Brian

Someone has just recommended this menu to cook.
Love the part when it says “cara membuat: campur semua bahan”. ehehe… as simple as it is. And there are only 2 lines on “cara membuat”. Love it!

Bahan:
150 gram kentang, kupas, potong besar, goreng, haluskan
2 butir bawang merah
2 siung bawang putih
2 sendok makan kornet sapi
1 butir kuning telur
Garam, merica, pala secukupnya
1 sendok makan irisan daun seledri
1 butir putih telur, kocok
Minyak untuk menggoreng

Cara membuat:
1. Campur semua bahan. Bentuk bulat gepeng.
2. Celup putih telur. Goreng.

Karena di sini kornet sapi itu susah nyari nya, maka kornet diganti dengan ikan sarden yang dihancurkan. Lalu minyak goreng diganti dengan margarin. daun seledri juga gak ada disini.
best food I ever cooked!
sumber: http://resepbunda.wordpress.com/2008/04/14/perkedel-kentang-kornet-sapi/

I’ve been in the search of my future phone and wife. Love my current Diamond, but its getting old. Aside Windows Mobile 6.1 doesn’t seem good enough anymore and it is getting a bit slow. Too much running program I think, while it doesn’t have that big RAM. While my other stupid phone is getting more stupid everyday. Countless wrong addressed SMS, dropped calls, proof of stupidity.

So! I’ve been hunting this freaking cute Iphone 3GS for the last couple of months. You know I am not sooo buying the Iphone from Telkomsel. Too damn expensive. Plus if I had an Iphone I would use that as my first phone that doesnt come with a Telkomsel card. I have my second phone with Telkomsel but I don’t want too much (money and work) on that. Fcuk, too complicated.

So anyway, actually I am not that much of an apple fanboy, but since I was using this seductive lustful cute Iphone couple of months ago for testing purpose I’ve been in love with it. perfect perfect perfect. Umm, well actually I did find some defects on it but it has been reported and now they are coming with OS3.0. They would be a total idiot if they hadn’t had it fixed. So now it would be a perfect 100gr toy of joy.

Then now I have to find one that is factory unlocked. It’s not easy. I’ve been in search for this everywhere. Actually a friend of mine offered me a black-marketed one. Yea, you know dude; mangga dua is the place for this. But if I really really want something, I want it to be special. I don’t want that easy way. Plus I am not buying cool (and expensive) stuffs without guarantee.

So here I am, as my job requires me to travel A LOT, let me emphasize, A LOT, so one thing I look for in a place I visit (except the local chick*) is the apple reseller.
I have checked in Australia, AU$900. dammit!! They have rich Telkomsel fucker in their blood.
Then there are also Italy, Belgium, Hongkong, but still haven’t checked the price. France, buy the phone and then request for an unlock at 100 Euro charge. Dammit. Technology (and joy) is truly expensive. Let’s see let’s see whether I have to bury my dream of having an Iphone deeply or I stupidly buy one and go hungry with no money for food for the next one year.
Or maybe I this dream will end happily.. crossing fingers.

*ayam halal di restoran lokal

I couldn’t stop listening to this guy. He’s great, singing a great song.

Man in the Mirror

Gotta make a change
For once in my life
It’s gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right

As I turned up the collar on
A favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin’ my mind
I see the kids in the street
With not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind
Pretending not to see their needs

A summer’s disregard
A broken bottle top
And a one man’s soul
They follow each other
On the wind ya’ know
‘Cause they got nowhere to go
That’s why I want you to know

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change, yey
Na na na, na na na, na na na na oh ho

I’ve been a victim of
A selfish kinda love
It’s time that I realize
There are some with no home
Not a nickel to loan
Could it be really pretending that they’re not alone

A willow deeply scarred
Somebody’s broken heart
And a washed out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind ya’ see
‘Cause they got no place to be
That’s why I’m starting with me

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
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Sudah hampir akhir Ramadhan. Kalau dievaluasi seperti IPM, semua nilai saya di Ramadhan ini need improvement; kalau IPK paling cuma satu koma; kalau nilai rapor pasti banyak merah nyo. Gak ada bagus-bagusnya blas. Mungkin saya termasuk orang yang puasa ne cuma ndapat haus dan lapar, plus kepala pusing.

Sekali-kali nya datang ceramah tarawih saya cuma ngedumel-dumel kecil dalam hati kok yang dibahas ini lagii ini lagiii. Bosan. Sambil browing kaskus, ceramah tarawih cuma masuk telinga kiri keluar telinga kanan.

Tapi jika saya renungi lagi, beruntung lah karena yang dibahas cuma itu-itu saja saya jadi hapal: tentang esensi puasa yang bukan lah cuma menahan haus dan lapar. Puasa seperti training center untuk hidup ikhlas, menahan emosi, tolong menolong menjadikan dunia sebagai tempat hidup yang lebih baik untuk semua.

Dari awal saya sudah salah berharap pada makhluk Tuhan.
Saya bekerja berharap kerjaan saya dilihat, dipuji lalu naik gaji
Saya ke mesjid berharap bisa ketemu jodoh anak pak Haji saya juga sudah pasang ring back tone Tombo Ati
Saya datang ke Masjid Pondok Indah berharap masuk tipi.
Saya memberi kepada orang miskin dengan tinggi hati.
Saya sudah salah asuhan.
Saya lebih mementingkan kuantitas daripada kualitas. Semakin banyak saya memberi semakin banyak saya berharap kembali. Tanpa saya sadari setiap saya memberi saya hanya akan menambah kekecewaan saja nantinya.

Begitulah, prinsip dasar puasa yang diulang-ulang setiap ceramah saja saya belum paham. Gimana mau lanjut ngebahas yang lain. I think I have been misled.

And people tend to regret something they have lost.
I have lost a lot. I mean A LOT… I don’t know how to get them back.
I can’t change the past, but I hope am sure I will get better.
Karena itu walaupun saya elek-elekan dalam puasa kali ini, saya tetap memohon untuk diluluskan. Doakan saya.

In the name of Allah, the most Gracious Most Merciful
I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my Muslim friends and families “Happy Fasting” in this Holy month of Ramadhan.
I wish and pray that we all will manage to fast and keep up the prayers

Untuk sahaya, puasa kali ini sepertinya harus di rantau lagi, sahur, puasa, dan berbuka sendiri.
Dan hari pertama sahaya sukses tidak sahur. eheh…
Mari mari kita nikmati puasa Ramadhan ini

I was very impressed by this superhero kind of movie; not necessarily the plot or the story of the entire movie. It was an action movie, so why bother the story too much. I was just enjoying the silat fighting in it. They have action sequences that leave me gasping and squirming in my seat. Better than Jackie Chan’s movies. All hail to the film’s fight coordinator.

Then talking about the story, I am quite familiar with the tradition of Merantau. I am a Minang-nese myself, a young man from West Sumatra who leaves his village to fulfill the coming-of-age rite of passage, Merantau. Here’s an old related post about merantau. Well I am not trying to relate myself with the furious Yuda on the screen. I am nothing like him of course, the Silat Harimau and stuffs. I was raised mostly influenced by modern era, thus I master Karate, a Japanese martial art that I practiced for years and still no good in it rather than Silat, the tradional one.

Being raised in the “modernization”, still I find it implausible that Yuda decides to trespass on a construction site to stay nights when he could look for a nearby mosque. I surely know that in kampuang (village) in Minangkabau, males have been raised with religious neighborhood. Males are even sometimes being asked to leave house just to stay in the mosque deepening the religious and cultural material. In the earlier scenes, it was also shown that Yuda and his family are religious. So I just don’t get it why Yuda leaves all his religious way of thinking in Jakarta.

Aside from that one there are also some more scenes bringing more questions to me, such: why the hell the blood are pink on their shirts; how Yuda manages to beat all of them without catching his breathe; why there were shooting in the lift, … so on and so forth. But I think I will keep it for myself. As I told you earlier, this is an action movie, he?! Why bother the story too much
Just enjoy the fun

I can’t concentrate.
This presentation slide that I have been working at for the last couple of days is still having no progress.
I am having new project next week but I still haven’t prepared any documentation yet.
I can’t think, I can’t read. I also haven’t finished any book yet.
My body is here but my soul is not.

This is so sick, man.

Where have all the spirits gone?

Something is wrong.

Shite

I don’t get it.

Ini cerita udah lewat beberapa hari yang lalu. Hari itu biasa aja. Hari kerja, cuman besok nya libur, karena mo berangkat outing cerita nya.

Sudah jam 6 sore. Gw masih di kantor. Masih ada juga beberapa orang di meja masing-masing. Tapi secara umum lantai 8 ini udah sepi dan masih dingin karena hembusan AC plus siraman hujan. Dan pergilah gw ke toilet untuk pipis lanjut sholat maghrib.

Pas jalan keluar ruangan pun juga masih biasa aja, di lorong ke toilet juga belum terjadi apa-apa, lalu pas buka pintu toilet; masyaAllah bau nyaaaaaaaaaaa… (huruf a nya masih kurang banyak sebenarnya.. *lebay) pesing gilo! Biasanya tak begini. Abis makan apa tha orang-orang aneh gini bau kencing nyo?!
Tak tahan gw langsung keluar lagi. Tapi masalah belum selesai. Kebelet tho yo, mesti pipis. Dilema jadinya.

Lalu tiba-tiba setan idiot berbisik “ayo kencing di toilet wanita saja, itu pintunya di sebelah, sudah malam, sudah sepi.. hayo sana”. Dan tiba-tiba juga gw jadi lebih idiot dari setan idiot itu dengan mengiyakan bisikan maut itu. Maka masuklah ke toilet wanita… untuk pertama kali dalam hidup ini.

Pengalaman legendaris… tak pernah sebelumnya gw masuk toilet wanita, this is a place where not all real men have gone before.

Ternyata di dalam nya ASYIK .
Warna dominan nya pink, ada wastafel, ada tempat ee’, ada… apa lagi ya?!
umm, oke ralat…
ternyata di dalam nya BIASA AJA…
Warna dominan nya pink, ada wastafel dan ada tempat ee’ di 3 bilik. That’s it.
Gw bingung kenapa kadang cewecewe di kantor kalo ke toilet suka rame-rame. Apa sih yang dicari di dalam toilet BIASA AJA begini.

Memang ada satu perbedaan mencolok dengan toilet laki-laki, yaitu kebersihan nya. Di sini bau nya harum, lantai nya juga bersih, kering. Kalo di toilet cowo kan kadang becek, plus yang paling bikin naik darah adalah orang yang pipis di tempat pipis (apa sih namanya ini? tempat pipis yang nempel ke dinding itu? tau kan?) pipisnya berantakan. Pada bececeran di lantai. Jorok pisan.

Maka dengan melihat tempat bersih seperti itu semangat pipis gw pun bangkit kembali. Gw langsung masuk ke bilik tempat ee’ dan (maaf) kencing berdiri.

Tiba-tiba waktu gw lagi pipis ada suara sepatu masuk toilet. Lalu terdengar suara wanita-wanita. Gw kaget! Asem, mana gw masih pipis. Sambil tangan gw masih memegang sesuatu yang ukuran nya cukup lumayan itu (halah pesan sponsor) gw berusaha menutup pintu bilik. Alhasil pipis gw sukses bececeran menodai lantai kering.

Selesai pipis gw bimbang, keluar gak ya. Tapi daripada bikin kehebohan gw tungguin aja. Semenit… dua menit… tiga menit… lima menit… asem, kok lama?! Cewe-cewe itu masih kedengeran suara nya.
Setelah hampir tertidur akhir nya terdengar juga suara pintu tertutup. Yes, keluar juga mereka akhirnya. Gw pun menyelinap keluar bilik. Dan ternyata.. Jeng jeng!!! Ternyata masih ada satu.
Hening…
krik krik…
krik krik…

tanpa aba-aba dia teriak …
gw masih pura-pura bego, bingung antara mau berlagak jadi banci atau menyatu dengan pintu.
…
akhirnya gw cuma bengong.
…

Jadi gini ya, sebenarnya di toilet cowo gw juga kadang-kadang suka ngelihat ada cewe. Tapi bedanya dia pake masker dan pegang tangkai pel.
Gw jadi bertanya-tanya apakah kalau ada cowo pakai masker dan pegang tangkai pel di dalam toilet cewe akan tetap diteriaki?

D’oh! gw bingung dari sekian banyak kejadian di hidup gw beberapa waktu terakhir kok gw malah nulis yang tentang ginian ya?! Bukannya cari apa gitu yang lebih bermanfaat. Ra mutu emang kowe, Bul!

my first published post using my (not so) new gadget.
it is qwerty
…
and it is NOT blackberry

I wrote this note on my flight back to Jakarta from Padang.

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Alone on this cold flight, I am looking back on how the holiday was. It was short and tiring, but surely unforgettable; coming back home, feeling the warmth and enjoying every breath in it. Not to mention the super duper delicious home made food by my mom. (it was only 4 days, I think I gained weight already) Then, meeting old friends in Padang. Getting around remembering some old good old days with my sister.
To make it better I was accompanied by a group of my closest friends whom to some of them were their first visit to Padang. Perfect.
Maka nikmat Tuhan yang mana kah yang kamu dustakan?

My main reason going back to Padang actually was to attend my best buddy’s wedding. He marries his long time girlfriend. I knew they would be together. I just knew. Sometime you just have the feeling that people are meant to be together, don’t you? Eventough their journey was not easy but you know they would be together. You just know.

This kind of thought also came to my mind when I observed this other couple. You know what?! at first you wouldn’t believe they have been together since forever. They scream to each other, they fight everyday. Not just everyday, but everytime, on everything. I might sound exaggerating, but believe me the smallest simplest most basic thing could have been the source of argumentation by them, e.g. the way he responsed to her statement. She didn’t like the lazy and mocking sound of his sentences. They fought. Loud voices, high tone, furrowed forehead, but you could never see hatred. She mentioned “nyebelin” many times. But that’s it. That could never go further. They are really into each other, no pretending, and no need other people to come to their relationship.
I would have to say that I couldn’t imagine anyone better for each other rather than themselves.

Let’s relate this with the president election. We all know that the candidates come in pair. The President candidate will choose his/her vice president candidate. Some said that Boediono will be SBY’s weakness. I think that could be proven wrong. They lead the race with more than 50% votes. Ando some said that Prabowo could have been the dark horse on this race… IF he was not paired with that brainless self oriented big lady. Eheh… enough of nonsense talking.

Back to the holiday, next friday I am going to Jogjakarta. My other best buddy will get married there. Yeah, it is mating season Everybody gets married.
Best wishes for you guys all for your new lives. May your loves last forever and you live your lives to the fullest.

Some say follow your heart, some say think logically otherwise you will get lost.

Me? how about me? heh? are you asking me? marriage? umm… ahaha… next year, maybe. Still searching.. eheh.. searching the sign that could convince me…
I know You are reading, help me.

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*eventually I did not make it to Jogja