I have the habit of not picking a stuff which is on the first row, but dig inside and pick the one in the 2nd row or 3rd or bottom one. My boy knows this well 
From choosing a shampoo to choosing newspaper. Whatever that is put in rows or stack up.
The first time I realize that my mum does the same thing like me (or rather, I follow her) is on last week. We went to a book store and she was picking a tabloid that she always buys. Instead of taking the one on the first row, she pick the second one under it.
I was surprised, like seeing myself doing it. I smile and told her I did that too. I asked her why, she said the first one sure being touched by so many ppl, better pick the second one or third or forth.
I do the same thing with the same reason too. Now I know where did I pick that habit from. I saw, I do.
It’s not something uncommon to see news in TV about catasthrope or weird phenomenon in Indonesia; yah banjir, yah longsor, yah gempa, yah angin puting, etc. So, when there is a TVC that shows exactly like a news program, Brita Utama, announced that there is a car stuck on the roof of a double storey house with lots of people watch from far, almost everyone believe it is true!
It grabbed almost everyone attention. I mean, imagine how strong the wind is, even a car is flew until the roof~! For sure, people want to know what happen, where, why, how and so on.My dad even sms-ed his friends and they said it’s somewhere in Brastagi which just kena strong wind sth like that lately. -__-”
I first saw it one week ago when I was unpacking my stuffs. It shows so many times on every channel, some more it’s during news hours 5pm-6pm. So my family and I thought that it’s part of the news program. We waited for the full news, but there is no follow up. And if it’s really true, how come it’s not on the newspaper? We started to question the truth.
The next day, it shows a car on top of a bus stop. This time it looks less real. We realize it’s part of a promotion. Everyday it shows a car on top of different location; on the tree, on the sea, etc. I realize the Brita typeface looks so familiar, like Britama. Maybe they wanna give car as a prize?
Yesterday the curiosity was answered. It’s a promotion from BRI (Bank Rakyat Indonesia) called Puting Beliung sth. We will stand a chance to win a car if we open Britama account at BRI. Aha..
I wonder who did this.
Anyway, it’s 9 years since the incident of May 1998. Almost every channels has the show about it, with the victims sharing stories and so on. Sementara insiden mahasiswa Trisakti masih belum terpecahkan. 9 tahun sudah. Ckckck.
UISU (Universitas Islam Sumatra Utara), Medan, also has some internal conflict which cause burning, demonstration, the building is on status quo until further notice. No study activity, the campus was broken, the loss was predicted about Rp 20-30 M. Wah siau.. Thank God I no longer stay at the previous house where I need to pass UISU on the way back home.
Even TV drama about secondary school already shows demonstration, I hit you and you hit me back. People see people do. TV – real life, all become a circle. Sigh.
I’m home safely! It feels good to be at home. Tons of stories to catch up with my mum. From my leg to da housemate to my boy to my future plan and so on. While her, from my grandma to this to that.
I not only bought wrong watch for my Dad but also wrong mushroom for my Mum. -__-” I’m such a lousy buyer, interpret words to visual wrongly. I think am a visual person. I have to see the thing clearly then only I can remember it. If only a glance, no hope la. You give me words like ‘very small. how small? long thin one. how long thin? compare to?’, I sure pick wrong stuff.
Anyway, I’m looking for job on Analisa newspaper. Most of the application have to be sent through post and not email. Duh.. So ma fan. I got to find somewhere to print my application, resume and pasphoto. -__-”
New simcard was bought, Simpati extra, which cost me Rp.6.000,- only with credit Rp.5.000,- in it. Pretty cheap compare to 6 years ago when the simcard cost like 10 times the price now. No kidding o. My boy will take care of my Digi card. I’m gonna sent to him within this week.
Meanwhile, I’m waiting for my application for scholarship at LUCT. I will continue my study if I get it. If not, I will continue work here for some time. I will go with the flow then.
My tounge is pampered. I can’t stop when I eat the spicy food. Oh my..
It’s monday morning already! 13 hours to go and I will leave you, Malaysia. Ga rela banget~!!!!
Yesterday was a beautiful Sunday. I was in a fluffy and gloomy mood at the same time, since it’s my last weekend here. I dropped by 95% to take letter from Janet and went to Ikano after that. Joyfully shopping at Tesco, eyeing the mushroom that my Mom asked me to buy (Yeah, out of so many things in Malaysia, she wanted me to buy the long mushroom with a very small head -__-”)
All of the sudden, my bright sunny day has changed to black gloomy day with thunder when the stupido housemate reply my boy sms. The content of the sms hit me so hard, I was ‘boiled’ from normal tempature to 100 degree. My body was shaking and my heart beat faster than usual, I could feel my blood pressure went up. That’s the result of holding the anger, tolerance with the housemate, for about 6 months. I’m going back soon, I won’t let him go that easily without giving him some lesson. Gosh! I can hardly feel and react like this for quite some time. Well, I supposed the last time was in my semester 6, few months ago.
I called him immediately and he still using his lame reason and off my phone call that lasted less than 20sec. Wtf?!? I called him and he off it when he like to. I want to pay the bill and ask him for the statement and he asked whether anything kena cut or not and take forever to provide it. I asked him to clean the cats’ litter and rubbish once, he just clean half of it. I asked him about Streamyx, he gave whatever reason for days and in the end of the day said he cut it because no one use it except me and my boy, and now he is using Maxis wireless, what kind of stupid joke is this? and so on so on.
I am more than happy to know that I am going to leave this house soon and won’t come back again. Never. If for some reason I will stay in Malaysia for some time, I will do my best not to look for house that is rented by the stranger-housemate from the house owner himself. And no pet! Not even a goldfish! Find friends, rent a house, write rules from the beginning or else find a room that I directly pay to the house owner or agent.
It’s not easy to stay with other people especially if that fella rent the whole house himself then only rent it out to others. I moved in with a hope that this housemates will be better. I don’t mind they are gay, lesbian, shemale or whatever you name it. But things turn out the opposite way.
All goes back to communication, tolerance and respect each other. Well, afterall, going back Medan will cool me down for some time I supposed. No more cats miao-ouh-ahh-ehhh-I-want-’it’-now that kind of sounds. Imagine la, if the 6 kittens grow up already, there will be at least 10 cats in the house and the other 5 don’t know put at whose house. One just have the heat season, follow up by the other and continue with the rest. Siao or not? I can heard the sound from the security guard house there ler. -__-” The housemate just looked for trouble, wanting the neighbors to complain him and take the cats away I think.
Alright, I should go to bed now and flash back the sweet memories I had in Malaysia instead of still sitting, online, recall my anger this afternoon and kutuking da fella. Not worthy at all.