Wasting

Hi, Guys. How have you been? Good? Good.

Yesterday some of Indonesian students were visiting waste processing plant in Goettingen, including me. It's that colorful building which I thought an amusement park every time we passed by, because it was beautiful. In fact, it's the waste processing plant. Amazing, right? Who would have thought? And it's not far, just on the back of Max Bahr.

So, anyway, we went there around 10.30 a.m. Along with other Goettingers, we were taken into a tour, divided by several groups. They also provided playing ground for kids, cafeteria and of course special desk for quiz. The program was in German, so I understood nothing. I mean, I was just following the tour and guessed what they did. Yeah.

One interesting thing is, even though it was beautiful plant, it processed wastes, so it stank. They showed us the biological wastes which processed with biological agents, you know, bacteria and such. The waste water that had been processed then went to the river, it was not for drinking consumption.

One particular place that really was stinky was this place where they processed...human waste. You know what I mean. The toilet waste. And they showed a machine, which like a cupboard but inside there was kind of escalator, loading human waste - toilet paper and poops. Yes, yes. Poops. And it was so vulgar. The shape, the smell... I was like dying and I didn't breath. But you know what, most of the tour members, mostly old people, they didn't even bother to cover their nose. They were just so serious listening to the tour guide. Amazing!

The tour was about two hours, but I didn't join completely. Most of us, Indonesian, then went to kids playground, watching the kids jumping around on bouncy castle. And as always, we were opening our lunch box, especially those mommies, while other people bought food in the cafeteria hehe. Picnic in waste plant. Who would have guessed?

Since I didn't really understand how the plant processed the waste, I couldn't really tell what's the lesson here. Sorry.

But, at least I knew where the toilet stuffs went after we flushed...

Autumn Cleaning

Afternoon.

If you are just in my room now, you might think it's a refugee camp. I am doing an autumn cleaning now. Well, actually I am fulfilling a requirement from the apartment management to make the room exactly like when I entered two years ago. White and spotless. Though my due date is the end of the month, but it is better for me to start now, because I just realize how many stuffs I have in this room. It's so many! I thought I was not cluttering, but still...

I have sorted books, clothes and little stuffs. Even so, they are still everywhere! I think I have trapped in consumerism world. My big suitcase is already full, yet a lot of things are still unpacked. Can you imagine how much money I spent for the total stuffs I bought? I should have been wiser...

My biggest problem, I guess, is buying too many clothes. Is it only me or other ladies have this problem too? You know, I always take time to purchase clothes, thinking the necessity, the time, and the budget. After a long discussion with my self, then I decide to buy, or not to buy, the clothes. The defense is I need this clothes for this certain occasion, and I need that clothes for another occasion. It keeps going and in the end too many clothes in the wardrobe, yet the occasions do not happen. Not yet. For uncertain time. And even when the occasion arrives, I am still confused, which one I should wear. This, my friend, is so typical me. Standing in front of the wardrobe for a long time, looking at the hanging or the folded clothes, thinking "Which one, which one..." Come on, man!

Hey, what time is it? I need to get back to work. See you around!

Check!

Thesis? Check!

Koh Hun Bun's visa? Check!

Alhamdulillah..........

And Happy Idul Fitri!

Cybernation

Hi, guys.

How are you doing?

It's almost a week since I came out of my room. Literally.

I am cybernating (hibernating and connecting to cyber world - to read literature! How diligent is that?!). Work hard and no play is such a diet. I think I lost one or two grams because of it. But I have to do it, my friend. I have to reach my target, finishing my thesis soon.

The only fun I have is doing Nodame Cantabile fart exercise every morning, to keep my blood circulation going. Have you tried this exercise? Haha, it's not what you think, farting all morning. It is an exercise without passing gas, unless you want it. The song is funny, the moves are hilarious, so much fun. Check it out in you tube and try it for yourself.

Well, anyway, today I am going out. I think the weather is nice. It is really weird summer here. Not so much sun. This past week is dominated by cloud, rain and thunder. But, since I was a cocoon, no big deal. Another reason that I have to go out is that I run out of groceries. Only have four eggs left and that's it.

Dude, if you come to my room, I advice you don't, you will see a mess. This is how the writer works, I mean me. Books, articles, papers are scattered on my table. Empty mineral water bottles are lining on the shelf. My mattress on the floor, my clothes are waiting to be ironed on the bed (yeah, like I will do it). The more I see it, the more I feel disgusted. I have to come to the finish line or this place will be Nodame's room. Conclusion and recommendation, my friend, and one more round from the start, and I am good to go.

Okay, change subject. You know what, I observe myself, and I think I have changed, in term of fashion. Really. I am now more girly and paying attention to details. I know, I know, it doesn't mean that I become such fashionable person (you can take a girl out of a country, but you can't take a country out of a girl), but somehow I feel better. I like the way I look. I think I hit puberty...hmm...

Spider Solitaire

Morning.

Summer is coming to an end. Well, here in Goettingen, I actually can't really feel the summer since most of the days are gloomy and raining. But it benefits me anyway, since I have to immerse my self in the thesis land, meaning going out just makes me want to shopping.

By the way, do you play spider solitaire with advanced difficulty? When I am stuck with the analysis thing, I play spider solitaire to cheer me up, energize my spirit. But somehow I get more irritated, since it is awfully difficult. Yet, I can't stop. I need the victory, sweet fulfilling victory!

It has been six days since my last winning, and I am getting annoyed. What a distraction. I have to stop now or the energy for the thesis is eaten by the spider.

P.S. Happy 3rd birthday, Jibrut. I love you...!

T-H-E-S-I-S...ugh!

Hi.

If you see me right now, you might think I deliberately make myself look horrible. Indeed I do.

Doing this thesis thing really ruins my beauty (since when do I have one?). I feel like falling in love (can't eat well, can't sleep well), which is so not like that.

Constant headache, if I may say. Thinking about data analysis and stuffs, reading many articles like I understand what they say (reading about economics and statistic term in Bahasa Indonesia is already challenging, yet this is in English!), trying to be smart in a way when people ask me about what I write I could explain, is so tiring.

Or perhaps it's because I am not that smart. Yes, I guess that's the perfect answer.

Anyway, like it or not, I have to finish this thesis soon. Back me up, people!

P.S. tomorrow starts the fasting month. Happy Ramadhan!

Deep Blue Bruises

How strong can a heart stay

When sunshine is away

The power has run out

Leaving a black out

Broken down

To the very core

Nothing

No more

How strong can a mind stand

On this winding road of sand

Dried and done

To last one

Deep blue bruises

Drown to pieces