I don't feel good and I wanna go home. =(
My tummy hurts like hell and my throat is really scratchy aaargghhhh. I hate being sick. Hey I started a breakfast trend today at mmy beloved morning train. I sat there just staring out the window and suddenly I felt really hungry so I reached for my bread and began chewing hungrily.
And then people began staring at me like I'm some kind of a snotty little kid.
(I did have a runny nose due to my flu, but hey! That wasn't intentional.)
So I stared right back at them and kept on chewing and chewing, I mean, there's no rule that says I can't eat at the train, right ? So I kept enjoying my bread.
And just like that, one by one, three other people began to shyly let out their wrappers and boxes and nibbled at their breakfast.
Ha!
Anyway. Is it just me, or this year's presidential election is still not effective enough? I mean, when people ask me who I'm gonna vote for on April 9th, I still have no idea. And from what I have learned, when your customers cannot recall your brand, you're destined for damnation. If you ask me hey what's your favorite shampoo? I wouldn't hesitate to say Herbal Essences because I like its scent and what it does to my hair.
Now, I can't say I care enough about how Prabowo or SBY smells and what they do to my hair, but at the very least I can recall what party they're from, what's the symbol, what's their message and their campaigns.
And I can't. So it's either my fault for being such an ignorant wuss, or Indonesia's future leaders still don't know how to 'market' themselves.
I believe it's the later option. Because it's not my fault I'm being ignorant; hey, if you're good, you will reach your whole audience even the ignorant ones. That's your target. So don't blame me,, all right, I might not have a high level of nationalism but I still care and I want to be reached. So there. That's your job, candidates.
Hey new member of train gang: BB Kings. Two middle-aged men always hovering and typing their BlackBerries away. Their conversation types would be:
BB King 1: ...too many fake Bolds nowadays.
BB King 2: yeah but you can just look under the batteries to find the authentic PIN numbers.
BB King 1: I'm thinking of Storm.
BB King 2: yeah they're good. Bold's still good though. This Curve is getting boring and stale compared to Storm.
..and they go ooon and oooon and oooon. They were there yesterday and today as well.
I have to get back to work, I will update later peoples! And hey, happy weekend-ing! =)
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
better to be kept in the dark rather than to be blinded by the lights.
I proudly claim that I came up with that. Haha. Suits your mood, right, Ila? ;)
How's everyone doing? This morning on the train I met a baby-faced Brandon Flowers and believe me, it doesn't look as good as it sounds. Sorry =S
Grand Dad was there, Nice Old Fella as well, the usual gang, you know-and thank God FBI Agent was absent today. I don't know what he's up to but let's hope it's something positive.
I'm at the office at the moment and the sun is merciless outside, shoot.
So I haven't been exactly crazy with school lately. I mean , I only go there twice a week now for Leadership and Internship Seminar classes and I so dislike the first one. The lecturer's allright, and it revolves around social stuff which I usually dig but I don't know, maybe the people aren't right.
This weekend I'm planning to go to KFC Kemang with Nugi for a birthday party of triplets :))) I mean, some people are lucky as hell. I've always wanted to have twins, and I can't imagine the pleasure of having triplets !!! I mean, obviously it's madness when they all wail and scream at night, but when you look at their little angelic faces sleeping and snoring peacefully in the crib, I mean, wow :) I want twins. I want a pair of girl and boy, or same-sex is also fine. I'd just love to raise a pair of cute lovable twins; buying cute matching baby suits, strollers, ooooh ! I love the works. :) amen to that.
But to get on the marriage matter--that's for another post. Don't you dare ask me when I'm gonna get married because hell if I know. My mind changes like a lightning bolt every minute anyway. I swear I'll dedicate a post for it one day =P
Anyways, referring back to my earlier post about me and my big mouth, well I just remembered how much I loathe Crocs and people who proudly wear them.
With the way things have been going lately, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught me walking somewhere with a bright neon green pair of Croc sandals.
*shudders
I seriously , honestly, HATE them. It doesn't do you any good (unless of course you're trying your best to look like a fool, in which case you succeed), it doesn't look good and it's way overrated/overpriced.
My throat is really scratchy today :( Hey by the way people in the US are going completely mad, what with the murders , school shooting, drive-by shooting, killing their own families and stuff argh!
Chami, come hoooooome !!
How's everyone doing? This morning on the train I met a baby-faced Brandon Flowers and believe me, it doesn't look as good as it sounds. Sorry =S
Grand Dad was there, Nice Old Fella as well, the usual gang, you know-and thank God FBI Agent was absent today. I don't know what he's up to but let's hope it's something positive.
I'm at the office at the moment and the sun is merciless outside, shoot.
So I haven't been exactly crazy with school lately. I mean , I only go there twice a week now for Leadership and Internship Seminar classes and I so dislike the first one. The lecturer's allright, and it revolves around social stuff which I usually dig but I don't know, maybe the people aren't right.
This weekend I'm planning to go to KFC Kemang with Nugi for a birthday party of triplets :))) I mean, some people are lucky as hell. I've always wanted to have twins, and I can't imagine the pleasure of having triplets !!! I mean, obviously it's madness when they all wail and scream at night, but when you look at their little angelic faces sleeping and snoring peacefully in the crib, I mean, wow :) I want twins. I want a pair of girl and boy, or same-sex is also fine. I'd just love to raise a pair of cute lovable twins; buying cute matching baby suits, strollers, ooooh ! I love the works. :) amen to that.
But to get on the marriage matter--that's for another post. Don't you dare ask me when I'm gonna get married because hell if I know. My mind changes like a lightning bolt every minute anyway. I swear I'll dedicate a post for it one day =P
Anyways, referring back to my earlier post about me and my big mouth, well I just remembered how much I loathe Crocs and people who proudly wear them.
With the way things have been going lately, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught me walking somewhere with a bright neon green pair of Croc sandals.
*shudders
I seriously , honestly, HATE them. It doesn't do you any good (unless of course you're trying your best to look like a fool, in which case you succeed), it doesn't look good and it's way overrated/overpriced.
My throat is really scratchy today :( Hey by the way people in the US are going completely mad, what with the murders , school shooting, drive-by shooting, killing their own families and stuff argh!
Chami, come hoooooome !!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
my train family tree
I love riding the morning trains.
I've been doing that for 3 months now, ever since I began my internship. And i love it. Not just because it's squeaky clean and well air-conditioned, but mainly because I can watch people. Observe them. And then laugh behind their back.
Seriously though, 3 months is a very very long time and I think I've known my train people well enough. I mean, all these times I actually have secret nicknames for them.
Let's start now, shall we?
First off we have a semi-old man who looks like my physics teacher in high school. He hais this aura of knowledge and charm and wisdom when he walks through the crowd in the station. He always has on a Grand Indonesia ID card hanging 'round his neck, and he seems to be the 'old man on campus' type. Knows everyone, greets everyone, pats the beggars on their backs, you know. Let's call him Grand Dad (get it?? Because he works in Grand Indonesia and--oh well, i love puns.) Grand Dad seems nice.
And then there's David Archuleta. Seriously. The guy's young and always has on a postman bag and sits alone near the door bobbing his head to his earphones. Looks kind of gay actually, sorry, but still nice. At least he's not annoying.
Then we have ibu-ibu pejabat or let's just call her Madame. I actually don't think she's a DPR housewife or something but she dfinitely looks like it. Assumptions: always blabbing with her gal pal, her hair in a big updo, her clothes filled with vibrant colors.
And then we have a pair of college girls who always talk and laugh in loud voices so people could listen to what they did on weekends. Type of conversation:
Girl 1 : ..so last Saturday night I was, like, totally wasteeeddd but you know, like..
Girl 2 : EhmyGaawwd you didn't! *shrieks*
Girl 1 : I so totally did! *giggles* and then this guy came and he was like, all over me! Totally hot.
Girl 2: *gasps* How aweeeesome's that?
Girl 1: Totally!
Totally made me want to push them off the railways. I actually even know what Uni they go to, but let's not mention it here ;) Hint: I heard the girls that go there are no different than Barbie One and Two, so, no surprise there.
And then we have Classy Chick. She's this tall, slender mid-twenties who always looks so put together and so well-dressed. She rides the train alone, and she seems tough. I like her. I like her shoes, actually. =P Even only in pants, heels and shirt, maybe because she's tall and thin, well, it looks very classy. Good job.
Moving on, we got Lion Airess and Perv Guy Who Hits On Lion Airess. Let me explain.
About a month ago, I stood in front of a young girl with Lion Air Training uniform. She looks decent enough, but the man beside her, well, I do have this ability to tell which ones are the good ones and which ones are bad, and I could tell you that the man was up to no good. I mean, he sat waayy too close to her and asked her a lot of lame questions to which she often replied with a nervous laugh. Poor girl. I did give the Perv a death stare , but the man was clueless, of course. It's been a long time since I saw them, actually.
Let's hope the girl's okay =S
There's also a man that looks exactly like my communications research method lecturer. I mean, it's a splitting image,seriously. I hope my teacher isn't so tech-savvy so he wouldn't stumble upon this blog.
And today, ladies and gentlemen, I met an FBI Agent.
Don't laugh.
It was terrfying, let me tell you. He was a newcomer so when he stepped into the train, we all looked in. He was dressed in jeans, boots, jackets, cap and get this: shades. I mean, I guess when you're abroad it's okay to wear sunglasses indoors. In Indonesia, you will be hunted down and flagged down as a terrorist. And not to mention the combat boots he was wearing. He also had this cheek stubble--I was mortified. We couldn't tell whether he was closing his eyes or not because of the dark shades. He sat sulking near the door , watching people as they pass by.
Hey, all negativity aside, maybe he was observing people just like me.
Last but not least, we have Nice Old Fella. He's my friend. Seriously. First time I talked to him was to thank him for giving up his seat for me. And one day, when a passenger got off and I was about to take her seat, a guy beat me to it and sat down.
What a jerk. I mean, there are posters all over that says YOU HAVE TO PRIORITIZE THE ELDERLY, THE WOMEN, AND THE KIDS to sit. But oh well. Nice Old Fella shook his head in disbelief, and we shared an "eh, what can you do?" look. So we got to talking and else.
I still have many train characters I wanna share with you, but let's do that later. My tummy is grumbling mercilessly and it's lunchtime :D
See ya later, aligator!
ps: To protect the innocents, I think it's best that I don't mention the details of my train schedule ;)
I've been doing that for 3 months now, ever since I began my internship. And i love it. Not just because it's squeaky clean and well air-conditioned, but mainly because I can watch people. Observe them. And then laugh behind their back.
Seriously though, 3 months is a very very long time and I think I've known my train people well enough. I mean, all these times I actually have secret nicknames for them.
Let's start now, shall we?
First off we have a semi-old man who looks like my physics teacher in high school. He hais this aura of knowledge and charm and wisdom when he walks through the crowd in the station. He always has on a Grand Indonesia ID card hanging 'round his neck, and he seems to be the 'old man on campus' type. Knows everyone, greets everyone, pats the beggars on their backs, you know. Let's call him Grand Dad (get it?? Because he works in Grand Indonesia and--oh well, i love puns.) Grand Dad seems nice.
And then there's David Archuleta. Seriously. The guy's young and always has on a postman bag and sits alone near the door bobbing his head to his earphones. Looks kind of gay actually, sorry, but still nice. At least he's not annoying.
Then we have ibu-ibu pejabat or let's just call her Madame. I actually don't think she's a DPR housewife or something but she dfinitely looks like it. Assumptions: always blabbing with her gal pal, her hair in a big updo, her clothes filled with vibrant colors.
And then we have a pair of college girls who always talk and laugh in loud voices so people could listen to what they did on weekends. Type of conversation:
Girl 1 : ..so last Saturday night I was, like, totally wasteeeddd but you know, like..
Girl 2 : EhmyGaawwd you didn't! *shrieks*
Girl 1 : I so totally did! *giggles* and then this guy came and he was like, all over me! Totally hot.
Girl 2: *gasps* How aweeeesome's that?
Girl 1: Totally!
Totally made me want to push them off the railways. I actually even know what Uni they go to, but let's not mention it here ;) Hint: I heard the girls that go there are no different than Barbie One and Two, so, no surprise there.
And then we have Classy Chick. She's this tall, slender mid-twenties who always looks so put together and so well-dressed. She rides the train alone, and she seems tough. I like her. I like her shoes, actually. =P Even only in pants, heels and shirt, maybe because she's tall and thin, well, it looks very classy. Good job.
Moving on, we got Lion Airess and Perv Guy Who Hits On Lion Airess. Let me explain.
About a month ago, I stood in front of a young girl with Lion Air Training uniform. She looks decent enough, but the man beside her, well, I do have this ability to tell which ones are the good ones and which ones are bad, and I could tell you that the man was up to no good. I mean, he sat waayy too close to her and asked her a lot of lame questions to which she often replied with a nervous laugh. Poor girl. I did give the Perv a death stare , but the man was clueless, of course. It's been a long time since I saw them, actually.
Let's hope the girl's okay =S
There's also a man that looks exactly like my communications research method lecturer. I mean, it's a splitting image,seriously. I hope my teacher isn't so tech-savvy so he wouldn't stumble upon this blog.
And today, ladies and gentlemen, I met an FBI Agent.
Don't laugh.
It was terrfying, let me tell you. He was a newcomer so when he stepped into the train, we all looked in. He was dressed in jeans, boots, jackets, cap and get this: shades. I mean, I guess when you're abroad it's okay to wear sunglasses indoors. In Indonesia, you will be hunted down and flagged down as a terrorist. And not to mention the combat boots he was wearing. He also had this cheek stubble--I was mortified. We couldn't tell whether he was closing his eyes or not because of the dark shades. He sat sulking near the door , watching people as they pass by.
Hey, all negativity aside, maybe he was observing people just like me.
Last but not least, we have Nice Old Fella. He's my friend. Seriously. First time I talked to him was to thank him for giving up his seat for me. And one day, when a passenger got off and I was about to take her seat, a guy beat me to it and sat down.
What a jerk. I mean, there are posters all over that says YOU HAVE TO PRIORITIZE THE ELDERLY, THE WOMEN, AND THE KIDS to sit. But oh well. Nice Old Fella shook his head in disbelief, and we shared an "eh, what can you do?" look. So we got to talking and else.
I still have many train characters I wanna share with you, but let's do that later. My tummy is grumbling mercilessly and it's lunchtime :D
See ya later, aligator!
ps: To protect the innocents, I think it's best that I don't mention the details of my train schedule ;)
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