots to do, and not doing it.
-- John W. Raper
It was such a lovely day, I thought it was a pity to get up.
-- W. Somerset Maugham
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Sometimes I wonder What Am I Talking About
With these rainy season, my posts had been a little bit melancholic, hehhehe…actually, not really, not much different, or actually, no one can tell anyway…
Still finding the best way to post the pictures (keep looking for reasons to cover my laziness)…
As usual, whenever I visit Jakarta, I hunt for movies. :)
Few weeks before, I watch 24 season three and like it much. At first, I refused to watch this TV serial, I thought, what the hell could happen if every episode is dedicated for one hour only, what could happen, that must be a bloody boring movie?!?
When I had time to rent the whole third season, whoa, it was good.
So I hunt for first and second season in Jakarta, don’t know whether the forth has come out. Yesterday, we’ve just found out that they gave us two set of second season! $##%@#!
Other than 24, we bought TV Serials like Las Vegas and Rome, and few other movies.
No, I still refuse to watch Desperate Housewife. I’d even prefer Taken. Yikes.
New year, where are those good movies? Narnia and King Kong? Gak napsuin amat…
A week ago, just getting hot with Da Vinci Code, too late I know. I’ve lost my appetite for novel quite a long time ago. There are many novels untouched inside my room, just because I didn’t feel like reading it. The last one I read was A Lost Child, by don’t know who from don’t know when, bought it at second hand book fair in perfect condition. Not a bad one, after that, Harry Potter, that’s when my brother sent the e-book to me and I had spare time in office.
I figured out sometimes I have extra time for e-books in office so I bought Da Vinci Code e-book, knowing that the movie would be out around May. I heard about this book last year, but didn’t have the will to read it, as I heard that it has some religious thing.
I shared the e-book with my colleague and both of us were peeping from a small window in the monitor. We were both free at work last week. The beginning was so-so, I kept distracted and did something else, then the middle was very tense. It was so tense for us, being a Da Vinci virgins, I got excited and suddenly I spent much time reading about Leonardo Da Vinci and his arts. If only my university textbook was as exciting as this, I wouldn’t have hard time understanding the concept of human proportion etc…
And Bam, there was the disappointing ending.
Yeah, ending is almost always be the most difficult part.
At least, I think, it restores my interest in reading, which is something maybe more healthy than sitting in front of computer. Also, there are not many exciting games nowadays.
I’m bored so let me be movie commentator:
I had one Japanese movie: Quill, about a seeing golden retriever. It was a cute and touching one.
28 Days Later:
Good interesting concept at the beginning. What if one day you wake up and realize that you are alone in the world? Sounds like a promising movie …but it was a cliché. Disappointing.
Butterfly Effect:
Hardly able to find someone who look dumber or more annoying than Aston Kurcher. But surprisingly, I like this movie.
Bewitched.
Zzzzz…. Didn’t finish.
Fyi, I watch from DVD, if I watched in cinema, I hardly fall asleep except one of God Father series, I was eleven and I woke up few times only whenever Andy Garcia came to sight. Andy Garcia? I remember I found him cool then, or was it because I was eleven?
Love Me If You Dare, French movie (?) It’s a good one. Not a usual love tale, terrible and horrible (why these two words have the same meaning?).
A Very Long Engagement:
Realized that it’s not an English-speaking movie. But it’s a very long movie. Long doesn’t always mean long or good but also doesn’t always mean boring.
Chicken Little, Fantastic Four, The Guru: Yawn.
The Jacket: Like it. Andrian Brody and Kiera Knightly’s.
Hostage : Bruce Willis’s. Pfft. It could be a hit if released in nineties.
But now, not much people are still impressed in one-man hero. The movie is too Bruce Willis and so predictable.
I’m sleepy.
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May you be the kind of person your dog thinks you are.
-- Mahatma Dahgi
Don't steal. The government hates competition.
-- Unknown
There are so many things that we wish we had done yesterday, so few that we feel like doing today.
-- Mignon McLaughlin
I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
-- August Strindberg
When I cannot brag about knowing something, I brag about not knowing it.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Still finding the best way to post the pictures (keep looking for reasons to cover my laziness)…
As usual, whenever I visit Jakarta, I hunt for movies. :)
Few weeks before, I watch 24 season three and like it much. At first, I refused to watch this TV serial, I thought, what the hell could happen if every episode is dedicated for one hour only, what could happen, that must be a bloody boring movie?!?
When I had time to rent the whole third season, whoa, it was good.
So I hunt for first and second season in Jakarta, don’t know whether the forth has come out. Yesterday, we’ve just found out that they gave us two set of second season! $##%@#!
Other than 24, we bought TV Serials like Las Vegas and Rome, and few other movies.
No, I still refuse to watch Desperate Housewife. I’d even prefer Taken. Yikes.
New year, where are those good movies? Narnia and King Kong? Gak napsuin amat…
A week ago, just getting hot with Da Vinci Code, too late I know. I’ve lost my appetite for novel quite a long time ago. There are many novels untouched inside my room, just because I didn’t feel like reading it. The last one I read was A Lost Child, by don’t know who from don’t know when, bought it at second hand book fair in perfect condition. Not a bad one, after that, Harry Potter, that’s when my brother sent the e-book to me and I had spare time in office.
I figured out sometimes I have extra time for e-books in office so I bought Da Vinci Code e-book, knowing that the movie would be out around May. I heard about this book last year, but didn’t have the will to read it, as I heard that it has some religious thing.
I shared the e-book with my colleague and both of us were peeping from a small window in the monitor. We were both free at work last week. The beginning was so-so, I kept distracted and did something else, then the middle was very tense. It was so tense for us, being a Da Vinci virgins, I got excited and suddenly I spent much time reading about Leonardo Da Vinci and his arts. If only my university textbook was as exciting as this, I wouldn’t have hard time understanding the concept of human proportion etc…
And Bam, there was the disappointing ending.
Yeah, ending is almost always be the most difficult part.
At least, I think, it restores my interest in reading, which is something maybe more healthy than sitting in front of computer. Also, there are not many exciting games nowadays.
I’m bored so let me be movie commentator:
I had one Japanese movie: Quill, about a seeing golden retriever. It was a cute and touching one.
28 Days Later:
Good interesting concept at the beginning. What if one day you wake up and realize that you are alone in the world? Sounds like a promising movie …but it was a cliché. Disappointing.
Butterfly Effect:
Hardly able to find someone who look dumber or more annoying than Aston Kurcher. But surprisingly, I like this movie.
Bewitched.
Zzzzz…. Didn’t finish.
Fyi, I watch from DVD, if I watched in cinema, I hardly fall asleep except one of God Father series, I was eleven and I woke up few times only whenever Andy Garcia came to sight. Andy Garcia? I remember I found him cool then, or was it because I was eleven?
Love Me If You Dare, French movie (?) It’s a good one. Not a usual love tale, terrible and horrible (why these two words have the same meaning?).
A Very Long Engagement:
Realized that it’s not an English-speaking movie. But it’s a very long movie. Long doesn’t always mean long or good but also doesn’t always mean boring.
Chicken Little, Fantastic Four, The Guru: Yawn.
The Jacket: Like it. Andrian Brody and Kiera Knightly’s.
Hostage : Bruce Willis’s. Pfft. It could be a hit if released in nineties.
But now, not much people are still impressed in one-man hero. The movie is too Bruce Willis and so predictable.
I’m sleepy.
____________________________________________________________________________________
May you be the kind of person your dog thinks you are.
-- Mahatma Dahgi
Don't steal. The government hates competition.
-- Unknown
There are so many things that we wish we had done yesterday, so few that we feel like doing today.
-- Mignon McLaughlin
I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
-- August Strindberg
When I cannot brag about knowing something, I brag about not knowing it.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Old Time Sake
6th Jan 2006
For us who stay outside Indonesia, apparently we feel the effect of the fuel hike too. The plane ticket jump quite high, need to fork out forty fifty percent more for this short trip to Jakarta. My patriotic side (suppose that I have) agree that it’s time for the rise, that the country need it bla bla bla and maybe we are the country with the cheapest fuel, but my skeptical side (I sure have) keep asking whether the country income from the fuel hike would go to the right place.
My religious side tells me to kneel down and pray, and then my favorite side tells me to have a snack and cut this introduction crap.
Touched down at 10.00 pm, missing link would remain a secret, arrived at hotel. Met my parent and my youngest brother, the groom to be. We had short chats, and since it was late and we had big day ahead, we turned in.
7th Jan 2006
Woke up early and dressed up for church ceremony. It took place in my ex-high school, ST, actually ex-high school of all of my siblings and me, too bad for this wedding my eldest brother was away.
I miss this school; I miss the teenage moments (gak tau malu), the norak-norak phase, ngeceng and dikecengin, and all the sweet sweet moments. Mhehhehe, maklum, pubeeeeerrrrrrr…..! (some Indonesian words are not possible to be translated).
Eh..! ST is so different now. Maybe it was Saturday also, but I couldn’t see all my favorite tukang-tukang gerobak. Where are they now? And they extended the church. The church I used to visit every morning for short pray and had a short-lived crush on one of the regular guy. The church where I got @#$@^^%$ angry with one of the pastor. The church where I liked to hide when I feel the need.
Ten-eleven years ago!
The church was decorated nicely, left over from Christmas. The ceremony went nicely, and I liked the choir, and also, the mass. Hmmm…I still remember the phrases, the words and the sequence and it’s done in Indonesian! (gue sering bengong2 cengo ama misa bahasa Inggris di sini).
As usual, as always, my eyes were hot when it was the time to thank the parent. Not as much as they saw us growing up, we saw them growing old. It’s painful to see them graying. Life’s just unfair.. they dedicate their time and when we are able to stand on our own, we get married and have family of our own.
But of course, it’s a happy occasion and happy tears.
After ceremony, it was the registry time. I had a peek inside the school, but didn’t dare to go in with my alien look and high heel. Mwahhahaha….but feeling so nostalgic, I sent sms to my good ST pal, using Mom’s phone which had been successfully stolen by me for a while. Then we had to parade back to hotel and got really busy for the rest of the day, so when he called back, I was away from my stolen hp, and could only return his call the day after.
We had teh-pai in the hotel, then spent time playing with my two nephews, they are cute and naughty. Went through the hell out of make-up, and prepared for the wedding dinner. It was exhausting. Together with Hubby, second brother and wife, we stood at the gate as the welcomers from the groom’s side. As usual, smile, giggling, pretended to know some never seen before relatives and played hide and seek with those kepo folks with their usual, ehm, bigger family question, and some hilarious embarrassing moments which fit better in other story.
It was quite fun. I met a lot of cousin I hardly seen, time really flies, they are all adult now! Those small naughty boys and girls…that’s mean, I’m almost old…. Whachaaaa!.....
As usual, the most agonizing of all, family pictures. Big family, original family, etc… it’s a hard tradition to break. I’m sure no one enjoyed the mess and the effort needed to gather everybody while we were tired and ..hungry…but it’s sure nice to see the pictures later.
8-10th Jan 2006
Party is over…! We headed back home, it was the first time I saw the new house. We moved few houses away from the old one; this is just a bigger version.
It felt just nice to gather with family again, now it’s not just six of us, but we have all the in-laws, that mean I have additional three sisters I never had. My first two sister in-laws have the same problem with me, we only have brothers, but apparently and of course, I think, they are still more girly than me.
We had dinner together, minus big brother and my dad, they were overseas, and the newlywed couple who was having holiday with bride’s family. The last time I went Jakarta, which was in November 2004, that time we really gathered together for family picture and when we went for dinner, we occupied the whole row of long long table. So, this time, minus a bit. On the Tuesday I went to my uncle’s gathering, as usual, for the kids, me, my brother and sister in-laws, we tried to shorten the visit as soon as we could. :)
Called my friends, miss everyone a lot. Failed to contact a friend, but managed to talk with most of them, promised a few to have regular chat eventhough I’m back here. Missed the ST reunion on December, it must have been fun. Collect some wedding invitation for year ahead and great news about new babies. Who-ha…feeling really old…
Guess everyone always have some soft spot for the past. Although we feel older at times, but in a strange way, time is always catching up to match us. For example, when I was a teenager, I feel the music in the radio, the trend and the movie were made for our ages. Vice versa and always. Now I feel the things in the radio etc are dedicated to those around my age. Mhehhehe…ngaku-ngakunya…
Jakarta…, for some reason, this visit, I felt Jakarta had become a better place. I got a sense that it was safer and more comfortable. Maybe it’s my hope only, or maybe it’s true?
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A sailor rides out the storm without losing his love for the sea.
-- Pat Brady
Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.
-– Truman Capote
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
-- Nietzsche
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
-- Unknown
It takes about ten years to get used to how old you are.
-- Unknown
Always read the stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
-- P.J. O'Rourke
For us who stay outside Indonesia, apparently we feel the effect of the fuel hike too. The plane ticket jump quite high, need to fork out forty fifty percent more for this short trip to Jakarta. My patriotic side (suppose that I have) agree that it’s time for the rise, that the country need it bla bla bla and maybe we are the country with the cheapest fuel, but my skeptical side (I sure have) keep asking whether the country income from the fuel hike would go to the right place.
My religious side tells me to kneel down and pray, and then my favorite side tells me to have a snack and cut this introduction crap.
Touched down at 10.00 pm, missing link would remain a secret, arrived at hotel. Met my parent and my youngest brother, the groom to be. We had short chats, and since it was late and we had big day ahead, we turned in.
7th Jan 2006
Woke up early and dressed up for church ceremony. It took place in my ex-high school, ST, actually ex-high school of all of my siblings and me, too bad for this wedding my eldest brother was away.
I miss this school; I miss the teenage moments (gak tau malu), the norak-norak phase, ngeceng and dikecengin, and all the sweet sweet moments. Mhehhehe, maklum, pubeeeeerrrrrrr…..! (some Indonesian words are not possible to be translated).
Eh..! ST is so different now. Maybe it was Saturday also, but I couldn’t see all my favorite tukang-tukang gerobak. Where are they now? And they extended the church. The church I used to visit every morning for short pray and had a short-lived crush on one of the regular guy. The church where I got @#$@^^%$ angry with one of the pastor. The church where I liked to hide when I feel the need.
Ten-eleven years ago!
The church was decorated nicely, left over from Christmas. The ceremony went nicely, and I liked the choir, and also, the mass. Hmmm…I still remember the phrases, the words and the sequence and it’s done in Indonesian! (gue sering bengong2 cengo ama misa bahasa Inggris di sini).
As usual, as always, my eyes were hot when it was the time to thank the parent. Not as much as they saw us growing up, we saw them growing old. It’s painful to see them graying. Life’s just unfair.. they dedicate their time and when we are able to stand on our own, we get married and have family of our own.
But of course, it’s a happy occasion and happy tears.
After ceremony, it was the registry time. I had a peek inside the school, but didn’t dare to go in with my alien look and high heel. Mwahhahaha….but feeling so nostalgic, I sent sms to my good ST pal, using Mom’s phone which had been successfully stolen by me for a while. Then we had to parade back to hotel and got really busy for the rest of the day, so when he called back, I was away from my stolen hp, and could only return his call the day after.
We had teh-pai in the hotel, then spent time playing with my two nephews, they are cute and naughty. Went through the hell out of make-up, and prepared for the wedding dinner. It was exhausting. Together with Hubby, second brother and wife, we stood at the gate as the welcomers from the groom’s side. As usual, smile, giggling, pretended to know some never seen before relatives and played hide and seek with those kepo folks with their usual, ehm, bigger family question, and some hilarious embarrassing moments which fit better in other story.
It was quite fun. I met a lot of cousin I hardly seen, time really flies, they are all adult now! Those small naughty boys and girls…that’s mean, I’m almost old…. Whachaaaa!.....
As usual, the most agonizing of all, family pictures. Big family, original family, etc… it’s a hard tradition to break. I’m sure no one enjoyed the mess and the effort needed to gather everybody while we were tired and ..hungry…but it’s sure nice to see the pictures later.
8-10th Jan 2006
Party is over…! We headed back home, it was the first time I saw the new house. We moved few houses away from the old one; this is just a bigger version.
It felt just nice to gather with family again, now it’s not just six of us, but we have all the in-laws, that mean I have additional three sisters I never had. My first two sister in-laws have the same problem with me, we only have brothers, but apparently and of course, I think, they are still more girly than me.
We had dinner together, minus big brother and my dad, they were overseas, and the newlywed couple who was having holiday with bride’s family. The last time I went Jakarta, which was in November 2004, that time we really gathered together for family picture and when we went for dinner, we occupied the whole row of long long table. So, this time, minus a bit. On the Tuesday I went to my uncle’s gathering, as usual, for the kids, me, my brother and sister in-laws, we tried to shorten the visit as soon as we could. :)
Called my friends, miss everyone a lot. Failed to contact a friend, but managed to talk with most of them, promised a few to have regular chat eventhough I’m back here. Missed the ST reunion on December, it must have been fun. Collect some wedding invitation for year ahead and great news about new babies. Who-ha…feeling really old…
Guess everyone always have some soft spot for the past. Although we feel older at times, but in a strange way, time is always catching up to match us. For example, when I was a teenager, I feel the music in the radio, the trend and the movie were made for our ages. Vice versa and always. Now I feel the things in the radio etc are dedicated to those around my age. Mhehhehe…ngaku-ngakunya…
Jakarta…, for some reason, this visit, I felt Jakarta had become a better place. I got a sense that it was safer and more comfortable. Maybe it’s my hope only, or maybe it’s true?
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A sailor rides out the storm without losing his love for the sea.
-- Pat Brady
Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.
-– Truman Capote
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
-- Nietzsche
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
-- Unknown
It takes about ten years to get used to how old you are.
-- Unknown
Always read the stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
-- P.J. O'Rourke
Friday, January 06, 2006
Does Size Matter
I was having lunch with my lunchmates when a girl passed by.
She wore low cut tank top, white color, and things were bubbling upside down.
I couldn’t help but looking, while my guy friend who sat next to me almost sprained his neck.
When she passed, he looked at my grinning face.
“Head turning hah?”
He was blushing,” too obvious.”
He thought for a while.
“If your husband did that, would you whack him?”
“Khehehe…why would I? It’s too eye catching. I myself even looked at that.”
We looked at the other colleagues sat in front of us.
Guy, “ Don’t you dare to think that I missed it. I saw her before you, I could never ever miss something like that.”
She passed by again.
Girl, “ Holy Cow, there are almost tripped out, it’s too low cut!”
The week before, our lunch conversation was about size. Don’t get us wrong. It’s just that when this group lunch gathered together, there are many varieties about things we like to talk about, things you can find on womags. Three girls, two guys or two girls two guys, all around the same age, what can you expect. One day another colleague joined us and he dropped his jaws, he said his group always talks about work. Huh, boring.
So, back to size. Few days ago, there’s one video spreading around in my office. A girl with enormous breast was smashing cans around with her boobs. (Am I spell it correctly or what?). There are two responses.
From males : Wow.
From females : Ouch.
Anyway, they say, we read, somewhere or everywhere that size doesn’t matter. Males are satisfied as long as they can fill their palms. Ladies, choose your man carefully.
P.S: It must be one boring afternoon that I talk about this….no offence everyone. :)
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A Lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally.
- Lillian Day
Men are more sentimental than women. It blurs their thinking.
- Unknown
All men are created unequal.
- Unknown
I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.
- Steve Martin
She wore low cut tank top, white color, and things were bubbling upside down.
I couldn’t help but looking, while my guy friend who sat next to me almost sprained his neck.
When she passed, he looked at my grinning face.
“Head turning hah?”
He was blushing,” too obvious.”
He thought for a while.
“If your husband did that, would you whack him?”
“Khehehe…why would I? It’s too eye catching. I myself even looked at that.”
We looked at the other colleagues sat in front of us.
Guy, “ Don’t you dare to think that I missed it. I saw her before you, I could never ever miss something like that.”
She passed by again.
Girl, “ Holy Cow, there are almost tripped out, it’s too low cut!”
The week before, our lunch conversation was about size. Don’t get us wrong. It’s just that when this group lunch gathered together, there are many varieties about things we like to talk about, things you can find on womags. Three girls, two guys or two girls two guys, all around the same age, what can you expect. One day another colleague joined us and he dropped his jaws, he said his group always talks about work. Huh, boring.
So, back to size. Few days ago, there’s one video spreading around in my office. A girl with enormous breast was smashing cans around with her boobs. (Am I spell it correctly or what?). There are two responses.
From males : Wow.
From females : Ouch.
Anyway, they say, we read, somewhere or everywhere that size doesn’t matter. Males are satisfied as long as they can fill their palms. Ladies, choose your man carefully.
P.S: It must be one boring afternoon that I talk about this….no offence everyone. :)
____________________________________________________________________________________
A Lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally.
- Lillian Day
Men are more sentimental than women. It blurs their thinking.
- Unknown
All men are created unequal.
- Unknown
I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.
- Steve Martin
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Long Weekends
So two long weekends are over.
Looking forward to the next one that I’ll spend in Jakarta. Another short trip I guess, although originally I planned for eight days, I shortened it to three and a half day, and it will packed with my brother’s wedding, one bundle with church ceremony etc.., three other family gatherings, I won’t have much time for myself, friends and shopping!
I expected it though, that’s the main purpose I’ll go home to, although some gatherings are categorized as ‘avoid if possible’, but I think this time I won’t be able to run away.
I bet my money that I would get that baby question from at least a dozen of relative; did I mention my youngest brother is getting married?
Wedding party is… a party that happens where everything is not what you always imagine for and suddenly you realize that you have that x number of aunts and uncles who care with your fertility and love life.
Gosh, but from Hubby, I learn one good way to face them… smile and look stupid.
Base on that, I developed the formula on my own.
If they ask, smile.
If they ask again, smile wider.
If they ask again, laugh.
If they ask again, laugh louder.
If they ask again, laugh hysterically.
If they ask again, laugh at them, poke them in the eyes and run.
No need to explain, one word of reason, that’s it, you will find yourself being cornered, the chance of running away is smaller and smaller and everyone will think that they need to give you a piece of their idea and solution to *help* you out.
You only need to convince parent and parent in-law. Anyone else, use my formula. Guaranteed.
Hey, that’s my next long weekend.
My previous one, nothing really special for you but everything is special for me.
I did shopping-window shopping-makan triathlon by walking maybe one tenth of the country, we walked as far as five MRT stations and went to places we’ve never been before. We spent hours spring (?) cleaning on New Year’s eve and finally, we hung our wedding pictures. Now I remember the fellow who destroyed my wedding album *&($@^$, hey you, come clean to me, I’ll poke your eyes too.
We met Leo and planned to go sailing, but unfortunately, we had to postpone it, again! I screwed up. I am allergic to sea water (what a shame!), I already agreed to the idea that I would look so tan that nobody would recognized me in the wedding, but I totally forgot about the allergic. If I developed skin rash (look like mosquito's bites) I’d be dumped at the back door instead of standing in front as a proud sister. So, another time again.
I have wrapped up the Bali’s photo, but don’t have the time to upload them. I also need to get myself familiar first with this blog system. So far, I love it, posting haven’t been easier and I love the spacing between paragraphs, only I found out that they don’t have some features that I need.
Who want to read about web problem?
Have a great New Year guys, make bad things better, better thing best, and everything memorable. I personally request that not a bad thing will happen to us, and that everyone we love are closed at heart, happy and healthy.
For those who are around my age, it’s time we smile more… they said we look younger when we smile…mhehehhe…time to do smiling thingy really seriously rather than make your make-up thicker. I need to remind myself too, as I realized my temper is getting shorter. :)
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Serious and I’m sure seriously made fave quotes today:
You laugh at me 'coz I'm different.
But I laugh at you, 'coz you're all the same.
- From a friend
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
- Oscar Wilde (from Lady Windermere’s Fan)
The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.
- Thomas Szasz
Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.
- Unknown
Don't take life too seriously; you won't get out of it alive.
- Hubbard's Law
Work hard and save your money and when you are old you will be able to buy the things only the young can enjoy.
- Unknown
The cure for anything is saltwater: sweat, tears, or the sea.
- Isak Dinesen
There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking.
- Unknown
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
- Unknown
Do not believe in miracles, rely on them.
- Unknown
Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
- Gene Fowler
Looking forward to the next one that I’ll spend in Jakarta. Another short trip I guess, although originally I planned for eight days, I shortened it to three and a half day, and it will packed with my brother’s wedding, one bundle with church ceremony etc.., three other family gatherings, I won’t have much time for myself, friends and shopping!
I expected it though, that’s the main purpose I’ll go home to, although some gatherings are categorized as ‘avoid if possible’, but I think this time I won’t be able to run away.
I bet my money that I would get that baby question from at least a dozen of relative; did I mention my youngest brother is getting married?
Wedding party is… a party that happens where everything is not what you always imagine for and suddenly you realize that you have that x number of aunts and uncles who care with your fertility and love life.
Gosh, but from Hubby, I learn one good way to face them… smile and look stupid.
Base on that, I developed the formula on my own.
If they ask, smile.
If they ask again, smile wider.
If they ask again, laugh.
If they ask again, laugh louder.
If they ask again, laugh hysterically.
If they ask again, laugh at them, poke them in the eyes and run.
No need to explain, one word of reason, that’s it, you will find yourself being cornered, the chance of running away is smaller and smaller and everyone will think that they need to give you a piece of their idea and solution to *help* you out.
You only need to convince parent and parent in-law. Anyone else, use my formula. Guaranteed.
Hey, that’s my next long weekend.
My previous one, nothing really special for you but everything is special for me.
I did shopping-window shopping-makan triathlon by walking maybe one tenth of the country, we walked as far as five MRT stations and went to places we’ve never been before. We spent hours spring (?) cleaning on New Year’s eve and finally, we hung our wedding pictures. Now I remember the fellow who destroyed my wedding album *&($@^$, hey you, come clean to me, I’ll poke your eyes too.
We met Leo and planned to go sailing, but unfortunately, we had to postpone it, again! I screwed up. I am allergic to sea water (what a shame!), I already agreed to the idea that I would look so tan that nobody would recognized me in the wedding, but I totally forgot about the allergic. If I developed skin rash (look like mosquito's bites) I’d be dumped at the back door instead of standing in front as a proud sister. So, another time again.
I have wrapped up the Bali’s photo, but don’t have the time to upload them. I also need to get myself familiar first with this blog system. So far, I love it, posting haven’t been easier and I love the spacing between paragraphs, only I found out that they don’t have some features that I need.
Who want to read about web problem?
Have a great New Year guys, make bad things better, better thing best, and everything memorable. I personally request that not a bad thing will happen to us, and that everyone we love are closed at heart, happy and healthy.
For those who are around my age, it’s time we smile more… they said we look younger when we smile…mhehehhe…time to do smiling thingy really seriously rather than make your make-up thicker. I need to remind myself too, as I realized my temper is getting shorter. :)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Serious and I’m sure seriously made fave quotes today:
You laugh at me 'coz I'm different.
But I laugh at you, 'coz you're all the same.
- From a friend
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
- Oscar Wilde (from Lady Windermere’s Fan)
The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.
- Thomas Szasz
Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.
- Unknown
Don't take life too seriously; you won't get out of it alive.
- Hubbard's Law
Work hard and save your money and when you are old you will be able to buy the things only the young can enjoy.
- Unknown
The cure for anything is saltwater: sweat, tears, or the sea.
- Isak Dinesen
There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking.
- Unknown
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
- Unknown
Do not believe in miracles, rely on them.
- Unknown
Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
- Gene Fowler
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