..counting down to 2005.

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Ahh.. blogging. Just less than 24 hours to 2005. Got home from a sushi-tei dinner earlier, and do a little shopping for tonite's party. Well, that is, if you could call six girls gathering for a bit of steak n fries a party, n maybe -maybe- if we're lucky, a glass of beer? (bintang zero!) hahahah..

Hmm not all of us are really into this embrace-the-new-year-spirit thingies actually and certainly none of us is a cold heartless person who's having a party, enjoying lots of food and beverages over the disastrous tsunami, God no.. we plan to pray together, cuz thats the best we could do right now, aside from donating some money and clothes, which i already did earlier today although not much. Hope Allah would hear our prayers. Amiin..

Anyways, updates on the 4400: err.. i kinda forgot. Plus, i also forgot that i was supposed to watch the next episode YESTERDAY!! arrghh.. me n my forgetfulness. Ho well, im gonna have to watch the rerun again..

Btw, I'm feeling kinda down tonite after watching an OC episode which had a New Year's Eve as its main topic. It tells how it'd be like to go through new year's eve without one's couple, ..and how it WOULDNT be like. And how your New Year's Eve describes your year. Hhh.. gak penting bgt seh, thats bull i know. C'mon, cheer up! Think chocolate n ice cream! (Hmm.. maybe i SHOULD buy a Haagen-Dazs.. yummie..). Oh, n plus, there's another episode which shows how they got all-access backstage pass to a Rooney show! Grrr.. time to watch another episode! :D

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11 PM Friday

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Just got home from a ‘date’ with campus pals.. always so much fun meeting them, whenever and wherever it might be. No matter how many times we saw each other or how long it was since our last meet-up, there were always interesting news, even if it turned out to be no news at all. Chatting about, and making fools of other people, and especially, of ourselves :P there’re just no ending! Even tonight I just found out that one of my friends had finally freed himself out of ‘jombloness’, hehe.. congrats, man! The downside of tonight’s meet-up was the fact that it was held, though much better than at money-sucking capitalist-own $tarbuck$, at (also money-sucking but less capitalist) Cofeebean, considering I had sipped enough Dailybread’s and Bengawan Solo’s coffee in the morning and at noon, consecutively.

Talk about coffee, I was so damn drowsy this morning, ‘specially when I just got out of the car. I don’t think I remember whether I checked my bag to the Satpams, which I do every morning. I’m not even sure how I got myself to the 20th floor, I might as well had turned myself into a fly and fled myself up. Which reminds me of this discussion my colleagues and I had at lunch while waiting for our kung pao chicken: how high could a fly fly? If it reaches a certain height, would it die? If it does, how could it know how the highest it could fly without being dead in the end? Hmm..

Note to self: there really are reasons why you didn’t end up in Medical.

Anyways, as I was about to tell, the reason behind my drowsiness was my waiting for a certain TV series on midnite the night before. Exec-produced by Francis Ford Coppola, the series, which aired every Thursday night on AXN (re-run on Monday), is titled The 4400. The amount depicted the number of people who were ‘returned’. The ‘returnees’, as the series told, were they who got abducted by something not yet known by the second episode. These 4400 people were abducted from many different countries, races, background, and time. The highlight was that they were returned in such conditions exactly as they were before the abductions. ...Or were they?

The pilot episode had succeeded in making me let some of my sleeptime go just to watch the second. Too bad the second episode was not as climaxic (is this even a word?) as the pilot, but I’m curious nonetheless.

I hope the third episode impress me enough to write about it. Till next Thursday!

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Mypuccino

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One of the advantages of having your own bathroom is to do your daily nature’s calls and still be able to do the other things as well, such as thinking, reading, singing, and, of course, writing a blog entry. So those of you thinking of snatching my laptop: bad idea. Cuz, really, so many inspiring thoughts come out on those few moments before flushing. And what a waste to let all those stupid unimportant thoughts left unsaid (or, in this case, unwritten).

A few days ago I’ve just finished reading Cintapuccino, a local chicklit by an Icha Rachmanti, referred to by a dear friend Winda. Not a bad one, this novel. I couldn’t even stop reading once I’d reached half of the book. Of course, there were a few complaints from this amateur chicklit reader/critic. Okay, so maybe I got a bit jealous seeing how this easy-read, simple-themed and relatively thin novel could be so well-known and likeable, by my reading pal Winda, even. But I couldn’t help complaining every time I was met by irregular sentences: those that didn’t follow any structure. Some didn’t have subject, some were all subjects. Ah who am I to say? I couldn’t even have a decent blog with decent entries in decent English or Indonesian. But this is not about me. This is about a chicklit that is read by a lot of girls (and maybe guys, admit it!) and, ehem, young women. I agree with the comments saying ‘cewek banget’. Indeed it is. But knowledge (and, especially in this case, good structure in Indonesian/English) is important too even for us girls and, ehem, women. Plus, putting the author’s photo behind the book: bad idea, especially if the content is supposed to highly relate to the author’s background. It would limit the reader’s imagination, as it had surely limit mine. Everytime I tried to imagine Ami (the main character)’s figure, I couldn’t help seeing the author’s face which, according to my ruthless mind, didn’t really ‘clicked’.

Now about the content itself, although I, sadly, couldn’t relate to the topic, I could really imagine what Ami was like. I have a sister who were just like her, being overly obsessed with her highschool senior who was all that: smart, cute, and loaded. I remembered how my sister used to tell me stories about him on and on and on, how she knew his car, his phone number, his address, his exes, even. All in all, the book had successfully made me wanna go back to those carefree highschool days and find that super perfect senior to be obsessed with. Heheh.

Nuff rambling. Now to find another chicklit to complain about…

:P

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