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Monday, January 29, 2007

It’s All Relative


I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa

Beat Up. Beat Up. Dance around like you have nothing more important to do. Move your body. Grooving on the dancefloor. Feel the rhythm. Keep on dancing. Shake your hips. Shift up your head. Get yourselves hypnotized.

When the music is played, nothing else matters. Life becomes good and miraculous. The balls are bubbling up everywhere. The room is full. Beautiful people are on the table. Hot chicks and cool guys. Sweats themselves. The atmosphere’s blue. But it’s bright.

I hear shouts and screamings, cries of contentment, yells of joy, shrieks of bliss. Life is good again. Everyone mingles. Laughter’s everywhere, spreading like a contagious virus which dissolves in the air.

I am sitting in the corner watching my friends and the party divulges itself. I can’t stop smiling and laughing. Peace has overwhelmed me. The woman I love is just a few inches from me. She is beautiful. Her hair dances snakelikely as she wags it, reflecting the red lights all over me. It feels like a wind blowing me harder and harder.

I blink. I just escaped a car crash. I stepped the brake pedal immediately, right on time as I threw my bike to the left, narrowly escaping the big bus. My adrenaline paces, I should not have dreaming too often when I am on my bike. Death is easily escaped, but it won’t be like that for the next-times.

The wind is still blowing against me. I am quite awake now. That was not the first time of my near-accident-experiences. Oh, I don’t want to frighten you, so I should better tell you another story instead.

Let me tell you about my nightmare last night. I was dreaming about me being publicly announced that I’m a soliloquist. It all went well and all. But the nightmare began when I entered a cubical in men’s rest room. Someone was trying to choke me. The hand was pretty strong that I can’t fight it back. Then he (whoever he is) tried to stab me with something. I kinda figured that it’s a knifelike thing. It hurt. And I couldn’t breathe. I could really feel the pain and all. The dream was so real. I thought I was really being stabbed. So I yell and yell. At the top of my lung, wishing that someone would hear me and open the bathroom door and save me. It was extremely hard to yell while my voice was held up and I was tragically suffocated. I could see why this man was trying to smother me alive, it’s because I had announced myself as a soliloquist before. That time, it really made sense, but after I had woke up, it was so not.

I woke up almost instantly. It was 3.16 in the morning. I remembered the time closely, coz after that dream, I dared not to sleep again. But I knew that I had to, however, so I fell asleep again.

Well.. you’re right. This story isn’t better. Hahaha… Let me tell you about my next dream after that. (Yeah, in one short night, I had two very different dreams.)

I was watching a murderer hitting (seducing) on a beautiful girl. This dream wasn’t very clear to me after I woke up, but it was real clear when I had it. I don’t remember much why, but that beautiful girl (a strange girl I don’t recognize in the real world) turned out to be my girlfriend. We were together and I don’t really remember anything else. It’s just a deep emotional dream I had. I never met a girl with that face in real life. Not really my type, but very pretty and gorgeous. She had no resemblance with anyone I know. She was uncanny. Yeah, that’s right. But somehow I knew that I like her. What a weird dream.

That’s all about weird stories that keep me up on my bike. I have passed the highway. It will not be long before I get to home.

My mind flows like a gas in a vacuum space. It’s everywhere. Anni is one of my good friends. I haven’t met her for a while now, but we have had contacts every now and then.

The deal with meeting an old friend after a year or so, it’s that it excites you. You will never bore it. A year ago, exactly a year ago, I texted her to say goodbye, for she was going overseas. It was a detailed finale wrapped well inside my head. Now, on this coincidental date, we meet again. Weird.


Relative


I take the finale turn to a dark narrower road which will lead straight to my home. The air is getting chiller.

Oh… what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of? What are you thinking of?
When we are waiting for something, sometimes we wonder. No, no, no. Most times, we wonder what will happen. Then, we get disappointed. Then we blame on life. About how unfair it is. About how cruel it leads. Then we improvise, we learn from our mistakes which in the future, we will repeat those mistakes again. But then we won’t admit them. We dwell in our favourite side of the track. We say that it’s irrelevant. The situation has been changed. Guess what? It has. But the concept is the same. Happy or not, we make mistakes after mistakes. Can we be man enough to overcome it?

Promises, secrets, mistakes, denials, betrayals, infatuations, happiness, dreams, and bed-time stories. It’s all relative.

I park my bike. I am home safely. One day has passed. One journey has passed. Yet it’s not over. It’s the beginning of the others. We may like, we may hate. Goodbye to you, welcome to you. Whatever shits and craps annoy you. Whatever dream you choose to live. I will be right here with you, Bambang Superwan.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Purple's Poet

Waiting

Seems like an absurd thing
an Angel cries
an Inca speaks Spanish
a lover rhymes

Lies never come true
avaricious beasts
reapers die
makes a lover kneels

Waiting before you
waiting to come
waiting ahead of you
Did you know?

It’s like living in a delusion
cherishing every minute with convulsion
but it’s not real

It’s not real


soliloquist, 2007

Friday, January 26, 2007

Quiz me up!

How Well Do You Know Me?

See how well you know me after all...
Dare to try?
  1. What is a soliloquist?

  2. A person who can't talk
    A person who talks bullshits
    A person who quizzes
    A person who talks to himself
    A person who is lonely

  3. What is this soliloquist's real name?

  4. Will Cleafant
    Bambang SuperOne
    Ken Silver
    Hailie Hope
    iamwhoeveryouwannabe

  5. What colour I like the most?

  6. Cobalt Blue
    Black
    Cyan and Black
    Sky Blue
    Black and Blue

  7. These are some things I like. Pick which one I do NOT.

  8. maths and english
    Inuyasha, Hikaru No Go, the Pitcher
    Virtual Orchestra Studio
    walking in a meadow in an afternoon
    soliloquizing and dodoloquizing

  9. Where did I lost my first Mentari Phone Card?

  10. At Citra Land, Mal Ciputra Jakarta
    In the middle of Dunia Fantasi, Ancol
    Inside a bluebird taxi.
    On a metromini number 91
    At Binus Syahdan's building.

  11. What is my favourite number?

  12. two
    twelve
    six
    eleven
    seven

  13. What the hell is el_se7en?

  14. The anti-Westlife group
    An ancient group of 7 useless el who had disappeared since its glory on June 20, 2003
    A Yoga association
    it is a word with el + se7en with no meaning whatsoever
    What kind of question is this?

  15. Now, which of these words is NOT related to me in a possible way?

  16. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
    "I'm federal agent, Jack Bauer, And this is the longest day of my life."
    messy_marvin, Nicholas Gene Carter, the youngest member ever?
    i.p. 2.4, (oh come on? u think I'm that stupid?) NO, it's 3.4
    What? Who's the creator of this stupid questions? It's getting more ridiculous...

  17. Ok, what type of girl do I like?

  18. a long hair girl
    a tall girl, or a way too short girl
    a sharp eye girl
    a girl with red shirt
    red hair girl

  19. Now, this last most difficult question : When do you think is my greatest moment ever?

  20. April 4, 2004, early in the morning
    December 31, 2005, the old and new
    July 16, 2005, 11.30 a.m.
    October 21-22, 2001 midnight
    June 5, 1999 afternoon

The Highest Score is 100, the lowest is 0
If you score < 40, then we're barely close friend
If you score 41-60, then you don't know me very well
If you score 61-80, then we're just an average friend
If you score 81-95, then you seem to know much about me, you'll have my attention
If you score 96-100, then we should get married (unless you're a guy :P)

Please leave a comment with your score. I kinda want to know. Hehe. PO.

Good Luck


Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Inside my mind [PART TWO]


Now is the night of the day I write my previous post “Boring”. It’s 10 p.m. at night. I have just got back from work. Since today, I’ve learn a lot of things on my mind. Thru all the boringness I saw and felt, after this day I have had, I can now see how my mind is supposed to think. My mind is beginning to understand my life, the way it’s leading me.

Hi, my name is Bambang Superwan. I am a soliloquist, who talks to himself at all times, whose mind is constantly muttering and whose half of his soliloquies are being blogged in here. And this, is inside the mind of a soliloquist.

I wonder why I hadn’t realized this any sooner. My life is always divided in to pieces, the ones I love to call—chapters. I have chapters of chapters all my life. I’ve lived all of it. I have several chapters of my childhood, some quite impressive chapters of Junior High, some embarrassing chapters of another Junior High time, some memorable chapters from my High School, one Chapter of my college life, one chapter of my returning love life from high school, several chapters of my capricious soulmate, and many and many chapters of my friendships’ stories.

If I dare to count how many chapters are already there, I’m afraid my whole life could become a seriously thick novel which could make both Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and the Encyclopedia a thin slim novel. And I’m only twenty one.

Recently, and what I mean by recently is really recently—like about a few hours before this… I was visiting a good friend of mine whom I won’t be having any chance to see anymore for he will go back to his real town. I know that you know who you are as I am writing this, but I also know that you will never read this shit anyway, so it’ll be no reason to not write your name or to write it or to mention you at all. Anyway, screw that. Just read this IF you step a miracle and happen to find this page accidentally.

After leaving him, I guess it hit me quite clear. Not to add, today I also learned that one of my long lost not-so-close-friend’s mom had passed away. May she rest in peace, in Heaven or whatever land she wishes to be. It kinda brought back memories of me having to deal with bad news in my past chapter. The very one I will never forget. That plane crash thing. This made me realize at first. Realized about the chapters pattern. I should have known that for a long time now. And more, at that precise time, I assume that one of my current chapter had also come to an end. With a lot of finale things happening, I couldn’t beg to differ.

But then I thought of it real long……… Is it?
Is this the end of this current chapter? If that, what’s this current chapter all about? Welcoming old friends? Facing boredoms? Expecting something extraordinary? That’s what I do. That’s what I ALWAYS do. I never stop welcoming old friends. I love my friends. I love facing boredoms and defeating loneliness. Though I can’t say I always win, but I love expecting new things around here. Well, does that mean I love my life?

Then no. This is NOT the end of current chapter. This is still the middle of it. Well done Bambang Superwan, you have officially understood how your life really goes, you have officially congratulated yourself for being officially understanding yourself, and well done to you Mr. Soliloquist—or whatever the hell you’re calling yourself, you have officially written a strange blog for a change, and no one shall deeply truly understand what this post is really about. Coz face it, Nobody in this world, other than you yourself, have ever heard or known about those chapters. What can I say? I admit that that’s true. But let me tell you something, you might not know what’s in my past chapters because believe me, it’s a fat chance I’ll write them in here. But you have read all this above, and if you trust me, YOU are included in this current chapter of mine. You are in the middle of my life. Hang in there!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Boring

Hi..

It's been a while since my last postie. Hehe.. This has been a busy week, and yet I still found a way to get out and open my blog. Why didn't I post a new topic? Well, I was learning a lot this week about DHTML codes and how to tweak them, use them, and manipulate them to my hideous profile, hehehe..

Well, it didn't go well as good as I had hoped, you can see there are a few differences here in this so-old blog, but there should be more, hehehe.. I promise you that I will learn more and better, and I will change this one page once and for all.. hahaha.. (it seems like this page has bored me so, with the bullets and bubbles as background.)

Speaking of boring, I was and am suffering from it. What should I do? I am living in this world, in this life with all the routines and usual stuffs going on. Sometimes (but more rarely now), I face an interesting event. That should keep the boredom away from me for a while, but it constantly coming back. What should we do to overcome boringness if everything left to do here simply symbolizes it? What can we do to conquer boringness in the Land so full of it?

If any of you have any idea to help me, please do. If not, I will be far more trapped in this boring life of mine so awful that I refuse to do anything ordinary (like eating, blogging, breathing, or worse... soliloquizing).

Please help me.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

My Favourites, My Hobbies, My Threes

If there're three things I like a lot right now...
24

24, one of the most innovative, thrilling and acclaimed drama series on television is created by Joel Surnow and Robert Cochran. Each episode covers one hour of real time, and the season’s entire story will take place in one day. Viewers will be able to follow several key characters through a day that none of them will ever forget.

Up until now, 24 has reached its sixth season. The main character, Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland) has so far had five awfully dreadful days. As a CTU agent (now a former CTU agent), he was forced to face the worst situation ever in Season One, when his wife and daughter had been kidnapped by terrorists who had planned to assassinate the Senate, David Palmer. In the Second Season, he had to find the terrorists who had planned to detonate a nuclear bomb in Los Angeles and stop World War III between America and the Middle East Countries. In Season Three, Jack Bauer risked his life and his everything to stop the outbreak of the Cordilla Virus, and he had to beat a mastermind who had planned a series of terrorism acts in Season Four. At the end of Season Four, Jack had to stage his own death in order to escape the penalty from the Chinese government and therefore abandoned everything in his life. He started a new life in Season Five but once again he had to face one very long day against the America government itself.


Airs Next: FOX at Monday 9:00 PM (60 min.)
Status: Returning Series
Premiered: November 6, 2001
Show Categories: Action/Adventure, Drama

24 Season 6



Jack Bauer




For me, I've been a fan of 24 since I watched its first unique season in 2004. Been collecting the DVDs since then, now I can't wait to see its sixth season. Too bad I have to wait this season until it's over to be able to buy the DVDs here. Hikz. Anyway, 24 is undeniably, my all time favourite TV series ever, except for Friends. Haha.


Death Note

Death Note is a Japanese manga series originally written by Tsugumi Ohba and illustrated by Takeshi Obata. The series primarily centers around a high school student who decides to rid the world of evil with the help of a supernatural notebook that kills anyone whose name is written in it.

Death Note first began as a manga series. It was first serialized by Shueisha in Weekly Shonen Jump from the first issue in December 2003 to May 2006, with 108 chapters in total. The series has been published in its entirety in 12 graphic novels in Japan, and is currently in publication in North America. The series has been adapted into a pair of live-action films (released in Japan on June 17, 2006 and November 3, 2006 respectively), and an anime series which commenced airing in Japan on October 3, 2006. Also, a novelization of the series, written by light novelist Nisio Isin, was released in Japan on August 1, 2006.

The Plot

Light Yagami is a brilliant, but bored, high school student who resents the crime and corruption in the world. His life undergoes a drastic change when he discovers a mysterious notebook, known as the "Death Note", lying on the ground in the year 2003. The Death Note's instructions claim that, if a human's name is written within it, that person shall die. Light is initially skeptical of the Death Note's authenticity, believing it is just a prank. However, after experimenting with it and killing two criminals, Light is forced to admit that the Death Note is real. After meeting with the true owner of the Death Note, a Shinigami named Ryuk, Light seeks to become "the God of the new world" by passing his judgement on criminals.Soon, the number of inexplicable deaths of reported criminals catches the attention of the International Police Organization and a mysterious detective known only as "L". L quickly learns that the serial killer, dubbed by the public as "Kira"(derived from the Japanese pronunciation of the English word "Killer"), is located in Japan. L also concludes that Kira can kill people without laying a finger on them. Light realizes that L will be his greatest nemesis, and a race to prove mental superiority between the two begins.

Light Yagami


L

Ryuk

Death Note


For me, Death Note is my new and current obsession. Hehe.. I first (forced to) read its comics because of my good friend Erick. After that, I was addicted. Hahaha.. But this is a very good story indeed. The battle between two masterminds, and the psychological thriller. That’s what I always say. I’ve watched the movie too. It’s great. Get it for yourself.

Harry Potter

Sure you have learned that I am one of the biggest Harry Potter fan in the world. Hahaha.. A bit hyperbolizing, but I take it. I won’t present the overview of Harry Potter, instead I will post a quite funny list which I’ve lain my eyes on earlier today. It’s a rejected titles for the books.


  • Harry Potter Releases His Debut Album: I WILL Survive!


  • Harry Potter and the Never Ending Story


  • Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Scone


  • Harry Potter and the Quest for the Holy Grail


  • Harry Potter and the Widely Speculated Yet Not Touched Upon Future Book Titles


  • Harry Potter throws a rock at Voldemort When He's Not Looking... Then Runs


  • Harry Potter and the Vampire Interviews


  • Harry Potter Meets Frodo


  • Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Alcatraz


  • Harry Potter and the Stoned Philosopher


  • Harry Potter and Secrets of the Bed Chamber


  • Harry Potter and the Record of Most Bails out of Azkaban


  • Harry Potter and Too Many Goblets of Firewhisky


  • Harry Potter Ordering Around the Phoenix


  • Harry Potter Finds Waldo


  • Harry Potter and the 3/4 Blood Prince


  • Harry Potter and the Return of the would-be-King-if-Harry-Potter-hadn't-defeated-him-when-he-was-a-baby-in-the-first-place (a.k.a Voldemort)


  • Harry Potter and the Harry Potter Movies -Major Plot Points Excluded


  • Harry Potter Enters the Ginny Weasley Fan Club


  • Harry Potter and the Highly Unnecessary Yet Mildly Amusing Rejected Title


  • Harry Potter Goes to White Castle


  • Harry Potter Solves the Age-Old Question: Is the Glass Half-Full or Half-Empty?


  • Harry Potter Improves AOL


  • Harry Potter: The True Hollywood Story


  • Harry Potter and the Stolen Plotline


  • Harry Potter and That Thing... You Know, The Thing
  • Saturday, January 13, 2007

    Inside my mind [PART ONE]

    Hello..

    I know I haven't posted anything for almost a week now. It's cruel (at least to me), but I had no time and chance to. It's a vexatious week for me. So bad that I don't even wanna talk about it. Ah.. and it's been raining for days too. There's not a moment in this week you could look up to the sky and the sun's there. I guess that could be a good metaphor for me to dwell in right now.

    Today started with work and work. Oh, I'm sorry. By work, I mean getting wet and soaked in the road this morning, seeing some ungrateful lots, getting upset and furious, snapped and yelled at my students, and getting disappointed in a friend.

    Today walks slowly and annoyingly. What else happened? Huh.... I was getting furiously mad to by older brother which I don't like and keeps presenting me with problems and vexations. It's so hard for me to NOT hate him. And also with my little sister who lives alone in her world but somehow still "needs" and acquires another person's help.

    Helping my sister didn't annoy me, it's what happened after that did. I was on my bike again in a so-can-be-assumed-as-a-clear cloudy day. At least I knew it wouldn't rain. My rain coat was all wet. I couldn't use it if I have to. In the middle of the road, it (of course) rained. First it was only a drizzle. And then it turned out to be a blizzard-like rain. I could do nothing due to my another-teaching schedule. I tried to drive as fast as I can, but I got trapped in a traffic jam. Damn! It was a beautiful day.

    By the time I reached the house I supposed to be, the rain stopped. Few minutes later, it has turned to a beautiful windy day. I had to finish my work there as fast as I could. I had nothing special planned for today although it's a Saturday, so I thought I would pay my friend another visit.

    I keep thinking what my life supposed to be. How it was supposed to go. I still can remember one time, in my unspoken past, when I was a child and my parents told me that we would be moving in to a new house, I kept thinking about what kind of house would i live in, how my room would be like, would I have my own window beside my own study desk that I had always imagined? Would I have a bright big room with purple colour on its wall, a comfortable bed, a fresh and jolly atmosphere? Shall I be happy then? But then when I moved in to the new house, I discovered that it was a big house with plenty of rooms, but the rooms were not as nice as I had expected. However, I liked it very much and love the way my new own room presented itself. I didn't have any window, but I had one outside my bedroom door. It was nice to see how my life went at that time. That life was not exactly what I had hoped, but it was great.

    But now, eight years later, do I still feel the same (even though I am not living in the same house anymore)? Should I feel the same? Should I coerce myself to feel like that? Wait, am I just admitting that I don't like my current lives? Maybe yeah, I am. Maybe I had a more beautiful life back then. A more joyful one. I used to live without any worries and thoughts on my mind. I lived happily like a bird. But now, my mind is speaking to me every second of my life, feeding me with uncertainties and doubts, feeding me with worries and what ifs, feeding me with the word responsibility with a big R. I think It's what should be paid in order to be an adult. Adult people always think a lot. But if I am an adult, then why do I feel like a kid?

    I'm so sorry if you have read all this above. You have entered my head for the first time without having aware about it. I did too. I didn't suspect I would write all this here. I was planning to write a short post. Well, I guess my writing habit hasn't changed at all. Should I thank someone about that? How about God? It's hard to thank someone I don't believe to exist. Well, besides thanking myself, I guess I want to thank all you who have put comments here on my blog. I know that I have even force you guys sometimes (hehe) and I know that there're not too many people who comment on this. But I just want you to know that You meant alot to me, and you still do.

    Well, I should pull my self out of this page if I am not planning any further suicidal activities. This hasn't been a good day for me. I still feel lonely though all the persons I care about told me that I will never be.

    So how was your day?

    --- Huh? Me? It could be worse.

    Monday, January 08, 2007

    The Reunion


    But was it a reunion if there’re only eleven people attended? Haha. It’s more to common hanging out thing than a real reunion if you ask me. But hey, we got a lot of pictures out of it. So there you go, below.

    I still remember the reunion I came to about a year ago. There were like twenty or more people around, and that’s still not enough. A reunion is supposed to be a big thing, big party, and a well-planned event. But having a reunion prepped isn’t as easy as it sounds. We must find a place and time that suited everyone. And with these people’s tradition here about time and place, it can become really challenging. Ah.. maybe one day I can arrange a big reunion party at a more formal place, and is planned a year before the exact date. That way, all of them can fit it to the schedule and actually make it. Hahaha…

    Everybody is either graduated, has a girlfriend, owns a boyfriend, or even married. I mean, it’s only three and half years since our high school. Things sure have changed. I just surprised how fast time flies.

    I miss high school. There are a lot of things I would really change and do if I could go back in time and live a high school moment once more. I am sure lots of you wish to experience high school again. Suck or not suck, it was still a time with plenty of friends everyday. Complaining about homeworks, examinations, class’s name, class’s shirts, events for teacher’s day, gossipings and puppy loves, chocolates on Valentine days, conflicts with friends, with teachers, beautiful songs to recollect, skipping classes, neo-printings, travelings, and farewell parties, both official and unofficials.

    I can remember how I was feeling lonely at those times in high school. Compared to now, I was more un-lonely. I used to stay at my friend’s house, stayed over, just playing games, chatting, and doing useless activities. I can’t do that anymore. He’s gone overseas. I used to travel in my friend’s car, far away from home, figuring what to do in our free time. Now we can’t do that anymore. The car has been sold. I used to hang out with these six dorks and we called ourselves el_se7en. Now we can’t gather anymore. Everybody has gone to different places, living different lives, doing different things. Things sure have changed. Sometimes the phrase “Friends Forever” is NOT enough.

    Well, I guess no matter how much we miss the old times, we can’t live it back. But we can try to do that in the present time. One day, there will be a moment. And that moment will be remembered by us thru the rest of our lives.

    Happy Friendship Day! Enjoy the pictures.

    The following took place between 1 p.m. and 4 p.m. on January 7, 2007


    Read the caption lar...

    We're too lazy to stand up (maybe becoz we ate too much), so instead of that, this is the sitting version Hahaha..

    (click to enlarge this one)

    Hehe.. I said read the caption

    From left : Akok, Erick, Cath, Imelda

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    From Left : Imelda, Erick, Brad Pitt, Acok

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    From Above (hehe) : Johan, Ariel Peter Pan, Cokro

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    From another left : Martin (Luther King), Will Smith, SadaKo (male version), unknown beast ;p

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    Seriously, from left : A On, Yu Cheon, HAW

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    Me and two beautiful women.

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    That's Vargo and Linda, btw. ;p

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    There's a reason this photo is smaller. Hehe.. Cute, are not I? Wakaka.. Please vomit. Do.

    Saturday, January 06, 2007

    Riddle this Riddle that.


    “What’s green and can say Hey, I’m a frog.?”
    —the talking frog.


    Well, that’s one of the stupid jokes I got from Friends. Hehe. A Riddle can be amusing, if it’s not confusing. I like solving those, particularly the ones with words. Word gaming is fun, forming verbs, twisting meanings, or arranging letters. It’s the simplest game. Like what they say about Scrabble, “A minute to learn, A lifetime to master.

    You have been given nine numbers. One until Nine.

    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

    These numbers are displayed in this specific array below :

    8 5 4 9 1 7 _ _ _

    The last three positions are being left out for you to fill in. What number comes next after 7? And what will be next? It’s your job to think. I may remind you that this may seem like a math problem. But if you’re as bright as I hope, you will be able to see the answer right away even with no math skill at all.

    Well, have a try. I’ll have the answer for you in the end of this post. Be an honest person and don’t cheat! I know you won’t stoop that low.

    Another riddle for you today. Read this sentence below thoroughly and meticulously.

    Tom Cruise walks to the end of Wall Street. There he finds a Sphinx whose ass is stomped in the middle of the MET. Agatha Christie is the first person to see. Tell me, what would they like to drink best?”

    Well, that one is easy. Hehehe.

    Visual Riddle



    While you are thinking and soliloquizing, I shall serve you with these fun quotes from Friends below.

    Monica : Hey. Where is he, where's Richard? Did you ditch him?
    Joey : Yeah, right after we stole his lunch money and gave him a wedgie. What's the matter with you? He's parking the car.

    Phoebe : [Right after playing a song in the coffee shop ] If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.

    [Commentating at her girlfriend’s dirty house…]
    Ross : You know how at the end of the day, you throw your jacket over a chair?
    Joey : Yeah?
    Ross : Well at her place, instead of a jacket, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of a chair, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of the end of the day, it's the end of time, and garbage is all that has survived.

    [Phoebe is cutting Monica's hair]
    Phoebe : Relax, I know what I'm doing, this is how HE wears it.
    Monica : How who wears it?
    Phoebe : Demi Moore
    Monica : Demi Moore is not a he.
    Phoebe : Well, he was HE in ARTHUR and in 10 eh,
    Monica : THAT'S DUDLEY MOORE! I said I wanted it like Demi Moore.
    Phoebe : Oh, OH!
    Monica : OH MY GOD!
    Phoebe : I'm sorry, I'M SORRY! Which one is Demi Moore?
    Monica : SHE'S the ACTRESS, who was in DISCLOSURE, INDECENT PROPOSAL, and GHOST!
    Phoebe : OH! Oh she's got gorgeous hair.
    Monica : I KNOW!

    [After Monica gets a disastrous haircut…]
    Ross : How's Monica?
    Phoebe : She's calmed down a bit. I put a clip on one side, which seems to have stopped the curling.
    Ross : How's the hair?
    Phoebe : I'm not gonna lie to you Ross. It doesn't look good.
    Joey : Can we see her?
    Phoebe : No, your hair looks too good. I think it would only upset her.
    Rachel : Oh.
    Phoebe : Ross, you can go on in.


    [While arguing about the next Thanksgiving…]
    Monica : Also, just so you know, I'm not making a turkey this year.
    Joey : What?
    Monica : Well, Phoebe doesn't eat turkey...
    Joey : Phoebe!
    Phoebe : Turkey's are beautiful, intelligent animals.
    Joey : No they're not! They're ugly and stupid and delicious!


    Rachel and Hoey



    [Will gives a cake to Monica]
    Will : It's no fat, no sugar, no dairy...It's no good, throw it out!

    Ross : What are you doing tonight?
    Chandler: Why, do you have a lecture?
    Ross : No
    Chandler: Free as a bird, what's up?

    Ross : What is the name of Chandler's father's all male burlesque review?
    Monica : Viva Las Gay-gas!
    Chandler: Unfortunately, that would be correct.

    [Chandler is complaining about his parents]
    Chandler : The Bings have horrible marriages! They yell. They fight. And they use the pool boy as a pawn in their sexual games!
    Ross : Chandler, have you ever put on a black cocktail dress and asked me up to your hotel room?
    Chandler : No.
    Ross : Then you are neither of your parents!

    [Monica knocks]
    Chandler : You can't come in!
    Monica : Why not?
    Chandler : Because, uh, Ross is naked.
    Ross : What?
    Chandler [to Ross]: Well, I couldn't tell her *I* was naked. She's allowed to see me naked.
    Ross : Why does *anyone* have to be naked?

    Monica : Oh my god. How cute is the new eye doctor?
    Rachel : So cute I'm thinking about jamming this pen in my eye.

    Monica : Joey, what would you do if you were omnipotent?
    Joey : I'd probably kill myself.
    Monica : Excuse me?
    Joey : Hey, if Little Joey's dead, then I got no reason to live.
    Ross : Uh, Joey... Omnipotent.
    Joey : You are? Ross, I'm so sorry.

    Ok, now. Here’s the answer.

    For the numbers, I bet you try to think of a formula. The correct answer is


    8 5 4 9 1 7 6 3 2

    Still don’t get it? Here you go :

    Eight
    Five
    Four
    Nine
    One
    Seven
    Six
    Three
    Two

    If you still don’t get it, the numbers are sorted in alphabetical order after they’re transformed into words. Hehe..

    And for the sentence riddle.

    The end of Wall Street —> T
    The middle of the MET —> E
    Agatha Christie
    is the first —> A

    What would they like to drink best? Tea. They would like to drink a cup of tea. ;P

    What would a rich spoil daughter say to her dad if her apartment’s roof is leaked?
    —“Dad, I need a new apartment.”

    Thursday, January 04, 2007

    Being an Extra


    In a play or a movie, there are always a leading character, a few supporting characters, and a bunch of extras. When Titanic was played, everyone focused on Jack and Rose. In Smallville, the story tells us about Clark Kent. The Da Vinci Code, there go Robert Langdon. Even U2 stands for Bono. They are the ones who keep the game rolling. They are the ones the camera’s pointed most of the time.

    In your life, YOU are the lead character. You are the most important actor of your very own movie. But there are times when you become a supporting actor. It’s when you fall in love and she takes your position as the number one. In that case, prepare to be either an outcast or a viceroy.

    The sad truth is that almost all the good guys in this world are extras. They come and go within seconds, appear and disappear. They play a small amount of role, sometimes it’s extremely important but most times it’s just a worthless part. The others do not see their uniqueness. They can’t, unless there is something going on to open their eyes. Therefore, it’s such a rare opportunity for extras to turn into a major actor.

    It’s mysterious to be an extra. You achieve a tiny part of publicity, hardly any camera, but a moment of satisfaction. Is an extra an outcast? Why it is so many people in this world feel like they’re just an extra of their own lives? Is being an extra a good thing?
    Do the extras feel lonely all the time? But do they?

    Sometimes I watch other people living their lives. A small child plays a ding dong machine while her baby sitter standing next to her watching her dully. A grandmother smiles seeing her grandsons running in the park. A young couple is hugging with each other, holding hands and never let go. They look at each other’s eyes and smile tenderly. A woman sleeps beneath a blanket while Sarah McLachlan’s Angel is being played. The melody caresses her ear softly and makes her tears flow. A big man works in construction at noon and comes home to his wife and children in the evening. A mom hangs a Christmas ornament emblazoning her purple door. A friend pats me on my shoulder, grins happily and is wishing me a Happy New Year.

    I walk away and keep thinking which one of them lives as an extra. That baby sitter seemed hopeless and boring, but she might just have a bad day. That woman in the bed seemed sad and lonely, but it might just been happy tears. Then it just strikes me. They are not the extras. I am.

    Being an extra is good. It’s purposeful. Robbie Williams won’t have his concert happened if it weren’t for his band and dancers. Seth Cohen won’t be dating Summer Roberts if it weren’t for Trey forcing Ryan to steal the car in the first place. Harry Potter wouldn’t be existed if JK Rowling’s sister had laughed the first time she read the book to her.

    Being an extra is good. It keeps the story going.

    Monday, January 01, 2007

    Crap-icious Eve

    Capricious is one word to describe my New Years' Eve. Surprising is a better choice of word. My best bud coming to town was a great present for me. It's good, to feel not lonely, to be not lonely.

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    [ Liting and Me ]

    So, ok. New Year's Eve. I watched "Night at the Museum" and it cracked me up. That piece of shit was so ridiculously funny. It's so creative how the writer can turn a boring story about a Museum "security guy" into a great and unpredictable story.

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    [ Erick and Me ]

    These pictures were taken in Sun Plaza's foodcourt. Not a special place. Just an ordinary hanging out corner. My black friend Liting was being terrorized the whole time, by the vague but certain threats of Budi Chandra (who by the way was goofing around safely in Bandung, far away from Liting's insecure soul :p).


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    [ Taking my own picture, could I? ]

    I spent New Years' Eve in Erick's house. Playing poker and watching movies. Oh yeah, we were preoccupied also. You know, by the Greeting Texting Tradition. Anyway. It was a fun day. Capricious, as some people (that is to say, I) have mentioned. Happy New Year to you all. May 2007 be the greatest year, full of unexpected surprises, a year of dreams come true, where a new Journey of happiness shall begin.

    Goodbye, 2006.