my mom and I. 25 years apart. at disneyland tokyo. still taking picture with angry pig.
Ah, being young and irresponsible..
As promised to Idhy, I'll write this with as much dignity as possible. anyway, I limited the people who could see the note.. I hope it works and the secret is safe hoho
So I had just finished gym and was sitting in my car with engine on and radio on, eating froyo with fruits, waiting for traffic to clear up, when a very familiar intro was playing in the car :) Then the first word, "Dannnnn," I was laughing inside, "Dann bila esook..." laughed audibly. I put down the froyo and reached for my phone to share the moment with Idhy (who of course pissed off) (For those who forgot and need to be reminded, it is a song Dan by Sheila on 7)
Well, I'm sorry that I brought up such a 'katro' moment and ruin our already improved life, far away from kekatroan SMP?! Pardon me for being nostalgic (and melancholic) but I miss you girls after hearing the songs.. It's too bad that a questionable song by not-so-exist-band-anymore reminds me of you and our time rehearsing the band in some weird studio in PJMI then showcasing in Pendopo... Would it be better if it was piano concerto of something something? No right? With you, I have hit the rock bottom heehee
Well, not only that, many of many memories returning as the songs played on.. like the afternoon we spent playing basketball (or only watching the boys played one) with Vania as the captain, Andrini's obsession with blue and yellow (then red, then pink), couples drama, fights over boys, applying for Gadsam, going to Gadsam, taking picture with the very band I was listening to in the radio.. many many more stupidity to follow (which I prefer not to disclose)
It is so embarrassingly katro, but sweet indeed.
Kekatroan aside, I just realized how much you girls have made my days for three years (three years that we hope never existed, I know..) Love you all and hope to get to see you all very very soon :)
Result of googling, swear: they have the vidclip of the song in youtube!
So I had just finished gym and was sitting in my car with engine on and radio on, eating froyo with fruits, waiting for traffic to clear up, when a very familiar intro was playing in the car :) Then the first word, "Dannnnn," I was laughing inside, "Dann bila esook..." laughed audibly. I put down the froyo and reached for my phone to share the moment with Idhy (who of course pissed off) (For those who forgot and need to be reminded, it is a song Dan by Sheila on 7)
Well, I'm sorry that I brought up such a 'katro' moment and ruin our already improved life, far away from kekatroan SMP?! Pardon me for being nostalgic (and melancholic) but I miss you girls after hearing the songs.. It's too bad that a questionable song by not-so-exist-band-anymore reminds me of you and our time rehearsing the band in some weird studio in PJMI then showcasing in Pendopo... Would it be better if it was piano concerto of something something? No right? With you, I have hit the rock bottom heehee
Well, not only that, many of many memories returning as the songs played on.. like the afternoon we spent playing basketball (or only watching the boys played one) with Vania as the captain, Andrini's obsession with blue and yellow (then red, then pink), couples drama, fights over boys, applying for Gadsam, going to Gadsam, taking picture with the very band I was listening to in the radio.. many many more stupidity to follow (which I prefer not to disclose)
It is so embarrassingly katro, but sweet indeed.
Kekatroan aside, I just realized how much you girls have made my days for three years (three years that we hope never existed, I know..) Love you all and hope to get to see you all very very soon :)
Result of googling, swear: they have the vidclip of the song in youtube!
called it 'a trip to doraemon land'
so, I spend a week of 2009 summer basking in Japan sun (sounds more delicious than what had happened) getting tanner than usual, I think. here are few of my favorite pics (which I took using my new bday present haha)~ I think I need to take some photography class ^^v, the rest is uploaded in my Facebook album
1. love how Japanese bike everywhere. wish I could ride a bike
2. how come they make tiny house look adorable..
3. .. or how they make everything look adorable
4. hidden temple looking so lush, in that heat
growing apart
people grow and sometime in a way you don't want them to be
they may exceed your expectation
and start running way ahead of you..
leaving you in dust, thinking, why does things end?
or you are the one running ahead
reaching your goals while they stop and lurk
and you might not realize it until one day
you turn around, thinking, why do they drag me down?
why people grow apart?
how people grow together in the first place?
they may exceed your expectation
and start running way ahead of you..
leaving you in dust, thinking, why does things end?
or you are the one running ahead
reaching your goals while they stop and lurk
and you might not realize it until one day
you turn around, thinking, why do they drag me down?
why people grow apart?
how people grow together in the first place?
luck and blessing
For the luckiest girls I know.. and the most blessed one :)
Sometime.. I use luck and blessing inter-changing-ly. Why? Because while I know the meaning is not really the same, it does provoke similar response: that the recipient get something that she/he doesn't realllyyy deserve but receiving it anyway.. In my view, luck is more a random action upon the receiver.. while blessings is used to acknowledge that there is greater power that disburse the 'happiness'. In other word it depend on whether we are spiritual/not. Or is it?
My parent keep on telling me this one-liner every time I feel stressed out, which usually happen as exam draw nears *haha*: "Study as hard as you can, but when the time comes, let God take over." It helps, honestly, every other time. The other odds, the stress level is too high that I still need to have control over it and ended up tired or failing.
But I believe, giving up control is part of which why some people can be lucky or blessed. It's not the formula for luck though, (what's in life that has formula except math and science?) maybe more how-to.
I used to think that all I need to do is work hard enough that I know exactly the outcome is driven by me and me alone. But now I started to suspect that luck/bless factor is indeed exist. Let me put it this way: luck/blessing is the premium to our fruit of labor, factor that determine the magnitude of impact on our work, and we deserve it.
Sometime.. I use luck and blessing inter-changing-ly. Why? Because while I know the meaning is not really the same, it does provoke similar response: that the recipient get something that she/he doesn't realllyyy deserve but receiving it anyway.. In my view, luck is more a random action upon the receiver.. while blessings is used to acknowledge that there is greater power that disburse the 'happiness'. In other word it depend on whether we are spiritual/not. Or is it?
My parent keep on telling me this one-liner every time I feel stressed out, which usually happen as exam draw nears *haha*: "Study as hard as you can, but when the time comes, let God take over." It helps, honestly, every other time. The other odds, the stress level is too high that I still need to have control over it and ended up tired or failing.
But I believe, giving up control is part of which why some people can be lucky or blessed. It's not the formula for luck though, (what's in life that has formula except math and science?) maybe more how-to.
I used to think that all I need to do is work hard enough that I know exactly the outcome is driven by me and me alone. But now I started to suspect that luck/bless factor is indeed exist. Let me put it this way: luck/blessing is the premium to our fruit of labor, factor that determine the magnitude of impact on our work, and we deserve it.
working has new meaning
I actually can't complain really with Ms. Coach now being my new boss. She has brought new meaning of working under pressure. Like huge pressure that you could see how my writings are becoming scattered or shattered (and whatever message I'm trying to convey). Pressure like deadline has new meaning. And still I'm blogging right now.
But I'm excited to see how far I could push myself this time.
Anyway, I'm blaming my work writings (those 10,000words of report, 100words in business emails), to the lacking of my creative writings. Like it has raped my imagination. I can't write one sentence without sounding vague. (As if I haven't always do so..)
Good thing, I'm glad I have better view now in the office, literally and figuratively. So me, as a middle-class working girl, I'll just suck it all in :) Happy working
But I'm excited to see how far I could push myself this time.
Anyway, I'm blaming my work writings (those 10,000words of report, 100words in business emails), to the lacking of my creative writings. Like it has raped my imagination. I can't write one sentence without sounding vague. (As if I haven't always do so..)
Good thing, I'm glad I have better view now in the office, literally and figuratively. So me, as a middle-class working girl, I'll just suck it all in :) Happy working
friends
It was the 80s, the disco ball, the crazy colors and hoop earrings. My mother was my age living under the same roof with three other girls she called best friend knowing nothing for the future (including how her daughter would use her as an example of what friendship is for).
Coming from very different background, ethnicity, religion, they were installed together in a house with no parents supervision (they were younger than I am now). So becoming sisters are just like a second nature (all the fighting, the partying argh, I can only imagine from the picture they took).
Five of them are very different physically, one is tall, one is petite, one is athletic, one is stick skinny, one is curvy. Yet they compromise and create rules for sharing everything, including clothes. For the petite, buy jeans half size up, for the curvy, buy jeans half size down. Same rule goes for shoes. But never under garment, because bust is a bit hard to be compromised, or so they said. (And isn't it not hygienic hoho) But it was sort of the traveling pants of sisterhood or something.
Anyway, I used to envy my mother for her tight knit of friendship with my aunties (or my other mothers as they insisted), her best friend from the flight attending years. As a daughter it is easy to think that my life to fall into the same path as theirs, having my own set of friends and become as close as sisters.
Well I have accumulate few of my own along the way, eliminate those who apparently don't value friendship as it is and keep those who do. I hope I am being one, a good one.
Coming from very different background, ethnicity, religion, they were installed together in a house with no parents supervision (they were younger than I am now). So becoming sisters are just like a second nature (all the fighting, the partying argh, I can only imagine from the picture they took).
Five of them are very different physically, one is tall, one is petite, one is athletic, one is stick skinny, one is curvy. Yet they compromise and create rules for sharing everything, including clothes. For the petite, buy jeans half size up, for the curvy, buy jeans half size down. Same rule goes for shoes. But never under garment, because bust is a bit hard to be compromised, or so they said. (And isn't it not hygienic hoho) But it was sort of the traveling pants of sisterhood or something.
Anyway, I used to envy my mother for her tight knit of friendship with my aunties (or my other mothers as they insisted), her best friend from the flight attending years. As a daughter it is easy to think that my life to fall into the same path as theirs, having my own set of friends and become as close as sisters.
Well I have accumulate few of my own along the way, eliminate those who apparently don't value friendship as it is and keep those who do. I hope I am being one, a good one.
cubicle lies
in a small cubicle I pondered upon what life gives
aside from carry on bags, lots of booze, sleepless night
aside from greenish color of faces, dry hands and feet, hair sprayed hair
enough for me to want, not enough for me to need
oh need
if need is imminent I'll puffed one in here
fly my brain to the country where blue, red and lavender are the colors
swinging from one skyline to another, like that over rated
monkey boy and his territorial jungle
i embrace my cubicle
down there with the ants, up here with the eagles or nowhere with dragon miseries
spacious, breathes, malicious
tuck me into the silk cover so here come warm
let me endure
when too much of plotting is done~
Figure above is the positive correlation between my weight and Jakarta Composite IndexNow I'm just tired from plotting all different scenarios of possible correlation. Like how much stock will rise from the expectation of VP Boediono? How much stock will slump on the backdrop of Prez Mega? Just saying.
Enough politics for tonight. Back to Zie's weight and JCI index. Love the graph, but I think I need to take CFA test again and see how it is inversely related with my weight.
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