Excerpt of Free Notions

The Assholes

soridorimori — Fri, 17 Jun 2011 05:45:38 +0000

It’s not only happened one or twice, but I’ve seen these assholes few times. The assholes, by definition in this subject, are people in public transportation that aren’t willing to give their seats for pregnant women, elderly people and women with children.
I may also an assholes at few points in my life, but in this case the name is intended for male population. I know the kind of argument that you’d give me …women are such hypocrite. Women want to be considered equal with men, but why when it comes to gentlemen act, it differs?
Well, my answer would be that it is simply women privilege, because basically we are different with men …and anyway, it called gentlemen, hardly ever heard gentlewomen, right?
Anyway, back to the assholes, I think what they lack is moral. People are just selfish, and lucky for women because the society are not demanding women to conduct gentlemen act. So …those kind of men are still assholes.
Ouch … sorry to say

Loans vs Changes

soridorimori — Thu, 12 May 2011 15:00:16 +0000

The title is very obvious, isn’t it? Loans, with a substantial amount and last for a decade or more (we name it ‘tenor’), are certainly changing a person life …even their family whom gain support from the debtor (alias for the people that have loans, either to bank/financial institution or individual). However, I dare not say for the wealthier group whom leverage their fortune from debts. in this case, I guess the connection between the two is highly presented in the middle and lower class.

Do you want prove? Try to take a look around you… in my case, it’s me. busted …yup, writing this because of me… hehehe. Somehow, having debts haunts me and become my submerged control of how I think and act … I try to work harder and perhaps more efficient, because I want my key performance indicator (KPI) good so I can have a good bonus …because I need extra money. Driven by the same reason, I also start to think creatively to look for other sources of income… and thank God that none of it are illegal. Yes my friends… my grey cells are thinking of business act, scary isn’t it?

Those are only from the mind side. The biggest changes is obviously in life style… Yes, a downgrade of life quality. No more big spending for clothes, good entertainment, fine dining …hiks. Going to movies become luxury activities, while before was a regular one. No more singing at Inul’s or T Rex ..and only dine at ‘amigos’ (short for ‘agak minggir got sedikit’, next to sewer). Ouch … Well for me, it’s kinda back to the time when I start working, slightly better and with an extra asset.

Now, is there any connection between loans and emotion? It is certainly exist if the debtor having problem to pay the installment …a high temper. Can’t eat right, can’t sleep well …certainly do good for temper tantrum. Sad, angry, upset, worry, scare …can rise in an instant when debt collector start haunting daily life. In that case, I can’t justify because, thank God, I don’t have such issue and hopefully … never. What I feel is merely insecurity , afraid if I’m doing bad in my job and loose it. Silly isn’t it? I never feel such thing and always anxious of my next path before the loans exist. However, it is a good thing for corporates … under assumption that most employee feel and think just like me. Loans make employees more attach to the companies … reduce the turn over. hehehehe …. it’s merely a theory that I light heard from somewhere. Probably you’ve heard too …

Well, I guess in my case, loans kinda driven me to a better thing …responsibility and wise ass (ups). However, life slightly turn into a boring tone… leave early for work, more focus to ‘work’, come back home a little bit late, and starts all over again the next day. O ya, have I mention that I spend most of weekends or day off only by staying at home? Yup … under a good thought of saving. I hope it’s not only me … ups

To sum up, that’s my perspective that loans do change life. But, let’s make it a liveable in a good and fun way …

PS: thank you for mba Eka to revive my blogging spirit

A Day with Mutia Rahmi

soridorimori — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 06:31:22 +0000

She is my colleague, my friend … a good friend of mine. For the last year, I spent like an average of 10-11 hours for 5 days in a week with her … the longest time I spend in a wake and conscious state compare to my own family, people who should be interacting more with me because I love them.

Well anyway, I should write this blog couple of weeks ago since it happened two weeks ago *ya iya lah …xixixi*.

It was started in friday night. At first, we only wanted to watch “Eat, Pray and Love” in theater XXI Semanggi. Unlucky for us, the movie was showed at midnight *speechless, but still spirited to watch Julia …kesannya tante gw xixixi*.

Ada yang lupa … sebelum itu, udah bela-belain ke Epicentrum and ternyata ternyata … full, no seat except the front row. Ya ga mau lah … duduk paling depan, mendongak ke atas untuk nonton selama 1.5 jam, pake bayar lagi … So, diputuskan ke Semanggi …and thats the story to Semanggi.

So, dengan pengorbanan seperti itu … ya ga mau juga lah langsung balik pas ga dapet tiket jam 8 pm. Teutep keukeh sureukeh kudu nonto EPL malam itu juga … akhirnya dibelilah tiket at midnight. However, secara tuh tiket around 10.30 p.m. … cape juga ga siy cuma duduk ato makan doank. Finally, we decided to buy the 8 pm ticket … obviously a different movie. We watched “The Other Guy” …hilarious, funny and definitely awake when watching it.

Long story short, EPL was not too enjoyable to watch … we even get sleepy *can’t blame it all on the movie though*. So, we went back home around 00.30 a.m. in Saturday. I definitely couldn’t come back to mother’s home .. so, I spent the rest of the night at Mutia kost.

We arrived safely, exhausted and sleepy … but, things suddenly so bright and pump in her room. I couldn’t even close my eyes til 2 a.m. … Mutia too.

I woke up late around 6 a.m. to pray shalat shubuh. I woke her up … but, then she’s sleeping again. I watched her sleeping … yes, that what I did til mid day. I watch her sleeping … moved to the right side, rolling, moved to the left side … I woke her few times, still she just slept like a baby.

That’s basically what I did … WATCHED HER SLEEPING *mahn*. What a ‘quality’ morning … far beyond what we’ve planned to dress up and make up practice.

Anyway, to my dear Tia … thank you for allowing me to stay over the night. We’ll do it again soon, dear? *ting ting ting*

Liar … Liar … Liar

soridorimori — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 01:58:54 +0000

I’m such a big liar …. for not able to fulfill my own commitment to blogging. No decent excuse to defend my act … mahn, feeling so ugly right now.

I’d like to thank Erma and especially mba Eka for encouraging me to write … to overcome my blogger’s block. It’s like in award show … that I’ll dedicated the one-post-a-day-challenge in 30 days for Mba Erma and Mba Eka *ting ting ting ke Erma dan Eka*

Well, let’s get down to the business then … First, topic … yup, I really need that one. I had bunch of topics in my head but, at most time, it evaporated in “angkots”. FYI, I am a loyal user of angkot to back and forth between office and home. So, this is what come up today for the next 5 days …however, changes of topic is allowed

A day with Mutia Rahmi *owe this topic to her, my next-to-me sitting friend*
Narcissistic *it is about me, right?*
Getting “healthier”
Spaghetti
Today …

Well, let’s see what happened tomorrow …

And for Mba Eka … you’re right, it’s kinda difficult to write about myself. However, you’re right also that the challenge is a justification to be narcissistic …just me self . Thank you for showing the light *lebay mode on … ting ting ting*

Following Erma’s Footstep

soridorimori — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 04:11:08 +0000

I’ve been reading Erma’s blog for as long as our friendship … can’t say that I don’t get addicted by her writing …so fluid and light.

I’ve been having trouble to write anything lately …despite knowingly well that I need to write to keep me grounded and sane.

So, by taking her method, I will try to write one post each day for one month. However, I’m clueless about the topics …not really sure about what things to say or write.

One thing for sure, I’ll write in any kind of language *at least two kinds* based on my mood. Well, I’m a mood-driven person …

I guess that’s my intro for the one month program … gotta figure out what to write tomorrow.

see ya ….