Showing posts with label personal experience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal experience. Show all posts
Thursday, 18 April 2013
I even have to struggle to snuggle
(#listening Maroon 5 - Daylight)
And the daylight is coming in a couple hours. Psychic iTunes.
Anyways, there's this one word that just came across my head and made me think like, that's it.
Struggle.
My recent life is all about struggling and fighting. If I may give some explanations :
- being an business student (while I was born to be world's #1 hater of numbers and econs)
- trying to lose weight, lots of it (I gained approx. 20 kilos during undergrad study, no exaggeration)
- have to stay at home, can only get out with parents or such (everyone knows I can't sit still, or maybe I can, in my sleep)
- trying to catch up with statistics accounting and such while trying not to forget my German after I stopped using it regularly (I'd be very thankful if you know a native German to be my sparring partner, PS : better if he's a HE who still likes a SHE, and good looking)
(#shuffled Daft Punk feat. Pharrell Williams - Get Lucky)
- still not knowing what I'll do for the future (corporate worker vs entrepreneur, given the fact that I don't even know what the heck I'm doing in a biz school)
- get rid of this laziness/labilness/little-sulky-kid-ness and grow up a little bit instead (that explains much already)
- fixing my sleep time (start to become more and more Batman-spirited and Panda-eyed at once)
(#next Take That - Back For Good)
- critical financial state (am currently earning nothing while I actually have a long bucket list, which includes getting financial stability)
- (still strongly related to above) stop buying online without thinking twice
- getting trust from Dad to drive by myself (I'm becoming 22 this June, DUH)
- come up with any improvement for this blog (I just glanced over my own posts and thought, nyet napa keliatannya gw galau bener.......)
- keeping myself sane (in the middle of school and stuffs)
- HOW TO BANISH THESE GIANT PIMPLES ON MY FACE??? (screw hormones)
(#now Justin Timberlake feat. Jay Z - Suit and Tie)
There's one other important point that I can't just disclose here.
And to close all those, I can't even shift to bed swiftly like other normal people. It takes double, triple, multiple effort for me to just close these tiny creaseless lids.
(#LastOneIPromiseYou Sting - Englishman in New York)
Well, that makes some additions to the list above : Find a cure for all those, either a what or a who.
(Deep down, I wish it's a who, if you got what I mean)
Kisses,
Legal alien (I'm a legal alien, woo oohh!)
(Man I love it when Isa Raja sang this song)
Friday, 4 January 2013
2012 in wordless reflection. Let the pictures shed the tears or burst the laughter
Fanka's requiem mass
February 2012
Beauty Class with Harumi Sudradjat as the first Pre Event of UIFW 2012
February 2012
Photoshoot for UIFW 2012 printed ad
March 2012
Friendly Fires @ Soundshine. My one and only gig in 2012, I guess
March 2012
Photoshoot with Ikatan Studi Jerman 2012 teammates
March 2012
Yelling competition for Olimpiade Ilmiah Mahasiswa 2012
May 2012
One of the best part of the year : Thai trip with the kosans
June 2012
Grand Palace, Bangkok
June 2012
Some great dishes from mamak (Indian restaurant) in Kuala Lumpur
June 2012
RTC announcers batch 2010, team building @ Puncak
June 2012
June people's birthday dinner with Kosans ++
July 2012
Baby Steven, less than one month old
July 2012
Very first show of UI FASHION WEEK 2012, wardrobe by Nainsook
September 2012
One of those rare moments when we could take shoots during work
September 2012
Some kind of after party for UIFW 2012 committees @ Nindi's
September 2012
Those darlings without whom I won't survive living through 2012
September 2012
RTC UI FM 14th birthday
September 2012
Top 13 Finalists of TRAX Hunt 2012
October 2012
MCing for Commartfest @ Rolling Stone Cafe
November 2012
LOing for OSN Pertamina 2012. On duty @ Dermaga One Ancol
November 2012
Birthday dinner from the December people of OSN crew
December 2012
First and last photoshoot with the whole batch of German Studies 2009
December 2012
Monday, 1 October 2012
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.)
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.)
Sunday, 19 August 2012
From myself, maybe?
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)
Monday, 13 August 2012
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.
Look what we accidentally saw. Charlie Brown Cafe!
Closed the trip with some street food hunting.
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.
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.
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.
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