08 October 2008

this strange attachment...

Today, i got to tour a construction site of an office building in town done by a friend that is currently working with me. It was a great experience. I can feel his excitement, love, and this strange attachment to this thing called architecture that probably only us can understand. It reminded me again why I am doing what I am doing right now. It is really a silly profession. A passion, a curse, that made me staying up till 2.10 am doing things that I was not really obligued, professionally, to do, but still did it because I just 'morally' felt needed to. No, I do not consider myself workaholic. I will never get a wife if somebody read this, but I will still say it anyway: it becomes your baby, you know, just like Nk and Fi with their new baby. Weirdo! Hahah. One visiting architect in school mentioned about having that strange attachment too. It is that kind of a maternal relationship you have with the building you have been working on and have to release it to the owner when construction is completed. It's like a parent nervously sending a son/daughter off to college. There she goes, you are on your own.

In that trip, I was also happy that I could bring our two new interns who just got here from Kazan, Russia. They just got here last Saturday and probably still felt a little bit disoriented in a new place halfway from their home, literally and figuratively. I think I will try to befriend them as much as possible during their stay here. They reminded me of my time interning also in Shanghai. I felt estranged and dreaded at first for being in totallly new place. But I was very fortunate then to meet some really good people. I had a great time there both at work and after work hours exploring the city. Oh, I miss my friends over there, Dong Chen, Rabbit, and several others.

Now, back to the Russian interns again. They are staying in a hotel in downtown. And of course, they mentioned how strange that our city center was so quiet at night without any night activites. They had to walk so far on their first night looking for food and only got to eat some hot dogs. They said, it was the opposite of the urban life in their hometown in Kazan. Yeah, as a matter of fact, it was also very different from other big cities in Asia and Europe. But still, I think, this city, this place has it's own charm. Anyway, I gave them a quick tour of places they could go on our way back to the office. And then, I told them about the coming presidential debate tonight and how it might be entertaining for them to watch. They just smiled and, I think, sarcastically talked about their recent presidential election and how nobody really care. She even didn't know the name of the new president. I think their new president is Dmitri Meyedev or something like that. But that response was interesting and unexpected for me.

Ok. Next thing that will be exciting for me to do is to interview Prof. Wd together with Trs about our coming election, will keep you posted.

30 September 2008

The Black Side of a Baby

So, I have to write my blog right. Ok, what's happening these past weeks. Early morning at am today I sent Wenny to the airport, she was leaving for good. Time past by very fast in moment like this. I still remembered picking her up when she came two years ago. This morning we spent some great time together at the airport’s coffee shop and just had fun browsing her Facebook. Now I think again how funny that last hours were. Most of our times together were also spent in coffee shops in town. She would always study or do homeworks and I would just chill out reading my books. I have seen her grown up and really admire this little sister who is also occasionally psychotic. Unlike her older sister, who is ALWAYS psychotic. Hahaha, what a family. Well, a couple hours later, we hugged and said good bye. I was cool and said “see you back in Indonesia”, but actually I was pretty sad. I am sure I will miss her a lot.

My roommate was also gone. He finally got a job offer and relocated to other city. I was actually happy for him. We have been sharing apartments for several months now, and have learned many things about and from him. One of those things is his smelly towel. :) Hahaha, just kidding. I like him, he is a good guy. We hang out together all the time. But one thing I really learned from him was his true heart toward God. Every night, he would sing and worship God with his guitar. He didn't have a good voice, but it's the inner passion and desperate pleas to God that really moved me. So every night when he started singing, I would cringe but would later be reminded inside my heart, whether I have prayed that day as well. Thanks 'ndre. I hope he didn't forget to send this month's rent.

Finally the highlight of my week is Tiffany. Tiffany is the latest addition to this city and our family here. She is the newly born daughter of our friends Niko and Fiona. I got a chance to visit the one-day old Tiffany yesterday. It was a blessing to see the greatest miracle of life. So tiny, so peaceful. Everything was great up until they started changing the baby’s diaper. I saw for the first time the baby’s black poop. Yuck. But Niko was really good in changing the diaper. Egh.... God, do I have to experience that too one day? I hope I can find a wife whose main hobby in life is to change diapers. J



21 August 2008

video

Aug 21: I love making documentary video... just got back from covering our pecha kucha. Can't wait to see the result.

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