#382 The Obligatory Valentine Post

I think I never missed a single Valentine's Day related post in this blog. I could be wrong, but I couldn't bother to check. Too lazy.

Anywaaaay.

A guy once told me: "The hardest thing about Valentine's Day is trying to completely ignore it."

I agree with him, to an extent. Whoever he is. I forgot who, sorry. <_<

The thing about Valentine is, it's really hard to avoid it altogether. Most people are hyped about it, the media are making a big deal out of it, and some industries even revolve their marketing around it.

I'm fine with them. At least, I can at least distance myself from them. They don't really bother me.

What bothers me isn't the people who cherish Valentine. It's the people against it. They are the ones that annoy me the most.

You see, people who don't think Valentine is a big deal, tend to MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT.

If you really don't care about Valentine's Day, please stop telling the world about it. Stop making snarky comments about it. Quit convincing everyone how today is just another day since you are such a goddamn great lover (as you claim). Enough with the rant about how the day is just a marketing ploy or invention by capitalist industries. Just. Stop. It.

Here I am trying to retreat from the romance craze, only to get stuck with a bunch of cool people trying to show the world how they don't care about Valentine.

Dammit.

I'm going back to my room now, waiting for a chocolate that will never come.

#381 The Green Point

James Joyce once remarked how the experience of writing is like climbing a mountain.

When you're in the middle of your climb, you can only see what's directly in front of you and what's directly above you. You can plan only one move at a time. You can't see two or three moves above you or how you're going to get there. Only when you reach the top of the mountain can you look down and gain some kind of an overview of the landscape you've negotiated.

Great analogy. I don't even know if James Joyce really said that, but even if he didn't, I'm sure someone else did.

You do know who James Joyce is, right?

#380 Another

There was once a student who excelled in both sports and studies. She was kind to everyone. The teachers and students adored her. She's the sweetheart of the class.

But shortly after starting the ninth grade, she died. Some say she was murdered, some say it was a car accident. No one really knew.

At any rate, everyone in the class was completely shocked. Everyone was overcome with grief. Her sudden loss hit everyone really hard.

Suddenly, a student said, "She isn't dead."

And the student pointed to her desk and said, "Look, she's right there, she's alive and well."

Right after, the other students started to say the same.

"He's right!"

"She's not dead!"

That behavior spread through the rest of the class like a chain reaction. Nobody wanted to accept the truth. Everyone in the class continued to act as if their beloved friend is still alive, insisting the cruel fact to everyone on the school. Even the homeroom teached sided with them.

"It's true. She's alive. So you should all continue to work as a team until the day you all graduate together."

Thus, for the rest of the school year, the act continues. The principal even arranged to have her seat included in the graduation ceremony.

After graduation, everyone gathered in the classroom for the class photo. The whole class, including the teacher, were there.

But when they looked at the photo, they noticed something unusual. In the photo, they could see someone who's not supposed to be there.

Her face was deathly pale, but she smiled like everyone else.

It's the dead girl.

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This is borderline creepypasta imo. It's from Another. A pretty fun series with plenty of random creepy doll shots.

#379 In My Long Forgotten Cloistered Life

Notice how in the beginning of my last post I wrote something about making a post of my experience as a waiter, but then end up writing none of them in the actual post itself?

Yeaaah.

Whatever. Here's the continuation of the last post.



Like every good kid, the very first thing I did after I got my job is to inform my parents. So I did. Indirectly. Through Twitter. I am such a lovely kid.

And like every good parents, their very first reaction was "How much did you make?". Like I said, lovely.

I honestly thought about sending them a message, you know, something along the lines of "Hey Mom, Dad, looks like all the money you blew on my bachelor degree paid off! I'm a WAITER now! You should be proud of me!", but I'm quite positive they wouldn't take it pleasantly.

(I shall force them to wear this)

Anyway, I told them how much I make. They were... satisfied, to say the least. It's just a part-time job for crying out loud.

Look, I don't earn much working as a waiter, okay? I won't tell you how many dollars I got per hour (company ethicz), but it's adequate for a student.

Let me put it this way. If I got at least 4 shifts of work each week, and proceed to convert all my wages into Rupiah, then in just 80 working hours per month I will earn more money than a fresh graduate working on a bank in Jakarta earn each month.

Yes.

I'm not making that up.

#378 In My Long Forgotten Cloistered Sleep

I just realized something.

I have yet to make a single post about my experience working as a waiter.

Alright, here goes.


Before I even stepped foot on Sydney, I already made up my mind. I have to find a part-time job to spend my free time and earn extra money. I don't think I need to say this, but a student finding a part-time job here is extremely common, unlike in our beloved homeland. Shops here mostly employ part-time students. Businesses stay alive from part-time students. No joke.

In my first week of college, I ditched a class and went straight to the city to find a job (I sure hope my parents don't read this -__-). Let me tell you, ditching class on your first week of college is BAD! Don't do it kids. I swear, first day of classes are fucking vital, as I later learned.

I took my resume to two places. The first one is KFC, a fried chicken shop no one have ever heard. Really. The second one is an Indonesian restaurant called "Delima". I knew this place from a friend. His friend used to work there, and it's full of Indonesians. Go figure. Both of us dropped our resume there.

Hours after we've left the place, I got a call. Apparently Delima found our resume too awesome to resist (hah! those days as a member of Satoe Indonesia paid off!), they're itching to interview us for a position. Tomorrow.

My friend and I were filled with joy. Barely hours after dropping our resume, we got an interview confirmed. That's way faster than we both imagined! I knew ditching the class was a good idea! (hint: it really wasn't, fuck off)

The day of the interview went... really smooth. After all, they are in need of... waiters.

Naaaah, it doesn't come as a surprise for me, but try to imagine an interview for a waiter position yourself, kay? Here's a hint: Not a single fuck was given for my organizational experiences. When you're applying for a waiter, THEY DO NOT MATTER. Harsh, I know.

Anyway, we nailed it. I sent my resume on Thursday, went for an interview on Friday, underwent a trial on Saturday, and promptly get hired. I thought it was pretty awesome.

All of this happened in the first week of August, which is also the first week of my classes. It's November now. If you're still wondering what happened to the resume I sent to KFC... well, they still haven't call me. Screw them.

#377 In My Long Forgotten Cloistered Dream

This is what I envision my future girlfriend would be:







Yep, they're all playing World of Warcraft.

bliss

Now this one is peculiar. I mean, blue hair? Really? What kind of---HOLY FUCK IS THAT A LELOUCH POSTER?!

#376 The Date

It's late, I know, but... yesterday was 2 November 2011.

02-11-2011

or if you put in American style (months come first), it's:

11-02-2011

Which is awesome.

Because it's a palindrome.

11022011

get it?

I fucking love palindromes.

what a day