My Secret

Yesterday I finally told my mom things that made me so depressed two years ago.
She gasped upon hearing one of them over the phone.
At least she knows now why I was the way I was.
But I guess she didnt expect I was being treated like that.

H2O2 + CHNaO3

I have a weird sense of smell. Most of the time it's not sensitive enough, so I miss out smelling subtle things. It makes me wary about using gas cooker. That being said, sometimes I smell things others do not smell. Dont know why, I just do.

Like every now and then I smell this familiar smell that I associate it with a certain someone in my life and it happens in places that had nothing to do with that person. Like in the middle of this chinese shop in NL. I used to try sniffing around to find the source of that smell, I dont do that any more because I never found it. So, when it happens I just observe it until it's gone.

Today, I just realized that it smells a wee bit like H2O2 + CHNaO3.

Eavesdropping

There I was standing in a crowded busway when I heard this conversation between two ladies. One of them looked more well off, the other needed an orthodontist intervention badly. It seemed like they just came back from some sort of convention.

I started eavesdropping when the bad-teeth one showed the other all the souvenirs she got from Pertamina, one of them was this interesting looking USB hub which they thought at first as baby teething toy. OMG, such a stereotypical of mothers talk. She also got a t-shirt and a backpack.

Before long the one that looked more well off started to complain how her friend neglected informing her about all the souvenirs at Pertamina booth. That she was there but didnt know about it. It's amusing how she kept on complaining about that after her friend pointed out that when she got the souvenir they were on separate ways. "Why didnt you send me SMS then?" she asked. The bad-teeth one said that she didnt have any credit on her mobile. "How come you always have no credit?" The bad-teeth one said that since she knew that calling her friend's flexi number from the pay phone would only ended up in the answering machine she didnt do it.

Still annoyed, then the-more-well-off one started to complain why when they met she wasnt being told about all the goodies. I mean, obviously she could see that her friend already had her stuff from Pertamina by then, she could've asked her at that time but she didnt. She insisted that should her friend told her about it at that time, she could've gone to the Pertamina booth for the same thing. When her friend replied that by that time perhaps Pertamina already ran out of them. But madam refused to believe it and started to sulk.

I found their conversation rather interesting that one could go on and on about some stupid goodies like that. It is not your luck, get over it.

Who's That Girl?

Jakarta Contemporary

Harry Darsono Collection

Titrologue

According to this article I'm a titrologue these days. Well, not exactly. I mostly read the headlines,and probably only read two or three the whole articles.

Reason? Most of the news are bad/sad news any way. Reading about Gayus would only frustrate me even more about Indonesia. So quoting Lauren Cooper: I aint bovvered