Archive | February 2006

Statistics Must Be An Illusion As Well

Yes… as the title reads, statistics must be an illusion as well.
Why are there statistics, what are they by definition?
Statistics is a collection of numbers collerated to any fact, for instance point averages, assists and defences; population numbers, percentages of this and that; and for a larger data pool, the statistics are often derived from a random sample pool that is only part of the greater data pool (to save time; with it’s own calculations of deviation).
Hence… with deviation, comes error…. and probable mistakes.

Statistics say… 90% of the Indonesian population is Muslim. If that is the fact, why are 90% of all the girls I find interesting Christian??

Go figure.

Over-ripe Banana In My Hand

So, here I sit, in front of my computer, over-ripe banana in my hand, one of two that I will be eating for breakfast. I woke up at about 7 AM this morning, after going to bed at 1 AM, but went to sleep again soon after…. only waking up again at 9 AM.
The last two hours of stolen sleep were a bit uneasy, but not the ‘bad’ uneasy, more to anxious.

Not anxious, excited.

For the first time in weeks, I’m excited to start this new day, and the days after. Go figure!
Let’s hope Macfreak can make it to my place tomorrow to install some new software on this deceript Mac, so I can fill it with new life again… like I am filling myself…

Evaporated

What I’ve kept with me
And what I’ve thrown away
And where the hell I’ve ended up
On this glary random day
Were the things I really cared about
Just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud

Woke up way too late
Feeling hung over and old
And the sun was shining bright
And I walked barefoot down the road
Started thinkin’ about my old man
It seems that all men
Wanna get into a car and go
Anywhere

Here I stand–sad & free
I can’t cry and I can’t see
What I’ve done
God…What have I done

So don’t you know I’m numb, man
No I don’t feel a thing at all
Cause its all smiles & business these days
and I am indifferent to the loss
I’ve faith that there’s a soul somewhere
whose leading me around
I wonder if she knows
Which way is down…

Here I stand–sad & free
I can’t cry and I can’t see
What I’ve done
God…What have I done

I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
it evaporated…see?

Blind man on a canyon’s edge
of a panoramic scene
Or maybe I’m a kite
That’s flying high & random
Dangling a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room
Head on a stranger’s knee
I’m sure back home
They think I’ve lost my mind

[Ben Folds Five]

Hari Ini, Dan Bukan Cuma Hari Ini

Matahari dan bulan berlalu bergantian beralihan
Namun aku hanya bisa duduk di sini

memikirkanmu –
dan merindukanmu

dan berpikir, mengapa cintaku menjadi racun

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I…that’s alright
We’re the same soul
I don’t need…I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all
Can – you – hear – me – when – I –
Sing, you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me…

Where are we now?
I’ve still got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

[U2; Grammy 2006 Song Of The Year]

The End Of An Era

Today, I headed to the bank this morning to close an account.
Not just any account, but a special bank account, which was under my name, and used for my old company’s account. The company had closed down its Jakarta office in 2004, on the day I left, but we left the account open to receive any incoming payments for the sale of office inventory. Yes, we had to sell everything, and anything that couldn’t be sold, was given away.
To this date there is still a lot of stuff from that office, which could not be sold, and thus HQ decided to write off that inventory (which includes a really big photocopy machine), as I’m pretty sure the depreciation of those objects had reached zero anyway.

So, the office that taught me almost everything I needed for my current job, taught me life in Jakarta, and contributed a large part of my adult education, has finally come to rest. So from this day, it will only be a memory…

Three cheers for the friends, hope that the bonds we share do not die with the office…

Lost Reason

Not this thought again,
it’s been circling through my mind
For ages and yesterday
It left me blind

It’s though I had lost movement, had lost reason
Feeling everything but the season
Yet another day comes…

Without feeling, without due,
Without smiles, and without you

Say what you want to me,
I cannot hear it anymore
The steps that you will make today
Can’t replace the steps before

I know that I can’t forget, but I’ll just live with it
Frame you in my heart a bit
But until the new day comes… it will be-

Without feeling, without due,
Without smiles, and without you

[Joe Barry]