As a follow-up to Vendor? entry -- otherwise known as I Tried So Hard To Be Your Best User Yet You Lied to Me in The End -- this somehow feels anticlimatic. In between we've had a pasrah tester, three guys whom noone seems to know, a PhD candidate who won't mind conquering Mt. Everest for fun, stairway stories AKA Boni's misery, a restless widow, and many more. But a promise is a promise. So here goes.

Just finished watching some movie on TV. I still can't believe I actually stuck with it till the end. It had 'bad movie' written all over it. Let's see now, a girl named Clear -- IMDB-ed it and the girl was indeed called Clear, would you believe it, what's next, Pantene or Sunsilk? -- Candyman as a coroner -- no, I'm not kidding you, I just checked out the full credits to confirm -- and Seann William Scott not in a leading role. Man, that was so not a good movie!

Beberapa hari lalu gua sempet diskusi (baca: ngobrol ngalor-ngidul ra keruan) ama Bapak Bison tentang bedanya jurnal, weblog, ama blog. Kesimpulan waktu itu adalah, kalo diurutin dari mulai yang paling bergengsi, urutannya adalah jurnal duluan, abis itu weblog, baru blog yang terakhir alias paling ecek-ecek. Mamaman ayam kalo kata temen gua orang SG. Cuma dia bilangnya chicken feed sih.

With the presidential election just around the corner, I still don't know whom I should vote for. Or root for, rather, as I'm not sure it's worth the trip to the embassy to get registered. Noone so far has really impressed me. Then again, I would've been surprised if anyone had, being a melancholic that I am. Every candidate has their flaws. To be an Indonesian President *echo here* one has to be perfect. Ya hear me? Perfect! So I have come up with this brilliant series of tests to have our perfect Indonesian President *echo here* finally emerge. No kidding. Just read on.

Barusan dapet email ini, untuk kelima kalinya dalem dua minggu ini. Gua yakin yang nulis ini niatnya baek sih. En emang kalo cocok bisa jadi motivator yang mayan. Cuma karena gua lagi banyak kerjaan, jadinya pengen maen Pengacara Sang Iblis bentar.

One thing (of many) that I suck at is consoling others. To be specific, consoling people who have just been out of relationships. People who have just dumped or been dumped by their GFs/BFs. More often that not when so-and-so come to me and say they have just broken up with such-and-such, I find myself struggling with words to, yep, console them. Worse when the words have to be in English. Because I also suck at English. That's why I'm writing this entirely in English. Uh, and I hope you notice the irony. You don't? Fine.

How can you tell if it is going to be a long day? When it starts the way a joke does. So that morning a marketing director, a musician, and a computer programmer met at The Gates of Heaven. Only there was no St. Peter to greet them and ask questions since The Gates of Heaven -- Gates, for short -- was just one of those indiscreet coffeeshops downtown.