I woke up this morning, realizing that I have
1. a heap of dirty laundry to be done
2. a full garbage bin
3. a stack of dirty dishes
4. an excruciating womanly pain.

ga-ha.

If you can feel my problems (and my pain T__T), according to newscientist,
there are couple of things to solve this.
Problem 1, 2, 3 just asked a chimp for help. And do use the magic word (no, not “banana”, it’s “pleeeease”)

for no 4, if it works on a fly, i can’ t see why it won’t work for me. Maybe I can substitute this pain with a more…….intensely-satisfied-feeling…hoho *wink wink*

Apart from that,

BONJOUR, Everyone!!!!
Alles goed?

It’s been a while, I know. Long story, but it’s all exciting and very much rewarding.
*nodded in excitement*

plus this is weekend. extra hooray from all of us (well, most of us :p)

Thus, while lying comfortably in my bed (with a snoring imps next to me), I ponders on how would a boss bully their employee. Apparently, this type of bullying boss is scientifically proven an idiot.
An image of a boss taunting and sticking tongue to their employees suddenly popped into my brain
Nya nya nya nya, your code is a craaa aaa aap

0___0

Have you ever felt like your boss is bullying you?

And, yes i know, i still owe you the faces in the tram,
Bear with me, i will come to it :p

For now, adieu, my friends. I am going to poke and annoy my lovely snoring imp until he’s awake (talking about a bullying girlfriend, hihihihi :p)

“I hate it when you are right!”

I stomped my left-foot and pursed my lips, giving him the ultimate spoiled brat look. A perfect gesture to melt his frozen-anger.

“No” he replied coldly, piercing me with his blue-grey eyes “You hate it when you are wrong!”

An answer that instantly shuts me up and put my thought in motion.

It’s always easier to blame others, while the reality is quite simple, I just don’t want to admit that I made mistakes. In fact, I am trying to cover it by blaming others. Even using the fact that they’ve kindly corrected me.

How noble.

“Oh hunny” he smiled kindly, responding to my sudden silence “I didn’t mean to make you sad. Shall we get you some water?”

I nodded and grinned widely. What a brat.

~Stay tuned for the Faces in the Tram(2), friends

Amsterdam, a lovely capital where I have been living for seven years and a month, is highly populated with bicycle. With good reasons as well. Not only that bicycles are cheap, and considerably fast(especially in city centre) but they are also healthy, environmentally friendly (save the earth, not the queen, people) and have quite nice routes.

Yet all these years, I never took bicycle to work. There are two reasons for that:
1. Hippo is kind enough to cover my travel-expenses
2. I don’t know how to ride a bike (no comment :p)

Having these two (sorta) good reasons, I chose to commute to work by the means of public transportation, a.ka trams. And every morning, I have familiar faces which greeted me in their unusual ways.

It might be coincidence, it might be routine, it might even be a mixture of both.

One of these faces, is a face of a chinese girl. I am not sure if she is chinese, although she definitely look chinese. She wrapped herself in a long grey sweater, washed-out skinny jeans, grey sneakers and glossy “Tommy Hilfiger” bag. Always taking the far corner-back-seat, just near the exit, with head leaning against the tram’s window. Both of her eyes are closed and her breathing is slow.

Yes people, she is sleeping soundly. At 8:55 in the morning.

Now and then, a chinese guy will accompanied her. When he does, the girl will be leaning in his shoulder, both sleeping soundly.

Once, I think she must’ve been tired or didn’t get enough sleep. The next morning, she’s still in the same position, and still sleeping soundly. Next morning, ditto. Two weeks later…

0___0 (<< my flabbergasted face)

She's still there. With long grey sweater and skinny jeans and grey sneakers and even, the glossy "Tommy Hilfiger" bag; sleeping soundly in that corner seat.

I know people might not have enough night's rest, but every morning, for nearly 2 months? Must've been a chronic case of insomnia.
Or maybe, maybe, she's a superhero by night? fighting criminal until dawn and in the morning, have to go to work, because apparently being a superhero doesn't pay that much.

Or maybe tomorrow, I will find the courage to ask her why she's always sleeping soundly in the tram (and how did she managed to do so).

~ stay tuned for another faces, until then sleep well.

ah yes,
already that time of the year
leaves are changing color,
winds are making music,
sun is setting faster,

and my scar, my old old wound.
it always hurts the most at this time of the year.
and i have faith that time will heal,
i guess i’ll just have to wait

~have a wonderful warm rest, everyone

with special thanks to Mrs.Ratsutekuzo Putera

monday, oh was it monday?
when we met her, and i saw the corner of your lips twitched…
oh? was it a smile?

tuesday, yes I remember it was tuesday,
you told me that you would be late,
and I should not wait,

wednesday, wednesday,
I wonder what a small world it is,
when I saw her again, looking carelessly lovely

ref-1:
aah, i wonder, i wonder,
what do you think of she?
don’t tell me, do tell me,
i don’t care, i do care,
did you compaa..aa..re?

thursday, oh yes, it was thursday,
when the clock tick-tocks to midnight
you weren’t home still, and it didn’t feel right..

friday, you promised you’d be on time,
we’d go out and dance under the moonshine,
and i thought finally it’ll be fine,
but, aye, you committed the same crime!

ref-2:
aah, i wonder, i wonder,
did you think of she?
don’t tell me, do tell me,
i don’t care, i do care,
will she finally fare?

saturday finally came, nothing will be in our way,
candlelight and dinner, a romantic weekend gateway,,
but why that longing gaze to the nokia?

and wouwuow..today is sunday,
the days seems to slipped away,
just as I slipped away from your mind,

ref-3:
aah, i wonder, i wonder,
did you think of she?
don’t tell me, do tell me,
i don’t care, i do care,
did you have an affair?

bridge:
baby, please tell me..
have I been blind?
have I been unkind?
have I put on weight to my behind??

oooohhhhhhh…..

back to ref-3

It is a dot, and a dot, is a lot more complex than a line.

Why?

See, with a line you always have certain guidance, you might not know where the line starts nor ends, but there is hope. A hope that the line might ends, the line might bent, or the line might actually lead you somewhere.
A line also set a standard, a boundary of what is acceptable and what is not. Do not color outside the line. Don’t move your toe outside the line.

But with dot, dot is precise. You are there. Right on the dot. No lines to guide you. Only more dots scattered around. Dots from the past, future dots and your dot. The dot that is under your feet.

So, Jump! connect the dots and create your pattern of life. It’s time to create more than lines. Let’s create flowers, waves, donuts, everything. Let’s create hope.

Someday, we will sit down and admire these patterns we have made. Only then, life will become completely worthwhile.

~midnight babble, g’night everyone

The problem with me, and probably also you, is that, whenever i started to try as hard as I can, the universe starts to mock at me.

The more I tried, the more it seemed like the universe has a huge conspiracy aiming to make me fail. People seem to have more fun than I do, and for them, life always comes easy.

Stop! Stop before you told me that it’s not true, everybody’s struggling. Of course I know that this nasty assumption of mine is not true, but it doesn’t really lessen the pain.

Whenever I have this feeling, I instantly feels exhausted and had enough of this life. Of all the hard work which comes down to nothing. Of all the expectation I built and has destroyed me.

But I learned that hard work would pay, and low expectation will help you perform better. A lesson learned from what the Dutch called “lumpia” (eggrolls or springrolls :p i never know what the differences are)

And of course, a supporting hand of good friends who will keep the spirit up.

happy weekend, all

Do you know what is so cumbersome and troublesome about being a woman?

shaving.

Oh yes, you heard me good. Shaving is my arch-enemy. Remove hair over here, trim some hair over there, wax the hair on top of your upper-lips, wax the eyebrows until they are level, the eyelashes must curved upwards(okay, that’s a different thing :p), etc etc.

why can’t men accept that women grew hair as well? as a fellow in ape-evolution-theory, surely men would expect that their women is, in-a-matter-of-fact, hairy.

I’d say, let’s bring the old trend back! where the armpit-hair is sexy and every-other hair is sexier. Bushy is the buzz!

Let’s go hippy, gentlemen!

and have a calm-hairy-sleep. xXx

I was stirring a pot of Lambs Vindaloo, when suddenly I thought about a goat(yes, a goat, as in baa baa goat). A singing goat that has a horn to help him watch TV. I looked at Andi, who was bending to operate the oven, trying to warm the left-over Nan.

“If animals can watch TV, what do you think they’ll watch?” I asked thoughtfully.

“Animal Planet” he answered matter-of-factly.

Monday is a huge hoolabaloo bollocks!
Yippikaye, happy sunday, everyone!

You have one. I have two. And that guy over there, might have three. No matter how much the problem is, people always and will always have, at least one problem (and if they don’t have one, usually they’ll be able to create it in no time)

If you think about it, you might be able to classified these problems. A day-to-day kinda problem (abbr. DTD) and a future problem (abbr. FD). DTD is a lightweight, but continuous problem, like, what’ll you have for dinner? what’s the best way to wash dishes? why aren’t metro working like it is expected? why is there no manual for this chipcard? And sometimes, DTD also involves something like, paying bills, stopping a contract, calling someone.

Now FD, is a huge one. You have to think about it, trying to see what is the backup plan if this thing really happening and how to prevent it.

Both are, i think, a continuous cycle that keeps your brain alert.

Now say, if you saw a problem. It is not caused by your doing, it doesn’t necessarily related to you, but still it’s there. You recognized the pattern, you saw how it happens, and you knew it spells trouble. What would you do? what would you do, if you actually know how to fix it?
a. would you take the chance and fix it?
b. would you address the problem to someone whose related to the problem?
c. would you just stood there and see what’ll happen next?

as for now, troubled people, have a great friday evening,