well guys, regarding to how quiet the friendster blog community is, i have to reconsider for blogging here. i do have another blog where i usually put my thought there, it’s located at adrianliem.multiply.com, and i’ve put more than 200 posts there, since last 2004. i consider it has a better community for the blog stuffs. shall you have a time, please, drop me a line there.
many thx,
I am very exhausted. Working with multiple task, with more than 6-7 tasks, and more than 3 tasks in a day, in these 2 — or maybe 3 now — weeks. With 4-6 hours of sleep daily. Neverending activities. Need a little space to breath. Everything is coming together, hammering me. Trying to enjoying every minutes of it, and I’m still enjoying life to the max.
YEAH!
BRING IT ON BABY!
^__^
My internet connection is back! yeap I’m so happy. Though I still have a lot of stuffs to do, but overall it’s really relieving. The bad thing is that, I thing the connection is little slower than the previous time. Yeah, sloooow…. I guess maybe my IP address was grouped with the other ppl which use the cablenet for ragnarok bot — which would eat a way lot of bandwidth. Haiz…
I’ve connected my computer with my sis’, so I hope that I could transfer data to the other hardisk — before I buy the new 200 GB one — which would made quite a lot of problem solving.
Doesn’t have anything in mind yet about the connection. I’ll write more, later.
To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
Recently, about these one-two months, I dreamt a lot. I mean, the real sleep-dream, not the synonym of hope one. And I found that my dreams were strange — really, strange.
Like today, I dreamt I was being a Robocop (yet I never got interest in superhero, evenmore Robocop?? come on!), which got chased by a little 5-years old girl who love Robocop (no, not that kind of love, it’s the want-to-hug-that-cute-teddy-bear-love), and we end in a party which I’m not invited in (so we became the uninvited guests), and I ate a lot of desserts from their 3 different tables (still look nice to me, yumm…) There, i met a younger collegues. After several minutes, he protested about his computer laboratory assistant, named Andi Hardjo (a person that I know but not very well). I listen to him carefully, then I asked the guy beside me about Andi Hardjo, what’s his suggestion to my collegues. Time passed, and I suddenly realized that the guy whom I asked before is Andi Hardjo. Alamak! what a strange, strange dream…
For another day of the week, I dreamt on, uhm *gulp*, kissing one of my friend (yeah of course, a female one) yay… o_O
Last week, I dreamt I was on my prayer, and the prayer is so long, it feels like hours and hours. and another previous week, when I was about to wake up, I dreamt I sing a christian song, titled "Mengalirlah Roh Kudus"
I dreamt a lot, but I can’t remember most of them (which most people will be just the same). Usually when I dreamt and then I wake up, I still remember about my dream, unless I remember a hint or keyword of the dream, the dream will be unrememberable on the afternoon. I read a book once, when I was a little, about dream. It says that if we want to train our mind, we should try to remember our dream, by write them down after we woke up, then after we get use to it, we should try to remember it by only our memory. there’s something said about the Alpha and the Beta wave (I think it’s the time range when we are unconcious or so). Anyway, it’s always fun and interesting to remember your dream.
The other time, when I was just about to wake up, a name popped into my mind, very, very clearly: "Natalie Gebova". I was so curious about this name. I try to search this name on Google.com, but I just found one page, and Natalie and Gebova is seperated. It gets me even curious, but I can’t find a thing about the name. Several days passed, and when I read the newspaper about the Miss Universe (or Canada?), her name is Natalie Glebova. Dang! That’s so, what’s the right word for it, uhm, unordinary? strange? awkward? yeah like that lah! I mean, I never have the intention to remember the name purposedly, nor that I like Natalie Glebova (I mean, she’s not bad, but hey!). Same thing happen to the Andi Hardjo, and the other things. I only read the name Andi hardjo from my friends’ yahoo messenger (that was yesterday) for not over than 1 second and he already appear in my dream? Haiyaaa…
Dreams are doubtlessly strange. A lot of our memory clusters which we do not used frequently can be suddenly appear there. The unconcious mind. I wonder, does dream equal to our unspoken passion/need/want? Do I really want to kiss her? *think for a sec* Naah….
So, got any experience with dream? 
They are the music-instruments player in my church. There’s still one drummer, but I got no idea of his name. Lerry and Yulius are the (electric) guitar players, and Lidya is the keyboard (piano/organ) player. They have dedicated their life to God since they were young, and they got my deep, no, deepest, respect. There are still several ppl from my church who got my respect, and these 3 are some of them.
And boy, I wish I could have a girlfriend who can play piano as fluently as Lidya, I just like the sound of piano a lot
A simple name, yet so meaningful. Aria is the name of one of my bestestfriend. I’ve known him since like, 15+ years. Yes indeed that’s quite a long time. We went to the same elementary school, same junior hi, different senior hi, and, different uni. I went to Informatics of STTS and he went to Accounting of Widya Mandala.
I know him quite well when we were on the 2nd grade of junior hi, because of computer games. The old games, like, Prince of Persia, Sierra’s 5ΒΌ" floppy disc adventures game, and many others, were bound us together.
We didn’t contact a lot when we were on the early years of senior hi, but then again our game circle-of-friends bring us back together. Again, we share the same interest: music. His (and his sister’s) cassete and CD collection are exchanged with my mp3, and so on. He’s the major influence of my music style. Alternative, new age, underground, brit-pop, then of course: jazz, and yes, many others. Other than music, we used to play playstation together, especially the game Tekken 3, and sometime the other games, like DDR, or GranTurismo.
Sometime I give him things when my dad has got back from abroad, and sometime he give me gifts too. It is funny that we don’t talk a lot about our romance (no don’t get me wrong we are not homo! not me and him! it’s about me and my girl and he with his *wink*), other than that, i guess we can talk about everything.
On our study in uni, we share the same mandarin private course teacher. I used to accompany him to learn car driving on our semester holiday, when the Peugeot 206 still considerable rare in Surabaya and we got the "wow" of it. Sometimes because of each other business in the uni we didn’t contact much, maybe for even one semester, but when we met again, I can feel that, "yeap, he’s tha’ my old buddy…"
We used to talk, I got jealous of his down-to-earth and easy-friend-making ability, and he got jealous of my computer skill (yet I guess he’s not bad at all in computer), we got jealous of each other’s ability. He know some of my close friends, and I know some of his close friends — because we were in different uni and we have different friends. Some friends of mine, whom I know from IRC, become a friend of ours, after I introduced them to him.
What I like from him, he’s friendly (none of my friend didn’t like him, and somehow he always managed to get pretty girlfriends, haha), he always think simple (while i tend to make things complicated), he’s quite caring (the opposite of meh), he already satisfied with what he got and could enjoy the life fully no matter what (while i’m on the ambitious side), he has a gentle and pure heart (while mine is a black, black heart), and when he laugh, it feels so problemless, so rejoiceful. Of course that’s not it. There are a lot more, but at least these are the one on my mind now.
He was the one who taught me how to cook a fried noodle (and now i’ve ate way too much fried noodle T__T), and for me, he always know about *almost* everything. Isolated between the nerds of STTS has made me don’t really know much about the world, while he with his ganks of the economics faculty are the so easy going ppl. So mostly when I got question about things, he’s always the one on the first place to be asked. And I do care about his advice much, eventough usualy we’re not on the same side.
He’s a faithful Christian fellow. He know about my dark side very clearly. And he’s one true friend, he stabbed in front. He know about my preference in food, and I know nothing much about him. Sometimes he can guess what’s on my mind. And I can’t do the same. As far as I can remember, he has never fail me for even once, and I have disappointed him several times. I can’t remember about his preferences, I guess I’m just too ignorant, not such a good friend. Still, should he got a life problem, I’ll be gladly to be on the first place.
Lately, since January 2005, he have to move on, continue his life. He has to move to Jakarta, along with his sister and family, for a better living, and I think it’s for quite a loong time. The last thing I heard about him is that he’s quite stressful there. I guess Jakarta has changed everything. I’ve tried to text-message (SMS) him twice, but none got replied yet. I guess I won’t see him in the mean time *sigh*, but I hope that I still be able to meet him.
Oh there are so, so many things to talk about him. Maybe this story is just a little piece of us. I wish, in our late age, we still can sit on the veranda, accompanied by two bottles of wine, hee-hee..
Friendship is not a big thing. It is a million little things …
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future.
Choose life…
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting, 1996
most of ppl (yeah read it: most), before their golden age (around 25 yo.) will care most about love.
After they become grown-ups (25-50, around) the man will care most about money, while the woman will care most about family.
After they become elders (should be around 50+), they will care most about their health.
Related to this, the two human’s most precious things in the world, aside from God, in my opinion, are, health, and time.
What do you think?
are so hard to be just a bestfriend?
