Collection from the other blog on Friendster.
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See You in A Month!
Saturday, October 21st, 2006
Only hours away from departing…
Yesterday was so hectic handing things over to my colleagues. Still too many things to do, so i guess i really have to be on line there. Means i have to bring my laptop! Such a vacation!
The preparation is almost ready, but there are still some belongings i have to pack. Hope it wont be more than 20 kilos.
I’m a light traveler. I used to bring only 4 pairs of cloths for a 7 day flight. That was included the 2 pairs of uniform. Actually this time is also a light one, the souvenirs for friends are the heavy ones.
You know what, i was supposed to have this trip 2 years ago. But i lost the ticket! Actually it was hiding in one of my camera bags. I was too careful not to lose it, but instead i forgot where i put it!!! So, the bag was surely not a common place to put your ticket!
So here i am. Ready to go.
I talked with mom about fate. We believe it is something which is meant to be. One must try to change his/her destiny, because there are always choices. But once we’ve done our best by walking the one path we’ve chosen, then the result is the fate.
I was planing to go to Europe. I earned the ticket, it’s a free ticket after working for a year for the airline. I did all the preparations. But it’s not meant to be, i lost the ticket, kind of. So i had to cancel it.
So i changed my flight to somewhere else, this time i paid the ticket from my own pocket, also those for my parents (which is i’m so proud of it!).
Just days away before the departure, i found the ticket! Well okay, maybe i had to travel with my own money then.
I’ve never thought about having a trip to Europe again. Not even when i was working for the embassy. But then they invited me to come! So that’s must be something, right?!
It’s my destiny to go there, somehow. It takes time, i know. But i believe you’ll get what you want when the time is right. You’re a part of a huge plan!
I’m going to leave tomorrow. Sad because i cant be with family to celebrate my birthday. But hey, it’s a chance of a life time. Take it!
I’ll see you in a month 
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Uppsala, 25 Oct 2005
Wednesday, October 25th, 2006I’ve just found out that the internet connection from the room is free! Stupid me!
I had a breakfast with Jukka-Pekka Laakso, from Finland. He’s a jury for the international competition also the festival director and president of the board of directors of Tampere Film Festival.
We shared the same pick up from Arlanda Airport-Stockholm to the Hotel Uppsala. He’s the one who told me that the internet from the room is for free. I thought the free internet is only the one at the lobby.
He’s nice and he’s been to Jakarta. And i think that i’ve actually met him when he was at my office in 2001. Single…i dont know… But he knows people i know, so it’s a small world!
I’m still in my room, but i think i’m going to watch the 1 pm screening. After that i have to return to the hotel.
I still had my birthday…
Well not exactly.
By the way, thank you so much for wishing me a happy birthday, guys! It meant a lot to me!
Lars, my Swedish best friend, the one who invited my to come to Uppsala, sang me the birthday song on the phone!
He’ll be in town this afternoon, with my birthday cake
He’s also a jury for Swedish short competition and used to be the director of the festival for the first 9 years.
This year director, Niclas. I met him on the day i arrived. I thought he was as old as Lars, so i called him Sir all the time, on my emails. But no, he’s a young cute Swedish guy. I’ve got to know him better, that’s all.
Another cute one… One of the Guest Volunteers at the office, Jan. He’s much younger than me, that’s for sure, but he’s really nice.
But i think the cutest of all is…well, i don’t know he’s name, but i see him often on the screenings. Tall, really short hair, blond, good looking with a perfect nose! But i don’t think he notices me at all 
Being in this town, or any other town…the air is always unique. A different taste of air for every different place. Here, it brings back my memories of another town. But i don’t know where it is.
The town is so beautiful! It’s cold, gray and rainy, but it’s so beautiful. The trees are so colorful in fall. But 6 to 10 degrees Celsius is not that cold. It’s alright. But i’ve just got the sore throat
The town is so perfect when you spend the day with your love one. I wish i had mine here with me.
Everywhere i look, there are people kissing, hugging. At the McD, in the cinemas, everywhere. It’s so nice to see people being together with the one they love.
Hhmmm, dont now why i’m feeling sad right now…
Maybe it’s because i’m still looking for the right one…
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The Man with a Perfect Nose
Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
There he was, the man with the perfect nose, queuing in front of me. A strong, tall, cool, good looking man with a perfect nose.
I guess cool is the right word for him. He seems knowing what to do, what he wants. He always comes alone, at least i’ve never see any girls around him. He introduces him self to those film directors. And I believe, i’ve never seen him smiling.
Alright then, i’ll tell you about all the guys i meet on the festival.
First, Niclass. I met him again yesterday, we talked for a while. As usual, he wore his dress neatly, combed his hair perfectly. There’s something special about him. It should be, because being a director for such festival needs a certain quality and charisma. Oh, maybe he’s also as cool as the man with a perfect nose.
I forgot to bring him his present, but he gave me a dinner invitation. It’s for the representatives one. It’s tonight at an Italian restaurant. I thought he was going to give me a birthday present
Niclas is alright. He’s cool and a kind of mysterious. I like him.
Then when i entered the Regina Theater, he was standing behind those volunteers, supervising. There he was, with his ‘monalisa’s smile’. I knew he was smiling, but he was also showing us his authority. Oh, i really like a man with power! Then i saw him again on my way out.
But i’ve been feeling unwell for days. It’s the sore throat, and yesterday was the worst. Yesterday was so cold too. 6 degrees and windy. I’m having a headache now
By the way, Lars came yesterday with my birthday present and a bunch of flowers! A travel guide book and orange roses. He’s a really nice person. I’ve known him for years, and he’s been a good friend ever since. The best! He believes in me. He’s the one who’s made this trip possible for me.
So we went to the office guest, and he told me all the memories he has about the town. How he started the festival from the very beginning. He was the director for the first 9 years.
At the guest office we met people. There were Nathan, a poet from Bristol-England, Jan the office volunteer, Niclas of course and also Christopher – Niclas’ colleague.
Lars was talking Niclas and Christopher. I found myself a table. Then Lars joined in. Jan…he came with my missing card! I’ve got a new one, now i have two. Jan said on of their volunteer found it. Then he joined us in a conversation. Then Nathan came, also the other juries.
Jan have to be behind his desk again, while me and Nathan moved to couch. He asked me to go with him to the next screening, but i said i have to go to the Swedish one. We talked about my coming trip to the other countries and how i only can do it in schengen area, so i can’t go to England. He said, then we should get married, so you’ll be able to travel there! Oh my God, i know he’s just joking but he seemed serious mentioning it. I said, well that should be the last option! Then he drew me a birthday cake on his card Still he asked me again to come to the screening with him. He’s funny! Oh, i noticed that Jan sometimes looking at us from behind his desk.
What else…being in a country that full of good looking men, well one has to be so special to be noticed by me. He has to be different and has all the prime qualifications. So far, it’s only Niclas and the man with a perfect nose.
But here, i’m the unique one. I don’t see too many Asian here, less than 10 i guess. It’s so fun being the only one!
I’ve got to go. Going to have a breakfast with Lars, and maybe Jukka. Then a visit to Ingmar Bergman’s place. Also a dinner at 9 pm.
See you soon! It’s getting colder here…
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Twin Brother of Cipta
Friday, October 27th, 2006
Yesterday we had a representative dinner on an Italian restaurant. I thought many people would come, but there were only 5 of us. Niclas and Joakim from the festival, Laurent from France, Christina from Moldova and me.
I sat in front of Niclas, Laurent on his right side, me between Joakim ad Christina. We had pizzas and Laurent had the pasta. They had red wine, me…well i chose a (huge) glass of apple juice. Christina also brought a box of chocolate from her country.
By the way, i gave Niclas the batik shirt too. I met him on the entrance. I thought we somehow could give each other a hug and kisses, Swedish way.
Joakim, i think he’s the one in charge with the techniques of the festival. He speaks English very well. He’s also a biologist. He’s kind of the opposite of Niclas. More blonde, Jamaican braided long hair and beard. I felt secure seating next to him. I dont know why, but he seems more mature, and calmer than Niclas. I think Joakim is a kind of big brother for Niclas. If you’ve met Fergus, well he’s a bit like him, i guess.
Laurent…i can’t guess where his eyes are looking at. I know they’re looking at me, but feel like i can see through them. Strange. But some thing i really like from him, he reminds me of Cipta. But it’s from the time when i first met him. So alive, expressive, moving his body all the time. But what makes him looks like Cipta is his voice, the way he speaks and also his look. But much better. He’s French, so i believe he’s less taller than me.
Nothing was too special. I went home with Christina. Niclas had to lead the briefing with the coordinators, Laurent and Joakim went to the festival pub.
By the way, we had an Ingmar Bergman tour in the morning. Now i know why the town is so familiar to me. It’s the place where Bergman shot Fanny and Alexander.
The next day schedule was a visit to Swedish TV and Swedish Film Institute in Stockholm. We did it this morning. But i guess i’ll write it down tomorrow. I’m so tired right now, and the coughing is so annoying…
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Love Sucks! I hate Valentine’s Day!
Sunday, February 11th, 2007
I’ve always been having the ache whenever February comes around. The wound was being opened again. All these roses, pink, heart shaped things, romantic dinners, the love songs…All I felt was anger.
It supposed to be the month of love and affection. For me it’s the month full of bullshit and fakeness.
Tell me, what you’ve done for the celebration?
I bet you’ve tried your best to be found someone to be with on the day. Or worse, you dumped one just to find a new girl or boy friend? I cursed you for that. You gave all the lies, flirtations and seduction just to make him or her fall in love with you.
Then after the celebration is over, all those things are gone. You were in the reality, finding out that you’re not really like your partner actually. Then you treated him or her so bad again.
But having a full of bullshit Valentine’s Day was better than not having one at all.
What’s your excuse this time? Saying that everyday was a day of love so what’s the use in celebrating one? Bullshit! You just didn’t have the guts to be romantic or spend more money for your love ones. Pathetic!
Wake up! Expressing your love didn’t have to be that expensive. You didn’t have to be a Casanova or Don Juan to be a good lover.
A simple but powerful words like ‘I love you’ is the best give ever. Treating your lover nicely was good enough. Just say it with your heart, treat your love one sincerely.
Yes it would be nice if you both could meet up and look into each other eyes. A kiss, a hug those would make everything perfect.
Why was I writing this? Why was it full of anger and hate?
I might be the one who was so pathetic here. Maybe I was.
My valentine’s day was never a good one. In fact I believe I’ve never had one at all.
Once this guy gave me died roses tied with plastic rope. I thought he was being funny, but I should have realized that the love he had was a fake and almost die. The only time he gave a fresh one was taken from a wedding ornament. I should have learnt that he didn’t want to spend his money on me at all.
I tried to understand, not to celebrate it, because his mother died just one day before the Valentine’s Day. But you know what; he didn’t even bother to send me a wish. He should have remembered it; our anniversary was on the Valentine’s Day!
So fuck off Valentine’s Day! It has never brought any joy or love to me.
I didn’t blame the day; I only cursed those who once loved me. They never did. They only left heartache.
But I will be healed again.
I just didn’t realize that I was being hurt so much.
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I Must Get Out!
Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
I had a girl day out this afternoon. Together with two of my best friends, we went singing at the karaoke! Hey, my voice was not that bad at all, at least I still could sing even it’s a bit pitchy. Actually I used to sing in a choir when I was a little girl. Maybe I should start learning to sing again. I’ve been making money from my voice, so why didn’t I take it seriously?
Anyway, it was fun. I took control of the machine and one of the microphones, of course The price was a bit pricey, and the tax as well, so it’s always better to do it in the happy hour.
It was the second karaoke I ever had. The first one was in Osaka, Japan. It was a birthday present from all of the crew. I received some gifts and a cake with the eatable gold as the decoration. I sang once, but it was horrible!
So I gave a visit to the gym at the shopping mall as well, but too bad, I couldn’t afford it. The place was good but has no swimming pool. Actually there’s quite a good place near home with the pool, but it wouldn’t broaden my possibility of meeting ‘qualified’ people. Hmmm… could I trust people that I’ve met at a gym? I could still do the work out there, but I don’t think it’s the right place for me. Well, there should be a right place I can go to in Jakarta.
I’ve been starting a business with one of my best friends too. I hope it’s going to last, I mean, I had to make it as one of my incomes. I had a good idea of starting a restaurant as well. It shall be the first kind in Indonesia, I’m sure! Also having a plan of starting my own festival, I believe I might be the first one in the world!
So I’ve got so many ideas!
Why was I doing it? I just felt that this time should be the turning point of my life. I had do something, now or be defeated. I even tried to fly again as a flight attendant! I couldn’t get any younger. The time was, is running out. And I’ve been wasting it so much. I was still unknown; I have no money, no career, and no lover! But I believed that all of those would come as soon as I’ve found myself: who I wanted to be, what I wanted to be.
I was dreaming, wasn’t I? Maybe I was. But I’ve always believed in dreams.
But it’s always important to face the reality, and I’ve been facing it! It’s never been nice to be let down by people, by my own expectations. And it surely was a hell to be pretending. I wasn’t alright, I wasn’t rich, I wasn’t beautiful enough to you I knew, and I was lonely. I just wanted to be myself.
You said I was a perfectionist or whatever, then let me be. At least I was true to myself. I did want to have everything run well, just like I’ve planned. So if I failed, then at least I’ve tried my best and there’s no chance blaming somebody else. You could like me and you absolutely have the freedom to dislike and judge me with your perspectives. I didn’t mind, I didn’t care.
For those who didn’t want me, well it’s your own lost, Honey! Regardless to the different religions and cultures we had, you know I was that good, I am good! But you’re just too afraid! For those who I didn’t want, I still and always treasure your friendships.
Sorry, it’s just me. It’s time to get up and move on. You might find me moaning on the heartache or being so ridiculously romantic for falling in love again. I couldn’t stop my feelings and I definitely couldn’t make you love me either. So what?! At least I had the courage to express how I felt.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading it. Thank you for helping me through it
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Tom Yam
Saturday, June 30th, 2007
The soup was our favorite! I said Tom Yam Soup, he said Tom Yam Gong. He liked the complete seafood kind with mussel and things, me, I liked the one with shrimps and squid. When we were having it, he said it was the first time he had ever seen me finishing my meal. It surely was delicious, and we had that dinner at a Thai restaurant on the second floor of Setia Budi One. I did not remember the name of the place, Mei Thai, probably, but he said it was a name of a region in Thailand.
Afterward, he had a cup of espresso and I had a scoop of pistachio ice cream which he ate half of it! (The best one was still in Rome!) It was melting he said. Actually, he had a raspberry one and then it was me who finished it up. This time it was too sour for him. Funny how he liked the sour lemon juice I have always had.
The first Tom Yam I have ever eaten was in Melbourne on a Christmas dinner 2003, at an authentic Thai restaurant. Then, I did not eat the shrimp, only the squid. I was picky when it comes to eating, I still am. I could not remember the name of the soup either.
Having one with him was the most memorable one. The dish was good, but the best one thing was the beautiful dinner I had with him. I asked him to sit next to me so he could enjoy the beautiful view outside the building. You know what; he said the most beautiful view of all was me! I knew it was only a sweet talk, but still I was flattered. So, he chose to sit in front of me instead.
Then I found the recipe on a magazine, but the one that I made didn’t taste right, because I couldn’t find all the ingredients.
There was also a good Tom Yam at the Ambassador Mall, on the fourth floor food court. The name is Arroser, it’s a French name, I believed. I think it meant something to arouse your appetite. A friend took me there. A quite well known chef owned it. The taste was excellent, but the squid was not available.
So I went to have my dinner there, this time I was alone. I did not recognize the place at first, it was not too attractive for the costumers. I ordered Tom Yam again. The cashier also said that the squid was not available, but I would get six shrimps instead. So I guess the squid had never been available at all. But this time was different. It was the chef and owner himself who made me the soup! I recognized him from the commercial picture he starred in, hung on the wall. Wow! I was so happy!
Then after waiting for a while, the soup came. The ingredients were complete and the taste was great. My compliment to the chef! But half way I found out that there was only five shrimps! Oh, was this the price for having the chef preparing my meal?!
To be honest, I did not enjoy eating that much, but the soup was one of few cuisines I liked. It cheered me up and I enjoyed it so much. It was just like the orange cookie I used to have in Auckland, New Zealand. I would die happily after eating it! Felt like it could take me to heaven right away.
The soup had so many memories. I could not escape him at all. Everything, everywhere had been reminded of him. Even when I saw three bags of Caswell’s coffee at the office…I remembered how he fought for his coffee, how he was so jealous!
Anyway, I’ve been thinking to call him on his birthday next month. But maybe I’d rather not. He would pick up the phone, he would be surprise, I knew. But I also knew that he wouldn’t want to see me on my next trip to Europe this summer. Or maybe he would. I did not know. Perhaps it was best just to hold on to the beautiful memories we’ve had, for we both knew that we were in each other minds, heart and soul…forever.
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For the Moment…
Saturday, June 9th, 2007
…I’m so happy being single!!!
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A Bump on the Head
I also talked with a good friend of mine, twice. It’s so good to hear his voice again. He’s not feeling well now, too bad. I said to him that it’s because he’s missing me somehow, so he doesnt feel well
Or maybe he’s a bit nervous because he’s going to leave soon.But i had a nice dinner with the Ambassador, at a beautiful swedish restaurant near Skansen. We talked a lot, about my life, his experiences and all those interesting things in life. We discussed about those men who were once in my life, who is in my life. He’s surprised when i told him about S. And for those who didnt want me, it’s their own lost, he said.
I hope he didnt notice that i was a bit high then. I drank too much. A big glass of gin and tonic also a good white wine for the shrimps and caviar.
Robe Lowe
Saturday, August 25th, 2007
One of the receptionists at the Rival Hotel is so so good looking. A real man! One of the project managers at the Institute is so very cute! But i’ve met a better one in the subway. Slim, tall, young, smart, calm and handsome!
We got on the same station. The train was not full at all. At first he wanted to seat next to me near the doors, but he found another empty seats near the other exit. He was sitting there, making a call, looking so serious. So handsome! I didnt look at his face directly, but i starred at his reflection on the window, still was a perfect one. I was enjoying the ride so much. He looked like Rob Lowe, but much better. So perfect, so handsome. Too bad, i got off the train earlier than him.
But S called today. He was a bit upset because it was so hard to reach me on my swedish number. I sent you many sms but you never replied, he said. I said that i could send sms but didnt receive anything, except from other swedish numbers. I told him that i was about to go to L’s home for his daughter’s birthday. He said: I’m so jealous. He gave you the workshop not to me, and now he’s inviting you to his birthday! It’s his daughter’s birthday, i said. Now, i’m even more jealous! he said.
We talked much actually. About his days in the country, about my work here. He’d back in Indo again next week. When will you be home? he asked. At least 10 days from today, i replied. Let’s meet, he said.
He was laughing a lot when we talked, making few jokes, so relaxed. I didnt feel any distance between us. I believed that he was missing me too. Yes, we had a lot to talk about. He had so many things to be explained to me. I’ve proposed. Now it’s his turn to give me the answer.
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The Perfect Swedish Man
Tuesday, August 21st, 2007
Strange! This was the first time that i think i’ve met so many cute men. Met a handsome one at the hotel, he’s the receptionist. So perfectly handsome! His body is nicely shaped and little bit misterious. He’s a man that needs the extra effort just to try to talk to him.
Today, i met a good looking man. I believed he’s younger than me, but he’s so nice. His face is perfect, so cute, what a beautiful smile.! We talked a lot and he helped me with things. I didn’t know why, but i didn’t have a courage to look into his beautiful eyes. He kept asking how will i spend my time here. I said i had so many meetings. Oh no, i was not sensitive enough or understand what he’s trying to say! Could it be, actually he’s trying to find out if i have some free time just to hang out with him?
Why i could see those beautiful men now? Why not then?
I’ve searched around the world for the one, but i couldn’t find one. Funny, how i only met one cute Greek and two cute Italians on trip in Europe! One hot Irish in Paris. One perfect Danish in Jakarta. And now him, the one I’ve been having a huge crush on for almost 10 years!
Has my vision become clearer because i’ve found a partner, so now somehow i see the world brightly and happily?
Whatever it is, i regret nothing. Everything has its own time.
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The Plan
Monday, August 20th, 2007
Had a great time in Bangkok! I think i’ve found myself a partner! Hope he’s the one. Will know for sure when i’m back in Indo again next month.
The funny thing was, the Thai themselves thought that i was one of them. They talked to me in the Thai language all the time. From the first step i board the aircraft to Bangkok until the last one disembarking in Stockholm. They all thougt i was a Thai girl who’s going out with this European man. So funny.
I didnt realize it at first, not until he noticed it. I spoke in English all the time, and i read the English newspaper, but this flight attendant kept talking to me in Thai!
I’m in Stockholm now, for the third time. It’s good to be here again, felt like coming home. It’s not too cold like when i was here in autum, but also not too hot like in Bangkok.
I tried to find the places i went to the last time i was here, but couldnt find them at all. That’s alright.
I’m staying at the Hotel Rival AB, owned by one of the ABBA personels. It may be only 20 square meters, quite small, but everything was designed perfectly and beautifully. Everything is efficient and useful. So simple, modern and so swedish! I wonder if the teddy bear is for free?!
Will be here until 4th September, i knew i will have a great time!
Too bad, he’s not here with me, or how i wish i was the one with him there. Traveling alone is always lonely and a little bit sad for me. We both working now, he’s there for a week, i’m here for 3 weeks. Still it could have been perfect if we’re together.
But will meet again, i hope he’ll be ready with the answer. As he said that It would be a good decision and also a big one.
I’ve known him much better now. Nothing can change the way i feel for him, for deep down in side he’s such a sweet and honest person.
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How Life Is
Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
I had an interview with a reporter this evening.
So, what’s your job? I’m a freelancer, mostly i’m a film festival manager, workshop coordinator, hospitality manager, used to be a flight attendant, sometimes i write articles…
What was your worst experience? Hhmmm…i have to think…i think when someone is trying to match me up with a man, that’s the worst thing ever!
Come on, get real! Well, you should turn off the tape recorder first, because i have to think hard about it. I dont think i have more worst experience other than that one.
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Suffer?
Thursday, February 28th, 2008
Why women have to suffer to be beautiful?! Or to make men say that we are pretty? It’s not all true. Women are beautiful, no matter what we wear. But I still do wear something nice just to please men, at least to make myself beautiful when walking side by side with the man I like. To make him proud (of me). But above of all, because I know that I look more beautiful wearing it ;-p
So now, my feet are still sore from wearing those high heels to the gig. I wore the black dress I bought in Stockholm. I like it so much, it shapes my body better. But didn’t have the guts to wear the mini skirt and legging, absolutely not those knee high boots. It would be too much for the evening. I ended up wearing the black dress, jeans and the high heels. It looked more than just all right.
We all went together, the four of us. I’ve known all those girls for almost eleven years now, since the first day at the Arts Institute. We didn’t really plan it. Everything was just in perfect time. All dressed up, all looked pretty. Girls’ night out!
When we’re arriving there, we’ve missed few bands already. But we’re very lucky. We couldn’t get in at first. Then through a friend of a friend, we entered from the back stage then went up directly to the second floor where the bands were waiting for their turn to perform.
The place was called Kama Sutra. I believe it’s also owned by the same guy who has the same club in Kuta-Bali. It was like traveling back in time to my flying days when I was living in Bali for 2 years. Being a flight attendant based on heaven on earth, well, it was just a perfect combination to have a colorful nightlife. I spent few lonely nights at Kama Sutra in Bali with my flight attendant friends, because one of them used to be quite close with the club owner. Still I was the only one who didn’t have any boyfriends for two years!!!
Anyway, I had some cocktails while the girls preferred beer. I tell you, alcohol is not the best thing to consume in such a warm climate country like Indo. Then we went down stairs to be closer to the stage. Actually, it’s because they found out that we’re not a part of any bands at all…
First was Glenn Fredly. Beautiful voice and great R&B songs. Then this rapper, Iwa K. He’s not hot anymore. He’s just so 90’s. I remember the time when he used to pick up his girlfriend who learned French at the same place I did mine, in Bandung.
I didn’t remember if there was any other bands after Iwa K, but Java Jive really took the stage. They’re also big during the 90’s with the mellow love songs. The songs were all lovers’ anthem song. But actually the big hit was about the girl of the night, if that’s a good translation of the title. I always like the two vocalists, but I discovered that one of them is actually quite short!
The Groove closed the gig. The performance was ok, but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the guitarist with the beautiful smile and also the keyboardist with the curly hair. Always have a crush on them, but I don’t even know what their names are.
After it’s over, we stayed there for a while. The DJ was playing some cool tunes. Not that cool. But what I’m trying to say is that I really feel that my time of playing around is over, or nearly over. It’s time to get things well organized since I’m not getting any younger, that’s for sure. Just like the conversation we had on our way to the gig. That we’re getting tired of these uncertainties. It’s time to settle down and have future figured out. But where should I begin? How?
Then from our conversation during the supper, a very late one, we’re agreed that everything is now much more expensive, especially for us. I guess it’s because the four of us are relatively on the same economical level. But I’m the one who have no job now 
Eleven years ago, one proper lunch was only 2000 Rupiah or just about US$ 0,20. Now it’s about US$ 1. That’s what we pay if we could find the cheapest place to eat, not including with the drinks. But still, we feel that it’s expensive. So, as a way out, we have to cook our own meals.
Well, I just bought a small gas stove and 5 kilos of rice. But I don’t have a cooking pan yet. So a few days ago, when I was so hungry, I cooked the noodle in a used can. So grateful that it didn’t leak.
But yes, we had a lot of fun. I took some nice pictures of us as well. The only thing I hate is having the smell of smoke all over my body, my hair and my clothes!
I’m back at my place now, while my friends, they’re still out there at a 24-hour café for the wireless internet connection. Me, I’m still wide awake at 4 o’clock in the morning, writing you this and enjoying another sleepless night.
