Mark was upset with me because I always listened to his family story but I never told him my family story. Not that I planned to hide anything. Some people are just like him, while some others like me: we have our own ways to share stories. But I’m not here to justify myself because basically I got what he wanted. I’m here not to tell him and you about my family (well, probably a little bit, just to make him happy…. and probably to make my parents happy to have them mentioned online where people all over the world can read it – as if). I’m here to give you my progress report.
1. my family. nothing interesting. no progress whatsoever in terms of bank account, broken ceiling, car going to the garage everytime my dad has surprise money (next time don’t discuss money matter in front of the car!). on the other side, we’re a happy family. for example, my dad is so happy catching animal program on tv, seeing his new grand daughter smile at him, helping mom tending the garden, buying me sandwich, etc. my mom is so happy giving bath to my niece every morning and afternoon, feeding her til finish (no one else has her patience), getting money from me every month, tending her garden, watching them grow half a milimeter at a time and the changes of colors, getting her new dress sewed, laughing at dad’s joke (cos it means he is in good mood and her life is easier), etc. my cousin who stays at home with her 2-year-old son is happy when….(i don’t really know when, i’ll take a mental note to start observing). My nephew is happy about almost anything and be sad and angry about few things (being a 2-year-old). Me? I’m happy because I go home to a comfortable place, nice antique bed, having mom as my best friend, being able to lend ears to her everytime she needs someone to listen. Seeing them smile and laugh is the first and foremost reason I ever wanted to come back home instead of just stayed in India and continued my own life’s adventure. So, we’re happy. Everyone’s happy?
Of course, there’s my big brother whom I don’t get to see a lot because he lives 50 meters away from me and works 500 lightyears away from me. HE’s doing fine, I guess. One of the best employees. So best (haha) that the company gave him and his wife a free trip to go umrah. I’m so damn proud!
My younger brother is a whiz kid. He was the only student in his class who didn’t have computer until recently because he has to do his thesis and all of his friends are busy using their own computers. For your information, he’s doing a degree in software engineering and he is the best student in the whole faculty. Beat that! Super proud.
2. about my work. i try to inspire myself to work by buying a cheap netbook (sorry, oreo) cheap and hip! so i can work from any other place that doesn’t smell like an office (just being me, an artist). but the netbook is also for communicating cheaply. the bad thing is that this HP mini 1013 of mine (which has cool casing design) has a useless camera and i have to scream in order to make the voice chat. i’m in the progress of downloading a software that can help the retarded camera (sorry, oreo… i dont blame you for having that kind of camera) work better, but the thing is it works in linux. so i’m on the way to install linux, but there’s something that’s blocking me to do that (maybe firewall), so I’m working on it and will give you further report on that.
3. (is it three? i’m too lazy to scroll up again to check which number was before) I’m working on this story. It’s supposed to be a novel cos I think it’s going to be long. the story is damn awesome, and complicated that now I’m entangled in the research. Like, for example (thinking of Mark saying ‘like, for example’… he has his own cool way of saying it, i might record it one day and attach it here), the main character is a dancer who wants photographers to make good stage photos out of her so she ends up being a stage photographer herself (of course it doesn’t solve the problem, but). and the other character is an artist. It would be easier to write about dancers, but I insist. so the research is fat. while my brain cells were fine-tuning with each other and external vibration (dont mind this), lightning struck me (or a squirrel slap my back and say…): “Duh! You do have a friend who is a stage photographer!!!” which is good, cos that means i can interview him. then the other day i went to cover an opening of a painting exhibition and, okay, my mind squeaked like this:
second 1: hey, that’s my friend over there! Mbak Lina. What’s she doing here? Oh, she’s also an artist, no wonder she’s here.
second 1.25: wait, (mentally check back the invitation) the name of the artist is Lina…
second 2: holy sushi! this is HER exhibition!!!
Mind me, the last time i met her was almost five years ago and many people can be Lina and I never knew her last name. So. Good thing that I have her to help me with my research. I have yet to ask her about that, though, because I’m going to wait til she finishes her one-week exhibition.
4. (i can’t see the previous number cos im too lazy to scroll up but i remember it was 3 cos i remember the dilemma of figuring out whether it was really number 3)
mira and i went to try out the red mango which i think tastes good but not better than sweet mimi of hotel mulia. from there we went to kopi luwak. i wanted to try the celebrated kopi luwak but they sold one with 2% of it and 98% arabica (or was it 20-80?), so i declined and ordered avocado coffee instead (which was ammaaaayyzing i can still feel the taste on my taste bud RIGHT NOW). mira ordered the 2% kopi luwak anyway. and actually they do have the 100% kopi luwak thing, which they sell for Rp 85,000. So, I’m planning to go back there again with mira (chandni, my colleague also offered herself to accompany me. apparently she’s a coffee person,too!) and order a cup to share. Yay!
Oh, then what’s so progressy about it is that it’s part of our culinary adventure. i was supposed to write a review about the frozen yoghurt (red mango), but my mood has directed me some place else.
5. another article i’m supposed to write for this blog is about the result of my mini survey to prove again one theory developed in 1975 about something (i know… ). the survey got boring as i already knew it’s going to the same old direction, but actually the theory itself is damn interesting. how would it not be interesting when around 90% of people (in 1975 and 2009) have chosen the wrong answers?? No, actually it’s not wrong. cos it’s human instinct. but as far as the trading is concerned, it’s super wrong. it’s like: ‘hello? it’s that way, sir.’ (pointing to the other side where rabbits are, instead of the way the man’s going where scorpions are). i know i sound absurd. i will come back later with the report.
see you later, pooh… that if you will manage to find your way back to my tumbling down house, that if i will manage to protect this tumbling down house from missing in action again when the wind comes before you do, which probably unlikely… that is: unlikely to protect and likely to come, if you just understand what i’m saying, but never mind. so long pooh…
you shared alot,for a girl who likes to keep things for herself