The 6 dollar printer

My friend MD asked me a query about my blog last night :

MD: "so when you say e-diary, (from my first post) does that mean you write about things that has happened to you today?"
me: "well anything interesting that's ever happened to me, really"
MD: "so all these stuff did not happen on the day you were writing the post?"
me: "yeah.. some of them happened a couple of months befo-
MD: "so even though you clearly said this was a diary, you still posted stuff that happened ages ago?"
me: "uhm. yeah?"
MD: "you fail at english."

well technically she was right. But if i'd posted only the stuff that had happened to me on the day, it would look something like this:
today i ate. and slept. and studied. and slept.

yesterday was pretty boring for me, so I posted something else that happened a while ago but was worth posting. It may be called an e-diary, but I have 18 years of my life that I haven't posted yet, so it should be completely reasonable to pull off funny and interesting moments of my life, even though it didn't happen on the day right?

well anyway, since people like MD were complaining about my lack of understanding of the english language, I shall post something about my day today, which happens to have actually been a bit interesting.

The day started with me fidgeting in bed because I have been having weird dreams. Why was I having weird dreams? Because I was worried. What was I worried about? I was worried about ebay.

Yesterday, after T sent me the picture of the MAXIMA logo he bought for me, I checked out ebay for interesting stuff that was on sale. I came across this printer that was on auction and was selling for 99 cents at the time. I was suspicious, but still I thought to myself, "hey that's really cheap". So I did a little investigation, whether the printer that was on sale was a good printer, whether the ink cartridges are economically efficient, whether the seller was trustworthy, and finding out why the seller was selling a decent looking printer at such a cheap price.

I spent almost half the day checking prices, comparing with other printers and literally stalking the seller's account, looking at his seller's ratings, costumer satisfaction, other items he was selling, real name, home address, telephone number, spouse's name, relationship status, whether he was a dog or a cat person. OK I'm not that stalkerish. But I came to this conclusion: he is moving out of his place and he's pretty much giving away his stuff (like his sofa and his coffee tables). I also think that he can be trusted, according to most people who have bought his items.

So the auction ended the morning after (which was this morning) at 10.50am and so I decided to go to sleep before bidding. I was thinking of doing what E calls 'sniping' - a move where you bid in the last couple of seconds, suddenly appearing out of the blue and unexpected so people cannot react quick enough to re-bid. like a ninja. I slept at 3 and was worried whether I was able to wake up early enough to bid. Last night dreams such as: me not waking up in time or the seller suddenly withdrawing the sale haunted me in my sleep. The dreams were so real that I was convinced that I had lost the bid already, even though it was still only 8.00. But luckily I figured out it was a dream and I woke up in time.

Only 15 minutes to go, I got bored of waiting for the timer to count to the last couple of seconds. So I looked around my laptop for things to do, and I found MONOPOLY, the board game in a video game format. I started playing.

After buying 'Broadwalk', one of the dark blue streets and losing horribly, I realized that I have been playing for a while. ALT+TAB to Google Chrome and the first thing I saw : "THE BIDDING HAS ENDED, PRINTER SOLD FOR $11"

at that time, my face was stuck for about 10 minutes in this expression:

After I cried for a while (did not actually happen) I was so determined on getting a new printer, I decided to find another one.

I looked around ebay, and found out that there are actually a lot of people trying to sell off their old junk for really cheap prices. I was pretty happy. I found this one printer that has not been used for 2 years and ran out of ink, but bidding expires in the next 3 hours. Starting price was 1 dollar and there was only one bidder : "chance" I thought.

So I returned to MONOPOLY and played around for an hour, helped my sister copy photos to my mum's digital photo album and before I realized, there was only 40 minutes left until the bidding ends, and there was still only 1 bidder. 

By the time 20 minutes was up, I was fully prepared. I showered, went to the toilet, drank a can of RedBull, fully awake, one hand on mouse ready to click 'bid' and the other hand in my pants I mean, on the keyboard to type in a value for bidding. 2 minutes to go. Still 1 bidder. 1 and a half minute. Still 1 bidder. Then suddenly I got distracted and ended up at Google searching for a timer app for my phone, but then I remembered about the auction and looked back, 45 seconds to go, I screamed out, "SH*T"

I suddenly clicked 'bid' and typed in 2 dollars. The screen went blank indicating a new page was opened, then something unexpected happened: I WAS NOT LOGGED IN TO EBAY! GAAAAAHHHHH

However, 2 years of having the same password for every login page I know had helped me out, I typed my password in as fast as I could, and returned back to the bidding page with 30 seconds to go. 2 bucks. bid.

"ANOTHER MEMBER HAD BID AT A HIGHER VALUE, YOUR BID WAS DISREGARDED" message came up, and I panicked. I put down 3 bucks. bid. the same message came up. it said the last bid was 5 dollars. I bid again, 5 seconds to go. 6 dollars, and with superhuman speed I reached for my mouse, aimed it at 'confirm' and clicked. Time felt like it was moving 10 times slower. blank page.

The page reloaded, and it says, "bidding has ended. printer sold for $6". At that second, I lifted my arms signalling victory and satisfaction. I felt pretty proud of myself.

So that was the story of how I bought myself a 10 year old printer that has not been used for 2 years for $6. Later on I told ET my marvelous and epic achievement: 

ET: "so.... do you know if it's still functioning?"

me: "well, no. but he did say it was still working 2 years ago"

ET: "to sum it up. you wasted $6 buying a printer that probably won't work anymore, without knowing whether it was compatible with your operating system, from some bloke you've never met before?"

me: "yup," I said in a tone that a person would use when he was in the proudest moment of his life.

ET: "you are such an idiot."

So I just sent the seller a message, and we are planning to meet up tomorrow at 1 outside Target. At least I get to meet him in public. That way he can't kidnap me, kill me and eat me for dinner.

Let's hope the printer still works. My $6 I've been saving up the last year will not go to waste!

WISH ME LUCK!

Struggle in the lecture theatre(s)

Wow, I can't believe the whole semester, no, the whole YEAR has already passed. Felt like just a weekend. A thrilling, fun and life-changing weekend. 

So there you go, for most of the people I know, we are only a month away from completing first year of university! oh man time sure flies when you're having fun, or struggling to adapt to the sudden change of lifestyle..

ET had recently told me that she was interested in reading my blog. I told her to read the whole thing from the start so that she gets the gist of the format of my blog, such as the purpose of writing my blog, why I don't use emoticons, or why I use LETTERS to represent people's names in my stories. ET then said, "blogs are not meant to be posts that people have to look back to and enjoy, each and every post should be as good and as unrelated to the other so that people who just recently found it can enjoy it straight away"

She had made a really good point, and looking back over what I've been posting lately, it had finally occurred to me that I have not been doing so well in terms of creating a good blog. When I read people's blogs I do not read back to their very first post. So I would like to go back to the main theme of this blog - that is telling screwed up stories of me.... screwing up. 

To be completely honest, the story that most people seemed to like the most, the story of the missing M, was the peaking moment of me being a struggler, and no story that I can think of can top it off in terms of me being a retard. But since we are in the topic of ending first year university, let's recap to a story relating to the new method of learning that I was not (and still am not) used to : lectures.

It was halfway through second semester, and clearly I wasn't still able to successfully juggle my social life with uni life, and so I tend to forget my schedule for lectures and tutes. I had almost forgotten to go to my Physics lecture once, but luckily I remembered. So I went to our usual lecture theater and took a seat in the middle of the back row. I was a couple of minutes early and the seats were filled fast with people who I don't seem to recognize. The first thing I noticed was that we had a different lecturer. I thought to myself "oh right, this must be the new lecturer everyone was talking about". Then I looked up and saw the projector was displaying a slide that said 'trigonometric functions'. As the lecturer was getting prepared for his slides, I looked at my watch and thought "there's still a couple of minutes till the lecture starts, the slides must be from the last lecture."

So I sat there, my physics notes ready on the table with my pens, surrounded by people who seemed to be from a different stream. I looked at my watch as the lecturer starts to speak, "just in time" I thought to myself. And here was how the next 5 minutes went down :

Lecturer : OK, get your books out and we'll continue on Trigonometric functions

Everyone pulled out their orange calculus 2 books and at that time, I just made a mind-boggling realization. I WAS IN THE WRONG LECTURE

student next to me :dude, forgot your notes?

me : uhm, yeah sort of... listen, I just remembered I had to go somewhere can I get out? sorry

So there I was, right in the middle of the row struggling to walk towards the corridor.. making loud noises while people stare at me. I walked down the corridor to the door and noticed my friends who happened to study Calculus laughing and pointing at me. When I reached the door, I hid from the lecturer, dropped my bag on the floor and gave my friends two middle fingers, and I ran to the actual physics lecture.

A few minutes later, my friend texted me: 

St: "mate, 5 minutes of the lecture too boring for you?"

me : "haha nah mate, I was in the wrong theatre!"

St: "......you're a crazy man. I approve of this."

Just last week, I was early to my physics lecture again, just played pool with my good friend MB and thought that I should actually rock up to a lecture for once. I waited for the last lecture to finish, and I went in. I looked around the theater and saw some faces that seemed familiar to me. I looked to the lecturer and realized that it was the same old lecturer who lectures Calculus 2. Some of my friends who don't come to my stream of Physics lecture came through the door, I thought, "these guys don't do physics.... wait, deja vu..... ohhhhhh right."

So yes. throughout the whole year I am still not used to this new teaching concept called lectures, I guess it takes a while for a struggler to learn new things, just like my breadth subject from last semester.

me, just a week ago: "I think I'm becoming more logical lately"

ET : "haha good for you, but wait, why now? You did 'Logic' last semester"

me: "hm yeah, I guess it took me 3 months to finally catch up with the subject"

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On a different note, I received a nice photo taken by T this afternoon. Seems like the MAXIMA logo that I asked him to buy for me from eBAY had finally arrived, if you've just caught up with my blog, please read the incident of the missing M post. 

props to J for the funny arrangement of letters

Can't wait to try out different funny phrases I can make with this set, along with the ones I have stuck on my car. 

So there you go, a post reliving some 'typical Adhi' moments that this blog has been lacking lately. For those who just recently tuned in to this blog, I hope you enjoyed the post and I hope you look forward to many more posts to come!

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!

Romance, it's all a mystery

I have noticed how I have been using the words "noticed and realized" very often in my posts, so let's try a different expression

it has come to my attention that I am sitting home alone writing a blog on a Friday evening.
it has come to my attention that I am 10 lectures behind of schedule and my exams are only a week away.
it has come to my attention that there were many people (not including me) were completely trashed at uni today
it has come to my attention that SECOND SEMESTER IS OVER!!! YEEEAAAAA, and finally
it has come to my attention that more people are getting into relationships.

I have described myself as a struggler at driving, at making grammatically concise sentences and at pretty much everything I do. But in my opinion, I find myself to struggle the most at understanding the emotions of those of the opposite gender.

My friend CB (no it's not Chris Brown or C*ck Blocker) had written a very sensitive and public message to his ex-spouse:

‎"So (X), I hear that you have somebody else in your life, I know it has been a while since we went our separate ways. The way I see it is I have two choices. I either beat the sh*t out of him or I totally forget
about you. But there is no use in any of those because none of them is gonna bring you back to me. I remember like it was only yesterday when you took me out to the park and kissed me in the rain. It is normal for somebody to remember their first love?
Cause i never got over you."

naww how sweet. HAHAH JUST KIDDING IT WAS A JOKE

but still, if only I was able to pull off something like that...

I asked my friends why I find it harder than others to approach girls or become closer to them, and they said:

G: "you're too nice to other girls"

E: "you're too indecisive"

T: "you're fat."

I find T's advice to be very honest and helpful. 

But yes, come to think of it, I tend to change my mind very often. One second I think she's the perfect one for me and the next second I look the other way. Do people find it hard to make such a decision? Or have I not met 'the one' yet? Am I supposed to take some sort of leap in this situation? Or just let fate decide?

If there is one thing to take away from this post, it's this : I guess I am just a hopeless romantic.

Hrmh, I'm not feeling it tonight. I don't feel like posting an extremely long post. Maybe because I'm tired from sitting in the sun the whole day. So I'll post a nicer post tomorrow.

CYA!

A waste of a night

I'm writing this post because I woke up to early. Woke up 40 minutes ago, yeah at 6.40am. why? I'll tell you why.

As I was walking along the train station to my car in the car park yesterday after uni finished at 5.00pm, I was planning the whole night for myself:

1. I swim
2. I blog
3. I study
4. I blog
5. I skip 3.
6. Let's get started on 5. first.

So yes that plan would've pretty much filled the whole night of doing something. But none of those things happened.

I got home, ready to go to swim (the outdoor swimming pool opens at 5 and closes at 7 so I had to leave immediately if I want to swim under the sun) but somehow my hand reached for the television remote instead. Turned on the TV and walked to the fridge. Got some food, sat on the couch and pretty much neglected swimming.

After eating, I felt pretty guilty so I went upstairs to study for compensation. Turned on my laptop and suddenly I felt really tired and sleepy. I don't know why but my brain was ALMOST SHUTTING DOWN. ok not really I just really did not want to study.

So I thought, yep let's take a little nap, I went to my bed and went to sleep about 2 seconds later. It was 6.00pm

The next thing I know, I woke up at 6.40AM. I SLEPT FOR 12 HOURS. WHAT. THE. HELL. the whole night was gone, all that I planned on doing (mostly study for exams) were not done! When I woke up I realized that the sun was out. If I didn't need to pee I'd probably slept till 7.50 and miss my first class again. They really should put 'struggler' as an option for special consideration for exams.

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Somehow, the dream that I had the night before is still in my mind, usually I can't remember my dreams so when I woke up I was pretty surprised. Here was how it went :

The first thing I remembered was that I was back in Year 12 and I was at a tutor in some dude's house in the middle of nowhere, I had just finished my tutor at 7.00pm and I needed a ride home. So I asked a friend but he just suddenly drove off. what a rat. I looked around for a way to get home. No trams, buses or trains around. So I texted my dad. The second the text was sent, my dad came out and told me: I've been waiting in the car in the parking lot downstairs. There was a parking lot downstairs? I did not know that (how sweet of my dad btw) before I realized, it was already 11.00 (in the dream)

I remembered in the car that there was a friend's party that EVERYONE is going to. So I told my dad that I need to go home first to get ready etc. When I got home, EVERYONE WAS AT MY PLACE! turns out they got sick of the first party so they had the afterparty at my place. I do not know how they got in there or how they assumed it was ok to have a party at my own house without my consent. But whatever, I thought positive and enjoyed the company of my friends for the rest of the night. The next half an hour of my dream was just simply hanging out with my friends at my own home, like we usually do in real life. I don't want to sound corny or anything but during that half an hour I felt secure and simply. happy. Those dreams that make you feel like there is nothing to worry about, like you are living in the moment and just the feeling of enjoying some quality time with friends, was all that I need for me to have a decent start to the morning.

So there you go, an odd but heart warming (at least for me) dream that helped me get through the worst part of every person's morning. Getting up. Now off to Uni, NOT LATE!

LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT POST!

A Morning full or awkwardness

My morning today was quite unusual. Well except for the fact that I didn't turn up to my lecture again and ended up having to catch up online....

My mum woke me up at 6.45 because she thought it was 8 already. Seriously who does that? What a family of strugglers. So I went back to sleep til 7.45, and I got ready for uni.

My dad is leaving to Indonesia this morning for business, so after a couple of hugs and goodbyes I left the home later than usual.

I arrived to my train station at 8.50 and my lecture was at 9.00, yeah definately won't make it this time so I was just planning to set up my laptop to the uni's wireless internet, which I did.

So at the platform everything was pretty normal, me listening to my ipod while checking out a chick on the other side of the platform, when someone I least expected came up to me and said hi, my brother. Because I left a bit later than usual, my brother caught up to me and we ended up waiting for the same train. Do you know that half-asleep feeling when you're just waiting for your brain to turn on, and don't really want to talk to anyone? yeah we were both in that state. So we said hi, and minded our own business.

Still waiting for the train to come, another person came up to me. This time it was the most random encounter I've ever had on a train platform, it was the dad of my friend, let's call him X. Still in the state of half-asleep, this was how the conversation went. (things in brackets like this represent what I was saying in my mind):

Me: oh hey! (ok so far so good, now say something nice)
me: Haven't seen you in a while! (NO F**KING S**T YOU LOSER why would you see this person often?!  quick, change the topic!)
X's Dad: Yeah it's been a while.

me : (ok ok, lets fix this up.. hmm what to talk about... oh yeah his son!) So how's uhm..
(HOLY CRAP! I dont remember who's dad I am talking to! UHMMMM is it F or L?! AAAGHH IM COMPLETELY BLANKING! JUST SAY SOMETHING!)

me: uhhmmmm... yeah. (WHAT! DONT JUST SAY 'YEAH' YOU RETARD)

So the guy I am talking to, the dad of so-called X, stared at me for about 5 seconds, waiting for me to finish my sentence, and finally realized I have no idea what I was talking about.. so he just said "yeah good"

X's dad: "yeah F's coming to visit your uni soon" (OH MY GOD I KNEW IT WAS F'S DAD! DAMN IT!)

Thoughts were racing in my brain as the train arrived in the platform and slowing down, "what to say now? do i keep talking or just face away and walk in the train?" I looked at him and realized that he was entering from a different door. "THANK GOD" I thought.

me: "ok i'll see you around" and I went into the train with my brother.

my brother : "who was that?"
me : "F's dad"

my brother then gave a face not really expressing shock, more like, a 'what the f**k' look. I gave him one of those awkward turtle gestures to show how awkward the conversation was.

my brother : what the hell is that?
me : don't you know? awkward turtle!
my brother : ......... you're lamer than I thought you are.

The next 40 minutes in the train was still awkward between my brother and I. We stood next to the door of the carriage opposite of each other, and I tried not to make eye contact. Remember, eye contact means engaging in a conversation. So for 40 minutes I was facing left looking out the window, minding my own business.

My brother left a station before mine, and thus my awkward morning has come to a conclusion. One thing to say about the morning : I am no longer half-asleep, nor will I ever be for the next 24 hours.



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so up till 2 days ago, I keep telling myself, "why are you writing this blog, no one's even reading this stuff" but as the day passed, people are starting to tell me, "haha adhi your blog is pretty good! keep writing!" and from then on I never hesitated to write a new post.

What I'm trying to say is, I was very close to stop writing this blog, until the support of my friends motivated me to keep writing. I would really like to thank those who've been reading my blog and those who've been talking about it, because I made this blog for the readers, and without them this is just a mere website talking about the failed attempts of a struggler at being... normal.

Well that's about it for now, I really should listen to the lecture I am in right now.

CATCH YOU SOON!

Struggle with the new laptop

hmm.. what was I about to say.... oh yes. THE LAST POST WAS SO CRAP!

I read over it (seriously this is becoming my new hobby) and it made me feel so depressed and guilty for making you read such a bad post. So now I would like to make a new post to compensate for being an idiot.

I have noticed how my posts made a pattern. It goes like this: bad > even worse > really crap > not worth reading etc. so I believe I NEED TO LIFT MY GAMEE.

Staying at home the whole day without doing anything was probably the reason I've been acting a bit odd. I like to go out and talk to people, or doing anything really.. Anything that gets me out of STUDYING. so in a nutshell, I am a procrastinating freak.

Today I've been trying to figure out all the new and fun gimmicks of my new laptop, and there are some good discoveries, along with some bad ones:
- today was the first time I played around with a fingerprint sensor, IT IS SO COOL signing in has never been so easy! internet explorer can save username and password information using the fingerprint sensor, so if I want to go on facebook I dont have to type anything (except for the actual facebook website) I just swipe my finger and GOOD TO GO! but sadly internet explorer is... well.... an absolute piece of crap so I wont be using that feature

- the webcam can also be used with a face recognition software, so I registered my face in the database and it can detect it so I can sign in without touching my laptop! It's pretty cool and I'm addicted to using it, I put the screensaver to go on after 1 minute of not using the laptop and make me sign in again so that I can use the face detector. yes I am extremely bored. But most of the time it takes a couple of tries. I don't know, maybe my laptop is so angry that the owner has such a weird face. You know what they call asians right? "you all look the same" well why don't I bring this laptop to uni tomorrow and put that to the test?

- I just recently (by recently i mean 1 second after I bought the laptop) realized that the resolution is only a mere 1280x800. High def laptops can go up to 1920x1080. Playing games on full definition laptops would be heaven. (given that the hardware of the laptop can actually keep up with the image rendering and all that, unlike my old laptop). So when I found out that my laptop can only give such low resolution, in my mind I said, "hmmmm ok so let's check the resolution..." (opened the resolution info page) "alright..........hmmmm.....wait.... what..................F**K"

- My old laptop was running on Windows XP, and my home PC runs in Vista. So Windows 7 is pretty new to me. I'm still trying to work out how to change the settings on this thing. I wanted to connect my phone via bluetooth and it. was. a. struggle. In my old laptop its just as simple as clicking 2 buttons. I paired my phone with my laptop and suddenly a menu popped up showing me all these random signs and names and options : would you like to connect this as dial-up? would you like to create a network using this device? would you like to kiss my ass? (if that one actually came up, I would marry this laptop). Turns out now my phone is working as an internet dial-up modem and everytime I try to connect anything, my internet just automatically connects to my phone, even though it actually has no relation to the internet.....

I have left this laptop on the whole day, and I am starting to become a bit worried about how it's holding up. The laptop says it is in a 'healthy' state but those things always lie. It tells you it's 'healthy' one second, and the next second it blows up. So lately I've been noticing some weird noises when I'm sitting down typing away on my laptop. It's a sort of a cluttering and creaking noise, sounds like something's struggling to hold up with whatever pressure I've been putting on it. I looked at my laptop, listened and the noise is still there. I looked around and finally found the source of the noise. Seems like I'm too heavy because my chair is really struggling   to hold my weight. Gotta lay off the fast food. or just food in general.

So yeah, the whole day I've caged myself in my room worshipping my laptop and actually studying for the first time the past 2 weeks. Got 55% for my internet assignment and pretty unhappy with it. I guess that's what you get for sleeping in and not turning up to lectures. or drawing pictures and annoying the person next to me when I am actually in the lecture.

I really do doubt that I can last a single day without having a chat with a friend, so I am really looking forward to going to uni tomorrow to engage contact with the local community (and to test the asians look alike hypothesis).

Hope this post is good enough for me to feel satisfied about myself so that I can go to sleep. If not then you shall be expecting a new post soon! If not, then I shall see you tomorrow!

BONNE NUIT

to f**k or not to f**k?

did the title grab your attention? It's a little misleading, just like most commercials or news headlines to make you read what the author's trying to say.

You may have noticed how many times the word f**k has been used in this blog. I used the word most of the time in quotes, and although it's a bit vulgar, it's still funnier than if the word is not there.

Those who don't know me personally would think that I am a person who don't swear a lot right? hahahaha funny. No I am quite the two (or maybe even multi) face. I act differently around different people, and in different situations. For example I totally grease my family off and after a couple of years of doing it, it became a habit. So  now if you see me talking to my parents, you'll be saying 'that's not Adhi'. But it actually is, it's just not the Adhi that you usually hang out with.

Same with this blog, my friend B described it, and I am quoting " brings out a different Adhi, a more deep Adhi. deeper than the valleys of Indonesia itself". Clearly he was kidding but when I read over my posts (yeah I did it again) I realized that the way I talk is different to how I normally speak in person. Why? I don't know. Is this me being just who I am? or is it just me trying to become a different person, a person who does not swear, a person who does not pull off lame and awkward jokes, or a person who is not like the idiot I have been describing throughout this post, the so-called struggler? No one knows.

Well anyways that was a little sesh of DNM and now let's go back to the main topic.

Believe it or not, I used to hate swearing. Yeah say all what you want, but about 4 years ago I used the words, 'freak or fudge' for the you-know-what word or 'sugar' for the other you-know-what word. Then slowly I became a little bit more comfortable to swearing, saying it casually when I hit my pinky toe against the table corner or when I got an F for a test, or even when a teacher told me to do my button up, followed by the word, "you".

But then early this year, I attended a mystical, fun and crazy event called Science Camp, and from then on, I changed. A few weeks after the alcohol and party games-fuelled weekend, I started to act differently, more party-like, and of course more vulgar. The word I used to despise using were spewed out of my mouth every two words and people were starting to wonder, where did the Old Adhi went off to. Here is a short conversation between my two friends ET and JH and I:

ET : you know what, you've been swearing a lot lately
me : f**k yeah, it f**king makes me sound more f**king mature
ET: no it doesn't, just stop.
JH : man I still remember when we first met, you were so nice and innocent
me : STFU YOU SLOB
JH & ET : we miss the old Adhi

and obviously since then I've grown a little less vulgar, but the tendency of swearing still hasn't gone away. Lately I've been thinking of whether to put swear words or not into my blog, sure it sounds rough and immature, but it sorta does put across put the emotions that I am trying to depict in certain situations. I probably won't swear in my actual posts, but like what I've done before, I might slip in a few during conversations of quotations. Besides, why should an 18-year old act so mature anyway?

So there you go, a little brief explanation as to how the 'nice and innocent' Adhi became the person who wrote this post, with a little touch of deep personal opinions to add a little 'zing' to its flavour.

I was planning to make this post a bit funnier, but I'm not feeling it today... maybe a funny anecdote about uni tomorrow may compliment this boring and awkward post. Now to install iTunes on my new laptop and then watch the NEW EPISODE OF HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER!

SEE YOU SOON!

One push of a button...

Sitting in the middle of a children's play area alone in Officeworks opposite Chadstone waiting for my laptop to start working again, all I wanted was to post the stories I've come across during the day in my blog.

So how did this happen? First we need to go back a couple of hours earlier.

Today was the first day of uni since I've started my blog. And I've noticed how everyone complimented my funny stories and how I helped them get through a boring and uneventful weekend...... HA! not really..

Uni is still pretty much the same, considering how NO ONE reads my blog. I woke up late as usual, rocked up to my lecture half an hour late as usual, made a racket while trying to find a seat as usual, and forgot my lecture notes at home.. as usual.

Today's weather was almost as awesome as yesterday so after my 12pm lecture (which finished at 1) I went to the uni lawn and chilled there with a couple of friends for lunch. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I realized that I promised to be home by 3 to go look for a laptop with my parents... it takes 1 and a half hours to get home... WOOPS.

So I hurried back home and before I had the chance to say a word my parents kicked me out of the house and we left to look for laptops.

My mum suggested to go to the Officeworks near our house in Glen Waverley and so we went. We looked around for the laptop I wanted, a VAIO S-series but they don't have any in stock. The dude who helped check for us told me to go to Harvey Norman instead, which was the original plan...

On the way to Harvey Norman near Chadstone, my mum realized that the main store for Officeworks is actually right next to it. She laughed idiotically and I just stared at her (yeah I wasn't paying attention to the road) I guess struggleness runs in the family..

We went to Harvey Norman and found this TOSHIBA laptop which was twice as fast as the VAIO i wanted but costs about the same. I was really, like.. REALLY eager to get it but my mum told me to wait for my dad to decide so we did. We spent 30 minutes waiting for my dad until my mum suggested to check the Officeworks next door.

We checked out the place, and damnn it was at least twice as big as the one we went to before. HUGE collection of laptops, and this other TOSHIBA laptop caught my attention. 13.3 inch screen, Intel Core i5 processor 520M, 500 GB hard drive, 4GB RAM and 512 MB dedicated NVIDIA GeForce 310M graphics. I'm not much of a tech expert but for 1200 bucks THAT IS A HUUUUUGE BARGAIN. The TOSHIBA laptop from before was 1500 bucks and it actually had worse specs hahah

So we ended up buying the latter and completely neglected Harvey Norman for their crappy deals. I wanted to get home as soon as possible and try this bad boy out, but mum wanted me to try it out in the store instead. The only power supply they had was next to the children play area so I had to sit in this one tiny stools that kids sit on while the draw on the table using chalk. I pushed the on button and the laptop went into one of these configuration setting modes that apparently most laptops go through. It rebooted and went back to configuration mode and rebooted again and configured again. This process repeated for another 5 times until my dad told me, "I think you broke it"...

ONE PUSH OF A BUTTON. JUST ONE. AND I BROKE MY NEW LAPTOP. what. the. hell... I decided to wait for the laptop to finish the never ending chain of rebooting and configuring. After 20 minutes my mum and dad got bored and left me alone in the store. And that's where we left off..

I sat there, alone, waiting for my laptop to start working. During that time, I tried to make use of my time. I drew pictures on the table with chalk, but people started to stare at me so I stopped. A really good looking girl who was working there came along and I stared at her. She stared back at me so I stopped. I start taking my clothes off but people were screaming and trying to escape the building so I stopped. There was a computer with internet connection not too far away from where I was sitting but I was afraid that someone would take my precious laptop away if I leave it alone for a short session of freedom.

2 HOURS HAS PASSED, and FINALLY MY LAPTOP REBOOTED FOR THE LAST TIME. The desktop appeared for the first time and I tried out some programs to make sure it is FULLY functional. Then, as fast as I could, I packed up, stormed out of the shop and RAN TO MY CAR to get home quickly.

So that was the story of how I got my NEW LAPTOP! The keyboard is a bit smaller but it's definitely manageable. So much struggle to just get a piece of machine. Yes being a struggler is not easy...

Very sexy and light, it's even shining!

Well anyway this boring story has come to an end and I realized how long my post is this time around. I actually had some more stuff to post but I guess it can wait. NOW OFF TO ADMIRING MY NEW LAPTOP!

BYE

The incident of the missing M

So here I am. Staring into the screen of my computer (my screwed up home computer that is probably infected by a virus because my laptop broke) with Facebook, MSN and Youtube opened. Clearly, I'm bored and PROCRASTINATING. So here we go:

I've been reading over my last post (yeah I've been doing that a lot) and I noticed how I've introduced my 4 closest friends and they were never mentioned. Instead I mentioned my other friend who sarcastically loved my first post and another friend who shared his awesome screenshot of the expression most people give me when words come out of my mouth. I'm planning to write a pretty long story so buckle up.

This is the tale of the missing M, and many other things that happen to have made my day miserable. Obviously when these events happened I didn't go around laughing my ass off for my stupid actions, but thinking back I find it to be a pretty good and entertaining story.

Some background story - E and I usually go for waffles during Tuesday nights because waffles are awesome. The waffles place is in Westfield Doncaster and we usually go straight there from the city (where our universities are located)

OK so my day started off pretty normal. I smack my alarm clock to put it on snooze about 400 times and I wake up pretty much 2 hours late for my first class. Left the house at about 9 and thought to park some place closer to Doncaster because, petrol is worth as much as...petrol these days. I went over to Box Hill for parking near the train station.. couldn't find anything. So I went to Laburnum for parking, none there. Then I went to Blackburn, and their parking lot is seperated into like three different lots so I spent almost 30 minutes looking for parking. STILL NOTHING. Then I thought to try again at Box Hill, thinking that someone would probably drive off during the 40 minutes I've spent looking at different stations. You guessed right, nothing.

I was pretty pissed at this moment, so I decided to go into one of those dodgy underground parking lots where you have to pay. To save space, the owners of the parking lot would thought it'd be a good idea to make the entrance and exit of the parking lot almost as wide as my car. So entering was a struggle but no accidents. YET. I went inside, parked and realized that I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH CHANGE. I had no other choice but to park somewhere else. On my way out, I went through that narrow exit and SCRATCH! the left front of my bumper fully scraped the wall. I ended up finding parking in a station on the other side of the town 2 hours later. 2 HOURS!

After uni, I met up with E and trained back to East Malvern to where I parked. Since Doncaster was about 20 km away I had no idea where I was going. Luckily E did. So we drove past this road I never went through and obviously, I took the wrong turn.

E : "YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TURN LEFT!"
E : "YOU NOOB! DON'T U TURN ON A MAIN ROAD!"
E : "CAN YOU DRIVE? WE'RE IN THE F**KING INCOMING LANE!" (ok this one didn't really happen)

So we turned into a small road and I did a 3-point turn (which I usually do perfectly) but after backing up, BANG! I hit a tree.

E: "@!$%!#%$#@ CHECK YOUR CAR!"
ME: "NO WAY MAN WE GOTTA BAIL"

We didn't end up checking the car, and we drove to waffles. On the way, however, we came across this T-intersection, and I was turning right. The lights were yellow and I told E that I'd make it in time..... FLASH we got caught by the camera. By this time, E was just so shocked by my epic struggle in life that he stopped bagging me. All I had to say was, "this better be some f**king good waffles"

At westfield, while waiting for our friend to come, E suggested me to check on the car, so we went. We looked at the back bumper and saw nothing, odd.

E: "dude there's nothing there"
me : "yeah this is making me feel better"
E : "haha yeah man" slowly looking up at my backlights "I reckon it won't be to- WHAT THE F**K IS THAT"

my heart sank, I looked up, and the nissan MAXIMA that has been used by my family for over 7 years turned into an AXIMA.

So there I was, sitting in a cafe eating my misery away in the form of waffles (which turned out pretty good) and drove back home, thinking back at my day of being a struggler. my day of being Adhi.

A couple of months later I told J and T the same story and they added a few comments later on: 

J : (after me telling how I woke up late) why would you wake up so late, don't you care about uni?

J : (after me telling how I went back to Box Hill) why would you go back to BH, you really think someone would just go to the city for 40 minutes?

E : yeah please just ignore the fact that Adhi has the ability to think straight

T : yeah that's totally Adhi

J : (after me telling how I scraped my car) yeah seriously, how did you get your P's?

J : (after me telling how I lost my M) whyyy the hell did you bail? what, did you think the owner of the tree would want his branch back? (a very valid argument, by the way)

T : HAHAHAHAHA YOU NOOB WHAT A FAT F**K

and so yes. The story of the missing M is coming to a conclusion. I looked for that M a couple of weeks later, I guess someone was in a desperate need of an M badge and took it.

now wasn't that a nice story? A PHRASE TO DESCRIBE THAT DAY: typical Adhi.

well, sleep is important so I should probably head off. Getting a new laptop tomorrow, so excited! 

GOOD NIGHT!

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT INCEPTION

Just got back from swimming, and boyy was it fun.


I've realized how I add a new post ever 3 seconds since I've started blogging. Well you know how when you find a new toy you play around with it really often (NO this is not a dirty metaphor) and then you get sick of it after some time and never play with it again? yeah this is what's gonna happen to my blog I'm guessing. 


But since I am still in this 'wanna blog about every part of my life' phase, why don't we just enjoy some fun stories about my expedition to the swimming pool?


Who knows how to pull off a butterfly properly? you know that swimming technique that's really painful to do? I can't do it. I tried to do a lap of butterfly just then, and people were staring at me. I see a smile on the lifeguard's face (who was actually pretty babe) and kids who were sunbathing were giggling like crazy. Hmm maybe it's a sign. Another struggle moment. 


Anyway, I tend to think about random stuff while I swim. This one time I thought about what would happen if the very thought of religion never existed. I don't want to get into that because I am not philosophical and people would just think of me as more of a struggler if I told them my retarded and incomprehensible ideas. Anyway today my mind somehow sidetracked to Inception - that movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio about mindf**king people in their dreams. I watched that movie about 3 months ago and up until now, I've been thinking.. why is it called Inception? where in the part of the movie did the bad guy got 'Inception'-ed? Ladies and gentlemen, after 3 months of trying to figure out the most obvious part of the story, I finally figured out how Inception worked in the movie. And after finishing my 10th lap, I just made a face so seriously retarded that people laughed at me (again) while saying "OHHHHHHHH so that's what it was". Struggle count since I made this blog : 4. I think I struggle more than this person: (thanks B for sharing this pic)

on to a different topic: I've always thought of myself to be a good story teller. A friend of mine was telling me how he reacted to my first post on this blog, and I am quoting "(I) simply got infatuated by the poetic nature with which u write, so much fluency, passion and emotion, much like shakespeare.." He was being sarcastic. (well I thought he was). Yes sometimes I believe that I do tell a tale in a sophisticated and well-thought out manner, I thought my first post was not bad.. But after reading my second post...... UHMMM no.


I guess as the title of my blog suggests, I am still trying to learn the nature of social communication (actually I should change it to " A reason for me to practice enlighs AND social communication skills" but it would sound  weird so I'll just keep it that way) and so these first couple of posts may be BORING, LAME AND EVEN OFFENSIVE. please forgive me. 


WELL that was a good blogging session, now off to study for my exams! 


SAMPAI JUMPA

EMOTICONS! yay or nay?

ok so the heading tells us that this post is about emoticons... but it's actually not. We'll come to that topic later on.

I've spent the last 15 hours trying to think up of a funny post to put up here and I'm having a mental blank. Before I made this blog I've had so many things to talk about but I've lost them ALL! well the emoticons thing is one of them but it's not really that.. funny. or interesting, in fact. But anyway I'll just talk about stuff for the next few paragraphs

So I've been trying to improve my blog by reading other people's blogs (pretty much stealing their style and ideas) so that its more 'fun' to read. I've realized that many people post pictures and videos in their blog and I reckon that it's a pretty good idea. But I don't know how to post pictures up so I'll just leave that till later.

What I'd like to do in the near future is put up some funny anecdotes about my friends. I'll try to keep them anonymous (well, somewhat. but it's really not that hard to figure out) by using LETTERS to represent their names. Let me introduce you to my 4 closest friends:

E - always pull funny jokes and comments out of nowhere, a person who always thinks positively. I look up to him for his optimistic view of life in general.

J - a super genius child prodigy who succeeds in everything he does. Whipping out corny and lame jokes is his special move. I look up to him for his self discipline and well.. lameness.

G - always fun to be around with, the person I'd turn to when I am having problems and is always there to help me out. Sometimes a little fob like me. I look up to her for her workaholic and 'always putting others' need first than her own' nature.

T - a person who although worries a little, is always giving me a good laugh and with E, they always tend to put up a good show. I do not look up to him. HAHAHA just kidding. The dedication and care he puts towards his friendship with others makes me want to become a better friend to everyone.

OK so that's the introduction, and whenever I come across a funny story of these people I'll post them up.

Now. back to the main topic.

Reading other people's blogs I also see many people using emoticons - pictures/faces created using keyboard characters (e.g. =D). I'm wondering whether I should use emoticons in my blog. For those people who know me, I use emoticons pretty much in every sentence when I type, but I'd like to act more mature and not lame in my blog. But using emoticons are a great way to express emotion, especially for me who always forget adjectives or words that describe.... anything.

So I shall think over this issue that I am faced with, and now I am off to swim! the weather. is. AWESOMEEE!

AU REVOIR

(ps. i've thought about it for 2 seconds, and I've decided to NOT use emoticons)

why hello there

SO.

Lately (well actually since about 5 years ago) I have noticed how everyone's getting into one of these things called 'blogs'. So after a couple of years (again, about 5) of peer pressure I finally gave in to making one of my own and join the trend. Even though the trend has probably changed since about.... 5 years ago.

ok so my name is Adhi. Uni student living in Melbourne and in a nutshell I am a struggler, as what most people would call me. I struggle with everything I do and I really don't mind, since I tend to give everyone a good laugh (haha) and I reckon practice makes perfect right? So in theory, if I struggle often, in a couple of years I won't be such a struggler anymore yeah?! I read over that last paragraph and it did not make any sense, so that's another struggle to add to the list. 

I heard from people that blogs make them feel... SECURE, HAPPY AND SAFE. (wait the first and the third word means the same) well what I'd like to do with my blogs is to make OTHERS feel good about themselves, knowing that there is a dude who struggles more than they do living in this world. 

Most people use blogs to let out their emotions when they're well.. full of emotions. Some just do it for funny ones and some, like I would like to use my blog, use theirs as an e-diary. I discovered this revolutionary (not really) and ground-breaking (yeah, not really) concept from one of my favourite blogs from Indonesia (oh yeah I'm indo, did I forget to mention that?) by a dude who's just a couple of years older than me. The general idea is that he used his blog as a diary that people can read. First I thought, well that's stupid, aren't diaries supposed to be private? But once I start getting into reading it it's actually pretty good. I laughed at his struggles in life, and I plan and hope to do the same to you, readers of this blog.

SO.

That was my introduction, and I hope I didn't bore you with this little ramble on blogs. I promise the next few posts are more interesting. 

CIAO!