Catching up with Basten.

Hey, blog!!

I haven’t written anything lately, huh? I’m sorry. I’ve been very busy….writing…writing my assignments! D’oh. I promised that I would write more often, but things were very handful and I only got two hands and 1 small, old brain. But anyways, I’m back! I’m not promising that I will write more often, but I can promise you that if I have the time and the will (ehehe), I will visit you and post something. Seriously, like anything. Ooh, I’ve got something big I want to tell you, just wait and keep reading

So, let’s catch up with my life. (YAAAY!) Ok, let’s start with where we left off. My last post was on January 10th. Okay, then. So, practically let’s start with my 6th semester. Yep, after that post, my 6th semester starts. It is done, now. It was VERY hectic. Again, VERY! On my last week of that semester, I still got FOUR papers to write! Three in Bahasa and 1 in Nederlands. How could I get through that? Well, i finished all three in three days by typing what’s in my head. Just rambling about things. And the last one, because I kinda enjoyed writing that paper, I really put my efforts into it. I mean like going to the library, read the books, and everything. It was really my pure work. Why? Well, because that paper is like going to be my future thesis so that I can graduate.

“But Basten, those wouldn’t take so much of your time?” Well, I know. But I also got other things, too. At the very beginning of that semester, I was chosen to be one of the candidates for “Mapres/Mahasiswa Berprestasi” and I was told to write a paper about Betawi culture in 4 days. And then, I got this event in which I was chosen to take part as the Documentation. And because of that event and me taking part in it, we need money and in order to get the money, we went ‘ngamen’ (it’s like street-singer, get it? I know you do) So my life during my 6th semester was somewhat like this : Mon-Fri, go to school until noon and then doing homework in the evening and then sleep. And on weekends, I go ‘ngamen’ at night.

Not only that, I was also chosen to go and have a workshop with a band from Belgium. Well, there was 12 students, actually. And for three days, we were like quarantined and during that time, we made songs and created a full performance which was shown the day after the last day of quarantine. It was a really great moment. Oh, btw, the band called Buurman. Actually the band have 5 personnels, but only two of them and their manager who could come. So yeah, again, it was a lot of fun. Geert (lead-vocal, guitarist), Stijn (vocal, playing all instruments), and Karolien (manager, Geert’s wife-they were both so cute together) were very cool and funny. We had a great time. By the way, Stijn could play every single instrument he brings! What a crazy man he is Their songs are also good. I loved their music, but not so much with the lyrics.

Still waiting for the big news? Not yet! And there went my 6th semester life. Full with studying, events, and assignments. It was frustrating but I could handle it good enough. I was very busy and without my knowing, I was already having my mid-term exams and final exams. It really went like a blink.

So that was my college life. My love life, you ask? Meh. Not so much. Nothing, actually. Nada. Niets. Nul. I was starting to believe that my love life is something I could leave and get on with my own life. I think I’m done with it. Not that I’ve found someone, let alone ‘the one’, but I’m tired. I’m already exhausted from my college life and everything else, so I really have no strength at all to struggle for someone who’s not worth my efforts. So, yeah, I’m done having my hopes up for my love life.

So, anything else to tell? Hmm, let me think. I guess no, except for my biggest news! Here it is! So, in the month of March, my teachers called me and my other 3 friends and told us that we got the chance to attend a summer course in the Netherlands or Belgium. HELLS YEAH! And it’s fully paid by the embassy. So, me and my one friend go to Ghent, Belgium, while the others go to Zeist, Netherlands. And I’m going to go on 30 July! Ooh can’t wait. It’s 10 days again from now. The summer course is for 3 weeks, but I get one week free after the summer course to visit other  countries. And I’ll be going to  Germany, French (Paris, to be exact) and of course, the Netherlands. Wooohoo! It is a dream come true for me. I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life and now it’s the time for me to enjoy all of my hard work. I’m really thankful for it, God. Oh and this will be my very first international flight. P.S : I’ll be transiting in Dubai for like 9 hours! Gaaah. But I don’t care hahaha

So there it is, Ghent! Looks like a pretty city and I’ve heard so. So, yeah, I’m very excited!! See you! Wish me luck for everything

Bye for now.

Hey-ho!

Greetings from the old brain!

Beforehand, I want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! 2010 has been a lot of hard work through all the frenzies, but we got it all under control. Let’s kick ass in 2011!

I’m on my holiday again and will be back to school on Feb 7th. So yay you! I’m free now and let’s post things! And my 5th semester has finally oveerrrrrrrr… The results are in and yep, my GPA is three point seventy three. It is better than the last time, so I got nothing to complain about. Thaank youu God!

Some people may find it kind of bragging, but not for me. I’m not a GPA-oriented person either, but getting good scores from your hard work and you feel happy, can you really blame for writing it down? I fucking deserved it! And do you still remember about me not wanting to be considered lucky because I’m not and I’ve been working my ass off to get what I want. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, so I need to work hard to reach my goals. And, fyi,  my goals are bigger than this world.

Also, my parents are very verrrryy old-fashioned. I guess you now know where I got that right. I mean, I’m also old-fashioned in my own way. They don’t care about what’s hype right now, they only know that as a child, your work is to study, get good results, and then get a great job. I definitely agree with the most part.

So yeah. Annoying as it may seem,  I don’t give a slightest damn because, once again, I fucking deserved it!

Sometimes I feel so tired about all of this. It’s hard, I know it. But, you know, sometimes there’s the boiling point where you just can’t take it anymore of the complicity and the frenzy. And 5th semester is the boiling point. Imagine for 3 months long, you are pressed with all the dramas and everything and for 3 months long, you’re feeling that you just want to scream, stop and just give up. I mean, why didn’t God create a ‘appear offline’ button in life? That’d be very handy!

But one day, not too long from now, on Dec 30th if I’m not mistaken, some of my friends are already too tired to continue their study. Saying that if they fail, they’d better work for their dads. And at that time, it really struck me good that if gave up or one day give up and follow my dad’s lead, you know what I would be? Tukang parkir. Yes, that’s what my dad does for a living.

I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing to work for your dad or follow his lead. Seriously, no offense. I would do the same thing if my father was some really rich guy or someone who has a great job.  But, if you were in my case, what would you do?

Exactly my poin.

So, anyways. Once again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, people!

I love yaaa!

 

 

 

Barack Obama’s speech at University of Indonesia.

So, if you missed his speech. Thank this person who taped and uploaded these videos to YouTube. Me? I’m just sharing them.

And here’s the full transcripts of the speech.

Lecture at the University of Indonesia campus, Nov. 10

US President Barack Obama:

Thank you for this wonderful welcome. Thank you to the people of Jakarta. And thank you to the people of Indonesia.

I am so glad that I made it to Indonesia, and that Michelle was able to join me. We had a couple of false starts this year, but I was determined to visit a country that has meant so much to me. Unfortunately, it’s a fairly quick visit, but I look forward to coming back a year from now, when Indonesia hosts the East Asia Summit.

Before I go any further, I want to say that our thoughts and prayers are with all of those Indonesians affected by the recent tsunami and volcanic eruptions – particularly those who have lost loved ones, and those who have been displaced. As always, the United States stands with Indonesia in responding to this natural disaster, and we are pleased to be able to help as needed. As neighbors help neighbors and families take in the displaced, I know that the strength and resilience of the Indonesian people will pull you through once more.

Let me begin with a simple statement: Indonesia is a part of me. I first came to this country when my mother married an Indonesian man named Lolo Soetoro. As a young boy, I was coming to a different world. But the people of Indonesia quickly made me feel at home.

Jakarta looked very different in those days. The city was filled with buildings that were no more than a few stories tall. The Hotel Indonesia was one of the few high rises, and there was just one brand new shopping center called Sarinah. Becaks outnumbered automobiles in those days, and the highway quickly gave way to unpaved roads and kampongs.

We moved to Menteng Dalam, where we lived in a small house with a mango tree out front. I learned to love Indonesia while flying kites, running along paddy fields, catching dragonflies, and buying satay and baso from the street vendors. Most of all, I remember the people – the old men and women who welcomed us with smiles; the children who made a foreigner feel like a neighbor; and the teachers who helped me learn about the wider world.

Because Indonesia is made up of thousands of islands, hundreds of languages, and people from scores of regions and ethnic groups, my times here helped me appreciate the common humanity of all people. And while my stepfather, like most Indonesians, was raised a Muslim, he firmly believed that all religions were worthy of respect. In this way, he reflected the spirit of religious tolerance that is enshrined in Indonesia’s Constitution, and that remains one of this country’s defining and inspiring characteristics.

I stayed here for four years – a time that helped shape my childhood; a time that saw the birth of my wonderful sister, Maya; and a time that made such an impression on my mother that she kept returning to Indonesia over the next twenty years to live, work and travel – pursuing her passion of promoting opportunity in Indonesia’s villages, particularly for women and girls. For her entire life, my mother held this place and its people close to her heart.

So much has changed in the four decades since I boarded a plane to move back to Hawaii. If you asked me – or any of my schoolmates who knew me back then – I don’t think any of us could have anticipated that I would one day come back to Jakarta as President of the United States. And few could have anticipated the remarkable story of Indonesia over these last four decades.

The Jakarta that I once knew has grown to a teeming city of nearly ten million, with skyscrapers that dwarf the Hotel Indonesia, and thriving centers of culture and commerce. While my Indonesian friends and I used to run in fields with water buffalo and goats, a new generation of Indonesians is among the most wired in the world – connected through cell phones and social networks. And while Indonesia as a young nation focused inward, a growing Indonesia now plays a key role in the Asia Pacific and the global economy.

This change extends to politics. When my step-father was a boy, he watched his own father and older brother leave home to fight and die in the struggle for Indonesian independence. I’m happy to be here on Heroes Day to honor the memory of so many Indonesians who have sacrificed on behalf of this great country.

When I moved to Jakarta, it was 1967, a time that followed great suffering and conflict in parts of this country. Even though my step-father had served in the Army, the violence and killing during that time of political upheaval was largely unknown to me because it was unspoken by my Indonesian family and friends. In my household, like so many others across Indonesia, it was an invisible presence. Indonesians had their independence, but fear was not far away.

In the years since then, Indonesia has charted its own course through an extraordinary democratic transformation – from the rule of an iron fist to the rule of the people. In recent years, the world has watched with hope and admiration, as Indonesians embraced the peaceful transfer of power and the direct election of leaders. And just as your democracy is symbolized by your elected President and legislature, your democracy is sustained and fortified by its checks and balances: a dynamic civil society; political parties and unions; a vibrant media and engaged citizens who have ensured that – in Indonesia — there will be no turning back.

But even as this land of my youth has changed in so many ways, those things that I learned to love about Indonesia – that spirit of tolerance that is written into your Constitution; symbolized in your mosques and churches and temples; and embodied in your people – still lives on. Bhinneka Tunggal Ika – unity in diversity. This is the foundation of Indonesia’s example to the world, and this is why Indonesia will play such an important role in the 21st century.

So today, I return to Indonesia as a friend, but also as a President who seeks a deep and enduring partnership between our two countries. Because as vast and diverse countries; as neighbors on either side of the Pacific; and above all as democracies – the United States and Indonesia are bound together by shared interests and shared values.

Yesterday, President Yudhoyono and I announced a new, Comprehensive Partnership between the United States and Indonesia. We are increasing ties between our governments in many different areas, and – just as importantly – we are increasing ties among our people. This is a partnership of equals, grounded in mutual interests and mutual respect.

With the rest of my time today, I’d like to talk about why the story I just told – the story of Indonesia since the days when I lived here – is so important to the United States, and to the world. I will focus on three areas that are closely related, and fundamental to human progress – development, democracy, and religion.

First, the friendship between the United States and Indonesia can advance our mutual interest in development.

When I moved to Indonesia, it would have been hard to imagine a future in which the prosperity of families in Chicago and Jakarta would be connected. But our economies are now global, and Indonesians have experienced both the promise and perils of globalization: from the shock of the Asian financial crisis in the 1990s to the millions lifted out of poverty. What that means – and what we learned in the recent economic crisis – is that we have a stake in each other’s success.

America has a stake in an Indonesia that is growing, with prosperity that is broadly shared among the Indonesian people – because a rising middle class here means new markets for our goods, just as America is a market for yours. And so we are investing more in Indonesia, our exports have grown by nearly 50 percent, and we are opening doors for Americans and Indonesians to do business with one another.

America has a stake in an Indonesia that plays its rightful role in shaping the global economy. Gone are the days when seven or eight countries could come together to determine the direction of global markets. That is why the G-20 is now the center of international economic cooperation, so that emerging economies like Indonesia have a greater voice and bear greater responsibility. And through its leadership of the G-20’s anti-corruption group, Indonesia should lead on the world stage and by example in embracing transparency and accountability.

America has a stake in an Indonesia that pursues sustainable development, because the way we grow will determine the quality of our lives and the health of our planet. That is why we are developing clean energy technologies that can power industry and preserve Indonesia’s precious natural resources – and America welcomes your country’s strong leadership in the global effort to combat climate change.

Above all, America has a stake in the success of the Indonesian people. Underneath the headlines of the day, we must build bridges between our peoples, because our future security and prosperity is shared. That is exactly what we are doing – by increased collaboration among our scientists and researchers, and by working together to foster entrepreneurship. And I am especially pleased that we have committed to double the number of American and Indonesian students studying in our respective countries – we want more Indonesian students in our schools, and more American students to come study in this country, so that we can forge new ties that last well into this young century.

These are the issues that really matter in our daily lives. Development, after all, is not simply about growth rates and numbers on a balance sheet. It’s about whether a child can learn the skills they need to make it in a changing world. It’s about whether a good idea is allowed to grow into a business, and not be suffocated by corruption. It’s about whether those forces that have transformed the Jakarta that I once knew –technology and trade and the flow of people and goods – translate into a better life for human beings, a life marked by dignity and opportunity.

This kind of development is inseparable from the role of democracy.

Today, we sometimes hear that democracy stands in the way of economic progress. This is not a new argument. Particularly in times of change and economic uncertainty, some will say that it is easier to take a shortcut to development by trading away the rights of human beings for the power of the state. But that is not what I saw on my trip to India, and that is not what I see in Indonesia. Your achievements demonstrate that democracy and development reinforce one another.

Like any democracy, you have known setbacks along the way. America is no different. Our own Constitution spoke of the effort to forge a “more perfect union,” and that is a journey we have travelled ever since, enduring Civil War and struggles to extend rights to all of our citizens. But it is precisely this effort that has allowed us to become stronger and more prosperous, while also becoming a more just and free society.

Like other countries that emerged from colonial rule in the last century, Indonesia struggled and sacrificed for the right to determine your destiny. That is what Heroes Day is all about – an Indonesia that belongs to Indonesians. But you also ultimately decided that freedom cannot mean replacing the strong hand of a colonizer with a strongman of your own.

Of course, democracy is messy. Not everyone likes the results of every election. You go through ups and downs. But the journey is worthwhile, and it goes beyond casting a ballot. It takes strong institutions to check the concentration of power. It takes open markets that allow individuals to thrive. It takes a free press and an independent justice system to root out abuse and excess, and to insist upon accountability. It takes open society and active citizens to reject inequality and injustice.

These are the forces that will propel Indonesia forward. And it will require a refusal to tolerate the corruption that stands in the way of opportunity; a commitment to transparency that gives every Indonesian a stake in their government; and a belief that the freedom that Indonesians have fought for is what holds this great nation together.

That is the message of the Indonesians who have advanced this democratic story – from those who fought in the Battle of Surabaya 55 years ago today; to the students who marched peacefully for democracy in the 1990s, to leaders who have embraced the peaceful transition of power in this young century. Because ultimately, it will be the rights of citizens that will stitch together this remarkable Nusantara that stretches from Sabang to Merauke – an insistence that every child born in this country should be treated equally, whether they come from Java or Aceh; Bali or Papua.

That effort extends to the example that Indonesia sets abroad. Indonesia took the initiative to establish the Bali Democracy Forum, an open forum for countries to share their experiences and best practices in fostering democracy. Indonesia has also been at the forefront of pushing for more attention to human rights within ASEAN.  The nations of Southeast Asia must have the right to determine their own destiny, and the United States will strongly support that right. But the people of Southeast Asia must have the right to determine their own destiny as well. That is why we condemned elections in Burma that were neither free nor fair. That is why we are supporting your vibrant civil society in working with counterparts across this region. Because there is no reason why respect for human rights should stop at the border of any country.

Hand in hand, that is what development and democracy are about – the notion that certain values are universal. Prosperity without freedom is just another form of poverty. Because there are aspirations that human beings share – the liberty of knowing that your leader is accountable to you, and that you won’t be locked up for disagreeing with them; the opportunity to get an education and to work with dignity; the freedom to practice your faith without fear or restriction.

Religion is the final topic that I want to address today, and – like democracy and development – it is fundamental to the Indonesian story.

Like the other Asian nations that I am visiting on this trip, Indonesia is steeped in spirituality – a place where people worship God in many different ways.  Along with this rich diversity, it is also home to the world’s largest Muslim population – a truth that I came to know as a boy when I heard the call to prayer across Jakarta.

Just as individuals are not defined solely by their faith, Indonesia is defined by more than its Muslim population. But we also know that relations between the United States and Muslim communities have frayed over many years. As President, I have made it a priority to begin to repair these relations. As a part of that effort, I went to Cairo last June, and called for a new beginning between the United States and Muslims around the world – one that creates a path for us to move beyond our differences.

I said then, and I will repeat now, that no single speech can eradicate years of mistrust. But I believed then, and I believe today, that we have a choice. We can choose to be defined by our differences, and give in to a future of suspicion and mistrust. Or we can choose to do the hard work of forging common ground, and commit ourselves to the steady pursuit of progress. And I can promise you – no matter what setbacks may come, the United States is committed to human progress. That is who we are. That is what we have done. That is what we will do.

We know well the issues that have caused tensions for many years – issues that I addressed in Cairo. In the 17 months that have passed we have made some progress, but much more work remains to be done.

Innocent civilians in America, Indonesia, and across the world are still targeted by violent extremists. I have made it clear that America is not, and never will be, at war with Islam. Instead, all of us must defeat al Qaeda and its affiliates, who have no claim to be leaders of any religion – certainly not a great, world religion like Islam. But those who want to build must not cede ground to terrorists who seek to destroy. This is not a task for America alone. Indeed, here in Indonesia, you have made progress in rooting out terrorists and combating violent extremism.

In Afghanistan, we continue to work with a coalition of nations to build the capacity of the Afghan government to secure its future. Our shared interest is in building peace in a war-torn land – a peace that provides no safe-haven for violent extremists, and that provides hope for the Afghan people.

Meanwhile, we have made progress on one of our core commitments — our effort to end the war in Iraq. 100,000 American troops have left Iraq. Iraqis have taken full responsibility for their security. And we will continue to support Iraq as it forms an inclusive government and we bring all of our troops home.

In the Middle East, we have faced false starts and setbacks, but we have been persistent in our pursuit of peace. Israelis and Palestinians restarted direct talks, but enormous obstacles remain. There should be no illusions that peace and security will come easy. But let there be no doubt: we will spare no effort in working for the outcome that is just, and that is in the interest of all the parties involved: two states, Israel and Palestine, living side by side in peace and security.

The stakes are high in resolving these issues, and the others I have spoken about today. For our world has grown smaller and while those forces that connect us have unleashed opportunity, they also empower those who seek to derail progress. One bomb in a marketplace can obliterate the bustle of daily commerce. One whispered rumor can obscure the truth, and set off violence between communities that once lived in peace. In an age of rapid change and colliding cultures, what we share as human beings can be lost.

But I believe that the history of both America and Indonesia gives us hope. It’s a story written into our national mottos. E pluribus unum – out of many, one. Bhinneka Tunggal Ika – unity in diversity. We are two nations, which have travelled different paths. Yet our nations show that hundreds of millions who hold different beliefs can be united in freedom under one flag. And we are now building on that shared humanity – through the young people who will study in each other’s schools; through the entrepreneurs forging ties that can lead to prosperity; and through our embrace of fundamental democratic values and human aspirations..

Earlier today, I visited the Istiqlal mosque – a place of worship that was still under construction when I lived in Jakarta. I admired its soaring minaret, imposing dome, and welcoming space. But its name and history also speak to what makes Indonesia great. Istiqlal means independence, and its construction was in part a testament to the nation’s struggle for freedom. Moreover, this house of worship for many thousands of Muslims was designed by a Christian architect.

Such is Indonesia’s spirit. Such is the message of Indonesia’s inclusive philosophy, Pancasila. Across an archipelago that contains some of God’s most beautiful creations, islands rising above an ocean named for peace, people choose to worship God as they please. Islam flourishes, but so do other faiths. Development is strengthened by an emerging democracy. Ancient traditions endure, even as a rising power is on the move.

That is not to say that Indonesia is without imperfections. No country is. But here can be found the ability to bridge divides of race and region and religion – that ability to see yourself in all individuals. As a child of a different race coming from a distant country, I found this spirit in the greeting that I received upon moving here: Selamat Datang. As a Christian visiting a mosque on this visit, I found it in the words of a leader who was asked about my visit and said, “Muslims are also allowed in churches. We are all God’s followers.”

That spark of the divine lies within each of us. We cannot give in to doubt or cynicism or despair. The stories of Indonesia and America tell us that history is on the side of human progress; that unity is more powerful than division; and that the people of this world can live together in peace. May our two nations work together, with faith and determination, to share these truths with all mankind.

 

Very well said. But, am not sharing my opinions about this one. He was just fantastic as he is. You rock! Sorry I couldn’t be there although you were visiting my campus, but my one day-off is just what I really need, so maybe next year, sir! He he he.

Glee – Teenage Dream clip.

Shy Kurt Hummel! Cutest scene everrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Hands down.

Poëzie

It’s a Dutch poetry and it says everything I want to say to my folks. Here goes.

Dit is een brief aan vaders en moeders.
Ik ben het kind.
Hou me vast en kijk naar me.
Til me op, zet me neer, laat me gaan.
Het kan me niet schelen hoe u uw geld verdient
en of u succesvol bent.
Geld daar kun je snoep voor kopen,
Maar ik hoef geen dure koeken bij de chocolademelk.
Alleen maar een dropje op mijn knie als ik gevallen ben.
Alleen maar op schoot.
En als ik op schoot zit, moet u niet altijd tv kijken.
En als u mij een verhaaltje vertelt,
ga dan op de rand van mijn bed zitten.
En zeg dat ik mijn ogen dicht mag doen.
En vraag me hoe het was vandaag want dat begrijp ik best.
En ik zal zeggen dat het fijn was vandaag.
En blijf dan na het verhaaltje nog even zitten.
En kijk naar me.

• Tjitske Jansen (Uit: Het moest maar eens gaan sneeuwen (met cd). Uitgeverij Podium, 2004)

Berbatov’s hat-trick just made my day!

Just finished watching Manchester United vs. Liverpool or should I say Berbatov vs. Liverpool?! Hahahhaa.

It was a hot game. MU started really well in the first half and Berbatov scored a goal. But the second half was really the point where things got hotter because Berba scored one goal again, but Liverpool managed to equalize the score with two goals from Steven Gerrard; one penalty and one free kick goal. When it felt like that last match against Everton, that #9 Bulgarian proved it wrong and made a hat-trick. The Mancunians were cheering again and that score went on until the end of the game.

Oh, the only minus thing about this match is that bald headed referee, Howard Webb. I’d so shoot that blind referee if I were at Old Trafford. Seriously. So many faults he didn’t see and mostly were disadvantaging our side. But we still could kick ass, so whatevs. I was totally saying “Don’t fuck it, lads” when it was added 4 mins and they didn’t!

Haaaaahh, finally we’re back on the game. Berbatov definitely gave a reason to love this day and tomorrow you’ll see one happy-bouncing-full-of-fun me. Hahaha. Oh, Rooney you asked? Well, he had many chances to score but he still hadn’t woken up, so “Wake the fuck up, Rooney!”

Goodnight, little ones!

The time when I need God to be a real person.

Another post where you don’t really need to read because it’s simply random.

This is the exact time when i’m having troubles with my own feelings and my personal life and i can’t tell them to anybody. I’m feeling like i need God to be  a real person so that i can hug God, cry on God’s shoulder, and just tell God what i’m feeling right now.

I don’t know when was the last time I cried. And I’m very serious, I have no idea about it. When was the last time you cried? I don’t know if crying will do it, but it won’t hurt trying.

I keep on running from these problems. Been trying to just keep on running away from these problems even though I know exactly that they’ll come and haunt me again. So should I really just open up? i don’t think so.

So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..

My obsession for Luke Worrall.

Seriously, I’m obsessed with him. Luke Worrall!! He’s got everything I want, mainly his body; except his modeling. Yep, I don’t think I want to be a model and my fashion is just putting on a clean plain T-shirt and a pair of jeans. So, no. But, I know a few things about fashion and I’m not only talking about knowing those famous brands, really, even though my style is basically something off the rack, I still want to look good.

And umm, beside his ‘body image’, I really love his style. I’ve been obsessed with him since the first time I laid my eyes on him and it keeps on growing especially when he dated Kelly Osbourne. Seriously, they’re the coolest couple I’ve ever seen. They look like a full-of-toys-Santa’s bag fun! And I was really bummed when they broke up. Okay, enough of me rambling things. Just check this man out!

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The result of being hospitalized for 4 days.

I’ve told you before about me being hospitalized, right? So, the thing is, I was dying more because the only entertainment I got was my music and sometimes music can be boring. I really wanted to go to a mall and just go window shopping. Finally, I did it yesterday! And boy, did I too spend some money. Hehhee.

And I bought three things. Two books and a new t-shirt! Yayness!

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1. I know that I haven’t finished reading all of my novels that I’d bought before, BUT these books are just a must! You’ve got to have it in your bookshelf. Yep, I bought Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Well, I don’t know about Frankenstein, but you gotta have Wuthering Heights, right?

Well actually I just really want to read and am really curious about Wuthering Heights. And about Frankenstein, I just like the story. And I’ve finally used all of my Kinokuniya vouchers! Great spending, indeed! (Thank you, guys.)  Oh these books won’t be my current reading, because I’m still on those Sherlock Holmes books. So, I just have to keep them safely in my fat bookshelf.

2. I’ve also been a fan of Manchester United or in other words, I’ve always been a Mancunian since football has entered my life. Yet I don’t have anything that’s representing me as a Mancunian. Booo! So, yesterday I finally bought a Manchester United t-shirt. Actually, I’m having my eyes on their jerseys, but to be frank, the price is just unreasonable. So it’s also a start, first a t-shirt and maybe one day when I’m in England, I’ll buy those jerseys! HA!

Enough for now. See ya, little ones!

DHF schucks big time!!

So, since last week school has finally started again. Unlike most people, I really couldn’t wait for my first day of my 3rd year (5th semester.) I mean 3 months long of holiday is more than enough!  And so went the first two days and my body just couldn’t take it and I was sick. Booooo!!

I got fever which turned out to be DHF and I was off from school for a week, oh and got hospitalized for 4 days. Blergh. It’s the second time I got DHF. The first one was exactly 2 years ago and a week before UMB and as the result, I didn’t pass the test. Haha. Uhh.

But this one was rather calmer, I mean my body temperature didn’t spike really high like the last time. I only reached 39.5 this time while in 2008, I once hit 41. Woo!

And when I was hospitalized, I was in the room with old people who got stroke. To compare my condition with them is never gonna be happening. They’re like literally live on the bed, they eat, drink, bathe, pee, and everything. And it really got me thinking that in my 20 years of life, I kinda whine too much. I don’t even understand why my family especially my mom and also my friends can stand my whining and most of the time I don’t think I whine about important things.

Some might think that I should’ve been grateful for what I have reached right now. Well, I’ve never been the smartest in any class but some say that I’m one of the people to turn to when discussing about school subjects. But, I’ve never considered myself as lucky because I’ve worked way past hard for what I’ve got but I also acknowledge that it’s also God’s work. I’ve also got the bestest friends in my life. For me, having friends is having people with which you can have tons of fun. I don’t really want to share my problems with them and I don’t really want them to put their hands into my problems and they’re okay with it. My one and only rule in making friends is we’re friends as long as we can have fun together.

And I also managed to get some part-time jobs, not having one right now, but at least I’ve done it and I’m so doing it again maybe next time I’ll find a better job because the ones that I’ve done are only good for my income not so much for my CV. But see how I do it, I should’ve just been grateful that I got part-time jobs instead of commenting about unimportant deets. Some people couldn’t get one, Basten!

But a boy can still whine for one thing, rite? Okay, this is my biggest yelps. Unlike most of my friends, I’ve never been abroad!!!! Most people I know have been at least once to another country and at least to Singapore. Me? I haven’t even been to Lombok! Gaah. It’s funny because for all I know, I’ve always loved traveling even though I haven’t  gone to many places than the others have. So I’ve decided that 20 is a great number to really start doing things!

Banzai! Haha.