Saturday night. Again, a date with the moronerz. This time, we skip mas Joko and moved to Burger and Grill. Stayed there untul 12, and talked like there were 48 hours in a day.
I like the fact that I'm a minority there. And that they're chinese. Gave me a new perspective and different way of seeing things.
We talked about everything. But what matters the most was when Kur and Michie asked what does me and Magda (represent female species) see from a guy as a potential husband.
Me personally haven't think about it. But how a guy look, doesn't bother me much. I mean, I really don't mind if someday Brad Pitt or Nicholas Saputra fall for me, but well, let's save that to my daydreams... :p
We came up with a conclusion. A stable income, A place to live, and A vehicle. Those are what us, female, saw from a guy. Apart from being able to laugh at our bitter jokes and made us laugh at his jokes :p.
A stable income, means the guy could afford my life style (which includes watching movies, dine out, unreasonable love for gadgets :p). A place to live, means the guy could made me say and feel 'I got a place to come home to' (and replace my parent's house as 'a place to come home to' :)). A vehicle, means the guy doesn't depend much on public transportation or anybody else to take the both of us to places (and yeah, a motorcycle is considerable... Kur and Mich, you both own this, right?). Basic things to survive, I guess. I think, me and Magda are being reasonable. We didn't ask for a guy to own 3 storeys house with minimum of 1000 sqm or a guy who's position is principal arcitect or a guy who owns a ferarri, right?
Kur, what have you own? You'll be somebody's hubby in 2 months. Not just a somebody, this is my friend we're talking about. You shouldn't mess things up, OK?
Michie, what you need is, my friend, a girl to motivate you. Not another gadget :p. Gadgets? leave it to me!!! (posessive).
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TiQi Bo
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
stupidity with moroners
After months of not meeting Moroners, I finally met them last night. Kur's taking us to see Avatar in 3D, neglecting the fact that Michie and I both have seen the movie.
I was the first one to arrive at PS, since my office *and my heart just stopped beating when I wrote the word 'office' to the place where I am hanging on at the moment... dammit* in only 15 mins away from PS *either way, walking or taking a cab, it is still 15 mins away, I guess... the traffic light on the intersection were counted down in lightyears period*. I came to see Magda in her office *yeah, that show room of yours, babe? It's your office.. :)*, said merry *late* christmas and happy new year, and strolled off to grab some snacks.
Until the movie started, Kur and Michie haven't showed up. Typical. After years knowing them, I know that Michie would be arriving at least two hours from the appointment schedule *lebay*. The movie was, uhm... awesome, I guess... OK, I admit, I fell asleep during the movie. three hours, mate! I repeat... THREEEEEE HOUUUUURRRRSSSS... plus, I've seen the movie, even though it's not in 3D.
Well, it wasn't the movie I'm looking forward last night. It was the chitchat afterwards. No matter how boring the movie we were watching, they always succeed taking out the fun facts out of it. As for Avatar? They would start to talk in idon'tknowwhat language and end the conversation with hissing sound which we have just learnt from the movie. We're a fast learner, mwahahaha...
We also yelled p**is out loud in PS' food court, just to copy (500) days of summer. Real genius. One thing about (500) days of summer, Magda asked why do they call it an architect movie. Michie and I said that IT IS! Kur was taking Magda's side and ask us, which part? and we said, at the end of the movie, the guy met Autumn in an architect firm... the end. *krikrikrik* But well, I think (500) days of summer describes architect's way of thinking. And believe me, it's weird. We did weird things on purpose =p
I love sitting on a table with them. I don't need to say a word, they'd know how to react on my every expression. I love hugging all of them. I am comfortable being one of them.
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TiQi Bo
aduh, tapi kalo sifat2 cengceng-nya udah keluar, ampuuun... kopetnyaaaaaa... =p
I was the first one to arrive at PS, since my office *and my heart just stopped beating when I wrote the word 'office' to the place where I am hanging on at the moment... dammit* in only 15 mins away from PS *either way, walking or taking a cab, it is still 15 mins away, I guess... the traffic light on the intersection were counted down in lightyears period*. I came to see Magda in her office *yeah, that show room of yours, babe? It's your office.. :)*, said merry *late* christmas and happy new year, and strolled off to grab some snacks.
Until the movie started, Kur and Michie haven't showed up. Typical. After years knowing them, I know that Michie would be arriving at least two hours from the appointment schedule *lebay*. The movie was, uhm... awesome, I guess... OK, I admit, I fell asleep during the movie. three hours, mate! I repeat... THREEEEEE HOUUUUURRRRSSSS... plus, I've seen the movie, even though it's not in 3D.
Well, it wasn't the movie I'm looking forward last night. It was the chitchat afterwards. No matter how boring the movie we were watching, they always succeed taking out the fun facts out of it. As for Avatar? They would start to talk in idon'tknowwhat language and end the conversation with hissing sound which we have just learnt from the movie. We're a fast learner, mwahahaha...
We also yelled p**is out loud in PS' food court, just to copy (500) days of summer. Real genius. One thing about (500) days of summer, Magda asked why do they call it an architect movie. Michie and I said that IT IS! Kur was taking Magda's side and ask us, which part? and we said, at the end of the movie, the guy met Autumn in an architect firm... the end. *krikrikrik* But well, I think (500) days of summer describes architect's way of thinking. And believe me, it's weird. We did weird things on purpose =p
I love sitting on a table with them. I don't need to say a word, they'd know how to react on my every expression. I love hugging all of them. I am comfortable being one of them.
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TiQi Bo
aduh, tapi kalo sifat2 cengceng-nya udah keluar, ampuuun... kopetnyaaaaaa... =p
Saturday, December 12, 2009
The moroners
The picture above shows my Moroners friends. There is suppose to be 5 of us (minus Kur2, the guy wearing black (skin) t-shirt). Me, Tommy (guy in white tees), Magda (girl in white tees), Heni, and Marjo. We all went to Architecture, yet after we graduated, only Marjo and Heni stayed on the track. Me, well let's not talk about my job :p. Tommy is a graphic designer and Magda is a (fancy and chic) Visual Merchandiser (that's what she claimed herself to be =D).
Marjo is in Yogya, now married. Heni is in Bali, and she said she's going to resign by the end of this year and return back to Bogor to do my dream job (Ongkang-ongkang kaki, tapi duit ngalir terus... yeah... :)). Tommy's somewhere in Jakarta, being a kutuloncat, move from one compny to another (get out from Jakarta, Michie! there's a lot of challenge out there!). Magda's moving from mall to mall in Jakarta also, meeting celebrities and stuffs :D.
I remembered our states back when we were in college. We weren't the coolest gang in Architecture. me, tommy, heni, and marjo would go to campus by motorbike, and magda would be on her vantrend (well, we were so proud of Fenti, dut! :)).
Look what we have become now. At least we're on our track, pursuing our dreams. At least we achieve something. At least we don't have to ask to other person to fulfil our daily needs and wants. At least we could all survive.
I miss them. I miss when we're all in the same roon, cutting up papers or glue-ing boards. making sketches and colorplans. when making appointment with those guys were as simple as showing up by their boarding house' doors.
Well, there's always price for everything right? But I can always count on them for sure.
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TiQi Bo
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Just don't exhale!
*been really busy, so I did not have the time to update my blog ASAP *kecuali ada yang mo beliin gw beri2 *kedip2**, this thing occured about a month ago... *
I strolled off to see night life in Jakarta last week. I went with Tommy, Magda, Kur2, and Lucy (a friend of Kur). We agreed to meet in EX. No, I was the one who ask them to meet in EX, since I was totally blind of Jakarta. *wanna know the map of Jakarta in my head? It only consists my boarding house, terminal blok M, and my office, how nice...*
Why did I chose EX? To make Heni envy of the three of us (Me, Magda, and Tommy)... hahaha, No, that's not the (main) reason. It's because EX is eye catchy. So if I got pass it while I was in the transjak, I could realize it. Huehehehe... Thanks to Christine, I knew the bus stop I have to drop off in. It's bunderan HI, and then just around 5-8 mins. Not so far...
Got into EX, then I suddenly realize... what's wrong with everybody else? They all look like chinese, here. Not that I'm racists or something, but I do feel unsecure in such condition, hehe. *I started to think, that I should probably change the meeting point to some pasar tradisional, so I could fit in, hehe*. Anyway, I finally met Magda, Kur, and Lucy in EX.
Magda also said to me: 'Lu nyadar ga sih, Bo? Semuanya ceng2, dong...'
Bo: 'Da, lu nyadar dikit juga, dong...'
Magda: 'What?'
Bo: 'You're also a chinese! Kur is a chinese, eventhough he's dark!'
Magda: 'I'm not!'
Bo: 'Stop that denial, Da... just stop... have you ever look yourself in the mirror? come on...'
Magda: 'I'm not, Bo...'
Yeah.yeah. There goes her denial... My beloved friend, just because you just discover that you were chinese when you enrolled the university, dosn't mean that you're not chinese. Me? I can't say a thing when people said 'Jawa, lu!' *walau jarang, hyahahaha... tampang gw mah, ambigu...*
We waited for Tommy,,, he hadn't show up... Ah, maybe he met his kuku, shu shu, cici, cece, koko, first downstairs... probably... huehehehehe...
Magda: 'Bo, see? I told you, we should dress up when we're going to a mall'
Bo: 'I don't care, Da...'
Magda: 'Look, it's like everyone is dressed up'
Bo: 'So? does it seems like I care?'
Really. I don't get it. Why must I wore the bling2 *ohmyeyesissogoingtobeblindseeingthatclothes*, just so I could fit in? Going to the mall were suppose to sooth yourself, right? Would tht be a problem if I wore sandal teplek, selana pendek, dan kaos oblong? I did that in Bali, hehe. Just got up from my nap, wash my face, yawn... and then I went off to the mall. And no body stared at me... what? That day, I dressed properly, I suppose... wearing my polo dress and flat shoes... nothing is wrong, right?
So, we also went to Djakarta theter, to watch curious case of Benjamin Button *ya ampun, Bret pit ganteng bangeeeeeeettttt.... Anyway, the movie was fantastic*. I sat next to Tommy.
Tommy: 'Gw ngeliat banyak ketidakadilan di hari ini, Bo'
Bo: 'Hah?'
Tommy: 'Moso banyak banget, yang cowonya ga ganteng, tapi cewenya cantik banget...'
Bo: 'He?'
Tommy: 'Gitu juga, cewenya jelek, cowonya ganteng banget'
Bo: 'Huahaha... look at the bright side, Tom... lu ma gw masih punya kesempatan untuk mendapatkan lelaki dan perempuan yang berwajah lebih baik dari wajah kita ini, ya kan?'
Tommy: 'Hmm...'
Huahahahaha, Tommy... Tommy... I really missed this kind of chit chat, you know. it's fairness, in my point of view, by the way. And Tom... If you got a girl that you like, go for her! Elu mah, nungguuuu aja kerjaannya, disamber ma orang laen, tauk... A girl would never wait forever, mate.
The movie ended at around 10.30 pm, then we strolled to hrab something to eat. We ate at jalan Sabang, in a pedestrian... There were smokers all over the place.
Magda: 'Kur, besok aku mau nulis di facebook, 'I wish smokers don't exhale''
Kur: 'He?'
Magda: 'Ya, kalo mereka mau ngisep rokok, isep aja semua asapnya mpe abis, nggak usah disemburin'
Kur: 'Aku udah pernah nyoba'
Bo: 'Trus?'
Kur: 'Rasane sesek banget...'
Kekekeke, so mates... I wish smokers don't exhale. I, myself doesn't have problems with smokers, as long as they smoke by themselves, in their own private room. Hehehehe...
Anyway, the later the night was, the shorter the pants were. Wah, malem2, pake hot pants... Ndak kedinginan, mbaaaaak? Saya sadja sudah pake jaket, huehehehehe...
Tommy: 'Kenapa sih, temen2 gw ga ada yang pake hot pants?'
Magda: 'Lu salah bergaul, lu mah bergaulnya ma kitaa2'
Hehe. Come on, hot pants? then my fat will go everywhere *lemak gw bakal kemana2*, huehehe. Not so great view, you know. Anyway, hot pants are beach clothing, right? Anyway,, Tom, kenapa bukan elu yang pake hot pants? huahahahahahahaha... gw poto deh, gw potooooo...
Then we went to our boarding houses. I got home at 12? or was it 1? I forgot. And no, I wasn't drunk... I just forgot. Tommy called just to make sure I'm safe and sound. Thanks for the attention, Tom. Next time, YOU ride me HOME! WAJIB! Biarin! Biarin! Ini Jakarta, Tom... bukan Bali... Di Bali, lu boleh ninggalin gw pulang sendiri jam 2 pagi... tapi, di jakarta... uhuhuhu... untung lu nelpon, kalo nggak udah gw marahin besoknya, huehehehe...
God, I missed them soooooo much! Ga mungkin kan, gw numpang bobo di kosan Tommy, kayak kuliah dulu,,, Dulu mah, ngerjain tugas, dan gw tidur dimana aja, hyahahaha... Ah, jadi kangen ngelembur pas deadline...
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TiQi Bo
I strolled off to see night life in Jakarta last week. I went with Tommy, Magda, Kur2, and Lucy (a friend of Kur). We agreed to meet in EX. No, I was the one who ask them to meet in EX, since I was totally blind of Jakarta. *wanna know the map of Jakarta in my head? It only consists my boarding house, terminal blok M, and my office, how nice...*
Why did I chose EX? To make Heni envy of the three of us (Me, Magda, and Tommy)... hahaha, No, that's not the (main) reason. It's because EX is eye catchy. So if I got pass it while I was in the transjak, I could realize it. Huehehehe... Thanks to Christine, I knew the bus stop I have to drop off in. It's bunderan HI, and then just around 5-8 mins. Not so far...
Got into EX, then I suddenly realize... what's wrong with everybody else? They all look like chinese, here. Not that I'm racists or something, but I do feel unsecure in such condition, hehe. *I started to think, that I should probably change the meeting point to some pasar tradisional, so I could fit in, hehe*. Anyway, I finally met Magda, Kur, and Lucy in EX.
Magda also said to me: 'Lu nyadar ga sih, Bo? Semuanya ceng2, dong...'
Bo: 'Da, lu nyadar dikit juga, dong...'
Magda: 'What?'
Bo: 'You're also a chinese! Kur is a chinese, eventhough he's dark!'
Magda: 'I'm not!'
Bo: 'Stop that denial, Da... just stop... have you ever look yourself in the mirror? come on...'
Magda: 'I'm not, Bo...'
Yeah.yeah. There goes her denial... My beloved friend, just because you just discover that you were chinese when you enrolled the university, dosn't mean that you're not chinese. Me? I can't say a thing when people said 'Jawa, lu!' *walau jarang, hyahahaha... tampang gw mah, ambigu...*
We waited for Tommy,,, he hadn't show up... Ah, maybe he met his kuku, shu shu, cici, cece, koko, first downstairs... probably... huehehehehe...
Magda: 'Bo, see? I told you, we should dress up when we're going to a mall'
Bo: 'I don't care, Da...'
Magda: 'Look, it's like everyone is dressed up'
Bo: 'So? does it seems like I care?'
Really. I don't get it. Why must I wore the bling2 *ohmyeyesissogoingtobeblindseeingthatclothes*, just so I could fit in? Going to the mall were suppose to sooth yourself, right? Would tht be a problem if I wore sandal teplek, selana pendek, dan kaos oblong? I did that in Bali, hehe. Just got up from my nap, wash my face, yawn... and then I went off to the mall. And no body stared at me... what? That day, I dressed properly, I suppose... wearing my polo dress and flat shoes... nothing is wrong, right?
So, we also went to Djakarta theter, to watch curious case of Benjamin Button *ya ampun, Bret pit ganteng bangeeeeeeettttt.... Anyway, the movie was fantastic*. I sat next to Tommy.
Tommy: 'Gw ngeliat banyak ketidakadilan di hari ini, Bo'
Bo: 'Hah?'
Tommy: 'Moso banyak banget, yang cowonya ga ganteng, tapi cewenya cantik banget...'
Bo: 'He?'
Tommy: 'Gitu juga, cewenya jelek, cowonya ganteng banget'
Bo: 'Huahaha... look at the bright side, Tom... lu ma gw masih punya kesempatan untuk mendapatkan lelaki dan perempuan yang berwajah lebih baik dari wajah kita ini, ya kan?'
Tommy: 'Hmm...'
Huahahahaha, Tommy... Tommy... I really missed this kind of chit chat, you know. it's fairness, in my point of view, by the way. And Tom... If you got a girl that you like, go for her! Elu mah, nungguuuu aja kerjaannya, disamber ma orang laen, tauk... A girl would never wait forever, mate.
The movie ended at around 10.30 pm, then we strolled to hrab something to eat. We ate at jalan Sabang, in a pedestrian... There were smokers all over the place.
Magda: 'Kur, besok aku mau nulis di facebook, 'I wish smokers don't exhale''
Kur: 'He?'
Magda: 'Ya, kalo mereka mau ngisep rokok, isep aja semua asapnya mpe abis, nggak usah disemburin'
Kur: 'Aku udah pernah nyoba'
Bo: 'Trus?'
Kur: 'Rasane sesek banget...'
Kekekeke, so mates... I wish smokers don't exhale. I, myself doesn't have problems with smokers, as long as they smoke by themselves, in their own private room. Hehehehe...
Anyway, the later the night was, the shorter the pants were. Wah, malem2, pake hot pants... Ndak kedinginan, mbaaaaak? Saya sadja sudah pake jaket, huehehehehe...
Tommy: 'Kenapa sih, temen2 gw ga ada yang pake hot pants?'
Magda: 'Lu salah bergaul, lu mah bergaulnya ma kitaa2'
Hehe. Come on, hot pants? then my fat will go everywhere *lemak gw bakal kemana2*, huehehe. Not so great view, you know. Anyway, hot pants are beach clothing, right? Anyway,, Tom, kenapa bukan elu yang pake hot pants? huahahahahahahaha... gw poto deh, gw potooooo...
Then we went to our boarding houses. I got home at 12? or was it 1? I forgot. And no, I wasn't drunk... I just forgot. Tommy called just to make sure I'm safe and sound. Thanks for the attention, Tom. Next time, YOU ride me HOME! WAJIB! Biarin! Biarin! Ini Jakarta, Tom... bukan Bali... Di Bali, lu boleh ninggalin gw pulang sendiri jam 2 pagi... tapi, di jakarta... uhuhuhu... untung lu nelpon, kalo nggak udah gw marahin besoknya, huehehehe...
God, I missed them soooooo much! Ga mungkin kan, gw numpang bobo di kosan Tommy, kayak kuliah dulu,,, Dulu mah, ngerjain tugas, dan gw tidur dimana aja, hyahahaha... Ah, jadi kangen ngelembur pas deadline...
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TiQi Bo
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