the cried last night

it was all too devastating to many people, him and also me. he cried last nite because all the devastating emotionally effect of the tsunami in aceh, we're not even there. we had our closest friends searching their family in aceh and also still coordinating here in the tend post for humanitarian aid. it was tremendously touches us. many still missing and unknown. the toll number of victim keep on rising, i'm trying to prepare myself when in aceh alone it can reach 50,000-80,000. the region i'm sure will hit more than 100,000.

it was the biggest disaster after the krakatou exploded in 1863 (?). it's not the biggest quake, but it's sure taking the biggest life of all people in this century and before.

everyone seem tired in the post for humanitarian aid to aceh. we need more volunteer, here in yogyakarta and mostly in aceh. we need the transportation system to be organized quickly either for aid, families or for the volunteers. one hercules flight is scheduled tomorrow for just the aid. bag bodies and especially medicine needed very urgently.

i hope after this people get their sense awaken for all above, we are in this all together.

i'm considering to leave to aceh when the chance come, probably in the next few months. now i'll do my best here as far as i can go.

get a sick day off!

i did not though, well, i'm worrying for some pile of work on my desk (literally i don't really have some desk). i'm a bit sick, got a dry cough which is killing me. very very tired these few days back. i took a high dose of cough syrup today which made me passed out in anton's place all day long. man, these stuff sure can kill you.

i had so much thing in my agenda until new year's eve. made some plan which i hope will be happening in new year's, at least getting drunk or something like that. and yeah, i just realized, i'm getting laid everyday and not with my boyfriend. but it's sweet and i felt pretty crazy, or yeah, i'm a freak.

someone is writing a novel, and it's good. it's like watching eka's writing process again, two-three years back. i'm thinking to start one. soon, very very soon, but yeah i have to compile my writings and gave it to puthut for editing. it's a suprise for the new year.

i think i'm going off, before i cannot open my eyes and bump something on the road. oh well...

jakarta, jakarta

it was not raining after all the day i went to jakarta. but the flight take off and landing was seem a bit depressing for everyone on board somehow, i guess it's because on the lion air accident last week. even my not religous friend went home with lion air from jakarta, tried an "uji nyali" and prayed. it was a big joke. and yeah i still not pray on things, i believe things just happen even when you die. so?

anyway arrive in jakarta perfectly well, no traffic at all, so i went straight to tim. met vero there and sms anton all the way. he was depressed 'coz pokidjan left him at the flat. i met vero at 8 pm, not really wanted to watch movie that much so we went to bakoelkoeffie near tim. it's a good vietnamese coffe noon and tuna cheese sandwich (very yummy!). wait for the others to come, well at 10 pm, stay there until 12 something, we're the last people there i guess. vero and i as usual had a our curhat session in any coffeshop we went, even in jakarta. hehehe.

we stayed in front of tim for a while, nearly went to menteng but it turn out that the street art festival was attacked by the pemda people and premans! FUCK! i hate it when they do that, i straightly phone idaman and the others to check that everything is allrite. it was an early shocking news in the damn morning at slipi.

the next morning we went to plaza senayan, had a lunch there and yeah went to QB, i crave for the books. eventhough i spend my salary on books in periplus at the yogyakarta airport, argh, damn. i hate it when i have cash in a bookstore, always vanish completely.

watch atheis at ikj that afternoon, then went to the canteen, meet all the yogyakarta kids at the back. they're for a while because of the street art. heard all the complete stories.

anton n gajul was kidnapped by erik that afternoon. vero went to the internet cafe and me kidnapped by randu for a while. having an absurd conversation somehow with some friends there too. i meet a lot of people in those three days, and it felt crazy. until now too.

meet cecil after that because i wanted to sleep over at her place. had a shower too there and it felt great. jakarta was hot as hell, it's not even raining. cecil was looking good that afternoon and yeah that night even i said she look like gong li. heuheuehuehe!

it was a hell reunion at jiffest and tim. i spend the next day at cecil's and a nice date in a hard monday in jakarta. even until i arrived in yogyakarta. things was sweet, i think i will keep the detail much much longer.

it's just i said stupid things and it's falling everywhere...

i'm helplessly tired now, just finish some unfinished work. tomorrow will be tough too. it's yogyakarta at nine minutes pass eleven, it's december, and it's a hell busy one month.

argh, i think i will worry much in the next few weeks!