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5 days left before leaving 2012.

For most human being, it's quite an obligation to arrange a next-year resolution. Some really see it as a parameter to slide smoothly through the upcoming year. Some just think about it as nothing more than a routine. Some simply post one to follow everyone else. How about you then?

Me? Well I've tried many times to no avail. Every December of every year I ended up reading at the list I had composed before and felt like, hm, did I ever promised that? So, otherwise, I prefer making some recaps of what happened during the whole year, how far I had reached, and who influenced me pretty much on what.

This year's is gonna be long, I can assure myself even before I start typing. As a pro procrastinator-slash-devoted-deadliner, I presumed that I still have 5 days to share you my rants. While I compose one (after finishing some works left from univ) why don't you compose yours then we can share each other?

Because that's the main point of being human : always to share and to care.

You may weep, but how can you see with your eyes closed?

Every single human being must have at least one moment in life when they feel like things are going totally wrong.
Am I having one right now?

Nope. I know nothing in life is wrong. If it is, maybe you just don't see the lesson beneath. Or at least not yet.
Do I?
Yes.

I believe (well, I try to, better said) that we all met for reasons. There are reasons why moments happened, why you were connected with some particular souls, and why some of them were taken away from you. Of course you may weep, but how can you see matters with your eyes closed?

We have eyelids so that these eyes can take some rest, can ignore anything lies ahead, can clean up dirts in order to see clearer. But you see, they are not meant to be shut closed all the time. At least not before you head up to papa Lord's residence.

You can cry. You can deny those unwanted things happening to you. You can choose not to believe what you see. But it won't last. One day, you'll have to face them. It might hurt, it might suck, but at least, finally you can see.

Expectations, expectations on the wall, who's the fairest of all? Nada.

Whadya think about this new look? I was sort of bored with the recent childlike look, so I decided to make this visual sanctuary look a bit more, hmm, neat and clear. Well, at least I expected it to be so, I don't know if others really count it as "neat and clear" or not.

And that's the matter. Expectations.

How do I start?

So to make it clear, I'd like to call myself a worst-case-scenario person. For me the safest plan is the one with concrete solutions when everything seems to not work out. Yet, just like other labil youngsters at my age, I'm also that type of person who already has this clear visualization in mind about what I'll  do/see/create everytime I plan something. To make it sound less complicated : I'm an analytical pessimist and also an imaginative optimist at the same time.

I always end up with expectations. The matter whether the upcoming reality suits my former expectation or not, that's not really a big deal for me. At least it used to be so.

Lately I feel like, I expect much more, which causes the fact that I swallow lot more disappointment because my plans, my pretty elaborated forecast, simply don't work.

The answer is actually easy as two three. You plant this theory in your head that nothing would ever be quite the same like how you wanted it to be. Another following confusion is, well, I don't really care if it's my expectation that I ruined, but it bothers me like damn when I screw up with people's expectations toward me.

Like, I don't really care if I get C+ or something as final score, but that will surely be a problem for mom and dad.
I don't really care if I gain like more than dozen kilos, but that might be horrible for my future love life. Who would ever marry a woman as big as orca whale?
I don't really care if I neglect my jobdesc in event committee(s), but that will absofreakinlutely ruin my whole team.
I don't really care about what I wear. Pathetic torn jeans shorts, black T-shirt with fancy colored bra peeking through a bit, or dirty cheap flip flops for a walk to capital city mega malls. But will I be that heartless to let people disgust themselves seeing a shabby fat ass with oily face and frizzy bed hair?

Yes, that's how hard life is for an overthinker like me.


(Btw, this is the fastest post I ever wrote. Seriously, wow.)

Tonight and every single night, it is

You got a girl
That doesn't look a thing like me
The girl, your mother always said it would be
So, you could say that, you could say that
I'm hopeless

But that ain't the girl
That ain't the girl I want you to be
The girl that keeps up
And I see in my dreams
So, you could say that, you could say that
I love her

So I don't care what they say
It's our life life life
We can dance if we want
Make it feel alright
Temperature's rising
I feel the fire
Tonight, it's just me and you

Tell me baby, will you be here when I wake up
Even with no make up
I don't want to fake it

And you don't gotta doubt a second if I miss you
Everytime I'm with you
I feel naked

If I told you girl
Come and run away with me
Now will you throw it all away for me
I need to know that, need to know that
It's not over

Cause you were the boy
Daddy told you to stay away from me
But you're nothing but a fantasy
I need to know that, need to know that
You'd be strong enough to believe in us

Tonight, it's just me and you


I don't even know which one I should bold/caps lock/underline/whatever, because they're all true.
!!!!!!!

From myself, maybe?

You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said I don't know what I can save you from.

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.

Well, I know, but I'm not sure...

(I  Don't Know What I Can Save You From - Kings of Convenience)

A quarter before two, I'm all alone and I....... Sing Lady Antebellum's

Like a kid under banging thunder, I'm scared as hell
Like a mother duck losing her duckling, I'm scared as hell
Like a woman going back home driving alone, I'm scared as hell

I can't bear staying on ground with such fear following like shadow,
make me look like lame queen of sorrow

Question is, where do I go when hell itself scares me off as hell?

Just a trip with soooo many "Tau Gitu......" accidents

Finally, HI AGAIN BLOG!
Laptop is like a third forgotten husband these late days and blog becomes pretty much like an abandoned stepson. Time flies real fast, eh?

So, I spent last June having series of endless trips from heres and to theres. The one page that had the whole tale started, the kosans international trip 2.0 ladies and gentlemen.

Unlike the first trip (Singapore Jan 2011), this one was marvelously well planned. Bought the ticket a year in advance, thank Air Asia, JKT - KL - BKK - KL - JKT only costed us IDR 578.000 included tax and hotel fare and other blah stuff.

Above is my mighty team. The girls from the same old kost.
For old friends, yes I DO gain lots of weight. I tried every tips suggested to me and no one worked. Instead of becoming some smokin hot ass, I just turned bigger each day. Yes, this is how stressful I am.

Maybe I should spare one separated post analyzing about the rapid growth of my fat bank.

Before I keep on blabbering like a dumb, let's put this body talk aside. I'm not really good at words (at least not right now). Will just spread the pictures and caption each one of them. All shots were taken with my Gallasandro.

There he is!

Was too lazy to bring any digicam, I would be too busy sightseeing anyway. And that turned out to be true, fyi. Everyday I woke up feeling so worn out with my whole legs feeling numb, and in the end of each day I got back to hotel with bunch more pain. Couldn't wait a second to call my mbok pijet back at home.

Groovy Lime McFlurry.

Just so you know, malaysian McD is slightly cheaper than indonesian's. After couple days, I found out that thai's is WAY cheaper. With bigger chunk of chicken (and less oily, which results a more-appetizing look), bigger coke glass, and bigger fries (I ordered 2 huge chicken, XL fries and XL lemon tea for around THB 70, with 1 THB taken equal as IDR 300).

The bus that took us to KL Sentral, where the hotel were.

We chose My Hotel, which I personally stated as the best hotel I stayed in during this trip. Comfy room, free and fast wifi connection, and if you add MYR 10 for each room (one room was triple bedded) you'll get free breakfast. There are 3 My Hotel branches in KL Sentral only, the one with inclusive breakfast is the first hotel you see from across the street.

Thank goodness it didn't explode. 

I'll give my vote straight away to any governor who can give us Jakarta people THIS.

Show your passport at the information desk at Suria KLCC, get tourist discount at dozens chosen outlets.

The Braun Buffel water Rissa is always proud of (while practically it was just some random drinking water brand with the label changed).

Look what we accidentally saw. Charlie Brown Cafe! 

I have to say that the dishes were disappointing and overpriced. The menu book wasn't even well printed, like the menu sheet you might find in local street food stalls. We came there only for the cute interior. But well, doesn't mean that you better not eat here. One visit won't hurt you anyway.

Move to Bangkok.

It's supposed to be Suvarnabhumi anyway. 

Though the service was below okay (most of the people working there didn't speak English well, some even didn't speak it at all) and the wifi connection was unreliable (it was very slow, hardly worked in my room, when in my friends' room it was super rapid) the room itself was a real definition of comfort. And they could pick you up from airport to the hotel, for free.

Oh, they sell drinkinK water. And condoms. On food menu. 

 Got these 2 phone cases and wallet in a street market very close to my second hotel.

FYI, Galaxy S2 cases were everywhere. While in Jakarta it's damn hard to find some good ones, most of them are just plain Capdases...

 Second hotel. It was HUGE, HUGE, so huge we thought at first that we mentioned the wrong hotel to the taxi driver. And we spent only IDR 70.000/night/pax for the room. And it's a 3-star hotel. WHAATTT

 These are only 2 between almost a hundred pictures of myself there.

 Ladies and Gentlemen, if you travel to Bangkok, try this one. SERIOUSLY!!!

Banana Hokkaido Milk with Matcha Soft Cream @ Fuku

Where all shopaholic cults gathered...

 Last snap of the holy Nasa Vegas before we left.

 Next destination.

 Moving to Khao San Road, just few minutes from the Palace.

One tuk-tuk is supposed to fit 3 people, and as you might guess, yes all the 6 of us took it together.

 Medea Dwintari, 20, squeaked in joy after seeing this place. Must be very familiar for Running Man fans.

 Fira's banana milk pancake. Only THB 20!

Back to KL again before going back homie.

Might look like shower from year 2525.........

For first timer, do ask how to use this if you don't want to get slapped hard by hot water. 

This time we stayed at Arenaa Mountbatten Hotel in Chinatown. Considering Chinatown is quite big, you'd better take a travel service from airport. Take the bus on the airport, they'll drop you at a spot where a car has waited, then take you straight until your hotel's door.

It was the only hotel room with 6 beds, hence we didn't have to divide groups for 2-3 rooms like before. And this one had the coolest interior. But the wifi connection was the poorest of all.

Closed the trip with some street food hunting.

 Nasi Lemak (MYR 1 each) and some satays (MYR 1,5 each).

The sauce tasted bit weird for indonesian tongue, my friends and I said.

And a splendid-tasted Indian food, just few steps across the hotel. Tasted good with friendly staffs (if I could call them so). Look just like nasgor teri and mi goreng tek-tek, I know...

That's all. I flew back home with only THB 1000 left inside my wallet (I started the trip like a fatass boss, then ended it up like some street kids).

Duh. I can't even find a kicking punchline to end this. Seriously. I think I've lost some brain cells during these couple months (not that I used to be a wordsmith with brilliant poetical DNA or what, but still). 

I'll just end this then. Until later people.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier......

..... und wir zählen ja noch weiter. ILDS!

The fire that was not that friendly, actually

7th Beatfest by UrbaniteAsia

Starring : Roman Foot Soldiers, The Magician, Friendly Fires, DJ Hogi W, plus art installation by Dana Maulana, Anton Wirjono, etc. 

Much late, this post were. Better rant less and show picts little bit more.

they threw away freebies and I got one. yipppppp

that art installation I've talked about. better check on YouTube to see why I called it awesome 

we actually planned to throw this up to stage, but it was too damn high and we couldn't reach it (though I watched from the very front row, hft). the high-nosed satpam also didn't help, he wouldn't pick this up from behind the fences. so well, plan was ruined 

lucky miss Annayu, she got the drum stick 

Oooverall, it was a great hit. Quite pleased that they put most hits on the set list (You Don't Say?), like Hawaiian Air, Live Those Days Tonight, Paris, Kiss Of Life, Jump In The Pool, Blue Cassette. They didn't have Relationships played, but that wasn't a big deal for me. Ed McFerran kept on doing that cacing kepanasan move, which was entertaining and uplifting. Magician was unexpectedly very danceable, I personally love I Don't Know What To Do and his remix of Lykke Li's I Follow Rivers.

Roman Foot Soldiers? They were even better. I played up You Make Me Feel Like Summer once when I was with my kost mates, and they thought RFS guys were foreigners instead of locals. Light tunes but also remarkably good, I could say. They surely will be bigger by time being.

There's always a 'but' in everything. The drink was way way too overpriced. Well, just like other youngsters' gigs actually, but on one other similar event they sold alcoholic bevs like half cheaper, which made me question how much their ticket income were. Besides, Friendly Fires was not that communicative (instead of the 'Friendly' word attached on the very name). Entertaining, but I didn't see any effort to blend into the crowd.

So, to sum these all up, I score this one 7,5 out of 10. Urbanite has done such splendid job by sending Friendly Fires down here. Still, for me Vampire Weekend and N.E.R.D are still the best performers I've ever watched live. Let's just wait for another better upcoming names in town.