I've been stupid.
D'you know, I've been tortured myself with things I shouldn't have bothered with. People I thought I shouldn't even consider were the ones who raised to the occassion and offer help.
Sad that I can't exactly tell anyone because my helper made me promise never, absolutely never to tell anyone about the assistance she gave me.
Suffice to say that she's not exactly Ms Helpful by reputation. That's why I call it a miracle.
I met up with a few friends yesterday. It's a cool thing to say from a loner like me, isn't it?
Well, I was kinda set up into it. My friend, Winda, told me we were just going to meet this guy who'd provide us with a new lodging. Little did I know that Winda was throwing me into yet another church community (She's been badgering me to get into one ever since we met!)
I mean, nobody particularly like being sprung up with such thing, isn't it? I tried going along but in the end the self-appointed leader of the group got to my nerves and I told her to back off a little. I wasn't even sure I was going to join this thing!
The other guys were OK. It was great, really. The only boy there (a high schooler! Oh, man, I feel really old! But he himself was rather startled when he learned I'm a good 7 years older than he is) actually auditioned for Indonesian Idol.
We went home together - he lived nearby - and I badgered him about the audition. It's not as bad as I thought but it was bad. He told me he came on the 29th (Jakarta's schedule was April 25-30) and waited from 9AM up till lunch time just to reach the Waiting Room (They call it Holding Room - isn't that a little stupid?)
Then it's another century of waiting until he went up and harrassed some comittee member to inquire when he was about to be called. After about three times trying, they finally told him to enter the Audition Waiting Room. Jeez.
"And I hadn't had anything to drink since morning! Let alone meal..." he recalled gloomily. To top it off, Danny told me neither of the hudges said anything after he sang for about half a minute. "They only said 'Thanks,' and that's it."
Oh, well. At least, Danny knew better than to be crazy and started shouting at the judges.
D'you know, if I ever auditioned for IIdol, I would do that just so I could have an excuse to hold Irgi. You lot have seen, right? You could get a chance to embrace him, wheter you pass or fail.
To Irgi's girlfriend, it's just a dream, OK? ^_^ Please don't sue me.
From the soccer front, Champion's League side, Chelsea's off. Oh wow, this is cool. Unknown parties up against each other in the finale. I'm all for AS Monaco. Deedee assured me that clubs with the initial M always win, so I guess that's another indication. Tee hee, go, Mori!
Took an IQ Test at iVillage. The Qs were a lot harder than Tickle's (formerly known as Emode) so it was rather a surprise when I found out iVillage scored me a good ten points higher than Tickle did.
I don't fancy much being a Rote Memoriser though. That's what iVillage deems my intellectual strength is. I always thought that people whose strength is memorising are among the dullest people ever to walk the earth. (That's my kind of prejudism, so kindly take no offense over this childish ideas.)
"Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns."
Now that (from Tickle) is more what I thought of myself. ADEPT is the word though I probably love explaining things too much - and bored the hell out of every person in the vicinity.
And that "mix of skills and insights" are probably the reason I'm much too cautious at doing things, rendering me exceptionally slow on the uptake sometimes.
Ah. Anyway. It's Indonesian Idol again tonight. Good laughter ahead - I think this is RCTI's way of coming back after Ketoprak Humor kind of fall apart.