what a way to end this short holiday

dramas happening around... i hate you you hate me... and the singing started again.
playing the blame games, and then starting to hate each other. thinking that it is cool to be able to blame others. i was once the blamer, but after a few episodes i have grown matured, and what is the fun of blaming? a better way is to solve or face the problems together with the team.
and then again, war between these 2 neighbours. and a really dumb stupid fucking ass who used laser during the match caused all the war to begin again. now i am hoping there is another evacuation again and i can be in malaysia during chinese new year.
why are there fools on this earth? because they are here to make people like me look clever.

忘了在什么时候的假期，在马来西亚家里看过《蜗居》。
我不知道要怎样形容这部戏。可以说，闷。但是，也蛮精彩的。
不管怎么样，《蜗居》是一部真的很好的戏。我不说好看，我只说好。因为可能对一些人来说它并不好看。
《蜗居》里没有大明星。可是它很写实。所以，很多评语都是说它的好。

为什么我突然提起《蜗居》，因为我也开始教华文了。虽然我没有收钱。
也许有一天，我会变成《蜗居》里的郭海萍也说不定。
其实教华文还真不错。尤其是不需要教得太深的那种。

有一集很好笑的。
什么时候用穿，什么时候用戴？
结果，答案是什么？
穿是必备的，要穿完所有该穿的，才可以出门。
戴不是必备的，没有戴也可以出门。
所以，我们要穿衣服，穿裤子，穿鞋子……却戴手表，戴帽子，戴眼镜……
我以前也没有想过，穿和戴竟然可以这样分……

I always have my own opinion about things, sometimes people cannot agree with them, and rarely people will find them stylo.

In my opinion, there are some OVERRATED and some UNDERRATED events in a year. For example, the coming Christmas is such an overrated day. It has almost become one of the must-have for teenagers, no matter who they are. The reason behind this may be the influence of Western movies, I don't know. People just cannot miss this day, cannot sit quietly at home, and (usually) must wear the Santa hat. And for some of the underrated days like parents' birthdays, people always forget them. Me as a non-Christian, have never celebrated Christmas. But there are people who will spend a lot for it. And totally forget or never really celebrate their parents' birthdays.

"Is there something bad between you and another person?" If someone asks me, the answer is yes. Who would be the person, quite a few. I may look like a carefree or not motivated or whatever you want to call me, but I do have principles. And if someone is against them, then that's it. Some of my principles are... don't cheat me, don't show off, and ... some people may find this hard to accept, but I hate nerds. Because nerds usually love to cheat people. But not all of them. So I am okay with those honest nerds. Some of my friends may know who I do not like at all. And people out there are free to hate me as well.

What do I want in my life? Actually I do not need to be damn rich, do not need to be a high-achiever, do not need to have the prettiest lady as girl friend. What I want is I want to do what I like to do, such as playing some games and writing novels. Writing novels is really fun, it is like telling your friends (or fans if I am a big novelist) stories, just like any crapping sessions you have with friends. And you definitely like to crap with friends. But writing novels are better, in a way that I control everything - the characters, the plot, the settings...

Why I am writing this post is because there are things that I want to share before the overrated day. And these are purely my opinions. I have my own principles, I want to do what I want to do, and I am lazy to compete with anyone.

as always, weekend is too short. although i always do nothing, still i feel that i have not enough time to really rest. haiz, fml.

its been really, really long since i need to use my brain, and start brainstorming for the fate of mine and four other people. until, few days back...
and until yesterday, i know, i can do it once again, just like how i did it back in 2008, where we surprised everyone including me myself.
it is 25% skill, 25% luck, 25% teamwork, and 25% confidence. i think all of them are important. and i realise, i have grown matured after so many years. previously i would screw my team when we had mistakes, and this will affect the 25% confidence. now, i would rather motivate them. the 25% teamwork is hard to achieve, due to lack of communication, but we will do well when we sit together and take as much as possible from that 25%. 25% luck, that is hard to predict how much you can get benefit from it. and skill...
i know, i still have the skill, to take my team to higher level of play. although team 08 has bad results recently, i do believe, we will be back as the team who beats everyone in tournament.
anyone of you can disagree with me, but i still feel like i am as good as i was during my prime time, maybe even better.

Ido's Album

也许你已经在面子书上看见过以上照片。
今天上课时知道我的这个朋友出了小专辑，就第一时间找他然后买了这张CD下来。里面有六首曲子。首先当然要先恭喜他，能够实现梦想。再来就……回家听喽。

什么时候才是我出书的时候？
这个问题……不容易回答。第一，我身在印尼，要出版华文字的书，我都不知道有没有可能。第二，就算我回到马来西亚，只想出版少少的二十本，我没有本钱。至少在印尼我还有储蓄，在马来西亚我根本就是完全靠父母的。可是我不想连累他们。第三，我不可能出版没有封面的书。封面由谁来设计？虽然我学过画画，可是……我怕画得不美。

有谁要订购这张CD吗？通过我订购还可以得到琴手的亲手签名哦！

《如果传》筹备得还不错，再计划两个星期（也就是写完《我的高中生活》的时间），就应该是完全计划好了。暂时呢我只能说，不要期望太多，因为我不是写爱情故事的专家。我只是随心所欲写作。现在的人真的以为爱情很重要，甚至可以为爱情去自杀而出名。连站在十字路口顾马路的警察都更有资格出名啦！所以，我说过《我的高中生活》不是爱情小说，所以结局是怎样的，你们不要期望太高……哈哈！

不知名的白花……

如果传

《我的高中生活》已近尾声，可是因为种种无奈，现在我才可以继续写作。

至于《如果传》，它是我第一部有计划的小说。现在已经开始计划的工作。

taken from 5th floor of lecture hall

its been fucking busy recently and if i were to do everything accordingly, actually i dont have time to even sleep. but as usual, i am too lazy to do things like others do, so i still have time to relax.
completing chest complaints within 3 weeks is like fucking retarded thing to do. and to prepare for its block exam in 4 days is much more fucking retarded. imagine about 40 lectures to be remembered in 4 days... with an average of 50 slides per lecture.
enough of these...

actually i always want to write this. big thanks for everyone who did their job for our evacuation. the embassy, the high education ministry, tudm, our university, seniors, juniors, ourselves, media, and most importantly my family who came all the way from sp to subang and then back to sp again.
during my stay in malaysia, i didnt hang out with any friends, because either they didnt know i was there, or i didnt know they were there. so most of the time spent was with family or in my room playing some games. some people asked me why i didnt complete my novel then? simply because it is hard to write novel at home. it is easier to write it in indonesia because i have nothing else to do.

nice sky at home...

beautiful flower at home...


cute little thing at home...

Full Episode of My Life with Merapi

Since I never keep a diary, I do not know exactly the date of what incident happen on which date. But what I'm going to write here is all my experience from the briefing about evacuation and safety precaution until yesterday.

Change of Status

Since Merapi changed status from siaga to awas, everyone was like "OMG we are going to die!!!" ... Ok, maybe not everyone, but among us there were people like this. Me? I witnessed the change of status to waspada since 1 or 2 months ago, so when we were told it was AWAS... Wow, Merapi made some progress. During the briefing at night on 5th floor of lecture hall, which was given by Dr Junaidi and Mr Ludinata, both from Malaysia Embassy in crisis or keamanan department I'm not sure, we were taught what to do IF this and that happened. And also we were told to prepare a bag, with passport, IC, money and all the important stuffs, and torch light, towel, food, water and so on.

And from that night onwards, I have decided to jaga malam. Yes, ME, not US. Why? Maybe I'm kiasi. But WHY I DO THIS DECISION ALONE is because there are not much people I can put my trust on them when it comes to jaga malam. So, almost everyday I jaga until 3am, then only I sleep. Where did I sleep? In my room. So in the end, I am not that kiasi also, I still slept in my room which is located damn far behind at the house.

DESTRUCTION

So, for us who stay 25km away from Merapi, what we could feel from the eruption was... basically nothing. Sometimes we could feel some minor earthquakes. We usually got all the worries from watching news, or listening to rumours. During the first few days, areas around the mountain slope has turned white, covered by ash. The death toll started from 7 or 8 people, including reporters. And then one Mbah Maridjan, which is like the guardian of Merapi, died. And since then only the local people felt the terror. Evacuation had begun but some of the villagers did not run away, because they worried about their farms and cows.

Number of casualty increased until around 30, and then Merapi had a short rest. Everything turned peaceful quite a bit, and I also started sleeping at 2am. But from the news from TV, we still could see evacuation work was going on.

The evacuation radius kept increaing, from around the slope, to 3km, to 5km, to 10km. Then...

The Sky Rained Ash

On Friday night 29 October, when everyone was enjoying Friday Night, some people started posting on Facebook "Jogja has snow" etc. And when I went out of my room, the surroundings were already covered by ash. This is the first time I wore mask, although we were told to do so earlier. Saturday, they were having a bazaar and we Malaysian had a booth too, selling some Malsysian food. I didn't go, so I didn't clean my bike. The next day, my bike's rear brake pedal and gear pedal already had rust. I never imagine this ash from volcano is so damn powerful. Imagine this thing drop on our skin. And THIS is what we, who stayed in Jogja, were going to experience until we were evacuated...

Since the first ash rain, Jogja was all grey. The tar roads were white, and as days passed, vehicles helped clearing the ash, so the tar road became damn funny, with some dividers in the middle (because no car walk there) and at the pulau jalan, there is pantai jalan also surrounding the pulau. When I rode motor, and any stupid car or motor pass by with quite some speed, the ash flew and entered my eyes. It was so damn shitty. And people there kept splashing water on the road, to prevent ash from flying everywhere. When it rained (when volcano erupts rain volume also increases, some geographical knowledge), everywhere became muddy, just like shit. And the smell of sulphur and don't know what chemicals, made it worse.

Calm Before The Storm

Although we had all the ash, but the days after that were quite peaceful (which I stated above, the peaceful days). We had normal activities on, just that we were wearing mask whenever we went out.

Some people even said the status changed back to Siaga already. But I know this was not the end yet. In 1930, the activity of Merapi lasted for more than 1 year. And now just a few days and they want to call it safe? Naive innocent fools. So I still jaga-jaga.

Beginning of The End

On midnight of 4 November, while I was playing game in my room, I heard something like thunder sound, and the sound of like heavy rain whacking the roof, the tapping sound was very loud. I didn't know it was RAINING SMALL STONES until Chew told me. And the thunder sound was actually the sound of eruption. And the frequent shaking of the ground is because of the big eruption.

I stayed until quite late that night, fearing worse would come, but still slept at around 3am. The next day I had class on 8am, so I woke up at 7am. Just when I close my alarm, I received a message. UGM cancelled all the classes today. I was damn happy because I didn't really ready for the class. Then we were told to gather at campus and we were going to evacuate to Solo, some 60km away from Jogja. After waiting and waiting, we went to Solo and reach there quite late. I began to ask my parents to get ready to book ticket to come back to Malaysia, but there were some documents we needed to do to come back, so everything was uncertain.

The only confirmed thing was, we were going to go to Solo, and became refugee. What came in my mind was, staying at some fucked up hall, sharing toilets, sleeping on the floor.... So I was praying real hardcorely hard to go back to Malaysia.

Fresh Air Once Again

As the bus went further away from Merapi, I could see the roads becoming blacker, the people not wearing mask, the cars were clean (in Jogja all vehicles were ASHy, because even if you wash everyday, when wind blew all the ash would drop from trees and all the efforts were shits). Although the journey was long (it took about 3 hours), and we were hungry, but we were going to stay at hotel! Okay, a lousy one. But still better than any fucking hall.

So we went to Solo Grand Mall and had dinner there. The first thing I thought about Solo is... WOW, it is like Cameron Highlands! Because it was green! But honestly, Solo is just a normal town. I felt that way because I had been seeing white trees and leaves for one week.

Then, we were told that we would be going back... on the next day's midnight 2am. Meaning we had tomorrow to spend, then the night don't need to sleep already and get ready to go back Malaysia. So it was a happy ending afterall...

Disappointment

We went to Solo Square, just to found out there was not much thing there. Then we went to a stupid warnet, and then went to Solo Grand Mall again. I had some damn nice dinner there. And went back quite early to get ready for departure. I was like... Goodbye Solo.

We had a briefing at 10pm about our departure. And it was a damned disastrous briefing. Due to some problems, the original plan which we were going back to Malaysia by MAS was spoiled. We would go back using TUDM aircraft and there would be 4 flights in total. The first 2 flight would be on the next day (Sunday). The other 2 on Monday. And the priotity would be given to Sabahan and Sarawakians, those who sick and juniors. I was like... SHIT! Can I get to the first day flight?

That was damn fucking stress session when they reading out names one by one. It was like when there is the end of the world and they are announcing names of those who get to board the airship to escape.

Luckily, I was in 2nd flight, which was still on Sunday. But it was 2pm man, still a long way to go...

Unusual Flight

We reached airport quite on time, but the procedures were too slow. And there was a change again, because Malaysia only got one day permit to land its army aircraft on Indonesia land. So from 4 flights it was cut down to 3 flights, and all on Sunday.

We finally got onto the aircraft at about 5pm, and the journey took 4 hours. Which means we would reach Malaysia at 10pm. The aircraft was the type used to carry army stuff, the entrance is at behind. there are 4 rows of seats without seat belt. We squeezed ourselves inside it, ass touching ass. And the toilet was epic, it was just surrounded by short wall and curtain.

Finally, I reached here at 10pm, then we had meeting with some people. And finally I reached home at 4am, with my whole family bringing me from Subang back to SP.