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my my where have i been

oooh i’ve been irritated by my spoiled-boss’s selfish egoistic childish acts. She has no sense of art at all! and honestly, i think she’s rather stupid in a way. This person can’t appreciate other people’s hardwork coz she never tried to see from the others’ point of view, she wouldn’t bother to imagine what’s it like to be you. Not a good leader.
I need to find better boss.

i’ve been happy. i’ve been sick for days. i’ve been lack of money. etc.

i’m still the same person here though.

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Sinema Indonesia - Reviews

good good good

Band: Green Milk From The Planet Orange

Album: City Calls Revolution

i found a package from USA on my desk this morning
it’s the CD i’ve been waiting for!
Tim-san got it signed for me! *o*
thx lots pal!
stay tune for the sword

addition: after i listened to the album, the first impression was that it’s slightly too loud for me *lol*
psychedelic might be good for pms

1. jika disuruh bikin laporan atau boss minta data secara mendadak, JANGAN TERLALU TERBURU-BURU, walaupun sangat diburu-buru, karena bisa menghasilkan angka yg salah dan bisa berakibat fatal di kemudian hari.
2. jika di kemudian hari gw menemukan bahwa angka yg gw kasih di waktu terdahulu salah (akibat dari terburu-buru tadi atau khilaf), jangan sekenanya langsung MERUBAH ANGKA tersebut di laporan sendiri, karena bisa mengakibatkan perbedaan data dengan laporan boss dan head office Japan, hal ini SANGAT FATAL
3. jika hal terburuk terjadi, ada PERBEDAAN DATA dengan data boss & head office Japan, cari dimana letak kesalahan dan jika tidak ditemukan alasan terjadinya kesalahan tersebut (selain khilaf), sebisa mungkin buat alasan yg paling-tidak masuk akal, dan jangan lupa MINTA MAAF
4. jangan bunuh diri hanya karena masalah pekerjaan, karena itu sangat dilarang Tuhan

my first name is iba, and that’s how i’m referred mostly. i never really care so much about choosing between the 4 surnames in my name, since i don’t have last-name tradition in the family.
About iba, it’s a word given by the person who helped my mother when giving birth to me. I used to think that it wasn’t a beautiful name.
Mother said that the person wanted me to be full of compassion. I wonder what’s the meaning…

compassion (noun): A deep awareness of and sympathy for another’s suffering; The humane quality of understanding the suffering of others and wanting to do something about it.

search result for iba on KEBI:
Root Word : iba
Noun keibaan
1. compassion; pity
Verb beriba-iba
1. to ask for compassion
Verb mengibai Passive Form diibakan
1. to pity someone
Verb mengibakan Passive Form diibakan
1. to cause someone to feel compassion
Adjective iba
1. compassionate

compassionate (verb): Share the suffering of
compassionate (adj): Showing merciful compassion; Showing or having compassion; Showing recognition of unusually distressful circumstances
synonyms: condole with; feel for; pity; sympathize with
similar with: caring; humane; merciful; nurturant; pitying; sorry; sorry for; tenderhearted

hmm… there are actually some good meaning up there afterall…
now have i fulfilled the expectations of the person who gave me this name?…

i went to Borobudur at the 4th day after Idul Fitri.
A bunch of younger cousins came along, and since i’m the only cousin with monthly income, i had to accommodate their expenses during the trip… *sighs*
It was fun though, i always love to go to popular places.
Borobudur is an amazing view indeed. The people from the past really have such high knowledge to build that thing. I looked closer to some of the reliefs and i noticed that the carvings were so well made!
It’s even greater than Prambanan that i visited during middle school.

Another ‘friend’ not informing her marriage earlier
But this time she wasn’t as worse as not to inform me about being married. She’s just keeping the wedding plan as a secret to certain people, which unfortunately i’m included.
My ex-coworker, is gonna marry a dutch guy next weekend, after several years of long-distance relationship. The plan is they gonna live happily in the guy’s country ever after.
Now I’m sure that their story isn’t that simple, coz reality do bite afterall.
Anyway, despite the fact that she doesn’t consider me as worthy enough to know about her wedding plan, she did send the invitation later on.
So… what do you think about not coming?
It is slightly aggravating to be treated like this

Suddenly i remember an event from the past…
Yeeaars ago, during my middle school era

When i was in the english course class, there was a debating lesson.
The topic was about trying to be the last person staying alive on a life-boat.
I played the role of a rich person, the others were: a pregnant woman, a young kid, an old man, a politician, etc.
Somehow i managed to win the debate, i successfully convinced the other survivors to jump off the boat, sacrificing their lives for me.
But one thing i remember the most that i wasn’t happy afterwards.
I kept regretting my victory, how i wished that i didn’t win.
I guess that the saying is indeed correct about winning isn’t everything.

Why did i remember that all of a sudden? hmm…

“i need a ticket to Jakarta today”
“is there still a seat left on today’s flights?”
“put my name on the waiting list”
“ok i take that, wait a sec pls, i go get the money”
“that ticket is mine OK!”

hahaha
it sounds dramatic in english *lol*

i went to grand’s home town by train, arrived at Tugu Station, Yogyakarta. And a day before, i bought a return ticket for a flight on Monday the week after, departed from Adi Sutjipto Int’l Airport, Yogyakarta. The trip was well planned, don’t you think so too?

Then at the day of the return flight to Jakarta, i came to the airport an hour before the schedule, it was jammed in the city, so i couldn’t do check-in 2 hours before. When i got into the check-in counter, i saw that my airlines’s counter had this [CLOSED] sign… what?!
so i asked around the staffs there and they told me that…
“your plane has just departed”
eeeeeeeeeeeeeh?????
(ok skip the pale face and panic expression here)

The schedule was changed forward 2 hours.
(skip the !&%#^@#$@&^#$&@ expression here)
and that i wasn’t contact-able… (the cell fone was slightly fakd up so it was hard to get signal in the village).
o well i was tired by then and decided to give up. (duh i just missed the last flight of the day)

The next day, early morning i went to the rep. office of the airlines to find out a fact that all flights were full until tomorrow.
Having no other choice, i went back to the airport and start asking around for a ticket to fly that day.
Lucky, someone cancelled her flight and i got her seat unfortunately the flight was scheduled at 4:40 pm, current time was still 10 am…
i couldn’t go out easily coz i had to carry a heavy bag -.-
Wah… spending a day at the airport was hell-ish, everything was expensive to kill the time. The small airport has became familiar. From Padangese resto, Dunkin Donuts, toilets, waiting rooms, front yard, parking lot, cars’ plate number (mostly Jakarta), even the people passing around.

Finally 4:40 pm.
But wait, i didn’t see the plane landing…
Ah it was late for an hour i heard
-.-
5:30 pm departure, 6:30 pm arrival at Soekarno-Hatta Int’l Airport, Cengkareng, Jakarta.
wew

moral lesson:
-not to underestimate the possibility of flight schedule changing forward
-not to forget confirming (and reconfirm if necessary) at least a day before the flight
-not to carry bags that are not suitable for moving around a lot
-not to be arrogant or be obnoxious and behave nice towards other people
-not to forget to pray to God

story ended. glad to be here.