Hey, Cantik!

I'm not a poetic person, well maybe I'm the worst in the world. Somehow, I do really want to say sorry with an elegant way to a very special friend. So I searched a little and found a simple yet meaningful apologetic poem on friendship. Yes, this is for you:

True friendship is a gift
Oh so precious and so rare
Sometimes we take it for granted
Sometimes we do despair

Our fault is being human
Mistakes are everywhere
Please let me not lose the gift
That is so precious and so rare.

--Author Unknown

I'm sorry, friend!

Morning Ritual

My morning principle is to wake up as late as I can be as long as I'm not late to office. Office hour is 9.30, commuting time is 45 minutes, taking bath + getting ready is 30 minutes (I always have breakfast in the office).... so I can wake up at 8.15 am! If I woke up before that, I would sleep again until 8.15! I feel fresher in the office. Maybe this is my revenge for waking up too early when I was working in Blahblahblah.

But today, I woke up 1 hour earlier and could not get back to sleep. Too much sleeping on the weekend, I guess. Hell yeah I don't want to come to office earlier than 9.30 hahaa so after shower and everything, I.... watched HIMYM! Well I found it is also enjoyable (you got that, Ted? Enjoyable!), doing something before heading to office. In my previous house, morning was always hectic. The landlady occupied the kitchen, the whole family were having breakfast together in the dining room, I didn't have my own space. So I loved to not spend the morning in the house.

But now I have a big space. Why don't I prepare my own breakfast, rather than grabbing some breads/muffins while waiting for the bus. Why don't I have breakfast on the dining table while sipping coffee and reading newspaper or watching HIMYM, rather than on the office table while (pretending) reading codes in Visual Studio (ergh!). Why don't I go down to the pool, swimming or reading books on the pool chair.

Yeah, there's something we can do between waking up and going to office. I just realized that (Miss Ingu must be happy about this)!

Only I Can Be Me

This is Miss Ingu on a Sunday morning!

I am a morning person. I was born at 5:17 AM GMT+7 and although currently I live somewhere in GMT+8 area, I set my alarm at 5:17 AM everyday.

I love waking up early in the morning (5 is quite early for me!). It's not that I manage to pull that everyday but I never regret the day I rise before the sun does.

I love my solitude moment in the morning. Catching up with myself, checking what I've been up to, letting myself enjoy the life, breathing the air just for myself, things like that, you know.

I'm so in love with morning that I am tempted to fix a rule for everyone. It's good, no, it's great. I enjoy it. Why can't everybody else do that? Why can't it be my suggestion for anybody's better life? Come on, fellow earth people! Wake up and smell the world!

Yeah, that won't work.

This particular morning I wish I am a more socially acceptable people. I wish people notice me more, comment on my status. I wish I know what to say on some casual hang out moments. I wish I had witty lines fresh and ready inside my brain.

Yeah, that won't work.

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When the world is only in plain vanilla, it will lose its only flavor. It will become tasteless. I think if inspiration only comes in the morning, if everyone is being in love with the idea of waking up in the morning to get the best of the day, I think it will lead to a big cut of wonderful things.

I can already imagine a thing or two. The awesomeness of stars and things up above. The peace of cool silence which is distinctly different from morning silent breeze.

And I have my own flavor. I might not have in my hands the flavor of being popular. I might have in my hands only few doses of social skill but I think that's the best equipment that I could have.

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Who knows the number of skills in this world? I bet it's a big number! And an advice about traveling I read somewhere told me to travel light. And yeah, if life is a journey, I want to travel light.

I might not get the Swiss knife, a compact tool that gives you many things you need with the size of the palm of your hand. I might only get a 14 inch of laptop and ten fingers which weigh ten times more than a Swiss knife, but the fact is.. only I can be me, the same thing with only you can be you.

Who knows what the future brings? Maybe in the next few months or days I will get myself a set of skill that I have never had before. There's no rule saying that we'll be carrying the same set of skills for a lifetime.

And there's no rule saying that I cannot force myself to do something with the skill I am not prepared with. Who knows? It could be that I just didn't see it before or it could result in a failure, maybe big one. And if it fails me, does my life end just like that?

You wish!

I am traveling light,
I am enjoying the scenery...
and it's magnificent!

cheers,

You Are Not Dr. Lightman

I promise I won't read your mind anymore.

I think.
I think.
I think that is a stupid line.

You're not Dr. Cal Lightman.
Nobody is.

Question To The Mouth

Can we really speak without meaning it? at all?

Say, just to fulfill the need to speak.

If we can,
are we lying that way?

This is a question to the mouth,
and brain,
and soul (are you an organ, dear soul?)

Do I really mean to ask this?

a girl who is waiting for her 200 Megs of file to print,

Hello Work

The heck that's going on every working morning in my life now is Knowledge Quiz 9.30-10.00 AM. So fun!

Less Dream More Reality

I woke up at 7 AM to realize that it's too early to get up. My alarm would ring at 8. So I just laid on the bed, checking my emails, twitter and blog comment until I overslept again.

In that short moment, I had a really nice dream: I've been sent to Dublin for business travel!

Too bad it's just a dream.

If only I straightaway got up eventough it's earlier than usual, I wouldn't have that dream. But there's a chance it would be happened in the real life, if only I was not too lazy everyday.

Have a fabulous week ahead! Give our best effort for work ;)

P.S. Do you know why it's Dublin? Because right before I overslept again, I read a comment in my blog from a blogger in Dublin

Captain Spock

Older Spock to younger Spock:
"Spock, do yourself a favor: Put aside logic, do what feels right."

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Present Sam to future Sam:
"Sam, do yourself a favor: Put aside logic, do what feels right."

[I think] I am Ted Mosby

Every single time I tried to make myself a little bit less Ted, I ended up regretting whatever I was doing.

It sucks.
It really does.

I think I'll stop trying to be someone else other than me.
Even if that means I have to be Ted for the rest of my life.
So what?

Yes, I think I am Ted Mosby.
Deal with it!




*think I should change my name signature*

HSDPA

sweet...

singing: I want to be a geek a little bit more..!

01022010

Just want to say that today is a good day.
1. The date 01022010 is a perfect palindrome.
2. It's payday.
3. I am now free from an inconvenient monthly routine because suddenly my boss told me that he was going to replace me staying at the office tonight.

So what's the plan for tonight?
Think I'll make my salary useful.
Umm.. you know what I mean, ihihi..

Ahh... I feel good! *start to sing (and dance)*

Hi There, February!

Dear fellows and February,

I proudly report that my January morning Kaching went smooth except for few days (but I managed to catch up).

Hey, hmm..

I got a lot to say this morning. I did. Now.. I just don't know how to say it..
But please let me try.

OK, I can't.

I can't.

Sorry I bother you reading something like this. Hm..

I feel like I need to put a stop into something.
The sentence has come to the period.
The rainy season is here again.

.. and I'm writing this listening to this one of Glee soundtrack (it's a song by Rolling Stones actually):

You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.

Oh, wait. Let me rewrite it in my own way:

I can't always get what I want.
I can't always get what I want.
I can't always get what I want.

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But if I try sometimes, I just might find
I get what I need.

Family... NOT!

mas sam: eh barusan manager gue bilang tadi malem dia mo nerusin nonton australian open tapi gara2 anaknya pengen acara tipi laen ngga jadi nonton
mas sam: gue jadi berpikir ngga mau punya anak
miss terry: hahaha
miss terry: setuju
mas sam: hmm.. i have a second thought
mas sam: gue ngga mau punya anak sebelom kaya
mas sam: biar bisa punya tipi buat anak gue masing2 satu dan gue sendiri
mas sam: kalo ngga kaya2 juga ngga punya anak dong? :))
miss terry: dont forget the wife, cause that's what happen with my dad.. he joins her watching sinetron
mas sam: ahh bener!
mas sam: bokap gue juga jadi nonton sinetron!!
miss terry: or look for wife who's not interested in sinetron
mas sam: and teach your kid to love watching australian open
mas sam: hmm.. banyak solusi ternyata
mas sam: jadi pengen punya anak lagi

Help!

Where I could find a Self Confident, a Speaking English Fluently Skill, a Know What To Say In The Right Time, a Get New Friends Easily, a Keep Close With Old Friends, a Quick Adaptability, a Generous Not Jealousy Feeling? Do you think eBay sells them?

Giant

As if one Ivan Gunawan in Indonesia is not enough, now in my kosan suddenly out of nowhere comes another one! Well, let's call her him Ivan Gunawan, Jr. Imagine the size of Ivan Gunawan body (focus on her his thigh!), scale it 1:1.1879 precisely, make the skin a lot darker, equip that huge body with Ivan Gunawan's thunder-like voice, then polish it with thick javanese accent (we, Indonesian, call it medog). Voila, meet Ivan Gunawan, Jr.!

I don't have any problems with a gigantic body, but if that body wears a super short pants which shows off his supersize thigh, that definitely is a crime to my eyes. Moreover, her his thick javanese accent voice is so loud that everyone in the house could hear her him having a concert in living room every morning while watching her his favorite TV program, the wasteful infotainments. Yes, she he watches infotainment every morning and sinetron in the evening. That's surely worse than the real Ivan Gunawan, even though the size is a little smaller.

Dear Ivan Gunawan, Jr., one Ivan Gunawan in Indonesia is more than enough, so please would you get the f*ck out of my lovely peaceful kosan!!!

I Am Awesome

Deal with it!


*ahhh.. great morning is when I can say that every day!

Dear Mas Sam,

I am

Seriously,
are you alive?

Sunday

Oh Boy! Today I do look like a fcuking housewife, woke up then took out some laundry from jemuran then took a shower then cooked then swept the floor and changed the bed. While my roommates directly went out somewhere to get a life.

Everyday is Holiday

It feels something wrong if we were too lazy to wake up in the morning to go to work. But there's nothing I could do about it. We're all trapped in this routine activity to earn money, so we can eat and live and pay our bills and buy some luxury bags. Everyday I said to myself, I will find my dream job someday....

the one that I really like and enjoy
the one that seems like hobby, not a job
the one that I will have full spirit to wake up whenever it's time to wake up
the one that I will be really focus when doing it
the one that I will be creative on it
the one that makes me not to have to thank God it's Friday
the one that I can't wait for weekend to finish

Actually, the one that makes me no longer having the terms of 'weekend' and 'weekdays'.

TGIF!

Traffic

Usually it's me that makes me late, but today it's the unusual traffic jam! Which one is better, being late because of yourself or because of something else?

Btw Traffic is one of my favorite DJ Tiësto's songs. He will perform ajeb-ajeb in Tiësto: Kaleidoscope World Tour in Carnical Beach Ancol on Feb 13th from 19:00 to 05:00. Isn't this ironic that the show is on his name but he will play only 2 hours of it which is from 01:00 to 03:00? Nevermind, the problem is I can not go home late in the morning if my parents are in Jakarta! What should I do?

Dad: Baru pulang jam segini??!
Me: Ga kok, ini mau Sholat Subuh, berjamaah yuk Pak!

Morning Kaching!

With the spirit of new year resolution, I hereby announce that I have made my first morning kaching today!

Morning Kaching?

Yes, morning kaching, people! I will save 3000 IDR every day.

If I consistently do my morning kaching, before the end of this year, I will be able to buy something.

This one:

Why, you may ask?

Because I adore dragons, that's why.

LMS*

Someone said tips for waking up early is... yang penting niat. Bukan niat kerjanya, tapi niat bangun pagi nya itu sendiri. Yeah easy to say that if there is a punishment when you're coming late, for example by cutting off the salary or something like that, but thanks God it is not applied in my lovely office. So, I need to find another kind of 'punishment' which is... I haven't found yet. Any idea?

Going to bed early is not an option. My clock lifetime is already fixed, I can not sleep too early. Even if I could sleep, I will wake up in the middle of the night and have to do something blablabla before I could sleep again in early subuh that makes me wake up more late. I'm so a morning moron.

But... jreng jreng jreng! Apparently today (by the power of God) I could make it! First time in this year I am not late to office. Usually I set up alarm for 8 AM, but then really wake up at 8.30 AM. But last night I set up alarm for 7.30 AM, then woke up at 8 AM. Ternyata simple ya?



(*) Lazy Morning Syndrome

SMS

Saya sudah tidak bisa lagi konsentrasi pada pekerjaan saya. Sesuai dengan saran Miss Ingu, saya memutuskan untuk menumpahkan perasaan campur aduk saya pagi ini di blog ini. Tapi sebelumnya saya harus minta maaf pada Q dan R karena langsung ke S dari P. Sorry guys.

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Pagi ini Dumai sms. Ya, masih Dumai yang dulu itu, walaupun sekarang sudah tidak di Dumai lagi. Somebody just broke the deal! Kami pernah membuat kesepakatan untuk tidak berhubungan lagi. Dan dia dengan sukses melanggarnya.

Hanya sms yang simpel. "Apa kabar?" Tapi cukup untuk membuat saya sedari tadi memikirkan kalimat apa yang paling pas untuk membalasnya. Benar-benar mengganggu! Dia tahu persis kapan waktu yang efektif untuk mengganggu saya. Dia melakukannya dengan baik dan selalu berhasil.

Tadinya saya berpikir untuk tidak membalasnya. Tapi saya tidak bisa membohongi diri. Saya ingin membalasnya. Kalau saja saya tidak memiliki ego, sudah sejak tadi saya akan balas "Kok baru sms sekarang sih? Aku udah nunggu kamu dari dulu. Tapi aku ngga mau sms kamu duluan. Karna itu berarti aku kalah dari kamu. Walaupun sebenarnya dari dulu aku sudah kalah karena sering banget jari2ku gatel pengen sms kamu nyuruh kamu pulang ke Bandung dan jangan pernah pergi lagi."

Haha.. Ya, itulah perasaan saya sebenarnya. Ada sedikit perasaan senang dan bangga karena saya "menang" untuk tidak sms dia lebih dulu. Tapi ini tidak sehat. Ini sama sekali bukan sebuah kompetisi di mana ada yang menang dan ada yang kalah. Kemungkinannya hanya dua: (1) kami berdua menang, (2) kami berdua kalah. Dan tampaknya untuk kali ini kami berdua sedang kalah. Seperti Indonesia yang kalah 1-2 dari Oman di kandang sendiri. Menyedihkan. (lho?!)

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Ah.. thanks Miss Ingu! Ternyata menulis di blog bisa sedikit memperlambat detak jantung saya yang tadi sempat berdetak begitu kencangnya. Ergh, I hate it when you're always right about me. Yes, my heart beat faster back then.

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"May I insist that no contest for little you or smaller I?" --J. Mraz

PMS

Saya anak tunggal. Waktu kecil saya ingin sekali punya adik. Namun karena ibu saya sudah tidak diperbolehkan lagi mengandung, saya tidak pernah bisa punya adik. Saya selalu bertanya pada teman-teman yang mempunyai adik bagaimana rasanya punya adik. Ada yang bilang punya adik itu tidak mengenakkan. Adikmu itu akan menjadi pusat perhatian, sedangkan kamu akan dilupakan. Aneh. Merasa tersaingi oleh adik sendiri itu sangat konyol!

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Tapi sekarang, saya bisa memaklumi teman masa kecil saya itu. Terutama bila adiknya memang menyebalkan.