The Coffee Chronicles

Among many kind of drinks, I love coffee oh-so-much, so when I find these interesting pics, I want to post it here so you can also see.
Pity me, there's no such artistic coffeeshop that serve this kind of coffees here in Indo, huhu...

The curly half and half pattern...

The romantic choco de la heart...

The romantic milky sunset...

The fabulous hibiscus...
Yummyyyyy.....*drool*

NUS Presentation

I’m sorry for my sporadic presence in blog these days, there’s so much to do in my uni (assignments, exams, additional tasks, etc etc) but so little to tell (I’m sure you don’t want to hear my sighs about such a heavy workload I have, do you?). Today is not an exception, busy busy busy all day. Here I checklist my job for today:

ü Study for my exam tomorrow (Gosh, the book is so thick! It’s waiting to be touched. Moreover it’s the lecture that needs an extra effort for you to be understood because of its complexity. And the exam will cover HALF of the book. Ooooh shoot me *unconscious*).

ü Prepare the Computer Laboratory for my senior’s exam today.

ü Scan and send those passports (those are my lecturer’s passports) and his ID cards. Geez, he has 7 passports!! What did he use them all for??!!

ü There’s people from NUS (National University of Singapore) coming to give some seminar and I AM the one who was expected to documenting the seminar.

The last one, is one I wouldn’t mind to do. There are two people from NUS, Mr. Subudjang Kawi (whose the name I knew later on from that brochure), and Mr. Dunno-what-his-name-with-bald-head. They two are coming here, to Indonesia to offer scholarship programs for Post-Graduate students in my uni. Yah, as usual, as a documentation and liaison official, I took pics here and there.
Hey, I found dat Mr. Kawi is quite good-looking for a man of his age, hehehe, so I just being naughty and misused my official status a bit. I started to take quite many pics of him. Just for fun. And I think that Ed might like him though, since he kinda resembles a straight friend of mine who Ed used to like. Here I post few of them, so you could see.

He is about 35 y/o or above I guess, with white skin, slanting eyes, and not fat body type. I say, he’s a mature Singaporean typical, which you rarely never meet in Indonesia. So I think it wasn’t peculiar if I got quite excited.

About the seminar itself, I can say not much to tell. You must know what it was like la, so I wouldn’t write about it here. I didn’t have a chance to meet Ed and gossiping about this, so I hope I could meet him soon, hehehe.

Ah, now I just realized that I’m so tired. I’ll write more posts later then…*yawn*

P.S: Ed, are u interested? =p

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Once, Ed and I concluded that one characteristic of gay men is their fondness to the mirror. That every time a gay man meets a mirror, wherever it is, he will have an urge to see his reflection, at least once. The thing is no different with me, I like to see my reflections on a mirror (a big one especially, lol) and make sure that I don’t get mis-‘apparel’ or mis-‘hair’ that day. Yah, for me, mirror is one of the greatest inventions of the humankind, haha.

There’s this one hunk in my major building (we share our building with other major in our uni) who I like to see. He’s somehow stylish and dashing, have a proportional body and face, but unfortunately, with a well-tanned skin (which I don’t really like, hehe). Ya, for simplicity, in this post I will call him HUNKY. Every time HUNKY passes, I would like turn-my-head and take peeks on him surreptitiously. Part of it because I'm not really sure that he’s actually gay (I just suspected him). And part of it of course, because I don’t want to attract the attention from others when I see him through.

Long story short, few days ago in the morning, when I stood on the hallway (where he usually passes) wanna get to the bath room. Someone suddenly talk loudly,

“Woi, see your reflection on that mirror AGAIN?? Gosh, you always do that.”

And you might guessed who I saw stood-in-front-of-the-mirror-on-the-other-side-of-the-hallway-with-that-cute-shy-smile, well of course, it was HUNKY. Busted! I was like laughing out loudly to myself that time. Well, one more evidence found.*grin*

And this is happened just yesterday…

As usual, I passed on a mirror at the hallway near the bathroom, and being coquettish, I stand in front of that mirror and started to admire my self reflection, hehehe. And of course, being too full of myself till I didn’t see anything around me, I didn’t see there’s someone, bent near the bathroom’s door, tied his shoe. While I was still admiring my-own-narcisstic-self, that guy leaned and then stood up, of course, he saw me. And guess what?! That guy was HUNKY. OMG.

There we were, standing there awkwardly, he saw me (he kinda surprised) and I saw him (I really surprised!). Well well well, one good chance to ruin my cool image, and it happened in front of HIM. Awwwhhh. And then I, felt too ashamed, walked away without saying anything.

When I told Ed about this in the afternoon, he said,

“Yahh, why didn’t you smile and then introduce yourself to him?? It was a really good chance!”

Yah, after I think about it, I must admit ED’S RIGHT! Awhh, why didn’t I ask him who his name is? Silly me.

Blog Face Changing (Again...)

If you notice, there’s a change in my blog’s face from today on. Yea, finally I reckoned that my blog’s face is too gloomy and somehow give you dark ambience. Nah, I’ve replaced that gloomy background with this picture which is radiating more ‘spring’ ambience, hehehe. Through so long research and browsing through Google, I finally made up my mind and chose this one.

Do you like it guyz??

Please leave a comment or two… I’d appreciate your opinion =)

F*****G ‘GILA’ B.I.T.C.H!!

This morning I started my day with a big smile. You know, being optimize is a key to be happy and success man, I try to applying that optimism in my everyday life. After I took a bath before my lecture, my Cross necklace was broken. I reckoned that something bad awaits today.

Minute after minute, hour after hour, there was nothing too bad happened. Yah, maybe some little bad things happened (I accidentally spilled my lunch onto my pants, I was late for my first lecture, etc etc) but not one of them can be considered a bad luck. Then I started to be nonchalant.

Then in the early evening, when I walked down the stairs at my uni, wanted to go have a dinner with Ty, suddenly this woman appeared. She was just about 30 y/o, with ‘batik’ blouse and a dark brown skirt. His hair was cut resemble men’s cut, and she held a handbag. There was nothing strange with her appearance though. Then she asked me,

Bitch: “Hey, did you just see a guy with a white shirt on running upstairs?”

Innocent Me: “No, I didn’t see anyone with a white shirt on.” Well yes, I didn’t see anyone matching those criteria. In fact, I didn’t even reckon anyone running upstairs at all.

Bitch: “Are you sure? You don’t cheat me?” Heee? What’s this????

Inocent Me: “Yes, of course.”

Bitch: “Really? Can you swear on God? You don’t tell me the truth, do you?? SWEAR ON GOD!”

Innocent Me: *felt a bit strange* “Sure lah, I didn’t see anyone running upstairs at all.”

Bitch: *walked up the stairs* “Maybe you’re blind, or your glasses’ thickness needed to be increased. Or you DIDN’T tell me the truth.” WHATTTTTTT??????

*continued mumbling and abusing me verbally while looking at me and walking up the stairs*

Innocent Me: *being furious, yelled at her* “YOU INSANE BITCH!!!!” BASTARD!! I want to punch you right on your f*****g face!!!!

Bitch: “WHAT?! You called me insane?! How dare you! You’re insane yourself!!.......blablablablablablablablablabla”

I didn’t hear last sentences she vomited after, being too furious. I walked down and told about that insane bitch to my friend furiously. I poured my anger out to everyone who wanted to listen. Then my friend Jan suggested that we looked for that bitch because he wanted to see how she looks like and all. But when we looked her upstairs, she wasn’t there. I asked everyone in that place whether they saw that bitch or not and few of them said that that bitch was looking for something, walked around the 3^rd floor in circle as if she has been missing something important and saying something like “Where’s that thing ya? Where??”

After walking around few times, she then walked down the stairs again and no one could say where exactly she was then.

Then I started to realize, that bitch really is ‘gila’, maybe has a serious mental disorder. But from the way she looks or the way she talks, she wasn’t abnormal at all! SHIT!! Why did I meet that crazy lady? She really ruined my whole mood after that. That was what my augury wanted to tell this morning. Why should I 'ketemu orang gila'???