Saturday, August 29, 2009

From Newswire

 
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The Week in Review


Aug. 22 - 29, 2009 — Hamas youth camp; a new Iranian star in Iraq; another loss for the Kennedy dynasty
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wed 26

"It's Wed," I said to myself as I'm lazily laying on my back on the brown saggy carpet while the tip of my heavy head is resting on the mattress, if you look me from outside the glass window, i perfectly look like a homicide--only sexier because i'm on my last nite underwear with nothing more, it has been a hell of a sunny day in here and i am more than dehydrated, I am acutely bored with the TV, the only induligence for a few hours before my shift starts later in the afternoon.
MTV has never been so boring, it seems like they're simply airing the same playlist from yesterday and the day before, exactly the same order of song. Then a man shows up on Discovery Travel & Living, "Semi pro footballer slash Mortgage Something." The fact is he smiles alot which is nice to see. And he has this quirky laugh that successfully shows how inconvenient to be recorded on cameras with one big tag, "I'm an Idiot, cooking is not my thing." 
Well, it's not written on his forhead, actually. He lives alone in his flat/apartment/house and does the Junk Food fiesta everyday and run for rescue to his mom for a slight of delightful change on the menu. We have a lot of common so i decided to stay tune for a little longer. "I hope i can learn something from him!" I am so excited.
Then here comes this chinese looking so-called chef to his rescue in a surprisingly British accent, like him. That was the moment I realized not all stuffs on TV are from the States. AND I started to like their accent with lots of emphasitation on the "t." And British/European  dont use a lot of ,"like," in their speaking like Americans.
"That is totally me!!" I said shamelessly when the poor guy was challenged to cook for his whole family by the so-called Chinese Man With British Accent Chef after been taught how to cook one dish. He is all but panicky, fried stuffs before preparing another necessary things, "he's very disorganized," the voice who takes me along the program comments--he could be the chef himself. That's why I don't like cooking. I'm not saying I hate cooking, I just find it tortureously painful especially when it's done and the only look i got from your pretty face is like WTF?! Are you trying to kill me?! And the sad fact is I had never tasted any good thing from my own cook.
And just after watched it and another episode of sci-fi stuff on AXN Beyond, Green called me from downstairs, "I'm hungry, can you take care of the cafe for a while?" His older sister came with lunchboxes.  My day is saved by the homemade super delicious lunch, hallelujah!!
Talking about homemade cook, i used to think my family was the master but during my university years 1460 days ago, i had realized i was wrong. It always takes some time for my tongue to get use to the salty food. Mom being a fish seller takes home fish that will last until the next day's lunch, cook them all (some are fried and some are curried or something,) and always generously pour the salt imagining it was the lovemagic she's working on. There were moment i was sick of the fish which was mostly fried all the time.
"What do you have?"
"Fish. Fried Fish."
And I would have the same old answer to the same questions. Porks and chicken meat are seasonal menu. Dad was the only great fan of pork. He'd get super intensive activities in the kicthen, "I'm just taking tiny portion," he'd say if anyone of us caught him working on a small plate of steamed rice and pork only a few minutes after breakfast or lunch or dinner.While my fetish is catfish which was a late discovery, again, during the univ years.
Mom would slain a chicken/hen upon my arrival on Christmas or Easter, "We'll have chicken tonite," she'd say excitedly, waits for my OMG You're the Coolest Mom look. It happened the first two years of my univ, later on I'd told her to stop giving me Homecoming treat, I miss the catsfish, you know, I would say but it's rare in Sibolga. I had never watched how mom cooks the Satanic Chicken, her signature dish I love the most. She mixed the Raw Blood of the Chicken as a finishing touch when the cook is boiled and done. Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with Pagan or Satanic sect, we're Christian and say Amen and decorate our five-year-old outdated green Christmas tree on December and watch Jesus on the  crucifix on Easter--if it's on TV, of course.
Anyway, what i'm trying to say is that cooking is a sort of discouraging thing for me. I'd totally go YES Yes Yes for washing dish and take care of  a  pain-in-the-ass toddler instead.
Green said he wanted to buy stuffs and fill the fridge with  onion, tomatos and veggies and stuffs which never happen so far. The idea of cooking for others is ultimately the World War threat and can cause a panick attack, seriously.
By the way, I talked with Ellie on the phone today. 
"What and how are you doing?" I said in plain English and she was all like Halo Halo Halo Yes, who? Halo.
I dialled her number again. Didnt work, either.
But she finally said, "Hi Jerry," on my third attempt, "I'm cleaning up his fan."
She went on saying how amazing Cairns is, "The house is overlooking the mountains. There's just so many things I can do in here." Which she translated,"The house had never been cleaned for five years."
Well, at least she keeps herself busy with fun things like the fan and she's loving it.
Lammy called me earlier this afternoon.
"Do you want me to pick you up at the airport," I asked,"tomorrow is my midnite shift, you know."
He'll leave Bali around 10 in the morning. "How's the weather out there?" I asked the other day while looking outside, the rain was showing its  ugly hardcore.
"Nice and sunny," he replied.
"Oh, I see. I just hope it'll be rain for the next four last days of your stay."
"Thank you so much," he said.
It's getting dark outside. 5.22 pm and i still have  five and a half hour to go until my shift over. Please, let there be no rain nor blackout, not until I finish working, shower, and on my sleeping brief. Amen.
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Monday, August 24, 2009

Quiet good Monday.
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From Newswire

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The Afghan people went to the polls last Thursday in an election hailed as a success. But was it?
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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Can't you a bit bitchier? Please?

Life never fails to show me more things I should understand, or at leats, try to.
As I'm growing older and seeing more and more traits of personalities, uniqueness of each human being, along with his/her lines of disappointing little weakness and gracefullness, I say to myself, I hope I won't hurt someone, ever. But I guess I failed, like, alot, though in some occassion, I cannot find what went wrong.
"Hi, how you been?" I asked him, online buddy who is not frequently online and it's been a while not to catch up.
"Things're fine," he replied, "How are you?"
We exchanged a few more questions until he went numb.
"So, any news you'd like to share," I tried to break the ice, unable to offer hilarious or entertaining updates from my own life.
"Life goes on!" 
One short line and he went offline. He left me wondering what wrong have I done?
I wish I could be wiser and more sensitive, passionate, and  understanding to every single friends I have. I wish there's always be common understanding that leaving things undone, making traces of doubt and uninvited self-guilt over something I cannot decipher, is not the wisest thing someone could ever done. But well, that's life, that's the point where I should stop asking myself what on earth should I do, because, as a matter of fact, I wasn't born to fix the world. I wasnt born to be Jesus.
Life would certainly be far more interesting if people can be more bitchy when thing goes wrong, talk it out.
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Aug. 15 - 22, 2009 — Iraq getting nasty, Germany getting the best of the EU, and debt getting the best of Britain. Click on the date for more.
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Friday, August 21, 2009

From Newswire

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The German-Russian relationship strengthens.
 
» The Common Hatred Global Politician, Aug. 21, 2009
 
The U.S. wants to leave. But can it?
 
Who ordered the strike, however, remains an open question.
 
Brad Macdonald
The missing freighter has been located, but we’re still searching for the truth.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Untitled

With a cold sweat, I finally able to sleep after three in the morning last Sunday, the room is foolishly too big for my, I'm telling you, especially when the only light is either from the light outside--on the road, or from the closed door bathroom 4 meters from the king sized bed, my feet widely/wildly seperated from each other, face buried in the pillow tried to think anything that can drag me to sleep, anything. And it was the moment I wish I could be more imaginative because all I could ever thought about was shitty things like ghosts and deaths and sex, combinations to complicate my acutely lonely days.
You're pathetic, I said to myself which led me to more unintellectual imaginations. I grabbed the TV remote and tuned into Baby TV, Good Night Hug is always on air these kind of time, the soothing classical music helped me to stay awake for more hundreds of seconds.
The best moment was the next early morning, it was raining and dark even after nine in the morning which looked more like six in the evening. I was woken up by the morning shift girl shouted my name from outside the building, the helmet basically ate up her small head. Complaining why on earth should we work on Independence Day, she fromatting the PCs  half-heartedly, and it's bloody raining, she went on, begging for my approval and sad expression.She imagined going out to the cold highland Berastagi with her hunk, or, off to the Bazaar downtown, there's gotta be some nice clothes to buy, she whined.
Mom. 
I've gotta speak to her.
I dialled Nenny's, there's not even dialling tone. 
Dialled Renata's, she answered in such a rush, call Nenny's Stop  I'm on the way Stop. Okay? Stop 
I can only say Sure, thanks.
Dialled Nenny's again, this time it worked. She picked up kind of slow, let out a lazy Halo and How are you.
Five Minutes Courtesy Talk followed by mom's voice, excited.
Happy Birthday Mom!! I used my best/most enthustiastically excited voice, imagining myself standing in front of her empty handedly and feeling a bit guilty for that. Thank you, she said followed by a short pause before I let out a small nervous laugh. She then went on talking something out of Birthday-related stuffs like You know what, we were excorted by a dumbass driver, we got lost downtown (Medan,) she said dramatically but there was a happy sigh and chuckles along the way, so I said we got off here and he was like, do you know where are you going? and i was like, dude, I'm living here (of course, she lied,) and I led the small group, your Auntie Boston, Auntie Eva, and Auntie Thamrin to your Auntie Titok's house.
I laughed and had to wait till she finished with their Unfortunate One Day Medan Wedding Bus Adventure to ask what'd she do for her Birthday, We had fried noodle for breakfast, she replied. She has this habit of cooking occassional menu for this kind of day as if fried noodle is out of ordinary.  But then, thanks to her super careful budget managemnet that we could literally survive during the hardships when the late Dad was still alive and healthy. And I'm going to see the Independence ceremony downtown, hopefully will meet up with old friends, she said.
Um, I'm sorry I couldn't see you when you were in town and i'm so sorry for not giving you anything for your birthday, I said without expecting any answer from her but she did said It's Ok, son. 
The fact is we don't have celebrative birthday tradition since our childhood, I've never had run to the neighorhoods with cute small Bithday invitation cards like I'd used to get from more fortunate kids. Mom, he has such awsome shoes, I'd said once to mom on one given elementary school Christmas celebartion ayt a church, I kept looking at this boy's shoes which had colored rhythmic lights everytime they touched the earth. As the time went on and more kids showed up, I saw more and more lighted shoes. But I perfectly knew and understood that I simply hurt myself with such hopes/thoughts. So does mom, she never gives herself any birthday present. Anyhow, I have never had this feeling of missed out beautiful chidlhood because of the lack of money and posessions.
But you can take the money transfer tomorrow, finally i could tell her the good news, you know, buy some nice foods for you guys and buy yourself something something, I said with undeniably good feeling washed away my melancholic mood because of the rain, work and all.
I hang up the phone and went on with my usual stuffs, and felt good though later that evening, I ended up sleeping after one in the moring. Life is beautiful no matter how sucks it is to be a little bit lonely. Life is simply good. It is.
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Can take such a long time
Life is not a sure thing
Can walk right past your eyes
Like a dream you couldn’t keep
My eyes were open at the right time
When you were looking my way

And I’LL TAKE YOU HOME
Not just for the weekend
We’ll chase the days alive
Welcome in the night
I want another sign

And I’ll keep you warm
Not just for this moment
We’ll walk a million miles
Through the years of our lives
Never alone, Cos I’ll take you home

Fell for a wandering star
Wasn’t meant to be
Gave my heart to a broken dream
Faded too easily

My eyes were open at the right time
When you were walking my way
And I’LL TAKE YOU HOME
Not just for the weekend
We’ll chase the days alive
Welcome in the night
I want another sign

Taken from Damien Leith's Not Just For The Weekend
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From Newswire

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ANALYSIS
 
Why the office of the president demands our respect 
 
The Kremlin’s gentle takeover 
 
Robert Morley
Germany is conquering Europe without firing a shot. 
 
Ron Fraser
The mass media would have us believe that Germany continues to remain a weak military power, dependent on the U.S. and NATO for protection. But, what is Germany’s true military potential?
 
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Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Week in Review


Aug. 8 - 15, 2009 — Hezbollah in Lebanon, Germany in space and ESL in England.
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"...His ex, Lony, is pissed. She vows she's gonna jihad her ass by the end of this year."
Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics
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Friday, August 14, 2009

Facebook helps you re-connect. Sort of, I guess.

It started last week, maybe? I dunno but Facebook not only helps you re-connect with old buddies but it also helps someone you never spoke to/liked/ignored/loathed to be easily found/stalk/haunt you, and oddly enough, wanted to add you for whatever reasons.

And that is happening and getting worse after I approved the first one or two friend request, more and more came and is keep on coming and that makes me sick in the stomach yet cannot reject/refuse another request because I should treat people equally, rite? And I'm not racist/picky but I'm suffering from being expossed to utterly stoopid dorky creatures I've got to call Ex-Univ mates. Their Facebook updates are not even funny, much less their messages/Frequently Asked Questions on my inbox like:

"Hi! Halo!" ---Yes, thats all which I replied with Halo, Hi!

"Hi Jerry, where are you now? What's your job now? Are you married now? How are you now?"---which I didnt answer.

And they're over-rape my screen with one-liner whiny status.

Or, am I so damn picky, indeed?
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From Newswire

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Obama bulldozing Israel’s future American Thinker, Aug. 14, 2009
 
ANALYSIS
Peaceful nuclear cooperation was supposed to bring nuclear technology to developing nations for peaceful pursuits. Instead, it has become one of the biggest factors behind nuclear weapons proliferation. 
 
 
Stephen Flurry
Twenty years on, the question is still up for debate.
 
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

It was Called Vision Project

After completed my last few torturously boring hours at work yesterday afternoon, I ran upstairs and literally dressed up for the cable-something meeting/discussion panel/seminar which name neither of me nor Ellie knew.
And dressed up means put on my rare-to-wear shirt and dark brown pants and boots with socks inside and a few spray of perfume i only use when i want to feel sexy, which is, like i said, only on rare occassion (excuse my poor pronounciation and spelling.)
4.30 pm we were supposed to be there and we managed to be physically arrived five or six meters from the hotel's front gate at 4. 30, my breath was ok after a quick brush and oh-you-look-good-indeed! from Ellie helped me alot to walk up straight and ignore how tight the pants that it felt as if i was wearing a black Hose a compliment from Ellen DeGeneres.And that blue long-sleeved felt funny in my skin since it'd been 'stocked' in my closet since i'd quit from the Citibank.
A short woman trapped in her sloppy loose blue jeans and stripes tee shirt with five-years-riding-in-a-motorbike hair approached us as we sat down on the lobby when Ellie started talked her mouth about how she wanted to spend a nite in Singapore and to spend some time staring up at the infamous Merlion, "Xcuse me, are you invited?" she Halo-ed us, "for the meeting, rite?"
We nodded and she asked our names and here comes the funny little much anticipated part,"When they asks your profession, name one of those Middle-to-High-Class job, understand?"
Ellie had a hard time to pick what she runs for business, "Sorry, we've had many Boutiqe owners in the previous session," the dark skinned woman protests, "we need di-ver-si-ty."
Ellie ended up running a boutiqe because she made this funny confused look when the wifey who sat next to us suggested Food Catering Business. Me? Don't try to make me laugh.
"Age?" She asked Ellie first, "No, no. We got too many 26-year-old attendees."
Ellie was corrupted her age and became one year older while I had to memorize my one-line weapon, "Hi, I'm Jerry and I'm (so fricking) 28 years old." I felt as if i was in a Bourbon Mood when I heard myself. With this face, you're not kidding anyone!
Two civil servant women who sat three and a half meters across our seats were sent home because, well, they lazily dragged their dark green skirts instead of put on any casual pants or simply zebra underpants.
"They want some Chinese attendee," the woman who invited us whined, "I've gotta find another damn chine-esh!" Thanks to the quick witted widower-in-the-funeral looked Chinese woman who arrived after both of the civil servant were gone. So, the Chinese woman made sat on the corner of the lobby, speak Chinglish--Chinese English which sound more like the frying half-done scrambled egg.
6 pm and we were still waiting for our session to kick off. We were handed 6-page-questionaire that tried to make us made guilty confession of what and how many electronic appliances do we personally have and how often we go to the mall/plaza and for what purpose, how addicted are we to TV Cable and are we have intellectual taste for TV. Here's my answers which I paraphrased:
The Truth
iPod None
DVD Played Yes; 1--belongs to Al
Digital Camera None
Camcorder None
LCD TV None None
Plasma TV None
High Speed Net None
MP3 Player None
Laptop None
But they only wanted to read what they wanted to read so I half-heartedly wrote down The Big Fat Lie, labelled most of the appliances as SONY.
The answer to how often and for what purpose I go to mall in a week, I wrote twice a week for my compulsory buying habit and much less necessary things/needs.
Cable channels I watch? Instead of admitting I only watched CNN during Sarah Palin Quest, I put it as the rank No.1, followed by BBC, Nat Geo while in reality I only watch CNN when I happen to catch whathisname Italian anchorman whose smiles I like and indulge myself into TV series I hardly follow like Greek, the Ghost Wishperer, and some more junks on Star World and Nick and Cartoon Network.
I felt sick to my stomach when I've had to repeat my answers during the Impress Us discussion panel which soon we found out called Vision Research from one of TV Cable companies whose name so Chinese to most of the attendees, "What? Never heard that! We're familiar with their phone and internet sister companies," a man frowned.
"They have Cable TV?" the Wifey commented.
"I bet they only air ads from their company groups," joked another man who looked enjoyed the snacks on the table, i noticed most of the things're gone except the plate of chips none bothered to sink their hands into. The self-acclaimed married 26-year-old Chinese woman next to me hardly let out any noticable comments, she sat up straight like one of those Interviewed missus Brain Beauty Behavior Finalists In Their Night Gowns with Fake Smiles.
When she was asked what channel she likes the most, she led us into five minutes solemnity and then proudly acclaimed, "I dont like watching TV."
The other Veiled Smiley Always Wishpers On Her Phone Woman made it worse by saying, "I dont have access to Cable TV but my married brother next door has one. It's two months old now."
I really wanted to laugh my ass off and like, "Where the hell are you from? They (company) are expecting to meet Cable TV subsscribers/Addicts!!"
Then it was my turn to answer smart-ass-ed-ly:
"I subscribe to Indovision" (which is slightly true but Al pays for it now and puts it into the living room.)
What're your hobbies?
I was going to say Singing? But no. "I love soccer (Liar! Not even watch it,) and love traveling "(true but hardly do it.)
Ah, where do you travel?
"Beaches."(I truly said that in English which sounds more like Bitches--though we were generally speaking Bahasa Indonesia most of the time.) "I usually set up a group trip with some friend from univ years, "I gave more seriously fake story, I said convincingly and tried my best not too look at ellie or I'd burst into laughters, "It's, um, annual thing, anyway."
The conversation went on and on until i figured out this interviewer absolutely HAD NO IDEA about Satellite TV and knows less than Five graders who watch Nick at Nite.
"Okay, maybe we should ask others' opinions because it seems that you are more than an expert in here," she stabbed me in my forehead simply because I dominated the conversation with my Martin Luther Sermon About Satellite TV and Stuffs and added more personal views on this, literally outdo her wits and so-called knowledge. She hated me for sure though she let out her crispy laughters sometimes.
The whatevertheycallit interview/dialoque/FAQ which started late at 7 finally was about to finish when she went to her Secret Chamber each time she handed out the glossy paper of their Cable TV Packages. Again, I bitched too much she'd had to ask each person in circle the very same question and the answer were monogamos: "We hate expensive offers." In short, eventhough she tried to bribe us with a goodie bag of a CD pouch + weird thing looked like BlackBerry case only it is extremely small for it + a pen which broke as soon as I tried to see what kind of stuff it has inside + cold meal with stale fried chicken and rice, we made unanimous impression, we'd stick to our current Pay TV company. Shame on them, and I feel sorry for some reason, but mostly for their ridiculous package offers to the mass market.
The good thing came in the end after the handshake and Oh-You-Have-Facebook-Account?!: The plain white envelope with 150.000 inside. Bless you, sister!
I got back home with a lil nailing headache in the back of my head, it was 10.30 pm and i was starving, ate the cold meal in the room with a short grateful prayer which I'd never done in ages," Thanks for the tips money, you know. Amen."
No, I couldnt sleep. So, I stayed awake until 3 in the morning with Facebook in the screen, attending my Farm Town game, Ignored the Ready To Harvest Apple Trees and stuffs.
And now, I'm working the 4pm-11pm shift since Nur, the ex worker re-hired to replace Ellie who works in the morning shift. Everything's fine except my growling stomach. Will grab/buy somethhing to eat now.
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From Newswire

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Racial tension is not just afflicting the United States. 
 
» What was Clinton’s deal with North Korea? Human Events.com, Aug. 7, 2009
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Monday, August 10, 2009

If Others Have Their Will, Ann Hath A Way!



"We're going this Monday," Ellie said as she walked into the room, "She just called me and asked us to be there befpre 4.30 pm."

"Where's the invitation cards and stuffs?" I replied, confused because she said she was supposed to deliver the cards herself. "She said she'd meet us at the Traveller's Suites," Ellie convinced me, "But she asked us to come in such casual outfits and said we come voluntarily."

"Ah yes, you are a contractor," she finished.

WTF? I'm not good at lying, so does my face and my damn clothes. But whatever, it'll suppose to be fun since we'll spend hours of talking my die-hard fave thing: Satellite/pay/TV shits. Yay.

Woke up this morning and tried some long kept shirts i'd tucked inside my closet which looked so worn-out, hell with it, they wont kick me out because of my dread look and boots, rite?

The weather is dull at the moment and it feels like the 90's when I was still in high school and smell the swamp and bufallos besides our class. Wet grass and damp odors, oils in hands and Math on the blackboard, it just feels oddly old rite now, dunnow why.

Lammy is sleeping upstairs, JayJay is playing Blue Beats, and I need to take a dump and do minutes of meditation with chemical gas and water cleanser. In the meantime, have yourself a great day.
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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Mating season sucks

The heavy rain early in the evening of Satuday has never been mattered to me at all the reasons to stay wide awake nine in the evening like Saturday Night Live or HBO or any given DVD movies were less motivated, so after my quick shower, I headed for the bed in the dim lit room, hoping the rain wouldn't stop until the next morning right about the time I should wake up and get going for the new day. I wanted a long nice deep dream(less) sleep.
No.Damnit.
I was startled by the dog's bark and disappointingly smelly breath and body who has been whining in beside my bed, running nose and breath over-expossing my face. He barked again, was about to jump at me. 
One o'clock in the fricking morning, perfect.
I sat with my back on the wall, looked at him wearily, "Don't ask me to open the door and the gate just for you to get laid, dickhead!"  Now he even got more excited with the thought I would just do that. I stood on my feet and went to pee. Switched on the light in the room and tiptoed to the kicthen for some water, "I've had no dinner except two slices of toasted bread with condensed milk." Then that reminded me of how I-can't-believe-you! look from Al who was bitterly witnessed how i abruptly wrapped the toasted bread into a tissue and worked my mouth on it and washed it down with water from my large beer glass while he was preparing the Pasta Dinner earlier that eve. I gave him What?! look and left the kicthen with a sense of guilt, I should stick to my damn healthy menu but sometimes life consists only one word: Lazy.
Kiko followed me walking back to my bed, excitement withered yet foolishly slept under the bed. Then the his female encounter let out a come-here-like-now wolf-like moan which is locked inside the next door car repair shop. He started his barks, i literally shouted at him to get out of the room which he obediently did--only to return after i turned off the light and slept on my side.
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From Newswire

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Aug. 1 - 8, 2009 — Fatah’s “moderate” views, Europe’s unemployment problem and President Obama’s poll problem.
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Never Mind Me

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Saturday, August 8, 2009

It was about the time to execute my long(er) hair so i got my haircut yesterday after did some grocery. It was around lunch time, 12ish and the barbershop was empty with only two workers and his wifey with her ass facing the door, hair around her neck---in her PJ. She was talking something with her husband and the three of them looked at my way, smiled cordially and resumed whatever they've been talking about, while the younger barber came approcahing me and put on his mask. I voluntarily sat on the chair closest to the road and the pleasure began. I love getting a hair-whatever-treatment, play with my hair than I'd be all but a sweet calm creature.

And he shaved my facial hair without asking me first and though I've just shaved --amateurly which caused some blood stains--I nodded and closed my eyes. His armpit's odor was killing me. I forgot how he looks like since he applied the mask as soon as I stood there but during the cutting session, he seemed so absored into his indefinite thoughts or simply found cutting my hair was pretty tricky. Either way, he did it fast and furious--the way he pressed the shaver into my head was kinda harsh as if he was irritably trying to rub clean a dirty dinner table. When he finished with my hair and shaved my neck and stuffs, with both hands he held my head just like one of those film when he was about to break a villain's neck--and he did it, but instead of any damage. A rough rub/massage on my shoulder and scalp, then whipping the small towel around my head and shoulders. Finito.

Met Al at home with tissue on his hand and antiseptic spray on the other hand, in his PJ pants cleaning up the living room, "Everything's so nasty/dirty," he said, "Ah, new haircut."

The handy man will probably come soon to check the fridge and the washing machine, he said later on. I went to my room, stopped as i stood beside the weist height mirror which facing the shower door. Looked at my own reflection, looked up at my head and then I took a sort of Mugshots for your viewing pleasure.

I spent the rest of the day with a short nap and raked the front yard, watched a few minutes of Adventureland DVD movi, shower, early dinner, and a bottle of beer before bedtime. And now I wish I were in Kuta beach doing some swimming lesson with Oprah and Nate Berkus--would like to ask Nate to do a major make-over for my room.

Got a super excited screamy Ellie on the phone yesterday, "I'm going to Cairns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" At least, that was the only thing I could grasp between her screams and laughters and screams and laughters. She's gonna stay over there for three months which hopefully will do her good. I also hope Tommy and Lamro would get their visa approvals soon. Come to think of it, it's just a matter of time when everyone is leaving; Ellie off to Australia, Lamro heads for the Netherlands, Tomy off to Canada. I will end up with Green and Al.
When Ash comes from Shang Hai this October, it would be stale. C'est la vie, eh? Maybe I should re-activate my so-called social network sites membership and run my on BFF quest ala Paris Hilton. LOL
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From Newswire

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ANALYSIS
Are we in danger of raising the dumbest generation? 
 
 
The EU gets an opportunity to control how NATO looks in the future.
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Friday, August 7, 2009

Chasing Pavements

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From Newswire

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

from Newswire

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ANALYSIS
In the second such incident within the past few years, a terrorist plot is unveiled in Australia. 
 
ANALYSIS
Is the mainstream Palestinian party really moderate? 
 
Antidepressants are the most commonly prescribed class of medications in the United States.
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Less helpful stress relief tips I learned from internest, um, PT

  1. Ride a Roller Coaster. No R.C in the city, dude.
  2. Berries in Chocolate. Sure, can do that.
  3. A Day at the Beach. Bali? Damn, that's quite far.
  4. Massage, With Love. Um, who is supposed to give me this Love massage
  5. A Big, Wet Kiss. Sounds awesome!
  6. Hit the Seafood Buffet. Sure, will.
  7. Take a Hike. Is that like going to walk up to the wet bushes? Ikk, no, thanks
And that should help your mood, too.  Amen.
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This sucks.

Woke up this morning with the funny icky  feeling on my throat feels like a stone stuck inside. I'm perfectly sure it wasn't from the Karaoke last Saturday when I uimpressively scored 99 for a song which title is out of my mind reach at the moment.

Maybe I am under the doom of cough pandemic, shit! That's so uncool. It's getting heavier now. I am so ready for a big bucket of ice cream now, sir, seriously.
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Monday, August 3, 2009

Minutes @ Hospice



Friday on the last week of July, the busy road and sunny day, bustling cars and runnning kids and my sweaty back even though I had just dried my body from the cold water from the bathroom. It was a nice day, the only day of a week when I can indulge myself into much serious thing like taking a long nap and dreaming collections of what-the-fuck dreams under the strikingly hot sun outside the house.

But no, I've had much important thing to do that day--last Friday. I closed my eyes while applying the hand & body lotion to my feet, "Um, Hospital, Library, Grocery, Lunch, and a Seriously Long Nap--SLN," things I've had to do that day which either exciting or boring/demanding.

Finished cleaned up the whole place, drank two glasses of water and skipped my breakfast, I walked and waited outside for the bus to take me to the library first, my mobile phone said it was almost nine in the morning.

The library was still closed, well, there were this familiar short fat white pouty faced woman and another much skinnier darker-skinned same about the same height woman inside. I sat my ass on one of the old looking seat on the corner overlooking them, we caught each other glances a few times without apparent smile from either side. My sweat overflowing my body, feeling nasty dirty, I stood up, decided to take a slow walk around, the usually ON old TV was off that moment, looked outside, I spotted this young short guy sweeping the floor of the canteen, fully relaxed in his slow motioned move, in his blue tight jeans and tight black shirt which made him tinier, "Well, he loves sweeping that floor," I said to myself.

Sat down again, I wish I could've gone to the hospital first because I had the feeling that it woultn't take too long to get the test and the result. Then I raised up and took a long careful look at some photos with one special apparances in every event: The US Consulate Dude who looked good in every pic, smile permanently attached to his face.

"He surely look much better without that glasses," I uttered under my breath so no one could hear, "Wear contact lenses, the sparkly colors."

The Library door has finally opened. I walked in, rummaged my brown bag and put the book and the magz on the counter, said thanks and took a look at the shelves and left the place with much girly look-ed book cover written by Marisha Pessl, a funny name, "Special Topics in Calamity Physics." Nice reading, anyway because unlike Joyce's book which made me feel 'darker' or sadder, this one is quite entertaining.

Almost 10.
I stopped the bus to the hospital and sat between a group of old woman with white top and jeans, a church choir group or something that had to do with church stuff, looked at me as i sat down.

"She asked me to do some ministry work the other day which I hurriedly declined," one of them said in such powerful way, "It's not my turn, m'am," I said to her. The rest followed with ah, uhm, and considerate laughters.

I tried not to catch any word from them because they talked random things and said names i dunno and it was too much to hear so I took the book from my bag and pretended to read it, or, at least, I did try to read a few paragraphs and again, the sun was trying his best trick to burn me in sweat from behind the glass shield.

As I reached the hopsice main gate, I walked faster, didnt want to miss any chance to get it done.
Registered myself and paid for the visitor card/patient card, a nurse ushered me to the second floor where meds filled my lung, "Sit here and wait till they call your name," she said flatly, i smiled when she went away for another stuffs.

A shriek and screams roamed out of the Blood-sampling room, I took a peek inside and saw this boy, as if being possessed by a ghost, was hold by more than three adults as a nurse was tryig to get some blood from his left hand.
"That is so sick--ening!" I said to myself. I truly hate that goddamn needle. Always.
And his annyoing screams made me completely sick--phisycally. I got a cold sweat on my forehead, wanted to sit in one of the chairs but they looked desperately dusty. A pregnant young woman closely guided by her weary looked mom were anxiously waiting for her turn to get her blood sample taken. She is so thin and when the male nurse asked how old is her baby, "Eight" she replied and everyone who heard her made a sad sympathetic look.

She called my name, "we're about to close, hurry pls."
I sat down, streched out both of my hands, i was under stupid panick attack as soon as she ripped the plastic cover of the new needle, "Can I have a minute, pls," I said. She smiled at me, "No, sorry," without looking at me, "We still need to take a test on your blood and dont look at the needle."

When the needle was reached in under my skin, i really wanted to slap her super/mega/very hard for whatever reason, I was beyond panick. Instead, I closed my eyes, sang a few lines of Rihanna's Bitch, I'm Special lyrics.

Pls wait downstair to get the result, it takes 14-15 minutes, another nurse said. I walked okay but as soon as I sat down outside the clinic's room, i felt a painful dizzy that i've had to close tight my eyes which felt so heavy, a sort of needle pulled my eye balls deeper while i had pain on my neck, something I always get when my low blood pressure kicks in. I sat lower and lower that my hands could almost touch the floor, I let my eyes closed for some minute, i felt so shitty and surely looked miserable. I wish I had taken my breakfast!
And I was alone. No, there were the pregnant woman with her mom, and two sick men sat at the row of seat, waiting for their own test as well.

Finally I heard my name's called and get my test result, satisfyingly good. So the pain and the sweat worth it.
I put on my headset and listen to some music on my mobile which soon inaudible as i approached the main road with all of the noise, stopped a bus and sat in the front seat beside the smoking driver, closed my eyes and tried to gain some energy.

Carrefour, bought some stuffs and instead of going back home, I stopped at Ellie's and took a short helpful nap while she was talking with Lamro outside the bedroom.
For the rest of that day I felt the pain in the neck and light dizzy--but I'm happy I'm okay.




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