aku sedang di rajawali

cek pembayaran customer, kasi invoice bulan juli, n promosi dikit..

bad news bad news.. pelanggan cabut lagi..!
oh no~..
maju mundur jalan ditempat..
gimana nihh...???

monday again..

kok tau2 cbuk yah?? sampe gak bisa ngapa2in..
senderan dulu sambil ng-blog ahhh.. =9

hari ini kerjaan gue:
1. bikin invoice internet bulan juli.
2. proses PO voucher yg lelet bgt nyampe imel nya. pdahal Telkom bikin peraturan baru klo tiap senen harus langsung setor n PO baru masuk jam stengah 3..!! grrr... RTGS tutup jam 3 paakkk.. hadoohh..
4. bikin rekap sales minggu ke-4 bulan juni.. hm..
5. bikin kasbank BNI n BCA.. krik2..
6. bikin kasbank e-voucher [pending coz my work-mate blum kasi data nya]
7. kontrol rajawali.. teteuupp..

ohohoho.. klo di list kok dikit yah? padahal mayan mondar mandir loh gue.. kikikikikik......

smangat smangaaatt.. hari ini pulang tenggo aahh..

bless wiken damn wiken

zzzz....

my laffly wiken been disturb by annoyingly rajawali.. rrrr...
well, its still a part of my job though n a big bold MUST to keep maintain dat freaky apartment! ugh..

08.40 PM
one of my cust called n said he's gonna move 2moro morning n shud return d modem.. GOSH~..!! cant he told me earlieerrr..???
its saturday nite, hellooo...

being upset coz my cdms so 'abal' n get no signal, i phone my work-mate to look after dat customer while my brain tells oh-no-another sign out-customer! means i must get another or my super gubek boss will "nyap nyap"..

arrrgghh...!!!

damn wiken..??
nyaaahh~.. i still have d bless one, though..
hohohoho..

a movie witt my laffly Hun would be great after rajawali-scene.. heheheh.. feels so nice as i havent seen a movie-date for loooonggg tiime. hihihihi..

time to sleepp.. hope tomorow no more duty calls..
amin. ^^

errr... not again

almost 2 a.m. n i cant get any sleep.. fuuhh..
feel kinda miss him.. ugh! hate when dat happen..

think n rethinking..........

am i still in his mind..??? D'oohh.. no no no.. stop STOP..!!!

well. i try to live in perfect symmetry, though..
Life shud be baLance, am i rite..?
past just a memory synchronize in time.. so live ur life wisely, dear..

nitee...

my personality result doubutsu-uranai version

i am a Red Fox.. ehehehe..

You are Red Panther, who has pure and gentle atmosphere.

You tend to give a vulnerable impression, and have a fairy like mischievousness.

You can be temperamental and little bit selfish.

You may be unable to find the objective of your life, and may take a long way round in finding it.

Your attraction is the way in which you do not deceive your heart, and act accordingly to your feeling.

If you try to handle many things at once, you will break up that energy, and therefore, you should stick to doing one thing at a time.

If you can control yourself, then doing something adventurous is not a problem.

You are passionate person.[a.K.a brisik a.K.a gak bisa diem]

ahahaha..

You have very high ideals, and this make you not see the reality.

You tend to become a dreamy sort of person.

You dislike being restricted, and try to carry out your life with natural sense of your own instinct, that including your likes and dislikes.

You possess strong beliefs, and are very intelligent and hard working person. [hmm... iya yah??]

But when you lose interest, everything stops half way through, and nothing is accomplished.

You should make yourself clear between ideals and reality.

You are too smart enough to be satisfied with ordinary housework. [reallyy..??? kekekeke..]

You prefer to lead life free of responsibility.

Nevertheless you will be obsessed with your children's education.

*whad'u think??

Hepi Frilly Thursday.. ^^

pusink di kantor [aLesan!] akhirnya kabur ke plangi buat makan2..
kikikikik..

gak deeengg.. beliin henpon buat temen c big bos tapi tetteeuupp..
cuci mataa.. ahahahaha..
*ikutan kabur walopun sama skali gak berkewajiban ikut..

every maL's current title is.......
SALE NOW ON..!!

ow..ow..ow..
mata silo sama barang2 lucuuu tp kok no ngandong hepeng yaa..??
hix hix.. T^T
semua jadi serba merah di centro.. aduuhhh.. duiitt.. datanglaahh~..
pen bLanja bLanji..!!! mu gak mu mesti nunggu transferan nih nampaknya..

gapapalah.. teteup seneng kok.. coz c kumis lg ambil cuti seminggu..
[hore hore..!!] damai di dunia.. smogaaa gak nelpon2 sambil gubek deh dia..

bisa cnut2 dengerin dia ngoceh cepet2.. ugh!

liburan gih pak, biar gak mumed sama urusan voucher..
syuh.. syuh..

@#$&*%$@#...!!

zzzzzzzz...

knapa siii pagi2 mesti ngetes emosi orang..???

ugh..! x(

hhhaaaa...fuuuhh~..
tarik napaaass...
untung uda hari kamis.. besok jumat n WIKEN..!!
hip hip hooraayy.. :)

anggep aje, doi emang lagi sensi (which i could say, MULUU..)

smangat kerja lagi, ahhh..
dis day too much bright to be wasted for dat crumpy old bat..!!

ikh.. >.<

i wish..

fuu.. pengen..!!

need salon.. need masage..
huah.. >.<

hilang beteekk.. hidup senang..!!

ahahahahaha............

zzzzzzz........

uurrrgghhh........ betekk..!!!

gak mud bgt! ukh ukh...

bete sama c Hun juga..

knapa c gak pernah mu jemput?

lagi break juga kan padahal.. x(

beteekkk..!!!!

Haruki Murakami: On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking.

But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course.

Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose. But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one.

All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world. After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed. Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do.

"Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it.
Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me.

Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me.

It could happen.

And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about. We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her.

She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp.

So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes.

The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had. I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd. Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other.

What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation,

the boy said to the girl,

"Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society.

Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office.

Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love. Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo.

They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest.

And they knew: She is the 100% perfect girl for me. He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.




huhuhu.. d story makes me love my man so much..
never ever let him gone.. nanti malah jadi gak balik.. xp
all hailll to Haruku Murakamii.... ^^

another week.. another story..

zzzzz.......

ce-a-pe-e
cappee deee...

uda ngirim imel dari kapan tau, kok ya malah gak dcek to paakkk...
klo giliran orang design dateng n tnyt masi blum sesuai ya jgn protes ke gw.. ugh!

klo udah mepet minta buru2 diubah.. huah.. dasar Mr. Gubek..!
jelek nih c kumis.. x(

eniwei.. Lapeerrr.. hauk haukk.. kayaknya bisa makan gajah deh gue..
*Lebay..

pen makan apaaa.. gitu.. hmmph, batagor ato somay enak kali yah??
nyam nyammm~...
makin laper klo dengerin ocehannya c Mr.merusuh yg pengen bgt ke PRJ malem ini juga
[oemjiii... pelis deh pak.. blum pernah denger wiken ya??]
zzz.. makin lama kantor gue makin banyak orang2 anehh..

wuuff pramindo eniwei.. hohohoho.. =)

Finnaly~... ^^

fuaahh...

at Last, i started to write again.. hohohoh..
my first blog didn't work well n neglected for a while [halah.. bilang aj emg gaptek! xD] so i decide to create d new one.. hihihihi



Let's enjoy bLogging, then..

Cheers..! ^^