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I have no idea why, but I made a photo-blog-ish-type thing. I already have my dA account, and flickr as well (though I haven't touched flickr in eons).. And I promised myself I wouldn't spread my work around until I've learnt how to watermark my stuff.. But I can't resist. Its just one of those things.. Hahaha..! I'm a fickle, fickle person.

Lately I've found myself full of ideas for essays. All on fiction. I really shouldn't have stuck it out in politics - but it is such a fun subject to study.

Anyway, this has resulted in lengthy discussions and arguements with Mama dearest regarding works of fiction spanning from classics to contemporary fiction. She declared I would have passed all her classes with flying colours. Then she told me to get on with my under-grad thesis. I was supposed to click my fingers and suddenly go from talking about the impact of culture in an author's characterization and signature flair in telling stories to ponder the impact of technical assistance in dealing with HIV/AIDS in Indonesia!

Of course considering how everyone jumps from talking about one thing to another in what is supposed to be 'quiet, relaxed afternoon coffee times', in this family.. with heated voices no less.. I shouldn't be surprised.

*sigh*

I much prefer talking about fiction than the real world. I understand it so much better. *laments*

I suppose I better get on with it then.

Ciao!

Without words to express,
All the things I repress,
Without fail I will try,
To.. put on my resolve face and suck it. Because things are never going to change if I don't force myself to change them. Yes? *sigh*

Yes, I'm sucky at poetry, and I will try never to inflict it upon the world ever again.

But yes, without words. Which is strange, because I talk and write too much, and I blabber on incessantly. But I'm trying, because playing this game is fun.

Which makes me a masochist. (Because by GOD.. I *know* how this will end!!)

Drifting is only fun when you know that you have a home to go back to.

Dreaming is great when you know the reality you're living wont tear you apart with its harsh truths.

But I've always been a fool, prone to jumping when I know that there's no one to catch me when I fall.

Only.. Maybe.. This time.. I shouldn't have jumped.

My favouritest poem evuh. I know. Not a word. Robert Frost. This particular poem got me through a lot of crap from junior high all through university, and even now.. Fond memories of this poem written in huge cursive letters in a house shared with my bestest friends.


Of course I don't think it can beat my other all time favourite!


Hee :D

Trailer. For the new Star Trek movie.. I'm.. torn.. It looks too much like Star Wars. Kirk looks stupid. Whats with the high speed chase on land? This isn't effing Star Wars! Fudge fudge fudge.. I'm nervous. They may be butchering one of my all time fave TV series and its movie tie-ins. Why couldn't they have made a Next Generation movie? We still love Next Gen! Of Voyager.. Or DS9.. Or Star Trek : Enterprise..??

They shouldn't have touched the original series. Kirk is Shatner. Who's the weird lookin' guy playing Kirk? Damn it. Leave my childhood alone, Hollywood!!!!

My current list of small joys I’ve recently experienced;

-          My housemate breaking in song as she woke up. As in – she opened her eyes at 8 am and immediately sang

-          Finding the perfect shade of maroon-y, wine-y nail polish which looks fab on my nails

-          Stumbling across Jakarta. And I do mean stumbling..

*is content*

Despite the idiots in parliament approving the Anti Pornografi thingamajigs. Idiots. Hypocritical idiots.

Anyways..! Adventures in Jakarta, featuring Yours Trully!

So these past few weeks (lies. Its closer to 'days'), I've been finding my way around Jakarta. I do use the word 'finding' here in the loosest possible way, because I accidentally stumble across roads I know, and/or call someone up in a panic to get directions. Its all rather amusing really. I should get screenshots of a map of Jakarta to give you some ideas of the areas I've recently covered, but that's too much of a fuss. And Google Earth exists for people who are that curious! Haha.

Yes. So.. It started with The Dork's birthday, when I triumphantly memorized the way to his house, only to find out that in the mornings you have to take a different route because portals are closed and opened at different times to confuse poor travelers like yours truly. But no matter! At least I know how to get to his house at night! He's located somewhere in Bekasi, and me.. I'm in Condet - all the way down in East Jakarta. Feel my sense of accomplishment and celebrate with me! Tis a formidable distance!

And then I learnt the way to Odie's house! All the way in Casablanca! (Credit for the nick 'Odie'  goes to my Housemate who Odie reffers to as Garfield!) And and and.. I actually knew the road which leads to her house! I was on familiar territory. Again. Feel the joy. Because I rarely feel any place in Jakarta as being 'familiar', I'm a huge homebody in Jakarta, and only crawl out to hang out in 3 set places - Citos, PI Mall and Kemang. So 'familiar territory' that doesn't include those three makes me happy.

BUT.

Yes big BUT here.. My sense of direction is rather terrible. I could get places, but I never seem to be able to find my way home! I've been to Twinno's area a couple of dozen times, which is somewhere in Bintaro and yet, I loose my way everytime I have to come home! The routine for us is me, calling him every few minutes to fearfully ask the way, and him never reassuring me, just laughing in a maniacal way, telling me some mass murderer is hiding around the corner. No, he's not exactly the most helpful person out there.

And apparently my idiocy never stops. Yesterday I took Odie home, and promptly lost my way. Confident I was going in the right direction I ignored her questions of whether or not I was sure I knew the way, and I brushed her off with bold statements of "I know! Yeah yeah..".. And regretted it 10 minutes later. I was of course too proud (and idiotic) to call her up for directions, so I turned corners when I should have gone straight on, and made u-turns at places I never should have been in, in the first place! FUN! At 11 pm, among huge, towering buildings on the rain slicked road, listening to Travis' newest album. Instead of being scared (as any normal person should) I felt sort of.. grown up.

I have no idea where I first got the idea to associate the situation of being lost in the middle of a city, driving on my own with the feeling of 'being all grown up', but there it is. Idiotic grin on my face, I call my brother. Panicking only when he asked me 'where the f*** is Setiabudi Building'. Thank F*** his friends were there to remind him! *sigh*

And today.. Today was my biggest "Yay" of all. I found my way to.. Bunderan H.I.!! AHAHA! It would of course be more impressive if I didn't go there every time I'm in Jakarta to pick my Dad up from work. But I've never driven the car there, and never on my own! At least.. That's my defence!

Haha! I do feel very cool right now!

I went baby-supplies-shopping today with my cousins, and I was drooling! All the pretty colours! The soft fabrics! Cushy toys! I don't want to have a baby, I want to be one! I want to roll around a rainbow coloured blanket, hugging a squeaky Elmo while laughing gleefully.

The joys of being a baby today. All the gadgets that make noise! I'm (physically) not a baby (not sure about my mental capabilities though), and I was ecstatic. Till around about the time we had to pay for the stuff we threw into the baskets. Damn.. Babies are expensive. Further cementing my thoughts of wanting to be one, and not having one.

Gah.

My cousin is due December, and will be my first direct nephew/niece. I'm nervous! And excited! My family is so close knit, and this addition will be an odd, but welcomed one. We've already decided if its a girl we're keeping her away from pink, and if its a boy.. Well we haven't really decided much. Hahaha..!

And being in that store.. I was sleepy for more than half the time..! The smell of babies = sleepy time!

So with that, I'm gonna grab a cup of coffee and cuddle my blanket for a short nap before I return to real life.

So lately I'm obsessed with stand-up comedians, youtube and torrents are my best friends. Mock The Week, Comedy Store, Live At The Apollo.. Dear Goddess above I am filled with giggles! It started with Adam Hills.. This dude who was mocking coloured tampons (yes, I'm still amazed at the existence of coloured tampons). That sort of expanded on to Russell Howard, Frankie Boyle, Jon Richardson, Alun Cochrane, Mark Watson, Stephen K Amos, and countless others.. And they're all English (Here I'm being deliberately flippant by not mentioning one is Welsh, one is Scottish.. Adam Hills is Australian, therefore English :P its a small joke on my part).

But yes.

I miss the kind of comedy that mocks everything intelligently, but gets that comedy is comedy - therefore it shouldn't be pretending that its anything more. Not the Tukul kind of comedy which makes me kinda want to hurt myself badly just so I could escape the emotional pain. Is it too much to hope for that Indonesians will come up with something similar soon?

Am I being a snob? Its all extremes with Indonesians! Either its idiotic, simple formulated slap sticks or elaborate parodies of 'serious matters'.

I mean, take Republik Mimpi. Its fine and all, but the hoots and boos by the audience make me sort of queasy. And everyone ends up taking everything seriously! They are after all a 'critical look at the government with criticisms delivered comically' - not any official summary, just what I've gathered from fans every time I groan and turn away from the tv when they stick it on. Impersonating officials can be funny I guess, but not so when your punchline stays the same every episode!

So I want.. light yet intelligent comedy. Not necessarily talking of world issues, just your everyday quirks like the need to put kitchen utensils in order. Or why Americans are the most optimistic people on Earth - yes, taken from clips I've seen.

From someone who gets labeled cheesy, I sure am opinionated about comedy, lol :P

(Oh.. I do like American stand ups like Jeff Dunham and sometimes.. Russell Peters, but I merely like. Never really got obsessed!)

I giggle way too much for someone who really does not like overly perky people.

That is strange, yes?

I'm.. A happy person. Though you wouldn't know it from reading my lj! But I am.. I am Miss Smiles. I smile and I giggle and I laugh and I snark. What? Happy people are allowed to snark, snerk and bump boobies with aggression. I digress.

Happy is different from perky. I can be happy and subdued. Perky is bouncing up to someone at the ungodly hour of 7 am, cheerfully dragging a grumpy sleep-deprived person to go coo over puppies.

(Note: I'm a cat person!)

In books, perky people will 'squeal with happiness, and they giggle with glee', and other such horrific expressions of joys, happy people are 'happy, they laugh joyfully' . There's a thin line between the two, I'll give you that. But I am a happy person. Not so much perky. Thank you.

*twirls, bows and spins out*

I am a stupid, stupid person who deserves her head banged into a wall!

*takes a deep breath*

So. I was applying for an internship right.. And as per usual, I handed in my CV.. With my email address on it.. The one which I forgot the password to. And the prompt-question-thingy left me speechless, as I have no idea what "Whuzza??" is supposed to mean!

I'm thinking I was temporarily insane, or possibly high on something when I made it. Idjet. I know.

That was like.. three or so weeks ago, and I'm still wracking my brains, trying to remember the god-damned thing. Then it hit me. TEH INTERWEBS!

I SEEK HELP.

Can someone please help me hack into my account? It's a gmail account.. I don't know if it's possible, but I'm desperate here.

Help?