absolutely trash.

I know you will most likely to roll your eyes seeing the length of this post. But do read on, as this is not the 5.648.253.790 thread about Barrack Obama’s inauguration. So you wouldn’t have to shriek NOT ANOTHER ONE to your screen. This is another writing about wisdom, as I am very wise for my age *nods wisely*

1. Boys will be boys. The only way to change a guy is if they are wearing diapers. No matter how serious he sounds when he promised you to update the stupid ‘About Photographer’ page in your blog, he will not do it! So be your own photographer because girl-power is in again. I hope. Because it has been 3 years already since every friggin girly girl magazine shouts about environmental awareness while distributing their magazine wrapped in plastic and advertising about clothes that cost more than a breast-cancer surgery. So a different theme might do us all some good. Not that I don’t care about the environment, its more because I DO CARE, so stop telling us to fit in our clothes (because its supposed to be the other way around) by being echo-friendly (yes, vegetarians contributes less to pollution as they don’t cook meat, but dude c’mon…stop using the environment to get people buy your one 7 million rupiahs Anna Hinchmark’s “I’m not a plastic bag” bag while there are more than 7 million family in the world that can not afford proper education or health insurance!).
2. And about being your own photographer, I learn that choosing a camera is (sort of) like choosing a religion. Cos it’s something you will go with for the rest of your life. Unless you’re really loaded that you can experiment with not only the lenses. I’ve narrowed it down to Nikon, Canon, Sony, and Olympus (narrow what down?). But I haven’t decided yet which one will I ‘follow’. If going with my religion by birth, that’d be Canon, because Dad uses that. But dearest bf is also using Canon, and since he’s being such an amazing bf, I’ll probably just go with Nikon.
3. Character is what we do when nobody’s looking. So here’s what it would probably say about me in a dating column: She likes to clean, enjoys cooking, greets the neighbors, and will help an old lady cross over the road. The only thing wrong about her is her personality.
4. What do I do when I’m alone? Sharing Wisdom article three number four: Don’t share secrets on the internet. Your boyfriend wouldn’t like it. If only he visits my blog along with Stuck in Customs, National Geographic, Fotografer.Net, Flickr, and Facebook, then I would get what I was aiming for; annoyingly poking him to do what I want.
5. Leave some extra fluffy pillows inside your car in case you decided to do something stupid like camping in your car just to make a silly statement.
6. My boyfriend keeps getting weird and inappropriate late night phone calls from random chicks we both know nothing about that claims to know him from back in uni. I hate low pranks like this.. First, I know him well enough to know that he doesn’t give out his phone number or asks for girls numbers that he had just spoke with once or twice in the lounge or park or whatever. (seriously, he doesn’t ask. It made me nuts the first time we knew each other. But then he searched for my number on the company’s data bank *blush*) Second, he’s not from a circle of friends that uses disgusting terms in describing sexual activity. Third, you weirdos called him on the mobile number he uses for work-related matters, so you can’t possibly know him from uni since he uses a different number back then, the one not displayed in the data bank. so girls, get a life! aim higher! leave us alone! Sharing wisdom number six; Place Julia Roberts as your role-model. Just recent, Julia Roberts shrieked those word, plus the F word (yes, Frozenyoughurt!) to a paparazzi. I heart her! She went hardcore like that because she was protecting her offspring. Aww.
7. Stop being delusional. To my dear people; Indonesians (ESPECIALLY CELEBRITIES!), PUH-LEEZE for the love of gawd stop all the ho-ha about the I’m-not-even-sure-he-remembers-it-in-a-heartwarming-way fact that Obama spent 2 years in Indonesia, going to blah elementary at Menteng, having an Indonesian step-dad (for blah years. Because yes, a divorce would have a special place in a kid’s heart). Stop being all mushy and sentimental about it, you anti-emo people that are more emo than an emo PMS-ing forty-something single! It wont, I repeat with capslock to dramatize it, WONT make Indonesian-American relations level up to delivering cup cakes and doggy or hamster-sitting! Who ever the superpower country’s president might be, even if magically Ahmadinejad becomes their president (I know, I sound stupid) THEY WONT CUDDLE US!! So deal with it, already!

Especially with the history of not being in favor, or even against (my gawd make up your mind!) some UN resolutions that America is in favor of, PLUS AFTER having those idiots in Makassar burning Obama’s photographs (the day after his inauguration was held) because he did not say anything about Gaza in his first presidential speech. I mean, DU-UH? You call yourself a uni-student? *SLAP!* according to the 2006 census in United States, one four its population claims to have Jewish blood in their veins, making American Jewish the first largest ethnic group in America! Thus, INFLUENTIAL, you delusional camera-whoring narcissistic!! They even have an American Jewish Committee and more than 50 other major American Jewish organizations that are under the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations, which base camp is in Israel. And since before the 20^th century, there has been a large number of Jewish Americans that played significant roles in the government. Name Carl Schurz, a German American who played a major role in Abraham Lincoln’s election, who later became US ambassador for Spain, and US senator for Missouri. How do I know all this? It was my final paper. Oh how I love using past-tense when talking about my final paper *GRIN*

Bottom line, Celebrities should just stick with a script. I mean, if you’re good at acting, then stick with it and try to make the best out of it by not speaking your own mind up (no script), as that will cause you your carrier! At first (and after reading an article that said he wants to be a war journalist), I thought Christian Sugiono was handsome. But then off course, he spoke.

Phew~ I haven’t wrote an article this long since “Why (some) Indonesians rarely buy original DVDs of Hollywood movies!”. I have waaaay too much time.

PS. I have nothing against the United States or The Jewry or Israel or Palestine for that matter. I just like to hit the capslock a lot. It’s an illness. Similar to OCD symptoms. And I wish Obama love and luck so that he could truly make a difference =) and for the better, that is.

For image source, click here, and here, and here. The last one is a joke. haha

yes, I am talking about my fist. and its turning blue. I had a REALLY BAD DREAM last night that when I wake up I immediately went knocking on wood like nuts. Knocking on wood is a superstitious action to ward off evil. I picked that up from my Chinese friend back in high school. So here’s how you do it; after saying or even thinking or in my case dreaming of something horrible -or in my case REALLY horrible- you look for a wood, can be in a form of a door, table, cabinet, anything made out of wood, then you knock on it three times with the hope to prevent it from actually happening. My friend used to do it while saying “ik-ol-san” which means “one-two-three” in Chinese.

So I had this TERRIBLE dream last night, which very much felt like real. Have you ever had one of those dreams? the ones which makes you feel severely glad it was just a dream the second you realized that when waking up, but also at the same time you feel oddly frighten and you feel this bizarrely unpleasant feeling as it all felt like it was real.

They say 90% ketakutan di dunia ini, tidak terbukti. And I guess the reason for that is: people are THAT frighten something bad might happen, that they will do just about anything to make sure it wont. But doing just about anything sounds exhausting to me, so I’ll just stick with knocking on wood for now..

I had just ‘accidentally’ stumbled upon a blog that surprisingly turned out to be an old friend of mine’s. Didn’t know he was into blogging. yeah he deals with IT stuff, but blogging is a whole different thing. and has never been one of his interest. The first entry was posted on November 2008, and since then there were only less than 10 posts, so I take he’s still not into blogging. he just needs someone to talk to. maybe.

I found my name in one of the post. it was written just days before Christmas. he quoted a line from a movie that said something about having to tell the truth on Christmas. then there it was, my name, followed by an apology.

so, let me give you the same thrill, if ever you ‘accidentally’ drop by here.

Seriously, don’t apologize. no one was the big bad wolf in that story. So whenever you feel like talking, perhaps over coffee, then I’m just a phone call away. I am offering you my ears, and I could offer you that only. But I’ll be there, ok?

and if by saying “I wish you happiness” is cliche, then I’m being a cliche.

ah, and by the way, Happy Blogging! =)

A wise man (who happens to also have a HOT BOD) once said, “too much silence can be misleading”. (No, I was not talking about my boyfriend. I have a bachelor degree now, therefore I must kick out the mushiness and grab some awesomeness -YEAH!) I have no idea what that was suppose to mean.

The word you’re looking for is ANYWAY,, after my (attempt of) fasting from blogging due to MY INABILITY TO FOCUS ON MY THESIS WHICH I WOULD BLAME ON ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER IF ONLY I HAD IT, I hereby inform you that; I HAVE GRADUATED MWAHA!

This means I now have the time to continue serving the internet world with my depressing ramblings *high-five* which also means that I will most certainly and pathetically post more than one thread a day. which also means that there will be other things to feel depressed about. But wait. Being freakishly perky is one of my resolutions for 2009! Like they say, “fake it till you make it!”.

oh btw, I slept in my car last night. I pulled over in front of Circle K (a drug store) on jalan Supratman. reason? no aparent reason actually. we (my friend and I) just felt like it. who am I kidding? WE WERE PISSED, I TELL YOU! PISSED. So that was sort of our way of ‘making a statement’. did it work? off course not. what are we? twelve??

Moving on, I would love to share how the examination (what’s the proper english for SIDANG?) went… but I don’t want to bore you, so instead, I will tell you what I did today because it involves some lingerie shopping and what sane person doesn’t google the word “lingerie” on daily basis, right? So yeah, I bought two today. MWAHA. (which made me absolutely broke until…urmm.. *calculating*.. next year). And one yesterday, which made housematey totally furious. MWAHA. why? because it was drop dead FANTABULOUS…and BEYOND! *broadway dancing*

AAAAAAAAAAND… La Senza was having THE HOTTEST SALE EVER! *heavenly voices*

after that I went home (to jakarta), almost got hit by a big white bus as I was about to exit from the highway, the dog tore my favorite top as she was welcoming me home frantically, baby Kay shrieking my name for attention -which was very cute, had a small box of milk, rushed to the bathroom to wash my face…and here I am now, in front of my lap top, sitting, waiting, wishing. for a job. haha

PS. I had fun with the girls at the hotel yesterday. before the sleeping-in-the-car drama. miss our movie-nite out, girls! =))

PPS. I HAVE GRADUATED UUUH YEAHHH BAAAABBBBBYYYY! *hugging trees like a hippie*

PPPS. Tomorrow I will be having an interview with the BOD which means it is the last phase of the oh so many test. wish me luck? nah. I’m not sure I want to dive in that world this soon. Not that I’m being a snob, its just that…I had just graduated this wednesday, and havent even wore the TOGA, plus I would love to make a trip to someplace nice before I let myself get caught up in all the ho ha.

So, just wish me I’d wake up feeling good. I mean, with the way the traffic SUCKS in jakarta, I would want to feel happy and all perky before leaving the house. anyways,, come what may!

Why make such a big deal out of New Years Eve? It’s like any other night; dark.

That was what my dad said on our drive back to the hotel. The streets were crowded with happy looking people holding stupid looking New Years Terompet (what’s the proper English for that, at this point I honestly don’t really care. I’d put in “HORN” but that’d sound dirty). Ah what the hell, at least those shinny shimmery blinking shit puts a smile on their faces. Take a look at the girl sitting on the backseat. She’s putting on a long face because her father strictly told her cousin NOT TO bring her along with his friends to celebrate New Years in that city. And I couldn’t agree more what with how dangerous the streets look.

I mean, just because she happens to be in a city she has never been before, and just because it happens to be New Years Eve, and just because her cousin happens to be friends with a DJ in one of the town’s night club therefore he can make her get in free, and just because “accident rate is freakishly high on new years due to drunk drivers” (dot dad), doesn’t mean that she has to stay out late being young celebrating new years, right? And my gawd woman, she’s already 22 and hasn’t gotten a bachelor degree yet! I know, kids these days, right? *stares meaningfully*

She told me that the TV is playing all the usual. You know, concerts and all. Yawn. Boring. I told her that working on thesis in the hotel room sounds like fun. Because, you know, she’d be somewhere safe. And what fun can you possibly get without considering safety, right? What a poor shame she doesn’t share the same point of view.

Well at least the thought of her staying in on New Years Eve made me up dated my blog. This calls for a toast, so pour the champagne! Pour the champagne!

PS. I had just realized what my iTunes was playing; Trembling Blue Stars -the Ghost of an Unkissed Kiss “we’ll never know what we let go… what we let go… what we let go….”

Happy New Years, everyone! Go blog about your new year’s resolutions so I could laugh at them! *toast*

PPS. I am proud to tell you that few hours after I bitch and moan here, my thesis… is finished. Oh boy am I gonna enjoy the first day of 2009!! Not.

I have to spend it on the airplane, pffft~ ahh well.

Btw, save the “congratulations!” for when it has all really reached a good end. Wish me luck! ^^

One more thing, starting 2009, I’m gonna keep this quotation in mind: “Life is pretty much in the grays for the most part and if you insist always on black and white… you are going to be very unhappy. ” Blythe Danner =))