Tacky, tacky title, Peds.
This morning it took me two hours to drive from Bintaro to Bunderan HI. I could've reached Bandung, maybe even with a short stop in Starbucks Cikampek. Oh how I love my fucked up, metropolitan city. Once it starts to rain, cars magically appear from out of nowhere, filling up the road bumper to bumper. Maybe what Jakarta needs aren't busway or monorail. We need a mass helicopter transportation. It could be called Helicab or something.
Or maybe I'm just not used to the traffic, that's all. You see, I spent the last four years driving back and forth to Karawaci via Serpong, and the traffic was friendly most of the time. Now I have to commute everyday for the next four months and slowly, it's driving me nuts. One of these days, I think my head is going to explode.
Also, the rain today makes me wanna go back to bed, wake up at three in the afternoon, followed by TV-DVD marathon accompanied by snacks and pillows.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Time passed, yet you still last
I'm idle at the moment. Apparently, nothing breath-taking is happening out there so I'm stuck in the office. So let me bore you with my ramble on what's happened lately.
Last Friday was probably the highlight of my weekend. A bunch of my high school friends agreed to have dinner in that HEMA Dutch Restaurant thingy, and I came with the girls, all three of them. I literally had forgotten how nice it feels to just be with those girls, driving in my car. Call me nge-geng or something, but sometimes I enjoy talking only with them even though there are people around. I didn't mind being the first ones to arrive in the restaurant, and even when people started to show up, I almost didn't care.
Almost loh, tapi. Because who wouldn't love a gathering with old friends, right?
Anyway. The gathering was brief, because the place closed at ten and we didn't have anywhere else to go, plus some people wanted to go on their own. But all in all it was okay. Again, who wouldn't love a gathering with old friends, right?
...I'll see you later, maybe with better stories.
Last Friday was probably the highlight of my weekend. A bunch of my high school friends agreed to have dinner in that HEMA Dutch Restaurant thingy, and I came with the girls, all three of them. I literally had forgotten how nice it feels to just be with those girls, driving in my car. Call me nge-geng or something, but sometimes I enjoy talking only with them even though there are people around. I didn't mind being the first ones to arrive in the restaurant, and even when people started to show up, I almost didn't care.
Almost loh, tapi. Because who wouldn't love a gathering with old friends, right?
Anyway. The gathering was brief, because the place closed at ten and we didn't have anywhere else to go, plus some people wanted to go on their own. But all in all it was okay. Again, who wouldn't love a gathering with old friends, right?
...I'll see you later, maybe with better stories.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Here's to us and another year.
I know it's a bit too late, but still, it's better to have a record of special events, right.
As opposed to what I'd predicted, I didn't cry on the new year's eve. There was some lump, but no tears escaped. I spent the night at home with Runi, Bune, and Syarif. We played with fireworks, get our party hats (and trumpets, and tiara, and sunglasses) on, while enjoying just the right amount of snacks and vodka.
Some time during the night, Rozelle came over with her boyfriend. She stayed only for a few short minutes, which broke my heart that night and still boils my temper when I think about it now.
Runi, Bune, and Syarif went back home the next day, but the fun didn't stop there. On the 2nd day of 2007, we went to Bandung and had a three-day-straight new year celebration with Bangun, Ebonk, Ingga, and Meivi. The trip was pretty special because Bune and Syarif were there this time, while normally, getting Bune to go somewhere far used to be so hard.
The hotel, the foods, the shopping, and the great great company made the trip perfect. As usual, I didn't want to go home; Bandung is somehow so different from Jakarta. It's less hectic, the weather's always nice, plus everything there seems cheaper than here. Throw in the fact that my boyfriend lives there and you'll see my point.
However, somehow in some time I had to go back home, so here I am. I'm trying to enjoy my last days of holiday, and so far it's been good. I and Bune stayed over at Runi's the other day, and today we went on a culinary tour with Bangun and Syarif. Ice cream at Ragusa, then dinner at Nasi Goreng Rawit. Sadly, Syarif has to go back to Aceh tomorrow. It was fun hanging out with him, as we saw each other quite a few times this holiday.
I've been having great times with my friends (and Bangun) recently, but something's still bothering me. Lately a friend has been occupied with her own life. And I don't know which is worse; selfishly and frequently ranting about how I want my best friend to be there with us despite her busy schedule, or pretending not to care about her presence at all.
I might get back at you on that one.
[song of the day: albert hammond jr. - scared]
As opposed to what I'd predicted, I didn't cry on the new year's eve. There was some lump, but no tears escaped. I spent the night at home with Runi, Bune, and Syarif. We played with fireworks, get our party hats (and trumpets, and tiara, and sunglasses) on, while enjoying just the right amount of snacks and vodka.
Some time during the night, Rozelle came over with her boyfriend. She stayed only for a few short minutes, which broke my heart that night and still boils my temper when I think about it now.
Runi, Bune, and Syarif went back home the next day, but the fun didn't stop there. On the 2nd day of 2007, we went to Bandung and had a three-day-straight new year celebration with Bangun, Ebonk, Ingga, and Meivi. The trip was pretty special because Bune and Syarif were there this time, while normally, getting Bune to go somewhere far used to be so hard.
The hotel, the foods, the shopping, and the great great company made the trip perfect. As usual, I didn't want to go home; Bandung is somehow so different from Jakarta. It's less hectic, the weather's always nice, plus everything there seems cheaper than here. Throw in the fact that my boyfriend lives there and you'll see my point.
However, somehow in some time I had to go back home, so here I am. I'm trying to enjoy my last days of holiday, and so far it's been good. I and Bune stayed over at Runi's the other day, and today we went on a culinary tour with Bangun and Syarif. Ice cream at Ragusa, then dinner at Nasi Goreng Rawit. Sadly, Syarif has to go back to Aceh tomorrow. It was fun hanging out with him, as we saw each other quite a few times this holiday.
I've been having great times with my friends (and Bangun) recently, but something's still bothering me. Lately a friend has been occupied with her own life. And I don't know which is worse; selfishly and frequently ranting about how I want my best friend to be there with us despite her busy schedule, or pretending not to care about her presence at all.
I might get back at you on that one.
[song of the day: albert hammond jr. - scared]
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