This week on the Drunkcast join ED (the day before his birthday~!)and Cutrer and Craig as the break down this years WRESTLING OBSERVER AWARDS~! Who do we think is the best wrestler in the world. Our picks for tag team of the year. What was the most disgusting thing in wrestling and what promotion stands out as the top one. Other categorys we ill be talking about include biggest box office draw,fued of the year, most improved, best high flyier and so forth.We will all so break down the category B awards too~! We will then preview the UFC’s UFF with KIMBO~!~!~! Ed will also talk about his plans for his birthday~!

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Call in number is (347)633-9165

If you miss the live edition the replay will be available at AngryMarks.com and on iTunes (keyword: angrymarks). Thanks for checking out The DRUNKCAST.

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In a café
secluded and warm
time curls slowly
like smoke circles
and dances in the amber rays
of Tiffany lamps
lit mystically low
while sounds dim to a murmur
inviting faces at the window.

Outside beneath the frosted streetlamps
snowflakes hang in lonely sheets
and scurry from the fierce white light
while traffic roars and people rush
to get to where ever
they don’t want to go.

In a café
in the space before a painting
muffled voices chattering dishes
conversations I half hear
but the aromatics of this place:
coffee beans freshly ground
newsprint danishes perfume
and the after sense of you—
these stay with me.

Java Romance by Heather Grace Stewart

A few weeks ago, I did a short article on an upcoming SAL organised by Anita on her blog STITCH CREATIONS here http://stitch-creations.blogspot.com/ 

Anita is publishing the chart (her own design) in 6 installments, with one every fortnight and the first two parts are already available.  This is definitely a project I’m going to do, however, I have decided to be reasonable with what is left of 2009 and concentrate purely on finishing my Isabelle Vautier Grand Marquoir . . . but will be saving the parts of this design as they are published and will make it a project for 2010.  Many stitchers have already begun though, with some stunning results – it lovely to see how the same monochrome design can look so different depending on the choice of fabric or threads ^^

Well hi there! I’m so glad you managed to find my new blog. You may be asking yourself WHY would I get a new blog, and I’ll tell you. Basically for the last 13+ months I was paying for my blog to be hosted at typepad. I added it up and I had spent well over $100 for my family blog in just one year! Crazy considering that I forgot quite often to even update it… soooo I have recently revamped my photography website, http://freezingtimephotography.com and in doing so I decided that I wanted to host with wordpress because of their simplicity and their AWSEOME theme options! The one I’m using over there in particular is by tofurious over at www.tofurious.com . SO, anyhow, when I moved my hosting for my website I figured I might as well move my blog too and save myself some $$$. The nice thing about a wordpress blog is that it’s FREE!! and totally awesome and easy to work with.

SO, welcome, to my new FREE home on the web. The next thing I have to do is remember to update it lol!

Onto regular stuff…. Incase you’re wondering….

Madison and Phoebe are doing awesome in school here! They both got straight A’s on their report cards, and have made a ton of friends! They’ll be performing in their Christmas concerts on the 15th, I’m totally looking forward to that and plan on video taping it so perhaps I’ll be able to share that on here.

Darren’s adjusting well to his new job. It’s a big change and a HUGE shop so it’s taking some getting used to but so far so good for the most part. He’s finding things to do finally too. Actually as I type this he is out at a bluegrass jam. I’m so happy for him that there is something here for him that he enjoys and that he can meet other people with the same interests.

I’m LOVING it here! My photography business has picked up and is going well. I’ve averaged 1 shoot a week, which is great for now. I’ve made some friends, joined Spa Lady, found a quilting store here that has classes I intend on joining and much more. It’s been a big adjustment for all of us moving from a small town of 6000 people to a city of more than 1,000,000 people but I think that it’s a good adjustment.

I took Madison and Phoebe to the Santa Clause parade in Fort Saskatchewan on Saturday with some friends. It was short and sweet but nice too. They got some candy, met a new friend and had a great time. I did have a bunch of pictures of it, but some photographer I am, I accidently erased my memory card before I uploaded the photos on my computer!! UGH! Well at least we’ve got the memories.

I’ve got the house all decorated for Christmas. For the first time ever I let the girls decorate the tree all on their own (other than the lights and garland). I think they did an awesome job of it, and I plan on taking photos of the decorations and the tree in the next couple days so check back and I’ll share them on here soon. I’m very excited that this year my mother and father in law and Darren’s brother Kevin will be coming here to spend Christmas with us. I absolutely love having lots of family around during the holidays.

Well, I think that’s about it for today. If you actually made it to the end of this post then thanks for reading my blabber. Chow for now!

It is possible, nay, probable that I am the last coffee blog in the free world to talk about St. Ali in South Melbourne. Possibly because last time I was there was before this blog started up and I am lazy.

St. Ali personifies (probably started as well) the ‘third wave’ of coffee in Melbourne, and to some extent, Australia. Owner Salvatore Malatesta has taken St Ali the brand through the roof. This year they have added Outpost in South Yarra and soon his uber-coffee experience ‘restaurant’ known as The Plantation will come to fruition and will according to The Age will be in Myer in the CBD. Moreover, hundreds of self-respecting cafes use beans sourced and roasted by St Ali but there is nothing like being at ground zero (see what I did there?).

The fit out has set the standard for the warehouse coffee ‘derelicte’ chic. Random spots to sit, big banquette, little balcony, stumps out the front with wood, brick and bare metal as far as the eye can see! Oh an being in a laneway gives it Melbourne street cred. Sitting in there you can see the crew going about their biz mixing up the blends in giant coffee silo’s and poking in and around the roasters. Today they were just working on the shiny Synesso that everyone else seems to be working on these days but they have another machine which I assume is booted up at busier times.

I was tempted to get after the Syphon today but pressed for time just went for the trusty long mach and I was rewarded with bone fide , electrified liquid gold – it was absolutely perfect. The bean was just their house Espresso but it was just a party in my mouth. No sugar required, no sir. If I had time and the intestinal fortitude I would have had two or three (yes, really).

I’ll be back very soon. Very soon indeed.

The one conversation that never fails to make my heart melt and a smile spring to my face…

Mommy: Love you, Jayvon

Jayvon: Love you, Mommy

But other than such heartwarming conversations, there are a number of pretty amusing things when it comes to my cheeky 22 month old!

If you follow my tweets, you’d know that I was commenting that Jay’s fave phrase nowadays is the word “Hippo Bus”.

Yes, the topless sightseeing bus that tours the city!

A few nights ago, I was telling Jay just before bedtime that we’ll be going on the Hippo Bus this weekend and he was understandably excited.

Then he paused for a few seconds, turned to Daddy and solemnly said…

“Daddy pay money sit hippo bus.”

Not me, I tell you! I totally didn’t teach him such a thing (though it can be such a useful thing… haha!)

Unfortunately, he was playing the fool this afternoon, and only settled for his afternoon nap at 3 p.m… and woke only at 6.15 p.m.! The last Hippo Bus was at 6.30, so we decided to bring him to his perennial favourite place… Marina Barrage! Or, in his own words…

“Baba Ba-rahj!”

The 1st time we went there at evening, and the scenery was gorgeous! We settled for steamboat dinner at the 7th Storey Restaurant at the Barrage, and it was such a fun-filled day!

Mulle hakkab vaikselt tunduma, et Maarja peab imelik olema, sest sõbrad on tal küll imelikud. Näiteks Rents läks täna talle külla ja väsis trepist üles ronimisega nii ära, et jäi peaaegu kohe magama, magas poole üheksani ja siis läks koju ära. Pole ju minu süü, et see treppidest käimine nii väsitav on. Süüa ei taha, palavik oli 38,4 ja köha hoian jõuga tagasi, sest köhides hakkab kopsus liiga valus. Ai. Pean vist ikka juuksed ära ajama, kui elada ei lasta selle soenguga, mis endale meeldib, siis saab sellega vähemalt kõrvad pea alla panna.

P.S. Kas teil on ehk probleeme lärmakate naabritega? Avastasin sellise asja (allalaadimiseks on vaja vajutada ‘besplatno’) – seal on igasugu helisid, nagu näiteks röökimine, tolmuimeja, viiulimängu harjutamine jne, mida valjusti mängima panna, kui naabrid liiga lärmakaks muutuvad.

P.P.S. Mõni mees on ikka imelik – üks sõber, kes on pikka aega kurtnud, et tüdrukud ei taha teda, tutvus väga toreda ja sõbraliku tüdrukuga. Tüdruk tundub ka temast huvitatud olevat. AGA – poiss ei ole kindel, kas ikka helistab talle, sest tüdrukul ei olevat seksikas nimi…

When I decided to head to Texas for school I had to weigh the pros and cons. one of the cons was that I wouldn’t be able to go back to my hometown of Toledo, Ohio as much as I would want. 1500 miles isn’t the easiest drive or cheapest flight.

Since I wasn’t going home for Thanksgiving (first time ever), I had to figure out what to do.

The only thing to do was to gather up all the other orphans which turned out to be my buddy A.J., make some food, drink some beer and watch the Longhorns beat the Aggies.

So while you ate turkey dinner and had awkward conversations with your weird uncle Carl, I got to eat some gourmet cuisine….

Arvasin, et ma olen ainus siin majas, kes arvab, et ka tudengid võiksid hommikul kell veerand kuus magada, aga selgus, et ma eksisin – kella viiest ringkäiku tehes avastasin, et üks noormees oli end rohkem kui magusasti kerra tõmmanud. See pole muidugi eriline, aga enamasti on kombeks seda teha oma isiklikus voodis, emme ostetud mõnusate linade vahel, mitte suitsuruumi kõval külmal pingil. Külm tal ilmselt siiski ei olnud, sest soe müts oli korralikult peas ja isegi kinnud olid kenasti kätude otsas, aga selline asi ei sobi ometigi kuskile, sest kuue paiku tulevad tööle koristajad, kellel on ainult kaks lemmiklauset:”Kõik tudengid on räpased joodikud!” ja “Kõik naissoost tudengid on litsid!” (okei, valetan, vahepeal ütlevad nad ka, et “Kõik välismaalased on joodikutest metslased”) ning kes kindlasti ei hakkaks teda hellitama, vaid kas äigaksid talle lapiga või kutsuksid kohe turvafirma välja. 

Nii et üritasin teda üles ajada – raputasin õlast ja käest, poiss ainult rehmas. Teda sõbralikult lüüa ma ei julgenud, sest mäletan liigagi hästi, kuidas üritasin sel viisil ükskord MNC-d äratada ja ta seepeale ehtpätiliku reaktsiooniga silmi avamata rusika mu näo suunas läkitas (ja olgu öeldud, et tookord päästis mind ainult minu suurepärane mittepätilik reageerimisoskus), nii et läksin ja sikutasin teda varbast. Tulemus? Poiss lükkas jalgadega endal botased jalast ja keeras mõnusasti külge. Nii et girlfriend on tal järelikult olemas*. Jäin päris nõutuks, sest taskute kallale ei tahtnud ma minna – kui ta oleks sel hetkel suvatsenud silmad lahti teha, oleks olnud üsna raske talle seletada, et TEGELIKULT otsin ma vihjeid selle kohta, kus toas ta elab. Õnneks selgus aga, et ta oli oma uksekaardi enne uinumist põrandale õllepudeli alla toetanud – kaart on teatavasti elektrooniline, nii et kimasin sellega alumisele korrusele, uurisin arvutist toanumbri välja ja jooksin üles tagasi, mõeldes, et võin ju vajadusel oma laia õla alla panna, küll ta siis liigub.

Õnneks läksin enne ”rada ettevalmistama” ja avastasin, et tal on toakaaslane, kes minu saabumiseni õiglase und oli nautinud, vähemalt sel määral, mil täielik õiglus ühe tudengi puhul üldse võimalik on. Ta ei saanud küll alguses sugugi aru, miks üks piff kell veerand kuus tema toas on ja mida ta üldse tahab, kuid oli väikse veenmise peale siiski nõus oma alasti keha kinni katma ja oma sõbrale appi tulema. Minust jäi ta Marekit jõuliselt raputama, heitmata mulle ühtki pilku, kui ma kaubikuga minema sõitsin. “I love it, when a plan comes together!” ütlesin ma rõõmsalt. BA ei öelnud midagi, isegi väljamõeldud sõbrana on ta karmivõitu.

P.S. Mõni on siin kaine peaga ka naljatilk – üks poiss astus eile leti juurde ja küsis, kas ma saaksin talle homseks takso kutsuda (välismaalasena ei oska ta ise eesti keelt). Ma ütlesin, et muidugi saaks, milles props – ja poiss jäi seisma ja ootama, et ma siis kohe helistaksin. Aga iseenesest on ta selline hästi armas nohik, no umbes nagu minu meessoost vaste, tellib iga nädal raamatuid jne. Ainus erinevus on see, et tema on lühikest kasvu**.

P.P.S. Avastasin, et meie ühikas elab ka üks staarblogija, tuntud kui Kole-Jaanus. Maailm on ikka väike.

* See on ju elementaarne, Watson või whoever, selline reaktsioon näitab, et ta on harjunud kellegi käskudele ka läbi une koheselt alluma.

** Oskus enese üle naerda on ju ka midagi väärt.

Tean küll, et nüüd saan terve hulga sõimavaid kommentaare, sest tõsi ta on, et ma töötan siiski koos 500 inimesega ja tõsi on ka see, et mõne inimese meelest viitavad kõik haigusnähud hetkel ilmeksimatult seagripile. Tulgu kasvõi ninast verd, see on kindlasti seagripi sümptom, mitte pole tingitud sõbra raskest rusikast.

Aga tegelikult oli lugu lihtsalt selline, et ma tundsin end päev otsa täiesti normaalselt, kuni kell seitse järsku külmavärinad algasid. Töö-öö hakkab aga kell 9, nii et ilmselgelt ei ole lihtsalt võimalik kahe tunniga asendajat leida – tüdruk, kes enne mind tööl oli ei saa ju 24 tunnist vahetust teha. Lisaks on üsna tõenäoline, et siit ma selle haiguse saingi, sest terve neljas korrus oli alles mõned päevad tagasi pikali maas – ja tavaliselt istun ma öösiti ainult arvuti taga, sest öösiti inimesed magavad.

Nii et muidugi tulin tööle, ei olnud ju teist valikut. Selgus, et öö on keskmisest tunduvalt aktiivsem – tutvusin ühe kuulsa blogijaga, aitasin tüdrukut, keda oli röövitud, siis veel ühte tüdrukut, kelle laest tuli vett ja jõin teed Taaviga, kes vastutulelikult mulle koormatäie erinevaid tablette tõi. Nüüdseks olen juba umbes sada tassitäit teed ära joonud ja kahe jakiga higistan kogu aeg nagu siga (hmm, milline huvitav võrdlus), aga ühe jakiga on külm. Või siis ükskõik, mis mul seljas on, kuum ja külm on vaheldumisi. Ja kurk valutab. Õnneks on tunne, et tablettidest on ikka veits kasu ka olnud, nii kehv enam ei ole, kui alguses. Tegelikult on praegu isegi kõige suurem mure see, et ma pean hommikul tund aega koos ülemusega tööl olema, aga ma olen oma riided juba täiesti läbi higistanud ja ilmselt haisen hommikul nagu poleks end neli päeva pesnud.

P.S. Pole üldse ime, et igasugu gripid ja niisama külmetused kõige rohkem mööda koolilapsi käivad – need peavad ju kogu aeg kohustuslikus korras ninapidi koos olema.

P.P.S. Ei, ma ei kahetse ka seda, et ma ka tavalise gripi vastu vaktsineeritud pole. Joon kaks päeva teed ja võtan rohtu ja kõik saab korda.

A very Happy Thanksgiving.

It’s this time of year when I start feeling just a bit homesick. There’s a place inside of me that just starts to feel all warm and fuzzy and sentimental and kind of sappy…some of my very first memories include flashes of Thanksgiving get-togethers and Christmas with the family. The cheesy music, the wonderful food, the sparkling, glowing, colorful lights, the crisp cold air and snow outside and the warm cheery fire burning inside <sigh>…. I’ll be thinking of you all today… have a slice of pumpkin pie for me :O)

I think the following conversation pretty much sums up whats happening with me right now.

Context: Marie chats with Natz (close friend, and presenter of the tablet in question).

I am high, as I type this post. 

Its the moment that we, as a worker been waiting for….. Yiipppiiee…..

After 4 hours of work, we need to recharge our energy ; not only physically but also our mind. During lunch time, we gain our energy. Regardless the menu or the venue, most important thing is that we let go all the things that connect to our work. Paper work, notebook radiation, phone calls, notes… etc..etc…

Just spending an hour time, having lunch, have a chit chat with colleagues, sufficient enough to make us more refresh….

From the article i read, it is said that better to have lunch outside your working area in order to get a  different air, difference nuance,  so our refreshment will work out. It is best to get out your workplace & go to green area such as park. But in Jakarta, its hard to find such place…  Many of workers come out their office & go to Malls;  for lunch or just  window shopping.

For you who can not go anywhere, just be satisfy  in your office canteen, but please.. not to make a work-thing conversation . It will disturb your relax time…

So… its your choice… having your lunch at the office, park or Mall?

As long as it will recharge your energy & your mind….

Have a nice lunch…..!!!!

Next Wednesday night (December 2) I will be speaking at Pecha Kucha night in Tokyo (click for map). The event brings together the widest possible variety of designers– including architects, fine artists, crafts, graphic designers, illustrators, and other creative types.

Pecha Kucha’s name comes from the Japanese phrase for “chit chat,” takes place in an informal club setting with a simple format: presenters each show 20 slides that automatically change every 20 seconds. Begun by Tokyo-based architects Astrid Klein and Mark Dytham, the event has spread to 257 cities worldwide. Some past presentations have been put online.

In my 6 minutes and 40 seconds, I will try to speak half in English and half in Japanese. I hope some of my blog readers will be able to attend.

Enamus tunnistavad aga parema meelega teiste oma. Mind tunnistati näiteks eile lolliks, sest ma julgesin oma arvamust avaldada ja, ai-ai, kristlase pihta. Ega ma ei olegi kunagi rahvamasside liidriks ja Eesti esigeeniuseks pürginud, nii et tõsi võib ta olla. Aga oma mõtteid väljendan ma loomulikult sellest hoolimata edasi, kohe näpud hakkavad sügelema, kui ma näen teksti, millest kiirgab saja kilomeetri kaugusele, et arvestatavad on ainult “õiged” faktid. Nii et olen jõudnud invaolümpiani, järgmisel nädalal võib mu ilmselt päris maha kanda.

Ahjaa, asi sai alguse siit.

Parcel postie has delivered a HUGE box containing the 25 pressies prepared for me by MarieLine for our Advent Calendar exchange – all those parcels look SO tempting, but I’m going to have to wait until 1st December before I can open number 1.

There was an extra present in the box though, for me to open NOW . . . an additional gift to thank me for some charts I sent to MarieLine a while back.  She really shouldn’t have, because all I asked in exchange were a couple of postage stamps to cover postage . . . so I feel thoroughly spoiled with all these little goodies that are going to come in handy in the run-up to Christmas!  Thank you MarieLine !!! 

And we’re back!

Apologies, it has been a while since anything new happened on the site. Deadlines at work, exams at uni and growing end of year social commitments have taken priority. This is not to say however that I have not been partaking in my preferred psychoactive substance, indeed the long hours have had my imbibing all sorts of caffeinated beverage lately. Even been eating chocolate covered coffee beans. Truly addicted.

So last week I had the good fortune to be recommended a recent establishment, Market Lane Coffee nestled on the corner of the Prahran Market (Elizabeth & Market Lane). With so many cafe’s in Melbourne and so many of the new roasting warehouses popping up selling single origin coffee, employing the Clover, providing ‘cupping’ classes and all manner of educative coffee things it is so important to not only do what you do well but also to create a point of difference.

Market Lane makes every effort to differentiate itself down to the finest detail. The beans are organic, the milk unhomogenised, the sugar is Costa Rican pure Rapadura which gives it a little ’spice’ but does not dominate your coffee. The pendant lamps, rough cut table and antique bottles for water and extra milk make for an excellent vibe which to be honest is pretty similar to Seven Seeds (and well may it be given that SS just got the gong for MCR’s Cafe of the Year) but perhaps just a wee bit more ‘Eastern Suburbs’ than Seven Seeds.

The coffee was fantastic. The unhomogenised milk takes a few sips to get used to but it is definitely a winner. It is almost like tasting soy milk coffee for the first time but milder and without that nutty aftertaste. My long mach was creamy to the last and perfectly hinted at bitter to the very end. The cappuccino (sans chocolate dust, thank god!) was dense and smooth and by accounts of my accomplice – very, very good.

I’m sort of waning on rating places now – as I have read on some other coffee blogs i think it might be a bit unfair to give a number and so I’m going to avoid rating by number until I have given a cafe more than a few efforts.

Market Lane is definitely worth checking out, you won’t regret having done so.

Ma olen juba kaks korda näinud unes, et mind lasti töölt lahti. Esimene kord oli probleem selles, et ma mitte ainult ei maganud töö juures, mis on keelatud, vaid olin end ka mingil põhjusel alasti kiskunud ja tukkusin tooli peal, ainult tekk ümber – kui siis üks noormees tuli mu abi paluma, ehmusin ma nii hirmsasti, et jooksin koos kõige tekiga kõrval olevasse riidepoodi. Poes oli muide üks poola poiss, kes oli minu vastu väga sõbralik ja ajas juttu, kuni ma teki ümbert viskasin ja suvalisi riideid selga sikutama hakkasin. Siis teatas ta, et selline käitumine on hooruslik. Viimane sõna on ilmselgelt kaval tuletis sõnast ‘vooruslik’, aga kust karu persest üks poolakas seda teadma peaks, pole mul õrna aimugi.

Edasi läks aga olukord veel debiilsemaks – nimelt otsustati minu saatuse üle kohtuistungil ja kui tehti teatavaks minu vallandamisotsus, kargas üks piff püsti ja pistis karjuma, et selline asi on täiesti ebaõiglane ning teda olevat lahti lastud selle eest, et ta töö ajal vetsus hügieenisidet vahetamas käis. Lõpuks veeti ta saalist lihtsalt vägisi minema, sest ta hüsteeritses. 

Teine unenägu oli natuke normaalsem – seekord oli probleem selles, et kui ma tööle tulin, pidutsesid kõik alumisel korrusel, sealjuures ka minu ruumis, kuhu tegelikult keegi üldse tulla ei tohi. Laud oli erinevaid torte ja pudeleid täis. Sellest tuli aga suur jama, sest esiteks suutsin ma väga olulised võtmed ära kaotada, teiseks unustasin alati rohelist nuppu õigel ajal vajutada (jaa, unenäos oli mul töö nagu Homeril, ainult et minul oli laual nupp, mis vahetas värvi – kuni ta oli roheline, oli kõik okei, aga kui see hakkas punase poole liikuma, oli vaja seda kindlasti vajutada). Kõige jubedam oli aga see, et lõpuks, kui see kõik läbi sai ja tuba korras oli, olid ka kõik tordid kadunud ja ma polnud kogu selles segaduses jõudnud tükikestki haarata. Mitte ühtki!!!

Ootan huviga järgmist osa, praegu tundub igatahes põnevam kui Vaprad ja Ilusad.

Topic starter : November 22, 2009 (1:40 am)

Mm.. udah lamaa bangets yaa gua ngga ngobrol2 di sinii..

Makluuumm.. lagi ngga terlalu mood to get in touch with my emotions :p

Kalo di sini khan enaknya ceritain hal2 yang susaaaahh untuk diceritain di tempat2 lainnya, ahahaha..

Tapii.. malam ini.. emm.. gua jadi pengen “curhat” neeh..

Karena ada kejadian yang bikin gua sedih, hikss..

Gua ngga akan cerita detailnya karena gua pikir.. sekian bulan dari sekarang toh belon tentu gua inget jugaa.. soo.. ngapain membuka kembali “luka” lama khan?

Tapi gua perlu mengeluarkan ini dari dada supaya ngga terlalu menyesakkan.

Ada satu perkataan seseorang malam ini ketika gua chat ma dia yang bikin gua jadi ngerasaa..

Hmm.. bikin gua mungkin secara ngga sadar jadi reflect back in time and realize kalo ini mungkin salah satu alasan kenapa selama ini gua selalu berusaha “menjaga” diri gua and perasaan gua untuk ngga terlalu bergantung ama orang lain.

To cheer myself up and ngga berharap di saat gua sedih akan selalu ada orang yang akan menghibur gua, karena yaa.. gua mungkin ngga mendapatkan apa yang gua butuhkan pada saat itu.

Tapii..

Gua harus selalu bisa dan ada untuk diri gua sendiri.

Untuk menolong diri gua di saat gua lemah dan terjatuh.

Karena terkadang.. ngga ada orang lain di sekitar gua yang bisa menolong gua.

Anywayy..

Perkataannya itu bikin gua ngerasaa..

Hmm..

Aahh.. gua ngga tau dhe gimana mendeskripsikan apa yang gua rasakan ini.

Dia nanya ke gua apa gua “nyesal”?

Hmm..

Maybe I do and maybe I don’t :p

Lhaa, kok bisa?

Well..

Gua masih manusia biasa kalee.. yang punya rasa punya hatii..

Tentu aja ketika ada sesuatu yang gua inginkan and ngga kesampaian, akan terbersit rasa penyesalan whyy oohh whyy..

But I guess..

Pada akhirnya gua selalu percaya kalo sesuatu itu terjadi karena suatu “alasan”.

Mungkin gua hanya ada pada waktu yang tepat dan tempat yang salah untuk meletakkan perasaan gua :p

Mungkin..

“Kehadiran” gua pada waktu yang “tepat” itu hanyalah sebagai perantara aja.

And ketika gua “berperan” lebih daripada peran gua yang seharusnyaa.. ya itu salah gua, karena gua udah menyalahii apa yang udah “ditetapkan” buat gua.

But..

Karena gua udah ngga percaya lagi sesuatu itu terjadi karena kebetulan belaka.

Soo..

Pasti ada alasan kenapa gua ada di sana pada waktu itu untuk mengatakan hal itu.

Pasti ada alasan kenapa gua harus merasakan sakit ini sekarang.

Pastii.. ada alasannya.. yang mungkin ngga akan gua mengerti sekarang atau bahkan ngga akan pernah gua mengerti.

Tapii..

Gua selalu percaya apa yang gua alami sekarang ini emang apa yang gua butuhkan untuk ‘membentuk’ gua di masa depan nanti.

Ngga ada sesuatu yang sia2.

Betapapun sakitnya.. betapapun perihnyaa.. semua apa yang gua rasakan itu bukanlah sesuatu yang sia2.

Am I a fool to believe that?

Gua ngga mau jadi seseorang yang terlalu kuat yang ngga pernah menangis ketika dia ngerasa sakit.

Tapii.. gua juga ngga mau menjadi seseorang yang terlalu lemah yang selalu menangis akan apapun yang dialaminya.

I want something in between.

Gua pengen bisa kuat and rapuh pada saat yang bersamaan :p

Anehkah kalo gua menginginkan hal itu?

Emang gua salah yaa kalo gua ngerasa seperti ini?

Hmm..

Topic ended : November 22, 2009 (2:29 am)

-Indah-

Sebagai pendatang di Purwokerto, mengenal dan bernaung di bawah payung komunitas blogger adalah hal yang menyenangkan. Sayang sampai saat ini, Pradna Cahbagus belum juga mendapat kejelasan apakah ada komunitas blogger Banyumas yang masih eksis.

Akhirnya sambil menunggu kabar menggembirakan itu datang, saya mencoba menghubungi 1 persatu blogger Banyumas yang saya tahu. Pertama, ada Kang Endar yang baru kenal sebentar beliau dah meninggalkan Purwokerto (nepok_jidat). Kemudian, berkenalan dengan Kang Luki dari Korea Kroya, Cilacap. Dilanjut pada acara Seminar Linux di Fakultas Pertanian Unsoed, saya berkenalan dengan blogger super-sibuk, mas Nur Ichsan.

Lama berselang, saya kemudian berkenalan dengan mas Estiko, penguasa mediaqu dot com yang terkenal itu. Ternyata beliau juga warga mBanyumasan. Tapi, baru kesampaian kopi-dangdut darat hari Sabtu malam, tanggal 14 November 2009 di Café 27 (Pitulikur).

Waktu itu baru saja saya datang dari Wates. Saya lupa, kalau uang di dompet dah menguap sepanjang perjalanan. Untunglah, mas Estiko baik hati mentraktir saya itje-lemon-tea (dari Sunda, nya?). Worship dah pokoknya.
Ehm…euh, kalo mo ntraktir lagi, bilang ya mas…biar saya bisa pesen yg lebih mahalan

ki-ka : Pradna, Estiko

Karena keterbatasan waktu, dan bisingnya live-show di kafe itu (baca : tidak biasanya saya melihat live-show selain lagu-lagu bang Haji ), pertemuan itu cuma berlangsung sebentar.

Seperti biasa, saya selalu haus dengan ilmu. Sedangkan mas Estiko bagaikan sumur ilmu pengetahuan soal blog. Begitu besar keinginan saya untuk menimba pengetahuan itu, sebanyak kapasitas otak saya yang terbatas. Maka, tak menunggu lama saya bikin janji audiensi dengan beliau. Sebagai seorang santri, tentu sayalah yang berkewajiban sowan (mengunjungi) rumah sang guru.

Jadilah, hari Kamis pagi, tanggal 19 November 2009 saya meluncur ke rumah mas Estiko di bilangan Wijahan, Kemranjen, Banyumas (pake bilangan Wijahan, biar kayak di nJakarta ).Sedianya, saya mengajak mas Nur Ichsan. Tapi tampaknya kepadatan acara beliau memang luar biasa. Sehingga tidak memungkinkan untuk ikut kali ini.

Tak berapa lama saya tiba di depan kantor Pos Wijahan, Kemranjen. Saya sudah ditunggu mas Estiko dan mas Amri MF, salah satu founder mediaqu dot com juga. Betapa merasa terhormatnya saya.

Begitu dipandu, saya terkesima dengan pintu gerbang desa Wijahan. Langsung saya mengabadikannya :

Dengan kamera-saku pinjaman, tentulah panorama ini tidak tertangkap maksimal…(enaknya seperti ini, kalau memakai kamera pro dan hasilnya tidak maksimal, tentulah saya yg disalahkan ).

Setelah menyerap ilmu, menikmati makan siang dan hidangan yang melimpah ruah. Saatnya berfoto di halaman rumah yang sangat asri :

ki-ka : Pradna, Estiko, Amri MF

Acara kopdar ini berlanjut ke rumah Kang Luki yang sedang hiatus dari blogosphere. Tujuan utamanya, jelas…membajak hotspot di rumah Kang Luki

Tak kalah dengan blogger-blogger dari Tugupahlawan.com dan blogger mBekasi, para pemuja karaoke. Kami pun tak kalah, menyewa setudio musik selama 3 menit buat foto-foto

ki-ka : Kang Luki, Pradna, Amri, Estiko

TER-LHA-LHU…

Dari kopdar kali ini, semakin mengkristal keinginan untuk memiliki komunitas blogger mBanyumasan. Sementara sih, memakai nama Paguyuban Blogger Banyumas

Jadi, bagi saudar-saudara yang tinggal , yang pernah tinggal, yang punya kenangan di mBanyumas (Banyumas, Purwokerto, Purbalingga, Cilacap).

Atau ada yang mengetahui telah ada komunitas-aktif blogger Banyumas,

Mohon hubungi saya (Pradna) di rafeillo@gmail.com

Terima Kasih.