anomalous saga

Christmas Greetings for Mom

2011-12-20T23:29:00.000+01:00

Sunny Spring

2011-04-28T18:06:00.006+02:00

Yay... it's spring now and the sun has finally shined consistently lately. My popcorn had his first BBQ party (of this year) a few days ago. Later he told me that he got sunburn. I was like, “hhhh....? sunburn?” 'Cos even though it's warm outside, it's not THAT hot that you could actually get any sunburn. Moreover, he's in Norway, the coldest place on earth I've ever visited.

My poor little popcorn.... I'm concern about how he could survive the summer if he gets sunburn so easily. And it's still the beginning of Spring, a long way to go to Summer!

Then I realize, how I've had a false conception this whole time. It begins as I had my holiday in Bali. I got myself a temporary tattoo on my upper arm. I thought it'd be cool. Well, it turned out to be more hot than cool. It was extremely hot to be precise. After some hours dipping in the salty water and grilled under the sun, the place where the black ink was carved felt like burned. It hurt so much as if I had the real tattoo needle pierced into my skin (oh well, I assume so, 'cos I've never had a real one yet).

This experience brought me to the thought, that white people are so lucky during summer, unlike black people or any other dark skins whose colors absorb the heat of the sun.

My sister second my opinion when she had her blonde friend touched her overheated black haired head. Her friend was surprised since his head has never went that hot. Yeah, my people always joke that we can fry an egg on our head.

You know, the companies of “Head and Shoulders” and “Clear” even invented menthol shampoo with the cool sensation only for us, the tropical land people. Mmm... at least I think so, 'cos I've never seen menthol shampoo here in Germany. Even though the summer in Europe can be much hotter than in my homeland.

But now I achieve a new comprehension. Dark skins may absorb more heat and feel hotter, but they don't get sunburn as easily as the whites. Nevertheless, I still think that white people are lucky because they don't get tanned so fast after being exposed to the sun (o yeah, you're lucky. We, asian ladies, use tons of whitening cream to stay yellow!). I even see they become orange instead of brown. But at least, most of color skin people wont have to go through the red-boiled-crab phase before they get darker.

God must be working part time in Starbucks' kitchen,

2011-04-04T22:23:00.003+02:00

'cos its chocolate truffle cake tastes like heaven...
It's better than McCafe's chocolate cake, only it's smaller and more expensive :(

Nonetheless.... I'm fully satisfied tonight..... aaaah..... a warm bed would be good :D

Appetite!

2011-01-18T13:53:00.012+01:00

Duh...! A couple of days ago the doorman at the library caught me at the entrance and forbade me to go inside because of an empty cup and a donut I brought along inside my library basket. “Kein Becher und kein Essen,” he said firmly. I was indeed planning to use the cup for drinking later on. So I tempted to see how far my luck could go and started to say, “Oh, but it’s empty…,” but then abruptly change my mind after I saw the cold expression on his face “… heuheu… ok, ok, I’ll throw the cup away.” So I threw it in the bin and came back to him, putting the sweetest smile I could make and said, “I will not eat the donut (honestly!).” He looked at me straight in the eyes and with the chill voice replied, “Das ist mir egal, Sie dürfen es NICHT mitbringen!” Hiks… he’s not the man I should try to argue with.

So that was 2 days ago. Today, the girl sitting in front of me chewed her apple noisily. The fact that she’s better in smuggling the food had made her munching sounded extremely louder, which hurt my ears and almost brought me to tears.

Nah… lets bend the topic a little bit.

Tonight I’ll go to a dinner invitation with my usual dinner mates. These are the closest friends I found from my prior master project. Even after the project has ended, we still meet each other once in a while. We mostly have the not-so-rich-student-hang-out-style, where each of us should bring something and share, so that we would have a lot to eat and drink at the dinner. But some of these friends have their own eating rules, which at first always made me confused thinking of what kind of food I shall bring.

One of them is a vegetarian without fish, one is vegetarian with fish, and one can only eat chicken meat and hates all the other meats. These 3 people including me and one other friend REALLY love hot and spicy food. On the other hand, another two friends cannot eat spicy food at all, but they eat (almost) all kind of food. From all these people, five are into Asian food, one is willing to taste the Asian food, and the other is so-so.

After a while, I decided to always bring vegetarian food to the dinner. Sometimes a bit spicy, sometimes just normal food.

And then some months ago this gorgeous guy starts to join into my network. The first time I invited him to my place, I cooked chicken mushroom. It was a bit of a failure since I dropped too much broth powder and it was super salty. But he said it was OK, so I didn't care anymore.

Days after that I made him confess that he actually doesn't like mushroom nor chicken at all. Hahaha… still wonder how he managed to eat what I served at that time. I granted him "Gentleman of the Month" for his big effort. But he also deserves "the Pickiest Guy I Knew" for his strictly limited choice of food. (^^ popcorn if you read this.. :# lol...)

When I finally wanted to let him meet my dinner mates, the confusion struck back. This guy puts ground meat on his every meal. He claimed that he only likes German food, but thank God he actually loves Asian fried rice too. So even though in conclusion I can make fried rice for everybody, it still is not the best solution. Vegetarian fried rice = less satisfaction for the gorgeous guy. Ground meat fried rice = no satisfaction for the vegetarian and the no-meat-unless-chicken mates.

I'm still digging my brain to find what other Asian food I can cook that would fulfill everybody's appetite.

PS: Best greetings to those who think dinner brings happiness ^^

Jellyfish

2010-11-15T23:44:00.014+01:00

Last night I had a terrible nightmare about one of my best friend in high school. In my dream I was looking into her picture and thought, “oh, it’s been such a long since the last time I saw her.” Then suddenly the picture talked to me, “the doctor only cut my right hand. I still have the left hand.” I was like, “geez... it’s true, I don't see her right hand in the picture.” Then still in my dream I made a conclusion, that she suffered from bone cancer, just like her mother who had one of her arm amputated and even so still passed away (which is true in the real life).

I was still in a trance when the memory came to me. That’s why I can still remember the dream vividly. And after I fully woke up my mind continued wondering on extended thoughts.

It must be unimaginably frightening to be in a situation where someone tells you that part of your body should be amputated.
Just recently I heard some news about a friend who is also suffering from a cancer on his head. Then I thought… (even though I know how stupid and heartless it is, but still it came to my mind) maybe it’s better to have the head amputated because then without the brain, one cannot feel the fear and the sorrow in his heart anymore.
Ahh, OK...OK… this is such an extreme and illogical thinking.
But I just want to blurt out my perplexed mind of a weird connection between brain and heart in creating and sensing the emotions.
I mean, we can really sense an actual painful squeeze at heart when we're in despair, or find it hard to breath for an expanding heart when we're too exited. Right? Though without brain as the mastermind, heart won't be able to get in touch with emotion; still people associate emotion with the heart and not with the brain: "broken heart", "lighthearted", "hati yang berbunga-bunga", "sakit hati", "herzschmerz"*, "herzblatt"*, etc. etc.

You might be puzzled on how I link amputation with brain and heart? Well pardon me for having a jumping mind.

Coincidentally I saw a video this evening, telling me that jellyfish does not have a brain.
A man in the video said, how unfortunate it is to be a jellyfish. Happiness and sadness would never be a matter for jellyfish because it can't feel such emotion anyway. It's just simply a loss for never be able to know what happiness is.
On the contrary, the girl in the video said, how fortunate it is to be a jellyfish. It's just simply a bless for never be able to know what sadness is.

I wish I could always stay in this position, where I agree with the man, that jellyfish is so unfortunate. Because then I know, and will always know what happiness is.

*thanks, popcorn ^^

Weird Courses

2010-08-24T23:07:00.017+02:00

having lots of friends can surely boost your knowledge, right?
2 days ago i had dinner with some friends and a friend started talking about his colleague who's taking a jogging course. ROFL....

i thought rich people spent their money on golfing or polo. well, maybe it was so in the past. but now, they spend it on taking a jogging course. that's something i've never heard before. a jogging course! and i think it's very funny.
mmm.... wonder what they teach people there. how to jog in the right way, of course. eee... does it include lessons about how many degree should you bent your leg? which time of the day and what kind of weather would raise your exercising spirit? tips on finding the best jogging tracks with the best joggers and tricks to open up conversation with them? mmm... if i continue, this would make it sounds like a dating course instead of a jogging course.

talking about weird courses, my other friend added, that there was also a washing course offered for all freshmen students. i laughed as i said, didn't you suppose to learn that from your mom? he said, "well, i didn't have any interest on learning that kind of thing before."
oops... i didn't think that he was the one who took this washing course.
now i have to tell myself to put more attention when people're talking. did he say it was a 6 hour lesson? learning how you should separate the white clothes from the colored ones and stuff took 6 hour?

well, well, now i'm thinking of opening a course on "how to enjoy delicacy of the not so delicate dish". wonder what i will teach there and how many people would join my course...

edited on 29th august:
oh, and actually now i'm about to savour a cake that a friend gave me on my birthday 11 days ago ^^

スマイルを停止することはできません。

2010-08-23T22:13:00.005+02:00

畜生ー！！！サンティーーー！！！
君は本当に馬鹿だな？！
今日、matamo atashi no yume wo atta。でも、なにも言うできなかった。“HELLO”だけだ。本当に馬鹿だよ。
でも、すごい偶然からうれしかったです！：）

Dizzy

2010-08-11T21:33:00.003+02:00

It all swirls around my head. These old pictures and new pictures. These pictures swirl around my head. I can’t see any of them clearly. Even sometimes they would take turn and stop in front of my eyes for some seconds, but those seconds were just too fast. I still can’t see them clearly.
Some just never stop moving, never give me a chance to examine them. The other just never stop anymore. Maybe they got tired. Maybe they already moved forward and make another swirl around someone else's head.

I don’t know. Maybe if I just take one random picture and put it in an album, just like some people did, it would probably stay in there for a long time. But the probability of me rip it away after that, or it slip out of the album is much bigger. Definitely.

There is one picture in fact, that stays around for 2 years already. Always take its time to sway slowly in front of me. But I always ignore, never take it seriously. Why swaying anyway, why not stay very still instead? That’s what I keep having in mind. But its patient to keep swaying for 2 years awes me indeed. However I know this picture will never fit into my album.

hmmm.......

Talking about a Dream

2010-07-24T22:23:00.004+02:00

I wish I could have a Polaroid camera installed in my head, so that I can easily push the button whenever I have a good dream in my sleep. It’s too bad that when I wake up from a dream, I will still be able to remember what it was about for some seconds, but then it suddenly disappears without a trace in the next second.

If you ask why Polaroid camera instead of digital video camera: nah… in my point of view, Polaroid camera would be the most appropriate tool that can make a dream remain as much possible as a dream. No repository; dreamy colors; printed in patches, which will make it stay as mysterious as it is as you try to solve the puzzle and the meaning behind. Got confused by this explanation? Don’t worry, I’m no less confused…

But I do remember some of my dreams. Though these sticky ones are usually the kind of nightmares full of terrors. Most of them are about chasing. Either I chase some people or I am the one who’s being chased and in hidings. Sometimes I dream the same dream over and over again. I dreamed about my childhood house and high school several times, even though some locations were unreal. Some dreams are like déjà vu, where I would tell myself inside the dream, “I think I’ve been here before, I knew this would have happened!” or during a bad nightmare, “Wake up, wake up, it’s just a dream.”

When I was a child I sleeptalked a couple of times. I know ‘cos my mom said so and I woke up one time still laughing so hard. I don’t know whether I still do it until now, but I don’t think so. Never had a terrifying or a hilarious dream for a long time now (the only way that caused me sleeptalking). Maybe it’s because I don’t have any unconscious anxiety in my mind nor that I run into a super funny conversation with friends lately. A bit sad for the last part. I can’t remember when was the last time I laugh until my stomach hurt.
Instead, I’m having such a terrible stomachache since the morning. That’s why mama said not to put just any trash into your stomach. Huhuhu…

the Victims of Love

2010-07-21T23:18:00.015+02:00

Let's play this number from Hugh Grant and Haley Bennet first before you continue reading.
Way back into Love

Today I chatted with a friend. Somehow we stumbled talking about romance; about his crush on his classmate and my own long lost crush. The conversation itself was funny. I found my new talent on giving foolish advises and developing a love philosophy. "It's like looking at the menu in a luxurious french restaurant, where they offer a looooooong list of food, and none that I understand. So can't pick out anything. Wasting time seeing and studying all of the menu and in the end decide that the price are too expensive," so I told him, reflecting our journey in seeking a true love. I think I was inspired by someone in a movie. Otherwise I won't be able to say that kind of poetic sentence, lol...

Talking about love betrayal, it's my second time now to hear a story about someone whose partner had been snatched by his/her own best friend. It's definitely a heart-ripping experience to anyone who has been betrayed in such way, not only by his lover, but also by his closest friend. Whom else can he put his trust on then? And these two friends of mine, the victims of love, had built their relationship for years.
Could there be any excuse for the "enemy in the blanket"? Perhaps, the traitors also had some struggle inside their heart while they were doing what they did. What if they also suffered in the past, trying to suppress their forbidden feelings. Who knows if they were really made for each other, and not for my friends... Who knows...

However, it is still something unforgivable for my friends. Hope they won't kick my ass if they read this consideration. Yeah, it's so easy to talk. If it happens to me, I most likely won't be able to let go also.

What Will Happen Then

2010-06-18T01:35:00.010+02:00

When I was young and unripe
I met this old guy, wise yet talked too much
Nagging on my habits
Breaking my poor eardrums
When I was about to leave him he said to me

Life always brings unexpected things
You need to take every turn on the street
Or else you’ll never see
What it has behind the corner
When you take the turn you might wonder
What will you find, what will happen then
Just take a chance and see
What the destiny brings you

When I was all by myself
Wondering where my soul mate is hiding
Many have come and gone
None suits my completion
When I was about to give up I said to me

Life always brings unexpected things
I need to take every turn on the street
Or else I’ll never see
What it has behind the corner
And when I see a turn, I wonder
Whom will I find, what will happen then
Just take a chance and see
Whom the destiny brings me

When I saw him in despair
Thinking hard how he can turn back the time
Dreams have been piled so high
None has ever came true
When he was about to break down I said to him

Life always brings unexpected things
You need to take every turn on the street
Or else you’ll never see
What it has behind the corner
And when you take a turn, you wonder
Where will it end, what will happen then
Just take a chance and see
Where the destiny brings you

My Mac enjoyed a sunbathing,

2010-04-01T19:19:00.009+02:00

but I rescued it, before it gets any sunburn.

Oh well, oh well. This story below will have nothing to do with my dearly Mac.
And no, it has nothing to do with the windy-sunny-rainy-undetermined spring either.

It will only contain lots of sighs.

Tired of working on the project. Had a small quarrel with my working partner again this afternoon and feeling so damn sleepy now.
Met the goat at night, who did a little something before he parted, that made the others had sudden sore throats.
Shooed the monkey from my room last night and gave a little heart attack to the donkey after that.
Uh oh... too much things happened in 2 days. I don't know what I'm rambling about.

Public Diary: No Waaaayy....?

2010-03-06T12:12:00.009+01:00

Some days ago, my girl friend and I were talking about blogs. Then another guy friend jumped into the conversation and said that he thinks blogging is just a stupid thing and people should stop doing this stupidity. Internet is so crowded already. Why would someone writes about his daily activities, what music he likes, what movie he watched last week, etc. Nobody fu**ing cares about those fu**ing stuffs. He hates publication and he can't understand why people would publish themselves in the internet in that kind of way. As far as I know, the only self-publication-tool he uses is Facebook. But he regularly delete his wall contents, doesn't put any information about himself except his name and where he comes from, and doesn't have any single picture of him at all. Oh yes, he is very protective about keeping everything private.

Well, because I'm one of the bloggers who likes to write these fu**ing stupid kind of stuffs, I think I need to stand up and defend my people.

Why do you think bloggers should stop writing about their daily activities? I think people DO like to read these stuffs about other people's lives. Every novel and all movies are all about other people's lives too, don't you think?

Say it’s Harry Potter. If you are one of Harry Potter’s fans, admit it that you like to read his daily life in school, his first romance experience etc. etc. Yeah, ok..ok… his daily life is interesting because he’s an orphan, he meets goblins, talks to giant tarantula and rides dragon. Much more interesting than my boring story about writing blogs on the weekend before meeting with some friends to release the pain of the tiring weekdays. Boring!

OK, so you don't like to read boring stuffs. Then lets say, you went to a theater and picked a random movie and it turned out to be ugly as hell. What’s the different with coming across a bad blog?

Nobody will ever say stop the film industry just because they watched 90 bad movies. Nobody can stop the telenovelas and soap operas running on television too. They have their own fanatic fans, no matter how shitty the stories are.

But, hey! Still, you are reading about someone’s daily activity. What do you wanna get from it?

Do you want to be like the hero in the story? Are you imagining what your life would be like if you experience the same thing? Do you take the good moral of each story? Or do you just watch and read and forget everything right after you finished with it?

Anyway, making films, inditing novels or composing blogs are just some ways to express one’s creativity. No matter if it's a true story, a lie, or an imagination. If it turns out as a bad creation, then it is just a part of the process to become good. So I’d say keep on writing what’s on our mind. Keep on blogging. Who cares about the crowded internet… It’s better than letting it empty.

If you even watch Big Brothers, then I suppose you won’t mind reading a nonsense blog like this one :D

Thanks for reading!

Memory

2010-02-23T04:10:00.003+01:00

Tonight as I was listening to some music from my old collection, I came across Indecent Obsession’s Fixing a Broken Heart. The memory from my teenage years couldn’t stop flowing after that. I started to rambling in Youtube and found the Lady Rain and so on.

Long time ago when I was still in junior high, my cousin gave an audio cassette for my sister. It was full of the top list music he taped from the radio. My sister and I were so in love with the tape that we played it over and over again. Another celeb-craving cousin came with the lyrics and the three of us sang the whole night together. I guess it was the first time I became so into music and lyrics in English. I was able to memorize all the lyrics of all the songs in that tape even though I didn’t speak English. I still even remember that the tape began with Take That - Back for Good, then Key to My Life from Boyzone (I was so crazy about Ronan Keating, thought he was the most good looking boy in the world, uh..oh..). I forget what came on the third track, but Julia Says came on fourth. Michael & the Mechanics was on the other side track. I mastered the whistling technique because of Over My Shoulder. Frente was also in that tape. I can’t remember the other songs, but believe me, it was the best tape I’d ever had. Well, even though it was a gift for my sister, but when I was little almost everything that belonged to my sister belonged to me too. Sadly the tape is gone now. I’m quite sure it was my sister’s fault. She liked to lend her stuffs to some friends that kept loosing her stuffs.

After that, I started to tape the music played on the radio by myself and I collected quite a lot. I mastered the radio taping technique pretty good. No clicking sound and no DJ talking. I knew the time when the DJ would play the whole complete song without talking in between or cut the song with some adverts. It was the midnight broadcasting. This also brought me to meet (I mean to listen to) Ivan, the DJ from Oz 103 fm who had a really soothing voice. I fell in love with his voice and always waited for him every single night. Still remember the way he said “Bye now” at the end of the show.

I also became obsessed with finding out the lyrics so that I could sing along with the songs. We didn’t have Internet and Google didn’t exist yet, so I had to work hard on it. I kept pushing the play-stop-rewind buttons just to be able to decipher and write the lyrics. I then created my own “English”.

One last memory. I also once really liked the song from Gary Barlow as he started going solo, Forever Love. My sister mocked me all the time because of Garry’s humming in some part of the song, that according to her, sounds like a dog howling. Ugh..ugh… no offense, Gary…

Super Junior's Dance Bait

2010-01-17T15:46:00.012+01:00

I'm recently going crazy about the dance style of this boy band.

Long time ago someone in some forum said about how great their song Sorry Sorry was. Out of curiosity I played it a little bit and stopped the music after some seconds. First time I heard their name I was like, "Ha...? Super Junior? What kind of name is that? Is it a bunch of school kids or what?"

But then two days ago, I just bumped into their video in Youtube. So I remember this Sorry Sorry song, and decided to give it one more chance. Then... aww...... aww..... cool! I just realized they're so cool! I want to try their dance move, but I can't dance. So I end up jumping to the left and to the right like a big monkey with my head stays still and my eyes fixed to the monitor, not wanting to let any single move escape from my sight.

How terrible...! If I can have a second life, I wish I can be a professional dancer.

Oh, now I like the song also. I think the melody is kinda cute and catchy.

One more dance video from them.

One dance clip has made me fancy them :D

I wonder where my sunshine has been

2010-01-12T18:59:00.009+01:00

The first day I arrived in Bremen, I didn’t have my semester ticket yet. So I just decided to stroll on the street, looking for the nearest supermarket to my new home. I picked the wrong turn and got lost. No wonder, I have a really bad orientation. But thanks to that, it brought me to 3 wonderful people, who gave me an instant good impression of Bremen.

That day, tired of going without a clear destination, I stopped a middle-aged couple who were walking hand-in-hand, asking for help of where I can find the nearest Supermarket. I was a bit surprised because they turned out to be very friendly. Well, some friends already told me that the Germans in the north are much warmer than those in the south. But only after I met that couple I started to believe in what I heard. We had a small conversation and before we parted they wished me a good living in Bremen. I was so happy because of that.
And now, if I take a look on some parts of my life, I can see that their wish has came true :D

I continued on walking as they directed. After some minutes I started to have doubts again. Then there was this young guy walking through the sidewalks with white earphones (iPod? OK, not important!) on each side of his head. He walked in a bouncy way, looked so happy to me. ‘Cos he was the only one I could see on that street, I decided to ask for his advise.
He talked like the advertisement salesmen on DRTV (those who talk soooo incredibly fast like they never take time to breath or swallow their spit). Have you ever seen Nigahiga on Youtube promoting his Big Bouncing Inflatable Green Ball? Well, this young guy talked almost as fast and in a cheerful manner.
He had a very bright aura around him and I was enchanted by his super big fascinating smile. Oh no no no no…. this is not love at first sight! Not at all! He is just a teenager after all. But I loved his charming smile and personality.

Day goes by and month changes. I met him for the third time (I forgot when/where/how we met on the second time, but I’m sure it was the third time). He was again with his white earphones, stepping into the crowded tram where I was in. I was so tired and moody that day, and I couldn’t get a sit so I became even more moody. But as I saw him (he was surprisingly smiling, even though I don’t know to whom), it felt like the sun has finally arrived.
When I wanted to press the stop button on the handlebar, I couldn’t, because his hand was covering it. Then he pressed the button for me and spread that enchanting smile again, hehehe…… I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. He was my sunshine.

It’s been 3 or 4 months since the last time I met him. Wonder where he has been. I kinda miss my sunshine.

First Attempt: Failed!

2010-01-07T21:14:00.013+01:00

It has all fallen through to the deepest ground. I turn off the light, so I don't have to see the traces it left behind.
Waiting for a new one to come and cover the whole ground with new traces. So I can turn the light back on with the greatest enthusiasm.

Never give up! Keep fighting!

Josh Verdes - Save Me

One insane guy has really MADE my day

2010-01-07T00:55:00.006+01:00

By that, I mean in a sarcastic way.
I know people are people, but how can people change their mind so easily when they know that their altering behaviors might effect the dead/life of other people?! Na…. this is a little bit exaggerating, of course. But it does happen, doesn’t it?

Anyway, I met this particular irritating person some months ago. Out of the blue, he wrote me a surprising email this evening, giving me an ultimatum to "change the past".

Tsk...! How could such a person belongs to this wonderful world?! I'm speechless...

Feeling Warm at Heart

2010-01-04T00:25:00.005+01:00

I think I’m having one of the best parts of my life in the last one-third year of 2009. Especially talking about my life in Germany. These happy days are still continuing until today, dreamfully for good.

I’m so grateful that I’m surrounded by so many good friends and I’m so thankful that I think I am loved or at least cared about. Never in other town in Germany I found so many nice people that I can count as my best friends, the ones that connect so well with me, since I’m not the kind of person who can easily feel close to many people. My father even told me that I’m cold. I think it’s true :p Though this doesn’t mean that I’m not friendly, hehe…

I will never regret that I come to this city. It might be one of my biggest luck. My friends in class are mostly great and my Indonesian friends are incredibly awesome.

So, thank you friends for being my friends ♥

Uuugghh.... ngga sabar buat nge-review foto, ...

2010-01-02T00:13:00.013+01:00

... tapi batere harus dicharge dulu. :(

Hari ini seru banget. Akhirnya rencana jalan2 pas lagi liburan panjang terlaksana juga, meskipun di hari-hari akhir menjelang mulainya lagi masa kuliah yang bikin stress. Meskipun ide untuk jalan-jalan keluar kota Bremen udah dibikin dari jauh-jauh hari, tapi semua acaranya dibikin dadakan.
Dimulai dari New Year's Eve kemarin malam. Sehabis selesai nonton pertunjukan kembang api, selagi kita jalan menuju halte bis, akhirnya kita putuskan bahwa acara jalan-jalan harus dilaksanakan hari itu juga. Walaupun belum tau mau kemana, yang penting ngumpul dulu di Bahnhof jam 12 siang.
Ternyata yang jadi pergi cuma 5 orang. Tapi ngga masalah, tetep seru buat gw. Bingung mau kemana, akhirnya kita mutusin buat ke Rotenburg dulu, 2 menit sebelum keretanya berangkat. Lari-lari menuju Gleis, akhirnya kekejer juga keretanya. Lumayan, olah raga dikit buat kompensasi penumpukan lemak di minggu sebelumnya (pesta makan hampir tiap hari, siang dan malam :D).
Udah gitu ke kota kedua, disebelah selatan Bremen, Twistringen. Ternyata lebih kampung daripada Rotenburg. Hari udah gelap, akhirnya cuma berhasil memuaskan nasib perut keroncongan dengan kebab. Begitulah kalau hari libur di Jerman, semua toko tutup. Cuma ada beberapa Imbiss dan resto aja yang buka.
Tadinya kami mau ke Cuxhaven, tapi karena udah terlalu sore, akhirnya pergi ke Bremerhaven aja. Sekalian nganter Paupau yang tinggalnya emang disana.
Sesi foto-foto di Bremerhaven yang paling seru. Soalnya kita lumayan berhasil dengan eksperimen kita.
Yah seneng deh pokoknya hari ini, walaupun ngebatalin ikut pesta makan tahun baru dan dicela sama yang punya pesta, tapi yang penting banyak yg didapet hari ini. Ngga tambah gendut krn ngga ikut makan2 lagi plus banyak jalan n kelaparan, jadi tau ada bioskop super murah di kampung Twistringen, bisa menguasai satu gerbong kereta, cekikikan sampe sakit perut, dapet suasana baru, dapet bahan baru untuk di-upload di Facebook dan yang paling penting: napsu narsisme terpuaskan.

>>> the adventure team ^o^

A Stupid Apartment Life: Fire and Heart Attack

2009-12-28T21:57:00.009+01:00

About a month after I moved into this student apartment, the fire alarm rang so loud around 2 o’clock at dawn. I was just in the beginning of my sweet adventure in the land of goose feather pillows, which suddenly changed into an ear-breaking thumping nightmare. I thought I falsely set my alarm clock and began to curse on myself before I realized that it was actually the fire alarm, the first one I’ve heard in my life, EVER! Then my heart started to race so fast and I moved around the house trying to figure out what I should do first. I collected my passport, wallet and cell-phone, then counted whether I should necessarily bring everything I could put into my small backpack or not.
I waited stiffly for somebody rushing up in the corridor or for some noises from the people hurrying out of the building, but it was very silent. I counted to ten, still nothing happened outside my door. “Damn, are these people sleeping like corpses or are they dead already?” I thought to myself. Finally I heard a door swung opened and I peeked through the peeping hole. A guy, all dressed up, walked towards the staircase. So I started telling my stupid self again, smart guy gets dress up first before going out into the cold winter snowy night. So I quickly grab my pair of jeans and jacket and rushed out.
Huh…? It was so deserted outside. Not quite like what I’d imagined before, where people got scared and clumped tied together. I found no more than 5 people down there, some just raised their heads from the balconies and they all looked super relax. Oh, so this is how civilized people face disaster: stay very calm, I thought to myself again.
The alarm stopped ringing, I saw no firefighter, everybody went back inside, so did I. The end of the loud night, but I could hardly get back to sleep again.

About a month after that, the fire alarm rang again on 6 o’clock in the morning and I had to force my eyes open. This time I was smarter. I dressed up first and took my important belongings with me before calmly walked outside. Then 2 months after that the damn alarm rang again. I started to get frustrated and swore at the idiot person, whoever he was, for smoking in the building or playing prank or practicing the fire evacuation exercise or whatever the hell it was.
On the fourth time, I made friends with a neighbor girl who speaks 7 languages on our way out in the emergency staircase and waved a happy-good-morning greeting to two friendly firefighters. Somebody told me afterward, that those were all false alarms because the system was broken. Not so related, but I also then heard a creepy true story about a murder happened in this building some years ago.

Today, around 6.30pm I smelled something burning in my room. I thought maybe a neighbor overcooked his food. I was putting on some facial masker when the fire alarm started to ring. Oh, noooo……. After a long peaceful living period in the building, please don’t give me any false alarm again, so I thought. I was going to take shower when I remembered something. Huh, wasn’t it smoke that I smelled? Heck this time it’s for REAL!!! Now there’s no more relaxation session before going outside (Oh, btw, it’s wintertime again. I find out that the alarm only chooses wintertime to ring). I still pondered about taking my computer out with me or not. But I didn’t want to look so damn panicked that I bring all my stuff with me when nothing actually happens. So I decided to only turn off the music and take a sip of hot tea I just brewed and go out. Oww, there were slight smokes in the corridor, I started to shiver. This is real… this is real…
I met a friend outside, so I was pretty happy. I haven’t seen him for quite a time anyway and it had to be the right time to meet again. We witnessed how the smokes reeked from the top floor (where he lives). I was freezing even though I wore 2 jackets. He was worse. It was his first alarm experience, so he just jumped out of his room wearing only slippers. Hahaha… evil me laughed on him.
I prayed a bit for the sake of my new computer and my other stuffs that I love so much. Then I suddenly remember about my limp neighbor. I didn’t see him peeking out from his balcony. But his room was dark, so I guess he was somewhere save in vacation. Then I realized I couldn’t be that selfish and started to wish for everybody’s safety.

Thanks to the 4 fire trucks, a number of overly calm firefighters (I almost accused them for lounging), some policemen and paramedics, we had a happy-ending night.

Still, I can’t think of anything good about living in a high building. I should finish writing about my earthquake experience while I was on the 17th floor of a skyscraper during my vacation in Indonesia.

Because of that...

2009-12-28T12:40:00.018+01:00

I want to be the Star Flyer that spins your head just like you spin mine

I want to be your bedroom door that you can't wait to reach after your tiring fun day outside
I want to be the blanket that wraps you the whole night, keeps you warm and save until the morning comes
I want to be the cup that your lips softly touch as you sip your coffee
I want to be……
Aah….. what else can I be? I don’t know your life and routine activities
Somehow you’re still a stranger to me
But you keep my heart pounding like crazy
It is the feeling I'm not able to convey to you
Because I’m not certain of what you think about me
And I don’t want to care for someone who doesn’t care about me
And I don’t want to miss someone who never has me cross the back of his mind

So stop making me laugh when you never intend to burst my heart with happiness
Stop comforting me when you think it’s just a template sentence you have to say in a certain situation
Stop calling my name when it’s not the one you will recall when you’re feeling lonely
Stop saying that I’m a very good friend
Because I can't see you as a friend
Because I can’t stop feeling lonely every time I recall your name and you’re nowhere to find
Because I can’t comfort you without feeling the pain that you’re going through
Because I can’t make you laugh without wishing that I could make you happy for the rest of your life

大好きだから…

Coincidence so Sweet... :D

2009-12-06T21:03:00.010+01:00

How many times did I run into him today? 4! Huhuhu... can't stop myself from grinning. He's the neighbor I bump into the most often, I guess; and almost all the time it took place at the washing room. I should wash more often then, hahaha....
We both had trouble with the washing machine before and today another funny thing happened again. A funny conspiracy, 2 shameful stares at each other (because we got caught on the spot while doing this "washing mischief") and 2 silly giggles. We really should make more coincidence meetings. It seems to be fun.
Well well... at least now I know he studies history. Dude, what shall I name him now? A history guy or a laundry guy?!?

Ah! Nervosity...

2009-12-01T22:28:00.004+01:00

The free time I have now makes me nervous, because I know that I’m not that free. But why it’s so hard to get my lazy ass to work?!

The coming Christmas makes me nervous. Where will I spent my holiday, with my friends here, or with my family there? Why there’s no special cheap train ticket offer yet?! I'm going bankrupt soon... :(

Mafia Wars on Facebook makes me nervous. Why the Energy points raise so incredibly slow?! And that damn mafia killed me, and I can’t get revenge (yet). Arrrgh..!

The fact that I’m still devoted to computer games makes me nervous. How old am I now?! Nah… age is just a number, they said. I’m still a child at heart.

The snow is coming soon. I can’t wait to call my photographer troops to go hunting and see the new season scenery, but I hate to have frozen hands under the gloves. What will I do?!

I can’t stop thinking about food lately. Why?!

I can’t stop shaking my foot. Ah! Nervosity…

a Waving Hand from a Friend

2009-11-24T00:33:00.012+01:00

It’s been raining all the weeks; every day we have dark gray skies.

Only one time it was bright, last Thursday.
Then we had a taut big day on Friday. It was a successful day; all of us were finally released from the tension.

On Sunday, again, it was cloudy; but our hearts became even darker than the sky.
One more person bid us goodbye. So sad…

Exchanging emails on Monday; a touching sentence, some sweet encouraging words and silly jokes in between have caused a shed of tears. So sad…

Playing the same song for a 100 times now; can’t get the blue atmosphere of the melody out of my head, even though the lyrics were meant to deliver some gratitude, loving message to a precious person.

So sad…

Anzen Chitai - Yume no Tsuzuki

Day of Contemplation

2009-11-06T00:46:00.007+01:00

Wow… so many things happened today.

I think the yesterday might seem so far away for some people. I really had a great time last night with some of my friends, just like some days before. Well, it’s been a very good week for me, even though I have a couple of sleepless nights since 2 days ago. So I fell asleep in the bus on my way to uni and then fell asleep in the class as well. For me, the worst part of the day was just that.

Then in the afternoon my friend, the one who was in the same party with me the other night came; and just like we planned in the morning, she brought her stuffs to spend the night at my place. I was a bit surprised when she said it was for the sake of our work in the project. ‘Cos she’s not usually that diligent, hehehe… I already suspected that something had happened and when she arrived I knew I was right. But she won't tell me what it was. Some hours after that, slowly but sure, the story flowed… I don't know how to comfort people or how to stop tears. So I just went silent.

Soon after that the sad girl fell asleep, maybe she got tired of all these things burdening her mind. So I continued with my work and checked the email. Another surprise came. Someone got mad at someone else and all of us happened to worked in one group before. This mad someone sent the email to everybody, who were involved and linked to the case. It's like watching a soap opera. Pretty sad but somewhat hilarious. You know, like you are offered to see people fighting in public and it makes you curious about what will happen after this, how the actors are going to react and being tensed up to see the climax. I know it's very bad of me to become exited of someone else's shame. I feel guilty for that. When the sad girl woke up, I showed her the email. She was a bit amused.

I feel sorry for the guy who was accused and being humiliated in the email. He always had problems with the professors and this email which was forwarded to them will just worsen his position. I find the accusation was harsh, but at the same time I admire the angry girl because she can always speak what's in her mind and stand up for what she believes is true, even though she always express it in an ignoble way. She's also loyal to people whom she likes and she thinks are good and dedicated to their work. So I want to have the positive sides of her too and stay away from the rude behavior, 'cos I still wanna be loved by everybody :)

Tripped on the Tripping Trip

2009-10-25T00:25:00.011+02:00

I went to Indonesia last semester holiday. It was really a culinary trip. I already gain some weights even when I was still inside the airplane. Olala… I got meals at least 4 times during the 16 hours flight.
On the first flight, the stewardesses served us the last meal on the plane just before we landed, and right after I saw my father who picked me up at the airport, he said, “Let’s go and have some dinner. You must be hungry.” I was like “hihihi….”
As soon as I got to my father’s house I reached the weigh scale and my eyes were almost out of their sockets. 2 kilos more! In just some few hours! OMG, I think the gravity doesn’t really play its role on the weigh scale. You see, my country is exactly on the equator, so I should be less weighed in Indonesia than when I was nearer to the upper pole.
Well yeah, my stomach felt so stuffy when I was on the sky, not only because of the food but also the gas. Oh, I was quite polite not to let it out in front of the strangers, and the public lavatories always kept me from releasing stuffs freely and comfortably. So I was quite miserable at that time. Then I accused the gas of taking part in adding some grams on me.

My country is the paradise of food and snacks. I especially love snacks. So when I got home, I ate everything that I missed, everything that they don’t have in this foreign country. The country that invented black forest, but has no idea of what bolu kukus, lemper, kroket, risoles, pisang bolen, gehu, lumpia semarang, lumpia goreng sambel kacang, pempek, lotek, gado-gado, gudek, tempe mendoan, jagung bakar 5 rasa, martabak, kue pancong, kembang tahu, ronde jahe, nasi campur gardujati, kuo tiek, ketupat sayur, sate padang, bakpao, es sarang burung, batagor, baso tahu, ketan bakar or es kelapa muda are. Ohhh….. there are lots more, I can’t list them all. Anyway, I ate all the things I mentioned (and a lot more, I forget what else I ate) in that 1 month holiday :D
The snacks they have here in Germany are just strawberry pie (hell, they don't have strawberry cheese cake!), Möhren-Kuchen, Butter-Bretzel, Butterkuchen and Spinatstrudel. Yeah, they all taste good, but there are too few choices, so I got bored. It's even hard to find chocolate cake in the bakery. I mean the REAL chocolate cake with all chocolate layers and all chocolate sponge like brownies or so. I remember as one day I really really craved for a chocolate cake, and I strolled down the city to search for it, from one bakery to the others, until my legs went numb, then I gave up. In the end I went to the American's Starbuck and spent almost 4 Euros for one small piece of delicious chocolate truffle cake.

Before I headed to Indo, my friends here already warned me in advance, not to eat too much there and become "double Santi" as I come back. One of these friends always calls me as "Santi, the girl who never stops eating", which is not true! So I needed to prove it to her, that I'm not the one who never stops eating. But I'm not the type of person who can ignore temptations, so I ate everything served before me and just tried not to be overly gluted.
At last, before I got back to Germany, I successfully maintained the extra grams not to reach more than 2 kg (the scale needle kept depressingly swinging right and left).

Then I met the girlwhosayssantithegirlwhoneverstopseating. She observed me from head to toes and finally said, "Aha, new dresses, new style.... good.............. Yeah, you look fatter................ Your haircut looks ugly!" Hahahaha.... great. At least the fat was not the top of the problems.

Then I met my other friends whom I hadn't met for 2 months and they said, "You look skinnier!" Though I was jumping around at heart, I humbly replied, "Oh, really? I added 2 kilos" with a sheepish smile. So they said, ah... maybe your outfit fits you really well.
GREAAAAT.... I thougt. First, I've never been slim nor skinny in my life but they said I looked skinnier. Second, they were the first one in months who thought I lost some weights. Hohoho... I hope they will always leave their glasses at home. Third, my new outfits look incredible!

I'm not the type who likes to go on diet, since whenever I tried to, I usually gain more rather than loosing some. But my eating schedule is a mess, so it kinda helps me to go back to my previous shape. Now I still have one kilo left from the trip.

Untitled Memory

2009-10-13T13:27:00.012+02:00

You stand in the middle of the road
Your feet are on the border
Of the future and the past
Knowing you can’t go back
But too scared to step forward

When you look up facing the dark night
The snow starts to fall down
Like blur memories from the past

No matter how you wish upon the falling stars
Your wishes would never come true
Now the million stars glittering in the sky
Are just the reflections of your spilled tear drops
The time has arrived
When you have to let it all go

Tears of happiness and tears of pain
Are now blended together
As you grasp all those memories
Hold them tight near to your heart
Knowing they will keep you alive
Remind you of what makes you who you are

And you get your strength as you try to smile
Now as you look up
The snow and the stars seem so beautiful
Beautiful enough to heal your broken heart

a Broken Washing Machine and a Broken TV Bring Out Beautiful Outcomes

2009-10-02T23:05:00.020+02:00

How many times did you run into trouble when using the washing vending machines? Well, I got lots of troubles using them. Is it just those machines in the students’ dormitories that always work improperly or most of the vending machines are like that? I feel like I come from the Flintstones era whenever I use the stupid machine (or is it me who's being stupid? Or maybe I just had bad lucks?). Tsk… today I lost 1€ and the machine refused to work. Before this, I experienced the faded colors, the machine stopped working even though the work was not done yet because I didn’t put enough coins, so I regretfully had to take the laundry out and let the water that was left in the machine flowed to the floor. Uh oh, I felt sorry for the Hausmeister who had to clean it up :p. No need to mention what kind of other problems I bumped into in the past, you must have experienced at least one of them too.

Ah… but forget about the bad luck. The sun always shines after a rainy day. After I lost 1€, I got my hand full explaining to a cute guy who came in after me and wanted to use the same defect-metal-box.
And if I remind myself of what happened yesterday… I shouldn’t complain about losing the tiny amount of money. ‘Cos I got a television for freeeeee!!! Yay!!! Thanks to Z who found it outside my room and told me to take it in. It’s like someone sent me a TV from heaven to replace my old TV that got broken during the delivery when I was moving into this room. And I kept that broken TV for a long time ‘cos I didn’t have the heart to throw it away. At least not before I found its successor. So I finally set it free yesterday. Sure, I took its last picture standing alone in the empty hallway... for the sake of memento.

Experiment on Animal Sounds

2009-08-28T13:07:00.016+02:00

made for completing one task I got from a class called Mapping.

The idea of this experiment is to classify the animal sounds into pitches. Just like human, animal also talks in various tones (different frequencies of voice).
We can grumble and produce low pitch sounds or we can clamor and produce high pitch sounds. Animal never talks in one tone only, which is why the sound that an animal produce is already “music” to me. Therefore I cannot classify each animal voice into an exact category of pitches.

But still, just like human, I think animal voice can be put into groups of vocal range too. Some animal talks in its natural low vocal range and some other has a higher vocal range. To compare it with the human voice, let’s say for instance, a lion growls in its bass voice and a rooster crows in its countertenor voice. That is how I classify the voices, based on their vocal range.

I could not find anyone made a research on animal’s vocal range or scientifically put it in voice category, therefore there is no scientific explanation for the classification I made in this experiment. It is just my idea of mapping the animal sounds and form some music from it.

The Notes
Since I'm not a musician nor have the sensitivity to distinguish notes, I will not draw a formula to show which sound is similar to which note. So there is no do-re-mi in this list of notes, just the names of the animals. I try to put them in order from the lower vocal range to the higher, but it will only be based on my own interpretation.
So these are the animal sounds I use in this experiment.

The Music
I didn't take all the "notes" to form the music, just some of them. Honestly, the result is not as good as I've imagined before and it is very short. I tried to make it longer, but I was stuck. I guess I'm just not creative enough to be a composer :)

PS:
The inspiration comes from my childhood memory. I was still in the Kindergarten when we learned how to play one traditional music instrument called angklung. This unique instrument can only perform a melody when it is played together with other angklung(s). Why? Because each angklung only holds one note. So, angklung is usually played by many people in an ensemble, with each person holds one instrument with one note.
Since we (at that time) did not know what musical note is, our teachers put an animal sticker on each instrument. Then they built the musical notation using the animal pictures too.
When the teacher points the picture of a duck, all children who hold the angklung with duck picture has to shake (play) their instrument. When the teacher points the bird, every kid who has the bird angklung takes their turn and shakes their angklung, and so on. That way, even some kindergartners who don't know how to read notation can perform a nice song.
This then bring me to the idea, that animals may represent notes.

Credits
All of the animal sounds are taken from:
http://www.animal-sounds.org/animal-sounds-free-download.html
http://www.a1freesoundeffects.com/animal.html
Software used:
GarageBand
Wavepad Trial Edition
Windows Movie Maker

Just Another Ordinary Day

2009-08-21T22:32:00.015+02:00

Today:
I lazily get off the bed with heavy eyes. The alarm clock had already given up shouting after the 4th snooze. I only slept for 5 to 6 hours every night in the last two weeks. Sometimes less when I couldn’t shut down my stubborn brain even after 3 o’clock in the morning.

Today:
I had a fight with my best friend. The first frontal fight after we’ve become friends for about a year. Part of it was my fault. I was too harsh and very impatient because I was sure that I was right and I was tired of arguing about simple things that became big. My words had offended her, so I said sorry. Then I went to the bathroom. Obviously I didn’t only release the regular stuff, but also released the tense in my brain. So I felt very light hearted after that and I just wanted to laugh at our stupid fight. But she was still hot, couldn’t even give a bitter smile. Anyway, after some time she cooled down too and we talked like normal again.
Maybe what happened today will bond us stronger.

Today:
My professors told me that the team definitely needs me in the project. I was really good in some tasks and they really gave me some supportive words. I was happy. It went quite well and short.

Today:
I remember, one week left before I fly to home. The luggage is still unpacked. The souvenirs for the relatives still have to be bought. What do they like? What do they need? Why are those stuffs so expensive? Is it enough for everybody? There are still no candies for the kids. Oh no….!

Today:
One of my friend is on his flight, flying back home for good. Maybe we won’t see each other again, maybe we will. Who knows…

Today:
I want to jump into bed earlier. But I still have this damn report to finish. Aaaah….. give me a break!

Today was so different from yesterday. Even though both are just ordinary days, but no day is really that ordinary. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Good night now.

Why I should met him today?!

2009-08-11T21:30:00.016+02:00

I had such a bad mood today and as if there always has to be a climax on each doomed days, I met a very strange guy on my way home after shopping. At first I didn’t notice the guy who sits behind me on the tram (we were the last passengers). I walked in front of him and knew right away that he also lives in my building. Then he sped up his steps to catch up with me and said hello. I answered with a broad smile as I was thinking, oh good, another conversation with someone from the building. You know, people barely know each other in my apartment and they never say a word other than “hallo” and “ciao” when they meet in the elevator (mostly without even looking at the people they speak to). I know I could just break the ice if I want to, but I don’t even care to make friends with them. Yes.... I'm guilty too!

OK, back to this guy (who was his name? I forgot). So, I turned to him with a big smile which slowly faded away as I remembered that I saw him before and then realized who he is: the guy who lives one door to the right in front of me and happen to be the neighbor I hate MOST!!! Well, the only neighbor that I hate, to be precise.
He is the one who always goes to the emergency staircase right in front of my balcony whenever he needs to yell at someone in his cell phone. Can you imagine, I was studying or enjoying my favorite drama show or simply chillaxing in a beautiful Sunday afternoon with the balcony door opened to get some fresh air when suddenly I heard this annoying guy yelling and cracking non-stop for at least 15 minutes each times.
I always wonder why he always has to go to that staircase when he wants to yell, while everybody in this building has their own balcony. Why didn’t he go to his own balcony?

Maybe I was being really patient, that I waited until the third time he did that again, I went outside and told him to go away. Without even care to stop yelling at his poor enemy on the other end of the phone, or take a single breath, he made a very offensive body language to shut me up. So, instead of regaining my peaceful day back, I became even more boiled. Unable to think clearly to strike him back, I closed the door with a loud bang and tried to calm myself down.

Today he said he was surprised that I’ve already become his neighbor for about a year. He never saw me all this time. I silently said to myself, "Aha…! Maybe I put such an evil face that day when I confronted him, so he couldn’t recognize my original angel face today."
Further he asked about my age and gave me the – REALLY? You look so young – crap and suddenly pinched my cheek. I was stunned, couldn’t find a word to say and only managed to rub my cheek clean in front of him.
Why does my brain always work so slowly whenever I need to fight with someone?

Finally he said we should meet again. Oh yeah…! Dare to knock on my door, you are soooo gonna die.
--- Well, maybe not. I don’t have enough guts to punch him. My two excuses: he is almost two heads taller than me and……. I just have no guts!

PS: annoying neighbors could be the next interesting topic. My sister always has some bad luck with the neighbors. Or maybe another interesting topic: Have you ever met a “psycho”?

Orange Afternoon

2009-08-10T09:54:00.010+02:00

the sunflowers are facing to the west
saying goodbye to the fading sun
that's slowly creeping into the evening's hug

I rush after the sun
I run, I run and lose my breath
still I cannot stop it from leaving

the stars glitter in the sky
cheering the dark and silent night
too beautiful to ignore

still I cannot forget
the sparks of the orange afternoon
keeps me warm and alive

that's how you are to me
irreplaceable, indispensable
I'll be waiting no matter how long
until the day comes back in shine

Behind "Liam and Fluffy"

2009-08-02T01:46:00.011+02:00

The story bellow, “Liam and Fluffy”, was originally created on Thursday, April 10, 2008, but then edited and published last night, August 1, 2009. Oh…. almost 1.5 year after it was first written.

I asked a friend who happened to be online that day and was chatting with me, for an inspiration regarding the characters’ names, because I was not satisfied with my own ideas. They were Helly the dog and Bombi the lioness. I then finally took the name Liam for the dog after searching in internet. It means a determined guardian. And I took the name Fluffy for the lioness after my friend’s suggestion.

This short story is actually part of a “novel” that I wanted to write two years ago, but I never finish it. I then started with another story and didn’t finish it either. For those two fictions, I’ve already known the beginning and the end of the stories, but I got stuck in the middle part because lack of ideas. Other than that, my writing skill sucks….

Oooh… since I mentioned that “Liam and Fluffy” was part of my prior novel-on-work, I want to make it clear though, that it wasn’t about children story at all. It was about a young teenage girl, full of hatred, contented to take revenge on her own father and drew a plan to get rid of her step mother. The draft was ended tragically with her soul mate’s death and her own suicide. My sister and brother-in-law laughed so hard at me when I told them about this novel where all the characters die.

After I reread the whole pages all over again until the day changes, I decided that I hate the general idea of the story, even though I like how it ends. No, I’m not depressed and I wasn’t depressed when I wrote it. I don’t know why, I ’m just so into a sad ending story, either it is in a film or in a book. But who knows, it might just my way to escape from the blues.
OK, maybe this is the two sides of me who loves to laugh and to be sentimental at times.

Hmm… I think I’ll just abandon my first novel. Perhaps I’ll continue with the other one. I like the story better. It was about friendship, but again, of course it was also ended in tragedy. Let’s see… maybe it would change. Hope I have time and inspiration to write again.

Liam and Fluffy

2009-08-01T22:45:00.018+02:00

One day, Liam a shepherd dog was taking a stroll when he started to hear a heartbreaking groan from somewhere in the woods near to the barn where he lives with an old farmer. Fluffy, a lioness, got enmeshed in a trap built by the farmer and Liam just happened to be there and became the first one to find Fluffy.

Fluffy pleaded Liam to help her get out of the trap. She convinced Liam that she was a trustful kindhearted lioness, she wasn’t the one who ate the farmer’s chickens and she had never harmed nor annoyed the farmer’s family.

Liam looked deep into Fluffy’s clear big eyes to see if she was being genuine with all she had said but suddenly got enchanted by her beautiful glance. He instantly believed in Fluffy’s words, and then for 2 days long he struggled, biting the net that trapped Fluffy inside. He guarded Fluffy at night and never rested from biting even though his jaw was already worn out. His only wish and intention was to send Fluffy to freedom as soon as possible.

When the hole was big enough, Fluffy stepped out of the trap. Liam tried to take Fluffy to his home and asked if she would live together with the farmer’s family. He was so sure he could convince the old farmer that Fluffy was a good lioness.

Fluffy replied that there was no chance the old farmer would believe nor accept her and Liam should never believe her either. To Liam’s horror she added, “It was true that I never ate your old man’s chickens, they are too tiny for me. But I’ve been starving for two days and I will eat you now.”

The old farmer caught the lioness red-handed as she was devouring the poor dog, and immediately shot her to death.

***

A tragic end for a naive dog and a fair karma for the unthankful lioness.

Is this too harsh for a children story?

** thanks to Adeel for helping me with the Lion's name :) **

2009-06-14T23:08:00.006+02:00

好きな人の事は何でも許して

奇麗言葉です,ね?

What would you do

2009-05-30T23:21:00.026+02:00

if you are someone who always find it so hard to fall in love
but then as you find someone that can really make your heart trembles
you realize that he is not the right person to fall in love with
you know it’s so wrong
and normally you wouldn’t even think of falling for this kind of guy

but your heart jump every time you see him
and you want to see him again and again
and when you do see him you wish you can see him longer
unfortunately you think he shares the same feeling
it makes it even harder to avoid him
and you pray he will not say that magic word to you
so that you will not faint in the twirl of excitement and tremor

and all you can do is whispering to your own ear
“Stay away from me, you my beloved one…!”

Oooh…this is what they call love storm :(

Let Me Dance

2008-11-12T22:23:00.008+01:00

Let me dance, oh… let me dance
Give me some melodies
Where are my tap shoes, did you see them?

Let me dance, oh… let me dance
Play your electric guitar
Let me put on my tutu first
Don’t you think it looks beautiful on me?

Let me dance on my toes
Jump on my feet and roll on my back
Swirl like thunder and circle all around
Throw my head up and down

Let my body moves to the rhythm
Would you turn the volume to its limit, please?
So that my brain full with the music
And I can feel my heart jump with every beat

Let me dance, just let me dance

Want to but don't want to ...

2008-06-17T22:27:00.005+02:00

I have this one work that I know I should do it NOW. I've delayed it since 2 days and I've slapped myself for being too lazy. But I just can't start it, can't put my hand on it, can't even lay my eyes on it. Aaaaarrgggh....

Setangkai Mawar Kuning untuk Sahabat Sejati

2008-06-16T16:48:00.007+02:00

dalam mimpi aku melayang
seakan rapuh dan jiwaku terbang
kusambut pusaran yang mendekat datang
meski silau akan cahayanya yang benderang

tanpa sadar aku terhempas
masuk kedalam dunia tanpa asas
tenggelam dalam euforia kebebasan tak berbatas
namun ketika kukira segala bebanku lepas
hatiku berubah kebas dan penuh jejas

kulihat seseorang mendekat
wajahnya penuh kasih dan tangannya hangat
dia membalut hatiku dengan cermat
menghapus segala luka yang mencekat
yang kutahu kini aku selamat

darinya kubelajar sesuatu
bahwa hidup memang terkadang pilu
namun janganlah mengeluh
karna semua yang diraih dengan peluh
takkan hilang dalam sekejap jenuh

kutinggalkan dia dibelakang
karena mimpiku masih menjelang
aku tak ingin terkekang
ingin kugapai langit menjulang
dengan sayap lebar terkembang

puncak langit telah hampir kusentuh
tiba-tiba saja dari ketinggian aku terjatuh
hatiku pilu namun tak berani kumengeluh
karna kini kupercaya semua yang diraih dengan peluh
takkan hilang dalam sekejap jenuh

akan tetapi ketika dera tak kunjung menyingkir
dan kurasa semua akan berakhir
kulihat seseorang datang menghampiri
wajah yang sama, yang penuh dengan kasih
perlahan dia bantu aku berdiri
tanpa peduli betapa aku selalu jatuh lagi lagi dan lagi
namun kini telah kusadari
tak pernah dia tinggalkan aku sendiri

kurasa sesal tak lagi menghadang
batinku tak lagi gamang
kutumpahkan segala rasa sayang
hingga gelap tak lagi membayang

Back to Black

2008-06-14T21:11:00.015+02:00

I am currently hypnotized by Amy Winehouse's "Back to Black". The music keeps echoing in my head and I often unconsciously murmur the melody. It is a quite good song for a mellow person like me. Brings me into a black atmosphere which somehow makes me feel at ease.
Talking about black, a color usually associated with negative connotations, I can list some great blacks that I love and that bring me a happy joy joy feeling. Here they are:

Black Grass Jelly drink: Aaaaaaahhhhh.... so refreshing in a hot summer day
Black Sun-Glasses: protect your eyes from the burning sun and UV, of course. And when your eyes are protected and you frown less, the process of getting more wrinkles on your forehead might slow down too!

Black long straight shiny hair: proud to be an Asian lady, hihihi...^^

Black Mascara: sexy

Black Jasmine Tea: smell so sweet, especially when poured from a clay tea pot. Sipping it hot, hmmmm.... so relaxing. Makes me feel really at home.
Black Coffee: helps you to stay conscious during lectures and works. Better than sticking toothpicks between your eyelids.

Black shirt: hide your bulging fat and wet armpit. I recommend to use a deo for the latter case, though. One in a black packaging really drains and stops your armpit from spraying (you've seen the commercial ad, haven't you?).

Black forest cake: chocolate, cherries, cherry brandy, whip cream......... =P~ what could be better than that?!

Black Mushroom: used in many delicious Asian cuisine and might have some medical benefits too. Remove fat and lose weight, help to prevent heart coronary disease --> see http://www.healthy-chinese-recipe.com/obesity-diet-food-black-mushroom.html

Black Glutinous Rice Porridge: huhuhu..... sweeeeett.... i'm drooling drooling drooling!
Black and White Photography: please rate me!

Black bean paste ramen: well, never tried this one, but it looks so damn tasty on TV. Would LOVE to try it. Sadly I haven't even found the instant noodle form in Asian shops around here.

Black humour: aha... maybe we need it to keep us sane.

Could you find another great black that you like? Maybe I can add it on my list too.

a Story of Bubble

2008-03-30T20:01:00.013+02:00

One day Bubble, dim and dull, got tired playing with other bubbles, decided to make a journey of his own. So he called Wind and asked her to take him far away to see places he had not seen.
Wind, who had been all over places, warned Bubble that he might possibly meet unfriendly things along the way and new experiences might not be as brilliant as he thought.
Bubble said he'd take the risks, so Wind started to blow slowly and softly.

They landed first on Desert. It was so hot and the midday heat was unbearable. Bubble passed out and nearly died from dehidrated, but luckily Wind found Oasis nearby. Oasis took care of Bubble so tenderly, but as soon as Bubble woke up, he said to Wind that he hated Desert so much and Cactus's thorns had nearly stung him, and that they should just leave the place at once. Oasis was dissapointed to loose a friend and Desert got offensed. Just before Desert spurted his sand and grit to pop Bubble, Wind took him away posthaste.

They reached Ocean the next day and Bubble hated her as well. He said she was too noisy, her salt dried his skin and none of her suds friends were as beautiful as he was. Ocean heard him and stormed in anger. Once again, Wind saved Bubble before he got caught by Ocean's hands and melted by the salt.

They arrived on Snow Mountain in early morning and Bubble began complaining again. "I'm freezing out here, soon I'll turn into an Ice Ball. Why do you always take me to such places where I cannot live?!"

Trying hard to please Bubble, Wind took him higher and higher to a place where she thought to be the most beautiful one in the world. They met the Cloud there and Bubble started to cry in frustation. "Cloud tries to suck me in. She already has so many water inside her, yet she wants me to join her too. What a greedy creature!"

Wind couldn't help it anymore. She yelled at Bubble, "You're the most ungrateful bubble I've ever met! I was so happy to take you around the world, so I could share the wonder I've seen with you. But you just couldn't see how good Desert carves the sand and how brave the Cactus is to live without water. You didn't notice how blue the Ocean is and how many lovely creatures live deep down. You never know the cheerful that Snow brings for the kids and how gorgeous the scenery is, when you look down the Mountain. You have no idea that Cloud is so tender and mild, and that she creates the Rain, which brings life for the earth." Bubble was stunned and started to regret himself, then said, "Oh, Wind. Now I wish I could be like you, who helps others like me to see the beauty of the world."

Sun, the ruler of the earth, who'd been eavesdropping during the conversation, came out from his hiding place and said, "Bubble, I could help you to become the one that you want. But you will have to sacrifice a bit for that. Would you?" Bubble nodded happily. Using his power, Sun began to glow so ablaze. Thereafter Sun said, "Bubble, from now on you will reflect all the things around you. So not only you could help others to see the beauty of the world, you'll also make it double. The kids would love to play with you, and you could see their happy faces mirrored on you. But for this you'll have to be so thin and fragile. You'll only live for a while. But before you dissapear into the air, you brought joy to the world."

Bubble and Wind are now good friends and they often go together since then.

Language Problem

2008-03-28T15:13:00.013+01:00

i'm so glad that i had an experience to study in a class full of students from all around the world, who were all trying to defeat one super duper complicated language called German.
the first couple of months in this class were really tiring. my German knowledge was still a big nothing that time. i tried to put a high voltage consentration on the lessons, so that i could at least figure out the outline - if not the whole sentence - of what my two beloved lecturers were saying.
it wasn't only me who faced this difficulty, so was my fellow students. their german lang were nearly as poor as mine and for our own good we were not supposed to speak in other langs. so we talked with "our own German", with a lot of "nggg....", "mmm....", "let me see my dictionary", or a long explanation for one single word, etc. body-lang and face expression took a large part too.

funny is, i understood my friends better than i understood the teachers, and the students understood each other better than the teachers understood us. yes it's true! sometimes the teachers didn't understand what a student wanted to say, but the whole class knew what he meant. that's because the german don't use the same expression or the same synonym as (i guess) other people in other parts of the world do.
anyway, my old german class made me feel like i was living in the babel city. i miss them so much!!!

Dandelion Clock

2008-03-27T22:25:00.014+01:00

One of my favorite pics of my favorite flower I made last year.

Coburg, 19.05.2007

Dandelion Clock

… or dent-de-lion in its origin word, which means tooth of a lion.
… or skydiver flower in my own language as I was a kid. Actually, my mom said so, when I and my sister asked the name of this wild flower that grows a bit higher than the grass surrounds it, and pretty eye-catching too with its white color above the greens.
Since forever, I find it as my favorite flower for all time.
And the sweet youth days memories that I had with this wild but gentle, strong yet soft plant, make it even worthier.

I am so amazed by its filaments, that when the winds help it escape from its head, it would fly away slowly, float in the air with incalculable movement and unpredictable direction, look for a new place to grow, maybe search for a new environment, try to survive and to multiply.
And that is exactly what I am doing right now. I am so far away from home, looking for new experiences, searching for a better life, trying to survive and to adapt with this new situation that I am on and perhaps trying to multiply too... :D

Somehow, seeing this flower takes my gloominess and sulkiness out of existence.
So I feel grateful for this is spring and I can see these flowers everywhere, even in my room on the 7th floor. Well, not the whole bunch of course. Around 6 pm yesterday afternoon, while I was chilling and relaxing on my bed, suddenly this white filament came in through the window and danced slowly right in front of my weary eyes. The rays of the sun glowing outside perfectly framed this beauty and the bright blue sky background just made it completely gorgeous.
Then I think to myself, “Hey, it’s so cheerful outside. Why don’t I go for a walk and wash away my tiredness?”
So I went hunting …

Cactus

2008-03-27T22:19:00.007+01:00

the easiest plant to be taken care? not really, at least for me. i lost my cactus before for being too much basted.

Eggshell Art

2008-03-27T16:19:00.011+01:00

last sunday the christendom, including me, celebrated easter day.
it's been like a century ago since i partook in the typical annual children's easter activities, like painting boiled eggs or seeking hided eggs, but i still spur the joy of my childhood easter days every time i see the painted eggs.

talking about painted eggs, i went to salzburg last december during christmas holiday. there i saw painted eggs too. they were all over the display windows and were put on christmas trees. this was the first time i knew that egg decoration is not only dedicated for easter day.
the ones they put on christmas trees are also real eggs, only without the content. this what made the painted eggs so expensive, since they were so fragile and made by professional hands. here i put some pictures of eggshell art ala salzburg for you to enjoy.

i remember that long time ago i saw in one of our TV Channel about eggshell art. painting is not the main idea this time. carving is! i'm sure carving is way much harder than painting, especially when you do it on an eggshell. you really have to see the picture of eggshell carving to see what i mean. since i don't have the picture, you could try to find it yourself by hitting eggshell carving/sculpture/art on google image, or else see it here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=1xz8E7Di7Fo

Wanna try to make one by yourself? the first material you'll need is a great amount of patience!
you'll also need a drill, some sharp cutting tools, a sharp pin and pattern.
first step: with a pin, poke a small hole at the bottom of the egg, then poke a larger hole at the top of the egg. blow through the small hole, the content will come out through the larger hole. now you have an empty shell.
next step: depends on your creativity. just be extra carefull on whatever you do with your shell.