Batman Rocks

I saw Batman Begins last night. I had a good time. For those who are after some distraction off mundane living, it comes highly recommended.

Aussie Overload

I had a really crap day yesterday. Nothing new in this line of business. It was really really crap that I thought of just packing up my bags and leave, never to heard from again. Just on the right time, a friend said that he was going for a drink with another friend and asked me to join them. Yeah, I needed a drink.

My friend is a Melbourne boy, and his friend is a Sydney boy. We were hanging out at this superb lounge/resto called Circa on the 48th Floor. The view was amazing, and the place was beautiful. We had really nice conversations, and soon enough we were joined in by Simone, another Melbourne girl and then Jamie and Natalie. All of a sudden, the Aussie twang was just all over the place only to be worsened by Jamie mimicking every accent on the face of this earth. It was an excellent night. It was a night where strangers meet and differences crumble. It's really easy to find a common ground and make new friendships.

Our common ground is the silly Aussie accent you can picked from miles away. If only people who were fighting against each other try to find similarities instead of looking at differences, maybe there'll be no wars. Peace would come more easily.

I didn't get home until about 4.30 am, only to be back work at 9.30 am earlier today. It was a really really nice night. I had the best of time. I think we all did. I functioned better. My mood improved. That's what good beer and good company did to you.

$2 Coffee & Muffin

This morning my colleague rang as I was driving in to work. "Hey, I'm going for a starbucks run. Do you want anything?" Full of enthusiasm I said yes and placed my order. I tried to order some kind of pastry, but since she's sending her driver and I didn't know what I want specifically, I gave in to a mocha latte and an orange blueberry muffin.

When my breakfast arrived as I was reading my morning paper over Coldplay's X&Y, suddenly I got this image of a similar event that used to take place regularly on my student days. At least once a week, Natalie, Nancy, Bronwyn and I would go down to this coffee shop on Melbourne Central station where they have a coffee and muffin offer for $2. It became a ritual of bonding between the girls. Nat would update us on the morning paper issues, Bron would have the funny stories and Nancy would tell her bizarre beauty experiences. The music from Fox FM or TT FM would be blasting in the bakground. We had such a good time.

That was 5 years ago. It's probably an idea to try and schedule a morning coffee & muffin session in a not so distant future.
How much would we have to pay now? Hmm...

Early morning ramblings

Last night finally I got a chance to be home before 9 pm. Well, I actually got home around that time and when I threw myself on the couch the weight of the day went down with it. Somebody told me it's the full moon. He reckoned that full moon affects him; making him if not more hyper, more mellow. Wouldn't it be great if that's the sole answer of my state of emotion? Life would be so much easier then. All I have to worry about is the position of the moon and then I'll be alright...

The best thing about being home early (...sad isn't it? 9pm? Early??) was finishing a novel called "The Family Way" by Tony Parsons. He looked at a family life of the three sisters. He spoke about the often false notion of a family - a picture beautifully painted to involve a mother, a father, and the children. As if if one doesn't exist, the family is no more. I won't ruin the novel, in case anyone is interested in reading it, but at the end of the day, family is what you make out of it. Family is about this small unit (..or big unit) of people you love unconditionally, because they will be there for you no matter what, and always have your best intention at heart. Having the family doesn't mean you will never disagree, never make mistakes, but no matter what you do, the bond remains.

And oh, I'm about to start on reading Shantaram. I think it'd be good.
And oh, did I tell you I feel like quitting my job? And leave the country? And go away to Bali just for a few days to read my good books? And oh, wishful thinking...

Bloody full moon.

Just one night

All I want is one night of nothingness
where worry and fear blended in
mixing joy and laughter
carelessly living in a nano second

What I need is a doona of security
one night of ignorance
a plight into the blissful night

Just one night
I want what I need..

I Miss You

It had to be when I was at my lowest of low. It had to be when I was most vulnerable. A conversation made in passing which resulted in a statement which answer I did not expect. I miss you. Same here.

I looked around for things to hold on to, but the beatings of my lonely heart were impossible to control. It was a roller coaster ride in the span of a split second. I looked around for avenue of forgetting, through various substance and numerous acts. It went to the back room but came back lurking in the corner. There was no escaping.

Swim across the ocean. Travels through time. To be near. To be with. You.

EXHAUSTED

It's a time where everyone and eberything just annoys the hell out of you. No matter the good company, the good music or the good drugs. Nothing can lift you off the shitty hole. I felt like quitting. I just wanted to scream and go as far away as possible. I'm tired. My whole body feels like it's about to fall apart any minute now. And what do I do? Instead of going home for a good long night beauty sleep, I'm going to drink the night away...

To hell with everything!!

Mojo Drag

Mojo Drag
Originally uploaded by Spunkycynth.

I saw a drag show on my gay bars venture last weekend in Singapore. You think Singaporeans are uptight? Think again...

Leroy and his team will be performing weekly in club Mojo, 5 Magazine Rd every Sunday night.

PINOY DAY

Unlike Jakarta that goes to sleep on Sundays, Singapore's Orchard Road is buzzing with loads more people doing their shopping or simply hanging around the area just to see and be seen. I'm not sure if it's because of the Singapore Great Sale but last Sunday was sooooo full of people.

It is common knowledge that Lucky plaza is where most Phillippino maids hang out. Sunday is their day off. Lucky Plaza on Sunday?? Pinoy Plaza. I don't mean it in a mean way but it was simply amazing that you can probably do a population survey on the numbers of Pinoy in Singapore just by hangin around Lucky Plaza on a few Sundays. Amazing. And not only that, even on phone stores, Sunday is a Pinoy Day; you get bigger discounts calling to the Philippines. Or so they want you to believe. It's cheaper to call everywhere in the world on a Sunday. Ha!

Weekend in Singapore

Work turned out to be quite stres-free. As a result, you could find me walking around relentlessly up and down Orchard Rd the whole day. Being the silly girl that I am,... I spent a fair bit of money on books, CD, and another Crumpler bag. Yes, another one. And I got sore feet. Sigh.

Cold

Don't you just hate it when it's hard to fall asleep because your throat is really sore and your eyes watery and your nose runs like a broken tap? Don't you just hate the feeling of constant warmth caused by a rise of your body temperature. You're not sick enough to stay in bed and sleep the whole day, and yet working requires a mountainload of effort. With the aforementioned conditions I'm boarding my flights to Singapore.

I can only wish that the super chilly air con in the Jakarta airport does not make things worse for me. I am looking forward to Singapore this time. My working schedule seems to be reasonably humane and the great Singapore Sale is on. Yeah, what do you expect? I'm still a girl after all - succumbing to the great foe of consumerism and consumption goods. Whoopie!

A moment

Bomb threats. High level security alert. Stay home alert.

Last weekend was spent partying till the sun warmed the blue sky. Alcohol and drugs. Most sinful things in life are good. I floated through days via random consciousness, between moments of visions and clarity. Life is good. Another soul appeared only to leave withiin days. A night of endless words. A meeting of searching souls. The heart satisfied, the body longed for more.

What is it I'm looking for?

Measuring the quality of your life

There is an Indonesian saying that goes,"Elephant dies leaving its tusks, people dies leaving a name."

How many of us actually think about how we will be remembered after we leave this world? How many of us actually think about the kind of legacy we leave our children? How many of us living life believing that there is a purpose in our existence? Fewer than you think. We go through life simply passing each stage hoping that the next one is easier, less painful. As egotistical creatures, we think of ourselves above everything else. No fame, nor fortune can really tell of the kind of life we live. The only true measure is after we die.

When RP passed away a couple of days ago, it went into front page of Jakarta's biggest broadsheet newspaper. He was a prominent person; instrumental in the development of a nation. But surely, the man must have done many things right when people actually lined up for hours to give their condolences to the family. I admired him. He was a man with vision, and faith and love. He helped me become the person that I am today through my education.

Everything in his life was a labour of love. With it, he touched many lives.. And he will live in many memories and continued to be remembered because of what he had done whilst living.