Minggu, Juni 28, 2009

Only two posts this month?

Okay, this month I've abandoned my blog for quite a while and that's why this page doesn't seem to change since the last time I updated it, which was about two weeks ago. I had many ideas that have been popping in my head and by the time I was about to write them down, they were gone. There aren't so many things that I want to write for this blog post so I'll just continue with a standard type of essay. Okay I'll write things that have been happening for the last few days, or weeks. I'll write these things in no sequential manner.

 

There was the Canteen Music, an event that occurs regularly on Wednesday, taking place at my campus' canteen. This event has been running since last semester. But since June is already the month of holiday, the canteen has been less crowded and there has been less people who volunteered themselves to play music for that event.

 

Seeing this chance, Me and several friends of mine (Me - guitarist, Sonya - vocalist, Haido - percussion/vocalist) made a small group and called ourselves MICymphonia (lol, by the time I wrote "MICymphonia", the song I was hearing was titled "Symphony") and tried to play four songs: Beautiful (Round Table feat Nino), Flying Without Wings (Westlife), This I Promise You - NSync, and Hanya Kamu Yang Bisa - Tiket. It went well except for the horrible melody part of "This I Promise You" and the extremely tiring chords of "Beautiful". Imagine you have to play hanging m7 chords for a song which runs on a 2x90 beat non stop for three minutes (okay, you didn't imagine it, I know. but trust me it's hard).

 

Another event was the interview for the future PMB committees. It went well except for the fatigue that had been accumulating in my body since the night before: I had had a futsal sparring against people from Microsoft in Semanggi. They were also coders, they also looked geek, but hey, they really could play futsal and trust me they are pro. The game ended at about 11 pm so I had to spend the night at one of my friends' apartment (i really mean it, an apartment) to be back at the campus early in the morning.

 

The last week of June, at the 24th to be precise (wait, that's not really the last week, but never mind) was my father's golden birthday (1959-2009). For the present, me and my sisters gave him a photo frame complete with a close up picture of him in it. He's a really great father indeed.

 

Guess I've written quite a load of ideas, maybe this is the time that I stop writing and save my other ideas for the next entry. It's time to study Pumping Llama.

Sabtu, Juni 13, 2009

Gilang Bhagaskara dan Gilang Bhagaskara

Di Facebook ada seseorang yang bernama persis dengan gua, yaitu Gilang Bhagaskara. Begini salah satu sesi chatting kami.

 

Gilang Bhagaskara (the other one): lo pernah di kasih tau sama orang tua lo nggak,arti gilang bhagaskara itu apa
Gilang Bhagaskara (me): yaa.. cahaya matahari
Gilang Bhagaskara (the other one): kata bokap gw, bhagaskara=matahari pagi, sedangkan gilang dari kata gemilang
Gilang Bhagaskara (me): lah
Gilang Bhagaskara (the other one): jadi gemilang matahari pagi. indah ya?

 

Indah sekali lang, sungguh indahnya nama kita. *terharu*

Rabu, Mei 27, 2009

The Aftermath

contains inappropriate language

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Hey Manure,
My name is Lionel Messi, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day losing in football matches. You are everything bad in football. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any medals? I mean, I guess it's fun making fun of people because of your own lack of skills, but you all take it to a whole new level. This is even worse than losing to Everton in the FA Cup.


Don't be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I'm pretty much perfect. I was top scorer of the Champions League, and starter on my International team. What sports do you play, other than "jack off to Cristiano Ronaldo free kicks?"? I also win La Liga, and play in the Champions League final (I just scored; Shit was SO header). You are all faggots who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.

 

 

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Hey Catalanfags,

My name is Cristiano Ronaldo, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day worshipping Puyol's ass. I was godlike at our match today and I have successfully assraped Puyol that I got a yellow card. I mean, cmon he was so macho at that game I got aroused and shit was like going well between us I almost forgot we were in a football match. When I realized it, the ball was coming at me and it got blasted away by Puyol, again and again. Then I continued to assrape him until fergie swapped my position with roonery.

 

Don't be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I'm pretty much perfect. I was last year's and was about to be this year's top scorer of the Premier League if only I played against Hull City. Shit got wrong and Anelka stole another one of my title for this season. In our match today, I was so sure to score from that only free kick if only Giggs didn't jack off to his shitty kick and say "you'll get your chance next time, honey. next time. make it a goal next time" but there was no 'next time' for me. So I continued to rape your defense with my godlike stepovers and flips until the ball gets tackled away and I lay down crying.

 

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"wtfdidtheballhitthepost"

 

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"shit I only got subbed in, tackled someone to death, gets a yellow card, and loses the game"

 

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"whosyourdaddy now? boys, show me your ass"

 

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"no, not there, a little bit lower. can you do the same to my butt?"

 

 

(compiled from various sources)

Jumat, Mei 15, 2009

Just wanna post it here somehow

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This is what you get from entering the faculty of computer science.