….. or whatever you want. If you’re my friend, never, ever, give those answers when I ask your opinion .

When I ask your opinion, such as ‘where should we eat, this restaurant or that restaurant’ or ‘What should I order, steak or pasta’, it means that I want to know your opinion. For me, when you give the ‘Up to you’ answer’, you are like undecided people, or people who don’t have any will, or people the are too afraid to speak their mind.

To add the worse, I asked my friend to pick between 2 restaurant for dinner, one is fast food, the other one is western-style seafood. My friend gave the sacred answer, and I pick the seafood restaurant. Later, he said that he didn’t like fish, and after I expressed my bad mood, she ordered a fish and chips.

People, state your mind when being asked, especially in informal occasion. Most of the time, you’re not being threatened to dead to give the right answer. If the person who give you the question disagree….. negotiate. Express yourself, for that is what make you a human.

Change, that is the only thing that never change. Looking back to October 23, 1999 at McDonald, I told her about my wish which she promised to fulfill if I’m graduated with A: I asked her to become my girlfriend. She answered the next morning at her dining room during breakfast, and we start dating since then, October 24, 1999.

I have to go back to Jakarta, and the long distance relationship wasn’t that easy, although it was also not that difficult, as being said by some people. She has since then going back and forth to Jakarta to visit her parents, and of course, me. Most of the time I leave early from my office near Mangga Dua to pick her up at Gambir Train Station, waiting for Parahyangan, leaving 3:00 from Bandung. Once in a while I also went to Bandung for vacation and visit her and her grandparent. We celebrate our 1st annyversary at her house, with a tart cake.

Then near end of 2000, her father was promoted as the minister of the state. The impact was so big, that cause my usual high confidence become lose. Now I can’t call her directly, all calls were filtered through the security. Few things really helped me regain my confidence. First, I got a new job at a multinational company as a consultant, my dream job at that moment. Then, she behave and treat me like…. her boyfriend, nothing really change. She keep pumping my spirit, that, after few months, I manage to move on and let the change fuel me in my work.

Things are going pretty stable for the next 3 years. I always called here every Saturday night at 11pm, to keep the cost down. Once in a while she also called me, also at Satruday 11pm. We met once a month, which is OK for me and her. Then came her graduation day, in the middle of year 2003. We now live in the same city. My fear of losing my freedom was not proven. She didn’t demand me to come to her house, or pick her up, or call her everyday.

And today, October 24, 2004, it’s been 5 years since we start dating. We have survived through many things, from long distance relationship, change in her social status, to live in a same city. I have seen a lot of change in her, from a college girl to adorable woman. Yet, a big major change will happen in the next few days. We still having fun, dating, and aim to get married when we are ready. Might it happen or not, I would like to say thank you for being such a great partner in shaping my live.

Happy 5th anniversary.

PS: I’m sorry for stupid thing I’ve done today. Something I will regret for months to come…..

Sounds weird eh, asking your boss to do something for you? I think I start noticing for the last 2 years, that, everybody seems to call their colleague “boss” in Jakarta, even when they want to ask their friend to do something for them.

It might be just me, but I surely feel irritated when being called “boss”. Its like, the person is trying to kiss my ass. So much I hate it that, I might just skip tipping the person who called me “boss”, no matter how much I’m satisfied with their work.

Besides…. if everybody is your boss…. poor you for doing jobs from sooooo many boss, he…he…he…

Driving slowly alone on Saturday Night, the radio broadcaster told a story about a woman. She just returned from an engagement party of her friend. Turns out that her friend was pregnant, and her friend’s fiancee in the party was…… her boyfriend.

I then remember words said by a friend: “Never ever give 100% of your love to someone, give only 99% and keep the rest for yourself”.

There is some truth in the sentence. You should keep 1%… or maybe 0.5% of love to yourself. Your parents will die soon or later. You might lose your spouse, your kids, or other people you love.

The 1% is: love for yourself. Learn to enjoy life, even when you feel lonely, alone. Do anything you like, or feel right, even when you have noone to share, or accompany you. You can’t turn back time, nor bring back the one you love. What you can do is… move on with the 1% and enjoy live.

Nothing strange about “Breast Implant”, until I heard this morning ont he radio: “Breast Implant for Man”. Luckily I didn’t hit my car to something while amazed and laughing.

The broadcaster continue on explaining the reason of the breast implant for man in Shanghai. She said that it was done mostly for man with psycologycal problem. While I wonder of what she mean by psycologycal problem, she continued on explaining that doing breast implant is faster to overcome their problem, rather than consulting a psyciathric.

Still curious, I do some googling on the net. Here is the psycologycal problem: They weren’t confidence with the look of their chest muscle, and the implant was done to improve the look of their chest.

Well girls, beware….., you might just check if you meet a man with good macho chest .