I have too many things I want to write in here, since it's been ages !! But first off, let's plan our wedding day.
Yes, I am that random. Sometimes.
Okay so everyone must have their own dream day wedding. If not, you are one very pathetic human being with extreme lack of imagination.
I don't care how weird it is, how out-of -this-world (outer space ceremony, anyone?) or how tacky it is, I appreciate your ideas. There's no rules on this. No budget limits. No place too far. I salute you for daring to dream big. Well this is very Dr Phil, so let's just cut to the chase.
Let's start with me. I want a double wedding.
First is a private, intimate wedding in a remote island (Or Greece. Italy. A secluded island. I will just keep it to myself, you nosy rat.) Anyway. I will fly my family and closest friends into the island, all accomodations paid for (thats right, you'd better start sucking up to me from now to get a ticket.) It will just be a plain and simple ceremony and still traditional and everything. It will only last a day and then we'll fly back to Jakarta.
To ensure that all my friends and relatives will come, I'll just do the second on in this big ol' city. This is gonna be a huge one (not with gold decoration or anything Liberace, dont worry) but I want traditional dances and musical performance to be there. That's what I mean with huge and grand. I want it to be a festivity. Doesn't have to be in the city's top high-rise building (I've gotten incredibly poor due to that first wedding ceremony, remember?) but I want everyone to enjoy it, to be pleased, to have a good time. I love playing host. And I think it's not asking too much that I want all my beloved guests to have the time of their life in my most important event of all to host =)
All the foods will be cooked by my mom or her helpers. Authentic Indonesian cuisines, of course, but with International desserts bar. Of course. And I know I won't have the first-dance tradition, but I want the singer to croon Van Morisson's Someone Like You all night long. You'll see why.
So here's a glimpse into my future:
By 27/28, I will have achieved eighty percent of what I've always dreamed of. I will be in New York, working in a top restaurant whilst taking culinary lessons. It is my second year in the city and I plan to go back to my home town for the first time ever, and for good, but not before my little trip with him. We plan to steal a quick holiday to....Hong Kong ? Singapore ? (It could even be Bandung, I don't care. just not in Jakarta yet. Let's just call it nameless.) He will visit me in NY first and we'll get to watch a cool concert first (The Strokes? Julian? Joshua Radin?) and then we'll fly home together.
In that nameless city, he will take me out for a casual dinner one night. We will chat about our lives, about what's been going on since I left, about how much I miss him and everything.
And then, out of the blue, he will propose.
I like the feeling of being so surprised and so in pleasure that I will have no words to describe. When I look at the ring, I'll smile. Not because it's embedded with gold and diamond, but because I once mentioned it to him that I like the type. It's simple, it's round, it's a ring. That;s it. But being a good guy, he always, always remembers what I like even though I said it a million light years ago.
Which is why I'll say yes.
And during his proposal, somehow, somewhere, we listen to Van Morrison's Someone Like You playing beautifully be it in the stereo or onstage. I don't quite know my obsession with that song, but I like the classical melody, the words fit, the voice soothing--it's a classic old song. And I will finally have that song dedicated to me, after all these years. Just by looking at him I'll know that he means it and we're going to do this and I'm the happiest girl alive and we're going to do this, this magical once-in-a-lifetime ceremony that every girl has been waiting for since the first time she laid her eyes on a wedding gown.
And then, afterwards, we'll have our own children, a set of boy-and-girl twins,with the cutest huge eyes and happy grins. I will take good care of them, I will love them like nobody else, I'll watch them grow, I'll stay at home while he works, but every weekend we'll have the family time to ourselves. When the children have grown up, I'll start working again and might even open a restaurant on my own, since I learned so much about it in NY. Friday will be my date time with him, our relaxing time to hang out with friends, catch dinner and movies, while Saturday and Sunday are officially declared as family time with the kids.
Okayyyy, time to snap back to reality.
In reality, I am stuck in my office, with a bad stomach-ache and therefore having trouble concentrating on work and writing this instead. In reality, I'm saving every penny, seeking for every opportunity for any possible chance that I might have a ticket out of here. Literally.
If you know me well, please come up to me in my wedding day and tell me to look up this blog. Whether any of my goals and dreams came true. Whether I'll get on that plane after all.
And be good. Who knows, maybe someday you'll receive an invitation to Maui for a private wedding on your doorstep one day. Or Greece. Or Carribean.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
and it rambles on while she covers her ears
Why do you choose the big bad wolf amongst a hundred pristine white sheeps?
Why do you feel guiltier killing a hopeless mice trapped with no power to do anything instead of killing a Labrador that bit your leg?
Why do you fall over and over to the same hole again even though a huge Caution board is right there near your feet?
Why do you hang your hopes up in the oak tree when you know it's gonna shake and rumble to the ground?
Why do you spell out your expectations in the night skies when you know it's just gonna be morning again in a few hours?
Why do you limit other people's dreams and hopes when you know it might as well be the cruelest thing for a human being to do?
Why do you smile while your insides freeze?
Why do you go out of your way to please the wrong people while the right ones quietly slip out the exit door?
Why do you need so much signs to tell you something you've secretly known throughout your whole life?
Why do you hesitate in doing something when you know it's gonna cause you an incredible state of regret in the end?
Why do you not hear me when I silently shout out to you?
Why do you refuse to admit that reading this post has caused your heart to flinch because you know some of it it happened to you?
Why do you feel guiltier killing a hopeless mice trapped with no power to do anything instead of killing a Labrador that bit your leg?
Why do you fall over and over to the same hole again even though a huge Caution board is right there near your feet?
Why do you hang your hopes up in the oak tree when you know it's gonna shake and rumble to the ground?
Why do you spell out your expectations in the night skies when you know it's just gonna be morning again in a few hours?
Why do you limit other people's dreams and hopes when you know it might as well be the cruelest thing for a human being to do?
Why do you smile while your insides freeze?
Why do you go out of your way to please the wrong people while the right ones quietly slip out the exit door?
Why do you need so much signs to tell you something you've secretly known throughout your whole life?
Why do you hesitate in doing something when you know it's gonna cause you an incredible state of regret in the end?
Why do you not hear me when I silently shout out to you?
Why do you refuse to admit that reading this post has caused your heart to flinch because you know some of it it happened to you?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
i know i'm in the mood to write
So it's no surprise that I moonlight as a shrink to my friends, right. They consider me as a 24-hour listener and advisor with a million ears to lend.
Which is fine by me; I enjoy that.
I suddenly remember a certain case where one of my close friends sat me down to talk about a particular topic. She has this...I don't know what you call it; an endless fling? They went out once but broke up but still maintain good friends now. Like, really good friends. I know them both well since we all hang out together but the guy's older than us.
My friend told me how she recently had a serious talk with the guy about the future and they ended up making a promise: if by the time she turns 30 they aren't seeing anyone, they'll get married. Kinda like Chandler and Monica in an old episode Friends, where he said "If you won't be married by 30, what do you say we live together?" and she responded, "Why wouldn't I be married by the time I'm 30?"
And Chandler replied "No...I meant hypothetically...", to which she said, "Okay, well, hypothetically, why wouldn't I be married by the time I'm 30?"
Or something like that. It always made me laugh.
Well anyways.
This friend of mine was kind of ecstatic about her and her guy's decision--because I could tell they still feel something so strongly about each other. But I did not fully share her excitement.
What do you think?
When a guy proposes that to you, should you feel flattered or offended? In a way, yes,you feel relieved. The guy you really care about has no plan to abandon you, not even in the future. No matter what happens, you will never be living a lonely life surrounded by forty cats. No mattr how hard you screw up,someone's gonna be there to take care of you. That must be a very nice feeling indeed.
But in a way, Monica was right. Why wouldn't you be married by the time you're 30? Are you so undesirable that you repel man from marrying you?
And more importantly, there's another factor to consider: what if you found someone better than that guy and you end up marrying him? Even worse, what if HE found someone and break that promise to you?
In that case, start visiting the pet stores to look for cats.
I think this is an interesting matter, no? You, who are reading this, whoever you are, have you ever been in this situation?
You don't have to post a comment- I probably don't even know you. Maybe you're just stumbling into this blog by accident.
But I really wanna know. I ended up not giving advises to that friend of mine; thankfully, she wasn't expecting any. She just needed to unload.
It's funny how much we expect from the opposite sex but at the same time we don't expect anything from them either, huh?
Which is fine by me; I enjoy that.
I suddenly remember a certain case where one of my close friends sat me down to talk about a particular topic. She has this...I don't know what you call it; an endless fling? They went out once but broke up but still maintain good friends now. Like, really good friends. I know them both well since we all hang out together but the guy's older than us.
My friend told me how she recently had a serious talk with the guy about the future and they ended up making a promise: if by the time she turns 30 they aren't seeing anyone, they'll get married. Kinda like Chandler and Monica in an old episode Friends, where he said "If you won't be married by 30, what do you say we live together?" and she responded, "Why wouldn't I be married by the time I'm 30?"
And Chandler replied "No...I meant hypothetically...", to which she said, "Okay, well, hypothetically, why wouldn't I be married by the time I'm 30?"
Or something like that. It always made me laugh.
Well anyways.
This friend of mine was kind of ecstatic about her and her guy's decision--because I could tell they still feel something so strongly about each other. But I did not fully share her excitement.
What do you think?
When a guy proposes that to you, should you feel flattered or offended? In a way, yes,you feel relieved. The guy you really care about has no plan to abandon you, not even in the future. No matter what happens, you will never be living a lonely life surrounded by forty cats. No mattr how hard you screw up,someone's gonna be there to take care of you. That must be a very nice feeling indeed.
But in a way, Monica was right. Why wouldn't you be married by the time you're 30? Are you so undesirable that you repel man from marrying you?
And more importantly, there's another factor to consider: what if you found someone better than that guy and you end up marrying him? Even worse, what if HE found someone and break that promise to you?
In that case, start visiting the pet stores to look for cats.
I think this is an interesting matter, no? You, who are reading this, whoever you are, have you ever been in this situation?
You don't have to post a comment- I probably don't even know you. Maybe you're just stumbling into this blog by accident.
But I really wanna know. I ended up not giving advises to that friend of mine; thankfully, she wasn't expecting any. She just needed to unload.
It's funny how much we expect from the opposite sex but at the same time we don't expect anything from them either, huh?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Looking to be lost?
This life is a freakin chain. Its all about the six degrees of sombody
or other. Don't believe me? Well here goes.
A is completely happy with B, who sometimes still thinks of C, who's
currently in a blissful state with D, who still wishes to taste what's
its like to be in relationship with E,who still thinks about his ex F,
who still dreams about HER ex G, who's married to H and still sneaking
lunches with I.
or other. Don't believe me? Well here goes.
A is completely happy with B, who sometimes still thinks of C, who's
currently in a blissful state with D, who still wishes to taste what's
its like to be in relationship with E,who still thinks about his ex F,
who still dreams about HER ex G, who's married to H and still sneaking
lunches with I.
Seriously, from A to G, it really is a true story; kind of.
I've been everyones ears long enough to detect a major soap opera
going on in their life. But it is. Its a chain.
And the worst thing is, we don't know when or where its gonna stop. I
just hope it won't reach Z.
So I want you to remember this: everytime you fall flat on your face
with no hope and passion whatsoever,remember that there's always
someone who will rush to your side to soothe you, to stroke your back,
to calm you down, to tell you its okay and that you'll get the love of
your life but inside screaming hey I WANT to be that person, to smile
and nod and wipe your tears while gritting their teeth- whether you
realize it or not.
Which,most of the times, you don't.
But the lowest kind of the low is if you try to take advantage to that
person. It actually hurts B everytime C declares her love for D. And
it goes on and on and on.
Life's a freaking mess of chain.
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Sent from my mobile device
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Let's try this
Let's see what happens when I blog from my phone.
I hope I'll be able to see this :s
I hope I'll be able to see this :s
So. Not that anyone still reads this blog, but how's everyone doing?
I'm curled under the blanket in my cold room alone, enjoying the
perfection of it all.
I miss my own boyfriend. I don't know why I never wrote much about
him, btw. I doubt he'll read this,but still.
You know what happens when you try to blog sleepily from your phone
and just feel like letting it out? Random stuff happens. Random
thoughts flow as my fingers typed freely on the keypads.
I hate changes. In a way, I do.
Hey before I ramble on and on and will kick my self due to failed
mobile blogging attempt, let me check if this appears in the blog for
real. See you in a teeny bit.
--
Sent from my mobile device
Sunday, October 11, 2009
a smile and a wave
I'm back!
I'm sorry i've been so ignorant to you, blog. I just got accepted back at B-M last week so things have just kinda flown in a flurry.
I hope everyone's doing fine.
Anyways. Quick recap; nothing much has changed. I still want a ticket out of here. I still want my NY and SF. I wanna turn 25 and be able to say "I've done it all", you know? I wanna tell my kids one day how their mom just conquered all her fears and pakced up to see what the world had to offer. [cue music: Celine Dion.]
I gotta go eat in a minute, but please bear in mind that I've made my comeback and therefore you should not forget to visit this owl-y blog. The weather's been kinda crazy, by the way. And my dog looks so clean.
Enough random thoughts.
See ya! Promise I'll be back so o o o n.
I'm sorry i've been so ignorant to you, blog. I just got accepted back at B-M last week so things have just kinda flown in a flurry.
I hope everyone's doing fine.
Anyways. Quick recap; nothing much has changed. I still want a ticket out of here. I still want my NY and SF. I wanna turn 25 and be able to say "I've done it all", you know? I wanna tell my kids one day how their mom just conquered all her fears and pakced up to see what the world had to offer. [cue music: Celine Dion.]
I gotta go eat in a minute, but please bear in mind that I've made my comeback and therefore you should not forget to visit this owl-y blog. The weather's been kinda crazy, by the way. And my dog looks so clean.
Enough random thoughts.
See ya! Promise I'll be back so o o o n.
Monday, September 7, 2009
your own definition of perfection
Everyone has their dream man/woman. The capabilities, physical attributes, and so forth.
Well, it's almost midnight and I'm completely awake with nothing to do, so here's mine.
I like tall guys. Not lanky, and not exactly Homer's twin either. Which leads me to another category-I like guys who are good at sports. Doesn't matter what, but soccer is preferred. I like guys who know how to dress appropriately and can match themselves to what I'm wearing ( no, not color-wise, don't worry. What I mean is, if I wear my best skirt or something I wouldn't want him to appear on my doorstep in cargo shorts.)
I like it if he wears checkered flannel shirts. And a T-shirt underneath. Dunno why :) And battered jeans with sneakers. I hate baggy clothing on him. He has to smell good, but no tacky cologne. He has to smell like he's just taken a shower. And he has to be clean. If he doesn't smoke, good. If he does, great. If he prays 5 times a day, I'm the luckiest girl on earth.
He has to make me laugh all the time; he has to be intelligent. Guys with little knowledge turn me off, no matter how goodlooking. He has to have good taste in music and movies. He has to get along with my family and friends, seriously. He has to know where Honduras is in the map and who Jack Kerouac is. He has to accept, and support, my reading and cooking hobbies and my dream to study abroad. Better yet, he has to share my reading hobbies, too. He has to like going out, too; even if it's only for movies or ice-cream treats.
He has to be able to calm me down since I tend to explode. And, this being the most important aspect, he has to learn the difference of when I just want to let out my sob story and when I want advises from him. He has to know when to open and close his mouth. When to listen and when to speak. He has to be polite but also crazy at other times. He has to be decisive.
On Saturday nights, if I ask him where we should go, him saying "Up to you" or "No idea" will be a big minus point for me. If he opens the door for me, I will not be impressed. If he tries to order for me at a restaurant or always pays the bill, I'll roll my eyes .I want to be able to laugh and talk seriously with him at the same time.
He has to know how to calm me down. He has to know what to do if my car broke down in the middle of the road on a hot day with nobody around. He has to accept my dramatic flair in life. He has to master at least 1 foreign language-that's attractive. He has to know about my moods; when and how to approach if I give him a silent treatment. He has to be my bestfriend too at the same time.
I guess that's it.
That's pretty easy, right?
Oh, one small problem? I don't think this type of guy exists. Not in my world anyway. If he is somewhere out there, I'd very much like to shake his hand.
Well, it's almost midnight and I'm completely awake with nothing to do, so here's mine.
I like tall guys. Not lanky, and not exactly Homer's twin either. Which leads me to another category-I like guys who are good at sports. Doesn't matter what, but soccer is preferred. I like guys who know how to dress appropriately and can match themselves to what I'm wearing ( no, not color-wise, don't worry. What I mean is, if I wear my best skirt or something I wouldn't want him to appear on my doorstep in cargo shorts.)
I like it if he wears checkered flannel shirts. And a T-shirt underneath. Dunno why :) And battered jeans with sneakers. I hate baggy clothing on him. He has to smell good, but no tacky cologne. He has to smell like he's just taken a shower. And he has to be clean. If he doesn't smoke, good. If he does, great. If he prays 5 times a day, I'm the luckiest girl on earth.
He has to make me laugh all the time; he has to be intelligent. Guys with little knowledge turn me off, no matter how goodlooking. He has to have good taste in music and movies. He has to get along with my family and friends, seriously. He has to know where Honduras is in the map and who Jack Kerouac is. He has to accept, and support, my reading and cooking hobbies and my dream to study abroad. Better yet, he has to share my reading hobbies, too. He has to like going out, too; even if it's only for movies or ice-cream treats.
He has to be able to calm me down since I tend to explode. And, this being the most important aspect, he has to learn the difference of when I just want to let out my sob story and when I want advises from him. He has to know when to open and close his mouth. When to listen and when to speak. He has to be polite but also crazy at other times. He has to be decisive.
On Saturday nights, if I ask him where we should go, him saying "Up to you" or "No idea" will be a big minus point for me. If he opens the door for me, I will not be impressed. If he tries to order for me at a restaurant or always pays the bill, I'll roll my eyes .I want to be able to laugh and talk seriously with him at the same time.
He has to know how to calm me down. He has to know what to do if my car broke down in the middle of the road on a hot day with nobody around. He has to accept my dramatic flair in life. He has to master at least 1 foreign language-that's attractive. He has to know about my moods; when and how to approach if I give him a silent treatment. He has to be my bestfriend too at the same time.
I guess that's it.
That's pretty easy, right?
Oh, one small problem? I don't think this type of guy exists. Not in my world anyway. If he is somewhere out there, I'd very much like to shake his hand.
Why oh why, the sims 3 ??
Seriously. Ever since The Sims (1) came out, I always, ALWAYS had trouble installing it. It's either the CD, or the crack, something just HAD to be wrong. Same goes with The Sims 2. I literally have like three different Sims 2 CDs lying around from different stores because I just couldn't get them to work.
And then, ladies and gents, today I installed The Sims 3.
I had to exchange the CDs TWICE because it said failure/error dics and when I finally, finally succeeded installing them (I even yelled with glee so loud that my mom jumped) it said....
"Unable to start game .Device 0 cannot run this title. Your video card does not appear to support at least Shader Model 2.Please upgrade your card."
I am on the verge of a pre-midlife crisis breakdown just because of this game, seriously. If EA had to pay me a penny everytime The Sims disappoints me, I'd be a friggin' millionaire by now. I googled it to find out what the heck Shader Model 2 was and was surprised to find that almost everyone on other side of the world also had the same problems. It's all over Yahoo! Answers, WikiAnswers, and forums. The solution is basically the same; buy a new VGA card.
New VGA my butt.
I must be the most pissed-off Simmer in the world right now. I only got til the end of September to lounge around, you know! I wanna spend my holiday Simming and DVD-ing and going out and reading books. From what I read, everyone's pretty pissed off as well because it said nothing about minimum requirements for VGA in the back of the CD package.
Huh.
I know this is my fault too for trusting the pirated CD games so much but come on; you'd do the same if you were me. Worse yet, I don't understand this whole IT/computer psychobabble so I don't freakin' know what to do. I hate not knowing what to do.
So I guess I'll have to break the piggy bank and spend about 5oo,000 on a new VGA card. :'(
My mood has officially gone down the drain.
And then, ladies and gents, today I installed The Sims 3.
I had to exchange the CDs TWICE because it said failure/error dics and when I finally, finally succeeded installing them (I even yelled with glee so loud that my mom jumped) it said....
"Unable to start game .Device 0 cannot run this title. Your video card does not appear to support at least Shader Model 2.Please upgrade your card."
I am on the verge of a pre-midlife crisis breakdown just because of this game, seriously. If EA had to pay me a penny everytime The Sims disappoints me, I'd be a friggin' millionaire by now. I googled it to find out what the heck Shader Model 2 was and was surprised to find that almost everyone on other side of the world also had the same problems. It's all over Yahoo! Answers, WikiAnswers, and forums. The solution is basically the same; buy a new VGA card.
New VGA my butt.
I must be the most pissed-off Simmer in the world right now. I only got til the end of September to lounge around, you know! I wanna spend my holiday Simming and DVD-ing and going out and reading books. From what I read, everyone's pretty pissed off as well because it said nothing about minimum requirements for VGA in the back of the CD package.
Huh.
I know this is my fault too for trusting the pirated CD games so much but come on; you'd do the same if you were me. Worse yet, I don't understand this whole IT/computer psychobabble so I don't freakin' know what to do. I hate not knowing what to do.
So I guess I'll have to break the piggy bank and spend about 5oo,000 on a new VGA card. :'(
My mood has officially gone down the drain.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
aand another one
Here is the analysis:
You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.
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Bright and Cheerful
You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.
(artists and movie stars?! *gasp*) haha this is very fun.
(taken from http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx)
You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.
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Bright and Cheerful
You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.
(artists and movie stars?! *gasp*) haha this is very fun.
(taken from http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx)
I am attracted to this kind of thing like moth to a freakin' flame.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.
The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.
Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.
How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
They're pretty accurate, especially the last one.
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.
The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.
Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.
How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
They're pretty accurate, especially the last one.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
letting out some steam
I CANNOT concentrate on this final stage of my internship report completion. Is completion a word?
I don't know why I can't put my mind to it. Yes, I have the motivation. I am so hopped up with excitement that I'm finally going to finish this endless stuff. But I just cannot concentrate at the moment, and I have no idea why.
Actually......I think I know why. And there's no way in hell I'd put it here.
Come to think of it blog is the perfect place for rants. And you, dear reader, cannot complain about it because in this blog I make all the rules. And rule number one is the moment you type this blog on the web address bar you are entitled to read my ramblings and pent-up frustrations and just smile and nod along.
Insecurities are like flies eating up your flesh one by one.
I don't know why I can't put my mind to it. Yes, I have the motivation. I am so hopped up with excitement that I'm finally going to finish this endless stuff. But I just cannot concentrate at the moment, and I have no idea why.
Actually......I think I know why. And there's no way in hell I'd put it here.
Come to think of it blog is the perfect place for rants. And you, dear reader, cannot complain about it because in this blog I make all the rules. And rule number one is the moment you type this blog on the web address bar you are entitled to read my ramblings and pent-up frustrations and just smile and nod along.
Insecurities are like flies eating up your flesh one by one.
Friday, July 10, 2009
and the Oscar goes to...
It's done.
My final report is done. I am currently writing my thank-you notes in Foreword. And I am getting close to tears.
Hahaha you are probably knitting your brows wondering why this person is so friggin' melodramatic. Which I am. I totally am.
I mean, just like Rachel said on Friends, this is the end of an era! This is my last chance to thank all the people that really helped and contributed in my report-making! My last chance ever because soon I will be graduating, I mean, what the heck? I mean, when I was working on my laporan kerja praktek, I thought to myself well, no need to get all choked up; this battle ain't over yet.
But it is now!
So thank you, people, who have helped in the progress. Thank you for supporting me endlessly. You know who you are. *Blows kiss to audience*
Thank you for the journey for the past 4years , girlsss! This is it, we're doing our one last final battle!
I have officially gone mad.
Oh and thanks Biffy, for just being cute :D And for always accompanying me at night til 2 a.m. , running here and there making noises in the kitchen while I work in front of my computer.
At least, I hope it was you.
My final report is done. I am currently writing my thank-you notes in Foreword. And I am getting close to tears.
Hahaha you are probably knitting your brows wondering why this person is so friggin' melodramatic. Which I am. I totally am.
I mean, just like Rachel said on Friends, this is the end of an era! This is my last chance to thank all the people that really helped and contributed in my report-making! My last chance ever because soon I will be graduating, I mean, what the heck? I mean, when I was working on my laporan kerja praktek, I thought to myself well, no need to get all choked up; this battle ain't over yet.
But it is now!
So thank you, people, who have helped in the progress. Thank you for supporting me endlessly. You know who you are. *Blows kiss to audience*
Thank you for the journey for the past 4years , girlsss! This is it, we're doing our one last final battle!
I have officially gone mad.
Oh and thanks Biffy, for just being cute :D And for always accompanying me at night til 2 a.m. , running here and there making noises in the kitchen while I work in front of my computer.
At least, I hope it was you.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
my two favorite quotes of ALL time.
"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave." -Anonymous (I got it from a quotes site; if you claim to be the one who came up with this please stand up. Or leave a comment. Any way you'd prefer.)
I mean, this totally supports my theory! We must have been separated at birth, the author and I.
If you don't have any idea what I meant by "my theory", then just you wait. I don't plan to publish it yet, though few of my closest ppl have heard it from me when they're faced with some relationship trouble =P hahaha
And another one from my MOST favorite movie all time:
"You know how when you're listening to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway... then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again you're still in exact same time with it. That's what love is like. " Music From Another Room
:) :)
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave." -Anonymous (I got it from a quotes site; if you claim to be the one who came up with this please stand up. Or leave a comment. Any way you'd prefer.)
I mean, this totally supports my theory! We must have been separated at birth, the author and I.
If you don't have any idea what I meant by "my theory", then just you wait. I don't plan to publish it yet, though few of my closest ppl have heard it from me when they're faced with some relationship trouble =P hahaha
And another one from my MOST favorite movie all time:
"You know how when you're listening to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway... then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again you're still in exact same time with it. That's what love is like. " Music From Another Room
:) :)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
..and another one, also from facebook.
Dinda completed the quiz "What does the week you were born say about you?" with the result The Week of Leadership – Leo 3 August 11-18.
You assume a commanding role in your family and social group. You are a natural leader, and are a dynamic individual. You are a good planner, capable of organizing an effective plan of attack and seeing it through. You can be aggressive and know what you want and how to get it. Sometimes you can be less compassionate to those around you and lack consideration for their feelings. You are capable of inspiring loyalty, respect and love in others. You see yourself infallible and have tremendous faith in yourself. You are greatly imaginative and creative. As long as you are honored and respected by your mates you will be generous and kind to them, sometimes to a fault. In love you are subject to sudden, explosive, violent, and passionate displays of emotion. You can often be overbearing, combative and unforgiving. Strengths: Commanding – Heroic – Creative Weaknesses: Dictatorial – Selfish – Insensitive .
Heroic? Moi? Dictatorial? Commanding?
Are you kidding me? I've got to be THE LEAST commanding person to ever grace the earth! In love I am 'explosive, violent' ????? Sheesh. This is all pure crap.
...on second thought let's just hope that nugi will not read this one shall we? :p
You assume a commanding role in your family and social group. You are a natural leader, and are a dynamic individual. You are a good planner, capable of organizing an effective plan of attack and seeing it through. You can be aggressive and know what you want and how to get it. Sometimes you can be less compassionate to those around you and lack consideration for their feelings. You are capable of inspiring loyalty, respect and love in others. You see yourself infallible and have tremendous faith in yourself. You are greatly imaginative and creative. As long as you are honored and respected by your mates you will be generous and kind to them, sometimes to a fault. In love you are subject to sudden, explosive, violent, and passionate displays of emotion. You can often be overbearing, combative and unforgiving. Strengths: Commanding – Heroic – Creative Weaknesses: Dictatorial – Selfish – Insensitive .
Heroic? Moi? Dictatorial? Commanding?
Are you kidding me? I've got to be THE LEAST commanding person to ever grace the earth! In love I am 'explosive, violent' ????? Sheesh. This is all pure crap.
...on second thought let's just hope that nugi will not read this one shall we? :p
from facebook quiz. i do not care what you say.
Dinda completed the quiz "Who is your lifetime match?" with the result They are born between 21st June - 23rd July.
You're a real charmer but you don't get swept along by the first person who shows an interest in you. You need time to be sure of your feelings and you don't get involved lightly. But when you wake up one day telling yourself you want and love a certain person, your life takes on a whole different meaning. You cover them with kisses and can come across as a bit possessive. No-one touches the one you love! As for your loyalty, it's exemplary. Out of all the people you have encountered throughout your life, you will want to be loved-up in the arms of a one of these kinds of people...and stay there. You two form a wonderful alliance together. From the moment your two meet, a calm climate, full of love and serenity, will be born. You will feel good in their company, you have more things in common than differences. Like you, they love children and family. Alongside them, you will feel like you're in a cocoon, without ever becoming bored. And you have one thing on your mind: building a happy, comfortable and solid nest with them!.
Of course. *nods solemnly*
You're a real charmer but you don't get swept along by the first person who shows an interest in you. You need time to be sure of your feelings and you don't get involved lightly. But when you wake up one day telling yourself you want and love a certain person, your life takes on a whole different meaning. You cover them with kisses and can come across as a bit possessive. No-one touches the one you love! As for your loyalty, it's exemplary. Out of all the people you have encountered throughout your life, you will want to be loved-up in the arms of a one of these kinds of people...and stay there. You two form a wonderful alliance together. From the moment your two meet, a calm climate, full of love and serenity, will be born. You will feel good in their company, you have more things in common than differences. Like you, they love children and family. Alongside them, you will feel like you're in a cocoon, without ever becoming bored. And you have one thing on your mind: building a happy, comfortable and solid nest with them!.
Of course. *nods solemnly*
Saturday, July 4, 2009
just an afterthought
I think I've been imagining all this.
I think I'm feeling something weird inside my chest but I don't know why. It's like reaching for that cookie jar while you know that your hand is gonna be trapped shut inside it if you ever try to reach for the cookie.
Yet you try anyway.
And out of fear that you might get stuck or injured, you let your hand dangle. In-between reaching the cookies, already touching the tips of the chocolate-filled crust but unwilling to grab it in case the lid shuts.
And all around you people are laughing behind your back. "Nice try," they'd say. Or "Only morons would do something that they know is filled with risks."
But sometimes, you get your hand out of that jar. Because in a dangling position, your hand gets tired after all. Sometimes, you're distracted by all the pretty things in the cabinet. The lollipops, the cotton candy, chocolate caramel bars, Krispie Treats, gumballs, colorful, delicious, seductive. But no matter what, eventually, you end up glancing at the jar. Wondering what it it would be like to take a bite.
Because from what I hear, chocolate chip cookies give you the best comfort and warmth.
Even the most average one. Even the misshaped ones. But if you want to take a bite, then you have to insert your hand wholly inside the jar. Feel the lid shut down on you, causing you to cry in pain. Cursing at yourself for being such an idiot. You knew this was going to happen. Yet you did it anyway.
I guess this is what makes a human being; a mix of bravery and stupidity.
I think I'm feeling something weird inside my chest but I don't know why. It's like reaching for that cookie jar while you know that your hand is gonna be trapped shut inside it if you ever try to reach for the cookie.
Yet you try anyway.
And out of fear that you might get stuck or injured, you let your hand dangle. In-between reaching the cookies, already touching the tips of the chocolate-filled crust but unwilling to grab it in case the lid shuts.
And all around you people are laughing behind your back. "Nice try," they'd say. Or "Only morons would do something that they know is filled with risks."
But sometimes, you get your hand out of that jar. Because in a dangling position, your hand gets tired after all. Sometimes, you're distracted by all the pretty things in the cabinet. The lollipops, the cotton candy, chocolate caramel bars, Krispie Treats, gumballs, colorful, delicious, seductive. But no matter what, eventually, you end up glancing at the jar. Wondering what it it would be like to take a bite.
Because from what I hear, chocolate chip cookies give you the best comfort and warmth.
Even the most average one. Even the misshaped ones. But if you want to take a bite, then you have to insert your hand wholly inside the jar. Feel the lid shut down on you, causing you to cry in pain. Cursing at yourself for being such an idiot. You knew this was going to happen. Yet you did it anyway.
I guess this is what makes a human being; a mix of bravery and stupidity.
youtube this
...due to the demand from a certain friend in my lat post *wink* I am finally updating this blog. I'm sorry, bloggy. I've just been very wrapped up in work and report-making. Hey now that I work part-time at a bookstore, I get to read books I don't really have to buy, right, so yesterday I read A Lion Named Christian which is a true story about two Australian guys' heart-warming relationship with their pet lion they bought in Harrods in London in 1971.
I picked up that book because, well, I admire lions. Not surprising since my star sign is symbolized by them and they rule the jungle. I love the feeling of leading something. Lions are known to be affectionate with children and they're calm but tend to get angry as hell when provoked. We do have a lot in common, right? Except that I don't have a pair of teeth that could tear you skin open with one graze. Or paws as big as my head. Nor do I eat a cow for breakfast.
Well anyway.
The story was really touching I felt my eyes burn when I finished the book. There was one image that stayed on my mind. The Aussie guys bought him when Chrstian was a little cub, right, so they let him stay in their apartment but he grew so big that eventually he was forced to be flown to Africa in orde to get a better life. Years later, the Aussies, who used to spend their time 24/7 rolling with Christian in the park playing ball and teaching him manners (whenever Christian leaps at them and knocking them to the ground, making them hopeless and unable to do anything but pray to dear God he wouldn't screw their heads off, Christian notices his masters' discomfort that slowly he backs away and starts nudging them gently, waiting to be forgiven) decided to visit Christian in Africa. It had been years since they last separated and the Aussies were sure their now 4-years-old pet wouldn't recognize them. But what happened was, the second Christian strolled by, with the trademark graceful, confident steps of a ruler of the jungle, he stopped dead in his tracks, saw his masters waving to him and he ran (and I mean really ran) towards them happily, and leapt up to his master's body with huge paws circling his shoulders for an affectionate hug.
I nearly cried.
I mean, you have to look at the image. I didn't know the image and video were so popular in youtube. I searched 'lion named christian' and found the great video of the infamous hug that stole everyone's hearts. Rumor had it that Christian was the biggest and most handsome lion in his place in Africa. And he protected humans, too.
When they weren't messing with him, of course.
I remember a certain part of the book that told a story of how he was kept in a pet store or something, and he was the object of display (obviously) and he knew it, so he always put a little show. He was playing with little kids who werent afraid of him, and to those who were, he roared. It turns out that lions know exactly who are afraid of them and love to show their authorities to them.
But not to his masters; the two Aussies who loved him like nobody else. The book said that Christian was always trying to get them to play hide-and-seek but they sometimes ignored him on purpose because playing with him was turning out to be so exhausting (yeah well, it ain't exactly a rabbit pet you're dealing with here, mate). I mean, how cute was that?! This shows, though, that the moral story of it all is: lions are loyals.
when they find someone who respects and loves them, of course.
*coughs*
I'm urging you readers to look it up on youtube. It's really touching.
I will get back for another post later- time to eat.
YOUTUBE IT !
I picked up that book because, well, I admire lions. Not surprising since my star sign is symbolized by them and they rule the jungle. I love the feeling of leading something. Lions are known to be affectionate with children and they're calm but tend to get angry as hell when provoked. We do have a lot in common, right? Except that I don't have a pair of teeth that could tear you skin open with one graze. Or paws as big as my head. Nor do I eat a cow for breakfast.
Well anyway.
The story was really touching I felt my eyes burn when I finished the book. There was one image that stayed on my mind. The Aussie guys bought him when Chrstian was a little cub, right, so they let him stay in their apartment but he grew so big that eventually he was forced to be flown to Africa in orde to get a better life. Years later, the Aussies, who used to spend their time 24/7 rolling with Christian in the park playing ball and teaching him manners (whenever Christian leaps at them and knocking them to the ground, making them hopeless and unable to do anything but pray to dear God he wouldn't screw their heads off, Christian notices his masters' discomfort that slowly he backs away and starts nudging them gently, waiting to be forgiven) decided to visit Christian in Africa. It had been years since they last separated and the Aussies were sure their now 4-years-old pet wouldn't recognize them. But what happened was, the second Christian strolled by, with the trademark graceful, confident steps of a ruler of the jungle, he stopped dead in his tracks, saw his masters waving to him and he ran (and I mean really ran) towards them happily, and leapt up to his master's body with huge paws circling his shoulders for an affectionate hug.
I nearly cried.
I mean, you have to look at the image. I didn't know the image and video were so popular in youtube. I searched 'lion named christian' and found the great video of the infamous hug that stole everyone's hearts. Rumor had it that Christian was the biggest and most handsome lion in his place in Africa. And he protected humans, too.
When they weren't messing with him, of course.
I remember a certain part of the book that told a story of how he was kept in a pet store or something, and he was the object of display (obviously) and he knew it, so he always put a little show. He was playing with little kids who werent afraid of him, and to those who were, he roared. It turns out that lions know exactly who are afraid of them and love to show their authorities to them.
But not to his masters; the two Aussies who loved him like nobody else. The book said that Christian was always trying to get them to play hide-and-seek but they sometimes ignored him on purpose because playing with him was turning out to be so exhausting (yeah well, it ain't exactly a rabbit pet you're dealing with here, mate). I mean, how cute was that?! This shows, though, that the moral story of it all is: lions are loyals.
when they find someone who respects and loves them, of course.
*coughs*
I'm urging you readers to look it up on youtube. It's really touching.
I will get back for another post later- time to eat.
YOUTUBE IT !
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
let there be Sims
What is up, little people?
See, this is what I feared the most when I decided to make a blog; that I would get bored and neglect it one day. Which is what I'm doing. I have to get rid ot his bad habit of being bored of everythign so easily. Sigh*.
So! I'm in the middle of writing Chapter III in my final report. Wish me luck. And oh I heard The Sims 3 is out in the US already !!!! grrrrrr I can't wait to get my hands on it sooooooon !
Though probably I should wait 'til this whole report-making is done. You know how addictive that game is. Oh and my friend just lent me Merde Happens, a really wity novel about a Brit, a Frenchwoman and an American touring together in a mini cooper.
I think the description says it all.
I forgot the author, sorry, and can't be bothered to get up to look for the book. My butts have been glued to this computer chair since 10 am, mind you. This kind of excitement to finish my report is very rare indeed, so I'd better soak it up while it lasts.
Random thought of the day: what would you do if you had a million dollar?
I would spend it on my current wish list:
1. Take Spanish language lesson (the intensive one costs 2 million Rupiahs, which is only like...200 Dollars?)
2. Take Toefl test, because...
3. ...Applying to Le Cordon Bleu/William Angliss Institute in Australia for cooking school
4. Stock up on books I've always wanted to read. ALL OF THEM.
5. Buy return tickets to NYC and SF, then go back here. Well I *do* still have the Spanish and Toefl classes.
6. Fly to any city / country in Europe. Preferably: Barcelona, Venice, Greece, Brussels because I loved it so much, and London.
That's all I can think of right now. Seriously; those are my most-wanted things in this world for the time being. Hey I got a question though. Why do people always say "what would you do if you had a million dollars"? Why not Rupiahs? Poundsterling, for God's sake? Bahts? Pesos? Yen?
Well okay, not Bahts. 2 million Bahts is probably like zilch dollars.
But you get my point. That is westernization, peoples. Americanization.
Well now that I've upgraded your knowledge on geography and currencies, I'd better get back to my report. See ya on the next post!
See, this is what I feared the most when I decided to make a blog; that I would get bored and neglect it one day. Which is what I'm doing. I have to get rid ot his bad habit of being bored of everythign so easily. Sigh*.
So! I'm in the middle of writing Chapter III in my final report. Wish me luck. And oh I heard The Sims 3 is out in the US already !!!! grrrrrr I can't wait to get my hands on it sooooooon !
Though probably I should wait 'til this whole report-making is done. You know how addictive that game is. Oh and my friend just lent me Merde Happens, a really wity novel about a Brit, a Frenchwoman and an American touring together in a mini cooper.
I think the description says it all.
I forgot the author, sorry, and can't be bothered to get up to look for the book. My butts have been glued to this computer chair since 10 am, mind you. This kind of excitement to finish my report is very rare indeed, so I'd better soak it up while it lasts.
Random thought of the day: what would you do if you had a million dollar?
I would spend it on my current wish list:
1. Take Spanish language lesson (the intensive one costs 2 million Rupiahs, which is only like...200 Dollars?)
2. Take Toefl test, because...
3. ...Applying to Le Cordon Bleu/William Angliss Institute in Australia for cooking school
4. Stock up on books I've always wanted to read. ALL OF THEM.
5. Buy return tickets to NYC and SF, then go back here. Well I *do* still have the Spanish and Toefl classes.
6. Fly to any city / country in Europe. Preferably: Barcelona, Venice, Greece, Brussels because I loved it so much, and London.
That's all I can think of right now. Seriously; those are my most-wanted things in this world for the time being. Hey I got a question though. Why do people always say "what would you do if you had a million dollars"? Why not Rupiahs? Poundsterling, for God's sake? Bahts? Pesos? Yen?
Well okay, not Bahts. 2 million Bahts is probably like zilch dollars.
But you get my point. That is westernization, peoples. Americanization.
Well now that I've upgraded your knowledge on geography and currencies, I'd better get back to my report. See ya on the next post!
Monday, June 1, 2009
"i miss you more than i should."
My, it has been a while.
I am now officially part-timng at Aksara bookstore, and getting busier with final report so I barely have time for you, bloggy.
Okay that's a lie.
I've been re-pulled back into the Tweeting world. Sorry. It's just addictive to read Giuilana's beauty tips or Coldplay's latest adventure or Chelsea/Ellen DeGeneres's witty posts. Not to mention CNN Breaking News's.....breaking news. The world is really at your fingertips. (Is that someone's tagline? If yes, sorry then, didn't mean to steal.)
I've just finished reading another Cecilia Ahern, this time with the title of If You Could See Me Now. Don't get me started. In my opinion, it's her best piece of work so far. You laugh and you cry along with the characters. I really wanna jot down what's it all about but nah, I'm being nice today so I won't give you any spoiler.
Well okaay, then, if you insist. It's about imaginary friends.
>:)
Which, really, makes me wanna write something similar to it. I have always wnated to write stories on magical/out-of-this-world stuff, remember? (No?) It's either super-powered humans, fairies, mafia families........the possibility is endless.
By the way, this post's title is Mr. Joshua Radin's song. So what has everyone been up to really? I am curently writing my report. So to speak. I have Facebook, Blogger and Twitter on my tab browsers and I have never felt more tech-savvy in my life. Oh, and did you hear about the Facebook ban here in our beloved country?
Don't get me started on that.
Hey you know who I miss? My highschool buddies! :( Is our 2010 trip still on, girls? ;D haha. I have never acted that impuslvie before and I loved it.
I'm gonna get back to writing and I promise I will return with much more meaningful posts. Toodles!
I am now officially part-timng at Aksara bookstore, and getting busier with final report so I barely have time for you, bloggy.
Okay that's a lie.
I've been re-pulled back into the Tweeting world. Sorry. It's just addictive to read Giuilana's beauty tips or Coldplay's latest adventure or Chelsea/Ellen DeGeneres's witty posts. Not to mention CNN Breaking News's.....breaking news. The world is really at your fingertips. (Is that someone's tagline? If yes, sorry then, didn't mean to steal.)
I've just finished reading another Cecilia Ahern, this time with the title of If You Could See Me Now. Don't get me started. In my opinion, it's her best piece of work so far. You laugh and you cry along with the characters. I really wanna jot down what's it all about but nah, I'm being nice today so I won't give you any spoiler.
Well okaay, then, if you insist. It's about imaginary friends.
>:)
Which, really, makes me wanna write something similar to it. I have always wnated to write stories on magical/out-of-this-world stuff, remember? (No?) It's either super-powered humans, fairies, mafia families........the possibility is endless.
By the way, this post's title is Mr. Joshua Radin's song. So what has everyone been up to really? I am curently writing my report. So to speak. I have Facebook, Blogger and Twitter on my tab browsers and I have never felt more tech-savvy in my life. Oh, and did you hear about the Facebook ban here in our beloved country?
Don't get me started on that.
Hey you know who I miss? My highschool buddies! :( Is our 2010 trip still on, girls? ;D haha. I have never acted that impuslvie before and I loved it.
I'm gonna get back to writing and I promise I will return with much more meaningful posts. Toodles!
Monday, May 25, 2009
has time put out the flame ?
If possible, I love my phone even more.
I just decided to re-join the Tweeting action and have just followed loads of people. Iit's getting kind of fun :D And even more fun when I downloaded it to my phone. It's true that you could get addicted to writing a status update every few minutes. Give people a chance to talk about themselves, and off they go. Secretly we are all self-loving humans even though more often than not we refuse to admit it.
I have to get back to writing my reports. This is the part I hate the most: researching communication definitions. My UPH SmartCard was left at a friend's, so I annot access the library for the moment. I'm gonna stick with the Net instead.
I'm gonna need luck for that.
Because I am so not in the mood.
Tomorrow's my first shift in Aksara and I'm nervous as hell.
By the way, I tried to make donuts with my beloved trusted maid this morning. We just laid it out in the garage so it'd get sunrays (in order to bulge) and we're waiting for the result.
I'm gonna need luck for that as well.
If I could, I'll post photos later :D
Last night I went to a theater/traditional dance show by my school's arts department in Kuningan. My team, of course, did saman and another dance I didn't coach. As I watched them onstage, I realized how much I missed that dance. Toothy grins, knowing the spotlight is on you and your friends, capturing the audience's enthusiasm; there's nothing I love more than that. I could also feel the eagerness of the audience inching forward, trying to get a better view as the dance was signaled to begin.
I just sat back in my seat and smiled proudly.
I went to their last practice yesterday and was very disappointed at them because they really lacked of team unity. It shows, trust me. So I did give a little pep-talk and thank God, they were showing improvements last night. Because based on my experiences, (at least on 2007 when I was still very active) you cannot perform that dance if you only care about your performance; what to do in this segment, what's the next move, what's the lyrics, how's the rhtyhm like, where am I gonna move next. No; you gotta think about the whole team's next moves and especially the two people beside you. Which is why I told them how important team effort is because it always, always, always shows. And which is why me and Tania have the tightest bond ever, haha, since she's always positioned next to me.
Now that I'm done with internship and only work part-time, I hope there's gonna be another event where I could join in. I could use the workout, that's for sure. I have been getting rounder and rounder since holidays :S
Off to check the donuts !
Toppings suggestions, anyone?
I just decided to re-join the Tweeting action and have just followed loads of people. Iit's getting kind of fun :D And even more fun when I downloaded it to my phone. It's true that you could get addicted to writing a status update every few minutes. Give people a chance to talk about themselves, and off they go. Secretly we are all self-loving humans even though more often than not we refuse to admit it.
I have to get back to writing my reports. This is the part I hate the most: researching communication definitions. My UPH SmartCard was left at a friend's, so I annot access the library for the moment. I'm gonna stick with the Net instead.
I'm gonna need luck for that.
Because I am so not in the mood.
Tomorrow's my first shift in Aksara and I'm nervous as hell.
By the way, I tried to make donuts with my beloved trusted maid this morning. We just laid it out in the garage so it'd get sunrays (in order to bulge) and we're waiting for the result.
I'm gonna need luck for that as well.
If I could, I'll post photos later :D
Last night I went to a theater/traditional dance show by my school's arts department in Kuningan. My team, of course, did saman and another dance I didn't coach. As I watched them onstage, I realized how much I missed that dance. Toothy grins, knowing the spotlight is on you and your friends, capturing the audience's enthusiasm; there's nothing I love more than that. I could also feel the eagerness of the audience inching forward, trying to get a better view as the dance was signaled to begin.
I just sat back in my seat and smiled proudly.
I went to their last practice yesterday and was very disappointed at them because they really lacked of team unity. It shows, trust me. So I did give a little pep-talk and thank God, they were showing improvements last night. Because based on my experiences, (at least on 2007 when I was still very active) you cannot perform that dance if you only care about your performance; what to do in this segment, what's the next move, what's the lyrics, how's the rhtyhm like, where am I gonna move next. No; you gotta think about the whole team's next moves and especially the two people beside you. Which is why I told them how important team effort is because it always, always, always shows. And which is why me and Tania have the tightest bond ever, haha, since she's always positioned next to me.
Now that I'm done with internship and only work part-time, I hope there's gonna be another event where I could join in. I could use the workout, that's for sure. I have been getting rounder and rounder since holidays :S
Off to check the donuts !
Toppings suggestions, anyone?
Thursday, May 21, 2009
in the middle
I don't update this as much as I use to, do I?
I've finished reading the Mysterious Society book- to my surprise, it is not as good as I expected in the first place. Probably because it draws out too long in the middle and the finale excitement is too short; as if the writer just wants to get it done as soon as possible.I know that feeling.
Haha.
But it's still a great story, especially for children because it contains intelligent stuff. Ooh I also borrowed Tuesdays with Morrie from my friend so...be prepared. Expect me to be philosophical freak in the next few posts.
I have to go snacking now- just woke up from a long nap and tummy is grumbling. Goodbye for now!
I've finished reading the Mysterious Society book- to my surprise, it is not as good as I expected in the first place. Probably because it draws out too long in the middle and the finale excitement is too short; as if the writer just wants to get it done as soon as possible.I know that feeling.
Haha.
But it's still a great story, especially for children because it contains intelligent stuff. Ooh I also borrowed Tuesdays with Morrie from my friend so...be prepared. Expect me to be philosophical freak in the next few posts.
I have to go snacking now- just woke up from a long nap and tummy is grumbling. Goodbye for now!
Friday, May 15, 2009
between good and bad
My internship's done.
Seriously, I never expected to feel sad when I'm done with it. No more meeting my train people. No more arriving at the office when it was still eerily quiet. No more listening to the office boy's tuneless singing when he cleaned up the desks. No more listening to the witty banters between my colleagues. No more media monitoring rush like there's no tomorrow. No more summary reviews where Mr. America and UN Madame hover over Ms. British, waiting to be yelled at (internal joke). No more Starbucks sessions in the afternoon, skipping works. No more lounging in the meeting room and gossip about others.
We had a farewell dinner at the skydining place; it was good.
But still :(
Well. There is the advantage of waking up late into the noon.
But I get bored really easily =S
Hey on another, happier, note, I got the part-time job at the bookstore :D So yay! And tomorrow, if anything goes smooth, I'm gonna have dinner with the girls. So it's all just getting better. Amin.
All I've been doing for the past two days is eat. My mom loves it when the house is full, so she just keeps cooking and cooking like you wouldn't believe. Tsk.
I've been missing things. Hmmm. And people.
It's been such a long time since I met my high school friends. >:(
I'm in the mood to pour out something, but I don't know what it is. Can you tell? My writing style has been distant and kind of forced, hasn't it?
I've been missing things.
Seriously, I never expected to feel sad when I'm done with it. No more meeting my train people. No more arriving at the office when it was still eerily quiet. No more listening to the office boy's tuneless singing when he cleaned up the desks. No more listening to the witty banters between my colleagues. No more media monitoring rush like there's no tomorrow. No more summary reviews where Mr. America and UN Madame hover over Ms. British, waiting to be yelled at (internal joke). No more Starbucks sessions in the afternoon, skipping works. No more lounging in the meeting room and gossip about others.
We had a farewell dinner at the skydining place; it was good.
But still :(
Well. There is the advantage of waking up late into the noon.
But I get bored really easily =S
Hey on another, happier, note, I got the part-time job at the bookstore :D So yay! And tomorrow, if anything goes smooth, I'm gonna have dinner with the girls. So it's all just getting better. Amin.
All I've been doing for the past two days is eat. My mom loves it when the house is full, so she just keeps cooking and cooking like you wouldn't believe. Tsk.
I've been missing things. Hmmm. And people.
It's been such a long time since I met my high school friends. >:(
I'm in the mood to pour out something, but I don't know what it is. Can you tell? My writing style has been distant and kind of forced, hasn't it?
I've been missing things.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
in the mood to write
This is my last Thursday at B-M.
:(
Anyways.....
What a rainy morning today! I was riding the train as usual and luckily I brought my umbrella. But stiiilll I ruined my shoes because by the time I got on my office's lobby, water filled my shoes and literally they make a squish, squish sound when I walked hahaha I felt like a huge loser. I wanted to laugh but restrained myself, to prevent other people from thinking that I'm completely losing it.
It was still a good day, though :D
We had a staff meeting and the company's Asia Pacific CEO was doing a rare dropping-by in Jakarta this week, hence the staff dinner at Kembang Goela last night and today's staff lunch at the office.
I, of course, took a picture with him.
See, this is my problem. Always have been and always will be: getting too sentimental over stuff. You may call it dramatic, which I hereby claim that I am. I get too attached with my workplace, darn it. How to unattach myself from things like that -does anyone have any idea? Because I don't :( Not at the slighest. I got too attached to my high school class, college years..argh!
Well it's time for me to go home; will write later tomorrow.
I'm planning to hold a farewell dinner tomorrow , let's hope I won't shed any tears necause that would be downright embarassing; yes, even for me.
:(
Anyways.....
What a rainy morning today! I was riding the train as usual and luckily I brought my umbrella. But stiiilll I ruined my shoes because by the time I got on my office's lobby, water filled my shoes and literally they make a squish, squish sound when I walked hahaha I felt like a huge loser. I wanted to laugh but restrained myself, to prevent other people from thinking that I'm completely losing it.
It was still a good day, though :D
We had a staff meeting and the company's Asia Pacific CEO was doing a rare dropping-by in Jakarta this week, hence the staff dinner at Kembang Goela last night and today's staff lunch at the office.
I, of course, took a picture with him.
See, this is my problem. Always have been and always will be: getting too sentimental over stuff. You may call it dramatic, which I hereby claim that I am. I get too attached with my workplace, darn it. How to unattach myself from things like that -does anyone have any idea? Because I don't :( Not at the slighest. I got too attached to my high school class, college years..argh!
Well it's time for me to go home; will write later tomorrow.
I'm planning to hold a farewell dinner tomorrow , let's hope I won't shed any tears necause that would be downright embarassing; yes, even for me.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Cloudy day
This is my last Wednesday in the office.
How the heck could four months have flown by so fast? I thought it was just yesterday that I learned how to get acquainted with my Outlook account. Jeez.
So, today I had an interview with a local bookstore for a part-time job starting June. To be honest, I am not certain about the results. It was all very sudden, haha,I got the call last night and had to come to Kemang this morning. Shoot.
Wish me luck :)
By the way, I really hate those crappy disguised companies in FB offering jobs. One of my friends fell into the trap. The company's name is Wipowell or something; they pretend that they're looking for PR, interns accepted, but it turns out they're some stock-trading company or some equally useless sort. It really makes me angry. And a few days ago, I opened my Facebook to see this:
D'Magnifique Keysersouze
Dinda,,,R u interested to be a Public Relation(PR)? …Fulltime…Part time…Freelance…or Magang(internship) utk yg msh kuliah…Gud income lho n great experiences lho,,,,,,,,:o)
What a buttwipe.
This was my reply:
Hai,
Of course I'm interested to be a PR. Just not in your company.
Regards,
Dinda.
I hope they got the message. I really hate companies like that, seriously. How stupid do they think I am? Looking for PR, or some sales/marketing slave that gets commission whenever I manage to get a client? And do you think by changing your name, I wouldn't track your history down?
(And don't you dare try to suck my friends in, you brainless tool. )
Anyways. I am off to do another task now. Staff dinner tonight, hoope it's gonna be a good one.
Cheerios, amigos.
How the heck could four months have flown by so fast? I thought it was just yesterday that I learned how to get acquainted with my Outlook account. Jeez.
So, today I had an interview with a local bookstore for a part-time job starting June. To be honest, I am not certain about the results. It was all very sudden, haha,I got the call last night and had to come to Kemang this morning. Shoot.
Wish me luck :)
By the way, I really hate those crappy disguised companies in FB offering jobs. One of my friends fell into the trap. The company's name is Wipowell or something; they pretend that they're looking for PR, interns accepted, but it turns out they're some stock-trading company or some equally useless sort. It really makes me angry. And a few days ago, I opened my Facebook to see this:
D'Magnifique Keysersouze
Dinda,,,R u interested to be a Public Relation(PR)? …Fulltime…Part time…Freelance…or Magang(internship) utk yg msh kuliah…Gud income lho n great experiences lho,,,,,,,,:o)
What a buttwipe.
This was my reply:
Hai,
Of course I'm interested to be a PR. Just not in your company.
Regards,
Dinda.
I hope they got the message. I really hate companies like that, seriously. How stupid do they think I am? Looking for PR, or some sales/marketing slave that gets commission whenever I manage to get a client? And do you think by changing your name, I wouldn't track your history down?
(And don't you dare try to suck my friends in, you brainless tool. )
Anyways. I am off to do another task now. Staff dinner tonight, hoope it's gonna be a good one.
Cheerios, amigos.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
nice sunday
Peppered crackers and mayo tuna spread are the best combination ever invented. Even better than PB & J. Better than Oreo bscuits and its fillings.
Go try it.
I can't write much- my dog's been circling me with her nose up in the air, trying to lcoate where the delicious tuna scent comes from.
Doesn't she know I don't share foods?
Go try it.
I can't write much- my dog's been circling me with her nose up in the air, trying to lcoate where the delicious tuna scent comes from.
Doesn't she know I don't share foods?
Friday, May 8, 2009
happy three friends?
Weeks ago, there was a new girl at the train. She looked like a doll, literally, like a porcelain doll or some sort, which is probably why all the low-life kind of men were leering at her. I always took notice whenever there was someone new at the train, right, and I noticed her because she was so chirpy with the street sellers at the station- which I find impressive.
So I met her almost everyday and one day we sat across from one another and saw her talking nicely with an old woman and I thought to myself, I think I could be friends with this girl. I often experience that kind of insights, haha; I could tell when I can or cannot be friends with someone.
Today, we stood next to each other and suddenly she turned to me and said, "You're a regular here, aren't you?"
I have found a new train friend.
I excitedly said yes and said that I saw her most of the times, too. She said that she recognized me because I have great hair. Crazy woman. :D But that only proves that she's kind of weird, so we probably will get along fine.
To make long story short, in the first ten minutes of our very alive chat, we know where each other lives, works/interns, marital status, family matters, exchanged names, numbers, and Facebook accounts. She's got two kids already-I was in shock! You'd understand if you see how young she is. In those first minutes we talked about the same strange people on train and how she loved to socialize and make new friends, thats why she always talked to the street sellers and street musicians- because she thinks they feel lonely.
We totally hit it off!
So I'm kind of sad that I'm gonna be finished with my internship here for two things: B-M itself, and my train family.
I introduced the girl to Nice Old Fella (whose real name I just learned today, shame on me ) and together, I think we form a good team. This makes riding the train so much less boring, yay!
Let me ask Mr. Hibachi to join in later. He seemed to be listening to our conversation from day to day anyway.
So that was my train update; I've arrived at the office way too early so I have spare time to kill before the newspapers swallow me. I'm in a such better mood today, thank God.
Have a good Friday, everyone! :)
So I met her almost everyday and one day we sat across from one another and saw her talking nicely with an old woman and I thought to myself, I think I could be friends with this girl. I often experience that kind of insights, haha; I could tell when I can or cannot be friends with someone.
Today, we stood next to each other and suddenly she turned to me and said, "You're a regular here, aren't you?"
I have found a new train friend.
I excitedly said yes and said that I saw her most of the times, too. She said that she recognized me because I have great hair. Crazy woman. :D But that only proves that she's kind of weird, so we probably will get along fine.
To make long story short, in the first ten minutes of our very alive chat, we know where each other lives, works/interns, marital status, family matters, exchanged names, numbers, and Facebook accounts. She's got two kids already-I was in shock! You'd understand if you see how young she is. In those first minutes we talked about the same strange people on train and how she loved to socialize and make new friends, thats why she always talked to the street sellers and street musicians- because she thinks they feel lonely.
We totally hit it off!
So I'm kind of sad that I'm gonna be finished with my internship here for two things: B-M itself, and my train family.
I introduced the girl to Nice Old Fella (whose real name I just learned today, shame on me ) and together, I think we form a good team. This makes riding the train so much less boring, yay!
Let me ask Mr. Hibachi to join in later. He seemed to be listening to our conversation from day to day anyway.
So that was my train update; I've arrived at the office way too early so I have spare time to kill before the newspapers swallow me. I'm in a such better mood today, thank God.
Have a good Friday, everyone! :)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
a special note
Here's the deal. I will make this oh so very simple, seeing as this might be hard to understand for some people.
Ready? Here we go.
When you make a mistake, you apologize.
That's it.
I don't know why it is so hard for some people to get it through their thick heads. It's simple, really - the word starts with S and ends with Y. Comprende?
Me, I have no problem apologizing. Every morning I apologize to strangers, be it silently or saying it out loud. I apologize when I step on their toes. I apologize to the newspaper boys at the train station for refusing to buy the paper over and over again and therefore not helping with their income. No offense, I say quietly, but I do media monitoring at the office so I eat those newspapers for breakfast every morning.
If there's another thing I don't like, aside from unsweetened iced tea, it's when people don't respect me. I do something that helps you, you say thank you. You make mistakes that hurt my feelings, you apologize. Do I have to spell that out? Will that help to make you understand better? The stupidest, most idiotic kind of peeople are those who make the same mistakes over and over again and still refusing to apologize because they don't think they're wrong. Are you testing my patience, really?
You'd better not.
I find it hard to dislike other people actually. I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. i like making other people happy and I love to help them out in any way I can. So when you're on my "black list", then probably you did something so mind-numbingly stupid. This applies to everyone-no matter how close you are with me. Because then again, if we're really that close, then you wouldn't dare make the same mistakes all over again. Not with me, you wouldn't.
So if from now on, if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me, please do the right thing. And if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me but I ended up saying sorry anyway and you still don't get the idea? Well then we probably have been wasting time knowing each other.
Please keep in mind that it is a thoroughly nice feeling to be respected. So get over yourself and do the same for other people for once, okay?
Thank you for your kindest, undivided, most understanding attention.
Ready? Here we go.
When you make a mistake, you apologize.
That's it.
I don't know why it is so hard for some people to get it through their thick heads. It's simple, really - the word starts with S and ends with Y. Comprende?
Me, I have no problem apologizing. Every morning I apologize to strangers, be it silently or saying it out loud. I apologize when I step on their toes. I apologize to the newspaper boys at the train station for refusing to buy the paper over and over again and therefore not helping with their income. No offense, I say quietly, but I do media monitoring at the office so I eat those newspapers for breakfast every morning.
If there's another thing I don't like, aside from unsweetened iced tea, it's when people don't respect me. I do something that helps you, you say thank you. You make mistakes that hurt my feelings, you apologize. Do I have to spell that out? Will that help to make you understand better? The stupidest, most idiotic kind of peeople are those who make the same mistakes over and over again and still refusing to apologize because they don't think they're wrong. Are you testing my patience, really?
You'd better not.
I find it hard to dislike other people actually. I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. i like making other people happy and I love to help them out in any way I can. So when you're on my "black list", then probably you did something so mind-numbingly stupid. This applies to everyone-no matter how close you are with me. Because then again, if we're really that close, then you wouldn't dare make the same mistakes all over again. Not with me, you wouldn't.
So if from now on, if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me, please do the right thing. And if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me but I ended up saying sorry anyway and you still don't get the idea? Well then we probably have been wasting time knowing each other.
Please keep in mind that it is a thoroughly nice feeling to be respected. So get over yourself and do the same for other people for once, okay?
Thank you for your kindest, undivided, most understanding attention.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
you're all that I have
My eyes are killing me.
My right eye is brightly red, while the left one is perfectly white. I'm like a psychotic husky, I'm telling you. The gripping, dramatical fear that I was about to go blind happened again this morning when I woke up. :D
I couldn't really open my eyes when I took a bath.
Nice.
I don't wanna go to schoooooool tomorrow argh I'm not in the mood! Because tomorrow I won't meet my fwends :( I miss them. I need those routine dinners.
By the way , I loved last weekend. It was a whole Sunday of sleeping and eating--well actually since Saturday, when my mom went crazy and cooked everything. Let me see, we had sloppy joe, croquette, bitterballen, and hainan chicken rice for the weekend, simply because my mom "felt like cooking it." The happiest team was of course, Nugi and my sister's boyfriend who chomped down everything as if they'd just returned back from war or something.
So last weekend I watched Xmen Origins: Wolverine and completely in awe of the cast. The men, I mean. I love that Ryan Reynolds played Deadpool- he was as usual witty and charming.
Taylor Kitsch as the card-playing master (Gambit?) was also not a disappointment and mostlyyyyy I adored the guy who played Agent Zero. He's half British, half American and Half Korean (don't laugh. Wait until you see him in the movie.) His real name is Daniel Henney. ;)
Well, aside from my eyes being one-red and one-white, what's new? How was your weekend?
Australia, anyone? Cooking school? :) Anyone aboard? I haven't even told my mom about it; only my closest ones know. I mean, can you imagine getting a diploma for pattiserie?!
(Here we go again.)
Ookay then I'm off to type something; will be back later. Hopefully with a better eye condition.
My right eye is brightly red, while the left one is perfectly white. I'm like a psychotic husky, I'm telling you. The gripping, dramatical fear that I was about to go blind happened again this morning when I woke up. :D
I couldn't really open my eyes when I took a bath.
Nice.
I don't wanna go to schoooooool tomorrow argh I'm not in the mood! Because tomorrow I won't meet my fwends :( I miss them. I need those routine dinners.
By the way , I loved last weekend. It was a whole Sunday of sleeping and eating--well actually since Saturday, when my mom went crazy and cooked everything. Let me see, we had sloppy joe, croquette, bitterballen, and hainan chicken rice for the weekend, simply because my mom "felt like cooking it." The happiest team was of course, Nugi and my sister's boyfriend who chomped down everything as if they'd just returned back from war or something.
So last weekend I watched Xmen Origins: Wolverine and completely in awe of the cast. The men, I mean. I love that Ryan Reynolds played Deadpool- he was as usual witty and charming.
Taylor Kitsch as the card-playing master (Gambit?) was also not a disappointment and mostlyyyyy I adored the guy who played Agent Zero. He's half British, half American and Half Korean (don't laugh. Wait until you see him in the movie.) His real name is Daniel Henney. ;)
Well, aside from my eyes being one-red and one-white, what's new? How was your weekend?
Australia, anyone? Cooking school? :) Anyone aboard? I haven't even told my mom about it; only my closest ones know. I mean, can you imagine getting a diploma for pattiserie?!
(Here we go again.)
Ookay then I'm off to type something; will be back later. Hopefully with a better eye condition.
Friday, May 1, 2009
hello, mr angliss.
Life just gets better every day.
Thanks to my colleague who visited this blog (*wink) I have now completely lost my sanity and cannot think about anything other than culinary schools.
Turns out that there's another school I should check out, and my, if this is possible, it's even better than the cordon blue below. I mean, they're the same bascially but there is a slight difference in courses. And the William Angliss Institute offers one thing I've been dreaming about: a combined major of patisserie and restaurant management.
Crazy stuff.
And there's one course that stands out the most from the school; it's something I've never heard before: Resort Management.
!!!!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!
This is my kind of heaven. Back in jr.high I used to daydream with one of my besties that one day we'd have an island where I can manage the hotels and resorts and she could deal with the architectures and buldings :)
So anyway. This is the list of courses that attracts me the most:
Certificate II in Hospitality
(Kitchen Operations)
Semester One
Semester one gives you a basic
understanding of: customer relations in
hospitality, presentations, health, safety,
security and hygiene procedures, patisserie
production of hot and cold desserts, pastries,
and yeast goods, presenting food, kitchen
supplies, basic cookery, and organisation
and preparation of food.
Certificate III in Hospitality
(Patisserie)
Semester Two
Semester two gives you a broad understanding
of subjects in the areas of: financial
interpretation, safety and security, bakery and
patisserie products, decoration of cakes and
cookies, gateaux, torte, cakes, and petit fours,
and stock control and supervision.
Certificate IV in Hospitality
(Patisserie)
Semester Three
This semester gives you a basic understanding
of: patisserie budgeting, quality control,
compliance, chocolate production, coffee shop
planning, liquor studies, and sweets production
such as marzipan, sugar work displays, and
sweets buffets and showpieces.
Duration 1.5 years
Total Fees A$21,000
Diploma of Hospitality –
Specialising in Patisserie
Semester Four
This qualification gives you a broad
understanding of hospitality management
skills and knowledge, and also explores, in
substantial depth, theoretical concepts relating
to business operations; hospitality budgeting;
workplace diversity; legal knowledge for
business; rostering staff; and hospitality
service and quality.
Duration 2 years
Total Fees A$27,600
That's just crazy feces, I tell you.
I am really interested in the Certificate IV - 1,5 years for AUD 21,000.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhh.
.....So how's everyone doing? :) Hope you've had a good week.
You know what, I don't care. Sorry. But I can't concentrate on anything except these schools !! The Angliss one is located in Victoria, Melb by the way. And they have Coffee Academy. And their own cafes. And...well the list is endless, just go to their official site.
Arghhhh I hate this. Hopefully these past two posts could be useful for you guys as well.
Now now, let's hope I could go there someday, yes ? :)
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Thanks to my colleague who visited this blog (*wink) I have now completely lost my sanity and cannot think about anything other than culinary schools.
Turns out that there's another school I should check out, and my, if this is possible, it's even better than the cordon blue below. I mean, they're the same bascially but there is a slight difference in courses. And the William Angliss Institute offers one thing I've been dreaming about: a combined major of patisserie and restaurant management.
Crazy stuff.
And there's one course that stands out the most from the school; it's something I've never heard before: Resort Management.
!!!!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!
This is my kind of heaven. Back in jr.high I used to daydream with one of my besties that one day we'd have an island where I can manage the hotels and resorts and she could deal with the architectures and buldings :)
So anyway. This is the list of courses that attracts me the most:
Certificate II in Hospitality
(Kitchen Operations)
Semester One
Semester one gives you a basic
understanding of: customer relations in
hospitality, presentations, health, safety,
security and hygiene procedures, patisserie
production of hot and cold desserts, pastries,
and yeast goods, presenting food, kitchen
supplies, basic cookery, and organisation
and preparation of food.
Certificate III in Hospitality
(Patisserie)
Semester Two
Semester two gives you a broad understanding
of subjects in the areas of: financial
interpretation, safety and security, bakery and
patisserie products, decoration of cakes and
cookies, gateaux, torte, cakes, and petit fours,
and stock control and supervision.
Certificate IV in Hospitality
(Patisserie)
Semester Three
This semester gives you a basic understanding
of: patisserie budgeting, quality control,
compliance, chocolate production, coffee shop
planning, liquor studies, and sweets production
such as marzipan, sugar work displays, and
sweets buffets and showpieces.
Duration 1.5 years
Total Fees A$21,000
Diploma of Hospitality –
Specialising in Patisserie
Semester Four
This qualification gives you a broad
understanding of hospitality management
skills and knowledge, and also explores, in
substantial depth, theoretical concepts relating
to business operations; hospitality budgeting;
workplace diversity; legal knowledge for
business; rostering staff; and hospitality
service and quality.
Duration 2 years
Total Fees A$27,600
That's just crazy feces, I tell you.
I am really interested in the Certificate IV - 1,5 years for AUD 21,000.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhh.
.....So how's everyone doing? :) Hope you've had a good week.
You know what, I don't care. Sorry. But I can't concentrate on anything except these schools !! The Angliss one is located in Victoria, Melb by the way. And they have Coffee Academy. And their own cafes. And...well the list is endless, just go to their official site.
Arghhhh I hate this. Hopefully these past two posts could be useful for you guys as well.
Now now, let's hope I could go there someday, yes ? :)
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
g'day then mate! :D
There was a newscaster in my train yesterday.
I can't even begin to tell you how weird it was- I was dying from laughter on the inside. The woman wore a uniform, carried a mic and just started reading political and finance news out of the blue, greeting the passengers as the new ones hopped on and said goodbye to those who stepped down.
But hey, gotta appreciate the courage and efforts, right?
;)
So guess what, I found one of my wishlist books yesterday, yay!! In case you didn't notice, you ignoramus, I made a wishlist there in the left part of this blog and I found The Mysterious Benedict Society, hooray! And I didn't find it actually-my sister did. Yayyy :*
I only read the first few pages but I like it already :D Again, if you know me well enough, I might even lend you the book.
By the way, something kinda funny happened today. Remember how I've been craving for a culinary school? On the train this morning I chatted with Nice Old Fella and oh so suddenly he talked about his nephew, who was studying hospitlaity & culinary in Australia.
Talk about fate. Or something.
So he went on, cheerily talking about how proud he is of his nephew while I listened in envy with my jaw on the floor. So turned out that the nephew's only like 18 and he enrolled in New South Wales's Le Cordon Bleu. I finally told Nice Old Fella about how much I've been dreaming of it and he said, wisely, that I should just pursue it because of my youth and that I have my whole life ahead of me. He told me that now that nephew of his could serve pastries of all kinds at family gatherings and how he was recruited with a few good hotels in Aussie so he doesn't wanna go back here. Lucky little feces.
So of course, being me, I googled the school and, well, I'm hooked. I'm completely, utterly hooked by Le Cordon Bleu and not only because of their prestiges and collaborations, but by their course subjects. Check this out:
Le Cordon Bleu Professional Culinary Management Program
The focus of the Professional Culinary Management or the Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme Avançé de Gestion Culinaire is specifically geared to the international culinary industry. For those wishing to succeed within it, the knowledge and skills embedded in the Advanced Diploma complement the passion, drive and commitment required to reach the top professionally.
This innovative Le Cordon Bleu two years & three months (2.3 years) culinary management Advanced Diploma offers comprehensive training in either Cuisine or Pâtisserie. Underpinned with 12 months of academic studies in the fundamentals of front line management, this course is considered a world leader in culinary education.
The Professional Culinary Management Program builds on successful completion of the Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme Program / Certificate III in Hospitality (Commercial Cookery or Pâtisserie).
or
Sydney Campus - Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme de Pâtisserie
Description: A vigorous and exciting course, the Le Cordon Bleu Diplome de Patisserie encompasses Le Cordon Bleu's Basic, Intermediate and Superior Patisserie courses, allowing students to master the techniques of classic patisserie while being introduced to all aspects of the kitchen.
The course progressively teaches the student to prepare a wide selection of cakes served in restaurants, patisserie shops and tearooms, through to classic and contemporary French desserts using advanced techniques in chocolate and sugar work.
Please be aware from our July intake the course will be 1.3years in length as the Superior Cuisine has a 6month work experience component attached.
Prerequisites : Applicants must be at least 18 years of age at time of course commencement
School leaver- Satisfactory completion of Year 11 is required or equivalent interstate/overseas secondary education.
International entry- Minimum of General IELTS 5.5 with no band score below 5 or recommendation for direct entry from a Le Cordon Bleu recognised English language provider.
All dates are in the format 'mm/dd/yyyy'
07/16/2009 - 04/21/2010
Tuition: AUD 25,000.00
Courses that make up this diploma :
Basic Patisserie: 2009 - Term 3 - Session 1 (07/16/2009 - 09/26/2009)Intermediate Patisserie: 2009 - Term 4 - Session 1 (10/06/2009 - 12/16/2009)
Superior Patisserie: 2010 - Term 1 - Session 1 (01/26/2010 - 04/21/2010)
I have died and gone to culinary heaven.
Getting a diploma on patisseries!??! Are you kidding me????? I highlighted the most appealing things to me , as you can see.
It's AUD 25,000 for 9 months- which bank do you think I should visit with a rifle gun and an empty sack? But that 9 months extended into 1,3 yrs during July intake because there's a 6-months work experience, it said. And from what I've browsed around the website, it is a paid work experience. Wow.
God I want this. I want the second one more. I almost never wanted anything so bad- I mean, academically. I don't know why but I have a feeling I could do it, one day.
Somehow.
Amin.
I hate it when people say "well you don't always have to get what you want, right?" I think that's a pathetic way of thinking. Of course I have to get what I want, as long as it's for a good cause - that's part of the reason why I live! That's part of the excitement, the challenge of life. (Maybe you won't know that because you're such a boring person. Boo.)
Credits for http://www.cordonbleu.edu/, by the way.
I will not be able to stop talking about this, so be prepared. This is me all worked up, me in love; this is me when I'm too obsessed with something.
I WANT TO GO THERE !!!
I can't even begin to tell you how weird it was- I was dying from laughter on the inside. The woman wore a uniform, carried a mic and just started reading political and finance news out of the blue, greeting the passengers as the new ones hopped on and said goodbye to those who stepped down.
But hey, gotta appreciate the courage and efforts, right?
;)
So guess what, I found one of my wishlist books yesterday, yay!! In case you didn't notice, you ignoramus, I made a wishlist there in the left part of this blog and I found The Mysterious Benedict Society, hooray! And I didn't find it actually-my sister did. Yayyy :*
I only read the first few pages but I like it already :D Again, if you know me well enough, I might even lend you the book.
By the way, something kinda funny happened today. Remember how I've been craving for a culinary school? On the train this morning I chatted with Nice Old Fella and oh so suddenly he talked about his nephew, who was studying hospitlaity & culinary in Australia.
Talk about fate. Or something.
So he went on, cheerily talking about how proud he is of his nephew while I listened in envy with my jaw on the floor. So turned out that the nephew's only like 18 and he enrolled in New South Wales's Le Cordon Bleu. I finally told Nice Old Fella about how much I've been dreaming of it and he said, wisely, that I should just pursue it because of my youth and that I have my whole life ahead of me. He told me that now that nephew of his could serve pastries of all kinds at family gatherings and how he was recruited with a few good hotels in Aussie so he doesn't wanna go back here. Lucky little feces.
So of course, being me, I googled the school and, well, I'm hooked. I'm completely, utterly hooked by Le Cordon Bleu and not only because of their prestiges and collaborations, but by their course subjects. Check this out:
Le Cordon Bleu Professional Culinary Management Program
The focus of the Professional Culinary Management or the Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme Avançé de Gestion Culinaire is specifically geared to the international culinary industry. For those wishing to succeed within it, the knowledge and skills embedded in the Advanced Diploma complement the passion, drive and commitment required to reach the top professionally.
This innovative Le Cordon Bleu two years & three months (2.3 years) culinary management Advanced Diploma offers comprehensive training in either Cuisine or Pâtisserie. Underpinned with 12 months of academic studies in the fundamentals of front line management, this course is considered a world leader in culinary education.
The Professional Culinary Management Program builds on successful completion of the Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme Program / Certificate III in Hospitality (Commercial Cookery or Pâtisserie).
or
Sydney Campus - Le Cordon Bleu Diplôme de Pâtisserie
Description: A vigorous and exciting course, the Le Cordon Bleu Diplome de Patisserie encompasses Le Cordon Bleu's Basic, Intermediate and Superior Patisserie courses, allowing students to master the techniques of classic patisserie while being introduced to all aspects of the kitchen.
The course progressively teaches the student to prepare a wide selection of cakes served in restaurants, patisserie shops and tearooms, through to classic and contemporary French desserts using advanced techniques in chocolate and sugar work.
Please be aware from our July intake the course will be 1.3years in length as the Superior Cuisine has a 6month work experience component attached.
Prerequisites : Applicants must be at least 18 years of age at time of course commencement
School leaver- Satisfactory completion of Year 11 is required or equivalent interstate/overseas secondary education.
International entry- Minimum of General IELTS 5.5 with no band score below 5 or recommendation for direct entry from a Le Cordon Bleu recognised English language provider.
All dates are in the format 'mm/dd/yyyy'
07/16/2009 - 04/21/2010
Tuition: AUD 25,000.00
Courses that make up this diploma :
Basic Patisserie: 2009 - Term 3 - Session 1 (07/16/2009 - 09/26/2009)Intermediate Patisserie: 2009 - Term 4 - Session 1 (10/06/2009 - 12/16/2009)
Superior Patisserie: 2010 - Term 1 - Session 1 (01/26/2010 - 04/21/2010)
I have died and gone to culinary heaven.
Getting a diploma on patisseries!??! Are you kidding me????? I highlighted the most appealing things to me , as you can see.
It's AUD 25,000 for 9 months- which bank do you think I should visit with a rifle gun and an empty sack? But that 9 months extended into 1,3 yrs during July intake because there's a 6-months work experience, it said. And from what I've browsed around the website, it is a paid work experience. Wow.
God I want this. I want the second one more. I almost never wanted anything so bad- I mean, academically. I don't know why but I have a feeling I could do it, one day.
Somehow.
Amin.
I hate it when people say "well you don't always have to get what you want, right?" I think that's a pathetic way of thinking. Of course I have to get what I want, as long as it's for a good cause - that's part of the reason why I live! That's part of the excitement, the challenge of life. (Maybe you won't know that because you're such a boring person. Boo.)
Credits for http://www.cordonbleu.edu/, by the way.
I will not be able to stop talking about this, so be prepared. This is me all worked up, me in love; this is me when I'm too obsessed with something.
I WANT TO GO THERE !!!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
who will be my five people, then ?
Hello, dorklings. What's new?
I wanna run to the bookstore and grab a copy of Tuesdays with Morrie. I can't wait to read it. I'm discussing The Five People with Illa who's in the middle of finishing the book, and as our discussion grew , I realized I like the book even more.
So basically the story's about Eddie, an old guy who works at the pier. The first chapter of the book is titled "The End", which might confuse you but as the author wrote, all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
So the book opens with Eddie's death and how he travels to heaven to find five people that somehow, indirectly, have touched his life when he was alive. The saddest one was when he met his long-deceased wife, of course.
The point is, according to this author , when we die, we have five people waiting for us. That's the idea. We don't even have to wait til we die; right now, there are five dead people residing in heaven getting in line, waiting to meet us and explain to us how they affected our lives once. The funny thing is, those people aren't likely to be your dad or mom or sis or brother. It's the kind of people who you never thought you'd meet but when they explain why, you'd see the connecting dots that somehow, some way, they did have an impact in your life.
What a great storyline, yes?
Especially compared to my old obsession of Gossip Girls or Au Pairs haha.
Shoot (or shall I say, feces) - I got a new task.
Write later!
I wanna run to the bookstore and grab a copy of Tuesdays with Morrie. I can't wait to read it. I'm discussing The Five People with Illa who's in the middle of finishing the book, and as our discussion grew , I realized I like the book even more.
So basically the story's about Eddie, an old guy who works at the pier. The first chapter of the book is titled "The End", which might confuse you but as the author wrote, all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
So the book opens with Eddie's death and how he travels to heaven to find five people that somehow, indirectly, have touched his life when he was alive. The saddest one was when he met his long-deceased wife, of course.
The point is, according to this author , when we die, we have five people waiting for us. That's the idea. We don't even have to wait til we die; right now, there are five dead people residing in heaven getting in line, waiting to meet us and explain to us how they affected our lives once. The funny thing is, those people aren't likely to be your dad or mom or sis or brother. It's the kind of people who you never thought you'd meet but when they explain why, you'd see the connecting dots that somehow, some way, they did have an impact in your life.
What a great storyline, yes?
Especially compared to my old obsession of Gossip Girls or Au Pairs haha.
Shoot (or shall I say, feces) - I got a new task.
Write later!
Monday, April 27, 2009
passion, anyone ?
I've finished reading The Five People last night.
It was good. It was, as I said before, full of beautiful quotes. I will post them later - I have one particular quote I love the most. The book was also sad, though. Now I wanna read Tuesdays With Morrie.
By the way, the other night I watched Oprah. It featured young millionaires and stuff but the point was, people really succeed when you find yourself doing something you love, and not for the money. The happiest kind of people is those who continue doing something they're really passionate in; then it will flow from there.
Wow - Oprah and Mitch Albom all in one day.
Anyways, accidentally, today at campus I met Tania and we had a brief lunch and we discussed bout life after college.
Which really, really made me think.
I mean, Oprah and those people were actually right. I don't wanna do something because it results in huge amount of cash. I wanna do something I really like; the one I really enjoy doing.
I wanna be 50 and be able to say, "You know what, I loved my job." I wouldn't care about the money it makes because as long as you're passionate about something, then you'll get the best result there is. So me and Tania talked about what we were really raging for. For her, it's fashion marketing stuff; how she regret not enrolling in a fashion business school and at UPH instead. Bingo- the big R word.
I don't wanna feel regret. I hate that feeling. So now Tania's wishing for a fashion school or courses after she graduates. Another friend of mine has also known what she wants to do: open a dance studio. Another one is now also doing EO stuff and it's looking quite good.
What about me?
I realized that there are two things that I'm always passionate about: foods, and children. After my last leadership class today, I was so moved by the videos of poverty-stricken children my lecturer showed in class and I so badly wanted to open a foundation that houses the poor kids in the street. Seriously. But of course not now- I don't even have the money or the people for it.
As for foods, well, my mom loved to cook and I think I inherit the passion for foods from her. The difference is, I can't cook. Haha.
I figured that I can always build a foundation when I'm older. But for my "life after college", I want to open a restaurant. Here, good. Abroad, even better. I told you in previous posts before how much I wanna do this; but I don't think you understand how bad I want it.
Back in fifth semester, we had a PR Writing class. To this day, it's still one of my fav subjects ever. We were told to make a false company and be the PR for it; make press kits and stuff. I was ecstatic when my group decided to make a Spanish restaurant- it was located in Kemang and we held events and stuff :D it's all make-believe, of course, but still I did it so very thoroughly because I loved it. I loved every bit of that class.
Aside from that, I also like advertising. But only the copywriting part- I love stringing sentences together and awe others. The lucky thing is, I'm enrolled as a communication major. That connects to everything. I could even double as the restaurant's PR, right. I mean, what if I decided to study like Engineering or something? :S What will I do then, you know.
So, I think I'm serious about that culinary school. I don't care if you say that's unimportant and useless; if I don't end up getting my dreams to open a restaurant, then at least I will be able to serve foods other than fried rice and fried noodles to my kids.
How 'bout that? >:)
It's gonna be tough, I know. And the thing is, first, I don't know a good culinary school here or abroad. Well surely Switzerland has the best ones but come on-that's too much for a beginner, no? Unless I get a scholarship or something.
Tell me if I'm being unrealistic here, but I wanna reach it all before thirty. By then, I wanna be settled with a family (and twins for kids, please? :D) and I wanna be someone my kids can look up to. They'll be able to learn that people should still have fun while working, too. That when they grow up they're inspired to follow their dreams as well. By then, I wanna have a nice job that I can be proud of because it is my dream; not because the big bucks it makes. The question is, am I brave enough to do that? To prioritize my actual hope and dreams and not money? Because we do need money every once in a while, eventually. I don't wanna cave in, but I also don't know if I can do that.
That's the coward-ish side of me that I loathe.
I'll have to continue this post later, seeing as I don't wanna bore you to tears and thus preventing you from visiting this blog again. And besides, I'm so tired that my eyes are seeing funny things now, haha. I need those eyedrops.
That's just something to mull on, peoples. Are you really doing something out of passion or are you still waiting for that egg to hatch?
Let me know. And if you've suceeded in it, please tell me how to conquer the fear and how to just follow your guts and hearts instead.
It was good. It was, as I said before, full of beautiful quotes. I will post them later - I have one particular quote I love the most. The book was also sad, though. Now I wanna read Tuesdays With Morrie.
By the way, the other night I watched Oprah. It featured young millionaires and stuff but the point was, people really succeed when you find yourself doing something you love, and not for the money. The happiest kind of people is those who continue doing something they're really passionate in; then it will flow from there.
Wow - Oprah and Mitch Albom all in one day.
Anyways, accidentally, today at campus I met Tania and we had a brief lunch and we discussed bout life after college.
Which really, really made me think.
I mean, Oprah and those people were actually right. I don't wanna do something because it results in huge amount of cash. I wanna do something I really like; the one I really enjoy doing.
I wanna be 50 and be able to say, "You know what, I loved my job." I wouldn't care about the money it makes because as long as you're passionate about something, then you'll get the best result there is. So me and Tania talked about what we were really raging for. For her, it's fashion marketing stuff; how she regret not enrolling in a fashion business school and at UPH instead. Bingo- the big R word.
I don't wanna feel regret. I hate that feeling. So now Tania's wishing for a fashion school or courses after she graduates. Another friend of mine has also known what she wants to do: open a dance studio. Another one is now also doing EO stuff and it's looking quite good.
What about me?
I realized that there are two things that I'm always passionate about: foods, and children. After my last leadership class today, I was so moved by the videos of poverty-stricken children my lecturer showed in class and I so badly wanted to open a foundation that houses the poor kids in the street. Seriously. But of course not now- I don't even have the money or the people for it.
As for foods, well, my mom loved to cook and I think I inherit the passion for foods from her. The difference is, I can't cook. Haha.
I figured that I can always build a foundation when I'm older. But for my "life after college", I want to open a restaurant. Here, good. Abroad, even better. I told you in previous posts before how much I wanna do this; but I don't think you understand how bad I want it.
Back in fifth semester, we had a PR Writing class. To this day, it's still one of my fav subjects ever. We were told to make a false company and be the PR for it; make press kits and stuff. I was ecstatic when my group decided to make a Spanish restaurant- it was located in Kemang and we held events and stuff :D it's all make-believe, of course, but still I did it so very thoroughly because I loved it. I loved every bit of that class.
Aside from that, I also like advertising. But only the copywriting part- I love stringing sentences together and awe others. The lucky thing is, I'm enrolled as a communication major. That connects to everything. I could even double as the restaurant's PR, right. I mean, what if I decided to study like Engineering or something? :S What will I do then, you know.
So, I think I'm serious about that culinary school. I don't care if you say that's unimportant and useless; if I don't end up getting my dreams to open a restaurant, then at least I will be able to serve foods other than fried rice and fried noodles to my kids.
How 'bout that? >:)
It's gonna be tough, I know. And the thing is, first, I don't know a good culinary school here or abroad. Well surely Switzerland has the best ones but come on-that's too much for a beginner, no? Unless I get a scholarship or something.
Tell me if I'm being unrealistic here, but I wanna reach it all before thirty. By then, I wanna be settled with a family (and twins for kids, please? :D) and I wanna be someone my kids can look up to. They'll be able to learn that people should still have fun while working, too. That when they grow up they're inspired to follow their dreams as well. By then, I wanna have a nice job that I can be proud of because it is my dream; not because the big bucks it makes. The question is, am I brave enough to do that? To prioritize my actual hope and dreams and not money? Because we do need money every once in a while, eventually. I don't wanna cave in, but I also don't know if I can do that.
That's the coward-ish side of me that I loathe.
I'll have to continue this post later, seeing as I don't wanna bore you to tears and thus preventing you from visiting this blog again. And besides, I'm so tired that my eyes are seeing funny things now, haha. I need those eyedrops.
That's just something to mull on, peoples. Are you really doing something out of passion or are you still waiting for that egg to hatch?
Let me know. And if you've suceeded in it, please tell me how to conquer the fear and how to just follow your guts and hearts instead.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Aren't attachments a scary little thingy?
The more you get attached to something, the harder it will be for you to let go. Whatever it is, you name it; books, a certain piece of clothing (you're gonna say goodbye to it eventually because face it, you're gonna get fat) dogs, cats...human beings. The latter is the hardest form of 'things' to say goodbye to.
When you bid farewell to your dog, no matter how adorably cute he is, the best he could do is to hold you tight with his tiny paws and look at you with puppy eyes questioningly. Whilst that's really a heartbreaking image, it is much much worse when you tell someone goodbye. It doesn't even have to a best friend; it could be your foster parents during a homestay, could be the nice old gardener who's been tending your house but passes away, it could be anyone. That's still the "easy" kind of goodbyes, though. The keyword here is 'comfort'. Whenever you feel comfortable with someone or something, it's gonna be hard as hell trying to wave goodbye to them. And you will eventually have to say goodbye to them, because you can't be with someone forever. There's that certain aspect called death- but other than that, it could also be other reasons like moving far away out of the country, fading feelings, illness, and a lot more.
If you're experiencing it, well, tough luck, buddy. But in my opinion, everyone has gone through that phase at least once in their lives. Loving something too much that you're scared to let go. You're scared of what's gonna happen to them but even more, much more, you're scared of what's gonna happen to you when they're gone.
This does not necessarily mean you gotta bridge yourself from them. Just because you're scared of getting too attached, too comfortable, and too scared of letting go, you force yourself to like them less. First, I don't think that's possible, and second, I am all for 'live your life day by day' crap. Don't think too much of something, you know? Tomorrow's just another day and we'll see what happens, so if I'm gonna laugh my head off all day today just because I feel like it, who cares? If you wanna inch yourself closer to that person today, why not? Thinking wayyy forward to the future can be frustrating. We already know that when we're old, we're gonna have heaping problems that's gonna suck all our fun moments away. Welcome, insecurities.
So if we will be frustrated in the future and we're also feeling like it now, at the present, then when the hell can we have that fun? Are you really gonna sit back and watch your life pass by, full of insecurities and listening to other people's decision rather than making your own, only to regret it when you grow old and grey, sitting on a rocking chair?
You're gonna turn out to be such a boring person and sorry, but I don't make friends with boring people.
That's part of the reason why I said on my earlier post that you should make the most out of your day, one by one. Starting tomorrow, what do you say? You wanna go backpacking across Bangkok or Prague or Peru or whatever the hell people go backpacking nowadays, then do it. Don't listen to that uptight friend of yours who said backpacking's dangerous and you could get eaten by mountain lions or get stabbed somehwere in a dangerous city.
So what? People die anyway. *shoot* does happen, you know.
Wait this reminds me- in the place I'm interning right now, I have the responsibility to write daily summaries of a client's news in local media. For example, my client is McD (wow, think how many free burgers I could get if that were true) so if there's any news related to the junkfood industry in newspapers, I take it out and summarize them in english. The client in the company is in the health industry so there are millions of strange terms about medical stuff that I never heard before. One day I had to translate this:
"Penyakit ini dapat menular melalui ludah dan kotoran manusia."
And the first translation that entered my mind automatically was "This disease spreads through saliva and human crap."
Which was of course, not only wrong, it was ridiculous. So I looked it up the internet and saw one of the coolest terms ever for it: "human feces." Feces. Of course!
So from now on I'm going to replace the four-letter word starting with S and ending with T , with the word feces.
Feces happens. I'm feeling feces-y today.
Nice.
I'm already a lot more intelligent now, huh?
I'm cold and hungry as hell and my brain's swirling, so mind the weirdness. I'd better get back on the internship report !
The more you get attached to something, the harder it will be for you to let go. Whatever it is, you name it; books, a certain piece of clothing (you're gonna say goodbye to it eventually because face it, you're gonna get fat) dogs, cats...human beings. The latter is the hardest form of 'things' to say goodbye to.
When you bid farewell to your dog, no matter how adorably cute he is, the best he could do is to hold you tight with his tiny paws and look at you with puppy eyes questioningly. Whilst that's really a heartbreaking image, it is much much worse when you tell someone goodbye. It doesn't even have to a best friend; it could be your foster parents during a homestay, could be the nice old gardener who's been tending your house but passes away, it could be anyone. That's still the "easy" kind of goodbyes, though. The keyword here is 'comfort'. Whenever you feel comfortable with someone or something, it's gonna be hard as hell trying to wave goodbye to them. And you will eventually have to say goodbye to them, because you can't be with someone forever. There's that certain aspect called death- but other than that, it could also be other reasons like moving far away out of the country, fading feelings, illness, and a lot more.
If you're experiencing it, well, tough luck, buddy. But in my opinion, everyone has gone through that phase at least once in their lives. Loving something too much that you're scared to let go. You're scared of what's gonna happen to them but even more, much more, you're scared of what's gonna happen to you when they're gone.
This does not necessarily mean you gotta bridge yourself from them. Just because you're scared of getting too attached, too comfortable, and too scared of letting go, you force yourself to like them less. First, I don't think that's possible, and second, I am all for 'live your life day by day' crap. Don't think too much of something, you know? Tomorrow's just another day and we'll see what happens, so if I'm gonna laugh my head off all day today just because I feel like it, who cares? If you wanna inch yourself closer to that person today, why not? Thinking wayyy forward to the future can be frustrating. We already know that when we're old, we're gonna have heaping problems that's gonna suck all our fun moments away. Welcome, insecurities.
So if we will be frustrated in the future and we're also feeling like it now, at the present, then when the hell can we have that fun? Are you really gonna sit back and watch your life pass by, full of insecurities and listening to other people's decision rather than making your own, only to regret it when you grow old and grey, sitting on a rocking chair?
You're gonna turn out to be such a boring person and sorry, but I don't make friends with boring people.
That's part of the reason why I said on my earlier post that you should make the most out of your day, one by one. Starting tomorrow, what do you say? You wanna go backpacking across Bangkok or Prague or Peru or whatever the hell people go backpacking nowadays, then do it. Don't listen to that uptight friend of yours who said backpacking's dangerous and you could get eaten by mountain lions or get stabbed somehwere in a dangerous city.
So what? People die anyway. *shoot* does happen, you know.
Wait this reminds me- in the place I'm interning right now, I have the responsibility to write daily summaries of a client's news in local media. For example, my client is McD (wow, think how many free burgers I could get if that were true) so if there's any news related to the junkfood industry in newspapers, I take it out and summarize them in english. The client in the company is in the health industry so there are millions of strange terms about medical stuff that I never heard before. One day I had to translate this:
"Penyakit ini dapat menular melalui ludah dan kotoran manusia."
And the first translation that entered my mind automatically was "This disease spreads through saliva and human crap."
Which was of course, not only wrong, it was ridiculous. So I looked it up the internet and saw one of the coolest terms ever for it: "human feces." Feces. Of course!
So from now on I'm going to replace the four-letter word starting with S and ending with T , with the word feces.
Feces happens. I'm feeling feces-y today.
Nice.
I'm already a lot more intelligent now, huh?
I'm cold and hungry as hell and my brain's swirling, so mind the weirdness. I'd better get back on the internship report !
Thursday, April 23, 2009
the man who can't be moved
I am a very patient person. When I want to be. Which is most of the times.
Seriously. I consider myself as kind, even. I can't even say no to others sometimes. If I absolutely have to, I will deliver it in a way that wouldn't hurt their feelings. Because I tend to put myself in their position, so I know I have to be careful with what I'm saying or doing.
This morning, I wanted to smash people's heads through the glass windows and let them dangle until the next train comes up.
This was not a good morning start for me. Here is what I do every morning, just so you understand the point of my morning madness: I wake up at five-fifteen on the dot, take a bath, get dressed and stuff, and leave for the station at six-twenty. Train leaves at six-forty, arrives at Sudirman on ten past seven, and I continue my walking journey to the office. Every morning, I arrive on the doorstep of B-M exactly at seven-twenty five.
If you know me really well, you'd know that the one thing I hate the most is change of plans. Being uncoordinated, unorganized, just a tick of minute late- I hate that. It ruins my schedule. My best friends know that all too well, and that issue has caused many arguments between me and nugi as well.
Don't worry, you're not the only one; everyone thinks I'm insane.
Anyways.
It all began this morning at the station, where was an announcement over the speakers: that most parts of the Sudirman train's AC has broken and we would appreciate if it the dear passengers look out for themselves and for each other as well, sorry for the inconvenience, bla bla bla. So the train came along..
and it was packed like hell. Turns out that the AC has broken down in coach 1 and 2 only, so everyone rushed to coach 5 and 6, where I'm usually at. Darn it. It was so jam-packed with people, though thankfully no body odor emergency, but I was feeling rather sleepy today so I expected an empty seat. Yeah right- I couldn't even see the people sitting because of bodies blocking my view, let alone secure a free seat.
So I just took a deep breath and forced myself between all those people, clutching tight to my bags, looking around for an unoccupied handle bar for me to hold on. Thankfully, there was one in my left so I gripped tight as if my life depended on it. During the first few minutes people were rocking from side to side and I was so annoyed, I couldn't do anything. I just looked over a man's shoulder (he was the one I told you about that looked like Monster Inc's vicious snake) and read the newspaper he was holding. Free news, anyone?
And then, the train stopped at the first station and let a few people off. Phew, I thought, now I can move more freely. I shuffled to the left and finally could have a little space of my own. It was still packed, though. Women were still forced to lean against the doors and else. When I looked to my right, that was the second strike in my morning madness.
There was this middle-aged guy who held on to two handle bars, all for himself. I mean, dude, can't you take a look around and see how many people needed to hold on to that? Some were even gripping the rails in the overhead 'cabin' for safety and here he was, completely healthy, completely well and completely idiotic, hanging on to two.
I hate people like that.
I had a plan in my head like a lightbulb going off. I was in a bad mood, remember, so I wasn't in the mood to just stand around doing nothing. So what I did was, I shoved him on purpose.
Haha.
Well not very hard, of course. I did it subtly. I intentionally moved noisily and shoved left and right like a brat, knocking him forward and making him squirm uncomfortably. Was he annoyed? Yes. So what did it mean?
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I wanted to slap the back of his head, seriously.
Anyways, I got off the train (it was delayed, too, so grrrrr) and when I looked at my watch, it was already seven-twenty. I should be in the office by then! So I speed-walked out of the station, through the throng of people, when suddenly I was walking behind a very, very, very....slow...woman.
Strike three.
If it was an old woman, trust me, I'd understand. But all i could see from behind was her long, butt-length hair, jeans and shirt, which meant she was young and healthy and completely normal. She was walking so slowly as if on a runway, seriously. She was strutting left and right, swaying a little.
I was so pissed off. I imagined that maybe , seen from the front, she was a man in disguise, like those Thailand transvestites, where the women look handsome and the men look so pretty. I finally rushed past her and when I walked near the bridge, there was another woman -this time older- walking so frustratingly slow, enjoyin the scenery in her left and right.
Let me tell you something.
One, there is a certain reason why we take the 6.40 train. We did not wake up at five a.m. everyday to enjoy sceneries and breathe the city's fresh air. Now, I don't know how you do it in Thailand but in here, we try to get in before our office hour.
Two, you wanna go on a tour? Charter a damn bus.
I finally arrived at the office at 7.36 ish, almost fifteen minutes later than my planned daily schedule.
I'd better get some Richeese or someone's gonna get their head bit off today.
Speaking of biting people's heads off, I have less and less motivation for this leadership project. The team's getting on my nerves.
Oh, on a friendlier note, I love that song-the title of this post. It's performed by The Scripts and me and Illa are going nuts over the lyrics currently. Google it and you'll see why :)
I'll post later- gotta do something.
I hope your morning's a lot better than mine.
Seriously. I consider myself as kind, even. I can't even say no to others sometimes. If I absolutely have to, I will deliver it in a way that wouldn't hurt their feelings. Because I tend to put myself in their position, so I know I have to be careful with what I'm saying or doing.
This morning, I wanted to smash people's heads through the glass windows and let them dangle until the next train comes up.
This was not a good morning start for me. Here is what I do every morning, just so you understand the point of my morning madness: I wake up at five-fifteen on the dot, take a bath, get dressed and stuff, and leave for the station at six-twenty. Train leaves at six-forty, arrives at Sudirman on ten past seven, and I continue my walking journey to the office. Every morning, I arrive on the doorstep of B-M exactly at seven-twenty five.
If you know me really well, you'd know that the one thing I hate the most is change of plans. Being uncoordinated, unorganized, just a tick of minute late- I hate that. It ruins my schedule. My best friends know that all too well, and that issue has caused many arguments between me and nugi as well.
Don't worry, you're not the only one; everyone thinks I'm insane.
Anyways.
It all began this morning at the station, where was an announcement over the speakers: that most parts of the Sudirman train's AC has broken and we would appreciate if it the dear passengers look out for themselves and for each other as well, sorry for the inconvenience, bla bla bla. So the train came along..
and it was packed like hell. Turns out that the AC has broken down in coach 1 and 2 only, so everyone rushed to coach 5 and 6, where I'm usually at. Darn it. It was so jam-packed with people, though thankfully no body odor emergency, but I was feeling rather sleepy today so I expected an empty seat. Yeah right- I couldn't even see the people sitting because of bodies blocking my view, let alone secure a free seat.
So I just took a deep breath and forced myself between all those people, clutching tight to my bags, looking around for an unoccupied handle bar for me to hold on. Thankfully, there was one in my left so I gripped tight as if my life depended on it. During the first few minutes people were rocking from side to side and I was so annoyed, I couldn't do anything. I just looked over a man's shoulder (he was the one I told you about that looked like Monster Inc's vicious snake) and read the newspaper he was holding. Free news, anyone?
And then, the train stopped at the first station and let a few people off. Phew, I thought, now I can move more freely. I shuffled to the left and finally could have a little space of my own. It was still packed, though. Women were still forced to lean against the doors and else. When I looked to my right, that was the second strike in my morning madness.
There was this middle-aged guy who held on to two handle bars, all for himself. I mean, dude, can't you take a look around and see how many people needed to hold on to that? Some were even gripping the rails in the overhead 'cabin' for safety and here he was, completely healthy, completely well and completely idiotic, hanging on to two.
I hate people like that.
I had a plan in my head like a lightbulb going off. I was in a bad mood, remember, so I wasn't in the mood to just stand around doing nothing. So what I did was, I shoved him on purpose.
Haha.
Well not very hard, of course. I did it subtly. I intentionally moved noisily and shoved left and right like a brat, knocking him forward and making him squirm uncomfortably. Was he annoyed? Yes. So what did it mean?
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I wanted to slap the back of his head, seriously.
Anyways, I got off the train (it was delayed, too, so grrrrr) and when I looked at my watch, it was already seven-twenty. I should be in the office by then! So I speed-walked out of the station, through the throng of people, when suddenly I was walking behind a very, very, very....slow...woman.
Strike three.
If it was an old woman, trust me, I'd understand. But all i could see from behind was her long, butt-length hair, jeans and shirt, which meant she was young and healthy and completely normal. She was walking so slowly as if on a runway, seriously. She was strutting left and right, swaying a little.
I was so pissed off. I imagined that maybe , seen from the front, she was a man in disguise, like those Thailand transvestites, where the women look handsome and the men look so pretty. I finally rushed past her and when I walked near the bridge, there was another woman -this time older- walking so frustratingly slow, enjoyin the scenery in her left and right.
Let me tell you something.
One, there is a certain reason why we take the 6.40 train. We did not wake up at five a.m. everyday to enjoy sceneries and breathe the city's fresh air. Now, I don't know how you do it in Thailand but in here, we try to get in before our office hour.
Two, you wanna go on a tour? Charter a damn bus.
I finally arrived at the office at 7.36 ish, almost fifteen minutes later than my planned daily schedule.
I'd better get some Richeese or someone's gonna get their head bit off today.
Speaking of biting people's heads off, I have less and less motivation for this leadership project. The team's getting on my nerves.
Oh, on a friendlier note, I love that song-the title of this post. It's performed by The Scripts and me and Illa are going nuts over the lyrics currently. Google it and you'll see why :)
I'll post later- gotta do something.
I hope your morning's a lot better than mine.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
a bright and early post
Hi. I have done my tasks before deadline and officially became a geek. And incredibly proud of it.
There is a black cat hanging out around my house, ever since we moved in. =S
If I'm not mistaken, even my mom or my sis thought they'd seen it inside the house one time but turned out there was nothing there. Creepy.
Anyways, I can't wait until January 2010 =P I really really hope everything will work out the way we plan it, aminnnnnn. Because there's a good quote from a book I read years ago and stuck by me all these times: "You wanna make God laugh? Make a plan."
The book was called Changing Emma or something, about a skeptical family who won a million-pounds lottery. I think the quote is telling us that humans should never expect anything because things so very rarely go the way we plan it.
Nice.
Well, I've had enough with expectations anyway. I've learned that we could hope, but we shouldn't expect. Do you know the difference? You know, like keeping your head up but your feet still planted on the ground.
My current read: Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet In Heaven. Hahaha.
I don't know why I'm laughing, really. It's just that so many people say their lives and their point of views changed from reading it. Of course I am not underestimating Mitch's masterpieces-who the heck am I, right. But I just thought that the book was so philosophical so I never cared enough to read it, let alone buy one.
But last week, I did. And I have to say, the first page already gripped me.
I won't spoil the story, I'm pretty sure most of you have read it by now anyways, and I've only reached the beginning so I can't really say anything but I can tell you this: it is a book of quotes. Not cheesy one-liners, but deep quotes that require you to read the sentence twice of three times in order to really understand it and go "oooooooh." And then you automatically relate it to your own personal experience and your eyes widen and for the second time in five seconds you say "oooooooh," now you get it.
Anyways. Today is Earth Day, right? I am all about supporting the environment, really, and I wanna do more than just joining a group on Facebook. It is kinda sad that nobody gives a flying rat about global warming, don't you think? I mean sure, you are all about protesting against it but what are you doing in actions, really? The May edition of TeenVogue has an article about how to help by doing the simplest things. Things you can do at home, at school, at work, while shopping, and else. It's pretty good and useful. :)
There is a black cat hanging out around my house, ever since we moved in. =S
If I'm not mistaken, even my mom or my sis thought they'd seen it inside the house one time but turned out there was nothing there. Creepy.
Anyways, I can't wait until January 2010 =P I really really hope everything will work out the way we plan it, aminnnnnn. Because there's a good quote from a book I read years ago and stuck by me all these times: "You wanna make God laugh? Make a plan."
The book was called Changing Emma or something, about a skeptical family who won a million-pounds lottery. I think the quote is telling us that humans should never expect anything because things so very rarely go the way we plan it.
Nice.
Well, I've had enough with expectations anyway. I've learned that we could hope, but we shouldn't expect. Do you know the difference? You know, like keeping your head up but your feet still planted on the ground.
My current read: Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet In Heaven. Hahaha.
I don't know why I'm laughing, really. It's just that so many people say their lives and their point of views changed from reading it. Of course I am not underestimating Mitch's masterpieces-who the heck am I, right. But I just thought that the book was so philosophical so I never cared enough to read it, let alone buy one.
But last week, I did. And I have to say, the first page already gripped me.
I won't spoil the story, I'm pretty sure most of you have read it by now anyways, and I've only reached the beginning so I can't really say anything but I can tell you this: it is a book of quotes. Not cheesy one-liners, but deep quotes that require you to read the sentence twice of three times in order to really understand it and go "oooooooh." And then you automatically relate it to your own personal experience and your eyes widen and for the second time in five seconds you say "oooooooh," now you get it.
Anyways. Today is Earth Day, right? I am all about supporting the environment, really, and I wanna do more than just joining a group on Facebook. It is kinda sad that nobody gives a flying rat about global warming, don't you think? I mean sure, you are all about protesting against it but what are you doing in actions, really? The May edition of TeenVogue has an article about how to help by doing the simplest things. Things you can do at home, at school, at work, while shopping, and else. It's pretty good and useful. :)
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I love my new phone.
Not because it's currently the so-called (overrated) hot piece of gadget in the country, or because of its push-email specs and other high-tech stuff that's too long to write here, but because of the messenger feature. I mean, now I can very much openly talk about anything and i mean anything with my friends. You know how much I love talking about unimportant stuff, right? (hence this playground stuff) So being able to do it every hour of the day excites me.
I mean, I can totally talk with the girls about all kinds of stuff, from asking for resto recommendation to updating each other what to wear on weekend nights, to simply talking about the weather, our dreams, our 'what-are-you-doing' status every ten minutes, our wishes for the future.......the possibility is endless. It is the best companion whenever you're bored, ill, or doing the number two. hahah.
And the best part is, it's free.
Anyways. Jeez I really am not in the mood to study !! Remember I was supposed to make the speech draft for leadership? Yeah that one's out the window. I want Richeese.
I can't believe I'm leaving this work place in a few weeks. =S
Newsflash: 7-11 is entering the Indonesian market. A gain or a loss, what do you think? All I know is my friends would be ecstatic for the sour candies. Will they have Slurpees though? :D
Gosh I'm cold and sleepy.
Okay I'd better really start making the speech, or else nobody will have anything to say on the project this Saturday.
..which is not such a bad idea, come to think of it.
Not because it's currently the so-called (overrated) hot piece of gadget in the country, or because of its push-email specs and other high-tech stuff that's too long to write here, but because of the messenger feature. I mean, now I can very much openly talk about anything and i mean anything with my friends. You know how much I love talking about unimportant stuff, right? (hence this playground stuff) So being able to do it every hour of the day excites me.
I mean, I can totally talk with the girls about all kinds of stuff, from asking for resto recommendation to updating each other what to wear on weekend nights, to simply talking about the weather, our dreams, our 'what-are-you-doing' status every ten minutes, our wishes for the future.......the possibility is endless. It is the best companion whenever you're bored, ill, or doing the number two. hahah.
And the best part is, it's free.
Anyways. Jeez I really am not in the mood to study !! Remember I was supposed to make the speech draft for leadership? Yeah that one's out the window. I want Richeese.
I can't believe I'm leaving this work place in a few weeks. =S
Newsflash: 7-11 is entering the Indonesian market. A gain or a loss, what do you think? All I know is my friends would be ecstatic for the sour candies. Will they have Slurpees though? :D
Gosh I'm cold and sleepy.
Okay I'd better really start making the speech, or else nobody will have anything to say on the project this Saturday.
..which is not such a bad idea, come to think of it.
eyesores
There's something freaky going on with my eyes. Eye, to be exact, because it only happens to the right one. Every morning when I wake up and open them, there's a painful jolt that forces me to shut it close immediately but when it's shut, it hurts like hell. So I opened them, and I thought i was going blind because there were lights coming from all over the place, so I'm confused, really, whether to open or close them. =S I've been experiencing it for a week now.
As I went to the bathroom, I had to walk really slowly because I depended on the walls and still did not dare to open my eyes. Finally after I took a bath, it's all normal again. Although yesterday at class I suddenly couldn't see people and things very well--they were kind of blurry and funny-looking :D So tomorrow I guess I'll have to go check them at the hospital with my mom. This is crazy. I freak out easily when it comes to eyes, so I can't imagine how tomorrow would go. :(
So, another train ride this morning. New members of the family, woo! There was a man that looked exactly like the snake monster in Monsters Inc.- you know, the evil one that could be invisible whener he wants? Google it if you forgot. The man does look evil. :( But he's nice, just quiet. Only minds his own business. Ooh , and there was a Japanese-looking guy that liked to spit into the railways. Disgusting. Let's name him Mr...Hibachi? Does that sound Jap enough? I hope that's not the name of an electronic brand. There was a newbie today, literally a newbie, not a newcomer in my train family tree. He 's middle-aged and he asked the man next to him, 'excuse me, this is sudirman station, is it correct?'
HA! I wanted to stand up and show him off, no, sir,this is the Karet one and Sudirman is next. Yes, I do know all these things because I am an expert in train stations now and yes i am being an ass for it.
A little annoying, i know, especially the fact that the guy could have been me a few months back; looking lost and unbalanced and not knowing how to stand properly inside a train.
Anyway.
I really am in absolutely no mood of doing my internship report. The papers for seminar is due next week and I have to come up with pages and pages of keywords explanation, I mean, what? Not to mention the demanding people on my leadership team- and it's due this Sat.
Bummer. People just don't know how to have fun anymore. I want a little undwind-ing time, probably dinner with the girls? Maybe next friday. We'll explore another new place, yay!
Well, I guess I'm off writing a speech of "healthy kids" for leadership class. Don't ask.
As I went to the bathroom, I had to walk really slowly because I depended on the walls and still did not dare to open my eyes. Finally after I took a bath, it's all normal again. Although yesterday at class I suddenly couldn't see people and things very well--they were kind of blurry and funny-looking :D So tomorrow I guess I'll have to go check them at the hospital with my mom. This is crazy. I freak out easily when it comes to eyes, so I can't imagine how tomorrow would go. :(
So, another train ride this morning. New members of the family, woo! There was a man that looked exactly like the snake monster in Monsters Inc.- you know, the evil one that could be invisible whener he wants? Google it if you forgot. The man does look evil. :( But he's nice, just quiet. Only minds his own business. Ooh , and there was a Japanese-looking guy that liked to spit into the railways. Disgusting. Let's name him Mr...Hibachi? Does that sound Jap enough? I hope that's not the name of an electronic brand. There was a newbie today, literally a newbie, not a newcomer in my train family tree. He 's middle-aged and he asked the man next to him, 'excuse me, this is sudirman station, is it correct?'
HA! I wanted to stand up and show him off, no, sir,this is the Karet one and Sudirman is next. Yes, I do know all these things because I am an expert in train stations now and yes i am being an ass for it.
A little annoying, i know, especially the fact that the guy could have been me a few months back; looking lost and unbalanced and not knowing how to stand properly inside a train.
Anyway.
I really am in absolutely no mood of doing my internship report. The papers for seminar is due next week and I have to come up with pages and pages of keywords explanation, I mean, what? Not to mention the demanding people on my leadership team- and it's due this Sat.
Bummer. People just don't know how to have fun anymore. I want a little undwind-ing time, probably dinner with the girls? Maybe next friday. We'll explore another new place, yay!
Well, I guess I'm off writing a speech of "healthy kids" for leadership class. Don't ask.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
happy 22nd, you :)
Finally the big day's here- it's my boyfriend's birthday today so yaaaayy! :D
I was busy searching for presents since week ago, and finalyl found the perfect one in Grand Indonesia. I planned everything perfectly, down to the wrapper and the extra little gifts that accompany the big one.
Man, I love giving gifts.
Usually I'm a lot more prepared than this, though. It's just I couldn't find the time to go gift-hunting what with internship and stuff. =S But still. I love going out of my way to give presents for people I care about. All those hard works pay off when you see their expressions as they open the gift =)
Anyways, how's everyone doing? Btw now you can only post comments when you click on my post's subject there in the left >:( When you see it here, you can't see the "a penny for your thoughts?" part, can you? You can only see it if you click on the separate posts there on the left, grr. I will work on it soon.
My mom's been kind of sick :( So she's sleeping a lot now.
Hey I wanna travel abroaaad! I miss the feeling of waking up in a nice hotel room and the only thing to worry about is when breakfast time is gonna end. And then put on some sandals and shorts (well it depends where you are, actually) and get out of the hotel only to be greeted by impressive scenery and lots of cute shops and tons of new foods to chew.
Anybody wanna come? :D
I was busy searching for presents since week ago, and finalyl found the perfect one in Grand Indonesia. I planned everything perfectly, down to the wrapper and the extra little gifts that accompany the big one.
Man, I love giving gifts.
Usually I'm a lot more prepared than this, though. It's just I couldn't find the time to go gift-hunting what with internship and stuff. =S But still. I love going out of my way to give presents for people I care about. All those hard works pay off when you see their expressions as they open the gift =)
Anyways, how's everyone doing? Btw now you can only post comments when you click on my post's subject there in the left >:( When you see it here, you can't see the "a penny for your thoughts?" part, can you? You can only see it if you click on the separate posts there on the left, grr. I will work on it soon.
My mom's been kind of sick :( So she's sleeping a lot now.
Hey I wanna travel abroaaad! I miss the feeling of waking up in a nice hotel room and the only thing to worry about is when breakfast time is gonna end. And then put on some sandals and shorts (well it depends where you are, actually) and get out of the hotel only to be greeted by impressive scenery and lots of cute shops and tons of new foods to chew.
Anybody wanna come? :D
Friday, April 17, 2009
how white should a lie be?
That was not meant to be a racist question, by the way.
I was wondering; at what point do you think you can tell a lie without feeling guilty? I mean, of course lots of you never feel guilty when lying-it's for your own sake, so you don't think about other people's feelings. What's interesting is, we have something that we call a white lie. Which happens to be the kind of lie you can tell if it's for other people's sakes.
The question is, who said it's about other people? White lies, apparently, are allowed to do because you have to lie in order to protect the people you care about.
Okay let's check. Situation A. You have a bestfriend named Jane and you know her boyfriend, too, named Jack. One day, you see Jack cuddling up with a girl who is definitely not Jane. You've been best buddies with Jane since kindergarten, and when she said she's been having problems with Jack and asked you whether you knew anything, do you not tell her? I mean, really, is that what you call a white lie?
If you think that by telling her "no, i really don't see anything weird about jack" you are telling a white lie and therefore doing it for your best friend's sake, think twice. That only means you let her go on and live in a relationship like a stupid fool who doesn't know anything, and keep getting hurt by that scum Jack.
Anyway.
Really, I was just curious. I think, though, there are three kinds of people that you should never, ever lie to: lawyers, communication people, and moms.
I proudly claim that I do know when people lie. Haha. It's fun watching people squirm. Communications people will absolutely know when you're lying. Because we do study about deception theories, haha. We have to learn about lying in order to pass that class, for God's sake. Even if you think you've made perfect sense when you lie, we tend to see right through it. And as for lawyers, well, I don't think I can even stand straight if I have to see them face to face.
I wonder if people can go a month without a lie; not even the white ones.
Another thing I'm curious about: movie endings, especially fairytale ones. Don't get me wrong, I do like happy endings - hey, i'm not that bitter. But sometimes I wonder, who gets to make the decision to make that ending, you know? I mean, what if after Cinderella and the Prince get married, she goes back to scrubbing the floors instead of living happily ever after? Maybe even the Prince himself turns out to be a total jackass and gets fat because he drinks every night and cheats with Cinderella's stepsisters. I mean you know, the possibility is endless. Anyone care to make a sick, twisted version of Cinderella : The After-Tales? :D
By the way where did all my comments goooo ? :((( my friends said they couldn't post comments. Does blogger.com NOT know that my most favorite part of creating a blog is when I read comments? >:(
I was wondering; at what point do you think you can tell a lie without feeling guilty? I mean, of course lots of you never feel guilty when lying-it's for your own sake, so you don't think about other people's feelings. What's interesting is, we have something that we call a white lie. Which happens to be the kind of lie you can tell if it's for other people's sakes.
The question is, who said it's about other people? White lies, apparently, are allowed to do because you have to lie in order to protect the people you care about.
Okay let's check. Situation A. You have a bestfriend named Jane and you know her boyfriend, too, named Jack. One day, you see Jack cuddling up with a girl who is definitely not Jane. You've been best buddies with Jane since kindergarten, and when she said she's been having problems with Jack and asked you whether you knew anything, do you not tell her? I mean, really, is that what you call a white lie?
If you think that by telling her "no, i really don't see anything weird about jack" you are telling a white lie and therefore doing it for your best friend's sake, think twice. That only means you let her go on and live in a relationship like a stupid fool who doesn't know anything, and keep getting hurt by that scum Jack.
Anyway.
Really, I was just curious. I think, though, there are three kinds of people that you should never, ever lie to: lawyers, communication people, and moms.
I proudly claim that I do know when people lie. Haha. It's fun watching people squirm. Communications people will absolutely know when you're lying. Because we do study about deception theories, haha. We have to learn about lying in order to pass that class, for God's sake. Even if you think you've made perfect sense when you lie, we tend to see right through it. And as for lawyers, well, I don't think I can even stand straight if I have to see them face to face.
I wonder if people can go a month without a lie; not even the white ones.
Another thing I'm curious about: movie endings, especially fairytale ones. Don't get me wrong, I do like happy endings - hey, i'm not that bitter. But sometimes I wonder, who gets to make the decision to make that ending, you know? I mean, what if after Cinderella and the Prince get married, she goes back to scrubbing the floors instead of living happily ever after? Maybe even the Prince himself turns out to be a total jackass and gets fat because he drinks every night and cheats with Cinderella's stepsisters. I mean you know, the possibility is endless. Anyone care to make a sick, twisted version of Cinderella : The After-Tales? :D
By the way where did all my comments goooo ? :((( my friends said they couldn't post comments. Does blogger.com NOT know that my most favorite part of creating a blog is when I read comments? >:(
Sunday, April 12, 2009
shrine for the skywalker
Hayden Christensen must be one of the most good-looking men to walk on earth.
He even beats Jude Law, and if you know me really well, then you'll know that it's a huge thing for anyone to beat Mr. Law!
I am a Star Wars aficionado (a college term for 'geek') which means I've noticed Hayden since years and years ago, but really, a guy doesn't get better looking than that, tsk. A lot of people dislike him because of his "lack of acting skills", but in this case, I don't care, mwahaha. Jumper will be on StarMovies tonight, and I can't wait to see it again.
I wanted to post a photo of him here but lost track of time instead, googling his pictures, so I'll just let you do that yourself. And then you will see my point and agree with me that Rachel Bilson is the luckiest little thing, *sigh. They do make a really great couple, don't you think?
I haven't watched Awake, because I heard the movie's a bit gory but I still wanna watch Mr. Christensen in it, ;) haha. this is turning out to be like a celebrity gossip blog or something.
Anyway, on a much more normal note, I have just finished reading a Cecilia Ahern book called Thanks for the Memories. Brilliant. Not the best novel I've read or anything, but it is far from disappointing. It's really beautiful, the way she writes, and I don't know...the book just makes you think.
The story revolves around Joyce, a woman living in Dublin who's just had a miscarriage and therefore lost a huge amount of blood and experiences a great deal of pain and loss. The miscarriage ruins her marriage so she lives with her father.
In another part of the world (well just London to be exact) a guy named Justin is donating blood against his own will in a Donate Blood Weekend or something at a college. He's a visiting lecturer for arts & architecture.
Well the story moves on, telling about each of their lives separately with no connection at all, each living their lives as usual. Until one day, Joce starts having dreams about picnics with a little blonde girl in a park, and suddenly Joyce knows a lot about architectures like you wouldn't believe. Shocking everyone, she suddenly could speak Italian, Latin, even French. She knows about places, museums, buildings she's never been to before. And then, when Justin has to give a lecture in a college in Dublin, they accidentally meet.
She feels like she's known Justin even though they never met, and he feels the same way too. And the way the author writes is funny-one time Justin was havign dinner with his brother in London, when he suddenly choked and reached for water. In Dublin, Joyce, who was eating with her father, sudenly experienced a loss of air and gasped for air; it's like they were somehow connected.
I won't spoil the rest of the story, but the point is it turns out that Joyce was the one that received Justin's blood donation, therefore she is now seeing things through his eyes, his experience, his memories. You should go buy one and read it (or if we know each other that well, I could lend it to you) because it's filled with moments that make the hair on your arms stand up in pleasure.
Now, I know this is fiction and all, but again the way the author writes is simply unbelievable. Makes you think if it really happens like that with blood donations. Cecilia Ahern is the one who wrote P.S. I Love You, the one that got turned into a movie. She also wrote Rosie & Alex (I just learned that the name changed into Where Rainbows End) where I first fell in love with her work.
This is an excerpt from the book that I found quite amusing/useful:
"Deja vu is French fr 'already seen' and it describes the experience or feeling that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. The experience is most frequently atributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience genuinely happened in the past, Deja vu has been described as remembering the future."
Now there you go, fo those of you who've been secretly wondering what deja vus really is. My, I love that book. And I also love it because of the art/architectural facts scattered all over the book. :D
I've got to go eat now; hey I wonder why my blog comments sometimes disappear? =S
Well anyway, I'll be working on it. See you people in the next entry!
He even beats Jude Law, and if you know me really well, then you'll know that it's a huge thing for anyone to beat Mr. Law!
I am a Star Wars aficionado (a college term for 'geek') which means I've noticed Hayden since years and years ago, but really, a guy doesn't get better looking than that, tsk. A lot of people dislike him because of his "lack of acting skills", but in this case, I don't care, mwahaha. Jumper will be on StarMovies tonight, and I can't wait to see it again.
I wanted to post a photo of him here but lost track of time instead, googling his pictures, so I'll just let you do that yourself. And then you will see my point and agree with me that Rachel Bilson is the luckiest little thing, *sigh. They do make a really great couple, don't you think?
I haven't watched Awake, because I heard the movie's a bit gory but I still wanna watch Mr. Christensen in it, ;) haha. this is turning out to be like a celebrity gossip blog or something.
Anyway, on a much more normal note, I have just finished reading a Cecilia Ahern book called Thanks for the Memories. Brilliant. Not the best novel I've read or anything, but it is far from disappointing. It's really beautiful, the way she writes, and I don't know...the book just makes you think.
The story revolves around Joyce, a woman living in Dublin who's just had a miscarriage and therefore lost a huge amount of blood and experiences a great deal of pain and loss. The miscarriage ruins her marriage so she lives with her father.
In another part of the world (well just London to be exact) a guy named Justin is donating blood against his own will in a Donate Blood Weekend or something at a college. He's a visiting lecturer for arts & architecture.
Well the story moves on, telling about each of their lives separately with no connection at all, each living their lives as usual. Until one day, Joce starts having dreams about picnics with a little blonde girl in a park, and suddenly Joyce knows a lot about architectures like you wouldn't believe. Shocking everyone, she suddenly could speak Italian, Latin, even French. She knows about places, museums, buildings she's never been to before. And then, when Justin has to give a lecture in a college in Dublin, they accidentally meet.
She feels like she's known Justin even though they never met, and he feels the same way too. And the way the author writes is funny-one time Justin was havign dinner with his brother in London, when he suddenly choked and reached for water. In Dublin, Joyce, who was eating with her father, sudenly experienced a loss of air and gasped for air; it's like they were somehow connected.
I won't spoil the rest of the story, but the point is it turns out that Joyce was the one that received Justin's blood donation, therefore she is now seeing things through his eyes, his experience, his memories. You should go buy one and read it (or if we know each other that well, I could lend it to you) because it's filled with moments that make the hair on your arms stand up in pleasure.
Now, I know this is fiction and all, but again the way the author writes is simply unbelievable. Makes you think if it really happens like that with blood donations. Cecilia Ahern is the one who wrote P.S. I Love You, the one that got turned into a movie. She also wrote Rosie & Alex (I just learned that the name changed into Where Rainbows End) where I first fell in love with her work.
This is an excerpt from the book that I found quite amusing/useful:
"Deja vu is French fr 'already seen' and it describes the experience or feeling that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. The experience is most frequently atributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience genuinely happened in the past, Deja vu has been described as remembering the future."
Now there you go, fo those of you who've been secretly wondering what deja vus really is. My, I love that book. And I also love it because of the art/architectural facts scattered all over the book. :D
I've got to go eat now; hey I wonder why my blog comments sometimes disappear? =S
Well anyway, I'll be working on it. See you people in the next entry!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
happy election day!
I didn't vote, but before you go all crazy on me, it wasn't because I didn't want to. Strangely enough, I did want to. My family just hasn't been registered, what with being newcomers at Sektor 3A Bintaro. I will vote for the presidential election , don't worry. Yes, come to think of it, the only times I feel like my nationalism is soaring high is only during two things: elections, and when I perform traditional dances onstage. That's about it.
So I've been thinking quite a lot lately-I think that when I really really want something I shouldn't just stand by and whine to other people about it. Instead, I should do something about it, something that no matter how small, can help me achieve my goals. So, ladies and gentlemen, I am planning to enroll in a culinary school sometime in the future. Perhaps after I graduate? I don't know. All I know is that my dream is to open a restaurant when I'm older. Wish me luck :D
The only things I have made so far are cookies and cakes and cupakes. Messy, ugly icing on it, too. I gotta learn how to decorate cupcakes. But there are so many cupcake outlets in town nowadays that I feel the business is going stale. I gotta find something new :D
I have my own recipe book; I write them down from the recipes I found online, and then I try to make it one by one but still, I'm not in the big league yet. I haven't even tried to make cheesecake. It's kind of hard to find pie crust in grocery stores in Jakarta, I think. And I haven't got the skills to make the pies from scratch, too.
Other than cakes, I love making appetizers, but I still haven't explored that area much either. Come to think of it I'm just big on talking and never actually do it. I gotta change that about me. =P
Anyways, you know one of the things I hate the most on Facebook, aside from people shouting unimportant stuff?
It's when someone adds me randomly. But that's still normal, what I hate even more is when that someone suggested that I should add someone else--another person I don't bloody know. I mean, I didn't even accept you as a friend, why the heck are you suggesting another stranger for me? Tsk. The stupid things people do.
Anyways, a new marketing strategy has been booming during this election madness. As Starbucks put it, if you care enough to vote, we care enough to give you a free cup of coffee. It motivates the young and hip crowd to vote. And it does give value to the coffee shop. I thought that was brilliant.
Until everyone starts doing it. You get 10 % off at Aksara if you vote. You get 50 % off for an entry to Dufan if you vote. You get discounts at Matahari Dept Store if you show your purple-d pinky today.
Well, it is still good strategy. I haven't heard anything like that before. Unfortunately, I have not been registered yet so no free stuff for me this year. I'm lucky Starbucks is "only" giving away black coffees. I mean, if they're giving out vanilla steam milks for free today, I would've dipped all my ten fingers into the ink and march straight up to the nearest counter I could find :D
So I've been thinking quite a lot lately-I think that when I really really want something I shouldn't just stand by and whine to other people about it. Instead, I should do something about it, something that no matter how small, can help me achieve my goals. So, ladies and gentlemen, I am planning to enroll in a culinary school sometime in the future. Perhaps after I graduate? I don't know. All I know is that my dream is to open a restaurant when I'm older. Wish me luck :D
The only things I have made so far are cookies and cakes and cupakes. Messy, ugly icing on it, too. I gotta learn how to decorate cupcakes. But there are so many cupcake outlets in town nowadays that I feel the business is going stale. I gotta find something new :D
I have my own recipe book; I write them down from the recipes I found online, and then I try to make it one by one but still, I'm not in the big league yet. I haven't even tried to make cheesecake. It's kind of hard to find pie crust in grocery stores in Jakarta, I think. And I haven't got the skills to make the pies from scratch, too.
Other than cakes, I love making appetizers, but I still haven't explored that area much either. Come to think of it I'm just big on talking and never actually do it. I gotta change that about me. =P
Anyways, you know one of the things I hate the most on Facebook, aside from people shouting unimportant stuff?
It's when someone adds me randomly. But that's still normal, what I hate even more is when that someone suggested that I should add someone else--another person I don't bloody know. I mean, I didn't even accept you as a friend, why the heck are you suggesting another stranger for me? Tsk. The stupid things people do.
Anyways, a new marketing strategy has been booming during this election madness. As Starbucks put it, if you care enough to vote, we care enough to give you a free cup of coffee. It motivates the young and hip crowd to vote. And it does give value to the coffee shop. I thought that was brilliant.
Until everyone starts doing it. You get 10 % off at Aksara if you vote. You get 50 % off for an entry to Dufan if you vote. You get discounts at Matahari Dept Store if you show your purple-d pinky today.
Well, it is still good strategy. I haven't heard anything like that before. Unfortunately, I have not been registered yet so no free stuff for me this year. I'm lucky Starbucks is "only" giving away black coffees. I mean, if they're giving out vanilla steam milks for free today, I would've dipped all my ten fingers into the ink and march straight up to the nearest counter I could find :D
Monday, April 6, 2009
remembering jade santoso
Isn't it funny how when you hear someone pass away, you say 'innalillahi' and that's it ? Isn't it funny that you never stop for a moment to think about how that person's mother, father, siblings, friends, lover, must have felt? What are they doing now that the person they loved, the person they used to see everyday is gone? Isn't it funny how you never think about how much a simple death affects everybody?
When it's your friend who passes away, it's different.
I met Jade on our first day in UPH because we were in the same class. The first thing I noticed about her was how carefree and how beautiful this American-Balinese girl looked. We got to talking and I was impressed by her music and movies taste because we had quite a lot in common. The right word to describe her would be unique. Unusual. And always, always in a good mood. You just couldn't help liking the girl-her smile was infectious, she always bounced here and there, and literally never got anything bad to say to anybody. Every guy thought she was the prettiest girl in campus and girls wanted to be her. To be able to always look so put together and so effortlessly cool in any style of clothing she wore.
Despite the fact that we grew apart and hung out with different circles, I kept in touch with her because she also majored in PR and we had a few same classes. She would ask if I were still with Nugi and expressed her awe saying that wow, you guys have been on for so long, wasn't it only your first month with him when we met in 2005? Stuff like that.
You would never see her frown. She would always greet people here and there, flying to one table to another in Benton, spreading her charms unintentionally. Always being incredibly nice and helpful.
Which was probably why hundreds of close friends came by to her funeral on Sunday night.
I still find this unbelievable. Why Jade? Why take the most vibrant girl in campus-the one that was so full of life ?
Isn't it funny how one day you're still talking and laughing with one friend and the next day you're talking about her in past tense?
I dreaded writing this post, since my eyes still felt warm everytime I remember staring at her beautiful, peaceful face lying in the casket. I can't imagine how her family and boyfriend must have felt.
It was a grey and cloudy day today at Karawaci. We sat at Benton feeling something was missing and we talked, we laughed, we cried, remembering her. One friend of mine even said that in any minute, Jade was going to spring up and yell "Gotcha!" and we would all be relieved that it all had just been a nightmare.
But it wasn't. And she didnt.
A fatal car crash had taken her beautiful soul away at such a young age. She never even got the chance to finish school, for God's sake. I wish nothing but the best for her up there. As my friend said, we all should dry our tears because she's in a better condition right now and that she would have wanted us to smile.
Ila said something to me today that made my mind kind of freeze and think. So this is what it feels like to have lost a friend, she said. And the worst part is, we're bound to experience this over and over gaain, as one by one, the people that we love is taken away from us. One funeral after another. One memory after another.
Would we have enough tears? For all our loved ones? Would we ever get used to this? Should we not have so many close friends, so we wouldn't have to go to so many painful funerals?
Everything seems so little and unimportant right now, after what I experienced Sunday night. People breaking up, people worrying about where they should go on weekends, wondering what to wear...hey, there's a whole other life out there.
Jade, if you only knew how many lives you touched, how many people flocked to the funeral, how many prayers were with you during your coma. But in a way, maybe she did. All my thoughts and prayers are with her family and loved ones right now. The expression on her mother's face was the first scene that made me break down in tears at the hospital. No mother should ever bury her own child. Ever. Nobody deserves that.
I'd prefer closing this post with a positive note. All of you who's reading this, please be thankful for what you have. That your family is complete. That you have your bestfriends surrounding you at the moment. And one more thing; have you been craving to try something in the past few years? That new restauant, those bungee-jumping stuff, that backpacking trip you've always dreamed going with friends or partner? Do it now.
If there's anything to learn, it's that you'll never know what's gonna happen to you in a matter of seconds. Life's too short for second-guessing, for "if only"s, for "I wish"s.
Always drive safe, everyone. Please, take care of yourselves- for your sake and everyone else's.
Goodbye, Jade, we'll see you up there one day, yes? =)
When it's your friend who passes away, it's different.
I met Jade on our first day in UPH because we were in the same class. The first thing I noticed about her was how carefree and how beautiful this American-Balinese girl looked. We got to talking and I was impressed by her music and movies taste because we had quite a lot in common. The right word to describe her would be unique. Unusual. And always, always in a good mood. You just couldn't help liking the girl-her smile was infectious, she always bounced here and there, and literally never got anything bad to say to anybody. Every guy thought she was the prettiest girl in campus and girls wanted to be her. To be able to always look so put together and so effortlessly cool in any style of clothing she wore.
Despite the fact that we grew apart and hung out with different circles, I kept in touch with her because she also majored in PR and we had a few same classes. She would ask if I were still with Nugi and expressed her awe saying that wow, you guys have been on for so long, wasn't it only your first month with him when we met in 2005? Stuff like that.
You would never see her frown. She would always greet people here and there, flying to one table to another in Benton, spreading her charms unintentionally. Always being incredibly nice and helpful.
Which was probably why hundreds of close friends came by to her funeral on Sunday night.
I still find this unbelievable. Why Jade? Why take the most vibrant girl in campus-the one that was so full of life ?
Isn't it funny how one day you're still talking and laughing with one friend and the next day you're talking about her in past tense?
I dreaded writing this post, since my eyes still felt warm everytime I remember staring at her beautiful, peaceful face lying in the casket. I can't imagine how her family and boyfriend must have felt.
It was a grey and cloudy day today at Karawaci. We sat at Benton feeling something was missing and we talked, we laughed, we cried, remembering her. One friend of mine even said that in any minute, Jade was going to spring up and yell "Gotcha!" and we would all be relieved that it all had just been a nightmare.
But it wasn't. And she didnt.
A fatal car crash had taken her beautiful soul away at such a young age. She never even got the chance to finish school, for God's sake. I wish nothing but the best for her up there. As my friend said, we all should dry our tears because she's in a better condition right now and that she would have wanted us to smile.
Ila said something to me today that made my mind kind of freeze and think. So this is what it feels like to have lost a friend, she said. And the worst part is, we're bound to experience this over and over gaain, as one by one, the people that we love is taken away from us. One funeral after another. One memory after another.
Would we have enough tears? For all our loved ones? Would we ever get used to this? Should we not have so many close friends, so we wouldn't have to go to so many painful funerals?
Everything seems so little and unimportant right now, after what I experienced Sunday night. People breaking up, people worrying about where they should go on weekends, wondering what to wear...hey, there's a whole other life out there.
Jade, if you only knew how many lives you touched, how many people flocked to the funeral, how many prayers were with you during your coma. But in a way, maybe she did. All my thoughts and prayers are with her family and loved ones right now. The expression on her mother's face was the first scene that made me break down in tears at the hospital. No mother should ever bury her own child. Ever. Nobody deserves that.
I'd prefer closing this post with a positive note. All of you who's reading this, please be thankful for what you have. That your family is complete. That you have your bestfriends surrounding you at the moment. And one more thing; have you been craving to try something in the past few years? That new restauant, those bungee-jumping stuff, that backpacking trip you've always dreamed going with friends or partner? Do it now.
If there's anything to learn, it's that you'll never know what's gonna happen to you in a matter of seconds. Life's too short for second-guessing, for "if only"s, for "I wish"s.
Always drive safe, everyone. Please, take care of yourselves- for your sake and everyone else's.
Goodbye, Jade, we'll see you up there one day, yes? =)
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