I've discovered...
..that it is divine to walk along the neighbourhood called Jalan Jaksa. Not as many bookstore as I've imagined (indeed I was disappointed) but the place seems so removed from the usual Jakarta that I know, it had been a great walk in the afternoon the one I took last week.
..that for sure, Kinokunia is by far better than QB. Am deeply sorry to have to say this since it was QB who had been the first to foster my deep love for literature in English.
I was at a QB recently after a long absence and was amazed that they carry only one (ONE!) JD Robb's novel, one Dave Barry's, so few Stephen King's and no (NO!) Paulo Cuelho. How on Earth can the manager let that happened? A good thing about this particular QB is that they carry more than three (3) John Irving's. (PS: No James Salter!)
... Paulo Cuelho, for sure. Thanks to my cousin, Irene, I've come to find another powerful writer who spins a simple, yet beautiful yarn that it was definitely difficult to put the book down.
The one I read was Eleven Minutes. Too bad it took about eleven minutes to finish the book, too. It was deep and moving, despite what might've been seen as a mundane topic initially.
...Penguin Puzzle. Oh, it is such fun to play that game. You should try it. Log on to Dexterity and download a free demo version.
Discoveries
|Listening to: Dunia Tanpa Lagu - Delon
albiceleste | 07:57 p.m. | Monday, November 21, 2005
Man...!
|Listening to: Under The Bridge - All Saints
Or more precisely... men.
What's up with this species?
Some of them are OK, and if you're lucky you might even meet one that's amazing... sigh. But the rest of them... GOD.
I mean, GOD!
Irritatingly boastful, annoyingly patronizing and worst of all... utterly possessive. And none of them are even my boyfriend. Jeez.
Who in the hell are you to ask the when and where of my every move? And who gives you the f*cking right to sulk about the change in my schedule? I mean, Jesus Christ.
But of course, I play it cool, man. Wouldn't have given any upper hand. Shrugged and said, "It is as it is." I mean, what, I was supposed to change work schedule to satisfy someone I barely know? Come on.
Not to mention acting as if I needed him. Oh man, once a patronizing flag has been raised, you can wait until hell freezes over before I even think of asking you a favor.
If there's one thing that can cause spontaneous combustion to this very amiable girl (ha), it's people who assume too much, too soon. I mean, for Christ's sake, I've been vending for myself for a couple of years on my own - what difference does it make, getting to know you a couple of months ago?
Where, I beg to know, where does it make any sense, that after I met a guy I began to need that guy like all my life's depended on it?
I've got no intention to brag or anything but I've been doing just fine all this time. How, just how on Earth can a sane human being suddenly just assume that I desperately need help for stupid little things like going home?
I know am repeating myself here but this typicality of the supposedly urban men of Jakarta always gets on my nerve.
Men, listen. Needing you comes after some time. Beware the girls needing you so soon after you started going out. More likely they'd be the ones you'd wish you could divorce ten or fifteen years from now. I know this is harsh but you either learn it now or later.
With my ideal ex (sigh, pathetic, isn't it?), I wanted to be with him. When we couldn't, it's hell. It's the end of the world. Temporarily, at least, but we get over it. There'd be other weekends, there'd be other weekday-offs. I used to tease him about it, too.
Sure, he sulked when I suddenly became unavailable due to schoolwork or the job. But he sulked because he knew I liked it ^___^ and when he asked questions, it was because he simply wanted to know and later, would ask me to take care. No interrogation, no you're-my-property-and-I-must-know-everything tone.
Now, if only there's one other man just like this...
What's up with this species?
Some of them are OK, and if you're lucky you might even meet one that's amazing... sigh. But the rest of them... GOD.
I mean, GOD!
Irritatingly boastful, annoyingly patronizing and worst of all... utterly possessive. And none of them are even my boyfriend. Jeez.
Who in the hell are you to ask the when and where of my every move? And who gives you the f*cking right to sulk about the change in my schedule? I mean, Jesus Christ.
But of course, I play it cool, man. Wouldn't have given any upper hand. Shrugged and said, "It is as it is." I mean, what, I was supposed to change work schedule to satisfy someone I barely know? Come on.
Not to mention acting as if I needed him. Oh man, once a patronizing flag has been raised, you can wait until hell freezes over before I even think of asking you a favor.
If there's one thing that can cause spontaneous combustion to this very amiable girl (ha), it's people who assume too much, too soon. I mean, for Christ's sake, I've been vending for myself for a couple of years on my own - what difference does it make, getting to know you a couple of months ago?
Where, I beg to know, where does it make any sense, that after I met a guy I began to need that guy like all my life's depended on it?
I've got no intention to brag or anything but I've been doing just fine all this time. How, just how on Earth can a sane human being suddenly just assume that I desperately need help for stupid little things like going home?
I know am repeating myself here but this typicality of the supposedly urban men of Jakarta always gets on my nerve.
Men, listen. Needing you comes after some time. Beware the girls needing you so soon after you started going out. More likely they'd be the ones you'd wish you could divorce ten or fifteen years from now. I know this is harsh but you either learn it now or later.
With my ideal ex (sigh, pathetic, isn't it?), I wanted to be with him. When we couldn't, it's hell. It's the end of the world. Temporarily, at least, but we get over it. There'd be other weekends, there'd be other weekday-offs. I used to tease him about it, too.
Sure, he sulked when I suddenly became unavailable due to schoolwork or the job. But he sulked because he knew I liked it ^___^ and when he asked questions, it was because he simply wanted to know and later, would ask me to take care. No interrogation, no you're-my-property-and-I-must-know-everything tone.
Now, if only there's one other man just like this...