2008

It's not even January.
It's not even the beginning of February.
Have I missed it? Has it been stale?

Awh.

What's with the ultimate count down on 31st Dec?
What makes it different on 12.59.59 that nite with 00.00.01 the next morning?

It's supposed to be mere continuum,

But still, a sense of erase and rewind is what's commonly felt.

the alteration of the year usually become the time when we wrap what we already had at that time,

Start to open a new wrapping sheet,
Design what kinda gift we would want to wrap up in the end of the next termine, the next new year

starting all over again.
Making up our mistakes---well for this one, you'd do it later after life, though. hahhehe

No. It's not erase and rewind. it's erase and forward. It charges new spirit into you.

It was supposed to be the moment when you can stop, asks yourself 'Am I happy?'. Answer,'yes!' and move on. Hahhaa. it's that brief happiness is, as always--doesn't it?. But always worth reminiscing.

Me?


Neah, I'm not into those things. I mean planning. hahahaa....Resolution would usually be re-solution for the next round...I never plan my life for a whole one year, Hahha! beat it for those who encourage me to build a 3 years vision and mission. :p I can't make my plan for a year, and you want me to make 3 or 5 or 10 years ?!! You're not getting it! I just can't seem to be able to do it. Not that I don't want to achieve something, the light in the end of the road is somewhat imminent, I know what I'm doing and for what means do I do what I do, now. I know that everyday's a lesson should reflect on yesterday's mistakes and turns downs. I know what I build today is for tomorrow. So do it just right and on my max, coz you can't turn back time. But that's it. As continuum as time can be, I only have past and present. Where my present is better than my past--My future will then lead. Hopefully.





That was about making plan--which I do zilch. nada. BUt on the minutes change of the year, I'd like it to be memorable. Hee hee

• This year 2008 I was fortunate to have it somewhat great. Awaiting countdown in Asakusa, Tokyo.
• Last Year, It was truly pathetic, spent the change of the year 2007 in my laboratory, Alone doing my final assignment.crash and burn!!
• The Year before that, the change to 2006 was also helluva fun. I was on 4 day Ujung Kulon trekking trip, on a grassy field viewing the beach, though alas, on the very minute of 00.00.00, it was raining heavily. So....So long the count down.
• Changing to 2005...it was that party in LFM.
• Changing to 2004...err it's getting harder....awI forgot. !!! Oh my. so far is my memory. I can't remember which occasion is when.

I am already sleepy. Betta go to bed now. Hm, One thing for sure. Over the year, my persona has evolved tremendously. Thanks to people surrounds me to whom I respect, love and always learn from. You guys and girls have been inspiration to me..Please stay so. I'm not planning on stop changing--for better me. *hugs everybodaeeeiiii* ..... ^^V OK ok. I'm getting delirious. Bye for now.

Hm..Let’s take a glance back. Not so far back. 6 years ago. When webpage was all HTML and ASP based. Nailing the script was a pain in the arse, setting a blog would be cumbersome, and friendster as I remembered, was not even in beta mode yet. Oh, but we had IRC, ICQ, and all sorta stuffs. But was there any wall containing our most cutest pose, stranding aside our ‘living the moment’ status? Our confession of ‘today’s achievement’, all-books-I’d-read, and not to forget fluffy virtual pets incessantly craving for your caress? Testimonial posts.. They say it’s social networking. But let’s move more backward...just 5 years more backward. When internet’s was not that hip. Should anyone voluntarily posted their their cutest photo, have them glued to an electricity pole or school public magazine or walls, along with their hobby, relationship status, not to mention the flirty letters ....unless you’re running your campaign for a presidency seat –or, desperately seeking partner in life in matchmaking column, I suppose in more chances the police would certainly got involved, wouldn’t they?!. =p

But now! Dozens of so they called ‘social networking’ channels for all queerness in life : MySpace, LinkedIn, Friendster and the hippiest nowadays, Facebook. Not to mention other function-structured specific ones as Goodreads, Flickr, Flixster, Tabblo, del.i.ci.ous... And in case you haven’t got enough friends you might then try others hi5 or Windmill, or...oh can’t just remembered those all I’d signed up. Pfyyuuhh!!!

Well, Yes, I’m in all of those, and more the more I got engaged, sorry friend. It’s hard to say this to a non-meta friend, I suppose, but you, have taken too much of my time! The poking, the hugging, the gift browsing...It's truly fun....but, still!...Not to mention the bandwidth mostly unbearable by internet-cafes or dial up speed internet connections. Now, considered poking and hugging meta-friends are ritual, for just poking it might take 20 seconds. Oh. et...c'est pas a moi...but most my friends have endless app already installed hence it'd take minutes (with sheer luck to have all downloaded) just to open their page!

Social Networking channels.....Well, does that means that the most people having friends on the so-called virtual space, the most popular the person? In some cases it’s even aggravated by a ‘Popularity contest’ apps, supposedly tracked by statistics on people coming by. Hm. Yep, that might be a good paramater afterall. I got great times finding my old mates and finding people in same interests allrite. But is it all about engaging friends and solely social networking? Certainly not... It’s now all about Self-Branding!

Is it that you want to take comments on others, or give charm bracelet as gifts to your girlfriends, or having an Octoberfest...what-de...No. Better admit it. It’s mostly about you, yourself. =p Which I may interpret as me, I myself and mine. Vote me, pinch me, hug me, know me, say how interesting I am. Owh. It’s no more subtle. We put everything on the wall. It’s amazing of how I could know more about you than I do myself. So long self-depreciation and modesty! There’d be no king and queen. We are all king and queens!

If we’re to name ourself a generation, hm. Generation X’s taken back in the spice girls day, Generation Y was taken all the same. then, Generation ‘I’ would be my best choice of all. Why “I”? But why not? Narcissism is the new wave, surged, washed and soaked us all over the continents!!

Anyway. I’m not saying it’s bad. It’s a phenomenon leading to other advantages. Imagine what we could do with such network and –if not said ‘easy’—tight bondness – pledge a campaign and easily aroung 4000++ people would rush voting for; held an activist movement –find those concern much about would be a click away; desperately missing someone without wanting to loose face calling over—simply send a gift! How it’s all about text and emoticon nowadays! Anyway, narcissm ain't at all bad... the more we love ourself—in any case the essential of narcissism—the more then we would love our surrounding, ain’t it?!

Adding other advantage...blending those slow social network w/ the faster ones (i.e. sms, irc, ym, etc) would make another Conversational Behaviour....at least would make us busy two or three years ahead...

See, the key is moderation and balance, as always. Thus I can tell that no way in the future virtual world would supersede real life.

The "slow" and "fast" social networks are actually "asynchronous" and
"synchronous", and thus not competing with, but complementing each other. And
you need both in the world we're about to enter.

Sure agree with the statement. Those sticking to just one side is just not getting the most of our time!

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Hmm...can’t wait the day when : the ‘poke’ application is installed in every mobile phones now all blue-toothed. Guess it’s not a great leap of technology to get to that part, afterall...it's only a matter of when the price of mobile internet would fall downright.... imagine...

A girl standing in the middle of a town square or a train station or an airport or a restaurant, holding her mobile and make sure her mobile brand arouse evidently, so that it'd be easily spotted— she stand tall...take a glance around......

Ah! cute guy 3 o’clock, 9 metres away—phone type...er...

she turn on the bluetooth...—searching mobile

....gotcha!----hmm....what about... poke! ......pinch! ................hug!

*millo, yahoo answers

5.50am
Jakarta's skyscraper's calling me
Underneath the Dusk blu-ish jakarta skies
Blue? Blu-greyish par exact. I can see it's toned to grey on the horizon.
Hm.... No morning venus I see.
The grey. Saturated Pollution.

Birds chirping outside!!

*sigh*....pity for the creature's tiny lungs...

Flex. flex. flex. good for your back...
Fridge.Warm.Cook.Iron.TV-On..
O-clip.Oceanus Bath...
Mix&Match. bad idea. bad idea. bad mix. bad match.
Hmmhh...

6.30am
I left the water dripping from the array of my soaked cleansed cloathes yesterday nite.
Just in matter of few hours. Now they're almost dry.
Anything would be rotten dry in this room.
So would me.

Creme, et la creme, et la creme... layer after layer.
Puff Puff, et voila!

Enjoy my own dish. not to forget, doing it.

Clinging dishes, same ol' reshuffled playlist n 0-clip. same ol' same ol'
Just like yesterday. all over again.

7.15am
Pair of twins (^_^....humm..so tutteeee...) --entering the elevator, along with their nannies.
Your parents gone yet, hunnies?...*sigh..
Today's kiddos, squishing little space outta this overly crowded world...the best they can...

Out.
Deep breath...
Sucking out toxic out of Jakarta skies.
Later. Later I'd cleanse out my lungs...
But now, I Gotta try harder fulfilling my oxygen req.
Ain't much is left outta your surrounding, brit
Deep breath...Sssshhhh.....
Sucking it even more.

Hufff...
Later would be forever.

Same ol' routines.Ojeg. 44.

8.00am
Outlook. Calendar.
Red Label for N. Orange for D. Blue for F.
SkyBlue for H. Green for M..Cute Cute calendar.
N,D,F,H,M. My bosses.
Getting this done. that done. Huff.
Dash off to the boss first. Hm. N,D,F,H or M first?

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A Stack of binder widely opened in my opposite.
"Direct Debit..."..."THe Costumer....clearing zone"
Trying to re-figure it all out in a process flow diagram,
scribbled down on my lap. jotting here and there.
dozens of excel sheets on the queue
slides per slides sliding
so incessantly

10.00am.
Grab some milo...perfect boast of energy in the morning.
sugar! sugar! I need sugar!

11.50am
pick some buddies to out lunch...
8th fl? Warung Senggol?
Plaza Indonesia? %$##@!!


1.30pm
Same ol' excel sheets
Same ol' presentation slides...
trends...compare...analyse...
regress. digest. deteste.

People chattering from the distance...
faintly.

tick tick

tick

tickticktick.

schwoop schwoop

schwoop....and the mouse go

Have you ever just sit, or drive, or walk aimlessly,
no pretense, without rushing anything into your head...,
or even anything outta your head...

to be just the way all senses are supposed to be.
just to s e e, to h e a r, and to f e e l...
...and to s m i l e...as your heart pleases...
...or disgusted...as your soul despise
...or to be stunned in awe...
...or...just..., ehm, .....nothing...

Well, of course you have.

Or else, you'd be a maniacly depressed...
... for not ever letting your senses breathes once and a while...

No, No, Of course you're not. Well, at least for those without melancholic personality would find it a bit harder...hehe...

Well i'm not. even little things can make me smile. and shrud for a while. People may say I'm weird for paying too much attention to such nifty things...so would they think. Hmm...

Like I stop walking and just stand when the leaves fall from their twigs...

Like I slow down my speed when I see bursts of sun rays shimmers in a morning haze...

Like I always take glance to the vast green football field on my morning jog..wishing to just open my running shoes, run above it and just make both of my feet wet of morning dew...

Like when I run in the morning, I look up upon the sky, to see whether Venus is still peeking from space out there...

Like I shruds seeing two old couples hand in hand...

Like I love seeing the reflection of traffic and car lights on wet asphalt in a cloudy after-rain-noon...

Like how I could see kiddos from the street shivers behind my hazy windshield, with the red traffic light in the background...stunned. feel empty.confused.

Like how I love to lay down during all night walk in the jungle, flexed my back and see the stars above...

Like how I miss each full moon .... and if i get lucky, with the halo surrounds it.

Like when I'm in high places, I imagine I jumped, rolled twice and fall like an acrobatic, paranoia, I know. I even see my body down there laying. in a very awkward position.

Like how I could stand strenous exercise, to have my muscles all cramped up. Just to 'feel' that all are still intact. From head to toes and each finger tips.

Like I jolted happily finding two twigs of mushrooms growing in a vast clover prairie by the seaside.

Like I love to see plastic bag swirled by the wind caressing it...and just never hit the ground.

Like I'm happy just to smile to a stranger, and to see their smiling face back at me.

Like I dear to see birds flying in V-shaped formation...not over my head, please, though.

Like I hate to see those kinda watch which slides incessantly. Not giving me any time just to stay and feel.

Like I love to see children playing, without any burden whatsoever, smiles tugging on their innocent cute faces. So free.. hehehe...can I play too?

Hhh...At these times, how much I wished I have my camera around, then I'd grab and capture the moment, the super brief persecond. Coz I know, my scattered brain wouldn't archive it better than my camera.

I know it's so cliche...but It's NOT making anybody a lunatic, ain't it? --well of course there's boundaries...hehe--And anyway, everybody needs some quality idle time, don't they!

So, Relax.

Just sit, stay, still, or just slow down your pace and . . . . f e e l . . . .

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*ey, the list might grow...so come back later...

we live only once on this bee-uu-teee-fyyuuuulll world. =D