Glocalize Adele’s 21 tracks. If you think about it, those titles are pretty ‘menye-menye’ huh. Like Mayangsari’s menye-menye. With better vocals and better arrangement of course.

Today’s WTF

Happy birthday, Craig Craig!

Setlist from last night’s Feist gig. Anyway, Feist was AWE—-SOME. A little gift from her and Erlend Øye of KoC at the end of the show singing “The Build Up”! They said they rarely played the track live, it’s their 10th times performing it live. God bless us.

(image via @Soundshineevent)

This is my last day in Kemang.

I spent this morning by walking around LPPI. My Initial intention of withdrawing some money from the LPPI’s ATM turns out to be a little nostalgic. I do miss this place, LPPI, where I had a bunch of banking training sessions during the last four months. The place where I met 29 crème de la crème people (and other great people from various batches). The place that gave worthwhile expenditure of banking knowledge for my current position.

In the afternoon, I went to the same place again. Looking at the canteen room from the outside, I caught a glimpse of nostalgic tenderness in my head, again. I remember the time when we had lunch there like a boss (hahaha). Looking at the balcony in second floor, I remember our war-on-terror time related to once-happening Project Management task. I peek the empty mosque. The parking space. Four months went by so fast. There’s a little grief remembering that four particular months of pleasing and teasing and hazing. But then again, I do not feel that much sad since we already filled those four months with joyous activities with my good friends and partners.

While I’m typing this in my kosan room (which I will leave it also), the kos-kosan is already empty. There used to be twelve people from my batch living in this house. After we got separated with different job types and office locations, only four people left and now me and one of my friend Agus is going to leave also. Looking at the empty rooms alongside mine, it felt so surreal remembering those cherish moments when we cooked together, watched horror movies in one of the room (no need for tickets, a load of flip-flops and sandals in front of one of the kosan doors means there’s a movie night in the room! Haha), slept over, and just talked the talk and laughed the laugh. I remember our fun nights in Rilsa’s house, and walking around nearby malls with matching outfits or identical batik shirts hahaha. Those moments that barely can be done again, but always be kept in our memories.

They said, “Why you have to remember everything in your life? All good things always come to an end. Just deal with it.”

Well, there are things that come and go in seconds. But there are also things in your life that cannot be wiped easily and have a great impact for your life. Remembering and typing those particular events are my own way to commemorate and salvage that precious ones. :)

For my #ODP89 friends, wherever you are, though we are now doing our job in specified departments in different cities, we are still on the same page. Keep up the good spirits. When you feel down, remember those cherish moments of ours that I hope can enlighten you up a bit.

See you on March! :)

(Dimas, a purveyor of tacky craftsmanships.)

From the book ‘Whatever You Think, Think the Opposite.’ by Paul Arden (2006)

A little vacay in Rilsa’s house! :)