Twit? Tweet? Twitter?

After months and months of weighing the option, I finally caved in today and joined Twitter. Yes, I thought it would give no harm if I blurt it out to the world what the heck am I doing or thinking other than in this blog. And it's kind of fun to stalk people I don't really know.

This is Sunday shift madness, and I'm sleepy as a dwarf. Maybe tomorrow I'll get sober from the Twitter-frenzy.

Let's see how it will last.

"[Coldplay's latest live album Left Right Left Right Left] has to be free because there's so many backing singers on it. There's no way we could afford to pay them all," said Chris Martin here.

Aren't you a little doll who can always find a way to make your fans feel touched, Mr. Martin.

Take a chill pill, dude.

Journalists across Indonesia staged rallies earlier today after an SCTV cameraman was beaten by Bank Indonesia's security guys yesterday.

While I salute their solidarity, let me have my piece of mind on this.

The incident began when Mr. Cameraman refused to leave his ID card on BI's front desk upon entering the building. He claimed that his press ID should guarantee enough that he was there to cover an event, to look for news.

Here's news for him: Journalists aren't Gods. We are not, and should never be, immune to every rule in this world.

It's a standard procedure in almost every building in Jakarta nowadays that visitors must leave their ID card in the front desk and carry a visitor's ID to get around.

And it takes what, two, three minutes to do that?

It doesn't leave any harm for our lives if we just do that simple thing. True, Mr. Cameraman was just doing his job, and the most important thing for him was to get comments from our VP candidate, Boediono.

But hey, the world does not revolve around you, big guy. Those security officers were also doing their job by following the procedure. By not taking a risk of having someone infiltrating into the country's central bank.

Cover. Both. Sides. Take a perspective.

However, I wanna blame those bouncers too. They cannot just go around hitting strangers now, can they. I believe the problem was between Mr. Cameraman and one guy, but in the end, ten guys just pounced on the poor fella.

This time, I don't salute solidarity.

Come on people, use your brain and not your muscle. In the end, I always believe the trophy belongs to the cooler guys. Brawling just seems so.... uneducated to me.

P is for Past

To accompany me in this beautiful day off. The rule is to answer everything with a word beginning with your name's first letter.


1. What is your name: Putri
2. A four Letter Word: Piss
3. A boy's Name: Parker
4. A girl's Name: Parker as a girl's name would be cool.
5. An occupation: Postman
6. A color: Purple
7. Something you wear: Panties
8. An author: Palahniuk, Chuck?
9. Something you eat: Pasta
10. Something found in the bathroom: Paste, as in tooth paste?
11. A place: Paris
12. A reason for being late: Partying all night long
13. Something you shout: Prick!
14. A movie title: Poltergeist
15. Something you drink: Pepsi...which I don't really drink actually.
16. A musical group: Portishead
17. An animal: Panda
18. A street name: Pisooooooooooooook!!
19. A type of car: Panther
20. The title of a song: Playground Love - Air

Anyhoo. It's been a while since my last post. For the last month I have been...writing. Surprise surprise. Nothing major's happened, except that today I'm celebrating 50 months of trying-to-get-each-other with Bangun. And as usual, I'm surprised we've gotten this far. Hope we'll, well, get each other better in the upcoming time.

Enough crap. Yesterday, one of my besties' ex buzzed me on YM, asking for the bestie's phone number. I told the ex I didn't know, only to realize a second later that what kind of so-called besties don't know each other's number?

Sigh.

Maybe having "besties" is just so high school.