Come on, Singapore. Do your magic!
Image courtesy of priscillaofbroadway.com
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Go West
There is nothing in the world I would rather do than watching Priscilla on Broadway.
Image courtesy of priscillaofbroadway.com
Image courtesy of priscillaofbroadway.com
Friday, December 10, 2010
someone at e! online needs to learn how to use twitter
Or do the celebrities need to retweet these first before their fans voted?
Friday, November 19, 2010
Harry bla bla bla bla bla Potter bla
I tuned myself out by the time this conversation below was taking place. Don't be alarmed by the amount of "bla"s, because that was exactly what I was hearing. I don't think crucial information is missing because of that.
I think I'm sold.
A FRIEND: Bla bla bla bla. Bla bla bla Harry Potter bla bla bla. Bla bla.
ME: Bla rame (lots of people) bla bla. Bla bla bla long queue bla.
A FRIEND: Epicentrum! 500 seats, with a lobby that can barely hold 100 people!
I think I'm sold.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
"we control the number of population of vampires in the world."
I was hanging out with a friend of mine who passed away several months ago. So, I knew there and then, that things were gonna be good. He told me he needed to tell me something; I thought it was gonna be an infatuation-related confession. His name is Jock. And he never looked better.
"We control the number of population of vampires in the world," I heard him talking easily, as if they are pest rats. He's Australian and he needed to recruit a new "controller", that was what they called themselves.
It was his place, a chic, small, nice, comfy high-end apartment in a prestigious apartment complex, just he and I, sitting on the balcony. "My European counterpart will be here in any second."
And there he was. Standing tall at the door, very European, exactly what I imagined how he would look like, Alexander Skarsgård. The European controller.
I shook his hand in a friendly manner, a bit intimidated, yet saying, "So you're also.." Skarsgård finished my sentence with, "... controlling the number of population of vampires. Yes." His voice was so as heard on TV.
It was a blurry plot after that. It involved me going to the mosque to pray (I guess it was Friday), taking care of my mom's car (I guess I had mechanic skills), washing away some flooded houses (I guess I was heroic), but I vividly remember that I was taking Skarsgård home.
"We needed someone like you. We have been looking for years now. We need someone who doesn't look European, who doesn't look like a controller, but has the mind and physical abilities like one." I think I was flattered.
I ran permutations in my head. This was all so exciting! Both controllers said that they did not use entry permit to go in a country, so I could virtually fly anywhere. They only worked like six months per year, so I could lounge anywhere I want in the other six.
Besides, I would have one of the coolest jobs ever created.
So, I decided to take the job, pack my bags, and upload some TV series that I had grown attached to to my iPod. Besides, it's gotta be cool to always hang out with Skarsgård, right?
"OK. I'll see you at the airport in five hours. Our first stop is Italy. There's an unusual activity there."
With all my bags packed, alone, I started to really process what was just going on. "I'm gonna have a COMPLETELY different life! Fighting off vampires, travel around the world, it sounds so foreign to me," I heard myself talking in my head.
It was that unfamiliar feeling that pushed me to want to call it off and tell Skarsgård that even though I decided to stay here, he and I should definitely keep in touch.
But I went on to the airport. With my bags. And the series in my iPod. Giddy as a kid. Feeling nothing but super excited.
And then I woke up.
"We control the number of population of vampires in the world," I heard him talking easily, as if they are pest rats. He's Australian and he needed to recruit a new "controller", that was what they called themselves.
It was his place, a chic, small, nice, comfy high-end apartment in a prestigious apartment complex, just he and I, sitting on the balcony. "My European counterpart will be here in any second."
And there he was. Standing tall at the door, very European, exactly what I imagined how he would look like, Alexander Skarsgård. The European controller.
I shook his hand in a friendly manner, a bit intimidated, yet saying, "So you're also.." Skarsgård finished my sentence with, "... controlling the number of population of vampires. Yes." His voice was so as heard on TV.
It was a blurry plot after that. It involved me going to the mosque to pray (I guess it was Friday), taking care of my mom's car (I guess I had mechanic skills), washing away some flooded houses (I guess I was heroic), but I vividly remember that I was taking Skarsgård home.
"We needed someone like you. We have been looking for years now. We need someone who doesn't look European, who doesn't look like a controller, but has the mind and physical abilities like one." I think I was flattered.
I ran permutations in my head. This was all so exciting! Both controllers said that they did not use entry permit to go in a country, so I could virtually fly anywhere. They only worked like six months per year, so I could lounge anywhere I want in the other six.
Besides, I would have one of the coolest jobs ever created.
So, I decided to take the job, pack my bags, and upload some TV series that I had grown attached to to my iPod. Besides, it's gotta be cool to always hang out with Skarsgård, right?
"OK. I'll see you at the airport in five hours. Our first stop is Italy. There's an unusual activity there."
With all my bags packed, alone, I started to really process what was just going on. "I'm gonna have a COMPLETELY different life! Fighting off vampires, travel around the world, it sounds so foreign to me," I heard myself talking in my head.
It was that unfamiliar feeling that pushed me to want to call it off and tell Skarsgård that even though I decided to stay here, he and I should definitely keep in touch.
But I went on to the airport. With my bags. And the series in my iPod. Giddy as a kid. Feeling nothing but super excited.
And then I woke up.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Similar to Me
The first one is understandable. The second one is predictable. The third one is without any guesses. But Mary Murphy?!
How can twitter.com detect how high my speaking pitch is by deciphering only my tweets?
Some things are just downright and simply scary.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
[spoiler alert] on Pushing Daisies and happiness
I rarely quote a line from a movie, a book, a song, a musical, or anything, unless it is really remarkably worthy. That being said, here's a line from the finale of Pushing Daisies.
BTW, I LOVE Ned. And all his insecurities. And all his castmates. I just need to learn how to speak the way they do.
And by the way #2, the finale of Pushing Daisies is one of the most astonishingly beautiful televised episodes of a series ever. EVER. EV-VER!
So here's the line. Hope I didn't spoil anyone. If so, stop reading and move on with your lives.
NED: Chuck, I try very hard to be a good boyfriend. I believe that, every day, even in the smallest ways, I try to put your happiness before my own.
CHUCK: Yeah, I agree with that whole-heartedly.
NED: I've been lying to you. Not that it's any kind of excuse, but I think it's because I've been lying to myself, too. If Lily and Vivian knew you were alive, the only person in danger would be me. And the danger itself is a lie: It's irrational fear in danger's clothing, and it's whispering in my ear, saying, "Chuck loves her mother and aunt so much there's no way she would want to spend her life with you if could still be with them." And so, I put my happiness first and told everyone that no one could know you were alive again. Especially Lily and Vivian Charles.
CHUCK: You didn't know what you were doing.
NED: I do now. I'm finally putting your happiness before my own.
Have a nice weekend. I need to bawl out my happiness first.
BTW, I LOVE Ned. And all his insecurities. And all his castmates. I just need to learn how to speak the way they do.
And by the way #2, the finale of Pushing Daisies is one of the most astonishingly beautiful televised episodes of a series ever. EVER. EV-VER!
So here's the line. Hope I didn't spoil anyone. If so, stop reading and move on with your lives.
NED: Chuck, I try very hard to be a good boyfriend. I believe that, every day, even in the smallest ways, I try to put your happiness before my own.
CHUCK: Yeah, I agree with that whole-heartedly.
NED: I've been lying to you. Not that it's any kind of excuse, but I think it's because I've been lying to myself, too. If Lily and Vivian knew you were alive, the only person in danger would be me. And the danger itself is a lie: It's irrational fear in danger's clothing, and it's whispering in my ear, saying, "Chuck loves her mother and aunt so much there's no way she would want to spend her life with you if could still be with them." And so, I put my happiness first and told everyone that no one could know you were alive again. Especially Lily and Vivian Charles.
CHUCK: You didn't know what you were doing.
NED: I do now. I'm finally putting your happiness before my own.
Have a nice weekend. I need to bawl out my happiness first.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
not for the insomniacs
I didn't sleep well last night. In a good way. I saw it coming, when it came it sucked, but I deserved it, I think. But it was because of something good.
See, back then in my senior year of high school, I always put my alarm to go off at midnight. Reason: I want to watch Newsradio. At that time, between all the other comedy series shown at midnight in Indonesia (including later, The Ellen Show, Murphy Brown, but not Friends. Friends was shown Sunday afternoon.), I connected the best with Newsradio.
The only problem was, after waking up for thirty minutes, laughing, most of the times out loud, I could not go back to sleep immediately. Adrenaline rush? Endorphin drunk? Happiness high? I think a combination between those three. Sometimes I'd lay in front of the TV for 2 hours not going back to sleep (but of course you have to know that at that time, I went to bed like 8 at night, and fell asleep no later than 9).
Learning from that, I always carefully schedule my watching comedy series schedule, so that it won't interrupt my sleeping pattern.
I succeeded to do all that until last night, when I have The Office season 5 DVDs in hand and deliberately decided that I could not wait any longer to know the story between Jim and Pam before I will finally see the grand wedding (Oh my God! Wikipedia editors already changed Pam's last name to Halpert!). So I prepared my dinner, sat on the couch, and started the first double episode. And then the next one. And the next one. And one. And before I knew it, I was drawn directly into putting the next next and next discs and started a marathon.
The marathon lasted until a wee bit after midnight. Fun times.
See, back then in my senior year of high school, I always put my alarm to go off at midnight. Reason: I want to watch Newsradio. At that time, between all the other comedy series shown at midnight in Indonesia (including later, The Ellen Show, Murphy Brown, but not Friends. Friends was shown Sunday afternoon.), I connected the best with Newsradio.
The only problem was, after waking up for thirty minutes, laughing, most of the times out loud, I could not go back to sleep immediately. Adrenaline rush? Endorphin drunk? Happiness high? I think a combination between those three. Sometimes I'd lay in front of the TV for 2 hours not going back to sleep (but of course you have to know that at that time, I went to bed like 8 at night, and fell asleep no later than 9).
Learning from that, I always carefully schedule my watching comedy series schedule, so that it won't interrupt my sleeping pattern.
I succeeded to do all that until last night, when I have The Office season 5 DVDs in hand and deliberately decided that I could not wait any longer to know the story between Jim and Pam before I will finally see the grand wedding (Oh my God! Wikipedia editors already changed Pam's last name to Halpert!). So I prepared my dinner, sat on the couch, and started the first double episode. And then the next one. And the next one. And one. And before I knew it, I was drawn directly into putting the next next and next discs and started a marathon.
The marathon lasted until a wee bit after midnight. Fun times.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
But at least it is not "What I Did for Love."
Monday, February 02, 2009
it was once said that Roger Federer ...
... kept winning because he was really nice, making people not want to beat him.
So, how about the also really nice Rafael Nadal this year, then?
However, congratz to these amazing players. It's always entertaining to see them both.
So, how about the also really nice Rafael Nadal this year, then?
However, congratz to these amazing players. It's always entertaining to see them both.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
your broadway weekend
Wanting to see that Australian Women's Finals this afternoon with having nothing to do while waiting? Starting to rummaging through YouTube and stumble to some awesome videos that will keep you busy? Oh. Is it just me?
Well, at least, I think these two videos below are exemplary. One, is a modern twist of a classic (my favorite) number from a classic (my favorite) musical: "What I Did for Love", from A Chorus Line. Sung by Mary J. Blige, a smorgasboard of my favorite things.
But wait. This second video is even better. A classic twist of a classic number from a classic musical, sung by one of my favorite actors/people in the world. Sunset Boulevard from Sunset Boulevard by John Barrowman a.k.a I still can't believe that he is not as famous as he could possibly be.
I just love his boyish and playful timbre.
Enjoy!
Well, at least, I think these two videos below are exemplary. One, is a modern twist of a classic (my favorite) number from a classic (my favorite) musical: "What I Did for Love", from A Chorus Line. Sung by Mary J. Blige, a smorgasboard of my favorite things.
But wait. This second video is even better. A classic twist of a classic number from a classic musical, sung by one of my favorite actors/people in the world. Sunset Boulevard from Sunset Boulevard by John Barrowman a.k.a I still can't believe that he is not as famous as he could possibly be.
I just love his boyish and playful timbre.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
on commitment and letting go - WordCamp Indonesia 2009
Each of the top 75 American Idol 4 contestants had to stand in front of Randy, Paula, and Simon singing their choice of song without any back up whatsoever. Before they started singing, they had to say the things they learned that week. If I were one of them, and if the week was last week, I would have said, "This week, I learned about commitment and letting go," as last weekend, I attended WordCamp Indonesia 2009, a forum privately organized by Valent Mustamin.
The forum gathered WordPress freaks from all over the world quite literally and figuratively. There were bloggers, developers, designers, theme designers, end users, publicists, marketers, educators, from Indonesia, Malaysia, and the USA. Well, alright. From Indonesia, Malaysia, and one from the US.
Throughout the whole two-day event, there is only one thing in- and exhaled by every single one people at Erasmus Huis auditorium: Commitment. I have never seen such strongly committed group at an event before.
It is only fair though, since one of the reasons behind the thriving of WordPress is its committed community. Initially conceived as a technology to automatically convert a double prime into a double quotation mark, WordPress grew to be a (if not the most) potential tool that reshapes how the people use and develop the internet.
It looks like that commitment is also hailed by the WordPress co-developer, Matt Mullenweg, who flew thousands of miles to see us, and generously shared some behind-the-curtain peek on WordPress' history, present, and future. He also informed us that Indonesia, a country with less than 10% penetration of the internet, is actually a strong force to be reckon with at Wordpress.com. Cool.
He and other speakers that include Romi Satria Wahono, Nanda Ivens, Nukman Luthfie, and a number of panelists, also shared their experience in dealing with WordPress, conveying a second lesson for me: letting go.
Matt shortly explained that letting go the feeling to control everything (in other word, delegating) was one of the keys to his success. Nanda implied that we need to start moving forward and letting go the complete cover-up of anything said about us or our products.
Romi let us know some of the techniques that he uses to use blogging as to educate his students. Nukman pointed out that letting go some closely guarded internal information and loosening the membrane to our customer was the point of new marketing, while the panels were letting go the sense of exclusivity of their projects, so that we were able to learn from them.
All and all, the highlights of the event was when Matt admitted that he is a typography freak, which for me, answers a LOT of questions to answer why I am so drawn to WordPress. I told him, that WordPress got me at "Hello," he wittily corrected saying that WordPress got me at "Howdy." Of course he's right.
It is also fair to say that we were all starstruck by the man behind WordPress, who is very real and approachable. I coyly apologized for being late to realize that it was his birthdayweek, and wished him happy birthweek. To that, he responded, "Oh, thanks and no problem. I intended to make it my birthmonth anyway."
Now we have as many as 7 American Idol winners already and are on our way to find number eight this year. But for the moment, last weekend, our American idol was standing right before our eyes.
At least mine.
PS: Other blog posts about WordCamp Indonesia 2009. Mostly written by bloggers much higher than my caliber. (Please feel free to add yours too in the comments section if I had not read/noticed yours).
A Thank You Note from Valent Mustamin.
Pitra had a chance to have dinner with Matt and others on the second day.
I took Kuncoro's infamous picture!
While wongkito took insanely creative pictures.
Even Matt recognized the popularity of crowd pleaser Ndoro Kakung.
The luckiest, yet deserving attendee: Rivermaya who won both the bonus on the first day and the grand door prize on the second day.
Rara is excited (or shocked?) that there's gonna be another WordPress update soon.
The other former Indo-Hamburger (but much more famous) in the room who was up till 3 but ready at 9. Respekt.
F from Bloggingly beat me to collecting review links from other bloggers.
PPS: Picture(s) will come up soon after I found my cell phone's USB cable. Gah!
The forum gathered WordPress freaks from all over the world quite literally and figuratively. There were bloggers, developers, designers, theme designers, end users, publicists, marketers, educators, from Indonesia, Malaysia, and the USA. Well, alright. From Indonesia, Malaysia, and one from the US.
Throughout the whole two-day event, there is only one thing in- and exhaled by every single one people at Erasmus Huis auditorium: Commitment. I have never seen such strongly committed group at an event before.
It is only fair though, since one of the reasons behind the thriving of WordPress is its committed community. Initially conceived as a technology to automatically convert a double prime into a double quotation mark, WordPress grew to be a (if not the most) potential tool that reshapes how the people use and develop the internet.
It looks like that commitment is also hailed by the WordPress co-developer, Matt Mullenweg, who flew thousands of miles to see us, and generously shared some behind-the-curtain peek on WordPress' history, present, and future. He also informed us that Indonesia, a country with less than 10% penetration of the internet, is actually a strong force to be reckon with at Wordpress.com. Cool.
He and other speakers that include Romi Satria Wahono, Nanda Ivens, Nukman Luthfie, and a number of panelists, also shared their experience in dealing with WordPress, conveying a second lesson for me: letting go.
Matt shortly explained that letting go the feeling to control everything (in other word, delegating) was one of the keys to his success. Nanda implied that we need to start moving forward and letting go the complete cover-up of anything said about us or our products.
Romi let us know some of the techniques that he uses to use blogging as to educate his students. Nukman pointed out that letting go some closely guarded internal information and loosening the membrane to our customer was the point of new marketing, while the panels were letting go the sense of exclusivity of their projects, so that we were able to learn from them.
All and all, the highlights of the event was when Matt admitted that he is a typography freak, which for me, answers a LOT of questions to answer why I am so drawn to WordPress. I told him, that WordPress got me at "Hello," he wittily corrected saying that WordPress got me at "Howdy." Of course he's right.
It is also fair to say that we were all starstruck by the man behind WordPress, who is very real and approachable. I coyly apologized for being late to realize that it was his birth
Now we have as many as 7 American Idol winners already and are on our way to find number eight this year. But for the moment, last weekend, our American idol was standing right before our eyes.
At least mine.
PS: Other blog posts about WordCamp Indonesia 2009. Mostly written by bloggers much higher than my caliber. (Please feel free to add yours too in the comments section if I had not read/noticed yours).
A Thank You Note from Valent Mustamin.
Pitra had a chance to have dinner with Matt and others on the second day.
I took Kuncoro's infamous picture!
While wongkito took insanely creative pictures.
Even Matt recognized the popularity of crowd pleaser Ndoro Kakung.
The luckiest, yet deserving attendee: Rivermaya who won both the bonus on the first day and the grand door prize on the second day.
Rara is excited (or shocked?) that there's gonna be another WordPress update soon.
The other former Indo-Hamburger (but much more famous) in the room who was up till 3 but ready at 9. Respekt.
F from Bloggingly beat me to collecting review links from other bloggers.
PPS: Picture(s) will come up soon after I found my cell phone's USB cable. Gah!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
recent youtube find
An email from the dude believing that I love a particular Bulgarian performer, brought me to my most recent find on youtube.
I feel a bit sorry for myself though for surrendering the wants to blog about more interesting episodes of my life for this. But this youtube video will brighten up your day just because it bleeds with passion. Plus, it's one of my favorite holiday songs.
Let me say one thing, though. Nothing in the world would prepare you for 03:07.
If there is any questions, no, I don't sing with falsettos like that.
Anymore.
I feel a bit sorry for myself though for surrendering the wants to blog about more interesting episodes of my life for this. But this youtube video will brighten up your day just because it bleeds with passion. Plus, it's one of my favorite holiday songs.
Let me say one thing, though. Nothing in the world would prepare you for 03:07.
If there is any questions, no, I don't sing with falsettos like that.
Anymore.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Resolution #1 - the basic of
The fundamental of decluttering is actually one simple process: finish the task. If the task is as simple as eating dinner, that means the task consists of preparing dinner, eating in up, cleaning it up, washing the dishes, and putting back all things in their places. After you put back all things in their place, the task is then considered done.
This is the area that I need to work on. Not only in eating dinner, but in many other tasks like taking a bath (ended with putting the laundry in the bin - five meters away, but so?), writing reports (ended with cataloging them, which I never did), or retouching pictures (ended with putting them away from the desktop to their respective folders).
I have been somewhat good to excellent in jump-starting a task. I find it exciting to get my hands on something new, even though it is on something demanding like a task. But I have not been able to finish it as together as I started it. Well, at least not as together as I want it to be.
So one of the strategy that might work for me is actually keeping the excitement level to a high, or if it is too tiring, try to cleverly distribute the level of excitement throughout the whole task.
I'm so excited to try doing my task in this new approach!
Oops. Spoke to soon.
This is the area that I need to work on. Not only in eating dinner, but in many other tasks like taking a bath (ended with putting the laundry in the bin - five meters away, but so?), writing reports (ended with cataloging them, which I never did), or retouching pictures (ended with putting them away from the desktop to their respective folders).
I have been somewhat good to excellent in jump-starting a task. I find it exciting to get my hands on something new, even though it is on something demanding like a task. But I have not been able to finish it as together as I started it. Well, at least not as together as I want it to be.
So one of the strategy that might work for me is actually keeping the excitement level to a high, or if it is too tiring, try to cleverly distribute the level of excitement throughout the whole task.
I'm so excited to try doing my task in this new approach!
Oops. Spoke to soon.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Resolution #2 - Oatmeal in Protein Shakes
I love... No, I LOVE oatmeal in my protein shakes. It gives it texture, replacing the texture that is usually given by crushed ice (since my fridge will not produce ice without fish smell).
And it made me not have to eat it as breakfast.
Yay for oatmeal smoothies!
And it made me not have to eat it as breakfast.
Yay for oatmeal smoothies!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2009 resolution
Resolutions!
Anyway. I'm gonna keep this short. The resolutions, not the post. The post. Hmm.. It can be lengthy. At least that's what I have in mind.
I'm only gonna keep 2009 resolution to under 10 things. Right now, I'm aiming for five things only. Because what is more important is not the resolution itself, but the follow up. So, let's start.
Oh, before the reveal, I will tell you that in order to achieve these resolutions I will use the work of some people that have been inspiring me throughout occasions in 2008. So, here it is.
One: Decluttering.
Model: Michael, Peter Walsh.
Michael has shown me how decluttering can be useful as well as a drag in your life. But I know I need it. I need to master it. That's when Peter Walsh, a professional organizer walks in. In 2009, I'll learn and master decluttering imminently. There is no 'wait' in the dictionary.
First things first: Decluttering my bedroom and playroom.
Two: A more intelligent approach in exercising.
Model: Craig Ballantyne.
So far, I am proud to say that my exercising habit has been good. However, there is still a department that I need to improve. Strength. Craig Ballantyne has kept me excited in exercising through his innovatively crafted, interestingly thought, and challenging routines. It's entertaining to see his videos in youtube. And no, not because of his abs or his cute Canadian accent.
First things first: Combining Yoga and strength training to do handstand.
Three: A comprehensive knowledge of knowledge management in the web.
Model: Brad and the people behind ALA.
Web 2.0 has grown further than what I have anticipated, learned, and experienced. I need to get back on track and experiment and absorb and practice as many technology as possible. Earlier this year, Brad introduced me to Firebug, a Firefox extension that will, in his own words, "Change your life." He was right.
First things first: Buy a web hosting plan. I'm thinking in masterwebnet.com. And then put an online portfolio.
Four: Get some education on money.
Model: Suze Orman.
The timestamp on a book I owned titled, 'Save or Sorry: Kesejahteraan Finansial Sepenuhnya di Tangan Anda,' is 2003. But only five years later I really want to put the things I read and learned in practice. So thank God for Suze Orman. 'People first, Then money. Then things,' will be one of my mantras in 2009.
First things first: Create an expense tracking system.
Five: Read books.
Model: Nick Hornby.
You know what is one of my biggest fears? Knowing the statistic of unread books currently on my book shelves. Yes. Shelves. So, this year, I will read and read and read like a fiend, just because I wanted to live up to the image I've been struggling with for all my life: a book reader. Yes, I read. But I think I haven't read as many (and as interesting) as I want. I mean, have you read Nick Hornby's 'The Pollysyllabic Spree'? Yeah, me neither.
First things first: Finish reading 'English Writing' and move on to 'Rich Dad's Cashflow Quadrant.'
Six: Better in catching up with people.
Model: Michael and Geget.
Just ask these two awesome friends of mine about how awful I am in keeping up with my friendships or any other forms of relationships (like with relatives and stuff). On the contrary, they are two of the BEST people in terms of keeping theirs afloat. I wish I have a quarter of their energy to do that. I'll dig that in me in 2009.
So there you go. Six. Of course there is the sixth, seventh, and eighth ones, but revealing them means revealing a perfecter, better, and groovier side of me.
Let's leave it like this.
Happy New Year!
Anyway. I'm gonna keep this short. The resolutions, not the post. The post. Hmm.. It can be lengthy. At least that's what I have in mind.
I'm only gonna keep 2009 resolution to under 10 things. Right now, I'm aiming for five things only. Because what is more important is not the resolution itself, but the follow up. So, let's start.
Oh, before the reveal, I will tell you that in order to achieve these resolutions I will use the work of some people that have been inspiring me throughout occasions in 2008. So, here it is.
One: Decluttering.
Model: Michael, Peter Walsh.
Michael has shown me how decluttering can be useful as well as a drag in your life. But I know I need it. I need to master it. That's when Peter Walsh, a professional organizer walks in. In 2009, I'll learn and master decluttering imminently. There is no 'wait' in the dictionary.
First things first: Decluttering my bedroom and playroom.
Two: A more intelligent approach in exercising.
Model: Craig Ballantyne.
So far, I am proud to say that my exercising habit has been good. However, there is still a department that I need to improve. Strength. Craig Ballantyne has kept me excited in exercising through his innovatively crafted, interestingly thought, and challenging routines. It's entertaining to see his videos in youtube. And no, not because of his abs or his cute Canadian accent.
First things first: Combining Yoga and strength training to do handstand.
Three: A comprehensive knowledge of knowledge management in the web.
Model: Brad and the people behind ALA.
Web 2.0 has grown further than what I have anticipated, learned, and experienced. I need to get back on track and experiment and absorb and practice as many technology as possible. Earlier this year, Brad introduced me to Firebug, a Firefox extension that will, in his own words, "Change your life." He was right.
First things first: Buy a web hosting plan. I'm thinking in masterwebnet.com. And then put an online portfolio.
Four: Get some education on money.
Model: Suze Orman.
The timestamp on a book I owned titled, 'Save or Sorry: Kesejahteraan Finansial Sepenuhnya di Tangan Anda,' is 2003. But only five years later I really want to put the things I read and learned in practice. So thank God for Suze Orman. 'People first, Then money. Then things,' will be one of my mantras in 2009.
First things first: Create an expense tracking system.
Five: Read books.
Model: Nick Hornby.
You know what is one of my biggest fears? Knowing the statistic of unread books currently on my book shelves. Yes. Shelves. So, this year, I will read and read and read like a fiend, just because I wanted to live up to the image I've been struggling with for all my life: a book reader. Yes, I read. But I think I haven't read as many (and as interesting) as I want. I mean, have you read Nick Hornby's 'The Pollysyllabic Spree'? Yeah, me neither.
First things first: Finish reading 'English Writing' and move on to 'Rich Dad's Cashflow Quadrant.'
Six: Better in catching up with people.
Model: Michael and Geget.
Just ask these two awesome friends of mine about how awful I am in keeping up with my friendships or any other forms of relationships (like with relatives and stuff). On the contrary, they are two of the BEST people in terms of keeping theirs afloat. I wish I have a quarter of their energy to do that. I'll dig that in me in 2009.
So there you go. Six. Of course there is the sixth, seventh, and eighth ones, but revealing them means revealing a perfecter, better, and groovier side of me.
Let's leave it like this.
Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I did not voluntarily put down 'negative' as my weakness for no reason
I just got back from a trip outta town, bringing back some delicacies, which is a very rare custom of mine. This dialogue happened when I giddily announced that I had something for everybody (like seven minutes ago).
Me: So, I got four packs of these. I only want this one. So you can have these two, and the last one is for her (Mrs. XYZ).
Not me: Oh, Mrs. XYZ won't like this (with a smile implying, 'You don't know her?'). She said it was too sweet.
Me: ...
Yoga breathing, yoga breathing, yoga breathing.
Me: So, I got four packs of these. I only want this one. So you can have these two, and the last one is for her (Mrs. XYZ).
Not me: Oh, Mrs. XYZ won't like this (with a smile implying, 'You don't know her?'). She said it was too sweet.
Me: ...
Yoga breathing, yoga breathing, yoga breathing.
Monday, December 22, 2008
compulsive not eating
See I knew it.
Two days ago, on one cloudy Saturday, after a BodyBalance class, I randomly had the urge to weigh myself. It's been three months (or even more) since I weighed myself the last time, and at that time I still remember how I looked down to see the numbers and heaved a sigh replacing the words I supposed to say, "See? It's still 64."
So two days ago, at the gym I decided to step back on to the scale again, with full awareness that they might have messed with the scale in order to make people look weigh a little more so that they will renew their membership.
OR, they might have messed the scale up by making people look weigh less so that they will think that the gym does bring some results.
In conclusion, I stepped on the scale, only confided a tiny little bit in it.
I weighed 66 kgs. 66! SIXTY SIX! I have never, I mean, NEVER reached somewhere over 65 before. So this is good news right? Right? But wait. This is the gym scale. Not my own scale. My regular scale. People have messed this thing up. So I stepped down, went to the shower thinking, ah well, at least I am within the range.
Yesterday, after my 4th meal (a banana and a scoop of peanut butter. Yum!), I decided to weigh myself. Out of the blue. So I walked to my bathroom, put my feet on the scale, and looked down.
It was 66 kg.
So, yay! It WAS really 66.
BUT guess what happened today. Today, I don't feel like eating. As always. Like what The Beatles say, "When I'm sixty-four." Gah. So, I skipped my second and fourth meal.
I know.
PS: I still don't know how many percent of that 66 was fat, but I believe and safely assume that it was somewhere below twenty. Hahahaha.
PS2: I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I checked my weight a couple of days ago. Maybe I should stop checking my weight after all.
Two days ago, on one cloudy Saturday, after a BodyBalance class, I randomly had the urge to weigh myself. It's been three months (or even more) since I weighed myself the last time, and at that time I still remember how I looked down to see the numbers and heaved a sigh replacing the words I supposed to say, "See? It's still 64."
So two days ago, at the gym I decided to step back on to the scale again, with full awareness that they might have messed with the scale in order to make people look weigh a little more so that they will renew their membership.
OR, they might have messed the scale up by making people look weigh less so that they will think that the gym does bring some results.
In conclusion, I stepped on the scale, only confided a tiny little bit in it.
I weighed 66 kgs. 66! SIXTY SIX! I have never, I mean, NEVER reached somewhere over 65 before. So this is good news right? Right? But wait. This is the gym scale. Not my own scale. My regular scale. People have messed this thing up. So I stepped down, went to the shower thinking, ah well, at least I am within the range.
Yesterday, after my 4th meal (a banana and a scoop of peanut butter. Yum!), I decided to weigh myself. Out of the blue. So I walked to my bathroom, put my feet on the scale, and looked down.
It was 66 kg.
So, yay! It WAS really 66.
BUT guess what happened today. Today, I don't feel like eating. As always. Like what The Beatles say, "When I'm sixty-four." Gah. So, I skipped my second and fourth meal.
I know.
PS: I still don't know how many percent of that 66 was fat, but I believe and safely assume that it was somewhere below twenty. Hahahaha.
PS2: I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I checked my weight a couple of days ago. Maybe I should stop checking my weight after all.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
what about dooce?
Today, I had to sit for 8 hours in a training room to take part in a thing they called Integrated Project Management In-house Training. It was OK, until I saw the form which we had to fill stating what are the things that we expect from the sessions etc., which I believe was conceived at least 20 years ago.
Under which media you read, I had to choose between:
Newspaper: Kompas, Media Indonesia, gibberish1, gibberish2, gibberish3
Magazine: Gatra, Tempo, SWA (what?!), gibberish4, gibberish5.
Yeah. Men's Health is not an option.
Others:
So, I filled out 'Others' more with media that have a 'dot' in the name. kottke.org. boingboing.net. newyorktimes.com.
In my mind, there are some others that I don't need to divulge here. And they all think that the Internet is for Porn.
Under which media you read, I had to choose between:
Newspaper: Kompas, Media Indonesia, gibberish1, gibberish2, gibberish3
Magazine: Gatra, Tempo, SWA (what?!), gibberish4, gibberish5.
Yeah. Men's Health is not an option.
Others:
So, I filled out 'Others' more with media that have a 'dot' in the name. kottke.org. boingboing.net. newyorktimes.com.
In my mind, there are some others that I don't need to divulge here. And they all think that the Internet is for Porn.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
O Pacote: Highlight of the Week
This week was full of things going on. But between returning from Seram island with a bunch of pictures and stories to tell, the bowling game with a good friend from college, the Halloween party where I courageously dressed up as a pirate, the wonderful Saturday when I shamelessly slept for about 10 hours during the day, the highlight of the week actually came Thursday when a package, much bigger than I thought, less heavier than I assumed, and much much more interesting that I could have ever anticipated, came to my hand.
On the top of the package is a pack Dr. Who figurines, from one of its monumental episode: Daleks in Manhattan. The episode was so good, for combining Dr. Who and Broadway, adventure and love story, new and old.
And a stack of cleverly chosen magazines and a tabloid, including, in the words of my hangout buddy, ".. a really good design magazine. I never thought that he is into 'Wallpaper' kind of thing." That hangout buddy needs to learn more about the awesome guy who sent me the package, especially regarding his good eyes when it comes to design.
A gargantuan pin of Danny from NKOTB 2. Love it! I knew that "Who's your favorite New Kid" would mean more than just a question. The pin is huge. The diameter is about 12 cm.
A gorgeous watch. It's a little loose, so I might need to take off one or two chains. Or eat more so that my wrist would bloat to fill the chain up. But that's not a wise option, I think.
After only like 15 minutes, the Dalek from the Dr. Who package already invaded the room. Hammo was so afraid, he surrendered.There are four other things in there, but will talk about it later, perhaps.
Thanks, dude!
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