I had a great time with the girls yesterday. We had our biweekly Rapat Genk. Notice the word, biweekly. Last time, we had to wait two months before the next gathering, so meeting them last night after just two weeks was definitely comforting.
We didn't do anything significant; we just went to PIM and tried the new place, The Cafe Cartel. The place was good, foods were a bit pricey but the atmosphere was worth it. Sofas, smoking area, not-too-loud music, and a city-lights-themed wallpaper which looked nice. Plus they give away free breads for the customers.
Then the real Rapat Genk began. We started talking non-stop about everything, filling up stories for each other over buttered breads, pizza, a snack platter, and of course glasses of iced coffee. Long after that, Arif came to join, and longer after that, we finally decided to go. I guess none of us wanted to go home, so we just walked around the almost empty mall (as it was over 10 p.m). Embarassing moment of the day was when we acted mbak-mbak-ish by taking pictures in the bridge that connected the two PIMs, with the traffic below as our background. Pretty.
Above all, it was soooo nice and comforting, just as always whenever we're together. Nothing beats those meaningless talks (bergunjing + berkhayal + cerita nggak penting dari kehidupan sehari-hari) and jokes (pistol emas, Run?). We had planned to catch a movie or have a karaoke session, but turned out, coffee was enough. I still want the karaoke session, but I'll save it for another time.
Girls, let's do this more often, okay? No more two-month-absent, please. Mari kita lakukan agenda kita kemaren yang isinya karaoke, belanja, pesta kebun, sama ke Anyer. Let's get high on caffeine again!!
[song of the day: feist - mushaboom]
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Confessions of a (dramatic) music nun
I've always been against music piracy. I despise those people who rips off an entire album into a CD, put it in some lousy-printed case and sells it for what, 15-20 thousand a piece? Whereas the real artist could've gotten all the royalties from it. Well you know how it works so I won't blab about it here.
Even so, I download songs (this is the confession part). I download songs and then compile them into a CD. I've been doing that ever since I knew the one evil privilege to the communication world that is the Internet. In my defense, mostly I download songs that I know aren't going to make it over here, my oh-so beloved country of Indonesia. And I NEVER make a penny out of it. I give them to my friends, on birthdays or just to save them from the music they got from radio and MTV. Also, I've never ripped the whole album from one artist. If I like, say, more than five songs, I'd rather buy the CD than downloading the whole album.
Imagine my guilt when I found Feist's Let It Die album very interesting, and I happen to have it in my computer. Do I really have to go and buy the original, when the whole thing is already here practically, and all I have to do is use my Nero?
...
....Aaaand burn. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Feist! Semoga Anda tetap kaya raya!
Even so, I download songs (this is the confession part). I download songs and then compile them into a CD. I've been doing that ever since I knew the one evil privilege to the communication world that is the Internet. In my defense, mostly I download songs that I know aren't going to make it over here, my oh-so beloved country of Indonesia. And I NEVER make a penny out of it. I give them to my friends, on birthdays or just to save them from the music they got from radio and MTV. Also, I've never ripped the whole album from one artist. If I like, say, more than five songs, I'd rather buy the CD than downloading the whole album.
Imagine my guilt when I found Feist's Let It Die album very interesting, and I happen to have it in my computer. Do I really have to go and buy the original, when the whole thing is already here practically, and all I have to do is use my Nero?
...
....Aaaand burn. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Feist! Semoga Anda tetap kaya raya!
Monday, February 13, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
The price is (not so) right
These days, to most--if not all--people, money is everything. At first I agree with that. Call me materialistic, but really, who are we kidding? I need money for everything. Even that shit about love-is-more-important-than-money. As someone said to me one day, "mau makan cinta?"
Anyway, someone recently told me his story. Mainline is, he's upset with his girlfriend because on one occasion, she plans to give him something he wants that's expensive. He feels insulted by her intention, saying when he can't afford something, it doesn't mean that he expects someone to feel sorry and buy it for him. Doesn't work that way with him.
While all the girl wants is to surprise her boy, thinking that he'll be happy because that's all that matters to her; to make him happy. What an unusual misunderstanding.
Money vs. Gesture
I respect the guy with all my heart, really. I mean, with all his principle and how he stands up for it. I don't know if it's purely ego and pride, or if it's one of the values his parents taught him, but it's a rare thing I think, to have that way of thinking
However, I have to agree with the girl in this case. She only thinks of it as a gesture. The price could be 200k, but it could also be 20k or even 5k, she doesn't care. All she wants is to give it to him, without any intention of feeling superior, nor pity to the guy. It's purely a gift, which happens to be a little expensive for him.
Dan bukannya si cewek juga tipe orang kaya raya. Bapaknya bukan wakil direktur perusahaan minyak nomer satu di Indonesia, bukan juga bos sebuah perusahaan asing dengan gaji dolar. She struggles to manage her finance, she earns some of her own allowance, and when she thinks she's got enough extra cash, she'd spend some of it for her dear boyfriend on this special annual occasion.
So who wins?
I'm not blaming anyone here. The girl should learn that not everything can be counted as a gift to everyone. Mungkin juga selama ini si cewek mikir, untuk beberapa hal, harga itu gak begitu penting. Kalo memang dia suka, gak peduli orang bilang overpriced, ya bakal dia beli. The guy, on the other side, should start to think that not everything is about the money.
What I'm trying to say in this entry is, cobalah jangan melulu liat harganya, liat niatnya. With that attitude, he can be addressed as ungrateful by some people. Udah dikasih barang mahal-mahal kok protes. Fortunately it's his girlfriend, who knows a thing or two about his overwhelming pride. Funny how it's different from most cases. Biasanya orang bilang begitu kalo menyayangkan harga rendah dari suatu barang yang didapet. Ini protes karena harganya ketinggian! Either way, still, it's not always about the money, is it?
As for me, I'm glad I've learned another unique trait from people. We as humanbeing surely are difficult to handle with, aren't we.
[song of the day: hooverphonic - eden]
Anyway, someone recently told me his story. Mainline is, he's upset with his girlfriend because on one occasion, she plans to give him something he wants that's expensive. He feels insulted by her intention, saying when he can't afford something, it doesn't mean that he expects someone to feel sorry and buy it for him. Doesn't work that way with him.
While all the girl wants is to surprise her boy, thinking that he'll be happy because that's all that matters to her; to make him happy. What an unusual misunderstanding.
Money vs. Gesture
I respect the guy with all my heart, really. I mean, with all his principle and how he stands up for it. I don't know if it's purely ego and pride, or if it's one of the values his parents taught him, but it's a rare thing I think, to have that way of thinking
However, I have to agree with the girl in this case. She only thinks of it as a gesture. The price could be 200k, but it could also be 20k or even 5k, she doesn't care. All she wants is to give it to him, without any intention of feeling superior, nor pity to the guy. It's purely a gift, which happens to be a little expensive for him.
Dan bukannya si cewek juga tipe orang kaya raya. Bapaknya bukan wakil direktur perusahaan minyak nomer satu di Indonesia, bukan juga bos sebuah perusahaan asing dengan gaji dolar. She struggles to manage her finance, she earns some of her own allowance, and when she thinks she's got enough extra cash, she'd spend some of it for her dear boyfriend on this special annual occasion.
So who wins?
I'm not blaming anyone here. The girl should learn that not everything can be counted as a gift to everyone. Mungkin juga selama ini si cewek mikir, untuk beberapa hal, harga itu gak begitu penting. Kalo memang dia suka, gak peduli orang bilang overpriced, ya bakal dia beli. The guy, on the other side, should start to think that not everything is about the money.
What I'm trying to say in this entry is, cobalah jangan melulu liat harganya, liat niatnya. With that attitude, he can be addressed as ungrateful by some people. Udah dikasih barang mahal-mahal kok protes. Fortunately it's his girlfriend, who knows a thing or two about his overwhelming pride. Funny how it's different from most cases. Biasanya orang bilang begitu kalo menyayangkan harga rendah dari suatu barang yang didapet. Ini protes karena harganya ketinggian! Either way, still, it's not always about the money, is it?
As for me, I'm glad I've learned another unique trait from people. We as humanbeing surely are difficult to handle with, aren't we.
[song of the day: hooverphonic - eden]
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Why stop at seven?
I got this off Runi's blog. She said I should fill this out, so here I am Run, filling this out!
Seven things that scare me:
1. Heights.
2. Losing my VIP.
3. Ocean.
4. Having to live on my own.
5. Growing up.
6. Having children and my own family to manage.
7. Lately, it's the future again.
Seven random facts about me:
1. I have to get what I want, no matter how.
2. I sleep with a lot of stuffed animals.
3. My safety pillow has a name.
4. I don't like people easily. In fact, I can hate them without any reasons.
5. I can't live without my car.
6. I don't think I'll survive living in a city less crowded, less...metropolitan than Jakarta. I need all the buzz, the riots and the hype of it around me.
7. I don't like kids, yet I teach them and get a good cash out of it.
Seven things I hope to do before I die:
1. Be a successful journalist, or better yet, have my own international magazine.
2. Publish at least a book.
3. Settle down happily with my own family living in my own house, with a shiny BMW parked outside, bought by my own money.
4. Try to live in London or NYC.
5. Go on a super romantic trip to a tropical island for my honeymoon.
6. Spoil my mom.
7. Get more religious.
Seven things I can do:
1. Argue. I like arguing.
2. Blow things out of proportion, and then whine a lot about it.
3. Remember insignificant dates with my calendar-brain partner, Runi.
4. I can write some.
5. Fix the toilet when it's broken, even when I'm drunk. Hahaha.
6. Drive.
7. Leyeh-leyeh all day long and not getting bored of it.
Seven people who should fill this out:
I don't know, seriously. I don't care who should fill this out.
Seven things that scare me:
1. Heights.
2. Losing my VIP.
3. Ocean.
4. Having to live on my own.
5. Growing up.
6. Having children and my own family to manage.
7. Lately, it's the future again.
Seven random facts about me:
1. I have to get what I want, no matter how.
2. I sleep with a lot of stuffed animals.
3. My safety pillow has a name.
4. I don't like people easily. In fact, I can hate them without any reasons.
5. I can't live without my car.
6. I don't think I'll survive living in a city less crowded, less...metropolitan than Jakarta. I need all the buzz, the riots and the hype of it around me.
7. I don't like kids, yet I teach them and get a good cash out of it.
Seven things I hope to do before I die:
1. Be a successful journalist, or better yet, have my own international magazine.
2. Publish at least a book.
3. Settle down happily with my own family living in my own house, with a shiny BMW parked outside, bought by my own money.
4. Try to live in London or NYC.
5. Go on a super romantic trip to a tropical island for my honeymoon.
6. Spoil my mom.
7. Get more religious.
Seven things I can do:
1. Argue. I like arguing.
2. Blow things out of proportion, and then whine a lot about it.
3. Remember insignificant dates with my calendar-brain partner, Runi.
4. I can write some.
5. Fix the toilet when it's broken, even when I'm drunk. Hahaha.
6. Drive.
7. Leyeh-leyeh all day long and not getting bored of it.
Seven people who should fill this out:
I don't know, seriously. I don't care who should fill this out.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Oh, let's go back to the start..
When the sugar rush felt sweet
When the pieces of puzzle were glued together
When the booze kicked in
When that one star was up every night
Watching us getting crazy about each other
When the pieces of puzzle were glued together
When the booze kicked in
When that one star was up every night
Watching us getting crazy about each other
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