Maybe some of you have tried sending a message to my phone or even try to call me in the few last days and failed. I have lost my phones, both of them. My lovely Palm Treo 650 and my Nokia which I use for my CDMA (fren) number are both gone in the hand of a stealer. The story is pretty interesting really, coz I lost my phones in my car. The story started when I hit a motorbike or a motorbike hit me. The car and the motorbike was actually alright, but it's just in my nature to panic like crazy. I got out of the car and the person was like yelling and telling me off and there was this person who just got into our conversation as well. I was soo panic and almost burst out in tears. The motorbike was alright and my car was alright too. Both of the people who talked to me went and I was on my way to go too. Suddenly, I realised that my phone went missing and burst out in tears again (crybaby!!! =P). I went back home.. and cried my heart out.
My Mum said everyone has to lose a mobile phone once in a while because it's just everywhere and phone-stealers just keep getting better and better in their way of stealing so sometimes we just can't avoid them. She continued with her old usual saying of "It's okay as long as you are safe.." (That's what she always say everytime I put scratch or bump or do anything to ruin my Honda Jazz). On the other hand, my Dad told me off for hasn't been synchronizing my data for such a long time. "What's the point of having a PDA if you don't synchronize it regularly!," he said.
Letting my Palm Treo go is sad but reliefing in the same time. It is sad just like a goodbye with an old friend that you know you will never meet again. It's true that my Palm Treo has been the witness of everything I did for the past one year. I never have to delete any single message I recieved since I got it and it has records of everything I did for the past one year. It has more data than my laptop.
On the other hand, losing a phone is nice if you really think about it. I realised before losing my phone I always get annoyed with phone calls or messages and yes I almost got in some point when I feel like throwing my phone away. I used to put my mobile away in a drawer or just simply do not reply messages or do not answer phonecalls if I don't feel like it but I don't do that anymore because I consider it as a dishonest act. If I don't feel like answering someone's call, I should have just answer it and say that I don't feel like talking to you, but of course I don't have the heart to say that. The conclusion is that losing my phone is like a way of get the hell of those messages and phone calls without feeling guilty. It's also reliefing because it's like you drop your past. Whatever happened in the past just go and you will start a new time where you rebuild your life and network.
Those are my story, and today my time of missing mobile has ended. My Mum bought my dream mobile phone which is the lucious red Palm 680, therefore her old Palm650 (which is exactly the same type as my old mobile) belongs to me and I already got the same Nokia phone for my Fren number. Both of them are active now. Anyone is welcome to contact me again. It's time to rebuild life and network for me.
Monday 3 December 2007
Tuesday 9 October 2007
Printing 3200 Photos
Yesterday (09/09/2007) I spent almost 7 hours in the "Seni Abadi" photo studio which is a small (not exactly small, but smaller than Jonas) located in the corner of Jl. Merdeka and Jl.... (I forgot) and next to the railway. Let's follow my day chronologically:
I came to the photo studio at about 12 pm, sat down at the digital photo section which was on the left of the entrance door, talked to a smiling lady who welcomed me right away and asked her how much is it to print some picture. She told me that it was Rp.800 for each 3R (postcard) photo printed. I asked her to give me at a lower rate. She insisted that she couldn't give a lower price, still with a smiling face, and said they only give lower price to special customers.
"I will print more than 1000 photos.", I told her.
She paused and get the manager right away.
After a negotiation with the manager of the store, I got the price that I wanted... Firstly he gave me Rp.750,00, I asked for less.. He then give me Rp.600,00, I asked for Rp.500,00... and it was a deal right away.. =D
My job doesn't stop there, because in my laptop I have so many photos that my Dad asked me to print, and they weren't sorted. My next job was to sort out those pictures. It was meant to be really a tedious job staring staring at the computer screen for that long time, along with one of the staff there, sorting out the photos like deleting blurred ones and fixing red eyes and choosing each ones, but it wasn't really. I got to have some flashbacks of "my life with my family" for the past four years and realising that my Dad SLR camera actually came into use (I kept thinking Daddy bought that thousand dollar SLR camera to look cool because he doesn't knows much about photography - sorry Dad =P). I got to laugh together with the staff seeing my sisters making funny faces camera and had fun sharing stories about our family holiday skiing at Mt.Buller, Melbourne and my parents' "2nd honeymoon" in Cambodia & Bangkok (in which they didn't get any of us to come, sight), and the renovating of my grandmother's house in a village at Klaten, and so on. Hours passed with a headache and hurting eyes for staring at the computer screen for song long and lots of fun.
I am glad finally about my Dad's little obsession on documenting events. We sometimes get embarassed when our Dad kept insisting to stop and take photos so often on so many occassions, but hey it's all worth it. Seeing those photos again make me tremendously happy to feel all the memories of what we had been through this time and realise how precious all those time we spent together (even though I somehow get irritated to realise how hideous I used to look 4 years ago).
One time my Dad asked me and Amanda (my sister), "If the house burnt down, what would you save first?"
We answered, "Money, passport, important documents, expensive electronics etc etc"
Then my Dad said, " No, what you are supposed to save first are photos and other products of memories. Money you can regain, Important documents you can remake, expensive electronics you can rebuy. However, photos and other things with a value that cannot be found anywhere else cannot be regain.."
Fair enough, now I remember what to save fist when our house is on fire: My postcard and letter collection from friends, scrapbook made by my Aussie friends along with other albums, last not least the book "To Kill a Mockingbird" ( I will want to save the whole shelves if possible though)
I came to the photo studio at about 12 pm, sat down at the digital photo section which was on the left of the entrance door, talked to a smiling lady who welcomed me right away and asked her how much is it to print some picture. She told me that it was Rp.800 for each 3R (postcard) photo printed. I asked her to give me at a lower rate. She insisted that she couldn't give a lower price, still with a smiling face, and said they only give lower price to special customers.
"I will print more than 1000 photos.", I told her.
She paused and get the manager right away.
After a negotiation with the manager of the store, I got the price that I wanted... Firstly he gave me Rp.750,00, I asked for less.. He then give me Rp.600,00, I asked for Rp.500,00... and it was a deal right away.. =D
My job doesn't stop there, because in my laptop I have so many photos that my Dad asked me to print, and they weren't sorted. My next job was to sort out those pictures. It was meant to be really a tedious job staring staring at the computer screen for that long time, along with one of the staff there, sorting out the photos like deleting blurred ones and fixing red eyes and choosing each ones, but it wasn't really. I got to have some flashbacks of "my life with my family" for the past four years and realising that my Dad SLR camera actually came into use (I kept thinking Daddy bought that thousand dollar SLR camera to look cool because he doesn't knows much about photography - sorry Dad =P). I got to laugh together with the staff seeing my sisters making funny faces camera and had fun sharing stories about our family holiday skiing at Mt.Buller, Melbourne and my parents' "2nd honeymoon" in Cambodia & Bangkok (in which they didn't get any of us to come, sight), and the renovating of my grandmother's house in a village at Klaten, and so on. Hours passed with a headache and hurting eyes for staring at the computer screen for song long and lots of fun.
I am glad finally about my Dad's little obsession on documenting events. We sometimes get embarassed when our Dad kept insisting to stop and take photos so often on so many occassions, but hey it's all worth it. Seeing those photos again make me tremendously happy to feel all the memories of what we had been through this time and realise how precious all those time we spent together (even though I somehow get irritated to realise how hideous I used to look 4 years ago).
One time my Dad asked me and Amanda (my sister), "If the house burnt down, what would you save first?"
We answered, "Money, passport, important documents, expensive electronics etc etc"
Then my Dad said, " No, what you are supposed to save first are photos and other products of memories. Money you can regain, Important documents you can remake, expensive electronics you can rebuy. However, photos and other things with a value that cannot be found anywhere else cannot be regain.."
Fair enough, now I remember what to save fist when our house is on fire: My postcard and letter collection from friends, scrapbook made by my Aussie friends along with other albums, last not least the book "To Kill a Mockingbird" ( I will want to save the whole shelves if possible though)
Finally, a blog
My first posting in this blog... LOL
So exciting...
For all this time, everytime I feel like writing something I could only make use of my friendster blog akacas.blogs.friendster.com/histrionic but I guess it isn't as cooler as this XD
Why is the name "The Sweet Lil Journey U Have to Accompany Me Along"?
The answer is I don't really know, I wasn't preparing the blog's name before doing the registration so when I came into the p my mind was going, "Give me a good blog name pronto!!!" and voila that was the first thing that came into my mind..
I will write later, maybe not so often, and maybe not many of you are reading this but well... Try to read, and accompany me on my sweet lil journey in this world...
So exciting...
For all this time, everytime I feel like writing something I could only make use of my friendster blog akacas.blogs.friendster.com/histrionic but I guess it isn't as cooler as this XD
Why is the name "The Sweet Lil Journey U Have to Accompany Me Along"?
The answer is I don't really know, I wasn't preparing the blog's name before doing the registration so when I came into the p my mind was going, "Give me a good blog name pronto!!!" and voila that was the first thing that came into my mind..
I will write later, maybe not so often, and maybe not many of you are reading this but well... Try to read, and accompany me on my sweet lil journey in this world...
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