Starting a New Life Abroad

I was out sick yesterday with some kind of 24-hour stomach flu, drive home on Wednesday night from the office was so horrible that the story should simply not be told.

Sing it…..why me why me lord why me why me lord why me why me lord …why me

Question
When ‘having it bare’ is not an option, which one do you prefer?
A. Ribbed
B. Ultra-thin
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Answer
Is ’some extra time to think’ an option?

PS: Pardon with this teasing post! :p

But in my opinion there’s no "extra time to think" as an option. Take it or leave it.

It’s almost noon.
I’m at the office.
Inside my work station.

The window is on my left.
I’m looking to that direction now.
I’m squinting.
It’s because of the light from outside.
It’s so… bright.

I’m walking to the window.
I see a cloudless sky.
The tame breeze is blowing gently.
It feels warm.

Something is really wrong with this picture.
What am I doing inside a building with a beautiful weather like that outside???

I should be out there in a topless and shorts, wearing shades, walking around with my naked foot, or just laying on the grass.

I should be ngucing.

Those people who know me well (they-who-have-been-introduced-to-my-sunlight-junkie-self) must think that there’s something on my plate now that I just can’t ditch.

Gods.
I really hate deadlines.

Main Entry: ngu.cing
Pronunciation: ngu-chi[ng]
Function: action verb-ing
Meaning: the activity of being outdoor when it is sunny where one may be drinking cold beverages, sitting or laying down, talking, daydreaming, stretching, the combination of these acts, or just doing nothing.
Etymology: the word was originated in England, inspired by a cat’s habit to sunbathe (cat means kucing in Indonesian). The word is applicable in any place that has got depressingly long Winter and bearable hot-ish Summer.
Period of ngucing: usually starts at the end of April and ends some time in September, is subject to weather conditions.
Use in sentence: "On a beautiful sunny day like this, I wouldn’t do anything else but to go ngucing in the park."

But in Jakarta….when you laying down at park you will hear some says "What smell so horrible"…..haaaaa ai ucing…Ooch Shit.

PS: Whatever evil plan am planning on doing this weekend, keep my brelly handy.I don’t think i’ll be able to go ngucing some time soon with the amount of rain coming our way. Yesterday and today’s weather is a tease, yet I’m going to use the most of it. Care to join me?

Recently I’ve been
All of content and dreaming I have been
‘Cause I been lately seeing
Quite a bit of this woman live on my street

Both say that we never before
Never before have felt as recently
People stare and we just ignore everything
People stare and we just ignore them
And they go away, go away

Postscript.
Only a couple of days to go.
I feel like my chest will burst out at any time now.
This isn’t a simple excitement.
Too much anticipation?
I don’t know.
I don’t care.

How would you feel…
If you were able to recollect the biggest missing piece of a puzzle?
And it was not just any puzzle.
It was your puzzle.

Not even the strongest glue in the world can make the piece forever stay.
As other pieces may come in the way.
And this piece may go away.
But for now, I’m giving in.
Because life is too short if I keep my head high all the time.
Because life is too precious if impulsivity is kept hidden behind the closed doors.

Only a couple of days to go.
I’ll be here.

Song by: Dave Matthews Band - Recently

I was browsing through my Blogger account when I saw some drafts that I had written but didn’t publish. Some of them were meaningless. Some were unfinished. Some were too random to decipher, despite the fact that I was the one who wrote them. I should’ve known what the hell I was on about, right? But I didn’t.

One draft got my attention.
I checked the date and read it. It was dated less than a month ago. I tried to remember what had inspired me to write the draft and why I didn’t publish it.

After a while, I failed to connect the dots between what was happening in my life around that period when I wrote the post, who were significantly involved, and again… why I didn’t publish it.

I wrote the post in lower-case, which I rarely do, unless when I’m in a mixed state of apathy and curiosity.
That insight still didn’t make any sense to the post.

I just decided to publish the post.
Now.
Maybe I’ll be able to find some answers when the post is out there on my blog.
Or maybe not.

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sometimes i feel like i’m losing my faith in human kindness and sincerity.

i think i’m losing my faith in human kindness and sincerity.

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It’s not working.
I still don’t know why I wrote the above post.
Surely my ability to repress stuff is not that exceptional?

Maybe I should change the question.
Why am I bothered to find out why I wrote that post?

Because it tickles some memories and creates speculations but I still can’t validate anything.

And believe me, I’m not that ticklish.

Thanks for MayDay…..gw jadi libur panjang baru ni hari masuk, kalo keadaan tidak memungkinkan bisa jadi disuruh pulang cepat…..(wish)

A straightforward retro writing.

It was my friend’s birthday last Thursday. I went down to city center on Friday, had dinner with him and his flatmates at nice all-you-can-eat on mall. We headed to cafe afterward. I passed the ID-checking point with flying colours, different from the last time (Puh-lease, I am so over 18!). Nothing peculiar happened inside. The DJ played a daft loop of a couple of good tunes and then some sing-a-long old school crap. There was this bloke trying to persuade my friend’s gf, me and another from our group to dance on the small stage-like thing. He wasn’t drunk, just plain annoying, so we ignored him. At some point he bowed to my friend, coz hell yeah… he’s pretty damn good at dancing to trance/electro.

Had a shopping spree with friends on Saturday. First, we stopped by at Aquarius to buy some tickets for concert (heck, this year turns out to be quite wicked… concert-wise. Keep an eye as always)

Then we sorta went shop-hopping, store-crawling around the city center and browsing around. With the so-called Spring sale promotion calling out at every corner (plus the fact that I just got paid on Thursday), I ended up with two jackets, a pair of shoes, a tee and a skirt.
Guilt and regret weren’t in my dictionary that day.

We went for an early dinner. Bought some groceries and stayed in for the evening. Then I asleep for almost 12 hours straight starting at

8pm.

Bloody hell! I can’t remember the last time I was out that long! My friend and his gf got worried that something was wrong with me but no, I was just sleeping. It sorta made up the lost hours from the nights before. I had a dreamless long sleep. I woke up at 8 the next morning.

Sunday was cool and cloudy, a contrast to Friday and Saturday’s warmth. I went back to the city centre by myself to exchange a one-size-too-big skirt and bought another pair of shoes. Oh dear gods, I know. I got “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas/Where the

Buffalo

Roam” DVD, but for 5 quid it was a bargain. I bumped into a friend whom I knew back in Jkt who’s now working here. We made some plans to have a reunion some time this year in Jkt. Cool. I’m really looking forward to it.
I walked back to friend’s flat, had a big lunch (he cooked!), listened to a flatmate of his pouring her heart out about her boyfriend getting sick on the bed at 5 in the morning due to too much alcohol and it was only two hours after she finished doing a revision. A perfect timing. She had to throw away her duvet. Poor girl.
Anyway, after giving a moral support to my friend for his lower-than-expectation second term course marks, I packed my bag and took the train back home around 6.

Like I’d written (Delibrate-Insomnia), I stayed up till morning on Sunday. I spent extended weekend holiday (MayDay) Monday being lazy, popping into the corner shop to buy some bananas, crackers and a carton of OJ, chatting with an old couple I didn’t know about the nice weather when we waited to cross the road.
Later on, I tried sorting out and listing my books out of the boxes that I’d never opened since I moved out 1 week ago. The chore wasn’t even half-finished coz I got distracted with some phone calls and my books were indeed, A LOT. I’ve gotta have a serious thinking soon about when and how I’m gonna ship them all to hometown.

Corrupted insights.

Someone asked me a rethorical question: "What’s the point of drinking so much alcohol, if in the end he’s going to throw it all up?"
I gave her a lame answer, "Your boyfriend is English. Alcohol is essential in his life, even though he probably can’t take much of it."
Not-so suprisingly, my answer was accepted without a protest.

I’m never sure of the reliability of my giving advice to the people I really care about. There’s a matter of personal interest and self-fulfilling prophecy, unlike when I do it professionally or to some random people. I do hope I’ve given my significant others some feasible good options, rather than making things worse for them.

I love the coolness of my bachelor pad that welcomes me every time I return after being away for several days.

If I were to write a book about my life in here, one of the idea titles that I would use is The

Jakarta

, Their Weather and Tea.

What’s the difference between temporary infatuation and permanent temptation?

I’ve written this post with a pathologically bored jelly-like stance. But somehow, I don’t feel bored at all. I’ve done stuff with such mood in the past and once, I told my friend about my dissonance. He said, "My god. You actually can pass as a normal person."
Bugger him.

This morning.

A bag of Thorntons’ chocolates.
A cup of black coffee.
Some Surya pro and Marlboro but believe me I don’t smoke
The Sopranos on TV unwatched as sound background 1.
The falling rain as sound background 2.
A catching-up session on the phone with a long-lost friend separated by time zones.
A lot of movies waiting to be watched.
A tired body after a “fun” weekend.
A travel bag yet to be unpacked.
A content mind.
A happy mood.

I’m not planning to go to sleep tht nite.

Updated

I went to bed at 3.30 this morning, after both my mobiles ran out of batteries and so did my landline phone handset. Just woke up an hour ago. With a wide smile and a sweet dream lingered on the corner of my unconsciousness. I stretched and stretched my body, nice and slowly, and ended up doing the yogic crab position.
Hmmm… lovely.

arya?

pls tell me f u still do love me or not?

im sorry 4 i act sumtimes….

even though no txt or call from me but still i do think of u alwys………

our 2nd monthsary i do still celebrate it alone i donot 4 got it……..

but no msg from u to in our blogs………..

pls write 1 for me?

about ur feelings to me?

if its gone, or what?

im still waiting hir 4 u owez

coz i do love still ma heart beats 4 u

i feel 4 u……..

pls ans ma questions pls

ur still ma honey until now

but pls ans. me f u do love me despite of d long no communication 4 this past days…….

im sorry…if i hurt u……if got no txt or call from hir in d philippines……ilove u still…….

im hopping u still fell the same as i do…….

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arya ma 1 only honey….god knows i never replace u……..ma feeling 4 u s so much special………

love u…………………………………………..this ma new no    -sorry edited by owner- if u read this pls sent 1 txt msg to me for ur answer if u still care/love me…………………………..

im waiting 4 it as son as possible

sincerely

jonjon vallo

philippines