littlecipi

Phew. It was absolutely not an easy thing to do.

Well, I could see it clearly that no-one had enough guts to do it (or at least I thought so). I always wondered why, but then I sort of got the answer myself. We (yes, that means me too) were so afraid to ask for it because we barely could see whether we meet the standard or not.

I have always been a man that act-first-before-i-think. Ah yes, I know it should be the other way around. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think while I’m actually acting (if you know what I’m saying). So I did it anyways.

With the encouragement from some people, including my best friends at the office, I managed to write an electronic mail to my H.R.D manager. I wrote the mail in English, intentionally (and hopefully) I could get rid of some awkwardness that could come out of Indonesian, because I wrote it in such a formal way.

Not very long after I clicked the button ‘Send’, I began to think whether I have done something stupid and so wrong. I started to feel anxious about it, feared I couldn’t meet the standard. Oh well. Did I mention I’m a type of guy who think-before-i-act? Eh, I mean, act-before-i-think. (See what I mean?)

But anyways, the sort of feeling didn’t last very long. A few hours later, a text came from my mobile phone. It was from my boss. I need not to tell you details about it, but surely, it was good (at least it is, for me). See the part that sometimes just-act-don’t-think is better than think-carefully-before-you-act?

The key part was my confidence. I very much believed I have proven my abilities (and results) and deserve of more appreciation. Once, my ex-colleague told me that his ex-boss (or should I say, my boss) is a very fair person. You show him what you got, and you’ll get fairly rewarded.

And so he did to me.

Just this morning, when I was busy trying to figure out way to do my reports, a Yahoo! message box suddenly appeared on my laptop’s window. It was my H.R.D manager. I was requested to go to her room.

Honestly? I wasn’t really thinking about that good part I mentioned before. I could have got the first warning letter (or some of you call it SP1), because recently, I uploaded a picture of me smoking on the second floor, which supposedly is a non-smoking floor. Silly me, I know. But hey, it could be enough reason to pull that nightmarish letter!

Luckily I was wrong. That was the letter I have been hoping for. A love letter from my boss. Without thinking (and after thanking my manager), I rushed to the toilet and opened it. I sighed heavily.

A joyful sigh. At last. This would certainly be a good start for me since I have decided to do some kind of money investment before the big journey and stuffs.

Though it didn’t really match what I was hoping for, I still am grateful. I had this thought of my boss wants me to prove myself MORE. Surely, he’ll get it.

The later evening when I was having a coffee break, I thanked my boss and told him that I will not let him down. He chuckled his usual laugh, which can double the meaning. It could be “Yeah yeah, it’s all right. You deserve it.” or it could be “Just wait until I give you more assignments so much that you’ll wish you had never asked me.”

Which either way, is totally fine.
Cheers for the next big step!

Years ago, I always wanted to be a rich person. Rich as in materials, having lots and lots of money. I even thought about myself owning thirty-one different cars in my garage so I can choose which car to drive distinctively every single day. Now, I laughed at myself every time I remember that thought. Such a shallow mind I did have back then.

Now things have changed. Some of what happened recently have made me become more mature and understand what things are important. (Though still there is a slight issue on my emotion.)

I want to travel around the world.
Not just traveling as in.. having a vacation. I just can’t see by having lots of money is considered important anymore. It’s not exactly the term of ‘rich’ I’m looking for.

To be able to live, see and experience the whole world, that’s rich. To be able to experience the attraction of silent places, of large silver moons and the splendor of stars, where people sees the glory of sunrise and sunset in the wild places, unworn by man, changed only by the passing ages of time everlasting. That’s what I call rich. This is my ultimate goal.

I figured I need to spend more efforts on money investment so I can get enough cash to move out from Indonesia.
So. The first step I should take, is to get my Master degree. Just like my Mom always wanted me to. And for that matter, I already chosen my destination. Prasetiya Mulia Business School. There, I’ll try to get my Magistrate of Management Degree. Hopefully, since it’s one of the best business schools available in Jakarta, it can help me achieve my goal.

I remember last December when I almost got out from Indonesia and moved to New South Hampshire, United States. That time I recklessly thought I could survive without my significant other, Epi.

The same thought occurred again just a couple weeks ago when Epi left for a vacation to Hong Kong. I wasn’t really expecting that those six days would become some of the worst days I’ve ever had. I felt anxious all the time. Insecure. Those days made me realize that her presence means a lot for me. So next time, when the right time arrives, I’ll bring Epi with me. We are going to travel around the world. Together.

I guess the only constraint I have for that matter is her parents only. But honestly I’m not really worry about it. I’m quite sure that my persuasive talks can convince them to let me take Epi with me. After all, I never fail to convince someone.

The registration for Prasetiya Mulia Business School is already opened until the 19th October 2009. Means, I have a lots of time of preparation, to prepare everything especially for my current ASP.NET project, Care Version 2. And there certainly would be no mistakes. Because I can’t afford any. I have to do this right and hopefully with some luck, I’ll start my very first own life in two years from now.

Hmm.. I’ve been posting too many negative posts lately, haven’t I? I realized that (of course), so now I’m gonna post something good.

But hold up, ‘good’ is not enough word to describe how the service is in this restaurant, Ramen Sanpachi 38. Just like the title says, its main menus are all about Ramen. I did some internet browse and google it, the result: this ramen restaurant is actually existed in other countries. (No wonder it tastes good.)

Anyhoodle, I was first told by Epi of this restaurant. Actually I wasn’t really feeling that enthusiasm over ramen since I had some bad experiences with it. But she told me that this restaurant serves a good quality and tasty ramen, so I decided to give it a shot. I called up Anung, one of my closest friends, asked him what’s his suggestion. (Yes, I didn’t ask the waiter for ‘Chef’s Suggestions’ menu, because I trust Anung’s taste better. Somehow.)

He told me to order ‘Jigoku Ramen’. It’s a spicy and hot ramen (obviously). Speaking of which, I still remember how Anung solo-ed and emptied a full bottle of chili sauce at Pizza Hut while eating pizza.  So, feeling rather curious, I asked him what level of hotness did he order for the ramen. From 1 to 10, he ordered 7.

Anung (still on the phone) : Try level 3 and see if you can handle it.
(At this point, I still didn’t know how hot the ramen is gonna be, and I really believed that I could handle it.)

And so I did. I ordered a Jigoku ramen with a level 3 hotness, curly noodles regular cooked. Oh I forgot to tell you. Here, in this restaurant, you can choose between curly or straight noodles. I prefer curly. Somehow it tastes better, but you can choose either one. And you can ask the waiter whether you want the noodles to be medium-cooked, regular cooked or well cooked. My preference is it to be regular-cooked. As for the drinks, I ordered red/olong tea. It is quite pricy, but it’s refill-able, so it’s good since I drink a lot.

(In case you’re curious, Epi ordered a Curry ramen. It tastes good too!)

Now comes the good parts of this restaurant.
1. The waitresses. They’re all females and they are well-educated of the restaurant menus. They are nice too, of course. I was surprised and satisfied with the explanation. You can try to ask them if you ever visit this restaurant about the menus and I’m sure you’ll know what I’m saying here.

2. It only takes like at most 5 minutes from the order arrived to the Chef and then the ramen came to my table. Fast service! Lovin’ it.

3. Remember the refill-able tea? Everytime I drink my tea ’till it’s only half of the glass, the waitress came to my table and immediately refill it. Seriously dude, you don’t even have to call her. She will spot your glass is half-full and rushed to your table to refill it. I think they got some kind of radar that would tell them if the glass is not full. Who knows.

4. Immediately after I finished my ramen, she cleaned up the table from the empty bowls and replaced them with a dessert as a compliment. (I got a jelly pudding). That was some astonishing quality of service, I must say.

Oh, I haven’t given out my opinion about the ramen, have I? Here it is:
The ramen I ordered, Jigoku ramen, I really have to say that was so far the dangdest, most delicious ramen I’ve ever had. I tasted the soup first and it tasted great. Like I always do when I eat delicious food, I literally smile like an idiot. Next, the noodles. I put it into my mouth and I know that the noodles was fresh. Fresh but soft, it melts when you chew it. This time, I giggled.

Everything was well-served. Jigoku ramen level 3. It is tasty. It is delicious and it is indeed so freaking hot. (Think I said around 10 or more “ohmygod”s and “anjingpedesbangetnihramen”). It’s so hot that I got all-sweaty like crazy. (Don’t ask me how much tissue was spent for wiping my sweat). As I was eating and feasting myself on this fantastic dish, I remember what Anung had. Seriously. I can’t imagine how hot is level 7 gonna be and how the hell can he eat such a hot food like that?

So guys, I really recommend this restaurant to get your visit someday. Maybe at first you’ll see how pricey the menus are, but let me tell you this. It’s all worth the price. (And like I said, Anung’s preference of foods is a must-try or perhaps, a must-follow.) Let me know if you want to know his mobile.

Started exactly 1 month and 2 weeks before now, the company where I’m working at, decided to give us more time of togetherness by playing futsal. (Well of course not everyone, just the boys. And one girl.) It’s a good thing, of course. I always get very excited to do sports, especially sports that can make you sweat like crazy.

The event schedule itself is on every Monday starts at 6pm until 7pm. (Yes, it is only 1 hour. Lame, I know. I’m still working on my boss so he can extend it.)

So yesterday, we played futsal again. After winning about 4 games straight, I hate to say it but this time my team got lost. Not only just the losing I was disappointed with, I only scored 2 goals and I got injured. A knee and ankle injury to be exact. Though it wasn’t that bad, it could make me not being able to go to the office today. The pain was too unbearable.

I hardly could walk so I didn’t bother to try driving a car as it would obviously be harder. But don’t get me wrong, I am not sad because of this, in fact, I’m happy because everyone seems to play with a great enthusiasm.

Too bad, the excitement was stained because of one man’s action. He brought an unknown dude who claimed to be a new security guy in that area. We don’t know him and he’s obviously not an employee of CARE Technologies company.

But this guy, let’s call him Mr. M, brought him and told him to play while there were some of CARE employees who’s waiting for his turn on the bench! I mean, seriously! This is a CARE event, and yet, you told a not-CARE people to play? Are you even the one who paid for this event? NO.

I was so pissed that I didn’t want to play again. I didn’t run as hard as I used to, just let the ball passed and shortly after, the whistle blown.
I told my friends about this, and they have the same feeling too. Well, because today I’m having a day off, perhaps tommorow, I’ll talk to this Mr. M and tell him about it.

Anywho.

It’s time for lunch now and I gotta treat my knee so I can play again next week. This time, I will score more goals and bring my team to win.

It’s out guys! New Moon, second part of the Twilight saga is ready for public view this year’s November. Hopefully, now with the right amount of budget, we could watch a better movie than the previous one. For those who haven’t watched the first part, Twilight, I really suggest you don’t. Because the book is 1000 times better than the movie.

And I mean it. Seriously.

Just in case you have forgotten about what’s about New Moon, here’s a short preview about it:
After Bella (Isabella Swan) recovers from the vampire attack that almost claimed her life, she looks to celebrate her birthday with Edward and the rest of the Cullen family. However, a minor accident during the party resulted in Bella’s blood being shed, a sight that proves too intense for the Cullens, who decided to leave the town of Forks, Washington for Bella and Edward’s sake. Initially heartbroken, Bella finds a form of comfort in reckless living, as well as an even-closer friendship with Jacob Black. Later on, Jacob will find out that he’s a true descendant of a werewolf clan. And danger will surely wait in different forms.

Following Riep’s comments about how I should move to Wordpress in order to be able to make a protected post, I decided to give it a go and here I am, trying to convert my last blog hosted on Blogger.

So far as you can see, I already bought a domain named www.littlecipi.com and I don’t want to change it. I’ve tried to read and follow several instructions/guides on the web, but then I got stucked. It turns out that I may only redirect my previous blog so it can be shown at my new Wordpress blog address, which URL is shown above.

So guys, is there any of you understand how I will be able to use my previous address back?

Edit:
Nevermind, I got it worked

Location: My house, 08.40ish PM, Wednesday, May 27, 2009)

Me: So why did you stop blogging?

Him: Uhm.. well, it was mainly because of some people just can’t mind their own business, you got what I’m saying?

Me: Oh yeah, I understand you.

Him: Yeah, some people just couldn’t understand the fact that me, as the owner of my own blog can write anything I like, whether it’s the truth or not, can’t I? After all, I know for sure I’m free to write anything I like in my blog. But some people just couldn’t get it. And you know, that some guy I mentioned is/was my friend. Yet, he was being a total douche bag and telling everyone that I was lying in my blog. *sigh*

Me: Ouch. I’m sorry to hear that.

Him: It’s okay. I got it over now. But seriously, I really don’t have the mood to continue blogging at the moment.

*****

“You can’t post this.”

“You absolutely are not going to post that.”

“You can offend people’s feeling.”

………and tons of other ridicilous, lame excuses.

So tell me. What’s the point of having your own private web space?

I must admit, I’m over exaggerating over Epi’s first trip overseas. I’m very worried about Epi. Hey! Don’t blame me! She never had any experience going on a trip to another country. And her English! Dude, you should talk to her with it and you’ll know what I mean. Haha.

But anyways, since she’s going with her 3 close friends, that, can ease me off a bit. Have fun, honey and don’t forget that I’m always missing you here.

Gad, this week will be a loooong week.

Photo taken at Jakarta International Airport – Soekarno Hatta with Nokia E71.