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January 09, 2008

handle it with care

Girlfriendsatbeachks122585     

friends are a strange entity. some of the friends I have I've known since the age of 2. some I met only a couple of years ago. some remain just acquaintances, others have become my soul sisters. I've lost some friends too. some have probably forgotten about me. I have forgotten about so many. I guess that throughout the years I've learned to accept the coming and going of people in my life. I've learned that you don't own people and that they can decide whether they want to share their lives with you or not, and that it's ok.

 

sometimes you are surprised. you meet someone randomly and a friendship blossoms. you think it's just someone you talk with on the phone once in a while, but then, you start sending cards on Christmas and New Year's day and gifts on birthdays. you get phone calls and worried emails when one of your families is at the hospital or a few days after a bad day to see if you're ok. strangely enough, you don't compare lifestyles, bank accounts, wardrobe or haircuts. you talk stupid thoughts and more personal issues, your background, your childhood and you realize you're truly heard. it was not something planned or anticipated. it just happened.

 

after chatting with my best friends this afternoon, whom I call the crazy duo, for about an hour and a half I had a big smile on my face the entire day. I've known Miss. Monyet almost all my life. While the older sister, Miss. Moo Mooo, I've only known her for 5 months and we met only 4 times. Yet, surprisingly, I could talk crazy with her. I could be my crazy-self. She let me be crazy. She let me be myself. In her, I could pour my heart-out. I could rest all my deepest, inner fear.

I love friendship between women. this is a gift we must treasure every day. thank you.

my dears. this is to you both. the IGGI sisters. I know you don't read blogs. but, I just want to let you know...I love and misses you guys. very. very much.

Desperation.

It's summer now. People are skipping with delight happily displaying toes and bra-less cleavage strolling on the streets, shopping or basking on benches in the sunlight. I'm telling you, summer should be sold in pharmacies.

Right now my mind is pacing up and down. Wondering. Have I really forgotten my english? I've lost much of english vocabularies I knew. And, I've stop spelling corrrectly too? I mean, come on! I'm back to ground zero.

I'm heart broken.

Initiating my lazy-self, I promised to start reading and yes, blogging again.



I wish you all a fabulous week, with endless opportunities to laugh out loud, love with boundless tenderness and fun summer memories to recollect.

December 23, 2007

Supposedly...

Suppose you are right. Suppose there is no God. Then, when I die as a believer, I have lost nothing. I just die, as a one that devoted one's life to love and morals. But if you, as a non-believer, are wrong and I am right, you have to spend an eternity in hell. See, I have nothing to lose, but you have everything to lose.


The problem these days with believes is the reasoning is that there are thousands of Gods that humans have imagined. A person who believes in Allah can make this statement, and so can a person who believes in God, and so can a person who believes in Vishnu.

The fact is that religion is a form of delusion. By believing in an imaginary God, you have not "lost nothing." What you have done is commited yourself to a lifetime of delusion, instead of commiting your life to reality. Non-believers live moral and loving lives without having to resort to delusion.

The fact that there are so many Gods...proves that all of these Gods are imaginary! If there actually were an all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving "God" in any form, that would be obvious to everyone and we would all align on him. His existence would be undeniable and impossible to hide.

To me...There's only ONE God who lives in heaven. God of all believes.

October 19, 2007

Blah

Boy, I went on a treadmill today. Yay! The cross trainers were all jam packed anyway. And the queque was phenomenal. I couldn't be bother to wait. So, I fought my fear and went on it. What a breakthrough. Yes, I've always try to avoid that machine on all cost. My breath was never long. Perhaps subconsciously, I simply am afraid of passing out HAHAHAHA. 

Within 4 minutes I was holding on for dear life. Good God. I didn't realize that it's been that long since my last treadmill session. The only thing that made me last the whole 10 minutes (yea, it was only ten minutes) was this girl yang sangat bundar next to me, keeping up with the same speed as mine as if she was taking a stroll with her dog. Larinya nyantai beibeh ajah gituh. Dahsyat! Sungguh, gue curiga doi gak napas deh? Edaan...

From that torture machine, I moved on to the rowing machine. I find this a lot acceptanle than running. Yes! Stayed there for 10 minutes or so, surviving on watching The Simpson hihihi.

Good thing tomorrow is Sunday. Liburrr. Gak usah ke gym. Horeeee horrreeee...hahaha :D


Have a good weekend everybpdih. Bisous!

April 08, 2007

Balada semangkuk bubur jamu...

Memang berbagai warganegara, beragam corak wajah menghiasi kekayaan geografis tanah Southern Cross ini: Dari mereka yang berkumis tuebaaall, selebar dan sebesar gagang telepon! *hiiyy* sampai mereka yang berkumis tipis laksana saringan kopi tubruk, semuanya tumplek di sini. Tapi, terlepas dari urusan kumis...Sungguh keberagaman yang kaya akan nuansa kebersamaan, yang tentunya membawa keuntungan dan 'keanehan2annya' tersendiri.

Being live here for 14 years...That! does NOT guarrantee my ability to fluently comprehend how people pronounce and speaks their english. At least not to my ears. Somehow, I frequently found myself begging for their pardon...asking for repetitions, as they speak mumbly and rarely pronounce the few last alphabets...pokoknya di kuping mah kedengerannya kaya... "wes ewes-ewes ewes bablas angine!" *hik hik hik*

Satu hal kecil  lain yang ringan, misalnya makanan atau masakan. Yaitu, melihat sejenis pisang raja yang digoreng tanpa tepung itu, kemudian dimakan jadi satu dengan nasi dan sayur 'gulai' sungguh terasa cukup aneh. belom lagi saya pernah ngeliat seorang bule, melahap selempeng irisan hard tofu (iya, bener, si tahu putih yang direbus itu) dijepit dengan setangkap roti hamburger dan "Hap!" dilahap dengan nikmatnya.
Adalagi, salah satu dari idung pesek asal Khazakstan, yang notabene sering gaul dengan kita-kita disini, yang selalu, dan tidak-bisa-tidak mencampurkan makanan-nya dengan saus tomat. Mulai dari lauk pauk--yang...well, I guess, makanan yang (some of them) mungkin terasa lazim untuk dibubuhi saus tsb...sampai ke...Pancake Fruit Salad! *gleg*

Hal serupa juga terlihat cukup aneh buat rekan-rekan yang melihat saus sambel cap Dua Belibis yang selalu setia dibawa kemana-mana, keluar masuk restoran.
Sampai-sampai sang manager restoran selalu melayangkan lirikan mautnya, tanda curiga sayah nyolong saus dari meja resto itu (lagian, masa jadi maling soas tomat? gak kreatip amat! ye ye yeee...)  yang, saking sebelnya, pernah suatu kali, sayah datengin aja si idung pesek itu, lalu senyum manis sambil kedip2 (abis tampangnya udah kaya mo nelen orang gt *kikikik*)...
"I can understand your concern, whenever you were glancing on the bottle I have in my hand every time. But, this is my dietary supplement! and none of your bottles on the table has this label. With this 'magical' ketchup, I enjoy more of your meals and made me come back for more"

Sambil nyengir mesem2 dia cuman mbales:
"ayam sore, miss. ai...ai...dong min yu wut stil mai ketcap botel. but pliss, op cors u can bring your on sauce botel...."
("I am sorry, miss. I...I..don't mean you would steal my ketchup bottle. But off course you can bring your own sauce bottle.")

Pengalaman saya mencicipi makanan khas teman2 dari berbagi negera jg lumajen banyak dan sering. Tapi kali ini kami diundang ke rumah untuk bersantap siang ke rumah seorang pemuda asal Pakistan. Saya sendiri memang rada norak dengan masakan Pakistan yang katanya agak berbeda dengan masakan India (yang setelah  dikasih tau oleh orang Indianya sendiri, ternyata Indian dish sendiri pun terbagi menjadi 2 region: Northern and Southern Indian Cousine)

Jadi...Gimana sih rasanya makanan Pakistan itu?
Buat lidah saya mah, sama aja seperti masakan India, dengan aroma kari yang terasa nyaring di hidung, dan roti adalah pengganti nasi. Roti yang bentuknya rada-rada gosong dikit, bundar-melingkar setebal jari, yang kemudian disobek, dibentuk seperti sendok dulu dan dicelupkan kedalam sup...trus langsung deh - aa..am! masuk ke mulut!

Sopnya...sop biji-bijian yang didalamnya ada kacang merah, kacang ijo, dan beberapa jenis biji-bijian lainnya (lentil, kayaknya) dengan aroma kari dan irisan daun seledri...rasanya ...*maap, yaaa maappp* ...agak2 ajaib gituh. Singkatnya bubur kacang ijo rasa kuah rendang campur roti sobek - gitu2 deh. Cuman ya...mau apalagi? Komplen nggak bisa! Kulayangkan pandangku ke arah si Sandra, anak Engineering, dia hanya berusaha menunjukkan tampang seolah-olah dia menikmati makan siang itu, dan seskali senyum-senyum dan ngangguk, pasti dia ditanya apakah masakannya enak apa nggak...padahal sih dari tampangnya udah keliatan seret bin berjuang jugak *hihihihi*

"Do you like it?" Tanya tuan rumah ke sayah. Dan, dengan pedenya langsung aja nyahut balik...
"Oh, this is like my home-cook meal." *abisnya gue musti ngereply apa cobak!*
"Ah, good then...please...have some more. I've cooked plenty to fed the whole suburb! hahaha" gelaknya sambil itu, centong sup yang gede-nya itu persis gayung adonan martabak, hampir aja mau tertuang ke piring gue yang notabene masih belum habis juga si bubur kacang ijo-rasa rendang itu...*walah! bisa berabe wini*
"Oh, Oh...that’s OK! I am good...I'm good...thank you...thank you! allow me to finish this first."  
"Ditto...just let me know when you want a second round, K!! ...or you'll know where to fill up your empty bowl." sambil mengerlingkan sebelah matanya.
"Got it!" sambil mesem selebar2nya
(Hadududududuuhhhhh...mateklah awak kalo sampe ditambahim 1 'gayung' lagi.... untunggg...untuuunggg.......)

Sengaja tak lambat-lambatin makan-nya, sambil ngurak-ngarik si bubur rasa jamu itu dengan sendok, selain banyak minum--biarin tu bubur ajaib cepet lewat tenggorokan dan senyum sana-sini dan aakhirnyaaa sedikit demi sedikit habis juga! Ammiiinnnn... sementara si Sandra, masih disibukkan dengan berbagai pertanyaan sampe penjelasan bagaimana caranya memasak bubur jamu itu--kasian, tp dari hasil sadapan kuping dari jauh (baca: nguping! hihihi) jawaban doi mantep booo...yang bikin gw jadi mikir lagi, "tu anak beneran doyan apa ma ni bubur ajaib???"

tapi, selepas sore, saat kami pamit, si Sandra langsung nyerocos...
"That's what he called a human food?! God, help me, I hardly swolloed. Just now, I had no idea of what I was eating...I thought, it was a decent soup!" dumal si Sandra.
"Didn't you like it? You almost convinced me that you were really enjoying what we ate, since I saw you noded a lot...hihihi." godaku
"You're pulling my legs here..." balasnya dengan kesal
"I dunno, I just saw you smiled a lot...and really paid a lot of attention to him, what was it anyway?"
"Oh, you know, he kept on talking-and-talking, as if I really understand what he was saying about the mixture of that soup, this and that...and luckily you came and break the talk..Phew!"
"Hahaha...! Next time, sit next to me"
"I'd better reseved my spot in advance then...HAHAHAHAAA...."

March 30, 2007

Officially Missing, MELBOURNE


In the midst of all the hustle and bustle at work,
my thoughts started to drift back to my days in Melbourne.
Longing for its Victoria Market's air to engulf my body with its mystifying 'warmth'.

From the first moment I set foot on its soil,
I knew, I was, and STILL in love...
 
Beneath the endless dark sky lit up by multitude of stars, I feel at ease.
Felt like a gentle splashing of the waves against a boat,
I felt an overwhelming sense of calmness, whenever I was there.
I was content.
 
And I let the darkness of the night gently lead me into my imaginary world...
Melbourne...It would always be a place that will encompass a special place in my heart always...forever and a day...
 
Oh Boy, now that my mum is there...
uhuuuu, IIKKUUUTTT
tapi,
jangan lupa oleh-olehnya, yaks! hehehehehe :P

December 19, 2006

US$110 Hamburger.

According to the Economist’s Big Mac index, an Indonesian worker must work for 3 hours 3 minutes to earn enough to buy one Big Mac (in Australia, a worker only needs to work for 16 minutes). Doesn't really make much sense to me though - I mean the energy needed to work for over three hours is probably more than you get from the Big Mac in the first place. Wouldn't it better just to sleep or do nothing?


But putting the Big Mac in the shade is the Four Season puts US$110 burger on the menu . Yep! It sells for the phenomenal Rp. 1 million (AUD $145 approx) For an Indonesian worker to buy one of this beauties he'd have to work for two months, save every penny and eat nothing! And then he'd probably complain of the taste anyway - it contains foie gras, Portobello mushrooms and Korean pears. But despite its high price, the burgers are selling well. So far 20 have been sold.


Only a milk and honey of the filthy rich.

December 17, 2006

The Obejct of My Addiction

Nothing beats a good strong cup of coffee, anytime, anywhere. And I just had one of the best I've ever had so far this afternoon. A tiny little coffee shop at the corner of King St, Newtown - merely visible, nearly lost from world's existance. Although its continious queque is...My Gowd! It's a no wander. Indeed its brew is, a heaven's send. My co-workers would walk into their office cubicle in the morning with its insulated cup, coffee thermos or others with starbucks papercup in hand. We also had this coffee-drinking bonding where we gathered in the pantry around 10-is am for a refill and a bit of office gossip. By 10.3o am. I already am itching for my second cup , would find reasons to sneak out to the nearest coffee for another shot. Usually a double espresso is strong enough to give a kick until around mid-afternoon.

I honestly think it's a crime that someone has decided to invent instant coffee. The truth, anything instant should be banned!However. The world can have herbal infused instant tea that tastes more like a foot soak or those 2-in-1 instant hot chocolate sachet thing. But coffee??? The only thing you get from instant coffee is a thin layer of "froth" resembles to a spit and the bitter taste that's probably coffee flavouring. Especially the kind of coffee in a cup of thick fluid with floating debris in it - that you have to deal everytime you sip. Ew!
 
I like my coffee strong, so strong that you can't see the bottom of the cup and give a good kick in the head...Bad coffee just makes me feel like slapping other people in the face for the rest of the day. Just give me my coffee and nobody gets hurt. These days serving coffee is an art itself. Somebody even came up with cool designs on the milk foam and call it latte-art. It's just getting worse, they're turning coffee lovers into fanatics. It's even a religion now! Ha, that's me, one of them. I like a decent thick foamy milk - those silky micro bubbles, not the dish soap type of bubbles, it should be at least an inch deep layer that you can scoop out the silky foam like a mousse cake, then powedered with chocolate dusk. Now that's an art!


While in Jakarta, a few years back,  a coffee-jungkie like me used to be simple. de'Excelso. But in the last few years, Starbucks, Gloria Jeans, Tea Leaf & Coffee Bean has built up quite a presence. Although their regular cafe au lait, taste nothing more than darken water drownfurther with milk and a dash of sugar.

Let’s see how they measure up head to head on a number of criteria. Which is better - Starbucks or indonesian local - de'Excelso brew?

1. The coffee itself. Starbucks took the Italian art of coffee brewing and bastardized it by adding syrups, whipped cream, flavored extracts, soy milk, dope (well, who the hell knows right? Muehehe :P) and anything else they care to chuck in. Another negative is that the coffee isn’t served that hot (coz they are worried of being sued if some cretin spills the coffee on his lap and burns himself). At least Excelso keeps it simple. What more could you want than a piping hot espresso?
VERDICT (out of 5)
Starbucks: 3. de’Excelso: 4
 

2. Health. With all those syrups and whipped cream, Starbucks coffee is packed with calories. Have one of the huge slices of fat filled cheesecakes and you are well on the road to obesity. Excelso is much better: an arabican grind coffee is very low in calories. Just leave the sugar sachet alone.
VERDICT
Starbucks: 1.    de’Excelso: 5


3. Politics. For local brew, it’s more domestic with additional of personal touch from a thorough research of the owner for their favourite bean. Starbucks is a bastardly huge corporation, with 8,345 locations in the States alone and tens of thousands more across the world and the coffee still tastes corporate, and too redicilous to be famous. Their bean is standardized. Funnily enough, though, most Indonesians don’t even know that its CEO - Howard Schultz – is a Jewish conservative who funds Israeli’s military. While I could still remember clearly that Nadine Chandrawinata was being critized for being friendly to Miss. Israel during the beauty peagent. Just kidding? Click here to see for yourself. (Not that I care, but just a little information won’t hurt yer ;) …So their beans, no personal touch, no nothing.
VERDICT
Starbucks: 0. de’Excelso: 5


4. Price. One cup of Starbucks coffee costs at least Rp 35,000. with more or less the same for local. tho the taste? Priceless.
VERDICT
Starbucks: 1. de’Excelso: 4


5. Style. Starbucks - Serving coffee in paper/plastic cups? Not only is that sacrilege but it produces unnecessary waste. Coffee should only ever be served in mugs or coffee cups - Unless take away – Well, it’s the only way. It doesn’t look presentably friendly, yes?
VERDICT
Starbucks: 1. de’Excelso: 4


6. Hot chicks and dudes. I must say Starbucks wins in every inch of the way
VERDICT
Starbucks: 5. de’Excelso: 3


FINAL SCORE
Starfucks: 11 stars.
De’Excelso: 25 stars.

 


So there you go!
A comprehensive victory for Indonesia's local coffee chain......HARHARHARRR :D


Footnote: although THE b-e-s-t coffee in Jakarta is kopi tarik at Pasar Muara Karang yang becek dan ber-ac panas dan pengabnya alam. and its cup of coffee only cost Rp. 3000 sajah. HA! Beat that.  



December 16, 2006

Lost in Translation

Seen in Bali, the souce said. No wonder Corby and Leslie think they are hard done by. She only followed their advice...moahahahahahaaaaa :D

Hide_drug

October 28, 2006

Manners...Where thou art, manners?

Index_4 I walked out the front doors of a café in Kemang, and hold a door open for a woman (in her late 30’s) who trailed behind us. She sailed past the two of us like a celebrity on the red carpet, not deigning to glance in my direction and offering even a murmur of thanks. Not caring if she thinks I’m a doormat -- Nevertheless, I was floored by her sense of entitlement and lack of courtesy. Truly, I was lost in translation while still holding the door open, and then I murmured the very word to myself, “Thank you.”

 

I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised – it’s long been documented that manners are on the decline. However, my feet were standing on a polished marble floor, inside a posh café, with its socialites obsessed by the latest fashions, flashy cars and status.  I expected to find the best qualities of manners from people. Errr…I guess not. A postcode does not define levels of arrogance of its residents after all.

 

Likewise last year, when I got a chance to visit The Land of The Great Wall (a.k.a. China), and flew with China Airlines – that makes my 12 hours flight amad berkesan! A woman, whose seat was behind me and she was sitting right next to her kid, and husband. Berdua mereka berumpi seru dengan volume suara serasa lagi nonton layar tancep. Dan si istri akan menjerit dengan amad stereonya, gak kalah stereonya sama Dolby system, pas anaknya numpahin jus! Nyaris jantung semata wayangku ini loncat keluar.

 

Kejadian masih di dalam pesawat yang sama, kali ini saya lagi antri untuk lavatory, di mana sudah ada 3 orang sebelumnya. Jadinya dari pada bengong yah mending baca2 majalah donk. Kutunggu sampai akhirnya berikut adalah giliranku masuk. Lalu tiba2 entah dari mana datangnya, seorang nenek2 menyalib antrian and berdiri di depanku! Menatapku sebentar, tapi terus asyik lagi berdiri di depanku?!?! (I said to myself, “Gak papaa, udah nenek2, memang seharusnya aku mengalah. Tabahkan hatimoe, nak.”)

 

sehabis si nenek ini keluar dari lavatory, dan saya sudah siap gaya mau nyelonong masuk. Eh…tau2nya ada seorang ibu-ibu dengan anaknya menyetop-ku, sambil komat-kamit bahasa dewa yang kira2 artinya “sebentar, saya cuman mau ngambil tissue.” tentunya saya balas dengan seyuman yang artinya “Silahkan’”
Tapi apa mau dikata, janji memang terucap hanya untuk di-ingkari. Setelah pura2 mengulur tissue untuk sekian detik, lalu detik berikutnya, “Loh…loh…looooh itu, kok pake acara tutup pintu segale?? baru gw tau ngambil tissue pake tutup pintu?!?!” Dan 5 menit kemudian ia ngeloyor keluar bersama anaknya, tanpa perasaan bersalah. *Hayahhh*


“Yak! NEXT!!" melirik kiri dan kanan.
"Yakin??? Gak ada yang mau nyerobot lagi!!!” sambi lirik kiri, lirik kanan lagi.

 

*Gggrrrbbbblblblblll…blll…bllllll….*
Laen kali, kalau mau traveling ke
China. Boleh saya anjurkan untuk terbang dengan Singapore Airline, sodara-sodara. (Damai, nyaman, tenteram, tidak makan ati, dan tidak makan jantung. Amiiinnnnnn)

Untuk menghilangkan ke-sutresno-an batin, waktu dikasih makan malam saya minta wine. jadinya paling gak aku bisa mabu-mabu'an sedikit *ahik* dan melarutkan kehingar-bingaran suasana pesawat yang lebih mirip pasar itu bersama lelap tidurku, sambil berleyeh-leyeh dengan harapan esok, dapat kuucapkan “Heluuuuu…Beijingggg” ;P

 

The funniest thing I ever saw, was a fellow parading around the foyer of a big hotel barking into his mobile – then it rang *???* Similar case while I was in a bus, a woman keeps swearing at her mobile phone, 3 minutes after the phone conversation ends. *O.o*

 

Rarely, citizens to hold the door for someone half a metre behind them, they just can’t be bothered. Hardly anyone says thank you anymore. Incivilities after incivilities took its shape.
We’ve all been guilty of rudeness. In my case, whenever I got distracted – and here I blame the mobile phone *ihik* -- Often, I just shoot-off without saying any word of gratitude *hhmmppfff*

“It’s a metropolis world we live in, we’ve become obsessed with our own existence, interests and rights, we shield ourselves from the world, ‘til we forget to treat people with dignity and respect.” As I have tried to reason. While my work colleague blame the work pressures, congestion and even advertising for eroding our sense of community and respect for others.

 

Above all incident of rudeness, I’ve came across. I feel most pitiful towards people who bully bank tellers, cabbies, waiters and the like. They have little self-esteem. I really do feel sorry for them because they don’t have adequate social skills to cope without making others looks and feels bad -- Rude, I might behave on occasion. I’ll make sure for as long as I shall live, that I won’t do such a thing.

 

Eniveys! Regardless of all the rudeness the world has accomplished...

I still believe that most of us are good at heart. Only the world has pushed its population to the edge of limits, that force us to do the inevitable, by overreact to rudeness.

Ps: kalo ada yang punya pengalaman laen, monggo di share loh! ;)


Salam gula,
Novie, Snupie, Inem, whatever ;)