Starting a New Life Abroad

Some time ago, I found out that several bloggers
whose writings I used to read frequently no longer updated their blogs. Some
had changed their URLs and only posted new stuff once in a blue moon, while
some had come to a complete halt.

Why did they stop blogging?
Beats me.
They didn’t exactly owe their readers any explanations, did they?

I admit I wasn’t that bothered to inquire further about the whole hiatus thing,
although I did feel some weird form of disappointment to have my
used-to-be-almost-daily consumptions taken away. I could be very possessive
over things I like.
I’d considered the idea to drop the writers a friendly email and ask how things
are. But, then again, I can’t just ask them to write again for the sake of my
voyeurism tendency, can I?

I’ve met some of them in person by some bizarre arrangements, back in Rumbai
and here

Jakarta

and also other places I’ve travelled to. Yet, there were even more of those
whom I didn’t know at all, as I often read other people’s blogs without leaving
a comment or return address(es).
I enjoy lurking discreetly.
My integrity as an enthused lurker, however, is rather questionable, coz I
don’t bloghop/blogwalk/blogsurf (or whatever the word is) that regularly
either.

Fuckin hell.
Now I’ve become confused by my own writing.

What I’m trying to say is…

Will I stop writing too one day?
Is blogging just a type of fad that I’m gonna ditch in the future, just like
chatting on IRC 10 years ago?

Shall we rewind the tape a bit?

I’m not a superstitious person. If anything, I’m most-of-the-time an ignorant
bastard. But perhaps I should realloy stay away from publishing anything ‘real’
about blogging to avoid the death of my blogging spirit.
*eerie sound at the background*

I once wrote a thesis (skripsi, if you like) on IRC for my undergraduate
course. Not long after I graduated, I stopped chatting online, almost
completely. My ICQ, MSN, YM and what-have-you accounts were all abandoned.
Nowadays, I only use messengers when I’m too dumb and numb to do anything else
with the internet, which of course, (are you kidding me?) rarely happens. The
bottom line is, the charms of online chats had run out on me. The traumatic
hard times of collating the thesis is one of the likely causes.

I don’t think I want the same tragedy to befallen to my addiction to blog.
No, I don’t want that.
Well, at least not now.

To think how easy I can get bored of something (or someone)… just being here
today and diligently writing crap after crap after crap, I really should give
myself an achievement medal.
I’m truly amazed with my own perseverance.

Yea.

Stop me before I’m puking myself.

Yea.

That’s enuf bollocks for today.
I usually limit myself to two pairs a day anyway.

To any of you who can sense the tickling I’m giving, well… this is my way of
showing you how much I care.

You know what to do.

To laugh may be a good first step.
To be curious and blurt out ‘WTF?’ are natural reactions.
To continue sharing your thoughts online should be up next.

I hope this post makes sense.
If it doesn’t, put those MP3s on repeat to brainwash yourself.

Be good now. I’m going away again.
I expect to see more of you when I’m back.

Hey honey, hold my hand and hope for heaven
because I just can’t help myself. says

• I LOVE U
• I LOVE YOU TOO
• because u make me laugh like 24/7
• and when i’m having a bad day ur the only person that can make me feel better
• and   ur cute XINFINITY
  
• AND STORY TIMES MAKE MY LIFE

Dont Leave me……coz i lov u

i jotted down all my feelings here coz I miz u

Adooohhh, jangan dech jangaaannnnn….

Jangan lewat warung buncit…bisa2 perut lo makin buncit dengan kekesalan yang telah memuncak gara2 bikin busway.

My birthday is fast approaching. You guys have time to save
and think and ponder and think again and save some more and get me anyone of
these things.

I accept no cash donation as it lacks suave and class.

• Meet up with my lovely one in Bdg
• Air Ticket to KL
• New Tennis Racket.
• New basketball shorts.
• Big, sophisticated and serious looking professional digital camera with huge lenses and tripod
  and wires and chargers that come in a big box with compartments and funny smelling thingies.
• Small and discrete digital
  camera with good night vision for homemade porn.
• A new laptop.
• Pair of new jeans.
• A robot.
• A remote control (one that work with my laptop/audio/tv/dvd/lights/cats/etc.)
• This floating bed.

I know for sure that today is definitely not my birthday but
it does feel like it is.

Why?

Coz I’m a pleasure seeker who sometimes can be easily overjoyed by simple
things like… dark chocolates, salary raise, DVD sale, and free MP3s.

Just over a day ago, I saw The Lake House for the first time,
If you like romantic movies, watch
ths.

It’s not exactly a
must-watch, but it’s better than a can-watch. The plot is good -
understandably, because it was a rip-off. But I felt the movie could have been
better executed, and more time should have been spent making the pair fall in
love with each other. It was a little abrupt the way they fell in love, I felt.
Besides, since they don’t have to work on the plot, they should work on the
execution.

Keanu Reeves is handsome. I thought he was handsome ever since I watched Constantine. But he’s
old. 42 years old. He’s Eurasian, you know. His father is Chinese-Hawaiian, his
mother is English. He was born in Beirut,Lebanon!

Man, I wanna get the DVD and watch it over and over again. It’s so romanteek.
*sighs*

It makes for good entertainment. But thinking about how such a thing would work
where they can communicate from different times makes me very confused. It’s
better not to dwell too much on how they can communicate disregarding the
fourth dimension because the solution would only marr the beauty of this
fantastical tale.

It’s a pretty sort of story. The last romantic movie I watched was Brokeback

Mountain.The ending was so sad! I
haven’t come across many romantic movies which didn’t have a happy ending, and Brokeback Mountain made me very sad.

That’s why The Lake House is a breath of fresh air. I’ve been watching movies
which I’m not allowed to watch lately, and although I think they’re good, I
don’t dare to broadcast the fact that I’ve watched them. Later police come and
catch me how?! But The Lake House is PG, so I can tell everybody that I liked
it! I can’t even watch NC-16 movies yet! Sadness.

Well… one more thing. I noticed that many gushing teens like me thought
Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves should get together. I don’t think so. I think
the celebrities who meet on the set don’t last very long. It’s better for them
to be an onscreen couple. Life is so much more idealistic that way.

Cowok mana yang nggak marah kalau ditanya begini:

"Kalau saya jadian sm cowo lain boleh gak?"

Asli. Mau ditempeleng gak sih kepala yang nanya?

Cek dulu gih, otak kamu ketinggalan dimana.

Untung kamu jauh, brengsek!

Sama saja. saya suka ngetes, kamu juga. Semua punya cara sendiri-sendiri. Ngetes dia setia apa gak, ngetes dia peduli apa gak. Bla bla bla. Seru sih, tapi biasanya setelah ngetes, nyesel. Kadang bingung, testing itu perlu gak perlu. Pada dasarnya, kalau sudah percaya.. kenapa masih harus ngetes? Nyari keribetan baru aja.

Dan untungnya, saya yang -sudah mahfum- kelakuan tidak bermoral seperti ini, cuma bisa menjawab secara diplomatis :

Saya tahu saya jauh dan saya juga tahu kebutuhan kamu sebagai seorang manusia. The hell, we both need the same things. Maaf saya tidak bisa hadir disana physically to be with you, believe me if I can, I would. And that’s what I did when I was there in the past month. With you. To be honest saya capek kalau harus membina hubungan seperti ini lagi. Open relationship. Bahhh… not again… my wasted heart will die as the universe cease to the coldness of hell.

Saya mengerti, hidup di Bandung itu tidak gampang di Jakarta juga susah. Terlalu banyak godaan yang pastinya ada dimana-mana. Saya tau kamu orientasi psikologinya memang sedikit miring, tapi saya juga tau bahwa deep down inside your heart, there’s the faithful you who yearn for love with a sense of belonging. And right now, although things are still unclear, I belong to you. Ibarat perusahaan, kamu shareholder utama, yang lain silent partners. Kalau Commisioner ya kamu tau lah siapa dia. Bos yang itu tidak bisa diganggu gugat.

Jaman sekarang sulit sekali mencari pasangan sarap yang bisa stay faithful. Sama hal-nya dengan lelaki. Balik lagi ke teori "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus". Dua-duanya sebetulnya bingung maunya apa. Lelaki bilang perempuan maunya banyak, perempuan bilang lelaki ga tau maunya apa. Dan dimana-mana, no matter how faithful we are to our partner, pasti ada moment-moment dimana kita pasti akan jenuh dan menyerah. Andai kamu disini… Saya gak mungkin biarin kamu sendirian.

Maaf sayang, saya jauh. Kamu-pun sudah tau paketnya gimana dari sejak pertama kita diskusikan ini. Tapi kalau sampai suatu hari nafsu mengkhilafkan kamu, maka ijinkan saya menutup mata, hati dan telinga saya. Saya tidak perlu tau… Mungkin memang betul apa yang kamu bilang, saya cocoknya sebagai first husband. Tapi kalau ternyata dari mata turun ke hati, jangan tunggu lebih lama lagi. Saya tidak sudi hidup jauh disini untuk dikibuli.

Saya sendiri tidak bisa janji banyak. Tapi saya bisa janji bahwa saya gak bakal bohong sama kamu. Apa sih yang saya gak cerita sama kamu? Jadi nakal itu gampang, jadi baik itu susah.

Dan buat saya, jadi nakal itu udah biasa. Dan kamu tau saya, saya suka yang luar biasa.

Jadi, kalau bisa… Please, jangan plonco hati saya lagi. Karena meskipun dosisnya belum fatal, ia sudah menyisakan sisa-sisa energinya yang terakhir untuk menyayangi kamu.

Dan jangan takut. Saya gak pernah nakal sama dosen demi nilai ga pernah menjilat  sama bos demi dapat project baru. Gak usah nakal juga saya pasti dapat nilai lumayan kok, ga usah menjilat mreka yang pasti nawarin ke saya kok.

"Tq. Udah nunjukkin dgn cara kamu kalo kamu juga care sama saya. Aku sayang sama kamu juga kok. Seneng deh berasa ada yang punya. Kalau kamu flirty sama yang lain kan saya juga ilfil. Tp aku nanya karna pengen tau aja kadar care kamu. Aku jg ga pengen kok. It will ruin my memory w/ u."

Tuh kan. Memang enak kalau saling paham dan toleransi. Makanya… KOMUNIKASI. Penting!

Jadi sebenernya sama-sama aja.

gw takut.

situ juga.

Selamat tidur,cintaku. Mimpiin saya ya malam ini.LUpyu

ps. ths should be post a few days ago.

Honey, aya masih cinta sama kamu.

This blog celebrated its eight-monthsarry .

arya78jkt dot blogs dot friendster dot com/pages_of_my_life/ <3
Isn’t it time for me to grow up into a dot com or a dot co id? ^__*

Puuuhhhllleasssss buy me a domain!!! *LOL* i wouldn’t mind dot org dot id

+ Ever tried to look up "Dumb Blonde" on Google Images?
- No.
+ Do you know what will happen if you do?
- No.
+ You’ll see that most of the results display Paris Hilton’s face.

Yeah.

Well, anyway.

Last minute change-of-plan sucks arse.

I
received a request for such action yesterday, causing my brain to rack
up a series of quick thinking, phone calls and a variety excuses to
minimise the damage. I must say, I was surprised with the alternatives
I was able to came up with in such short notice. Perhaps I wasn’t that willing to screw up my two consecutive weekend plans.

Surely
by now you’ve realised that I’ve been talking about my weekends? It
wasn’t about work at all or anything formal like that. I do take my
weekends seriously.

So I guess I shouldn’t be that disappointed for having to refuse another offer to own a kitten.
Yes, a kitten.
Most
people who know me well are aware of how much I love cats and how I
desperately long to have one here in Jakarta. Within two months, I’ve
already received 3 offers to adopt a kitten for free. But
unfortunately, I couldn’t say yes to any, for some feline-descriminating reasons.

The first reason, the landlord doesn’t allow me to keep a pet in the
flat. Not even a bloody fish! It’s clearly written in the
landlord-tenant contract, which I can’t dodge no matter how good I am
at making excuses. Keeping the cat in secret will put my deposit
constantly at stake coz the landlord might find out. To be honest, I
can’t never consent to sacrify that much of dough even if it’s for the
cutest cat in the world. After all, I don’t fart in quid.

And there’s another reason that relates to my earlier rant on my
weekend plans. If I had a cat, the poor thing would have to be alone on
its own most of the time as I work full-time and travel part-time. I
can’t possibly put the kitty in my handbag when I go.

Hmm…
Now I’ve forgotten what I initially wanted to write.
I’ve never been good at exercising my long-term memory capability.
Or the short-term one for that matters.
Mentioning Paris Hilton has only made it worse.

Hmm…
Books?

blabla..bla bla bla obladi oblada and then…..finally bla bla bla bla
…….
…….

And now what?

Movies?

hmm blablabla bla….ble ble ble blo
……..
……..

I think now I remember what I was trying to write.

Seriously.
No Paris Hilton can write this long.
Especially not the one who says,
"Every
woman should have four pets in her life. A mink in her closet, a jaguar
in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass who pays for
everything."

PS. I’m afraid I cannot give you a straight answer shall you inquire about my out-of-the-blue vent on Paris Hilton.

Acha Septriasa - Sampai Menutup Mata

Embun di pagi buta
Menebarkan bau asa
Detik demi detik ku hitung
Inikah saat ku pergi

Oh Tuhan ku cinta dia
Berikanlah aku hidup
Takkan ku sakiti dia
Hukum aku bila terjadi

(Korus)
Aku tak mudah mencintai
Aku tak mudah mengaku ku cinta
Aku tak mudah mengatakan
Aku jatuh cinta

Senandungku hanya untuk cinta
Tirakatku hanya untuk engkau
Tiada dusta sumpah ku cinta
Sampai ku menutup mata
Cintaku sampai ku menutup mata

Oh Tuhan ku cinta dia
Berikanlah aku hidup
Takkan ku sakiti dia
Hukum aku bila terjadi

(Ulang korus)

fuck me.

a few moments ago, i stumbled upon a blog owned by a cousin’s husband.

then minutes later, i accidentally surfed to another one that belongs to my
father’s relative.

those two are from different sides of the family and the chance that they know
each other is slim.

but the latter has got a link to a family blog and there are pictures there!
thank goodness, i’m not visualised in any of the images as i’m no longer a
member of the big family since i left Rumbai.

well, no longer a regular member.
informally.

but i’m officially freaking out!

fuckity fuck fuck.

i know it’s futile to ask this but…
whatever happened to anonymous blogging???

not only the whole groupies of your old neighbourhood and the alumni of your
old schools and/or unis have got blogs of some sort these days, but now you can
also meet your bloodline virtually???

pardon me and my selfish rants but i’m suffocating.
ack!
this is too much for me.

GOD
where the hell is that shell of isolation when you need it?