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feb 29, 2004 |
i
have a little cousin who was born
on feb, 29, 2000.
she's 4
years old
now, but today she'll celebrate her first
birthday!!
isn't it cool??
happy birthday, wafa...
feb 27, 2004 |
last week, a friend sent me a link where i can download some
music sheets
for free *hi mei
 *. after i downloaded
and printed
them, i got depressed 
because there is no
piano
around which i can use for practising.
i started learning piano when i was about 7
years old
as a first grade student. a friend in school *the same friend
who sent me the link* took a piano course, then i told my parents
that i
wanted to take that course too.
they were so
excited
about having a
daughter playing piano.
and a couple weeks later, i started learning to read some notes
and play them.
as normal kid, i was lazy
in practising,
learn everything slowly
but never think to quit the lesson. until suddenly time flied
and i spent already 8
years
with the course then
i quitted.
a few years later i missed it then i entered a
conservatory
for two years. but the peak of all was when i took the summer
school
for piano in slovenia
*see my post on sept
12th*.
after living
in bali,
i hardly touch piano anymore. only sometimes when i visit monsieur
medecin's house. i realized my fingers are rigid
now, unable to dance on the keyboard like before.
the days before i visited
bandung
last month i asked
a friend:
"what i'm gonna do in bandung?"
and he said, "to see your petrof,
of course."
i completely almost
forget
 about my petrof.
it must be laid
untouched
somewhere in hegarmanah. my parents bought it in bratislava,
slovakia,
my mom's favorite place for shopping 
since everything there was cheaper
 than in vienna.
i ended up didn't
touch
my petrof in bandung. but i played mei's petrof in her house.
it was the
last time
i touched a piano.
last night, i added my
secret wish list:
one day in the future, my petrof and i will live together again.
feb 26, 2004 |
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last
weekend was alila
ubud's *previously known as chedi
ubud*
turn 
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unlike begawan
giri, i've been here many |
times, but never
get bored.
the rice field comes along from the entry road, the natural
stones, the gallery, the unique car park, the trees, the steep
path, the overflow swimming pool *one
of the most beautiful in the world*, the simple design,
the forrest valley, the humid rain season aura, the stars on
ubud sky at night, but most of all: the
serenity.
designed by kerry
hill (i think he also designed chedi
bandung
*changed name to malya
now* and the serai
*changed name to alila
manggis*, but not
alila
jakarta), it has simple lines everywhere. simple
thing doesn't make you get bored easily.
but since a couple years ago, a new hotel called puri
wulandari blocked
its view  . it's
pretty funny because of course people expect to see some natural
views
instead of a huge concrete building in front of their windows
 . and the guests
keep asking  , "what
is that?" the staffs can't do anything except answer honestly,
"errr... another hotel."
but you know what i like the most? it has 24
hours free internet connection!! 
compared to ritz-calton
that charged rp 50000 for 30 minutes!!! 
and
thanks to no
tv
alila
ubud, i finished reading 
the
reader (der vorleser) by bernhard
schlink, a book translated
from german.
the book is divided into 3 parts. i
like the first part the most
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don't like the second part *which has many things to do
with courts and laws  *,
but the third part was ok. i like the ending. especially
the part when she kept the tin cup. it's about michael
berg
and his relation with
hanna schmitz
for so many years.
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some
highlight
from last weekend:
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tried
aquatonic pool
at ritz
carlton-spa |
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dinner
 at
puri
wulandari |
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found
a yummi
noodle
place in north denpasar |
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the
best breakfast:
ritz-carlton
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went
to the
legian *one of my
favorite
hotel*, tapi batere kamera gue abis 
& gue begitu pintar gak bawa charger!!
padahal the
club-nya
yg masih baru bagus banget  . |
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pas
masuk kerja lagi, badan gue kerasa patah2
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satu jari kaki gue jadi ungu
ketabrak pintu lemari
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and
yesterday i got another postcard from ona
in pittsburgh.
it's an ambigram
from john
langdon.
the words ambiguity,
philosophy,
and the yin-yang
picture can be viewed
from 2 sides.
so cool!  |
 feb
25 , 2004
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When
I was fifteen, I got hepatitis. It started in the fall and lasted
until spring. As the old year darkened and turned colder, I
got weaker and weaker. Things didn't start to improve until
the new year. January was warm, and mother moved my bed out
onto the balcony. I saw sky, clouds, and heard the voices of
children playing in the courtyard. As dusk came one evening
in February, there was the sound of blackbird singing.
-- Chapter
1
(Part One) - The
Reader - Bernhard
Schlink
Being sick when you are a child or growing up is such an
enchanted interlude! The outside world, the world of free time
in the yard or the garden or on the street, is only a distant
murmur in the sick room. Inside, a whole world of characters
and stories proliferates out of the books you read. The fever
that weakens your perception as it sharpens your imaginatination
turns the sickroom into someplace new, both familiar and strange;
monsters come grinning out of the patterns on the curtains and
the carpet, and chairs, tables, bookcases, and wardrobes burst
out of their normal shapes and become mountains and buildings
and ships you can almost touch although they're far away. Through
the long hours of the night you have the church clock for company
and the rumble of occasional passing car that throws its headlights
across the wall and ceiling. These are hours without sleep,
which is not to say that they're sleepless, because on the contrary,
they're not about lack of anything, they're rich and full. Desires,
memories, fears, passion form labyrinths in which we lose and
find and then lose ourselves again. They are hours when anything
is possible, good or bad.
-- Chapter
5
(Part One) - The
Reader - Bernhard
Schlink
One of my few vivid recollections of early childhood has
to do with a winter morning when I was four years old. The room
I slept in at that time was unheated, and at night and first
thing in the morning it was often cold. I remember the warm
kitchen and the hot stove, a heavy piece of iron equipment in
which you could see the fire when they're lifted out the plates
and rings with a hook, and which always held a basin of hot
water ready. My mother had pushed a chair up close to the stove
for me. I remember the wonderful feeling of warmth, and how
good it felt to be washed and dressed in this warmth. I also
remember that whenever I thought back to this afterwards, I
always wondered why my mother had been spoiling me like this.
Was I ill? Had my brothers and sisters been given something
I hadn't? Was there something coming later in the day that was
nasty or difficult that I had to get through?
-- Chapter
7
(Part One) - The
Reader - Bernhard
Schlink
feb 24, 2004 |
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY TO ME...
*damn! i feel old*
*happy birthday to you too, sista
*
*and you, nico*
feb 19, 2004
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cyprus?
what?
where?
a country? |
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those questions
came across my mind when stella introduced
herself back
in the uni
*i'm sure it's in other people's mind too when i say 'indonesia'*.
of course i have heard about cyprus,
but i had no idea what kind of country is it.
it's an island
country
in the mediteranean
sea
and most people who live there is greek.
like stella.
stella was my
best friend,
beautiful, with green eyes and blond hair *later she kept
changing her hair color*, a bit fat, 2 days older than me,
loved chocolate
,
tried to quit
smoking all the time but never succeed, spent more
times
in my appartment than in her own which she shared with 2 other
cyprusian girls, and she loved wearing
my sweaters.
we spent many times together: travelling
to szeged
and pecs
for benetton
sale, biking
on margit island, cursing
 the unbelievable
hard physic exams, got free
chinese
food
by mingled among the taiwanese tourists *thx to christine
*, had
snowball fight
against the guys from other departments, went to see movies,
or just walking around on vaci
utca.
we had a stupid
habit
for watching movies: always came a few second before it started,
or just late. movies were very
cheap
back then. but new movies were always came late
to hungary *like
in bali*. we usually saw the movie's ad on mtv
*hi sista * and
it said: coming
across europe
*it was really across europe, from ireland
to israel*.
then they showed each country's flag with the date but we
never found
hungary there.
i remembered she came with me to visit my parents in vienna
once. she loved 
the city *siapa sih yg gak jatuh cinta sama wina??*. i planned
to visit cyprus during easter vacation
but i didn't make it. padahal gue udah
dapet visa-nya
*it even still sticks on my expired passport*. why? i don't
remember. maybe i was just lazy
*dan sekarang nyesel
banget *
dear stella,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
*i supposed to post this on feb
22nd,
stella's birthday. but i'll be away until tuesday*
feb 19, 2004
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when
i had lunch
with friends
in denpasar,
i accidentaly found the
magdalene sisters and lost
in translation.
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a
good
movie  , no
wonder it won
in many festivals in 2002. the story was in ireland,
in 1960s.
about the girls (margareth,
bernadette,
and rose)
who were rejected
by their own families because of sin.
they were sent to work in a laundry
owned by the catholic church. there, they were treated
like
slaves  ,
everything is controlled, and didn't even allow to talk
each other. this is
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base
on true
story
and the last magdalene
laundry
was closed in 1996. check out the interesting article about
it here.
people
talked about this movies everywhere.
so i was so excited 
when i found it. but it was just a normal movie  .
about two americans
in tokyo,
living in the same hotel, got bored, and went out together.
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feb 17, 2004
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in
the name of insomnia
attack
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i finished reading
the
crazed, a novel by ha
jin. this is not bad, but i think i should read
his other novel called waiting
*it's in my wishlist
 * which he
won a
national book award.
about jian,
a graduated student, who were preparing for his
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ph.d
exam while taking care of his dying
professor. then
he changed
all of his life. his fiancée
who couldn't accept his decision, broke him up. being broken
heart  , he joined
the students demonstration in tiananmen
square.
Everybody
was surprised when Professor Yang suffered a stroke in the spring
of 1989. He had always been in good health, and his colleagues
used to envy his energy and productiveness.....
His stroke unsettled me, because I was engaged to his daughter,
Meimei, and under his guidance I had been studying for the Ph.D.
entrance exams for the classical literature program at Beijing
University. I hope to enroll there so that i could join my fiancée
in the capital, where we planned to build our nest.
-- the
crazed - ha
jin
feb 17, 2004
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I
hate the way the way you talk to me And the way you cut your
hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate when you lie
I hate it when you make my laugh Even worse when you make me
cry
I hate it when you're not around And the fact that you didn't
call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all............
-- 10
things i hate about you
*stolen
from this
blog  *
feb 16, 2004 |
feb 13, 2004
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counting
down 11
days
before my
birthday
presents
are welcomed
wholeheartedly... 
let's
see what will happen today, friday
the 13th
feb 12, 2004
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je
te prensente...
proudly present
the pictures
of the
awesome
tirtha bali
if they're so gloomy
and grey
 , just blame
the cloudy 
weather
more
pictures are on june
6, 2003
feb
11 , 2004
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the
week before i left for my
so-called-vacation  ,
i watched heaven.
a good
movie .
european movies
are always so different from the hollywood. they're more
into the art
*remember amelie?
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more the
beauty of the scenery and atmostphere.
the hollywoods usually show more the
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the setting was in italy.
comme d'habitude, i was so curious where was in italy?? i was
sure it
wasn't rome
because i had been there. in the middle of the movie i found
out that they were in torino
(turin).
i'm
not a soccer fan,
but someone who was a die-hard fan 
of juventus told me that turin was the home of juventus
*too bad, he doesn't read my blog anymore *.
and my dad who used to live in italy told me that turin is the
home of fiat,
the famous italian car.
pas gambar yg ditampilin bentuk kota-nya
dari atas yg kotak2,
gue suka gitu liatnya *ini yg bikin gue yakin kalo itu bukan
roma, because if i visit a city, i usually own
its map*. gue juga sukaaa 
bagian pas mereka naik kereta api trus ngelewatin
terowongan. udah gitu gue juga suka
bagian ngeliat rel kereta api
dari jendela gerbong paling belakang.
mungkin rada aneh kalo di indonesia satu gerbong isinya cuman
2 orang. tapi gue pernah tuh pas pulang liburan dari pförzheim
+ stuttgart di jerman sama atsuko
segerbong cuman berdua. dan gue inget banget si atsuko ke jendela
paling belakang trus motret gambar rel yg makin mengecil.
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and
a couple days ago, i watched girl
with a pearl earring. like i told you on jan
21, i just read the
book and looking
forward to see the movie.
but everytime i watch a movie from a book i read, all
i got is a dissapointment
.
the book is always better. and most of the time the movie
ruins my imagination
*aaaargh *.
but on the other hand i kept watching the movies from
a book because of my big curiousity and sometimes i'm
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lazy
to read the book .
feb 10, 2004
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on
my first day in my office, i found 4
postcards
waiting for me on my desk!!
whoaaaa....
the
first one is from ona
in pittsburgh.
he was in
new york for thanksgiving
and stayed by the central park.
the picture is the aerial
view of central park.
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i
also get 2 more postcards from watt
in
kuala
lumpur.
one is the picture of kuala
lumpur tower
which is the fourth
tallest telecommunications
towers in the world (421 meters) *i didn't |
know
that before  *
and the other one is the picture of putrajaya
mosque.
this huge mosque has dome measuring 36 meter in diameter
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and
116 meter high minaret.
and
the cutest
 one is from
chrysalic
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the picture is london
telephone box
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feb 9, 2004
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i'm
just back from my bye-bye-office-welcome-vacation
leave days .
it was something that i
didn't even dare to dream of.
thank
you
guys  , sorry for
the broken car  .
the spas
were killing and
relaxing  .
the sushi
party
was sooo yummy...
dear begawan
giri,
you really stole
my heart .
after i let you come into my life, the
other looked so
ordinary...
*but you
got a friendly & sweet host *
you
were not bad either, but just too
formal,
too symmetrical
everywhere.
and this
guy was still
awesome
*i wrote about
it on june
6, 2003*
i got some pictures
of begawan giri to be shared. but please don't expect
them to be nice pictures
since i'm such a terrible
photographer, and they're just some boring
buildings.
if you still remember, i wrote about begawan giri on july
30, 2003.
more pictures are coming...
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