Three Little Trashes Sitting Next to Me

January 3, 2012

This morning was sunny and cheerful. Me and Adrian rode our bikes to find some breakfast anywhere. It was really hard to find chicken porridge and ketoprak the last day. But this morning, their activities started running as the usual day.

Adrian and I was first meaning to take Bulbul for a walk. But Adrian also needed to take some money from the ATM. So we went with Bulbul. Adrian rode his bike to the nearest ATM from our house, and I rode slowly to watch Bulbul.

Bulbul met a friend in Kucica. It was a very friendly and funny yellow mixed dog. I think he’s just 1 year old or something. Some man there told me his name, but now I already forget. It was lovely to watch them play. It reminded me of Socky.

While Bulbul played, me and Adrian ate chicken porridge there. Then after his friend went away, Bulbul just sat beside me, waiting until me and Adrian finished the chicken porridge.

After finishing the porridge, we went back home. Then I got ready to meet my friend in McDonald. And, this is what I wrote/typed while waiting my friend:

"I’m in a junk food restaurant, was supposed to meet my old friend, talking about business as always. But she didn’t show up. So I just enjoy my time there, writing my novel. Well, writing.

Not quite a perfect place to write a novel, or even write anything. The three little junior high school students sitting next to me are so damn annoying. Well, I could tell that they are in junior high from how annoying they were. One of them is the most annoying, a geeky boyish girl or maybe a girlish boy (I can’t tell), keep talking about her/himself, and her/his family, and her/his everything. Remind me of me actually. I’ve never know it can be very annoying. I’m sure he/she is pretty annoying too even for her/his two friends. The other two are girls. One of them is pretty sweet actually. She didn’t talk too much. Just listening and smile a little. Well, sometimes they both screaming, but well, junior high teenagers… what can you expect?

In the middle of the time I’ve been here, came a group of older teenagers. From their faces I could tell that they're also annoyed by the junior high school teenagers.

Damn! She/he kept talking shit about everything. I used to be like that when I was her/his age. And everything she/he said is so unimportant. Well, everything seems not important when the one said it wasn't an important person for us.

Anyway, I remember yesterday I thought of something really brilliant.

Oh dear… I thought of something really brilliant yesterday. What was it? Oh I should’ve written that down!

I think it’s something about the butterflies. Not about butterfly, but something related… or maybe a hairbrush. But why hairbrush? A hairbrush?

What did I do yesterday? What did I eat? What did I watch? Who did I talk with?

Oh was it about sense? Was it about consciousness? Something about this life… some brilliant thought.

What?

Come on…

Chicken liver, chicken nuggets, too many rice, no veggies, yoga, jogging, but no, I rode my bike. Flypaper, looking for chicken porridge...

Oh! I hate these noises around me!…

I have some OCD that makes me unable to stand crowd and noises, and people.

When there were too many noises and too many people, too many for me, I would always become nervous and panic. I can’t stand people. I’m allergic to people. I hate people.

…"

Well, that's all, folks!

That's what I thought and typed while waiting. Then it turned out that my friend didn't get my message because her cellphone was having some errors.

... 

Cooking fettuccini carbonara for dinner.

Start the Routine all over again

Monday, January 2, 2012

Ah! Monday! Time to start all the weekly routine....

I was supposed to wake up at 5 (am of course), pray, then do the yoga practice, take Bulbul for a walk, and practice football until 7 am. But I woke up late. I woke up at 6. Still, I prayed, I did the yoga practice, took Bulbul for a walk, and had to cut the football practice just to save the time. I cooked the rice and prepared Bulbul's breakfast.

When I finished with my morning routine, Adrian woke up. Well, I guess he might have been awake earlier. We went to find some breakfast.
...

So here's the thing.
I have total 10 blogs here. This one, 'Astari Pahlevi's Diary', and 9 other blogs such as 'Everything about Astari Pahlevi', 'Created by Astari Pahlevi', 'Ronaldo Brazil is the Real Ronaldo', 'Celebrity-Related', 'Mathematic Freak', 'Portfolio', 'Tulisan-tulisanku di Masa Muda', 'Art of Backstabbing', and 'Self-Loving Theory'.

Some of my blogs are really neglected. Even, everytime I had new blog, I would almost forget about the rest. So it's like I don't have fixed time to update my blogs. So this year I've made a system.

I'll write 'Astari Pahlevi's Diary' everyday. That's for sure.

I'll post some artworks in 'Portfolio' at least once a month, every Saturday, everytime I made good artworks on the Friday before it.

I'll do 'Everything about Astari Pahlevi' and 'Mathematic Freak' every first Friday of the month.

I'll do 'Created by Astari Pahlevi' and 'Ronaldo Brazil is the Real Ronaldo' every second Friday of the month.

I'll do 'Celebrity-Related' and 'Art of Backstabbing' every third Friday of the month.

I'll take a break every fourth and fifth Friday of the month. The other two blogs, 'Tulisan-tulisanku di Masa Muda' and 'Self-Loving Theory' don't need to be updated.

So... enjoy!

The First Day of 2012

January 1, 2012

I came home at 3 am or so after the new year party at Dana's house. After the count down last night, we took some pictures and there was something weird with Dana's photos. In every picture where Dana was on the right, there was always a yellowish white light on his right side. So it made us speculating about whatever it is. So we ended the party with scary stories. Well, actually we ended it with a prayer, but I can only remember the scary stories.

So, when Anne and her parents took me home, I became paranoid. I thought of so many scary things--mostly ghosts. Mom was in her room, sleeping, right after opening the door for me. My house was dark and silent. My dad is still on duty. My brother might be partying anywhere. My sister was in the club, being one of the dancers for some artists performance. I was so afraid, so I tried to call them. But they weren't about to come home soon.

So I turned on the TV just to make some noise, turned on all lights, took a shower quickly, then went to my mom's bedroom to sleep with her.

I woke up at 7 am or so. But since it was new year, Mom let me sleep longer. I woke up again at 10 or 11. Then I was busy writing on my blog. Deany came home around 3.30 am... I guess... and she woke up like 12 or 1 pm. Adrian came home at 3 pm.

This is new year but Mama still worked so hard to clean the house.

At night I watched an action-thriller-comedy movie about vampire, I forgot the title. Collin Farrell played the character of a very cruel, scary vampire. It was like vampire version of 'Zombieland'. It was pretty good.

Then I watched 'Flypaper' with Deany. We didn't expect it to be a very good movie, since Patrick Dempsey was the main actor there. We were just meaning to watch something cheesy. But it turned out to be a very good movie. Well, it's pretty good for a movie with Patrick Dempsey in it.

Hello, New Year!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year, Everyone!

What did you do to celebrate last night? Did you go to restaurants, hotels, clubs, outta town, outta country? With family, friends, strangers? Whatever you did, I hope you had a great time.

I celebrated with two of my best friends, Dinda and Dana. On 31st of December 2011, last day of 2011, in the morning I went to a seminar with Dinda. It was a islamic financial seminar in BSD, from 8 am to 12 pm. At 7.30 in the morning Mama took me to the place where Dinda picked me up. Then me and Dinda went together to BSD by Dinda's car. Dinda was planning to take Gea and Ade to that seminar too, since they both also live in BSD. But they happened to be in Bali at the moment. Celebrating New Year in Bali... such a perfect New Year!

So me and Dinda attended the seminar from 8 to 12, the speaker was Ippho Santosa, best-seller-books writer. He was really funny and practical. He gave some keys to success, those I will definitely do in 2012 (well, some of them). Then we, with the rest of VIP guests, had lunch together with Mr. Ippho in Saung Serpong. The food was great! Super delicious! Especially that shrimp something... yummy!

Then I went to Carrefour ITC BSD to buy some ingredients for my cute fruit salads recipe.
 Yeah, I describe my fruit salads as something really cute. The taste is cute for me, like seeing a little girl with pinkish pale skin and fair hair. I went to Dana's new house. His parents and Putra, his brother, were out to buy some other things for the party. I made my salads there.

Dana's new house is really cool. The view, the air, the wind... yeah, the wind is really good because his house is surrounded by huge empty lots. I tried to ride Dana's bike while waiting the party started.

The party was really, really fun! We played and laughed out loud, we watched the greatest movie I've watched this week, Perfect Sense. We watched the beautiful fireworks outside the house, and also took some pictures.

We ate beef barbeque, shrimp and calamari barbeque, rootbeer with that liquor that I don't even know the name (it was really good!), roasted corn cobs, and of course, my salads! I love the food! And everyone seemed to really like my salads and it made me happy. I mean, I've made that salads some couple of times. I've usually made it for my self and my family, and everybody in my family really like it. But Dana's mom and Anne's mom are really good in cooking, so I'm flattered that they like my salads.

Anne and her parents took me home. It was already 2 o'clock in the morning I guess. My house was dark and silent. My mom was sleeping, Deany was having a job, dancing for a new year party in a club, Dad was still on duty, Adrian celebrated with his friends. I felt guilty that Mom was celebrating new year alone at home. :-(


New Days, New Plans

So this is the first day of year 2012. Time to go with the new year resolution.

I think it is really perfect that new year fall on Sunday like this. Sunday is the first day in a week. Sunday is a holiday. People usually started their weekly plan on Monday.

So, as we know, I, just like anyone else, always have plan and schedule, those I promise my self to start doing at one moment. Usually I wait for Monday to start doing those schedule and plan. And when the end of year is coming, I always wanna start it on the first Monday of the new year. But last year (wow, I can't believe that I just called 2011 last year!) the 1st of January fell on Monday! Haha! So, it made me lazy. I was waiting for the 8th of January, and it was too long to wait. When 8th of January came, I already forgot about the plan. Then I kept waiting for another Monday.

By the way, the seminar yesterday reminds me that some moslems told that it is forbidden to follow the Gregorian calendar rules. We have that Hijriah calendar. But well, we live in the Gregorian world anyway. It is easier to follow the universal date. And it is just a goddamn date for God sake! And moreover, Hijriah calendar could be very complicated because the date is not fixed. We kinda have to look for the moon and it's not easy to do. So, I worship my God in Islamic way, but I think it's not a big deal to go with the universal rules, right?

Anyway, from what happened in 2011, I can learn a lesson, that if I really want something and really fight for it, and of course also pray to God to give me what I want, so I will have anything I want.

And this is my 2012 resolution:

1. Work Harder! (the detail is in my personal agenda)
2. Write my diary every single day
3. Learn to speak, write, read, and listen Italian properly
4. Leave my parents house and live by my self (for good reason, really)
5. Publish at least one book!
6. Took English course

Wish me luck, Guys! And I also wish you luck!

My Bestfriend's Wedding

Friday, December 9, 2011

What a Day! Whew!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The day I went to the weekly meeting in Thamrin in the morning, toy fair in Blok M in the afternoon, football practice in Senayan after, taking a shower at Celebrity Fitness, FX, left my football boots there and lost them forever, and went to my old friend's wedding at night. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. Oh, and here's the map of my agenda today and my outfit for the wedding.

The Final Day

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Final Day!

Today was a big day for Indonesia. Today was the last day of Sea Games 2011. The big event would be ended by the final of the football tournament.

Today I could see how great football is. It’s not just a game. It’s not just a sport. It’s something bigger.

Watching the excitement of most Indonesian people, we can see how important football is, at least in Indonesia.

As we can see, that wasn’t football tournament. That was Sea Games 2011. Football was only one of the sports. There were other sports such as athletic, swimming, weight lifting, and the other famous one, badminton. Indonesian athletes are good in so many kinda sports.

But for me, it really feels like a football tournament. The football tournament seems to be the main event. No one talks about the other sports. Well, not much. I didn’t hear any.

But everyday we were talking about the football tournament. I looked at my friends’ status in facebook, twitter, blackberry messenger, and any social network, they were always talking about Indonesian football team in Sea Games. To be honest, I’m one of them.

For the whole Sea Games, all I care is only about the football game. I don’t know anything about Sea Games, except that Indonesian football team beat Singapore 2 – 0, then Cambodia 6 – 0, Thailand 3 – 1, lost 0 – 1 from Malaysia, won 2 – 0 from Vietnam, and then I couldn’t wait for the final between Indonesia and Malaysia.

Most people were really focused on the football game. The tickets were always sold out. The stadium was always full of people. My friends’ status on every social network said prayers and supports for Indonesian football team.

And finally, the final between Indonesia and Malaysia. Phew! Was an epic!!

People had been waiting outside the stadium since the day before the final. Crazy!

And finally it was night. The final started. I watched it with Bapak and Deany. Wow! It was a beautiful game! Both teams were struggling till the end.

Indonesia seemed to own the game at the beginning. And they played in a really fast rhythm. Indonesia was even leading with one goal in the very beginning of the match. I think it was the 3^rd or 4^th minute of the 1^st half. And the goal was really beautiful. Gunawan, the player number 13, made it with his nice heading, from (who?)’s crossing.

It was a good goal, and it happened very early. So that’s why I put lots of hopes. I had big expectation for them to win the game.

But, after that goal, Malaysia seemed to own the game. The ball possessions turn to Malaysia. They kept on possessing the ball. Malaysia played really, really good after the first goal. Indonesian defense looked so weak. To be honest, it was lame. Horrible! If only Malaysia had a better striker, they would’ve made more goals!

There were so many chances for Malaysia. They kept attacking Indonesian defense. Ouch! It was just like in the territory issues.

And finally Malaysia made a goal! Damn it! It was really, really, really.... arrrhhh...really upsetting...!

How could it be? It was a weak shot.

Then, for the rest of the match, Malaysia really owned it. They always got the ball. They always attacked Indonesia. Seriously, if only they had better strikers, there would have been more goals for Malaysia.

And the most, most upsetting is, Indonesia actually made a goal in the second half, but it was annulled by the referee because Okto Maniani was already offside. Damn! It was a beautiful goal!

And after the full 90 minutes of hard game, Indonesia and Malaysia had to play in the extra time. In that extra time, once again Indonesia made a really beautiful goal... that was, again, annulled by the referee because our player was already offside! Darn!! Arrhh! I was screaming like crazy. Seriously crazy!

It was a breath-taking match. Incredible match. They both play good. And finally..., times up, the score was still 1 - 1, and they had to finish the match with penalty shoots! Oh my... it was tense! I prayed together with my sister... and all Indonesian people.

Indonesia had the chance to kick first.

The first executor was Titus Bonai. Malaysian goalkeeper could predict the ball move, but it was still a goal. Score was 1 - 0 for Indonesia. But then Malaysian first executor also made it, so the score was 1 - 1 (2 - 2).

Then the second executor of Indonesia was Gunawan Dwi Cahyo. OMG he's HOT! But the hottie missed the penalty. Then Malaysian second executor made a goal, so it became 2 - 1 (3 - 2) for Malaysia.

The third executor was Egi Melgiansyah. He scored, me and Deany screamed so happily, then the third executor of Malaysia didn't make it, so I scream even louder. It became 2 - 2 (3 - 3).

Then the fourth executor of both Malaysia and Indonesia (it was Abdul Rahman) made goals, so it was 3 -3 (4 - 4).

And.... OMG! The last penalty shots!

The last executor of Indonesia was Ferdinand Sinaga... and... he didn't make it! Oh no!!

Then, the last executor of Malaysia... made the goal! Noooooo....!!!!!!!

While all Indonesians cried and upset, Malaysian players, officials, and supporters jumped, ran, and screamed in happiness. They celebrated their success of winning the football tournament!

I was upset. Deany and Bapak were upset. We were... silence.

So all my friends' status in their social network account talked about the lost. Some said how upset they were. Some said how proud they were, though Indonesia lost. Some said something like "It's ok, Garuda. Bla, bla, bla." Some put a crying face. It was like... Indonesia really lost.

Even if you read the news, there are lots of headlines sound like "Indonesia failed", "Indonesia lost", "Indonesia is crying", and something like that. Everyone seemed to be very upset.

But... suddenly I read one of my friends' status in blackberry messenger. It said "Indonesia is the overall winner of Sea Games!"

And then I realized... that is absolutely right! Hey! Guys! We don't lose! We won the Sea Games.

It's true! Indonesia got the most gold medal, silver medal, and bronze medal!

Country	Gold	Silver	Bronze	SUM
Indonesia	171	147	136	454
Thailand	105	95	118	318
Vietnam	96	90	101	287
Malaysia	59	48	77	184
Singapore	42	45	73	160
Philippine	36	56	77	169
Myanmar	16	27	35	78
Laos	9	12	36	57
Cambodia	4	11	24	39
Timor Leste	1	1	6	8
Brunei Darussalam	0	4	7	11