Want and need

I've been caught in a dilemma just quite recently.

Or I still am in a dilemma, really.

You see, I wanted a windows 8.

More specifically, a windows 8 tablet. With a docking, detachable screen, SSD, and so on, to replace my current laptop which I've owned since 2006.

Its more of a needs than want.

Naturally, I had to shop around. And the first thing that I found was that there are quite a few that is available at the moment. And today I had some privileges to try them all.

The first one is Samsung Ativ Smart PC.

Now naturally, I don't like Samsung. They seems to make their product so cheaply, that I had an allergy just by touching them. But since this is a Windows 8, I thought I'd give it a try.

My first impression was that the screen was huge. Sure its only 10', but it was quite huge for a tablet. It was quite heavy and firm as well compared to their G-tab. The device gives you 64 GB of SSD galore, which is practically only around 30 GB available when you bought it, because of the windows file and pre installed software.

You get the usual slot card for extended memory, sim card, and also a docking keyboard. Now I should point out that the keyboard does feel a bit cheap. The tactile feedback isn't really much and it just feels to plastic to me. The device itself also suffers from general sluggishness, which is weird because windows 8 always run smooth.

Price tag: 9.5 Mio with the intel atom processor + dock. The Pro (I)5 version still isn't out

Now for the 2nd device, Acer Iconia W510.

This tablet is small. Compared to the samsung, the samsung have more of a room to show those windows 8 beautiful metro interface. But overall, the W510 is a lot, and I do mean a lot faster than the Samsung, even though they have same processor. Everything is silky smooth, responsive, snappy, just felt beautiful.

The tablet also (supposedly) comes with the dock. Acer said that it does, but frankly, the dock isn't out yet in Indonesia. Halo Acer, wtf is wrong with you?

I just love the Acer. The only downside of it is that it only comes with 32 GB storage.

What?

In overseas, you can get an optional 64 GB, but not in Indo you can't. A 32 GB leaves you only about 15 GB left after rest is taken by windows file.

But don't get me wrong, it is much cheaper than the Samsung. Tablet without dock cost 6 Mio while with dock its 7.2 Mio.

3rd one, Asus Vivo Tab.

This is not out yet in Indo, but from review, it has better build than acer and samsung, faster, 64 GB storage, slim, sexy, smart, just the perfect one.

So which one will I get?

Have a guess.

Go on.

The answer is: none of the above.

You see, I'm in love already.

And whenever I want something, my god, I will do everything on my power to get it.

I'm in love with Microsoft Surface Pro.

It has always been that from the beginning, and it will always be that.

It is sexy. It has keyboard which can be used as cover. It is quick. It has kickstand. It has big screen. It makes people jaw dropped when they see it.

It grabbed my heart from the very beginning.

So why did I even consider those 3 above choices then?

Well, the Surface isn't sold in Indonesia. The price is also expensive. The RT version cost about 8.5-9 Mio already. The Pro version would cost me about 13-14 Mio. More than an ultrabook.

So its not sold in Indonesia, its super expensive, why the hell do still want it? So many obstacles to have it...nearly impossible even.

Well, I did take a look at kaskus few days ago and I found people selling Surface RT. Lots of people. I figured it'll happen too for the Pro version. Sure it'll be hell expensive, but what the hell.

It might almost be impossible, but there is a way. There is always a way. And I will throw everything I have to get what I want. Which is what I need as well.

Beside, I love it.

That itself is a good enough reason.

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You think?

When some people just got confused and think that this is just a game. Like one of those from "SAW"

Leap of Faith

Have you ever thought about the cause and effect?

Or the butterfly effect? Where even a small wing of a butterfly can contributes to the making of a tornado.

It’s quite weird where life can get you.

I was just a small boy, looking outside my train window on my way back to Newcastle on a train ride from Sydney. I still remember my exact thought from that moment.

“How the hell did I end up here?”

Almost 4 years, stuck in a someone else’s country, missing the comfort of home, missing the normal Indonesian peers, just practically feeling like an alien. Like that song, an Englishman in New York. Although in my case, the idiot in the land down under.

Another thing is, as I glazed upon that window, looking at the bushes that lies between Sydney and Newcastle is the thought on where im gonna be. What am I gonna turn up as.

Had I didn’t buy that old, banged up cricket bat that I saw in a garage sale, I would probably never play and love cricket. I would never learn how to be tough, gentleman, and an a**hole at the same time, all through that game. I would never learn that you can verbally abuse and make clever mark to piss somebody off. I would never learn that you actually allowed to illegally trying to kill the batsman by aiming the ball at his head, while apologizing like a gentleman when you hit one on his head and blood flows.

See, an a****le gentleman

I was a bit of an idiot, obviously, when I went back to the Indonesian education system. Its always me and my “whatever the hell I want to do” attitude, which didn’t go exactly well with my school then. They knew they can send me up to any English competition and I’d probably pick up a trophy from there. The problem was, my accent. I had a rubbish garbled Australian accent. The one where you speak but you don’t open your mouth. The other problem was with my careless attitude, they probably afraid if I drop the f* bomb on the jury if I lose.

Silly

Chances did come though, my friend got sick, and I was sent in as cover up. Only had 2 days to prepare, and I brought the trophy home. Soon after, lots of events, lots of trophies, and capped it off by winning the prestigious central java trophy.

Not bad for an idiot

Then (almost) comes the UNI year. Me and my friends always comes to lots and lots of tryout. Our target was simple. Get the questions for practice later, and collaborate to get the number 1 prize. Simple.

We ended up with lots of silly prizes for winning the tryout. Jumpers, flashdisk, blazers, all sorts of things. But there was one prize that I thought was the best of them all.

Free course to face the UM UGM trial

And I won that. I got it for free.

Had I didn’t collaborate to win it, had I didn’t come and actually being serious in that course, I’d probably never managed to end up in UGM.

Again, not bad for an idiot. I guess.

My company. This lovely company now. I only heard of the announcement of the opening for MT in this company through my friend. Which I then gave my student number, just my student number to my friend and she put my name in into one of the candidates. I didn’t even take note. I knew it was Nestle, but it was just one of those “yea yea yea, put it in” moment where you just feel no regret and say yes.

Look where I am now

Had I didn’t give my student number, god only knows where I end up.

Not bad for an idiot, really.

Which brings us to this moment of clarity, now.

Im not suppose to be here. I was supposed to be in Cikupa on September and October and then in Panjang in November and December, or leading a department in Kejayan.

None of it saying that I should be here, in Jakarta, amidst all this rainstorm, madness, and all this silly traffic jam.

Imagine there is this two parallel line of fate. I think I just made a jump from one, to the other. Such as the degree of change that im experiencing now.

Had I been somewhere in cikupa, panjang, or kejayan, it would’ve been a whole different story.

So why did I come here and triggers lots of changes around me? Why did I disturbed the balance of the universe? I may never know the answer, but I do believe in one thing.

Everything happens for a reason. And im believing the purpose of the God Almighty sending me here on this madness trip. I believe it’s for a reason. One reason.

None of this would happen, just purely because of the coincidence. Way too much coincidence for this to be not real.

I believe, it’s for the anomaly.

It is, for you.

*Free me, I’ll free you, I’ll free us from this world. We don’t belong here. It was a mistake imprisoning our soul* - Muse, Explorers

And among the thunderstorm in this arkadia,

Im back to work guys, bloody hell. This mind always wanders off every now and then (--“)

The curveball

I like baseball.

I knew the game obviously a lot later than my love for cricket, and despite the differences, I love them both.

One of the highlight of baseball is the eternal duel between the pitcher (the one who throw the ball from the middle) and also the batter (the one who hits the ball, obviously)

The pitcher always have this big ego. Ego where he wants to get the batter out, no matter which way. Get him to strike 3 times (strike out) or get the batter to hit a fly ball into one of his fielder.

The batter have ego too. And a lot simple. To kill the pitcher. Hit him for home run or just hit him around the park. That way will destroy his confidence, get him replaced by another pitcher, wins you games.

Easy?

No.

I found myself as the pitcher recently.

I know that the next batter is the one that I've been aiming for quite a while now. Excellent batter, hits hard, hits plenty of home run, people love the batter, just basically the one that you will cherish and tell your mate about proudly if you can get the batter out.

The coach shouted to just let the batter go. Give the batter a free walk, give the better 4 balls, don't try to strike the batter.

It was last innings,tied score, and if I let my ego got the better of me, there is big chance the batter will hit me for home run and lost me the game. Doomed me forever.

But hey, its me. I've waited forever for an opportunity like this. To finally get what I really wanted to. Its worth the risk, its worth ignoring everybody who tells you to back away. Its worth it. Because I really wanted it.

Adrenaline rushed to my head.

First pitch, I threw it right into the strike zone, batter didn't swing at all.

Strike.

2nd pitch, obviously time to play it safe and pitch outside the strike zone. But there was something. Something in the batter eyes, some signals that the batter responded.

Encouraging

Awkward happy feeling

Gotta throw the 2nd strike now.

And it is a strike.

Its 2 strikes now, 1 more and the batter is out. The batter clearly has responded, it has same mutual feeling that signals that it wanted to battle.

One more.

One more strike and I got the batter out.

Doubts creeps in.

Now this is the part where your logic comes in. The first two pitch was pure emotion. This one is logical. What if its planned by the batter? What if the batter hit me for home run? What if my team lose?

Self doubt. So close to your goal. Long time goal.

3rd pitch, high up, outside the zone. Batter didn't swing. 1-2 count.

I missed it

Damn it I missed it

What do I do what do I do. So many constraint, people telling you to just walk away, let it go, but why am I keep doing this? Why am I insisting. This is madness.

4th pitch, even more outside of the zone. This is frustration. Its an even count, 2-2

5th pitch, what the hell, I'll pitch it dead centre. Time to end this.

Batter hit it, hard. It flew away, but into foul territory. Miss hit. Had that been hit properly, that would be game over for me.

Too close.

6th pitch, because of the previous one, this one again missed the strike zone. Count is all full. 3-2

In short, this is what can happen next:

1. Throw it in strike zone, batter swing and miss, I'm delighted.

2. Throw it outside strike zone, batter swing and miss, I'm delighted.

3. Throw it outside the strike zone, batter didn't swing, the batter gets a free walk to first base.

4. Throw it in the zone, batsman hits, home run, I lost the gamble, shamed on head. Game over.

5. Batsman fouls it off and we'll continue this battle over and over again.

And in the end, the number 5 keeps on happening. Foul, after foul, after foul. Its like we were locked and destined to be forever battling the uncertainty.

But it can't go on forever. Something got to give.

I was tired. It was the 16th pitch that I had to throw. Time for the final gamble.

The curveball

The one that moves in the air, the one that can caught the batter off guard. The one that is slower in the air to caught the batter off balance. It was the perfect ball.

But I haven't perfected it. Its hard to throw. Its hard to control. Got it wrong, and its gonna be home run for sure.

But its the gamble. I'll just throw it and see what happen.

Yes.

Leave it to fate.

So I threw it, it cuts in, it moves in the air, the batter froze. Didn't moved. The ball reached the catcher glove.

"Ball", said the referee.

The batter is gone. It gets a free walk to first base.

Anti climax after that long duel.

What happened?

Well, logic got the better of me. I knew the risk was too big. I had decided that it would be a curveball, curving out from inside the strike zone and ended up outside of it for a ball.

I knew I was gonna let the batter go.

But secretly I had hoped that the batter would respond to me. To swing. To miss the ball, so that I can get the batter out.

But the batter didn't. It did what it had to do. Didn't swing at all, frozen watching the ball went outside the zone for a ball.

I didn't get the batter, finally.

But I didn't lose the game. There is still hope. There is always hope.

The batter is still in the first base, still need to run through 2nd, 3rd, and finally home base. There is still element of uncertainty. Whether the batter will reach the home plate and lose me the game.

But I have certainly taken myself out of the equation. Whatever will be, will be. But it will be outside of my power.

We can only put an effort so much, but in the end, its back to reality.

and the story goes....
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How i met your mother

Last week my company had a Family Day.

It was pretty much the same concept like last time we had it, nothing new changed. One thing i was thoroughly looking forward was Naif performing exclusively on stage. It was so good, that it completely took me off the topic that happened 2 days earlier.

*cough*

Anyway, what was best was that we had this "Got Talent" competition where employees can perform anything they wanted to do in front of the stage, and it will be judged. Hell, i was going to chip in with ondel ondel breakdance, but decided to pull out because....well, ondel ondel isnt made very well for headspin.

*lo kira*

But my HR division managed to pull something out. We managed to motivate what was already busy employees to perform. Mind you, we only had few youngsters in our division. When i came back to Head Office like a month ago, everybody was buzzing about me playing a part in this drama thing in family day. I was gonna be the prince. My other mate is gonna become a transgender, and become the princess.

The premise is simple, me and him, center of the stage, just basically embarrass our ass off while everubody is dancing in the backgorund.

Sounds like a plan (--")

I was away on training earlier in the week, my mate went to another city to coach people, and our division hasnt done anything. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Not a script, not a plan, nothing. I safely assumed that it would be canceled.

Thursday i got back to the office, and was promptly given the task of being a DJ. Since i have done quite a bit of mixing, so i just went to my mantra of "How hard can it be?" and duly delivered a nice mix tape of scenes that we were gonna run through in the drama. Problem is, we had to record voice as well.

That thursday night was a farewell for my HR director. We duly went to the party, had dinner, drink some nice juices (seriously, nice. What up !) and then some of us went into a room to record our voices.

I settled in with silly accent from Daniel "katakan cinta" (anybody remember the dude?) for my part. While everybody just....well, chipping in with their silly stuff.

Had to work overnight after that to get all the mixtape and dialogue done, slept at 2 AM, and then practiced it with the division on Friday morning. 24 hours before it was gonna be performed.

The performance? well it went chaotic, as expected. The princess went ngesot, i went and impersonating Ariel singing (badly), and there were mixed up where me as a prince had to dragged the princess back to the stage because my mate ran off at the wrong time in the script.

It was hilarious. It was stupid. It was embarrassing, but we pulled it off. Rather nicely too.

The moral of the story is, never plan anything for this kind of thing. Just turn up to venue, ask "yep, so what do i do now?", do your worse, laugh, be a legend.

And that kids, is not how i met your mother.

Its a goodbye

Well,

As you (probably) would have (not) known, i have recently broke up with my long awaited girlfriend. How long did it take? i dont know, its about 4 years and 2 months.

Thats about 50 months

50 times, the moon rotated the earth

Enough time for an MT to reach Senior Executive level, just below a manager.

So, why did we broke up?

well to be honest with you, i dont really know.

Seriously.

I dont know.

But if i have to be honest, things have gone differently for the past a year or so.

She has graduated, even got into same company as me, went on to do something else. We were working person. No longer university student who has time and no pressure chocking your neck everytime you breath.

Then i moved away. Assignments outside java, east java, campus roadshow, city all over, you name it.

I got really tired. I was stuck in a hole, not finding enough energy for romance.

We do still meet once in a while among all those me being away. And i do have to tell you, she was a bit different. When you've been with a same person for so long, you can tell that the person is different.

I am an insensitive person. Very insensitive. But even i can tell that she was trying her hardest to put up with me. To smile. To be nice. To be the lovable person she ever is.

When our eyes meet, its just different. There was no cheery eyes anymore. No dillated pupil signifying happiness. No awkward shy she makes when she blush every now and then. It seems that, the hope was gone. The hope that i see in her eyes was dimming. It gradually went away, and aggravated by the fact that we were away for so long.

And my insensitivity

Un-romance

Selfishness

and pretty much the kind of stupidity you'll find in 9 years old kid

I was terrified.

Anyway, back to story, i came back to Jakarta at the start of September. Until now, we've met twice, had a movie, brunch, the usual couple stuff. I only didnt see her last week, because i went away to bandung. And we broke up today.

I kinda knew this would happen someday. The gap was widening each and every seconds, and i was the number one suspect. I was just hoping, hoping that the hope in her eyes wont die down.

It did.

I wrote something about the Energizer Bunny a while ago. I always think it was her. The never say die bunny, who keeps up with me on everything i do. I was counting that the battery will stay alive, the hope will stay alive, right until im gonna propose to her next year.

But as we'd all come to have known, it died.

The energizer bunny stopped moving.

It didnt bang the drum anymore, nor moving about energetically. It has reach its end.

And so when she told me that we have to walked our separate path from today, i knew that was the time. She knew it was the time. Our time was up.

Maybe it was peer pressure, maybe it was family pressure, maybe it was all the other 1 million pressure, doesnt realy matter now does it?

I told her at the start of our relationship, if you find a better person than me, then so be it. If you think our relationship is going nowhere and you wanted a break up, then so be it. I wasnt a fan of "putus nyambung" relationship. If she wanted a break up, i will say yes no matter what the situation were. I didnt want a break up is used just as a threatening device.

It can only happen once.

Its a one way street from here, and there is no going back.

She knew, i knew, and so here we are.

About 50 months since that day we got together, we have finally closed the book. Almost a happy ending, but yeah, stuff happens.

so, wherever you are now, i wish you the very best of luck. You have been, certainly, glorifies my life, done a hell of a job to put up with me, and most importantly, always there for me.

Which is something that i cant say the other way around.

In the mean time, as madness from muse would say, i will try to find that person, who will come on to me, trust in a dream, and will come to rescue me from this hole.

So long, dearest.


It has been, a wonderful......journey. I apologize for making you feel miserable.

Sincerely.




ps: Yes i do wanted to get married (almost) next year. You'd be surprised how much and how often i contradict myself every now and then.

Physically unfit

I am an unfit person.

I really am.

Ever since i was a kid, it just seems that sport was not written into my blood.

And to make matters worse, it was the skinny me like 2 years ago, and now im just a fat slob. A big fat slob.

And to make matters even more worse, my diet now consists of pizza, mcdonalds, pizza, pizza, and even more pizza.

That was only the body, on the physical ability kind of thing, im alwayz amazed how people think im athletic. When they see me for the first time, they always think that im a fit, sport person and that i play basket ball and soccer all the time.

No i am not.

In fact, i am terrible at basket ball and soccer, and this is the truth. Most of the time it would be me sprinting along once chasing the ball and then struggling to make it back into the other half.

The problem is, people just dont trust me when i said i suck at those games. They insist on me playing, and after i reluctantly plays, the "you suck" comments starts coming in.

You dont say.

To picture how i look everytime i play a sport, take a look at the picture below. Im sure you've seen this balloon before.




Thats exactly how i look. Tall, stupid, with arms flailing about everywhere, like an idiot, everytime i run.

So i dont play any indonesian sport. No soccer, no basketball, no badminton, no volley ball, no golf, no ping-pong, and definitely no panjat pinang.

The only sport i play is cricket. Thats it. One and only. And mind you, im nowhere near good at it too, not even average.

Despite how physically unfit i am,i quiet like running. Surely i run out of breath after like 2 minutes of it, but i just enjoyed it somehow. Which is why last year i took part on the crazy 10KM run in jakarta.

Now everytime i hit the treadmill, i only managed to run as far as 4 km. And that was only because there was this hot chicks next to me and i wasnt about to give up then would i :p

So you can imagine how i did in the 10 Km run. I think i did ran 4 km on my feets, 2 km walking, and another 4 km on an ambulance, getting a CPR.

Not really. I did it in about 90 minutes, which was pretty slow. The average person usually can do it in about 60 minutes.

So there you go. Despite all of my unfit-ness thing, im proud of 1 thing and 1 thing only. I have never been hospitalized in my life. Hell, my friend is a gym junkie, body well built, and he's been hospitalized almost every month of his life.

While me, who's exercise is only blinking my own 2 eyes, is healthy as it is.

Alhamdulillah.

Traveller: Medan

I like Medan.

Its a classic city.

I came here without knowing what to expect, what to do, and knows nobody here. Nut somehow the whole city just conspire to show its beauty to me.

Take example in Kesawan. It has its natural looks to it. Natural looks from the 40's or the 50's. You can sort of picture what was going on in there. Kinda like Jakarta kota, but it is still actually well maintained sort of building. It has chinese look to it, but also mixture of what the dutch would make. And it blends well with the modern age. Instead of being torn down, its actually used quite beautifully.

The food is also excellent. They have 24/7 durian stall up and running, the pancake durian came straight from 7th heaven, the noodle tastes very chinese (which  i happen to like very much) and the whole food vibe of the city is just brilliant. I loved it.

But look. I can go on write about how beautiful Medan is, or how im drunk with durian every single day of the week, but instead i know what you all come here for.

Time to put some bashing on it.

Despite of how damn nice a city is, you know that they bound to have problem. Its just like that cute girl you just met who turns out to be a psycho who cut people ears for a living.

No, medan doesnt cut people's ear for a living, but they do have quite a bit of problem on the road.

You see, in any other city, you can sort of guess where everybody is going. They will make a gesture to cut your lane, they will stay in their lane when your car got too close, etc. It even applies in Jakarta. You can sort of comprehend where everybody is going, despite all the traffic jam in jakarta.

But not in medan.

To cut the story short, only god and the person him/herself who knows where they are going. People stop in the middle of the bloody street if they want to, and because nobody are willing to give up on anything, its always a deadlock on every junction you found. People just blocks each other ways to death.

The other thing that got on my nerves was the bentor. Simply put, they clogged up the street, block your way while doing 20 Km/h on a small road. I tried to enjoy the ride on one, but my head couldnt fit in. I had to sit back, stretch my leg outside, and even then my head still hit the wooden roof thing every now and then (speed bumpsm mind you) and there is always a risk of me losing my feet because they are dangling around, waiting to hit any incoming trucks.

Despite all this, i actually learn how to drive properly (and in longer distances) in Medan. It turns out quite well, all other city is just a piece of cake now for me. Save the blushes, Jakarta ! you got nothing on me.

Overall, a thoroughly entertaining city. I would go back for a holiday here, anyday of the week.

Ps: Since i've been travelling to quite a lot of city by now, i will try to write about them as much as i can here. Do come back to read more :)

The growth

We've all heard this millions of times:

"There is no comfort in growth, there is no growth in comfort"

That is true though. I sincerely agreed.

Why?

Because I've experienced it.

So, before I went here in Medan, I was asked by my superior about where I will end up when I finished my MT program, what position will I choose.

I told her my career aspiration, and duly picked 2 positions which I wanted.

Luckily, these 2 positions is currently vacant. One is very comforting for me, while the other one is challenging.

Before I answer that, let me write something about my past.

I'm a geek.

No doubt about it.

I'm more of a gamer geek. When I was 4, I had my first Nintendo, which I still keep until now. That soon follows to PS1,PS2,PS3,Game Boy, DS, you name it, I have it all.

I also have big interest in computer and programming, which is why I decided to be a computer or game programmer.

Self taught, I even went to HTML course when I was in australia. Even proficiently writing program in C.

Disaster struck when I went back to Indo. You see, the standard of mathematics in australia is very low. I was struggling to keep up with science stuff in SMA, and was adjudged to be "sucks" at it by teachers.

Nevermind, I chose social as my concentration in year 11. And that means burrying my dream to go to any computer related subject in university.

Because my mom is a lecturer in Communication, I got into habit of writing and public speaking. Which I enjoyed rather nicely. That's when I decided I'll be good at it, and will go to Communication studies in university.

Sadly I was wrong. I got into Management by accident.

Nevermind, I went through all the suffering phase to re learn and re adjust myself to Management. And eventually, I fell in love with Marketing.

What happen then? I did a Microsoft project, a competition which our team came 3rd in Indonesia. It combines my geekery of computer skill with communication and writing skills that I previously have. And of course, Marketing.

After this, another disaster struck.

I work in HR.

Accident or not, that means I have to adjust myself. Re learning everything from scratch again.

And again

And again

Now back to the question, what was the position that I chose? Did I finally succumb and pick the one that I'm comfortable with?

Well...

I didn't.

Stuff it, I chose the one that is opposite of me. Opposite of what I like.

Maybe its destiny, maybe its already written.

But the way I see it, its just part of myself that will always be growing, looking for growth.

Even though I will have no comfort :)
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Till death do us apart

To be frankly honest,

I'm sick of wedding.

You see, what is the purpose of wedding? Yes, it is essentially a unification of couple. Mark the word, couple.

I don't know why, but every time I come into wedding, all I see is not about couple. More like families, flexing their muscle. Big buildings, lots and lots of food, countless of plethora other things which I deemed unnecessary.

Look, if its a unification of a couple, does party really necessary? Its always more to the family side, wanted to look good, look awesome in front of the colleagues, wanted to look awesomely rich. The usual indonesian stuff.

So back again, who's event is it? The couple? Or the bloody families?

Why can't people think into future. Instead of IDR 100 mio party, why not use that money to get house instead? Or a nice honey moon (and rest can be used for houses).

Have just a nice lil dinner, or just private function which doesn't take more than IDR 20 mio.

Why can't this happen?

Afraid of people think that families are poor? Not respecting tradition? Cut the crap. Party is just a waste of money.

Second thing is, why the hell the bride is always overly done in makeup? I mean, they always looks so damn white by putting so many of magic powder on their face and they ended up looking like a....

Clown.

Excuse me, if I want to marry a clown, I'll go to a circus.

I'm always amazed every time I come to someone's wedding and see the woman. My thought is always, "what the f* have you done to your face?". They look as fake as ifumie in medan.

Apparently people calls it beauty. People don't want they looks like the same, on their special day, as their any other day. Well, they don't. They looks just like....

Clown.

If it was me, I'll wear my best tuxedo in my wedding. I'll have a small private function, nothing biggie.
I'll hold my glass up, tells people that I love my wife as it is and that she is as beautiful as it is. I want her to looks as beautiful as that when she wokes up next to me in the morning, and therefore, forget about all the silly makeup thing.

Lastly before I end my speech, I'll tell them thank you for coming. Wish us well, and now they must f* off, because we are now leaving for Japan.

Aint that sweet?

Or f* I'm just crazy.



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4th of March, Medan

So, for some (not so odd) reason, here i am in Medan.

This is the start of a series of out of Jakarta assignment that i have. This time, its more of a sales orientation where i'll be watching, joining, learning, and looking through the HR eyes on the operational stuff here.

I have no idea what sales is. I have no idea where this is. I have no idea where i'll find a boarding house, and i basically have nothing on this city.

Which will make things lot more fun :D

Expect some crazy post ahead.

Cheers

Just the cool

We've all been there.

That moment when you have prepared for everything, and you keep on thinking so many things even when you are ready.

People see me as a bit of a cool man. Which is a bit odd because clearly I am the contrary. To calm myself down on so many different occasion, ia always rely on one thing.

Do what I do best.

Or just do whatever it is that makes you feels comfortable.

Take an instance when I play cricket. Because I play down the order, its always apparent that I will be batting when the team is in trouble.

Slowly, when the wicket down, I picked up my gloves and my bat, and make way to the middle to replace the other guy.

When I first played cricket, I had no doubts in my mind. Just hit whatever balls that comes my way. As I grow older, I learn to be a bit sensible. Trying to get assurance that I'm building the right basic and that I am in control.

Which is why I like to play forward defence when I come in.

Naturally, I don't like playing with front foot. I always tend to find the back foot is easier to control and timed. Being that, I keep on pushing myself to play that perfect front foot defensive shot every time I come in.

I don't know why.

3 out of 4 times I nicked the ball, both not out, the keeper didn't catch it, it was risky, yet I keep on doing it.

Its as if its just my ritual, like I said to myself "okay that shot is over and done with, let's get on playing naturally".

It takes pressure off, although, in a silly way. Way that I dot like, but keeps on doing it because it felt good.

The way, I keep my cool.


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