tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62009512011-09-05T12:11:59.547+07:00(Hopefully) daily ramblings from the hazy mind of Hasief ArdiasyahHasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1115407383558123682005-05-07T02:19:00.000+07:002005-05-07T02:23:03.563+07:00

...it's increasingly becoming the go-to place for big-name musicians to let their creative juices flow. And so here we have Billy Corgan (www.myspace.com/billycorgan), who regular updates his blog with tales of his Smashing Pumpkins days and gives some great insight - even though it ends up making James Iha and D'Arcy looking like complete arseholes. Interesting tidbit: the sound of a guy

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1115400426333576292005-05-07T00:15:00.000+07:002005-05-07T00:27:06.513+07:00

Me again. At the office right now, thought I'd check in. Been a while, lots of stuff has happened, which I'll fill you in later. But at the moment, I'm just trying to pull myself together over...something which I can't describe in detail, nor can I directly do anything to resolve. I just hope everything will turn out alright.In the meantime, check out www.myspace.com/weezer. Sniff sniff (those

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Here's my first post in a month and a half. Looks like that "as often as possible" resolution didn't last too long, eh? Quite a lot has happened; more on that after I wake up.

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Liverpool finally bought Fernando Morientes, just in time for him to play against Manchester United. Too bad they lost by a goal to nil courtesy of that brat Wayne Rooney (whom I shall refer to as such outside of the context of an England match), and also meant that Morientes lost his record of always scoring on his debut. Liverpool couldn't even take advantage of MU going down to 10 men after

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Speaking of music-related charity efforts for tsunami relief, it's a global thing, in case you hadn't noticed - most notably in the U.K., where they've just recorded a single ('Grief Never Grows Old') and are going to have a concert on the 22nd. The new version of 'Do They Know It's Christmas?' by Band Aid 20, meant to help end famine in Sudan, already came out late last year, and the quake and

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The past few days have been rather eventful, so here we go: Thursday, January 6th: Actually this day wasn't eventful at all. Read the job interview book, fell asleep. Made a Ryan Adams compilation CD (more on that later), with a non-chronological tracklisting, which is something I've been doing more lately. More challenging than chronological, plus it gives you freedom over the limitations

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1104951229257031632005-01-05T23:29:00.000+07:002005-01-06T01:53:49.256+07:00

A major development on the job hunt front: I've just started work on the resume, albeit with some forceful cajoling from Hanief. Suck it. Anyway, a while ago he sent me two books on how to make a resume and how to do a job interview. Both books came with software aids. However, the resume book came out in 1996, so I was wondering whether the floppy disk would be compatible with XP. After figuring

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First thing I saw on TV this morning was one of those local crime news shows. Of main interest was the ongoing case of the Hilton New Year shooting. If you haven't heard by now, a waiter working in the Fluid Club was shot and killed during the early hours of Saturday while the club was still in the midst of its New Year's celebrations. The alleged shooter - though witnesses and evidence are

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Two football matches on TV at about the same time, featuring two teams who'd just come off respective losses. First there was Indonesia, away to Malaysia on the second leg of the Tiger Cup semi-final. They'd lost the first leg 2-1 in front of about 80,000 fans at Senayan, so they had to turn things around and repay the favour. After making things worse with some really ugly play and falling

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The first day of the new year was marked with a big match between Liverpool and Chelsea. Watching football is mroe fun with company, so I went down to Sportsmans Bar in Blok M along with Yoga and Anita, Deeka, Rija and assorted guys on the Big Reds mailing list. Unfortunately, a good first half for the Reds didn't last, and eventually Liverpool started 2005 with a 1-0 loss (damn you, Joe Cole!

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Time flies, eh? Feels like it wasn't that long ago when I started this blog and predicted I'd only last a few months before losing all interest. Barring the occasional prolonged period of apathy, I've surprisingly hung in there. Considering my track record of crapness at keeping resolutions, this was pretty good. Speaking of resolutions, it's now time to make some new ones. Yup, in spite of my

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Dropped by the djakarta! office to get my dough, and had a craving for something big to eat. Maybe seeing Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle a few days ago had something to do with it. Anyway, I decided to go to this place nearby called New York Deli. I'd only been there once, and that was almost two years ago, so I thought this was as good a time as any to have a stomach-blocking sandwich.

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Latest installment of Cosmic Pop Culture Reference Coincidence: I was browsing through an article on Pitchfork Media about the break-up of Mr. Bungle (Who is Mr. Bungle? Do the research, I can't hand it all to you on a silver platter). This was just as The O.C. came on, and as you know if you're a viewer (and if you're not, well what's wrong with you?), each episode starts off with a brief teaser

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1100111087589122112004-11-11T01:24:00.000+07:002004-11-11T02:51:38.730+07:00

Saw The Incredibles at Plaza Senayan with Yoga. Sounds kinda gay, but it was hard to get anyone else on board on short notice, let alone an even number of people, since an even number was required to benefit from the ticket discount enabled by his credit card. So we just put on our best shameless faces and went. Did I love the movie? Of course I did. First, it was by Pixar, and you can't go

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1098123862294392512004-10-19T01:40:00.000+07:002004-10-19T01:24:22.293+07:00

Was channel surfing and got stuck on Metro TV for a while, mainly because I was trying to figure out where the reporter was and what was happening onscreen (the guy was at the Muara Angke fish market, interviewing the merchants). Then my attention was drawn to the newsticker at the bottom of the screen, and I learnt this little morsel of info: Mico Morawa, a German citizen, has just broken the

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1097773086078242122004-10-14T23:52:00.000+07:002004-10-14T23:58:06.096+07:00

Got an e-card from Dad. Looks like I got through. And as a bonus, Hanief sent an e-mail along the same lines. Heading in the right direction... Happy Ramadan.

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It started when Hanief phoned, asking about my job search progress. I was sick of lying and making things up, so I just told him that I hadn't done anything significant. He asked why, I said I just hadn't found anything interesting. He started going into a lecture, I said that whatever my problems were, the lectures weren't going to help. Then he hung up. A while later, he sent an e-mail

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This morning was a pre-Ramadan gathering of the Maryadie clan (or whatever Dad's extended family is called). Cue mingling with family members, be they familiar, those whose names I had forgotten, or those whom I had never met before. Then at 10:30, I got a call from Rany, my high school deskmate who was taking her Masters' degree in Melbourne, but just happened to be in Jakarta for a few days. I

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Went to the Hard Rock Cafe for Universal Music's sneak preview of their upcoming releases. What this amounted to was two guys - one from the UK division, one from the Asian division - put on a slide show presentation, with the occasional music video thrown in for good measure. But the surreal part for me was having Adrie Subono (head of concert promoters Java Musikindo) as a drinking buddy.

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Just got back from the Sportsmans Bar (behind Blok M terminal) for the Chelsea vs. Liverpool match. True to Liverpool's shite away form this season, they also lost. And true to my shite form when it comes to watching Liverpool with my fellow Reds fans, I've yet to watch them win in over a year of watching at sports bars and similar hangouts, and thus my jinx reputation remains. There'll be no

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1096620483505681242004-10-01T23:16:00.000+07:002004-10-14T00:56:50.196+07:00

Just had a weird moment: I was having lunch with Dad at the dinner table, and the TV was on as it usually is. They were showing some Chinese action movie, which my dad likes. Then it was a commercial break, he turned the channel, and on came The Wild Thornberrys. I've never watched an episode in my life, and I'm sure a 62 year old man wouldn't have much reason to watch it either. In a nutshell,

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1097692727523979372004-09-26T23:30:00.000+07:002004-10-14T01:38:47.523+07:00

Went with Dad and Mum 2 to a wedding. Nothing remarkable in itself, but in this particular case, it was like a reunion for ex-London old folks, considering that the bride and groom were both London kids back when they were wee. But get this: the two only got back in touch recently (about six months ago, if my sources are correct), without any prior post-London meetings whatsoever. Nice little

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Today was the third round of voting this electoral year, and it was also The Big One. Yup, for the first time in Indonesian history, we actually have some significant say in our vote, where we'll directly determine who'll end up being president. Based on current results, it looks like everyone's opting for change. Regardless of whoever wins, let's just hope that the unthinkable doesn't happen and

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1095444891924035052004-09-17T23:55:00.000+07:002004-09-18T01:14:51.923+07:00

Bad start to the day, as Dad gave another installment of The Talk. Mostly the "same old, same old", but what stuck out in this episode was that he kept underlining how he felt he's failed in educating me properly in terms of manners, religion, etc. In other words, I'm an absolutely useless embarrassment as a son. OK, maybe he didn't say that exactly, but now that I think about it, there's never

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1095267463617676202004-09-16T10:43:00.000+07:002004-09-18T01:57:36.466+07:00

'Nuff said. Thanks to: Irene, Citra, Fitri, Hanief, Evit, Dad, Mum 2, Wiwit, Emi, Andhika N., Leti, Isyana, Poppy K., Emanuel, Danis, Halief, Maria, Menik, Dimitri, Astrid, Wanza, Ale, Biggie, Notz, Avie, Mirna, Ikmal, Olive, Rara, Jamal, Yoga, Peds, Rani, Donna, Anna, Dhitri, Lila, Josh, Ardian, Vale and Anita K. Special mention to Silva and Ida for jumping the gun. Addendum in response to a

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1095240884715246882004-09-15T16:29:00.000+07:002004-09-15T16:34:44.716+07:00

The good news: my PC's finally working normal, more or less. So now my blood pressure can gradually lower itself and I won't have to punch the CPU casing anymore. The bad news: all the photos I've taken by digicam and stored on the PC from the past year and a half or so have been lost. How'd this happen, even though all my other data files are still intact? Here's the thing: computer repairmen

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1095177787653196322004-09-14T22:48:00.000+07:002004-09-14T23:03:07.653+07:00

Been a while since the last post. A lot of things have happened in the past week or so, which I would have written about if it weren't for the fact that my PC's been more or less dead since Thursday. So I'm writing this after I finally decided to go to the internet rental across the road. Now, having a malfunctioning PC, while upsetting, really shouldn't be the end of the world. I mean, it

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1094493816371314162004-09-06T23:08:00.000+07:002004-09-07T01:03:36.370+07:00

Saw Collateral with Citra. Been awhile since I watched movies with any sort of regularity; I've been missing out a lot 'cause I didn't have anyone to go with. So, yeah, it's a nice little arrangement. And it was a cool movie - Tom Cruise did a swell job in pulling off his role as a psycho contract killer. Oscar worthy? I dunno, but if it worked for Denzel... And now for the latest installment in

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1093969680594716622004-08-31T22:41:00.000+07:002004-08-31T23:28:00.656+07:00

Again, my absence of late hasn't been because I haven't had any time to write, it's just that I had nothing remotely interesting to write about. But as usual, if I leave it too long, I'll end up not going back to writing, and we can't have that, can we? It's all about discipline, baby. Saturday, August 28th: Left home in the afternoon for Romi's house, for a round of the brand new Winning Eleven

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1093542881537811462004-08-27T00:31:00.000+07:002004-08-27T00:54:41.536+07:00

Well it looks like everyone's into Kings Of Convenience. I'm not. Spineless Norwegian whimsy. Them, and that Sondre Lerche dude.

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1093446927521100912004-08-25T20:27:00.000+07:002004-08-25T22:18:19.010+07:00

At home all day. Was planning to go out, but I've found that mood has a strong influence - and exacerbates any slight health condition I may be feeling. Case in point: I've lost my appetite since returning from Bandung. Not sure if Bandung had anything to do with it, but what's certain is that I've had only one proper meal a day (usually lunch) for the past three days. I've only eaten to avoid

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1093375282097857762004-08-24T23:41:00.000+07:002004-08-25T02:21:22.096+07:00

...but honestly, there's nothing worth talking about. Maybe next time.

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Thursday and Friday, August 19th and 20th: My two-day trip to Bandung with campus friends. First time I'd been to Bandung in three years, which you probably think is a bit odd, given that loads of people seem to go back and forth at the drop of a hat. Guess I've never had a good enough reason to go, or the timing was never right. Not to say the timing was right on this occasion, considering I had

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1092778569482861812004-08-18T04:12:00.000+07:002004-08-24T01:01:00.156+07:00

...I might as well do something semi-constructive and fill in the blanks of the past few days. Friday, August 13th: As I mentioned earlier, I finished the thesis revision, and off it was to campus to get my lecturers' John Hancocks. Sounds simple? It would be if they were all in the same place, and order of signing didn't matter. But nooo, I had to drive to my supervisor's house somewhere in the

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Been too pooped to post in the past two days, though I have plenty of musings. And there are other things that need to be done today, so it'll have to take a raincheck. Talk to you later.

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FINALLY! I'd go into detail, but I'm too pooped. So instead I'll reintroduce you to an old friend. Yes, it's time for the return of... Cosmic Pop Culture Coincidence of the Day! So last night as I was working, the TV was on E!, and they were showing one of those Top 100 shows. This one was new: Hollywood's best-kept secrets. One of the secrets was about Back To The Future, the movie that

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Thought I'd drop a line just in case you, dear readers (yes, despite the relative absence of any comments per post, I'm sure someone somewhere is reading this), think I've gone into one of my slumps and lost the urge to blog. I'm fine, just hanging on to the last shreds of sanity as I try to complete my seemingly never-ending revision in the face of an ever-crunching deadline. If you read the

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1092158246281328552004-08-10T23:57:00.000+07:002004-08-11T00:25:25.610+07:00

No progress on the revision front, at least in terms of content. The printing and binding process, however, is another thing. Checked out a printing shop nearby; if I put it in by Thursday evening, they can have it done by Saturday evening at the latest. Cool. Hoobastank is also a go, with a press conference on the morning of the gig. So that means I have to get this shit done by the wee hours of

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After two weeks of basking in my liberation from university, it's increasingly dawned on me that it'll all mean shit if I don't get the thesis revision done. And soon - yes, the deadline's on August 16th, but the stipulation is that I'll have it all bound in hardback by then, and that takes time - maybe a few days, maybe even a week. So to sum up: I have to get it done, submit it to my examiners

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1091956463141071522004-08-08T13:44:00.000+07:002004-08-08T16:14:23.140+07:00

I have no idea why, but I suddenly thought I'd do a Google on my name. Just the first name, as it isn't too common. I figured it might be interesting to see what my internet presence is like. I came up with two pages, the contents of which are as follows. I've divided them into three categories: 1. Yes, they're talking about me: - One link to this blog - Two references to me on blogs by people

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1091912064084964452004-08-07T22:58:00.000+07:002004-08-08T13:40:57.896+07:00

Thursday, August 5th: Campus in the morning to attend Dipo's presentation, where he was more or less slaughtered by the examiners. Another reason to be grateful that I had it easy on mine, moreso because we took on similar topics and got asked the same questions. From there it was on to a celebratory lunch at Sop Konro Karebosi way up in Kelapa Gading, in which me and Jamal ended up partially

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1091640874568943012004-08-04T22:14:00.000+07:002004-08-05T00:34:34.566+07:00

So there's this girl I just got to know via the internet. After reading her posts on the Malesbanget.com forum, her website and her Friendster profile and thinking she'd be someone I'd like to be acquainted with, I figured I might as well send a message and say hi. Which I did, and we eventually ended up chatting on YM. Of course it's not a given that one who's entertaining via writing would be

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Been away from the blog for the past two days because I've been out of the house too long and too tired to write after getting back. So here's a recap: Sunday, August 1st: Went to cover GALA (Gawenya Anak Lapan), a high school music festival held by SMA 8. As of the past few years I've avoided these high school things like the plague for a number of reasons, chief among them being I've been to

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Woke up early (this is becoming a habit) to watch Liverpool versus Porto. Unfortunately this time they lost, but at least it was just by one goal and they weren't outclassed. Got to keep in mind that this entire pre-season tournament is just Rafael Benitez's means of testing out the players at his disposal and coming up with all possible formation permutations. Well, whatever the best line-up, I

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1091207556278570622004-07-30T22:51:00.000+07:002004-07-31T00:12:36.280+07:00

Another morning departure to meet up with Riefky so he could give me my DVD (see previous post) before his return to Azerbaijan where he's been stationed for the past year or so as an employee of big-time oil company Schlumberger. He's a smart guy, which is obviously how he got the job, and I hear that it pays very well. The downside? Well, for starters, Azerbaijan isn't exactly a tourist hotspot

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1091134708294621742004-07-30T02:29:00.000+07:002004-07-30T03:58:28.296+07:00

Left early for campus to see Jamal and Ardian's presentations. Unfortunately for Ardian, his was cancelled at the very last moment - when he called the presentation examiner on the night before to remind him of the presentation, it turned out the examiner had forgotten all about it and had already made other plans. Ouch. Another reason I should be grateful, seeing as my presentation was virtually

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And the congratulatory greetings keep pouring in via text message and MSN (though in the case of the latter, changing my nick to "Hello, my name is Hasief Ardiasyah, S.Sos" definitely has something to do with it). It's nice to know that a good number of people care. It's even better to know that a good number of that good number are women. And when some of those women whom are undoubtably rather

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It's lucky my presentation was at one, because it meant I could catch the morning game between Liverpool and Celtic, the first time most people would be able to see the team under Rafael Benitez for the first time. And they sure didn't disappoint, whupping them 5-1, with my favourite player Danny Murphy significantly involved in the two goals scored by new boy Djibril Cisse. Gives hope that the

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Less than 13 hours until the big showdown, and for some reason I don't feel all that worried. Had another simulation today, which seemed to go down well - but of course, when your friends say you're doing well, odds are it doesn't mean diddly-squat to the lecturers. At the very least I've had some practice at making a near-decent presentation, so I guess all I have to do know is just do a little

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Got the following message via Friendster. And no, I did not make any of it up. I'm not that vain. (Names have been withheld unless I get told to do otherwise): Yes, I'm a complete stranger, but I come with good intentions. :) I dwell blissfully in your devilish posts at MBDC* forum (I go by name '*********' there), and moreover, your blog always manages to crack me up. I love your writings.

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Oh yeah, I might as well mention why I went to campus yesterday: it was for a presentation simulation, a warm-up for Tuesday. Truth be told, I absolutely loathe presentations. It's hard to explain, but for some reason I find them about as appealing as a second, anaesthesia-free circumcision. But it's a necessary evil if I want to graduate, and so I'll just have to prepare and hope that I won't

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As I write this, MTV's showing the Beastie Boys live at one of those $2 Bill concerts they occasionally show, usually when an artist's got a new album out (the Beasties' new one is To The 5 Boroughs). A nice way to cap off the Beasties-related kick I've been on for the past two days. Going back a bit: well it's the first Beasties album in six years, so naturally they've been getting all sorts of

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Spent the past few days getting things in preparation for my presentation. Getting all that annoying paperwork out of the way is one of the most satisfying things in the world. Of course, I wouldn't mind having to do tons of paperwork in exchange for the thesis, which has been an experience akin to teeth-pulling. The topic of what I'm going to do after graduation is one that's been bounced around

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Based on my recent absence and re-emergence, you can tell that I'm finally done with my thesis. Well, in a manner of speaking: although complete and reaching 46 pages, it was still in the "piece of shite" phase and in need of further tweaking. But due to deadline, I pushed to have it put through anyway, so I'm in for a major whupping come presentation time (the 27th, in case you're wondering).

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I tell ya, I'm about this close to running down the wrong way of a one-way main road. Slowly progressing on my thesis, but it's nowhere near quick enough for my liking. Goddamn deadlines. Well, I guess this is the result of being used to blowing things off, but I don't think a bashfully apologetic expression will help me wriggle out of this one. Well, back to work then. I just had to blow off

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Just took a shower and noticed that the scar from yesterday was still visible. Didn't know a flying compact disc could inflict such damage. What am I talking about? Context: the CD-Rom drive in my PC hasn't been working that well of late, so I usually use the external CD writer to operate CDs. It's one of those things where press the button and the lid opens, then you insert a CD. My computer

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My morning slumber was most unpleasantly disrupted by the urge to violently puke my guts out. I had three slices of pizza the night before, so maybe it was something I didn't eat as I slept by a drafty window? Hmmm...anyway, after the last remnants of my technicolour yawn had been spewed, I went back to bed feeling better. Woke up at ten, checked the cinema listings, and bingo! Spider-Man 2 was

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Lots of progress: spent practically the entire day on research. The next stage is sorting through over 70 pages (size 9 Arial, plus page breaks), in addition to the pile of books Dad dropped in my lap. I'll get to that tomorrow...provided Spider-Man 2 isn't out at the cinema. If it is...well, first things first, har har.

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Had a weird dream: so I'm in a car with this photographer who I seem to know in the dream, but can't recall in real life. Female. I decide to take a nap, and the next thing I know, I'm in the photographer pit at a Limp Bizkit concert. After getting my bearings, I finally realise that we're in Bali (probably making up the gig that got cancelled a while back). I tell my photographer friend that I

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I officially have 17 days to ensure that six years I've spent in university don't go down the toilet. Actually I've known the deadline for several weeks now, but as usual, I've been suffering from sitting-on-my-arse-too-long syndrome. Today saw some small progress: I used the internet to actually look for something relevant to my thesis. At the moment I'm around 15 pages and some severe editing

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England lost. On penalties. Cue much lying around for most of the day in an advanced state of depression. On a musical note: after buying Supergrass Is 10: The Best Of '94-'04, I've found myself listening back to their old albums. Great stuff. If I had an ounce of musical ability in my bones, I'd probably want to be them.

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Greetings and salutations dear reader, apologies for having left you in the lurch for quite a long time. Just thought I'd drop a brief line. Been really busy and devoid of a blogging mood lately, which accounts for the long absence. Just had a 29 year old Malaysian mother message me via Friendster, asking to be my friend. Weird. Haven't decided what to do about this, 'cause I usually prefer being

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Spent most of the day reading the Suede biography, about two thirds through. First time in a long while a book has kept me enthralled. Massive drug intake and constant in-fighting are always entertaining to read about. Segue into today's pop culture reference coincidence: I was on MSN and Indah got in touch, asking me to check her mail because she couldn't access it, which eventually led to

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Actually I wasn't going to write a blog entry today. I'm out of interesting things to say at the moment (not that everything before this could definitely be considered interesting, but I digress). But based on previous experience, an extended period of not writing leads to me losing interest and inevitably abandoning the whole thing...well, at least until someone guilt-trips me into writing again

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Sunday, May 23rd: Left in the morning with Dad to check out our land in Ciputat. Based on the last experience, it's on a one way road that means we have to go through the goddamn market (I say goddamn because the traffic is inexplicable), so Dad got off at the main road, while I looked for a U-turn. Unfortunately, the road leading to the land was after the last U-turn, and so I had to go through

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Getting a bit behind... Friday, May 21st: Was supposed to be my last day as a class-going student on campus, but one class was rescheduled for next week. It was supposed to be the last day because finals are next week, but the campus is usually close to deserted during exam week. So it was my last day as a student in normal study circumstances. In the evening, went to play billiards. I'm crap at

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Weird dinner conversation: it turns out that Dad and Mum 2 read my review on the Akademi Fantasi Indosiar album, featuring the stars of the hugely popular reality TV talent show. That lead to Dad asking as to why the judges on Indonesian Idol act like a bunch of pricks (or words to that effect). Ended up switching to American Idol - which just happened to be playing right then - to show them the

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1084986833183197992004-05-19T23:46:00.000+07:002004-05-20T00:13:53.183+07:00

Spent these two days finishing up work and getting about four hours of sleep in total. Thus, no post yesterday. Though I did have something to write about when I was translating this article about Corey Pavin, a golfer who was on top of his game in 1995, then lost it, and is currently trying to make a comeback. After over a year's worth of working for Golf Digest, I've found out that this isn't

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Was going to write yesterday, but I was too tired from football. Not that much happened anyway: it was supposed to be the first match of our team's title defence in the high school alumni's cup, but our opponents failed to show up on time and in significant numbers, so we just ended up playing kickabout so as not to let the day go to waste. Upon getting home, I was going to get work done, but I

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On the way to a wedding with the folks, the car radio mentioned that today was the 15th of May. The date seemed significant, but it didn't hit me until moments later: it was their second anniversary. My, how time flies. And then there was something else I realised: the batik shirt I had on was the same one I wore two years ago. Must've had some subliminal thing going. Anyway, there were many

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1084554887428014332004-05-14T23:56:00.000+07:002004-05-15T00:14:47.426+07:00

... I dunno, to me that comes off as one of those lines that probably looked good on paper, but when it came to the actual scene...it leans more towards "Do you know what happens to a toad when it gets struck by lightning?" than "On my signal...unleash hell." Troy hasn't come out here yet, and I'm still undecided as to whether I'll watch it or not. Though it's got a pretty good cast (Eric Bana

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1084469872597583662004-05-13T23:55:00.000+07:002004-05-14T00:37:52.596+07:00

I've suddenly gained a whole lot of respect for psychiatrists. Sure, it might seem simple: go to psychiatrist school, set up a practice, have patients lie down on the couch, tell them whatever they need to hear, get paid. OK, that's oversimplfying things, but at least there are no scenarios where one false move causes patients to die on the spot. More pressure on medical doctors. Anyway, I've

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"Miss Oklahoma, who would you like to meet?" "Justin Timberlake, so he can teach me a few dance moves!" Appreciate the honesty, but whatever happened to wanting to meet Insert Predictable Humanitarian Here? Or at least wanting to meet whoever it is that inspired them to be all they could be? Just before announcing the winner, they had the five finalists step forward for what could be their last

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Guh.

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Switched on the TV to see Donald Trump introducing "51 of the most beautiful women in the world" in Miss U.S.A. 2004. Cue the opening credits, showing these 51 so-called beautiful women prancing around Los Angeles and introducing themselves by name, age and state. All I could think of, "What 51 beautiful women?" Granted, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and just about all of them would be out

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Cosmic pop culture reference coincidence of the day: as I was flipping channels, I briefly stopped at Star World, which was showing adverts for About A Boy, the Hugh Grant movie based on Nick Hornby's novel, due to screen on Star Movies sometime soon. Flipped to the next channel, E! Entertainment, which was showing an installment of 101 Reasons The 90's Ruled. I was just in time to catch Reason

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No campus today. Was going to get work done, but as usual ended up doing nothing. Slept the whole day. Funny thing was I didn't get any calls reminding me of yet another deadline violation. Guess they're bored of going through the usual routine or maybe they've secretly replaced me with someone else... Oh hey, here's the latest example of the cosmos aligning in terms of me and pop culture

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Had a shot at playing impromptu love advisor via Yahoo Messenger: Q: I have a boyfriend, and I can see myself having a future with him. There's nothing wrong with him, except for the fact that I don't think I love him as much as he loves me. To make matters worse, there's this other guy, whom I know I won't have much of a future with, but I feel like I have chemistry with this guy. I'm not going

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1084036558160865432004-05-08T23:18:00.000+07:002004-05-09T00:20:27.716+07:00

Had a rather salacious dream this morning about someone I've found quite attractive, but never gave much thought to pursuing (not that now would be a good time, as she's recently entered a relationship, it seems). I have no idea why it was that particular someone, especially as it's been months since I last saw her. Anyway, the dream ended on an awkward note, and left me wondering what it all

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Wednesday, May 5th: No classes today, but was thinking about checking out this music thing on campus. The thinking was short-lived, however, and I spent most of the day in bed instead. Thursday, May 6th: Was told that there wasn't any classes again in the morning, but since I'd just taken a shower and wasn't feeling like staying at home all day again, I went to campus anyway. Eventually ended up

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Wednesday, April 28th: Went to campus specifically to see International Relations' girls basketball team in action after missing the previous matches. Just my luck: the one time I manage to go see the, they end up losing and getting dumped out of the faculty competition, even though they were finalists two years running. Wasn't a total waste, though: took part in IR's Sportsweek, specifically

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Been having a bit of a lapse after the recent spurt (relatively speaking). Without further ado, here goes the blank-filling: Wednesday, April 21st: Stayed at home...which turned out to be a very good thing, as it rained heavily for most of the day and it severely messed up traffic. I heard tales of people being stuck on the road until past midnight. Really bad. Thursday, April 22nd: Fitri had

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Didn't feel like going to class this morning. Not that going to bed at around three helped matters. Even if did manage get myself to campus, I'd end up falling asleep anyway. Plus my bed and other more comfortable slumber spots are all at home, so why bother? So I just went to meet my thesis counselor. Was supposed to meet him last Friday, but I was just finishing up work and my brain was too

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Sunday, March 18th: Had a wedding to attend in the morning, then it was on to preparations for this year's high school alumni football tournament. It's been a while since I've done anything remotely athletic, let alone play football. So naturally I was very rusty and short on stamina. The tournament's next month, so it looks like I'll have to go jogging or something to burn off the calories.

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As I mentioned earlier, I've been on a GN'R trip of late, which involves checking out what reviews say about the band's releases. In this review for Live: Era '87-'93, I cracked up when the reviewer made fun of the bit where Axl suddenly shrieks "Gimme some reggae!" in the middle of 'Knockin' On Heaven's Door', and the band promptly switches from slow rock to reggae. I haven't listened to that

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Just finished all my work for this month, and as usual I'm still on a productive buzz and looking for something to do, so the blog gets dusted off again. Maybe if my memory still holds up, I'll fill in the blanks for last month. For now, I'll just settle for last week. Tuesday, April 13: The previous night was spent getting work done (or at least trying to). Wasn't finished by daylight, and I

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Got a couple of text messages to remind me that my work is due, and I still haven't done anywhere near 10 percent of it. Yikes. In typical fashion, instead of getting down to it, I ended up watching three (actually two and a half) Pink Panther movies on the MGM Channel. It's the Pink Panther's 40th anniversary, you see, so the movies are part of the channel's featured viewing for this month. Plus

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Man, this is getting sporadic. As in years past, my journal-keeping tails off in March and usually doesn't ever recover. But it seems one of the benefits of having a public blog is that you get the occasional person who actually reads it and asks about updates. This in turn sends you into a guilt trip, which then makes you write just to satisfy the masses (OK, maybe "masses" is an exaggeration).

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Been awhile, eh? It's March right now, and from what I remember, this is usually the time that I end up abandoning any form of journal that I've been keeping since the year began, so I guess the recent lack of posts may be attributed to the March Laziness Syndrome kicking in. Plus I've been really busy as of late, going out of my mind trying to meet deadlines, and then on to the post-slave labour

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Another day, another movie: this time was 30 Hari Mencari Cinta, the first Indonesian movie I've seen since Ada Apa Dengan Cinta? Good for a few laughs, but a bloody weak premise for a movie: a bet to see whoever snags a boyfriend in 30 days? Please. Started to get ideas of what I'd want to put into a movie should I ever be in a position to make one...hello, delusion...

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078770862158238862004-03-08T23:57:00.000+07:002004-03-09T01:37:27.793+07:00

Watched Cheaper By The Dozen with the freshman kids. After mulling it over for a bit - mainly because it'd be embarassing to be the oldest person in the group by almost half a decade - I went anyway, mainly because I wanted to see the movie and didn't really want to see it alone if I could help it. During the course of the evening, I did feel self-conscious and out of place at times. But in the

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078678022052993342004-03-07T23:40:00.000+07:002004-03-07T23:50:06.060+07:00

Another weekend, another wedding reception. Though this one had a twist: it was held in Tangerang, of all places. I'd never driven to Tangerang before, so the plan was to go with others who were more familiar with the territory. Eventually the plan evolved into a tour of West Jakarta's hang outs and roadside food vendors. Considering we'd driven all the way there, we might as well take in all the

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Here's the quiz. My results? But of course. In other news, this evening was spent hooked on iSketch. Remember that old quiz show 'Win, Lose Or Draw'? Well this is like the online version, where each contestant gets a word they have to illustrate for the others to guess. Of course, the quality of draftmanship takes a swift dip due to usage of a mouse instead of an actual marker, but given

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Friday again, and you know what that means: Go To Campus For No Good Reason Other Than To Hang Out Day. Actually, that wasn't my original plan, but since said plan got postponed, I figured I might as well go to campus. Before the drive, I found myself digging through the racks looking for Dodgy's Free Peace Sweet to play in the car. I have no idea what brought that on, considering I haven't

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Feeling muy crappy today. Just can't seem to get anything done, even though there's a lot on my plate: assignments, work, writing Friendster testimonials. Yes, I take that last one probably more seriously than I should. Regardless of what is said, I rather dislike shoddily-written testimonials for me, mainly because I do my best to write something meaningful for the folks in my list. Which is why

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078341786633904162004-03-03T23:55:00.000+07:002004-03-04T21:36:46.233+07:00

After a brief hiatus from eating microwaved frozen lasagnas because the ones we bought turned to be all rotten, I finally struck it lucky. Or maybe it just so happened that the previous batch were all bad. Expect many more lasagnas very soon... Also finally road tested the two-CD, 54-song Beach Boys compilation I just burned. The basic concept is a bunch of songs I like that are meant to provide

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078238099943545502004-03-02T21:24:00.000+07:002004-03-02T21:37:57.093+07:00

Early class today. Turns out this week we had a lecturer known for being somewhat of a killer. The fact that I watched the Oscars the night before right until the end (with several occasions of nodding off) sure didn't help matters in trying to stay awake for fear of getting a shoe (or something equally as lethal) thrown at me. In fact, I actually did drift off several times mid-lesson...but I

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078160719784784822004-03-01T23:44:00.000+07:002004-03-02T00:08:16.106+07:00

On the way home last night, I saw that School Of Rock was on at the local cinema. A relief, since I thought I'd missed the boat on that one. Well it's not as if it's the type of movie that usually stays on screens for up to a month. Anyway, I'd been meaning to see it ever since I heard about it, but apparently it came and went in about a week, at both major and crappy theatres. The fact that it

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078076549557057142004-02-29T22:47:00.000+07:002004-03-01T00:45:24.046+07:00

Bizarre sight of the morning: Dad walking around without a shirt, after some extensive work on his plants in the front yard. Apart from the pot belly, he's looking pretty good for a guy pushing 62. Better get gardening then... Most of the afternoon was spent copying songs from my Beach Boys CDs, to be then burned onto those "vinyl" blank CDs I bought. I could just burn them straight from the

Hasiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214754568405772987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200951.post-1078004800599333672004-02-28T23:54:00.000+07:002004-02-29T04:49:33.840+07:00

Woke up in ruder health this morning. In addition to the shitty throat and stuffed nose, I also had two ulcers on either side of my lower jaw. Which, of course, sucked and made eating much less comfortable. Ended up having my first bite sometime in the afternoon. But luckily, it pays to have a stepmum who's also a doctor, and so Mum 2 prescribed all sorts of drugs for poor ol' me. Love ya, Mum 2.

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