December 2007 archive
Jreng Jreng Jreng! One more day and we are going to leave the year of 2007. Let’s reflect back and see what does 2007 means to each of us. For me, it’s a year of TRANSITION; from status (from a college student to a working adult) to place of living (3 years in KL, I went back to Medan few months after the graduation), not to forget the relationship (from meeting each other every day, every hour, every minute to a Long Distance Relationship) and other minor changes.
The first 4 months of the year, I was jobless and hopeless. I tried my best to find a job there, but I couldn’t even finish my internship at the time. Next thing is, I got hot water splashed on my left leg at a very wrong time and leave the scars forever on the leg.
On May, I went back to Medan and got my first job as a packaging designer after months of graduation. There goes the drama of my working life. During this time, the boyfriend and I kept on flying here and there, to visit each other.
The last 4 months of the year, I resigned from my job after 6 months sinking myself to the stupid packaging thing. Here I am being a freelance designer. On December, the two of us have been flying to each other hometown. From financial side, I didn’t save that much, far from the target. But at least, this time I am using my hard earn money to pay the flight tickets to and from KL.
There goes my life; the career, love, health, and finance. I shall make a New Year Resolution and let’s see the changes from 2007 to 2008. 
A simple thing is what we usually don’t think of and rather forget about it. No? Well, the boyfriend just did it. He brought himself and the luggage to LCCT but not the important international travelling’s document, the almighty PASSPORT. -__-” When I knew it, I prayed for another delay (in the afternoon, Airasia has announced about the 1 1/2 hour delay) so that he could catch up with the flight. Normally I ask for no delay, just this time I ask for the opposite way. Bah.
But no miracle happened. He wasn’t allowed to check in anymore. Both of us could see the ticket, money and time fly away. Damn! We are supposed to meet each other tonight and here we are, one night has been wasted. Hoi, even one night is so damn precious hor, it will be months until we can meet again. Luckily tomorrow morning flight is available.
I just hope that everything will sail smoothly.
I went to a wedding dinner with the parents last night. There is at least 10 wedding dinner I have attended in 8 months time. Every month there would be one. From the friends that I know well to the relatives that I never know they exist. There is one coming in two weeks time, the ex colleagues wedding.
One thing that I notice, if the couple is rich and had the wedding dinner on the huge famous restaurant, people will give them HUGE angpow. I mean, in terms of money. On the other side, if the couple is from lower to medium class and held the wedding dinner at some cheapo restaurants that only accomodate 20 tables or in a house with home cook, people will give SMALL angpow.
They will say, give the angpow base on the place (restaurant) and the type of food. One table in a famous restaurant is at least IDR.1.000.000 while at the medium cheapo one, they have the economy package from IDR. 500.000. For the first type of restaurant, the angpow goes from IDR.100.000 per person. For the second type, it goes below IDR.100.000. Bottom line, the angpow is like the seat ticket. People pay to eat.
But I think, the rich one has the money to spend on the expensive restaurant. Instead of giving the huge angpow to them and make the richer become richer while poorer become poorer, why don’t we give it to the one with tighter budget (if not to say ‘bo lui‘)? Because some people will use the angpow to pay the wedding dinner and other stuffs. Be a Santa once in a while.
Fuiyoh! It was such a dilemma to decide whether go out with the parents or the high school friends. But thinking that it is such a rare chance to meet up with some of them (because they study at other town from Jakarta to Australia), I made up my mind to join them.
At first, we were just planning to meet up at Cabe Rawit food court, Sun Plaza. Call here and there, finally only 8 of us turn up, including me. We makan and chit chat for about 3 hours. Then the boy suddenly suggest to go KTV. Well, we can’t be dragging them to shop until drop, which I think only the boyfriend can tahan. So, off we went to NAV and booked a medium room for 3 hours at the price of IDR 55.000/hour (price for public holiday).
The place is not bad with only 29″ TV and the seat is ngam ngam for 8 people, but of course can’t beat Classical, different target I think. This was my 2nd time went to KTV in my hometown. The first was with the ex colleagues at Classical few months ago. Normally just sing during the showering time or while listening to mp3. Even if I went to KTV, I paid for sitting and became audience. So stupid hor. Now cannot waste already, must know how to have fun and try stuffs. This time around it was more fun than the Classical one. Everyone sang songs! No one was playing hide and seek. Although CK was on his shy mode (which is so not him) at the first 1 hour before he turn to Edy Lau.
Of course we didn’t miss out the camwhoring session until we dragged a waiter to take picture of all of us. Before we cao, there was a bit incident. The waiter came in for the bill, turn on the light and saw the pack of Mentos on the table. -__-” All of us forgot to hide it. Well, no outside foods and drinks are allowed mah. So, we were charged for another IDR 10.000 but didn’t go in the bill statement. I guess, it went to the waiter pocket eh?
Wuhu! It was such a stress released. Tomorrow gotta work my ass off already. The good thing is, I’m doing freelance now, so I have no worry of waking up early in the morning, 6am and rant. Ahaha. I manage my own time and myself. I’m lovin it.
My flight from KL to Medan was on 1pm. LCCT was so crowded.
There was a bit delay on the flight, about 15 – 20 minutes. It was raining before we took off.
But this time around, there was no tears running out from this eyes. Well, a bit only. For I know that we will meet up soon. Hopefully everything goes right with his project. And I will find whatever way so that we can stay together next year.
I’ve already miss him now. 