Last Day

June 28, 2009

My last day. In Bandung.

I’m leaving for Jakarta in two hours, and for Surabaya in two days.

Goodbye room, goodbye Forrest, goodbye annoyingly-loud-fountain-just-behind-the-walls-of-my-room.
Goodbye wireless fidelity, I’m going to miss you most of all.

Surabaya, here I come! =p


The Power of Persuasion

June 27, 2009

Never underestimate the power of persuasion.

The single persuasion of Anne Boleyn, a mere woman as one might say at the time, caused the separation of the Church of England from papal authority, the Dissolution of the Monasteries, and Henry VIII establishing himself as the Supreme Head of the Church of England, all so that he could divorce his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, and marry Anne. This would later cost so many lives, when Mary I, daughter of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon ruled England, and decided to restore England to Roman Catholicism, so starting the Marian Persecutions that burned more than 300 people who were considered heretics. All because of a single persuasion.

In a whole different world, another Anne is persuaded that the man she loved is not worthy of her. So Anne Elliot refused the hand of Frederick Wentworth, only to find years later that he is indeed worthy of her. This is the story from a book titled Persuasion.

A lot of things can happen and have happened, through persuasion. Most of them are not good. I daresay there are good things that come from persuasion, but we tend to hear more of the bad impacts it has made.

So what am I trying to say here?

If you are not sure that any good will come out of your persuasion, then stop persuading. Just shut your big mouth up.

Shut your big mouth up. I would like to say that to a certain guy my girlfriend recently told me about. I’ve never met him, but I already decided he is a pain in the arse. He kept on and on pushing his friend to my friend, making stupid jokes and heavy hints. This guy, his friend, and my girlfriend is still in the same college. My friend here, thinks of the guy’s friend as an ordinary friend, but thanks to the moron, everyone else thinks there’s something going on between the two. She said that although it’s been going on for quite a long time and honestly it’s really annoying, it’s actually not a big problem, but she’s worried that the guy will actually be persuaded that he likes her (when actually he doesn’t really). To make matters even more annoying than it already is, she heard stories circulating about things that she never said, small things that convinced people that she likes the guy (the one being persuaded, not the jackass). And who is telling all those made-up stories but the jackass himself?

“Obviously your life has too much drama,” I said to her.

“Tell me about it. I don’t really care, though. If anyone got hurt at all, it’s the guy, and if the guy got hurt in the end, it’s not my fault at all, it’s his jackass friend’s fault.

I bet not a lot of people do that, so to show you just how shallow I am, let me tell you how I do it.

I had been doing quite a lot of focused shopping lately. Usually I scrambled from store to store, looking for nothing in particular and ended up buying things I never thought I’ll be buying when I walked out of my door that particular day. But not lately. Nope. Lately I’ve been trying on clothes that radiate professionalism. As I’ve said before, whatever I lack in knowledge, I made up in appearance. LOL

So, when I was in the fitting room of Secret, trying on a long-sleeved shirt and a high-waisted pencil skirt and thought to myself how I’ll never wear these set of working clothes since they are not age-appropriate for me, another thought occur to me.

They are age-appropriate. They are exactly the kind of clothes I should be investing upon, since I’m going to be needing them when I got an interview for a job. I am very close to being an adult.
And with that thought, a sort of pleasure washed through me, following closely at its heels is panic and its bastard brother, anxiety.

I have to find a job or a scholarship or -if everything else avails- a really rich husband. XD
I have to pay taxes, pay my own bills, make my own plans, decide where I want to go for holidays, whether or not to take a job…

It is fun to be in charge, but also scary, isn’t it?

I never thought I was going to have to do the bioprocess laboratory twice…

The routine of dragging myself out from bed in the morning, getting to lab before 8 AM, having hurried lunch, writing almost everything in a hurry, then going home to do the pre-lab assignments and write journals for tomorrow, sleeping no sooner than midnight, then the dragging myself out of bed again, and the day repeats itself.

Vicious, vicious circle.

This time, let it begin, for this time around I’ll get to give the many pre-lab assignments, check the pre-lab test and -most importantly- draw the stars on the attendance list beside the name of the unfortunate who broke an equipment or left the Bunsen burning or score below 50 in pre-lab test. Nyah nyah nyah… =p

Seeing Is Believing

June 7, 2009

They say that, but do they ever shop online??

My sister recently introduced me to my new fixation: online shopping.

Not that I have done any shopping, so it’s technically just online window-shopping.

Gosh, I love technology.

But even though this one here is cute…


But do I really want to spend IDR460.000 (yep, that’s the price for that one) for that really really…really cute dress? I’ve seen it, and I believe it’s great, but will it look great on me? Not so sure.

When it comes to shopping, I believe in an old-fashioned thing called “trying it on”. I (almost) never shop in a place that doesn’t have a fitting room. An item of clothing might just be your size precisely, but it doesn’t have to fit nicely.

And it gets even more complicated with shoes (It’s never a good idea to buy shoes for anyone unless it can be exchanged).

But my belief is starting to shake, seeing other cuties like…


(In case you’re wondering, the pictures are from, but trust me, you don’t want to get started. First it’s innocent browsing, then the next thing you know… XD)

Meet Christopher Boone.

He has autism, likes (and is very good at) mathematics, likes prime numbers only, and thinks that seeing four yellow cars in a row is bad.


This book is written by Mark Haddon, it’s great and I love it.

It is Haddon’s first book, published in 2003, and have won a lot of awards, such as the 2003 Whitbread Book of the Year and the 2004 Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for Best First Book.

The title is actually a quotation of a remark made by the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes in Arthur Conan Doyle’s 1894 short story “Silver Blaze”.

The story is narrated by Christopher John Francis Boone, a 15-year-old boy with autism, living in Swindon, Wiltshire, UK. The book starts with his discovery of the neighbour’s dog killed with a garden-fork. Mrs Shears found Christopher holding her dead poodle, Wellington, and starts screaming, then call the cops.

Christopher is living with his father, Ed, who tells him his mother (Judy) was killed by a heart attack two years earlier. Although his father objects, Christopher sets out to find out who killed Wellington.

During his investigation, Christopher meets people whom he has never before encountered, even though they live on the same street. Eventually, Christopher finds out from Mrs. Alexander that his mother was engaged in an affair with Roger Shears, Mrs. Shears’s former husband. Ed discovers the book and confiscates it from Christopher, after a brief fight between them, though he later apologises. While searching for the confiscated book, Christopher uncovers a trove of letters which his mother wrote to him, dated after her supposed death, which his father has hidden.


Christopher, the book’s narrator, is gifted at and focused on mathematics: this is reflected by his inclusion of several famous puzzles of maths and logic. The book’s appendix is a reproduction of a question from Christopher’s A-level examination, with annotated answers.

Christopher likes only prime numbers, hence the book’s chapters are all numbered in prime numbers, ignoring composite numbers. So the first is Chapter 2, followed by 3, then 5, 7, 11, and so on, up to the last chapter, 233.

Cute, right? =p