Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Sneak peek

Therry tagged me to post my working desk's photo. I say it's not a very good idea as my working desk always messy with papers and other things.

But I'm a brave girl, so here it is.... sneak peek to my working desk at the office:

Nothing interesting to see right, I only have 1 photo on the left side of my computer. Anita & Melly gave it to us after girls holiday in Bali to celebrate their hen's night.

Such a plain and boring working desk eh.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Yarra Valley

Proudly to announce that my photo has been selected for inclusion in the newly released sixth edition of Schmap Melbourne Guide:

Yarra Valley

Never think that my amateur photo taken by amateur digital camera is considered good enough to appear in the guide site.

I'm so excited to take some beautiful photos from my next holiday destination, and hopefully they will select our Canberra photo as well.

PS. No, they didn't pay me for the photo, but I still proud of it because of the recognition.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Malaysian fatwa agency forbids Yoga for Muslims

Taken from The Jakarta Post

An authority on religious affairs in Malaysia has issued a fatwa saying Yoga is forbidden for Muslims.

The fatwa, announced by the National Fatwa Agency on Saturday, deems Yoga incorporates physical movements, musical sounds, singings and adorations that are not inline with Islamic teachings.

The agency said that the fatwa was not legally binding and that it would only serve as a formal opinion representing members of Muslim community in Malaysia. According to the latest census report, currently there are about 27 million Muslims in the country or about two-third of the total population.

The controversy about Yoga in the largely Muslim populated country became a public attention recently, following a statement of a lecturer at the Malaysia National University, Zakaria Stapa, which said that Yoga is an element of Hindu teachings and that it could affect the faith of Yoga practicing Muslims.

He argued that Yoga distances Muslims from Islam.

In response to his statements, a civil society group -- Malaysian Muslim Solidarity Movement --- launched a counter argument saying that Yoga is only a type of sports and adapted by Muslim to the betterment of health.

They gotta be kidding me, this joke is not funny at all. I'll be damned if Indonesia forbids Yoga too. It's just another form of sport for God sake!

Random question

Who is your pick:

Angelina Jolie or Jenifer Aniston?

And why?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

How well do you know your home town?

Above question hounted me for weeks, started when a friend of mine asking about good restaurant in Tasikmalaya (my hometown) for her colleagues when she's visiting the town for colleague's wedding. And I can't give her a proper answer for that simple thing.

And last week another Dinar asked the same question when she has to go to Pangandaran Beach for work and she and her colleagues plan to stop and have a meal somewhere in Tasik. And I can't give a proper answer again, my answer was there are a lot of restaurants on the way back to Bandung from Tasik and you can choose one of them in fact I know NOTHING about restaurant down there. This is the place I called home town and I spent 2 years for my high school there, I know NOTHING about good restaurant there, shame on me!

To be honest I never dine out while I was in Tasikmalaya because my mom and grandma will
cook for us, so if I dine out that will be for Bakso (meat ball) Laksana famous bakso place in Tasik or bakso Mang Eman (near my grandma's area) I don't know why but bakso is a populer snack/meal in Tasik, bubur Zaenal (you have to get up early and quieing there because it usually sold out at 10 am) and during Lebaran holiday the place will be packed with people from all over and most of the cars are from Jakarta.

Beside restaurants, I know limited tourist things in Tasikmalaya. I know where to buy
handicraft, I know where Mt Galunggung is, although I couldn't remember when was the last time I was there, and I've been to Pangandaran beach but that also long time ago. So if one asked me what to do and where to go in Tasikmalaya, I only can name Pangandaran beach and the volcano, other than that I have no idea. Shame shame on me.

I tried to look up on the internet and not much information either, so next time I was down there I have to be really look around and have better knowledge on things to do or where to go, so when one asks me about Tasikmalaya I can give them comprehensive answer :)).

Dinar was born and grew up in Jakarta so her hometown is Jakarta but she never been to Monas, so much knowledge for what so called hometown huh?

I guess we tend to take for granted on what we have now.

So, how well do you know your home town?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Well pardon me for having big boobies!

One said women who define themselves by the size of their breasts are intellectually challenged, ibu2 arisan, tukang gosip, unsatisfied in bed, bitchy, have no lives.. LOL...

Well as you all know, my blog is not a niche blog.. niche blog is a blog that represent to the world about your brain capacity.. the author always write about intellectual stuff.

Since I'm no brainy and I'm content with my breasts, I might as well justify that even more with these situation..

Enjoy folks....

Is it because of the breasts or because they're blond or because they're pretty or simply because they're women?

Ah we live in a mysterious world, aren't we :)

Friday, November 14, 2008

Ink me, not

My latest obsession are tattoo shows, will that be Miami Ink, LA Ink, London Ink or Tattoo wars. Those tattoo artists are doing one hell of jobs, the art is amazing and there is no boundary in doing so. You can go all the way, and sometimes people are willing to get really hurt in the name of art.

Angelina Jolie is famous for her tattoos, she even made coordinates tattoo where are her kids came from.

A Difference of Opinion
Some Americans with tattoos say they feel sexier (34%) and more attractive (26%). Many who don't have tattoos, however, think people who do have them are less attractive (42%), more rebellious (57%) and less intelligent (31%). [Source: Harris Interactive]

How tattoo works?
Artists create tattoos by injecting ink into a person's skin. To do this, they use an electrically powered tattoo machine that resembles (and sounds like) a dental drill. The machine moves a solid needle up and down to puncture the skin between 50 and 3,000 times per minute. The needle penetrates the skin by about a millimeter and deposits a drop of insoluble ink into the skin with each puncture.
A tattoo machine involves a magnetic vibrator driving the needle up and down.

How Much Does it Hurt?
People describe the sensation of getting a tattoo as similar to bee stings, sunburn or being pinched. Some say they experience a slight tickling or "pins and needles." Individual pain tolerance, the size and type of tattoo, and the skill of the artist all contribute to the amount of pain. Location also makes a difference -- skin that rests right over a bone is more sensitive.

I don't know how hurt bee stings can be, and I never had any sunburn before because of my dark skin tone. But one thing I know that it's hurt to get injection from 1 needle, and puncture between 50 and 3,000 times per minute mast be damn painful.

A friend told me that once you get a tattoo you can't stop and you will get another and another and another, it's like you miss the pain and it's some kind of addiction. Same thing like piercing.

I know a guy who started his tattoo with his daughter's name on his right upper arm, and now he almost cover his back with tattoo.

Some people choose to use their entire body as a canvas. Others use tattoos and surgeries to shift their appearance from human to animal.

And as for me? Do I want to get tattoo?

Nah, I'm too wuss to have one. I can't bare the pain, so I'll just enjoy the art and the show.

Monday, November 10, 2008


This one inspires me, so I would like to share it with all of you.

Strength is not something you born with.

It is not something taught by your parents, nor your teachers.

It doesn’t come from the way you were brought up, nor educated.

You wouldn’t get it from any school, any courses or training,

and forget about counseling.

Strength is something you earn from Life.

It is everything you learn from your mistakes and failures,

the hardness of life, poverty, hunger, sickness, and abuses.

It is the sum of your loneliness.

It comes from how you survive and stay alive,

it is when you smile while holding a tear from the tip of your eye,

it is staying calm when life attacks you,

it is breathing normally while your heart is beating fast.

It is when you keep hanging on while you hold to nothing but yourself.

Strength is not something you look for,

it comes by it self, it is sent by God.

Just when you thought God do you injustice,

it is when God gives His fullest attention.

God teaches and trains you, again and again and again… and never stop though you pray for it.

God polishes you so you become a diamond.

God squeezes you hard to extract the strength in you.

So when you about to give up, think again.

When you pray for your problems to be solved, don’t forget to also pray for strength.

It is a gift in disguise, a gift from God.

Don’t give up. God is in love with you.

Nuniks Indah Gayatri

Bali, 24 September 2008; dawn.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Yes, We can

Tuesday, November 4th 2008 was the historic day for Americans, well not only Americans but also people around the world who care for a change and hope.

Saw my Facebook friends's status yesterday, and 90% of them put up something about Barrack Obama and their feeling towards the new No.1 man for the USA. They all passionate about this election and then I wonder whether they will feel the same about the upcoming Indonesian Election next year.

Will they feel as passionate as this for the next President of Indonesia?

When Indonesian will be able to elect president from minority like Chinese, Ambonese, Papuan and christian etc?

And how well Indonesian can accept that, in the name of change to be better nation?

Saturday, November 01, 2008

10 Things I Hate About Me

Since Elyani and Anita has done their homework from Rima, being a good student I guess this is my time to spill the negativity of my self :)

1. I hate the fact that I am the BIGGEST wuss in the world.

I am afraid to try extreme things like: bungee jump, ride on big roller coaster (for you Indonesian might know Hallilintar in Dufan, and I have never been rode that one), not to mention sky diving I will be freeze to death if someone dare me to do it. Once I told Sam that I really would like to do Paragliding and his reaction was just laughing at me and say that He really want to witness it as He knows my wuss level. I wish I have guts to do all those exciting things. Psst don't tell anyone that I kinda scared of being home alone :)

2. Being sensitive is good, but not too sensitive though.

Behind this cheerful and outgoing look, I am really a sensitive person and baby crier. Yes, I can cry just to see someone is crying and it happens with the movie scene too, it's only a movie for God sake but I can't help it. It's ok to cry when you see Tsunami victim in Aceh back then, it's ok to cry when you see old poor beggar and grateful for what you have.

3. Easily bored.

Yeah, I might like one thing today and the next week I just don't like it any more.

4. I hate the fact that I have tendency to peek out the end of the book.

Hahaha yeah I know I'm that weird. I just want to know the end of it without spoiling out the whole story. And if I don't like the ending I will not read it. I like happy ending book :)

5. I hate my big flabby upper arm.

Tried to do everything but it still there sigh. Well probably I should hit the gym twice a day just like I used to, but it's kinda hard now because of the lazy factor :)). I know every woman has their own corner to stuffed all those fat, but I would be delighted if mine was in the hidden part. You know, when you're wearing clothes people won't notice it, it's different story when you naked though coz I believe men don't really care with that of things.

6. I hate the combination of my small waist, big thighs and short legs.

The result? Really really really really hard to find perfect jeans! I have to try them on first. Medium size 8 will fit perfectly to my small waist but really tight for my big thighs. Larger size 10 has big space gap to my small waist but perfectly hide my big thighs. No matter what size I choose, I have to cut it shorter thanks to my short legs.

7. My weight scale never stays in certain number.

It will easily go up and really hard to go down. I just have to eat big dinner 3 night in a row and will get instant result on the 4th day, but I can't lose it as fast as it goes up, in fact it will takes months to go back to previous scale number. Tried to lose 4 kg for the past months, but only succeed lose 1 kg :)). I do kick boxing 3 times a week and minimize food intake, but still... those fats likes to be inside me.

8. I don't have specific talent.

Yup, I can't play any music, I can't sing ah well I can sing but who ever heard me sing will agree with me that I can't sing, I can't do traditional dance not disco dance though.. disco dance don't need specific talent, what you need is good music and booze hahahah. I don't have an art sense in me. I don't have talent to write a powerful topic, this blog mostly about crappy things :)

9. I hate my handwritings

Anyone who've seen it will think that was from school boy yep boy not man, it's just that bad.

10. My chubby cheek.

When I gained weight, you will notice it easily. Yep, thanks to my round chubby cheek, it will proudly show the world that I gained weight. I envy Anita's high cheek bone.

Anyone feel free to write about what you don't like or hate or what you like about yourself.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Welcome to Jakarta

Welcome... rainy season

Welcome... flood

Welcome... traffic jam

Wondering when Jakarta can be free from flood and traffic jam

Monday, October 27, 2008

Boobies, anyone?

Everybody was talking about boobs lately, you can read it in Anita, Tree, Therry, Rima, Elyani, and GJ. Now it's my turn to write something about my boobies er.. I mean everybody's obsession: boobies....

Back then when I was younger, I hate my boobies. Hate hate hate hate.


Because it starts to grow when I was in 4th grade, when my other friends can wear nothing underneath their uniform, me? I was forced by my mom to wear "miniset" (teen version of sport bra). By the time I was in 6th grade it was blossomed and my friends called me "susu" (means milk in Indonesian), I really really hate it. And because of my blossomed boobies made me the centre of attention everywhere I go. My mom always remind me to be careful with pervert.

I hate my boobies because it caused me difficulty to find the right top, simple V-neck t-shirt can be too revealing for me, and it's hard to find the right shirt. Sometimes, I envy people who can wear plunging neck line top/dress without being too revealing or too sexy. Just like Jennifer Aniston picture here.

Ok, that was back then.


I embrace my original cute shape boobies, why I say original? Because it's real no surgery touch at all. And I love the shape, I love the size. It's just perfect for me. I don't want to change anything. I'm happy with what I have.

Well, I still have difficulty to find the right top but now I just don't care if people think my outfit is too revealing and too sexy, I'm proud of and happy with it. And the most important thing is I have no complaint so far :)).

Just like everybody else, I also obsess with boobies, not only mine but also others. Anita knows my obsession well ;). I just like to admire the beauty of it, both fake or real ones. I have no problem with fake boobies though.. It's up to them if they feel fake ones will bring them happiness and boost up their self esteem. Sometimes when I see big boobies I will play a game: is that real or fake?

It is not me in this picture and I won't tell you who is she. She's just a girl with nice big boobies, is it real or fake? Only she knows ;)

And my other obsession is to touch fake boobies, not that I want ones for my self though, it's just that I want to feel it whether it feels the same as the real ones or not.

But woman is more than just boobies, it's the complete package that matters.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Just a thought

Is it a sin to be jealous?

Is it human nature to be jealous?

Or jealous is just jealousy, no matter how hard you tried to find justification it's just there, part of the emotional side of human being.

I am just human being, I can be jealous too, am I?.

Is that a crime?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Showering style

How ToShower Like a Woman

Take off clothes and place them sectioned in laundry basket according to light sand darks.

Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.

If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to do more sit-ups / leg-lifts, etc.

Get in the shower.

Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.

Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.

Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

Rinse conditioner off hair.

Shave armpits and legs.

Turn off shower.

Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.

Spray mould spots with Tile cleaner.

Get out of shower.

Dry with towel the size of a small country.

Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.

If you see partner along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


How To Shower Like a Man

Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

Walk naked to the bathroom..

If you see partner along the way, shake willy at her making the 'woo- woo' sound.

Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

Admire the size of your willy and scratch your bum.

Get in the shower.

Wash your face.

Wash your armpits.

Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.

Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

Wash your bum, leaving coarse bum hairs stuck on the soap. Wash your hair.

Make a Shampoo Mohican


Rinse off and get out of shower.

Partially dry off.

Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of bath the whole

Admire willy size in mirror again.

Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.

Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

If you pass partner, pull off towel, shake willy at her and make the 'woo-woo'sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.

Happy Friday and have a great weekend y'al.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

English (American) & English (British/Australian)

Had this discussion last night about English American and English British/Australian, the usual suspects were the Aussies and this girl who spent 7 years in the state and now working at the Aussie embassy, obviously she's the minority in that office with thick American accent and American English writing.

The Aussie guy pointed at the way she writes with English American style:
Defense for defence
Center for centre
Meter for metre
Color for colour
And using 'ze' to replace 'se'
Even my computer default setting is in English American as it doesn't recognize the English British writing :)

At first I did not realize it as whole my life I've been exposed by English American style: at school, American movies, American TV show, American songs, etc. We have been brainwashed with this English American instead of English British. The argument from this Aussie guy was that the real English was came from England which we called people from England as English/British, meaning the real and correct English is English British/Australian. But the Americans are also very proud of their contribution to the new revolution English American style to the English language.

I love watching Friends and will always laugh at Joey "innocent" accident or Chandler's joke, but I don't understand the joke in Coupling. Although the show is quite similar to each other: 6 friends in the same circle altogether. I also don't get the humor of Little Britain.

I am more familiar with the idea of FBI & CIA than MI6 UK intelligent agency. Thanks to the education from American movies.

I have difficulty in understanding thick Brit and Aussie accents especially the thick and mumble ones. Every time we watch Underbelly I will pause at some scenes and ask Sam what were they saying as I have no clue, blank, and he will repeat it so I understand. And Sam will constantly correct me if I made a mistake using English American writing, he also introduces me to Brit/Aussie TV show in order to educate my ears with the accents like The Goodies, The Noise and The Adventure of Lano and Woodley

Good thing Sam doesn't have thick Aussie accent like his friends otherwise I will not understand what he's saying :)) Another good thing that his family doesn't have thick Aussie accent either so I survived when I have to spend the whole week with them. His mom has Posh accent due to her family heritage, his 2 cousins and 1 uncle who still live in NZ have Kiwi's accent that was another case though... I found Kiwi's accent is another hard story to understand.

Sam and his friends found this video is hilarious, while I was trying hard to understand which part is the funny one. Help me out here friends....

Monday, October 20, 2008

21 Economic Models explained with Cows - 2008 update

A friend sent this to me, and I think would be "useful" to share it with you :)

You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbour.

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk.

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk.

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you.

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the
milk away...

You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons

You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.

You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of
credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a
debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all
four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a
Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who
sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on
one more.
You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving
you with nine cows.
No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public then buys your bull.

You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want
three cows.

You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and
produce twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market
it worldwide.

You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and
milk themselves.

You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.

You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.

You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

You have two cows.
You worship them.

You have two cows.
Both are mad.

Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your
You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of Democracy... .

You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.

You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive.

You have two cows,
You hang a hammock between them and take a nap under a banyan tree.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

About me...

I am not in the mood to write and lack of idea.. so I'll write something about me instead.

I am pure Sundanese.
I love veggies, when I'm at Sundanese resto I can eat all those "lalapan" (veggie that goes along with sambal).
I love spicy food, the hotter the better...
I am not a morning person.
I don't drink beer, I think beer tasteless. All of beer drinkers will hate me for this statement.
I used to be a tomboy girl, well I think still am till now. My friends say I'm a man in a form of woman's body :)).
I used to have a goal to be an army/marine when I was a kid.. yeah.. I'm that weird.
I am a sleepy head.
I am a big wuss. I was cried when Sam asked me to join him to ride sling shot and I even cried when Sam told me that I should ride all BIG 6 in Dream World.
I am afraid of ghost.
I am afraid of height.
I am afraid of dark.
I am a slow eater.

I am a sensitive person. Sometimes I can very sensitive for no apparent reason.
I am a baby crier. I cry when I watch movie. Not necessary sad one, I will cry when someone's died or couple's broke up or a fight or just seeing tears drop.
I have bad teeth, good thing I decided to wear braces couple of years ago, so now you can enjoy my sweet smile :)
I used to have short boyish hair until junior high school.
I like to wear short.
I used to be a gym freak.
I like being lazy. Doing nothing just watch TV, read a book is consider as best activity on the weekend.
I learn to drive on the small path of rice field when I was in Tasik. My grandma's driver taught me.
I moved to Tasik after my dad passed away and lived there for 2 years and finished senior high school there.
I am a Leo. Female Leo who can be scary for others, but once you get to know me better you'll love me haha.
I just bought my own apartment on the same year of my 30th birthday, not bad eh.. although it just a small one.
I can be a bitch if I want to, but I choose not to because life is too short to have enemies.
I like eating.
I have a wild dream to be Madonna's dancer.
I love the smell of fresh baked bread.
I have dreams to own a bakery and flower shop for my retirement.
I fallen in love with Canberra Milk and the clear blue sky of Australia.
I want to visit Greece, someday.
I am stubborn. I will not back down until proven wrong.
I utilize this blog as my diary. I will write about my feeling and feel relieve afterward.
I always dream to have slim body, I really hate the fact that I can gained weight fast and takes a looooooong time to lose it.
I wish I can do liposuction for my big flabby upper arm.
When I was a kid, I really hate my skin color and want to have fair skin just like others.. I tried all those whitening products but no significant result then I give up.
I can cook: rice on rice cooker, instant noodle, fried egg, scramble egg, omelet, fried noodle, veggie soup.
I love cheese,
but I hate goat cheese.
I don't eat lamb.
I don't eat oxtail soup. The food that consider as heaven for some Indonesians.
Back then when I was younger, I can do clubbing twice in a week: Wednesday and Friday and won't get home till 4.
I am not a pet person, I never have any pet, ever.
I don't mind take ojek, so I can reach my destination fast.
I really hate Jakarta's traffic jam.
I was thrilled to see Jakarta's blue sky yesterday.
I have a thing for Grey's Anatomy.
I always think my self as an ugly duck.
Some people say that I'm photogenic, meaning I am so much better in photo than the real one.
I always forget the year of mom's was born. I remember the date but forget the year, all the time.
I am afraid of deep ocean. I don't mind snorkeling, but I will freak out when I can not see the bottom of the ocean. I almost break guide's finger when I was snorkeling in Bunaken.
I am a SMS person. 80% of my total phone bill was from SMS.

Should I stop or continue?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Pulang Kampung yuk....

Setiap tahun menjelang Idul Fitri tiba penduduk Jakarta yang berasal dari daerah lain berbondong-bondong untuk pulang ke kampung halamannya masing-masing untuk bersilaturahmi dengan sanak keluarga. Kemacetan yang biasanya terjadi di jalan-jalan ibukota sekarang berpindah ke jalan-jalan luar kota. Masa-masa ini adalah masa yang paling menyenangkan untuk mereka yang tetap tinggal di ibukota selama libur Lebaran karena tidak ada kemacetan dan Jakarta sangat lengang tidak seperti yang biasa kita lihat sehar-hari.

Saya dan keluarga besar adalah satu dari sekian ribu orang yang melaksanakan tradisi mudik setiap tahun. Suatu keharusan yang sudah dijalankan sejak kakek saya masih hidup, tapi sekarang kami menjalaninya sebagai salah satu bagian dari ritual Lebaran. Kami rela berjam-jam kena macet demi melaksanan Lebaran di kota kelahiran tercinta, walaupun semua cucu lahir di Jakarta (termasuk saya) kita para cucu sudah terbiasa dengan ritual ini dan juga menjalaninya dengan senang hati. Tahun lalu perjalanan yang ditempuh dari Jakarta ke Tasik adalah 12 jam by driving... yup... 12 long hours, berangkat dari Jakarta jam 5 sore dan sampai di Tasik jam 5 pagi.. perjalanan yang sangat melelahkan. But all the fatigues was washed away with warm welcome from my grandma and some of my family who were there before us.

Di umur saya yang sudah tidak muda lagi tapi juga belum terlalu tua ini, baru 2 kali saya merayakan Lebaran di Jakarta dan rasanya tidak sama dengan merayakan Lebaran di Tasikmalaya. Pada malam takbir (malam terakhir sebelum Idul Fitri) terdengar suara takbir berkumandang di mesjid-mesjid sekitar rumah dan juga suara perang petasan antar kampung, hal yang tidak bisa dialami di Jakarta.

My grandma lives in the village called Cisayong, yup.. that's explain my blog name: Cisayong-girl... :D
Ayah dan ibu saya berasal dari desa yang sama, uhm.. menurut kabar adalah kakek saya membawa ayah saya kehadapan ibu untuk diperkenalkan.. well sekedar kenal tapi ternyata cinta bersemi dan voila... inilah saya...
Saya tidak malu mengakui bahwa orang tua saya berasal dari kota kecil, saya bangga bahwa walaupun kami sudah tinggal di Jakarta bertahun-tahun tapi masih tetap ingat akan tanah asal usul.

Ritual pulang kampung ini juga dimanfaatkan sebagai liburan sejenak dari kepenatan dan kemacetan Jakarta, senang sekali rasanya bisa menghirup udara pegunungan yang segar dan bebas dari polusi, memandangi hijaunya sawah, memancing ikan di kolam sendiri self service.. mancing ikan bakar ikan dan makan ikan.. kegiatan yang sangat menyenangkan bukan :).. Berkumpul dengan keluarga besar dan bertukar cerita juga kegiatan yang menyenangkan, tapi juga sekaligus menyeramkan dan sedikit menyebalkan.. terutama buat saya yang masih belum bisa membawa pulang seorang lelaki dengan status pasangan seumur hidup, pertanyaan yang bertubi-tubi pasti datang dan harus siap-siap dengan mental baja untuk tidak terpancing memperkeruh situasi..

Ah well... what the hell with what people say about me, saya yang paling tahu diri saya sendiri dan ini hidup saya tidak ada orang lain yang berhak mengatur saya. Jadi saya tidak akan menjadikannya sebagai beban tapi saya mencoba berfikir positif bahwa keluarga care pada saya walaupun cara yang ditunjukan sedikit menyebalkan.

Untuk tahun ini saya berdoa semoga tidak semacet tahun lalu, mudah-mudahan jarak tempuh Jakarta - Tasik bisa ditempuh dalam waktu normal 5 - 6 jam driving not 12 long hours like last year. If you happen to see arus mudik news on TV, please wave cos I might be down there stuck for hours in traffic jam :))

These photos taken on last year Idul Fitri, view from my grandma's house...

Friday, September 19, 2008


China's toxic milk scare widens

1,250 infants stricken with kidney stones; New Zealand says it warned Beijing
Sep 16, 2008 04:30 AM

BEIJING–China was bracing for more bad news today amid mounting fears that the death toll from the country's contaminated baby formula scandal is about to climb.

China's deputy health minister said yesterday a second death had been confirmed and more than 1,250 babies now suffer from kidney stones after drinking the formula laced with melamine sold by Chinese dairy company Sanlu.

Melamine is a chemical used in making plastics. It is banned in food production.

Deputy minister Ma Xiaowei told reporters that of the 1,250 babies affected, more than 350 are hospitalized – and 53 of them are in "serious" condition.

"Emergency medical care for the affected infants must become our top priority," Ma said. "We must do everything in our power to protect their health and safety ... and prevent further deaths."

But as he spoke the scandal appeared to broaden and deepen.

Police have questioned nearly 80 people, detained 19, and charged two men – brothers who ran a milk collection business – with "producing and selling toxic and hazardous food."

State news agency Xinhua said it is believed the pair added melamine to the milk to boost nitrogen levels, which would falsely increase protein readings to pass tests.

The agency also reported there is now evidence that the melamine might have been present in Sanlu's formula since late 2007.

And in New Zealand, Prime Minister Helen Clark embarrassingly revealed that it was her government – not China's – that "blew the whistle" on the deadly scandal, alerting Beijing.

Clark learned of the contamination from New Zealand dairy giant Fonterra, a minority shareholder in Sanlu.

Fonterra had been trying since early August, when the presence of melamine was confirmed, to persuade Sanlu to halt production of the formula in China and announce an immediate recall. But the provincial government in Hebei, south of Beijing, where Sanlu is headquartered was dragging is feet.

Clark convened her senior ministers within 72 hours, then ordered them to leapfrog the Chinese provincial authorities – and deal directly with the more powerful central government in Beijing.

A recall was announced in China the next day, Sept. 11.

"We were the whistle-blowers and they leapt in and ensured that there was action on the ground," Clark told TV New Zealand. "At a (Chinese) local level ... I think the first inclination was to try to put a towel over it and deal with it without an official recall."

She commended China's central government for moving swiftly.

But troubling – and potentially explosive – is the timing of Fonterra's blocked efforts.

Fonterra said it had learned of the contamination problem in early August – less than one week before Beijing's prestigious Olympic Games – and immediately pushed Sanlu to announce a recall.

"We as a minority shareholder had to continue to push Sanlu," Fonterra chief Andrew Ferrier explained to reporters in New Zealand on a video-conference call from Singapore. "Sanlu had to work with its own government to follow the procedures that they were given.

"We, together with Sanlu, have done everything that we possibly could to get the product off the shelf," Ferrier said.

But they were blocked.

Whether provincial regulators feared the central government would not brook a high-profile food scare on the brink of the Olympic Games is a legitimate question.

Last year China was rocked by successive health scares involving toothpaste, tires, toys – even medicines – and the Chinese government took extraordinary steps to improve oversight and inspection to assure the world's athletes that coming to Beijing would not involve a food-safety hazard.

But a health scare involving infant formula just days before the Aug. 8 opening ceremonies would have had a chilling effect on spectators and athletes – and would not have been welcomed by China's central government.

A news report in Hong Kong's South China Morning Post during the Games said senior editors at mainland Chinese news media had been handed "a 21-point directive" on how to report the Olympics from the central government's Propaganda Department – to which all Chinese media are accountable. On that list, the report said, No. 8 cautioned against reporting "all food safety issues."

Beijing Olympic Committee officials denied the existence of such a document.

Last night – a week after it publicly denied any wrongdoing – Sanlu apologized to the Chinese public.

At the company's headquarters, Sanlu vice-president Zhang Zhenling said: "The serious accident of the Sanlu formula milk powder for infants has caused severe harm to many sickened babies and their families. We feel really sad about this.

"Sanlu Group expresses its most sincere apology to you."

State media said the two confirmed dead were from Lanzhou in Gansu province.

Another news from CNN. September 18, 2008 -- Updated 1010 GMT (1810 HKT China: Fourth baby dies from tainted formula

BEIJING, China (CNN) -- Chinese officials in the northwestern Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region reported the death of a fourth baby Thursday in the country's expanding contaminated infant formula case. The tainted milk powder has already sickened more than 6,200 babies.

Earlier in the day, authorities announced the arrest of 12 more suspects in the investigation, provincial police said.

The arrests bring to 18 the number of people detained, according to the Hebei Public Security Bureau.

Twelve of those arrested are involved in the collection of milk and the production of milk products, authorities said. Authorities accuse the other six of illegally selling the chemical added to the milk.

More than 1,300 infants are hospitalized, said Li Changjiang, China's director of quarantine and inspection, on Wednesday. Their conditions include malnutrition, kidney stones and acute renal failure.

Read here for full article.

These are just 2 from many articles you can find in internet, I just can't believe that there are people who actually willing to harm innocent baby for the sake or profit and money.

And Sanlu Group think they will get away with this just with sincere apology!! How about you think again before you decide to do such thing people!!!

I feel sorry for those babies :(

Monday, September 15, 2008

What is marketing?

1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and say:

"I am very rich. Marry me!"

- That's Direct Marketing -

2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.

One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says:

"He's very rich. Marry him!"

- That's Advertising -

3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and get her telephone number.

The next day, you call and say:

"Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me!"

- That's Telemarketing -

4. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.

You get up and straighten your tie,

you walk up to her and pour her a drink,

you open the door (of the car) for her,

pick up her bag after she drops it,

offer her ride and then say:

"By the way, I'm rich. Will you Marry Me?"

- That's Public Relations -

5. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.

She walks up to you and says:

"You are very rich! Can you marry Me?"

- That's Brand Recognition -

6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and say:

"I am very rich. Marry me!"

She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.

- That's Customer Feedback -

7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and say:

"I am very rich. Marry me!"

And she introduces you to her husband.

- That's demand and supply gap -

8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and before you say anything,

another person come and tell her:

"I'm rich. Will you marry me?"

And she goes with him.

- That's competition entering into your market share -

9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and before you say:

"I'm rich, Marry me!"

your wife arrives.

- That's restriction for entering new markets -

10. You see a gorgeous girl at a party.

You go up to her and ask:

"What type of guy do you like?"

"Do you prefer rich guy or not?"

"What about a guy like me? Do you have any interest?"
- That's marketing research -

Friday, September 12, 2008

Jakarta to implement "car free day" every week

The Jakarta Post Thu, 09/11/2008 9:10 PM Jakarta

The Jakarta car free day will be held every Sunday instead of once a month as previously implemented, according to the City Administration.

Jakarta Governor Fauzi Bowo on Thursday told reporters that cleaner air was essential for creating healthy living, which should be in line with the city's growth in prosperity.
"(The car free day) will be implemented once a week soon," he said.

Fauzi also hinted that the no car day, which spans from 6 a.m. until 2 p.m., may be implemented at other routes besides the Sudirman-Thamrin road.

"Only this way we can get more appreciation from the world while creating a healthier Jakarta," he said.

According to an official figure from the city administration, on Sept. 22, 2007, the car free day initiative reduced dust pollution by 36.85 percent and carbon monoxide by 50.3 percent.

However, recently some analysts said traffic congestion caused by the initiative was producing more pollution from idle cars compared to normal traffic conditions.

Typical of Jakarta Governor's decision to solve problem with creating another problem. The "car free day" will only create traffic jam like hell outside the chosen routes because the police didn't put any signage to choose alternative route around the chosen "car free" routes, so people who didn't know about it will stuck somewhere near the chosen "car free" route and forced to choose alternative route, the result? Traffic jam bumper to bumper, stuck for hours.

To my opinion, the car free day won't help to make Jakarta's air healtier, it just moves the polution concentration to other outter area.

What Governor/government could do is to increase the private vehicle tax so it will minimize private cars on the road and people are going to take public transportation. Second task is to build comprehensive public transportation, so we are willing to use public transportation. We can learn from Singapore, Thailand & Malaysia on how they built a reliable, comfortable & affordable public transport.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Submissions Sought for: Young, Indonesian, and Female

The Lontar Foundation has scheduled for release, in 2009, two volumes of literary translations with the theme “Young, Indonesian and Female.” The first volume will be published, in association with Words Without Borders, as an issue of the on-line literary that goes by the same name. Volume editors are Dedi Feldman of WWB and John McGlynn of Lontar. The second volume will be released in print, both in Indonesia and abroad, as the eighth installment of Lontar’s Menagerie series. Volume editors are John McGlynn and Dorothea Herliany.

Both volumes will contain a mixture of literary genres: short stories, poetry, essays, and (possibly) drama. As is indicated by the theme, however, editors are primarily seeking works produced by younger Indonesian women writers. Their work may relate to the theme of the volumes, tackling issues of interest to younger women, but they may also be unrelated to the theme as well and be simply of pure literary merit. Male writers are also invited to contribute but their work must relate to the theme of the volumes in order to (possibly) counterpoint issues that the women writers raise.

Other guidelines governing submissions include the following:
• The work must have been written in Indonesian;
• The work may have been previously published in Indonesian but must never before have been published in English;
• The work should not have been published before 1998;
• Copyright for translation of the work is held by the author;
• Prose works—short stories and essays—should be no longer than 3,500 words;
• Unless a poem is very long, submissions of single poems are not encouraged; poets are requested to submit between 5 and 10 works.

All written contributions should be submitted to Lontar in digital form, either via email or on CD via post. Please send them by post to Dewi Andahlia, Editorial Assistant, Jl. Danau Laut Tawar No. 53, Pejompongan, Jakarta 10210 or by email to dewi_andahlia@lontar.org.

Potential contributors are requested to submit their work before 30 September 2008.
As with previous volumes in the Menagerie series, Menagerie 8: Young, Female, and Indonesian, will also contain at least one photographic essay. Both male and female photographers are invited to submit photographic essays dealing with the theme of the volume—but only one essay per photographer. A photographic essay should contain approximately 15 to 20 black and white photographs along with a story or captions describing the action that is taking place in the photographs. Photographers should submit their work in the form of a CD containing medium-resolution jpeg files. If the essay is chosen for inclusion, editors will then request high resolution scans.

For the publication of prose works contributors will be paid Rp. 1,000,000 per thousand words, capped at Rp. 1,500,000; for poetry, the same, with a minimum of Rp. 150,000 per poem. Translators will be paid the same. Photographers will receive Rp. 150,000 per photograph with a cap of Rp. 2,500,000.

About the Project Partners
Literature is one of the primary avenues for encounter with other cultures and both Words Without Borders and The Lontar Foundation were established to promote the translation of literary works into English.

Words Without Borders (WWB), a not-for-profit organization based in Chicago, does this primarily through the on-line publication of its literary journal by the same name. This online magazine registers 200,000 page views a month and has an emailing list of nearly 6,000 subscribers. More information about WWB can be found at www.wordswithoutborders.org.

The Lontar Foundation, established in 1987, has, since its founding published more than one hundred books pertaining to Indonesian literature and culture. In the coming year, the Foundation plans to establish an on-line magazine to further promote its goal of enhancing international knowledge of Indonesian literature and culture.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Closing Party aka Closing Ceremony

Closing party or closing ceremony is one famous event right before fasting month begins.

Muslim party goers think it is necessary to conduct one last party right before they start to fast. But now, not only muslim party goers but whoever claim themselves as party goers will When I was younger, I was one of those people. Had a last blast party before fasting. But as I grow older, I start to think that closing party or closing ceremony is such a silly thing to do.

I mean, we can have party for the rest of year but how come we can not hold back the urge to party for just one month, and we need justification with that closing party. If we have strong will to be good in this holy month, we won't need that closing party.

Probably I'm just getting old and envy those young party goers cos I can't stand to party till dawn anymore, I'll be drained and tired for days afterwards.

Well, it's just my two cents.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Single vs Istri Kedua

I'm in the mood to write in bahasa Indonesia, so sorry for my readers who can not understand Indonesian language.

Kehidupan berpoligami bukanlah hal yang baru di dalam keluarga saya, kakek saya mempunyai 3 orang istri, iya 3. Nenek saya adalah istri pertama yang dinikahi pada umur 15thn dan memberikan 4 orang anak (2 perempuan dan 2 lelaki), lalu ada istri kedua yang memberikan 1 orang anak lelaki, dan istri ketiga yang memberikan 2 anak perempuan. Sampai akhir hayat kakek saya hanya ada 2 istri yang menemani karena istri kedua sudah diceraikan long time ago, saya juga tidak mengenal nenek nomer 2 ini, saya hanya tahu ada 1 oom yang selalu berlebaran bersama nenek saya tapi bukan anak nenek saya. Iya, anak dari istri kedua kakek saya selalu berlebaran bersama nenek saya, entah kenapa tapi dia selalu bilang bahwa ibunya adalah nenek saya. Mungkin karena nenek saya menerima keadaan dan tidak menolak kondisi tsb.

Itu adalah cerita tentang orang tua yang hidup dijaman dahulu. Tapi ternyata keadaan itu masih tetap terjadi dijaman yang sudah modern ini, banyak cerita selebritis yang nikah siri dengan pejabat anu atau tetangga si itu menjadi istri kedua dari si B. Saya tidak pernah menghakimi wanita-wanita yang memilih untuk menjadi istri kedua karena saya bukanlah Tuhan yang bisa menghakimi orang, saya hanya manusia biasa yang tidak sempurna.

Dua sepupu saya memutuskan untuk menjadi istri kedua, satu sudah menghasilkan seorang anak perempuan yang lucu dan satu lagi menikah siri sekitar satu bulan yang lalu. Kedua sepupu saya ini adalah kakak dan adik, alasan si adik untuk menikah siri karena nasihat si kakak yang ternyata menurut ibu saya (yeah saya tahu gosip keluarga dari ibu) menyesal menjadi istri kedua karena tidak seindah yang dibayangkan dan sedang memikirkan perceraian, nasihat si kakak kepada adiknya adalah lebih baik menikah siri karena lebih mudah untuk keluar dari pernikahan itu dibandingkan dengan menikah secara sah dimata agama dan negara... errr... ok.. saya tidak mengerti jalan pikiran si kakak tapi sudahlah itu pilihan mereka dan saya tidak merasa terganggu oleh pilihan itu.

Saya mulai merasa terganggu ketika si kakak mulai mempertanyakan hubungan saya dengan si pacar yang menurutnya sudah cukup lama dan sudah waktunya untuk dilanjutkan ke jenjang berikutnya mengingat usia saya yang sudah cukup untuk membina keluarga, hanya tinggal saya yang belum menikah didalam keluarga besar, jadi sebaiknya saya minta si pacar untuk menikahi saya..WTF... Who the hell is she yang berhak untuk mengatakan apa yang baik untuk saya dan apa yang tidak, menikah bukanlah keputusan yang mudah, menikah butuh perencanaan yang matang dan juga kematangan mental. Sepupu bilang saya harus mencontoh dia yang sudah mempunyai anak di usia yang tidak berbeda jauh dengan saya, errr... yeah... tapi menjadi istri kedua bukanlah pilihan hidup saya.

Menjadi single bukanlah suatu kejahatan, single adalah pilihan hidup, situasi hidup, mungkin memang wanita-wanita yang masih single itu tidak menjadikan single sebagai pilihan hidup tapi suatu keadaan yang harus diterima karena jodoh yang tak kunjung datang.

Lalu haruskah wanita-wanita single yang sudah berumur cukup itu dikucilkan dari lingkungan dan dipandang sebelah mata karena dianggap tidak mampu mendapatkan pendamping hidup?

Berhak kah para wanita yang sudah berkeluarga dan mempunyai anak merasa lebih baik dari para wanita single tsb hanya karena mereka sudah mempunyai jabatan baru yaitu menjadi seorang istri dan bahkan menjadi ibu? Tidak perduli walaupun jabatan baru tsb didapatkan dengan menjadi istri kedua, membagi suaminya dengan wanita lain.

Saya orang yang egois, ketika saya akhirnya menikah nanti, dengan siapapun jodoh saya nantinya, saya menginginkan suami hanya untuk saya seorang, saya tidak rela membaginya dengan wanita lain yang lebih berhak dari saya. Karena saya percaya karma, dan saya juga percaya bahwa kebahagiaan tidaklah utuh kalau dibangun diatas kehancuran hati pihak lain.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Apa arti sebuah maaf?


Maaf bukanlah kata yang mudah untuk diucapkan, kalaupun kita mengucap maaf mungkin hanya maaf dibibir saja, bukan maaf dari hati.

Maaf hanya sekedar maaf sangatlah mudah diucapkan karena tidak ada tanggung jawab didalamnya, tanggung jawab seperti apa yang ada di dalam sebuah kata maaf? Tanggung jawab untuk mengucapkan dari dalam hati, tanggung jawab untuk mengakui sebuah kesalahan, tanggung jawab untuk menerima konsekuensi dari kesalahan tersebut dan juga tanggung jawab untuk memperbaiki.

Benarkah kalau seseorang sudah memaafkan berarti dia juga sudah melupakan?

Tidak benar, karena bisa memaafkan belum tentu bisa melupakan. Mungkin luka yang ditinggalkan sangat membekas dan sulit untuk disembuhkan, mungkin juga maaf saja tidak cukup tapi diperlukan juga usaha yang keras untuk memperbaiki kesalahan dan menyembuhkan luka yang sudah terlanjur membekas dan terkuak lebar.

Bagaimana caranya? Dengan tidak mengulangi kesalahan yang sama? itu pasti. Dengan mencoba untuk menjadi orang yang lebih baik? itu harus.

Tapi apa yang harus dilakukan apabila satu pihak dengan niat baik sudah meminta maaf dari dalam hati dan mau memperbaiki kesalahannya tapi pihak yang satunya walaupun sudah memaafkan tetapi masih terus mengungkit-ungkit kesalahan tsb setiap saat?

Mendengarkan kesalahannya selalu diungkit-ungkit sangatlah tidak mengenakkan, tapi mungkin itu harga yang harus dibayar olehnya karena sebuah kesalahan. Maaf saja tidak cukup. Harus ada usaha lain-lainnya, mungkin harus memulai dari awal lagi, memulai lembaran baru dan menutup halaman tersebut, tidak ada salahnya untuk menjadi manusia yang berhati besar, tidak ada salahnya untuk memulai persahabatan dan pernikahan dari awal lagi kalau memang itu yang diperlukan untuk memperbaiki kesalahan dan bisa menumbuhkan kepercayaan yang pernah hancur.

Tetapi berhak kah si peminta maaf untuk meminta kepada pihak itu untuk tidak mengungkit-ungkit lagi kesalahan yang pernah dia buat? Dan setiap kali mendengar kesalahannya diungkit-ungkit dia seolah-olah mendapat tamparan di pipi.

Manusia tidaklah luput dari salah dan khilaf, tidak ada manusia yang sempurna, tapi ternyata maaf yang tulus dari hati pun tidak cukup.

Apakah lebih baik memaafkan tapi tidak bisa melupakan atau melupakan tapi tidak bisa memaafkan?

Monday, September 01, 2008

Interview with the Arabian

I have no idea to write lately, so I post whatever I found interesting..

Here goes... hope it will bring your smile :)

Consul : What is your name?
Arab : Abdul Aziz
Consul : Sex?
Arab : Six to ten times a week
Consul : I mean, male or female?
Arab : both male and female and sometimes even camels
Consul : Holy cow!
Arab : Yes, cows and dogs too!!!!
Consul : Man,.. isn't it hostile?
Arab : Horse style, dog style, any style
Consul : Oh.......... dear!
Arab : Deer? No deer, they run too fast!

No offense people, it's just a joke

Happy Monday...

Friday, August 29, 2008

Morning Ritual: Man vs Woman

What's missing: drying hair... it will take more or less 30 minutes :)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

It hurts

There is famous Indonesian dangdut song with lyric "better got teeth ache than broken heart"..

I'm totally disagree with that statement!

This damn wisdom teeth want to see the world and they're pushing the gum, damn it hurts!

Apologize if I swear a lot, but it hurts. It hurts when I swallow, it hurts when I eat, it hurts when I drink and it even hurts when I do nothing :((

Just did x-ray this morning and waiting for dentist diagnose, but she said definitely must do small surgery for my lower wisdom teeth, arrghhh....

Psst.. I'll tell you a secret...

I have never had surgery, and I am scared of the surgery :). Please keep this to your self ok! ;)

Monday, August 25, 2008

Do you believe in Karma?

What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must comes down.

What do you say?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Engrish Funny

Opportunity to "grow"

Child beer anyone?

Where should we put this sign?
Rejuvenation Facial:
Indonesian way in saying Thank you:

You can find other picture here in Engrish Funny

Monday, August 18, 2008

Today is.....

My birthday... yaaayyy... hip hip hooraayyyy....

Thank you Sam for the delicious birthday cake, I know he's been arranging it for the past month, isn't he great? :)

Friday, August 15, 2008

Guess How Old I am

A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday.
She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, 'I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?'

'About 32,' is the reply.'
'Nope! I'm exactly 50,' the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, 'I'd guess about 29.'
The woman replies with a big smile, 'Nope, I'm 50.'

Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, 'Oh, I'd say 30.'
Again she proudly responds, 'I'm 50, but thank you!'

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies, 'Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.
Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are.'

They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, 'What the hell, go ahead.'

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.

After a couple of minutes of this, she says, 'Okay, okay....How old am I?'

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, 'Madam, you are 50.'

Stunned and amazed , the woman says, 'That was incredible, how could you

The old man says, 'Promise you won't get mad?'

'I promise I won't' she says.

'I was behind you at McDonalds.'

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Meet and Greet

I really like term of land coffee, thanks to Rima who came up with this term to explain about meet up with new people or famous Indonesian term is kopi darat :)

This time kopi darat with Parvita @ EP, great place to meet up with friends and good Indian food. Our conversations flow with topic of blog, bloggers, crazy bloggers who like to write nasty and insulting comments on one's blogger to mutual friends of Parvita & Anita.

I really admire Parvita's fit body and her toned upper arms, I always want to have that kind of arm but I don't have enough discipline to go to the gym or in other word I'm too lazy to exercise (Sam must be very happy that I admitted my laziness :)) and work in on it, what I do just eat and eat but no exercise so this is what I got :)

Anyhow, the kopi darat went well too bad Parvita has to go home earlier cos she's not feeling well and not long after, her spot was filled with Stuart McKay, Neil McKay, Lens (EP's manager) and bunch of our friends.

I think now is the trend to turn virtual friend into real friend, I do like that idea.

But we have remaining un-answer question last night... do male bloggers meet each other like us?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Charlie bit my finger - again !

This video is funny, made me smile on this cloudy day...

And that Brit accent sounds sexy :)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Land Coffee

I'm addicted to this new kind of coffee, land coffee means kopi darat in Indonesian meaning meet up with new people.

I've met Elyani and Therry before and last Sunday I have the opportunity to meet up with Elyani for the second time and Toni.

From left to right: Elyani, Toni, Me, Anita

Funny how we act like old friends with all the giggling and the non stop chit chats, I guess friends just like lovers, chemistry plays important role here.

Thanks to Toni I got these beautiful photos of my self, yeah yeah I know that sounds so narcissist but you will agree with me after seeing below photos:

And thanks to Toni, now I know my best angle for photo :))

Next agenda is to meet up with Parvita tomorrow night at EP.

Anyone fancy to join us?

Friday, August 08, 2008

I miss.......

I miss the blue sky

I miss the fresh air

I miss the neatness

I miss the cold

Picture taken in Canberra, Australia

Picture taken at Yarra Valley, Melbourne, Australia

Why Jakarta is soo damn hot lately?

Why Jakarta air is so polluted?

I just realize that the sky can be so blue and beautiful when I was in Australia. Every morning, what I see is grey sky here in Jakarta :(