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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Another Blackout
Today we were sent home earlier due to the electricity failure overcoming the entire school. Frankly, I really dont see the legitimate reason why we should go home earlier, everything went just as usual, except for the complaints heard here and there. The blackout occured during our last period of Economics moving class, and so we marched back to our original class (12-4) and resumed with double Bahasa periods.
As we sat there listening for the teacher explaining the situational governmental analysis, a fellow student opened the window nearby. At first everyone was looking at the rare opened window, but soon were drove back to the case study with light cool morning breeze playing with our hair, tickling our concentration. It was the perfect environment to concentrate, much better compared to our usual habitat of freezing class prior to the superior airconditioner.
One period passed, a teacher knocked on our open door for our teacher. We were permitted to go home. Apparently most students found it unbearable to sit back and study without the over coldness of the airconditioner.
Why is it that students cheer when they cannot study for technical reason? After all, what exactly is the reason behind all those fat cheques paid to the administration office every semester? Somehow Im skeptical it's for the knowledge gained.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Stock Simulating
We went for stock simulation workshop this afternoon. In contrast to its name, it was awesome. Literally. After the workshop, they allowed us to try the simulation up in their computer labs and the exhiliration never cease to impress.
We tried clumsily at first, striving to remember what was being told and somehow make use of it in reality. After some failed attempt to bid and offer, finally we get a slight clue of what we were doing (we as in me and my partner), and started to buy some stocks with the given amount of money (IDR 1,000,000,000).
Like I mentioned, it was awesome. The most adrenaline pumping was when our Telk om shares produced deficit without any gain, seeing this, my partner persuaded me to sell it at once, with hope to supress our capital loss.
As I opened the order form, quickly I closed it back, funny, I remembered one session where we were told to hold on to shares that we thought had reached rock-bottom price, then why are we letting go of it now? As the application window shut, my eyes was lighted by the green figures on my Telk om stock value.
We reached capital gain of IDR 500,000, our first gain of the day.
Perhaps being a broker wasnt such a bad thing after all.
We tried clumsily at first, striving to remember what was being told and somehow make use of it in reality. After some failed attempt to bid and offer, finally we get a slight clue of what we were doing (we as in me and my partner), and started to buy some stocks with the given amount of money (IDR 1,000,000,000).
Like I mentioned, it was awesome. The most adrenaline pumping was when our Telk om shares produced deficit without any gain, seeing this, my partner persuaded me to sell it at once, with hope to supress our capital loss.
As I opened the order form, quickly I closed it back, funny, I remembered one session where we were told to hold on to shares that we thought had reached rock-bottom price, then why are we letting go of it now? As the application window shut, my eyes was lighted by the green figures on my Telk om stock value.
We reached capital gain of IDR 500,000, our first gain of the day.
Perhaps being a broker wasnt such a bad thing after all.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Nerdism vs Ignorance
They called me a nerd. A nerd for being bold enough to skip classes to library. A library with everything I could ever needed in a school, air conditioner, clean room, printed amusement, and silence. Those by which I failed to find somewhere else.
I dont know about you, but I dont really hate to be called one, a nerd I mean. If being labeled a nerd for being aware of what's happening in our world is the price, then I'll make the purchase. No bargain.
Some people signifies a nerd as someone who has no social life. But frankly, nerdism for me is much better than blissful ignorance. Funny as it may sound, some people actually does think that their issues is the center of the universe. Perhaps they don't even know what year is it.
Nerdism is a state of mind, ignorance is a life time curse. Sue me.
Sometimes you dont have to know everything to realize, sometimes something will do just fine. Good luck.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Back To School
Today has been my second day back to school. Things were rough at first, but now it seemed to loosen up by itself. The days of resentment is officialy over. Im inhaling the new air of excitement by going back to my school. After all, this is my last year here, and I might as well end it with pride and what's left of my brain.
On my way down to the classroom from today's Chapel Service, I noticed on how my colleagues were complaining on how boring and annoying it is to come back to school. Well, 1 more year left darlings. By this time next year you all will be dying to turn back time, wishing to redo every conversation you made this year.
For the first time in months, I am chatting with my brother in Amsterdam. It's funny how stupidity consumed most of our topics, and how much it brought back reminiscence. As I told him my plans on leaving for Bei Jing by February 2008, quickly he commented a single thing I chanted out loud these days; "Time flies, eh?"
It sure is.
Below is a reminder of today's memoir of the past when he was still here, basically stupidity and hillarious ignorance:
den ica says:
ni hao wo hao
Ran dy says:
wo si jen
Ran dy says:
wo ai ni
den ica says:
wo ai ni
den ica says:
ni ai wo
den ica says:
hen hao
den ica says:
ni cen te se hao ren
Ran dy says:
zi si su
Ran dy says:
zi bu si su
den ica says:
hahahahaha
Ran dy says:
lol
It is kinda sad when I thought about leaving this house, leaving my parents for years pursuing education in another country. Truth be told, they are not getting any younger, and so will I. I will never find myself being 16 sitting back typing on this keyboard while my parents watched Discovery downstairs.
My brother advised me to do anything I have ever wanted in this house this year. And when I suggested bashing one of Mom's antiques and to keep a dog, he shifted his way: "Do it on your last day in the house."
I missed having all members of my family back here.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The Life Of A Unicorn Husband, Who Is Having An Affair
Saturday, January 13, 2007
The Life Of A Unicorn Husband
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Chiropractic Experience
I mentioned earlier that I was going to a doctor this afternoon, and I did. I went to family's dentist (been touching the teeth of everyone in this family ever since we were born) in Wisma Metropolitan South Jakarta, then to his neighbour the Chiropractic.
For those who till this time know nothing of it,
"Chiropractic is a complementary and alternative health care profession which focuses on diagnosing, treating, and preventing mechanical disorders of the musculoskeletal system, their effects on the nervous system, and on general health. Chiropractic's premise is that spinal joint misalignments, which chiropractors call vertebral subluxations, can interfere with the nervous system and result in many different conditions of diminished health. Their treatments consist of a variety of techniques and methods which chiropractors refer to as spinal adjustments. In contrast, the term subluxation, as used in conventional medicine, is usually associated with specific conditions which are a direct consequence of injury to joints or associated nerves."
- Wikipedia
And here's where my story picks up. I happened to also has an appointment with the chiropractor next door (from the dentist, not from my house). And frankly, I was a bit nervous since it was my first time to such doctor. Waiting for the nurse, I took a good look around, there was 5-6 doors, each a gate to a counselling room and a connecting therapy room.
When my name was finally called, I rose to a room (which turned out to be a theraphy room), where my so called therapist (female) told me to strip off my upper garment to a bluish-greenish cloak you saw at medical shows on TV. After some explanation and thermal checkup, I waited in boredom for the doctor to show up in the counselling room.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Suddenly the door opened. Angels flew across the room. My chiropractor was shining. He smiled and offered his hand in grace. You can call me Dr. Mark. Everything was fine indeed if only those 3 ladies would not came in after him. They were the liguist, or the translators. Yep, I went to a doctor with 3 translator trailing behind. Why do I feel incredibly dumb?
Right after he interviewed me on the medical checkups, we proceed back to the therapy room where he pressed my spines to find the source of all the discomfort. With his voice assuring me what he was doing and checking which spine hurt when he pressed it, I was finally relaxed. But again, how can one simply relax when she's half naked with an Australian hunk pressing his fingers down her spine?
To check my right arm, he pressed his hand to my arm, leaving his arm on my face. Hm the smell. The immaculate doctor smell. I can live with that.
Is this really a treatment for discomfort?
By this time next week I will be studying Economics in a brand new class with a brand new colleagues.
Off to see a doctor.
Off to see a doctor.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Bloody Crabs
My sister took me to her weekly Muay Thay class today. I had a blast, painful ones. My tiny finger lost a part of its upper skin from the harsh contact with the punching glove, the tip of my ring finger have a little hole on it, there's red rashes on my right elbow indicating some burst veins from elbowing, but still I will be back next Saturday for more.
To add my suffering, me and parent and brother went to Bali Jimbaran for our dinner. Perfect. A place to eat my dinner with hands. Ha-ha, I used spoon. My inflammed fingers brought excruciating pain when contacted with water and all sort of other liquid compounds. And in the middle of striving to eat a crab, I cut my thumb from its thick shell. As blood came out from the perfect line-cut, something says "Shit Happens" in my head.
Another thing I acknowledged from our dinner was how my Dad would literally crack open those crabs and give the best parts for his children regardless of the situation. When our fish came, he sacrificed his hands in attempt to rip apart the burning fish for his son to enjoy, then his daughter, his wife, and he would finish whatever's left.
Then I saw my brother, picking through his pile of food, picking this and that, and throw fish meats with bones to Dad's plate, saying "This is for you, Dad". Same thing happened when he threwthe crab eggs, covered in thin layer from the crab's system, and was reluctant to eat it. I used to do that.
Just how much parents sacrificed for their young ones is beyond my imagination. Too bad you dont get to thank them until you realized their acts, when you're older and worst, when it's too late.
Wounds for the day: 4.
New topic gained from the day: Priceless .
Friday, January 05, 2007
Guilty
Recovering from the communication lag due to the internet connectivity failure these past few days, finally I was able to check my emails and some Friend ster notifications. There was a testimonial from one of my friend, namely A.
Even after I finally able to read them, I was confused on how to reply his testimonial since it arrived on my profile presumably a week ago. Feeling witty, I decided to tease him by copy-pasted his description of himself ("Sexy. Intoxically. Irresistable"), and added triple question marks (???) below it.
The day after, it turned out that he replied my teasing testimonial by questioning the presence of the question marks. By then, I didnt feel suspicious or anything by his response, we were used to tease each other, I thought.
My reply was perhaps longer, "a question mark (?) represents the act of questioning something. three question marks (???) represents the act of raising one eyebrow."
Today, I was quite shocked when I read his second reply; "so in other words u r saying that im not anywhere near sexy. bla bla bla. walking on my own pace."
Now I feel a bit guilty. Did I offend him by mistake? I forgot what I replied after that.
This mistake is knitting itself to be much bigger. And more complicated by each replies.
Even after I finally able to read them, I was confused on how to reply his testimonial since it arrived on my profile presumably a week ago. Feeling witty, I decided to tease him by copy-pasted his description of himself ("Sexy. Intoxically. Irresistable"), and added triple question marks (???) below it.
The day after, it turned out that he replied my teasing testimonial by questioning the presence of the question marks. By then, I didnt feel suspicious or anything by his response, we were used to tease each other, I thought.
My reply was perhaps longer, "a question mark (?) represents the act of questioning something. three question marks (???) represents the act of raising one eyebrow."
Today, I was quite shocked when I read his second reply; "so in other words u r saying that im not anywhere near sexy. bla bla bla. walking on my own pace."
Now I feel a bit guilty. Did I offend him by mistake? I forgot what I replied after that.
This mistake is knitting itself to be much bigger. And more complicated by each replies.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year
To all the people out whom I personally, directly, and profoundly know,HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007. Thank you for a great 2006, wishing you an AWESOME 2007!
Cant say I enjoyed my New Years Eve. We had dinner buffet at ShangRilla Lounge with some family from Mom's side, a distant cousin, a bunch of Dad's friends, and hundreds of strangers with perhaps nothing in common but the same will to celebrate the coming of a new year.
Surely the dessert was great, laughter was not bad. But somehow this pun Im wearing wont come off. The live music was great (the black American was phenomenal), and I strive to resist the urge to come down to the dance floor to make a scene since nobody else would do it. But yet again, Im with my family, and none would accompany me to such act of enjoying myself and most probably humiliating myself. In short, I scanned the horizon for someone my age whom I know by bit to take my hand infront.
Throughout the performance, I thought how the money we paid to be here was at waste. We, well, me, didnt have a blast, which of course is the essence of a New Years Eve party. After all, isnt that the point of paying those amount? To forgot everything from the previous year and let it all go by enjoying yourself for a fresh start of the year?
Last 10 seconds of 2006. 10. 9. 8. 7. Everyone was yelling. 6! 5! 4! Everyone went crazy. 3!!! 2!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the midst of trumpets and falling baloons, I glanced all over. The first seconds of 2007. Everyone was kissing their bethroted, their children and loved ones. Love was in the air. Everything was in slow motion. Laughter filled the air, and I noticed the Argentina couple whom Latin danced during the live music hugged and jumped in the air. They were performing some kind of ritual with their 3 adorable children, and it hit me.
It is new year.
It's the time to start your life in a year filled with love. Hope you all have the same resolution.
The Curse of The Holiday Night
Just returned from a family movie night, watched The Curse of The Golden Flowers at XXI Senayan City. IT WAS PHENOMENAL. Believe me, I was gobsmacked by the beauty and the rotten beast in it.
Prior to the time, Dad volunteered to slip me off the driver seat so we'll arive faster. I decided to sat infront with him.And you know what? Im speechless. Our black SUV danced through the long streets, Dad was the King of The Road. The meter rose up to 80 km/h, then drop drastically to 40, rose again, down again, rose, down.
And so did my heart.
We arrived home in 3 songs. South Jakarta to West in 10 minutes. Mom was singing along the way, my little brother discussing Pokemon with his friend on the phone, and I was holding tight to my seatbelt. Probably they (Mom and Bro) felt accostomed to the pace, but surely I havent. My heart nearly stops for a number of times, while at the same time my brain wondered why Dad hadn't entered F1.
Listening to my brother mentioning some familiar names brought memories to my already-busy brain. Pokemon names. I sit back watching reminiscence, of me playing Pokemon with my older brother, with blurred streets as the background.
Surely now I feel how fast time flee.
Prior to the time, Dad volunteered to slip me off the driver seat so we'll arive faster. I decided to sat infront with him.And you know what? Im speechless. Our black SUV danced through the long streets, Dad was the King of The Road. The meter rose up to 80 km/h, then drop drastically to 40, rose again, down again, rose, down.
And so did my heart.
We arrived home in 3 songs. South Jakarta to West in 10 minutes. Mom was singing along the way, my little brother discussing Pokemon with his friend on the phone, and I was holding tight to my seatbelt. Probably they (Mom and Bro) felt accostomed to the pace, but surely I havent. My heart nearly stops for a number of times, while at the same time my brain wondered why Dad hadn't entered F1.
Listening to my brother mentioning some familiar names brought memories to my already-busy brain. Pokemon names. I sit back watching reminiscence, of me playing Pokemon with my older brother, with blurred streets as the background.
Surely now I feel how fast time flee.