Chris Brown - With You

So.

Last night while driving home from a KungFu Panda 2 session at the cinema, iTunes gave me Chris Brown - With You. I never noticed the lyric until last night.



Well, what can you do when driving alone late at night but singing your heart's out.
That's what I did.

Then on chorus, I just realized that this song is just one of men's bullshit.
It says like this..

Together baby,
There is nothing we won't do
'cause if I got you,
I don't need money,
I don't need cars,
Girl, you're my all

Please highlight on..
"I don't need money,
I don't need cars"

Well, what you think the ladies need?
We don't need only you. But those you said you don't need, well, we do.

I don't understand them kind - the opposite sex.

tentang menulis

I was to translate title into English - on Writing.
That doesn't sound too good, so instead I use my native language Bahasa Indonesia. It sounds better, to my ears anyway.

I have that itch again, the itch to blog. To write.

I came across a tweet or a blog not long ago, mentioned about writing, specifically on 'How to begin to write'. Recently, writing becomes sexy for Indonesians. Everyone writes, or want to write.
For the latter audience, it only comes on the desire not on implementation (to actually do it).
I really need to find that post again, damn i forgot where I read it.

It basically said, to write, one need not be in front of computer/notebook. Jaman udah canggih, kawan! Those smartphones on your palm, make use of them.
And damn those words are very spot-on!

Back when my mobiles weren't smart, I make use of its' notepad to write. Then when I got Internet access, I retype them on blogs or other personal medium. I don't overthink what I wrote, because personally, my words are my memory lane. Exploring words on my personal journey. Now, years passed, re-read them is overwhelming.

Pictures may worth thousand words.
But words magnifies emotion. I choose words over visual at any given day.

I do believe that to write can be as simple as exploring your inner-self, contemplating self, releasing emotion, and further than that, study writing structure, expanding vocabulary, and knowing your audience.

For me, I chose the first over the latter. It's my vocabulary playground. My space to be dickinsonized. I'm most loyal to Blogspot, it gives me the full anonymity so I can be whomever I wish to be.

So those who WANT to write, Write. As easy as 1, 2, 3.
It doesn't have to be meaningful or word-y. Hey, mine is shit too.
But it's liberating.

My Blank Canvas. Ready to be Painted..

I found those words while peeping through my past -- (through this blog).

It doesn't exactly says that. My past was rather... glum.
The exact words were 'a blank canvas and not ready to be painted'.
See what I mean?

I'm moving forward. To a better and positive mind.
Eventhough my life's a blank, but I'm ready for it to be painted.

Bring on the colors!

Gay friend in Jakarta

So get this.

I've never had a gay friend before. Well, there was this one ex-colleague, but back then he didn't know I know. Top it off, we weren't that close, so he doesn't count.

Anyway.
This gay friend I'll be speaking of (or rather, write of) is still in-the-closet. Not so much in the closet as his behavior goes, but he hasn't dare to come out, out. Means, he doesn't say it out loud.

His daily attitude has shown that he's curious to this world. He doesn't shy showing his interest to men to our colleagues. Oh, did I say he's my current colleague? Well, he is.

He doesn't say he's gay, or we saying it to him. So to my understanding, he's borderline.
At a point where he couldn't hold his urges, but another he couldn't proudly to come out. Social and family wise. Not that he's married, but towards his parents and siblings. Often times, I just wanna say OK for him to come out. On the other side, I wouldn't want his mum to kill me if she finds out I pushed his son to come out.

I was awestruck when he texted me only to ask 'how to approach guys'.
Dude, eventhough we both after men, but you're talking to the wrong crowd. If i knew how, those straight men won't be getting married to other girls. Hmm.. maybe he and I should buy lots and lots 'How To' books.

But anyway, everytime I asked if he's serious or if he really wants to find a same-sex partner.. A jokester -I think- would instantly answer: Nah, just mucking around.

But no. his answer had me convinced.
It was like this: 'I don't dare'.

Give him few nudges, I bet he'd dare to come out and maybe then leave Indonesia. To be free of prejudice and judgment eyes.

Not that I'm judging or nosy to even blog about him here, but he's interesting in my circle. I've never had a gay friend, or those even close to the gays. Their crowd's not weird, but sometimes if you're not bestbuds with them.. you kinda have to know the mood around.

That's what I'm feeling always.
He and I aren't bestbuds. Knowing he's still in-the-closet, the comments I told him couldn't be too blunt either.
It's kinda difficult. I have to tiptoe - in supporting but not too much.

This is why my gaydar ain't working properly in Jakarta. Too many gray areas.
He is or he isn't.

Metrosexual men aren't helping either! I say if men want to be Metrosexual, there has to be law that insist them to be married first. Ergo, fading the gray areas. These men just confused us single ladies to finding the right Mister!

Are you confused too?

Louis Vuitton and Paris..... (and Indonesia)

Most of fashionistas probably have heard the relationship between the city and the high-end brand.

Yes,

Louis Vuitton and Paris.

For those not in the know, here how the story goes.
LV becomes cheap in Paris.
Hm.. cheap is too strong word. I'll rephrase.

LV becomes significantly affordable for branded enthusiasts.

A friend is on a Europe trip and made a short visit to Paris. It's holiday season, and whaddaya know, LV is on sale. ON SALE!

Here is where Indonesians become important in this topic.

It's no surprise the potential shoppers are mostly Asians, with high percentage to be Indonesians. Parisians shopgirl loooves Indonesian shoppers, or so I've heard. We bought not only one, but the whole lot.
...... for bags.

Who said we're poor? ha!

Don't underestimate Indonesians. We love SALE, we worship capitalism, we're actually very generous (to retailers), and we have money (but don't tell anyone).

I mean, would you buy LV, Hermes or Chanel wholesale? We do!

Oh man, don't you just love our country.

Melbourne, again.

I miss being passionate and excited over something or everything that happens around me.
I know I've made a pact to not whinge about anything Indonesia or, Jakarta.
But I can't help it.

Every year Melbourne held Australian Open, Grand Prix, Movie festivals, Art festivals. Though I don't really know the rules of AO, or how to enjoy the race of F1, or even understand the meaning of a painting. I , however, was encouraged to see and enjoy the atmosphere experienced from the people around me. A friend said, Melburnian are passionate people. I didn't really notice that at first. Maybe because I was super apathetic when I first came downunder. Eventually, surrounded by enthusiasm has showed me keen interest to what's happening around me. Although not entirely, but I do support every annual events they have in town. although how mundane sometimes they've gotten over the years, but I do still support and brag about them to newcomers.

I am proud. Proud to have been amongts Melburnian and got the chance to experience their lifestyle into mine.

What do we have annually in Jakarta? Jiffest? Java Jazz?
Getting the tix to enjoy the events is like a race. When you got the tix, the ambiance being in the event isn't about their interest for the movies or the appetite to listen to some saxxy jazz. They are more to being hip, being cool. Half of 'em doesnt really care about anything else but being there and be seen. Even pop preludes into the Jazz to make these people go crazier (on being seen).

Everything of Jakarta is commercialism and hedonism. I don't mind them two, but I kinda do need a balance. Don't get me wrong, I love shopping, I love great deals, I enjoy clubs (used to). But what I find it irritating is making them as accessories for an individual to level-up a status --- for being cool or 'it'. Or maybe that's just me saying.

I do find something different living in Jakarta. A minority who explore its wilderness country and loving nature as their next of kin. I didn't realize I have it in me, to love nature and at awe just by looking at gorgeous beaches, aquatic life, and countryside simplicity. People are actually nice. But, I do have a but, only outside the city -- by city I meant Jakarta.

I'm in love and hate to Jakarta. As much as I hate it wholeheartedly, I cannot, however, live way far in countryside where all you see is rice fields and hear only nothingness.

Raise your hand if your head feels like exploding anytime soon?
Good God, I do.
Just by watching the people swarming around like a buncha clutz, aiming for numbers and numbers.
My mind, body and soul are not suited for big cities, I guess.

Sadly but true, I need to switch interests when I decided to stay here.
From art-houses and pop culture, I have to settle for adventure and blue sky.
From man's made to God's greatest creations.
That's a big leap for a big girl like me.

I guess being enthusiastic about something doesn't really have stop at one or two interests.
Things are evolving, and I just have to find more interests in this place I called home.

Hey, those who closest to nature are the ones to survive in the end, right?
Not money, not the clubs, definitely not the booze,
nor the police.

I will always miss Melbourne and its' vibrant life.
How can't I? It will and always be my second home.
So, those who had enough of my whinging, Let me help you
You see that small red box on the top right of your browser that has 'x' sign in it?
Hit it.

The Friend..

I miss you.. or maybe the idea of having you.. im not quite sure on the definition.
it's a very thin line to define.

maybe the wind, or the puppy-dog clouds that made me think of you different.
yeah blaming the weather is the best excuse I have.


Pfft. whatever

Space

When you're mature enough (age-wise), you really really need your own personal space. Like, a bedroom with locked door?

I'm desperately in need of one.

I know a year is more than enough whining, but its really difficult to adjust from living for yourself for 7 years to suddenly have to share everything with 4 other people in cramped room with no locked doors. By everything, I mean, ev.vry.thing. What u do when u wakeup, who you speak on the phone, what u speak on the phone, what you up to for the day, when you have to sleep, when you have to wake up, when you eat, when not to eat.

Its all about adjusting. Yes, it may be just that, but as you get older and once have that massive space to yourself.. You longed for that tiny hole where you can just succumb to your whatever your mind takes you. That, I do not have.

Lucky I have not yet go insane and poppin' pills.

Peachy!

Dunno if title really suits well.
Im just scribbling some random onto blog.

oh yeah, im finding blogging sexy again.
Twitter was just a quickie affair.

I find the latter is boring now. After a thousand and more tweets, I find nothing exhilirating anymore on twitter. Even some tweets im following no longer enthuse me.

Its understandable though, Twitter has been my fascinating boytoy, but blogger will always be my long time lover.
Too much? :D

Anyway!!!

Speaking of long time lover...
iTunes presents me with an old playlist full of tunes off of my gloomy nights at Southbank Royale. There I was, looking out the window and listening to these sounds:

You and Me by Lifehouse
Peachy by Missy Higgins
The hardest part by Coldplay
Give me Novacaine by Green day
Love will come through by Travis
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Love me like the world is ending by Ben Lee
Everybody's Changing by Keane

It was summer, the night breeze came in without knocking from an open window in front of my computer and me. The smell of southbank at night is so distinct I can still remember it. The night was so dark, yet apartment lights made acquintance with Kings Way lights from afar. I stared, and I stared. Worrying if one day to let all these go. I did let go and moving on.

I miss Southbank Royale. Sure it's that obvious!

Yeah, I could get attached to things way overboard, I got burnt out everytime change and moving on happened. Tell me something I don't know.

At least! I'm going back to my second home in mere month!
I'll be back to Melbourne!!
2 months is short time, but this time i'll have a chance for final farewell to the city that saved me.


Melbourne, I'm Coming!

Kaskus.us

Forum indonesia ini emg udah terkenal banget. Buat orang2 di indonesia yang gak punya akses eBay, kaskus.us menjadi alternatif yang paling flexible untuk media jual beli. Tentu aja, minus lelang.

Setelah observasi bbrp minggu, satu yang gue sadari dari forum kaskus.us ini. Esp. Forum jual belinya.

Orangnya kasar2, galak, dan belagu.
Beberapa users sgt gak welcome to newbies, penjual juga gak "ngelega'ke" buyers. Beda banget kayak waktu gue 'jalan2' di eBay.

Entah karena apa, gue merasakan kalo berada di kaskus itu seakan2 udah gaul banget. Entah mungkin krn bahasa2 gaulnya yg keep uptodate n gue gak mengerti sdikitpun, atau emg kaskusers as a whole itu sdh jadi private komunitas online yg besar.

Pastinya untuk user yang nawarin gue ipod touch, gue gak beli dari elo deh. Ditanya kok malah jawabannya bodoh2in gue, minta foto produk kok blgnya 'kondisinya ya sperti udah dikasi tau'. Jeeh! Ga bs ngejual ya mas? Imma seller, I know how I shd behave to requests. Come hither, I shall teach u a thing or two.

An affair with tweet

Sorry dear blog,

I'm just having too much fun with twitter.
It's good for my short attention span.
My brain could no longer digest elaborate articles like the ones on you blog.

Adieu.

Lebaran

Lebaran is not yet in the corner. Fasting month isn't even close enough!

I checked airasia.com to see flight rates for days before lebaran, and shockingly, tix are sold out! Checked other days, the 1st, 10th, and 16th are sold out.

Crazy.

House M.D

U kno when someone close to me has unexplainable illnes, sometimes I wonder if House really exist. To explain the unexplainable.

Ada ga ya dokter diagnosa secanggih House?

Good byes

I'm always having a hard time saying Goodbyes... even for trivial things that may not have dear memory.

I'm saying bye to satin green wedge.
A pair I won't be seeing no more...

Haha absurd.

Singapore

Honestly.
I don't know why people would go back and forth to Singapore for holidays.
There are nothing to see! You go there once or twice, that's it. You're done.



The grass doesn't always greener on the other side of the fence, people!

Thanks boy. For the laughs!

On a Saturday arvo, his Facebook status says " ... is in bed in his undies.. oh yeah."




if any straight guys would ever publish that on their Facebook, raise your hand please.

Blackberry Curve

So.
Tell me this

If you already have a 3G mobile, why would on earth people switch that to a 2G just because it's labeled Blackberry?

If you wanna go Blackberry whilst mobile on hand has 3G, then switch that with Bold. I don't get people who downgrade technology just to after the 'it' label. I wouldn't.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Curve don't have 3G, do they?

So.
Getting into the 'it' circle is fine. Getting Blackberry to get into the 'it' circle, is by all means your own interest.
However!
Don't go Curve just because they're "affordable" Blackberry whilst you own a swanky 3G by other brands.
If you wanna go Blackberry, go Bold.

Want candy?

Just something random in mind.



Remember not long ago when in supermarkets, customers never get the small change in coins instead the checkout staff will give us candies in return? Ever thought why?
If you think because there's not enough change to give since we only have even amount for Rupiahs available, think again.

What about countries using "cent". They round them up so they get to the nearest smallest currency available in their country. Why don't we round up every sum to the nearest smallest amount we have in Rupiah.

Although I do realized the logic behind it. Since sadly enough, Indonesia doesn't have singles in Rupiah. Hence for every tenths Rupiah, we get candies. The accumulated tenths shall be the 'tip' we voluntarily give to retailers.

I don't mind the extra tip for few tenths Rupiah.
But I do wonder though, Why Candy?
When did it start? Candy in replacement for small change.
Are there any other countries that giveaway candy for change like we do?


edit:
Supermarkets have round up the amount and don't give us candy in return.
but I yet to get the answer to why they did what they did.

chances

gue suka gregetan liat orang yang dikasi opportunity menguntungkan dan positif tapi dia dengan gampangnya melepaskan.
gue juga suka gregetan liat orang yang selalu gak enakan. and i mean, SELALU.


maybe i'm being too pushy? I mean, who am i anyway to tell anyone what to do?!


such a waste.
to loose good opportunity when it's already for you to take!

ughh gregetan!

comics

I had my share of stand-ups and some romantic comedies this week.
full of em i could barf.
nah. just exaggerate much.

something i realized thou..

being funny is hard work!

seriously. i mean, making someone to laugh at your jokes (on attempt or naturally) is really really not easy.
it doesn't count if you're laughing at your own jokes, though. Like Wil Anderson said "laughing at your own jokes don't make them funny". True that.


Being funny is a gift.
lucky you who naturally has it.

hats off to natural-born comics and wannabes.
especially wannabes, for their utmost effort.. just to make people laugh.

you know the sayings "every smile is a blessing".
if that's just a smile, how many God-given blessings for you if you could make the whole world laugh at your jokes!

For yesterday's undefined feelings, I thank Stephen K. Amos, Mark Watson & Ellen Degeneres.