..in a completely good way.
http://stormyhaze.blogspot.com/ (title: A Little Thank-You Note)
This post leaves me speechless. Utterly completely speechless.
I love you, sis :)
Sunday, December 18, 2011
one winter day
Sure, it's all going great, at least as great as she never thought it would be. Their laughter vibrated off the auditorium and everyone is smiling and hugging and dancing and singing off the top of their lungs. There's this warm burst of happiness in their chests every day and night and these two in particular cannot stop smiling at each other, shaking their heads unable to believe that everything is a great as they never thought it would be.
The tickle in their stomach, the gleeful look in their eyes, the bubble of laughter escaping their throat, the exchange of witty banter and inside jokes that only the two of them know. The unspeakable level of understanding that they have of each other just by exchanging brief glances. Hand gestures. Body language. It's all going oh so great; yes, it's happening and no; it's not only a friction of imagination.
But what happens when the show ends and the reality starts?
When the lights go out and the script is no longer written; when the rest of the cast heads home in sorrow and the laughter stops echoing in the room; when the playbook she's holding in her hand reads 'THE END-NOW WHAT?'; when the words finally die in his throat; when the music abruptly stops and all heads turn to see who's standing in the doorway in horror; when he's a deer caught in the headlight; when the big question arrives and reality sets in; when it's time to flip the coin and make a decision; when the audience gets up and leaves one by one with one last bittersweet look at the lead male and female cast; when the janitor passes by and sweeps everything off the floor, including the remains of the scripts;
I guess there's no other way for her but to have one final bow and exit stage; left.
The tickle in their stomach, the gleeful look in their eyes, the bubble of laughter escaping their throat, the exchange of witty banter and inside jokes that only the two of them know. The unspeakable level of understanding that they have of each other just by exchanging brief glances. Hand gestures. Body language. It's all going oh so great; yes, it's happening and no; it's not only a friction of imagination.
But what happens when the show ends and the reality starts?
When the lights go out and the script is no longer written; when the rest of the cast heads home in sorrow and the laughter stops echoing in the room; when the playbook she's holding in her hand reads 'THE END-NOW WHAT?'; when the words finally die in his throat; when the music abruptly stops and all heads turn to see who's standing in the doorway in horror; when he's a deer caught in the headlight; when the big question arrives and reality sets in; when it's time to flip the coin and make a decision; when the audience gets up and leaves one by one with one last bittersweet look at the lead male and female cast; when the janitor passes by and sweeps everything off the floor, including the remains of the scripts;
I guess there's no other way for her but to have one final bow and exit stage; left.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
365 days
I wonder how many of you have settled for second best.
I've stumbled upon many conversations about people dreaming, wanting, yearning to go somewhere, have something, be with someone....but ends up somewhere far far away from their initial destination, their ultimate goal; dangerously steering off the track.To shift this into yet another metaphor (as I obviously cannot mention the real case here), let's think of this as your preference for foods, so to speak.
So after years of years of living and reading cuisine magazines; after countless dining in restaurants, cafes, and home-cooked meals; you finally, finally, at last, know what you want as your last meal before you die: a slice of mushroom pizza. (i know it's called fungi, you pretentious culinary freaks. But this ain't a foodie blog so just scram and hurry back to your kitchen).
With mushroom pizza in mind, you are now set to explore the world and the magical restaurant adventure to search for this one perfect last meal to have for the rest of your life. You cannot wait to taste every bite of it and you appreciate each and every ingredient in it; you yearn for the creamy, slightly cheesy sauce; the soft pizza dough, the tangy sauce and the crisp, finger-lickin-good slices of mushrooms. You admire them all. And you cannot wait to have them as the perfect choice to close the final chapter of your life.
But there's one catch--you still don't know yet which restaurant has them. Of course, most restaurants do. But when you take that first bite, you realize that either the mushrooms are limp, the dough is far from edible, or the sauce smells funny. Either way, you get back on your feet and resume your journey to find the most exquisite, exceptionally good mushroom pizza you've realized you've been wanting all your life. But the challenge is tempting. And I'm not talking about the weather or the far distance--rain, storms, strong sunshine; you can take all of these. It's the temptations of other foods you cannot stand.
What's stopping you from sitting down, resting your super tired legs on a streetside bench one day, and eating delicious hot dog sold in the cart right in front of you? What about those fettuccine? Did you see the cheese on that burger? And don't even get me started on deserts..........And one day, one very tiring day, just when you feel so down and you're so sure that you will never, ever find the restaurant that sells the dream mushroom pizza, you finally stop in front of a steakhouse, panting and out of breath. It's been weeks. Months. Years. And still you haven't eaten anything because you're so sure you'll find your pizza. So you raise your hand and push open the door to the steakhouse, where the OPEN sign dangles happily. You took each step to the counter with unspoken embarrassment and disappointment at yourself, but oh, well. You finally raise your head and face the smiling waitress ready to take your order. Your hand trembles when you have that first slice of chicken steak.
And just like that--you've settled for second best. Congratulations.
I wonder how many people are fine with it. I wonder how many of you said "FINALLY" instead of "Oh, well." I wonder how many of you finds that mushroom pizza in the end and feeling so happy that you ignored all those burgers and pretzels and steaks. I wonder how many of you are smiling full of admiration at your pizzas right now, feeling content, fulfilled, satisfied. Finally. And the question I'd like to know most, is why. Why did you ever stop on that bench to smell the foods? Why are you so easily settling for second best while you know that something greater is waiting for you on the other side? Are you so scared that you won't get to meet other foods, so you decide to eat whatever's in front of you? Is it the not knowing that kills you? Are you so sure that you'll never find that restaurant? Because settling for second best doesn't work--you know?
Not when you've had that pizza before.
This, I should've told you in the beginning, isn't the case where you don't know whether the mushroom pizza exists or not. You know for a fact that it does. You've had half a bite of it, so you know it's here. Somewhere. But you don't want to go back to that half bite--this time you want the full slice. So when you've been craving mushroom pizza all these years, and then you end up thinking what the hell and opt for a chicken steak instead, you know what happens?
It.doesn't.taste.the.same. All the time you're savoring that steak with your fork and knife, you cannot help thinking the two most dangerous words ever invented together: What If. And by the time you chop that first slice of steak.....I hope you realize that you're saying goodbye to those delicious sauce, warm pizza dough and crispy mushrooms forever. You can't even afford to sneak a glance at it. Adios. All because you bought a chicken steak. Come on, it's a mushroom freaking pizza. It's not exactly rocket science. And that satisfied sigh you let out once you lips touch the dough; won't that be priceless?
This probably doesn't make sense to you. I'm just jotting down certain thoughts that I've been hearing endlessly from people around me. Certain stories that make me scream silently--of course you're not happy; you settled for second best!
Anyways. This isn't a personal story, not really. I will make sure to let you know when I find that delectable mushroom pizza. And by then, I most definitely will let you know whether I'll decide to say 'finally'...or 'oh well.'
I've stumbled upon many conversations about people dreaming, wanting, yearning to go somewhere, have something, be with someone....but ends up somewhere far far away from their initial destination, their ultimate goal; dangerously steering off the track.To shift this into yet another metaphor (as I obviously cannot mention the real case here), let's think of this as your preference for foods, so to speak.
So after years of years of living and reading cuisine magazines; after countless dining in restaurants, cafes, and home-cooked meals; you finally, finally, at last, know what you want as your last meal before you die: a slice of mushroom pizza. (i know it's called fungi, you pretentious culinary freaks. But this ain't a foodie blog so just scram and hurry back to your kitchen).
With mushroom pizza in mind, you are now set to explore the world and the magical restaurant adventure to search for this one perfect last meal to have for the rest of your life. You cannot wait to taste every bite of it and you appreciate each and every ingredient in it; you yearn for the creamy, slightly cheesy sauce; the soft pizza dough, the tangy sauce and the crisp, finger-lickin-good slices of mushrooms. You admire them all. And you cannot wait to have them as the perfect choice to close the final chapter of your life.
But there's one catch--you still don't know yet which restaurant has them. Of course, most restaurants do. But when you take that first bite, you realize that either the mushrooms are limp, the dough is far from edible, or the sauce smells funny. Either way, you get back on your feet and resume your journey to find the most exquisite, exceptionally good mushroom pizza you've realized you've been wanting all your life. But the challenge is tempting. And I'm not talking about the weather or the far distance--rain, storms, strong sunshine; you can take all of these. It's the temptations of other foods you cannot stand.
What's stopping you from sitting down, resting your super tired legs on a streetside bench one day, and eating delicious hot dog sold in the cart right in front of you? What about those fettuccine? Did you see the cheese on that burger? And don't even get me started on deserts..........And one day, one very tiring day, just when you feel so down and you're so sure that you will never, ever find the restaurant that sells the dream mushroom pizza, you finally stop in front of a steakhouse, panting and out of breath. It's been weeks. Months. Years. And still you haven't eaten anything because you're so sure you'll find your pizza. So you raise your hand and push open the door to the steakhouse, where the OPEN sign dangles happily. You took each step to the counter with unspoken embarrassment and disappointment at yourself, but oh, well. You finally raise your head and face the smiling waitress ready to take your order. Your hand trembles when you have that first slice of chicken steak.
And just like that--you've settled for second best. Congratulations.
I wonder how many people are fine with it. I wonder how many of you said "FINALLY" instead of "Oh, well." I wonder how many of you finds that mushroom pizza in the end and feeling so happy that you ignored all those burgers and pretzels and steaks. I wonder how many of you are smiling full of admiration at your pizzas right now, feeling content, fulfilled, satisfied. Finally. And the question I'd like to know most, is why. Why did you ever stop on that bench to smell the foods? Why are you so easily settling for second best while you know that something greater is waiting for you on the other side? Are you so scared that you won't get to meet other foods, so you decide to eat whatever's in front of you? Is it the not knowing that kills you? Are you so sure that you'll never find that restaurant? Because settling for second best doesn't work--you know?
Not when you've had that pizza before.
This, I should've told you in the beginning, isn't the case where you don't know whether the mushroom pizza exists or not. You know for a fact that it does. You've had half a bite of it, so you know it's here. Somewhere. But you don't want to go back to that half bite--this time you want the full slice. So when you've been craving mushroom pizza all these years, and then you end up thinking what the hell and opt for a chicken steak instead, you know what happens?
It.doesn't.taste.the.same. All the time you're savoring that steak with your fork and knife, you cannot help thinking the two most dangerous words ever invented together: What If. And by the time you chop that first slice of steak.....I hope you realize that you're saying goodbye to those delicious sauce, warm pizza dough and crispy mushrooms forever. You can't even afford to sneak a glance at it. Adios. All because you bought a chicken steak. Come on, it's a mushroom freaking pizza. It's not exactly rocket science. And that satisfied sigh you let out once you lips touch the dough; won't that be priceless?
This probably doesn't make sense to you. I'm just jotting down certain thoughts that I've been hearing endlessly from people around me. Certain stories that make me scream silently--of course you're not happy; you settled for second best!
Anyways. This isn't a personal story, not really. I will make sure to let you know when I find that delectable mushroom pizza. And by then, I most definitely will let you know whether I'll decide to say 'finally'...or 'oh well.'
Saturday, May 28, 2011
eye for an eye?
Do you know what is the common, most simple mistake that causes fights, heated arguments, and spiteful debates?
It's the incapability to see the other person's signal.
I have been placed, sometimes unintentionally, as the middleman between two people who don't like each other in one room. When one of them speaks, I can just tell that he's giving warning vibes by the words he's chosen to speak out. (OK, Lesson One: you might think that angry people don't realize what's gonna come out of their mouth, right? Wrong. Their words are already structured and poised so properly that they knew it was gonna come off as rude as possible to their opponent, like a stretch bow aiming right to their heads.)
When you hear that certain tone, that sarcastic grit of teeth that's like fingernails in chalkboard to your ears, that reply coming out of their lips that sounds like they're ready to challenge you to the next Gladiator match, even if they didn't exactly say "Fuck off I hate you", even though they looked relaxed when delivering the next line while the words are dripping with acid and tension rises a millimeter higher in the room,
THEN BACK DOWN.
Seriously.
To me personally, as I've been in this situation more times than you think, when one of them spits out something that i just KNOW will offend the other person, and when the other person starts replying with more hurtful comebacks with an even more frightfully calmer tone, I knew it was going to be a disaster. It's just like watching horror movies (read: slasher teen crap) when the stupid blonde bimbo decides to go upstairs to check if her friend's alive, when the audience all know that a serial killer with a butcher is grinning in anticipation in the upstairs bedroom.
OK, rewind just a little bit.
Even way before the hurtful comebacks and sarcasm starts, even before the offensive slurs will pour out, please, I'm begging you to please read your opponent's moods and body language. You see, I thought this was a normal rule of thumb that everyone is familiar of.
Trust me, it's not.
Although it's flattering that people kind of trust a certain someone to be the middleman, sometimes it's more like a curse than a blessing. Add to the fact that both parties will eventually come to you to ask for advice.
Seriously, people. It's a much nicer feeling when you're actually not fighting with anyone. Try it for once. Backing down for once in a while will NOT hurt anybody--not even your ego. Or at least, have the courtesy to LISTEN to your opponent's story first and see it from their point of view. Maybe you missed something there.
Well anyway, this is pretty depressing for a Saturday-morning posting. I'll stop, though I can't say this won't have its Part II and III an so on, and will leave this posting happy and cheerful and optimistic by wishing you all a great, well-deserved weekend.
Oh. I wrote "Lesson One" up there, so I'd better follow up with Lesson Two:
This post and my theory, of course, is all complete and utter bullshit when I'm the one facing an opponent.
It's the incapability to see the other person's signal.
I have been placed, sometimes unintentionally, as the middleman between two people who don't like each other in one room. When one of them speaks, I can just tell that he's giving warning vibes by the words he's chosen to speak out. (OK, Lesson One: you might think that angry people don't realize what's gonna come out of their mouth, right? Wrong. Their words are already structured and poised so properly that they knew it was gonna come off as rude as possible to their opponent, like a stretch bow aiming right to their heads.)
When you hear that certain tone, that sarcastic grit of teeth that's like fingernails in chalkboard to your ears, that reply coming out of their lips that sounds like they're ready to challenge you to the next Gladiator match, even if they didn't exactly say "Fuck off I hate you", even though they looked relaxed when delivering the next line while the words are dripping with acid and tension rises a millimeter higher in the room,
THEN BACK DOWN.
Seriously.
To me personally, as I've been in this situation more times than you think, when one of them spits out something that i just KNOW will offend the other person, and when the other person starts replying with more hurtful comebacks with an even more frightfully calmer tone, I knew it was going to be a disaster. It's just like watching horror movies (read: slasher teen crap) when the stupid blonde bimbo decides to go upstairs to check if her friend's alive, when the audience all know that a serial killer with a butcher is grinning in anticipation in the upstairs bedroom.
OK, rewind just a little bit.
Even way before the hurtful comebacks and sarcasm starts, even before the offensive slurs will pour out, please, I'm begging you to please read your opponent's moods and body language. You see, I thought this was a normal rule of thumb that everyone is familiar of.
Trust me, it's not.
Although it's flattering that people kind of trust a certain someone to be the middleman, sometimes it's more like a curse than a blessing. Add to the fact that both parties will eventually come to you to ask for advice.
Seriously, people. It's a much nicer feeling when you're actually not fighting with anyone. Try it for once. Backing down for once in a while will NOT hurt anybody--not even your ego. Or at least, have the courtesy to LISTEN to your opponent's story first and see it from their point of view. Maybe you missed something there.
Well anyway, this is pretty depressing for a Saturday-morning posting. I'll stop, though I can't say this won't have its Part II and III an so on, and will leave this posting happy and cheerful and optimistic by wishing you all a great, well-deserved weekend.
Oh. I wrote "Lesson One" up there, so I'd better follow up with Lesson Two:
This post and my theory, of course, is all complete and utter bullshit when I'm the one facing an opponent.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
I WANT MY OWL BACK!
Where did my owl background go?! :_(
I want my "hoot hoot" pink owl perched on the top of this page to be back. Can anyone help? :( I think I need to do something with the html again. Not exactly good with this stuff.
Anyways, guess where I've just returned from.
Papua.
I bet, if you know me well, that's a sentence you never thought you'd hear, huh? And two words that you'd never think would be in the same sentence; me and Papua.
Anyways, to make long story short, it was a business trip and lasted a week. I literally traveled from Merauke to Sabang because my next destination after FakFak, Papua, is Aceh Tenggara near Medan. I got to do with with a client, but more importantly, with my colleague whom I've considered as quite close. He actually helped the trip more bearable for me because face it, I was scared shitless when they assigned me to go, but it turned out 80% better than i thought. So yay! :) And we got to do some culinary trip in Medan, so all's good.
I might post pictures of Fak Fak and its wonderful citizen later. I'm too knackered right now and I'm actually writing this between sneezes. I basically sound like a man and my head twirls.
So hey, I just realized I never told you about this new side job I got a few months ago. I am now officially a volunteer to teach English to children; how fun is THAT!? Actually come to think of it not really, because I can't teach. I keep giving Snickers bars and Minute Maid juices to any kid who can answer my question, and I've come to think that they only came for the snacks. Well anyway. I'm currently not teaching, though, because the children are off for a 3-month internship somewhere.
I really miss my owl.
I have got to stop sneezing.
I want my "hoot hoot" pink owl perched on the top of this page to be back. Can anyone help? :( I think I need to do something with the html again. Not exactly good with this stuff.
Anyways, guess where I've just returned from.
Papua.
I bet, if you know me well, that's a sentence you never thought you'd hear, huh? And two words that you'd never think would be in the same sentence; me and Papua.
Anyways, to make long story short, it was a business trip and lasted a week. I literally traveled from Merauke to Sabang because my next destination after FakFak, Papua, is Aceh Tenggara near Medan. I got to do with with a client, but more importantly, with my colleague whom I've considered as quite close. He actually helped the trip more bearable for me because face it, I was scared shitless when they assigned me to go, but it turned out 80% better than i thought. So yay! :) And we got to do some culinary trip in Medan, so all's good.
I might post pictures of Fak Fak and its wonderful citizen later. I'm too knackered right now and I'm actually writing this between sneezes. I basically sound like a man and my head twirls.
So hey, I just realized I never told you about this new side job I got a few months ago. I am now officially a volunteer to teach English to children; how fun is THAT!? Actually come to think of it not really, because I can't teach. I keep giving Snickers bars and Minute Maid juices to any kid who can answer my question, and I've come to think that they only came for the snacks. Well anyway. I'm currently not teaching, though, because the children are off for a 3-month internship somewhere.
I really miss my owl.
I have got to stop sneezing.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
eternal infatuation
I think, I have an unhealthy thing for Disney.
By the way before we start, don't wory, this ain't a paid post. Trust me, i don't have to be paid to write about Michael Mouse & Co.
As part of our annual tradition (and by our I mean me and my soon-to-be-married, 27-yr-old sister and my mom) I watched Disney on Ice's World of Fantasy in Istora Senayan. This year, they featured my all-itme favorite, first-Disney-movie-I-like, the beautiful, magnificent, graceful...
...Lion King.
It's the first movie that made my cry when I was little and it's no secret that I heart lions. Even better, talking lions. So in short, the Lion King on ice was A MA ZING. Flawless. Scar was vicious as hell, Musafa was courageous, Nala was graceful and Timon and Pumba, well, were very little and big, respectively.
And then they sang all these songs that I still know by heart, thanks to the endless hours of watching its laser disc (!!) and dancing in front of TV to the tunes (!!!!)when I was a kid.
I personally think Walt Disney is crazy.
Was, I meant. The dude is practically responsible for all dreamy-eyed, wistful-looking children aged zero to twenty four years old (ahem) all over the globe. It's crazy how he created this whole alternate universe where princesses and fairies and princes and castls and insane-looking characters exist. Disney is ageless, in terms of its audience and the brand itself. You will never ever get tired of Disney and I personally do not get people who don't like Mouse & Co.
Anyways.
Work has been crazy. Something even crazier in terms of personal life has occurred last week but I'm in no mood whatsoever to tell it here. Oh, also, I have a new resolution. I've come to events in my life that are going berserkly (a word?) wrong, completely, unbelievably off the right path. Far beyond my plans. And that throws me down to the ground, many many times, so my new reslotion would be not to have plans. At all. Not even plan Bs and Cs.
THEN I'd be free from the threat of a cardiac arrest at such a young age. I get terrified and jittery all the time, worrying over the fact that my life will not go according to plan. I'm done with that. You can only get so far with them and what do you do when it fails to happen? You become depressed! Thus, my next plan, effective imemdiately, is not to have a plan.
...we'll see about that.
By the way before we start, don't wory, this ain't a paid post. Trust me, i don't have to be paid to write about Michael Mouse & Co.
As part of our annual tradition (and by our I mean me and my soon-to-be-married, 27-yr-old sister and my mom) I watched Disney on Ice's World of Fantasy in Istora Senayan. This year, they featured my all-itme favorite, first-Disney-movie-I-like, the beautiful, magnificent, graceful...
...Lion King.
It's the first movie that made my cry when I was little and it's no secret that I heart lions. Even better, talking lions. So in short, the Lion King on ice was A MA ZING. Flawless. Scar was vicious as hell, Musafa was courageous, Nala was graceful and Timon and Pumba, well, were very little and big, respectively.
And then they sang all these songs that I still know by heart, thanks to the endless hours of watching its laser disc (!!) and dancing in front of TV to the tunes (!!!!)when I was a kid.
I personally think Walt Disney is crazy.
Was, I meant. The dude is practically responsible for all dreamy-eyed, wistful-looking children aged zero to twenty four years old (ahem) all over the globe. It's crazy how he created this whole alternate universe where princesses and fairies and princes and castls and insane-looking characters exist. Disney is ageless, in terms of its audience and the brand itself. You will never ever get tired of Disney and I personally do not get people who don't like Mouse & Co.
Anyways.
Work has been crazy. Something even crazier in terms of personal life has occurred last week but I'm in no mood whatsoever to tell it here. Oh, also, I have a new resolution. I've come to events in my life that are going berserkly (a word?) wrong, completely, unbelievably off the right path. Far beyond my plans. And that throws me down to the ground, many many times, so my new reslotion would be not to have plans. At all. Not even plan Bs and Cs.
THEN I'd be free from the threat of a cardiac arrest at such a young age. I get terrified and jittery all the time, worrying over the fact that my life will not go according to plan. I'm done with that. You can only get so far with them and what do you do when it fails to happen? You become depressed! Thus, my next plan, effective imemdiately, is not to have a plan.
...we'll see about that.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
You're better off being boring than pretentious.
OK, I need to say something first before I dive further into the post.
I'm glad I'm surrounded by smart, intelligent, un-tacky friends and people in my life.
There, I said it. I'm not smart, certainly not knowledgable, and not that kind of intelligent person who blogs or tweets continuously about economic condition, financial markets, tradings, politics, or ancient history. (please; one of my ealirer posts was focusing on a talking cat.)
I'm glad my friends are all well-educated, filled with enriching experiences, and do not worship Starbucks, Segarra, 7/11, Bali (Twitter alert status: "Beach plz!"), fixie, current Jakartan ABG slangs, or Zooey Deschanel ("OMG her style is so me!!!!!!") as their ultimate hangout spots or role models. I like that each of my friend has their own distinctive style, thoughts, insights, one that does not scream desperation to fit in. I'm glad that I have those who constantly update me both on the entertainment hot spots in town and current affairs. Or, to quote a friend back then,
"These days you just can't afford being stupid."
Which I would love to put as the closing statement of this post.
Thank you.
I'm glad I'm surrounded by smart, intelligent, un-tacky friends and people in my life.
There, I said it. I'm not smart, certainly not knowledgable, and not that kind of intelligent person who blogs or tweets continuously about economic condition, financial markets, tradings, politics, or ancient history. (please; one of my ealirer posts was focusing on a talking cat.)
I'm glad my friends are all well-educated, filled with enriching experiences, and do not worship Starbucks, Segarra, 7/11, Bali (Twitter alert status: "Beach plz!"), fixie, current Jakartan ABG slangs, or Zooey Deschanel ("OMG her style is so me!!!!!!") as their ultimate hangout spots or role models. I like that each of my friend has their own distinctive style, thoughts, insights, one that does not scream desperation to fit in. I'm glad that I have those who constantly update me both on the entertainment hot spots in town and current affairs. Or, to quote a friend back then,
"These days you just can't afford being stupid."
Which I would love to put as the closing statement of this post.
Thank you.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
"when my darkers days are my alibi"
So here's what I've been up to in the past months since we last talked:
1. I drank coffee. (!!) Although, bear in mind that my version of coffee is Nescafe's 3 in 1 with two teaspoons of sugar. At least.
2. Flew alone, abroad, for the very first time for a business trip. Don't you love how professional it sounds, 'business trip'? When I was little and went to airports, I saw men with gray suits and briefcases and wearing glasses and I wondered, always, what IS a business trip? What do you do there? It sounded far from interesting, but hey, like everything else in this world, you don't know how cold the water is until you dip your feet into it. In other words, it was pretty awesome. I get to look all serious in my work suit and reading glasses. (They weren't necessary, really, if only I didn't have a meeting to go straight into right after I landed. And the glasses were to protect my dear beloved eyes who are getting even more unpredictable. Speaking of which, )
3. I finally learned what my eye condition is !!! Thanks to RS Internasional Bintaro (whoops- I mean Premiere. They changed it after the Health Ministry required all so-called international hospitals to be officially accredited, and RSIB is not. But hey, we'll get to geeky stuff later.) I finally knew what this disease, this gut-wrenching, horrifying, mood-ruining eye condition is known as: Recurring Cornea Something. (Aggrasion? Aggression? Abrassion?). Which means, the most outer layer of my cornea is highly sensitive because it tends to "fall off". In other words, I'm screwed. Bad news, this disease is unpredictable in terms of when it's going to attack me, i.e. making my eye blood-red and making me feel as if a giant seashell is stuck in there. Good news, there is a cure (YAY!), which includes poking my eyeball with needles (I'm not frigging kidding.) which will help sew together my first and second cornea layers. Another news that is between good and bad, I can only undergo the treatment once the disease attacks again. In precaution though, I am now bringing antibiotic eye drops everywhere I go. I swear, it feels more important than wallet or phone that forgetting to bring it wherever I go freaked me out to no end.
3. My most anticipated client project went successfully in two cities. Had the pleasure of managing it on site in Surabaya, and the brand launch went well. Thank God.
4. I applied for a new job. All still very unclear about the prospect, but hey, would appreciate your good-luck wishes. :)
5. I started liking classic piano tunes. Well, at least only from this guy: John Schmidt. He combined songs beautifully, YouTube it if you haven't already.
6. I discovered that I have a tiny dot of mole in my right leg. You know what this means--the old belief is that people with moles in feet are bound to leave far far away. AMEN!
Whilst none of those updates was interesting, I will try to write more frequently here, as promise when I started this blog.
Good night!
1. I drank coffee. (!!) Although, bear in mind that my version of coffee is Nescafe's 3 in 1 with two teaspoons of sugar. At least.
2. Flew alone, abroad, for the very first time for a business trip. Don't you love how professional it sounds, 'business trip'? When I was little and went to airports, I saw men with gray suits and briefcases and wearing glasses and I wondered, always, what IS a business trip? What do you do there? It sounded far from interesting, but hey, like everything else in this world, you don't know how cold the water is until you dip your feet into it. In other words, it was pretty awesome. I get to look all serious in my work suit and reading glasses. (They weren't necessary, really, if only I didn't have a meeting to go straight into right after I landed. And the glasses were to protect my dear beloved eyes who are getting even more unpredictable. Speaking of which, )
3. I finally learned what my eye condition is !!! Thanks to RS Internasional Bintaro (whoops- I mean Premiere. They changed it after the Health Ministry required all so-called international hospitals to be officially accredited, and RSIB is not. But hey, we'll get to geeky stuff later.) I finally knew what this disease, this gut-wrenching, horrifying, mood-ruining eye condition is known as: Recurring Cornea Something. (Aggrasion? Aggression? Abrassion?). Which means, the most outer layer of my cornea is highly sensitive because it tends to "fall off". In other words, I'm screwed. Bad news, this disease is unpredictable in terms of when it's going to attack me, i.e. making my eye blood-red and making me feel as if a giant seashell is stuck in there. Good news, there is a cure (YAY!), which includes poking my eyeball with needles (I'm not frigging kidding.) which will help sew together my first and second cornea layers. Another news that is between good and bad, I can only undergo the treatment once the disease attacks again. In precaution though, I am now bringing antibiotic eye drops everywhere I go. I swear, it feels more important than wallet or phone that forgetting to bring it wherever I go freaked me out to no end.
3. My most anticipated client project went successfully in two cities. Had the pleasure of managing it on site in Surabaya, and the brand launch went well. Thank God.
4. I applied for a new job. All still very unclear about the prospect, but hey, would appreciate your good-luck wishes. :)
5. I started liking classic piano tunes. Well, at least only from this guy: John Schmidt. He combined songs beautifully, YouTube it if you haven't already.
6. I discovered that I have a tiny dot of mole in my right leg. You know what this means--the old belief is that people with moles in feet are bound to leave far far away. AMEN!
Whilst none of those updates was interesting, I will try to write more frequently here, as promise when I started this blog.
Good night!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
"stop; turn back, rewind."
It's January 1st, 2011 now. I swear, 2010 must have been the fastest year ever. So in honor to that, I thought I'd give some much-needed awards for some outstanding events that occurred during my 2010.
#Happiest Moment of 2010
: This is easy. No doubt, Jan19-24, 2010. Bangkok trip, three bestfriends, laughing for six days in a row. Exploring a foreign city by foot, eating whatever they are selling in the streetside stalls, sleeping in a hotel we've only heard the name of a few hours prior to booking. Cheap bargains, cheap foods, made musician/artists friends while spending our last night at a jammin' cafe.
#Worst Moment of 2010
: Hmm. Must be when I started getting my eye virus more often. Hurt like hell. Think I'm exaggerating? Imagine living with a pin jabbing your right eye constantly. And it gets worse when you close it, so adios, sleep. Let's hope it won't happen again.
#Best Surprise of 2010
: The Disney media tour, of course. Going to each and every Disney park in the universe has always been my goal. Thanks to the office, I managed to visit the one in HK, all expenses paid. Two down,two more to go. Alhamdulillah. Best business trip ever; even though the eye thingy got in the way--again.
#Saddest Moment of 2010
: When my sister's boyfriend's dad passed away. Enough said.
#Worst Month of 2010
: April. No doubt. Two 'events' were occurring both at the same time, successfully making me lose concentration at work. It was bad, and I mean bad.
#Tear-jerking Moment of 2010
: Make that plural; my bestfriend's wedding, my bestfriend giving birth to her first daughter, my sister's engagement!
#New Thing I Learned in 2010
: ..that I could make a (half) decent three-layered cheesecake and apple pie.
#Most Shocking Moment of 2010
: Mid-April. I think it was a shock for everyone too.
and last but not least,
#Most Memorable Moment of 2010
: Mid-Feb to March. One month. I'm not saying if it was good or bad; all I know for sure is that it was memorable. And always will be.
Happy New Year, everyone.
#Happiest Moment of 2010
: This is easy. No doubt, Jan19-24, 2010. Bangkok trip, three bestfriends, laughing for six days in a row. Exploring a foreign city by foot, eating whatever they are selling in the streetside stalls, sleeping in a hotel we've only heard the name of a few hours prior to booking. Cheap bargains, cheap foods, made musician/artists friends while spending our last night at a jammin' cafe.
#Worst Moment of 2010
: Hmm. Must be when I started getting my eye virus more often. Hurt like hell. Think I'm exaggerating? Imagine living with a pin jabbing your right eye constantly. And it gets worse when you close it, so adios, sleep. Let's hope it won't happen again.
#Best Surprise of 2010
: The Disney media tour, of course. Going to each and every Disney park in the universe has always been my goal. Thanks to the office, I managed to visit the one in HK, all expenses paid. Two down,two more to go. Alhamdulillah. Best business trip ever; even though the eye thingy got in the way--again.
#Saddest Moment of 2010
: When my sister's boyfriend's dad passed away. Enough said.
#Worst Month of 2010
: April. No doubt. Two 'events' were occurring both at the same time, successfully making me lose concentration at work. It was bad, and I mean bad.
#Tear-jerking Moment of 2010
: Make that plural; my bestfriend's wedding, my bestfriend giving birth to her first daughter, my sister's engagement!
#New Thing I Learned in 2010
: ..that I could make a (half) decent three-layered cheesecake and apple pie.
#Most Shocking Moment of 2010
: Mid-April. I think it was a shock for everyone too.
and last but not least,
#Most Memorable Moment of 2010
: Mid-Feb to March. One month. I'm not saying if it was good or bad; all I know for sure is that it was memorable. And always will be.
Happy New Year, everyone.
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