I am so hungry.
I ate my meals, twice already.
Plenty of snacks I have taken.
I need to bite something... Someone...
Homeworks are just too much...
I understand the questions but dont have the answers..
What information do you recommend be supplied to the production workers in the new environment that emphasizes quality, defect reduction, problem solving, and teamwork?
You have a killer boss, babe...
Yeah, right...
I did my research but cant focus to write Leadership : a Contingency Theory.
What should i write about that?
I did discuss about taxes and all the values but dont think nothing wont keep me busy so i have time to count the future value, what will i get in 10 years.
What the hell, will i get any?
I hope what i am learning today, will be useful later...
Have i used up all my brains to think about obtain wealth and live well in a plutocracy world, so its empty now to do my homeworks?
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
More power please
I am exhausted.
Completely, in need of rest.
Woke up at 4am, sister need to be at her new campus for orientation-thing, so i went with her.
Going back, too excited with the idea to walk home. So i didnt take the cab!
I was walking for about an hour, (imagine how far was it, as i always walk fast) then did make a stop at the market. Bought bananas.
Going home. Took shower.
Had breakfast.
Went to campus.
... 2pm, management accounting class, slept!
Good enough, there's a friend who kept talk, talk and talk, bugged me.
4pm, finished study. Went to a grocer's shop, bought milk and bread, then went to novotel.
Swimming for half an hour then moved to internet cafe.
Updated friendster.
Then back home.
At home, none home.
Fed becky -the short dog-.
Shower.
In bed.
--- Mom and sister arrived.
Making calls, making plan for her to outta here on 29.
"Thumbing" my treo.
Write this post.
Then sleep for good!
7am, to be at campus.
Completely, in need of rest.
Woke up at 4am, sister need to be at her new campus for orientation-thing, so i went with her.
Going back, too excited with the idea to walk home. So i didnt take the cab!
I was walking for about an hour, (imagine how far was it, as i always walk fast) then did make a stop at the market. Bought bananas.
Going home. Took shower.
Had breakfast.
Went to campus.
... 2pm, management accounting class, slept!
Good enough, there's a friend who kept talk, talk and talk, bugged me.
4pm, finished study. Went to a grocer's shop, bought milk and bread, then went to novotel.
Swimming for half an hour then moved to internet cafe.
Updated friendster.
Then back home.
At home, none home.
Fed becky -the short dog-.
Shower.
In bed.
--- Mom and sister arrived.
Making calls, making plan for her to outta here on 29.
"Thumbing" my treo.
Write this post.
Then sleep for good!
7am, to be at campus.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Open and shut
Next saturday night... (August 27)
Lets meet @insomnia.
Whoever you are, bring along friends. More is better.
Drinks are available...
..We are going to go Dutch.
Lets meet @insomnia.
Whoever you are, bring along friends. More is better.
Drinks are available...
..We are going to go Dutch.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Secrecy
There are two (huahahaha you can pay me back later when we meet) lonely men in a city full of joy...
To think or to know what are they doing there is something i dont fancy.
Will they go to those pubs just like they plan to?
Will they stare at those bare legs and slip some "moneta" as they touch them?
I dont know...
What i really know is...
They shall go out and do some shop of current sexiest blackberry!
Its 17:20 there and its too early to step into a hellhole...
Aint it such a good idea? :))
To think or to know what are they doing there is something i dont fancy.
Will they go to those pubs just like they plan to?
Will they stare at those bare legs and slip some "moneta" as they touch them?
I dont know...
What i really know is...
They shall go out and do some shop of current sexiest blackberry!
Its 17:20 there and its too early to step into a hellhole...
Aint it such a good idea? :))
Saturday, August 13, 2005
One more stop.
In the lounge.
Surrounded by proletariat and not.
Javanese talk with familiar accent...
Chinese girls with short cloths move around...
Truck driver look like men smoke like hell...
Pretty man plays with his blackberry...
30 more minutes and will be leaving for Jogja.
Beers...
Cookies...
Emails...
Surrounded by proletariat and not.
Javanese talk with familiar accent...
Chinese girls with short cloths move around...
Truck driver look like men smoke like hell...
Pretty man plays with his blackberry...
30 more minutes and will be leaving for Jogja.
Beers...
Cookies...
Emails...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Go belly up.
Fisrt, I think I am broke.
That scares me... All the bills are keep coming.
Well, I guess i did have an expensive fun this holiday.
How to solve this, i will think tomorrow...
Now, this is something new...
My butt is painful.
(I have impression that when you say arse, people think you refer to that thing -tube-, like... "Pain in the arse"... and when you say butt, its the flesh... "Yess, do it... Slap my butt.)
Anyway, it is painful!
Yesterday, I took part in tennis -reintroduction- and i know its ridiculous to know that all the rest in a day, have problems with their legs... their arms... their bellies... And me... My butt. What a shame!
That scares me... All the bills are keep coming.
Well, I guess i did have an expensive fun this holiday.
How to solve this, i will think tomorrow...
Now, this is something new...
My butt is painful.
(I have impression that when you say arse, people think you refer to that thing -tube-, like... "Pain in the arse"... and when you say butt, its the flesh... "Yess, do it... Slap my butt.)
Anyway, it is painful!
Yesterday, I took part in tennis -reintroduction- and i know its ridiculous to know that all the rest in a day, have problems with their legs... their arms... their bellies... And me... My butt. What a shame!
Friday, August 05, 2005
Its me.
So you're back.
Had heaps of fun.
Got the fisherman's dark skin colour.
And love it!
Want to keep the colour that makes everyone looks unwell.
..
But truly, whole me is itching.
The skin is recovering. Its been the darkest i ever saw... and had.
Its dry. And aging. Aloe vera couldnt help much. Now it peels off.
Scratch me... Rub me...
Ssshhhhhh....
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Fate Gocheva, an allegory.
Once upon a time,
A five years old boy carried his gucci suitcase along the aisle looking for a free seat in a very small waiting room. His plane was supposed to leave the city in two hours. It was quite long waiting time to be in a very uninteresting room but he had no choice. He had an appointment, one that he could not afford to miss.
When found he finally a seat to let his butt supported his weight, he saw a girl dressed to kill, extremely attractive. The little girl wore a shiny boot, mini white skirt, and a black leather jacket zipped up, hid what was inside it. She had literally everyone's attention.
The little boy looked at her with his eyes wide open. He thought that he was in love... He had to have that little girl.
No. On the second thought, he did not have to have her for she was in fact his date today.
After all, she was chewing a gum!
The boy did not like people who chew. Simply no class.
The girl stared at him, smiled. Like she could read his mind, she took the gum out and placed it onto a paper before thrown it into the trash bin.
The boy smiled back.
The girl then zipped down her jacket and showed what she got.
The boy smiled. Again. But this time, followed by a wink.
Then took she aim.
She pointed her gun at him.
The boy did not make a move. His smile remained the same.
She kept quiet at it.
To the boy walked she closer.
The boy sent her a kiss.
He opened his suitcase and showed the girl.
The girl smiled. She was happy to see what was inside his suitcase. She sat next to him and kept looking at it.
The little boy leant to his left and kissed her right cheek.
The little girl returned the kiss.
The little boy smiled. This one was a really mean smile. He cut her neck suddenly.
So died the little girl.
Two hours later...
The boy was in the plane; leaving the past.
He had done his job.
What a day.
He needed to take a nap. It was okay now to rest the eyes and mind.
The police never came.
The people did not care. They did not scream either to see her neck bled.
None was disgusted to see the mini white skirt turned red.
The employer seemed ok. Satisfied.
His people were in the plane, leaving the crime scene, leaving the city, leaving the past.
The little girl woke up at last. She tore the sticking plaster from her neck. She zipped up her jacket, smiled, and walked away.
The little boy awoke. It was 0200 hours only.
He went to the bathroom and peed.
It was such a weird dream.
But he thought that he loved her.
He had to see her again; he had to have her.
A little girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up.
Whose name knew he never.
Now grows the boy ten more years...
He is a mercenary. Strangest thing is he does not really care about searching a girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up...
A five years old boy carried his gucci suitcase along the aisle looking for a free seat in a very small waiting room. His plane was supposed to leave the city in two hours. It was quite long waiting time to be in a very uninteresting room but he had no choice. He had an appointment, one that he could not afford to miss.
When found he finally a seat to let his butt supported his weight, he saw a girl dressed to kill, extremely attractive. The little girl wore a shiny boot, mini white skirt, and a black leather jacket zipped up, hid what was inside it. She had literally everyone's attention.
The little boy looked at her with his eyes wide open. He thought that he was in love... He had to have that little girl.
No. On the second thought, he did not have to have her for she was in fact his date today.
After all, she was chewing a gum!
The boy did not like people who chew. Simply no class.
The girl stared at him, smiled. Like she could read his mind, she took the gum out and placed it onto a paper before thrown it into the trash bin.
The boy smiled back.
The girl then zipped down her jacket and showed what she got.
The boy smiled. Again. But this time, followed by a wink.
Then took she aim.
She pointed her gun at him.
The boy did not make a move. His smile remained the same.
She kept quiet at it.
To the boy walked she closer.
The boy sent her a kiss.
He opened his suitcase and showed the girl.
The girl smiled. She was happy to see what was inside his suitcase. She sat next to him and kept looking at it.
The little boy leant to his left and kissed her right cheek.
The little girl returned the kiss.
The little boy smiled. This one was a really mean smile. He cut her neck suddenly.
So died the little girl.
Two hours later...
The boy was in the plane; leaving the past.
He had done his job.
What a day.
He needed to take a nap. It was okay now to rest the eyes and mind.
The police never came.
The people did not care. They did not scream either to see her neck bled.
None was disgusted to see the mini white skirt turned red.
The employer seemed ok. Satisfied.
His people were in the plane, leaving the crime scene, leaving the city, leaving the past.
The little girl woke up at last. She tore the sticking plaster from her neck. She zipped up her jacket, smiled, and walked away.
The little boy awoke. It was 0200 hours only.
He went to the bathroom and peed.
It was such a weird dream.
But he thought that he loved her.
He had to see her again; he had to have her.
A little girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up.
Whose name knew he never.
Now grows the boy ten more years...
He is a mercenary. Strangest thing is he does not really care about searching a girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up...
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