NAME: Bryan LOCATION: West Djakarta! BIRTHDATE: July 18th SIGN: Cancer ETHNICITY: Batak HEIGHT: 173 cm WEIGHT: 70 kg CONTACT:myranselbaleno@yahoo.com YM: myranselbaleno
10-11 Januari 2003 di Arena PRJ Kemayoran, Jakarta
Bisa mulai dibeli mulai hari Senin, tanggal 9 September 2002 di agen-agen resmi. Satu-satunya ticket agent yg online adalah detik.com
Alamat bakal di-rush nih kantor detik mulai Senin jam 9 pagi... SIAP, SIAAPP!!!
Harga mulai Rp 2000K (VVIP) sampai dengan Rp 250K untuk Festival II (berdiri). Yang males ngantri, bisa kontak gw deh. Tunai, lho ya. TUNAI alias CASH. ^_^
:: Ayo, ayo..siapa yg mo ikut jualan aksesoris F-4 (Meteor Garden) di kontainer boss gw nanti saat konser berlangsung...Ikut, ikut, ikutt...klo ga bakat dagang, nitip barang juga boleh. Asal jangan 'barbuk' alias barang bukti.. aja ya! ::
6 Deskripsi ttg elo, versi gw: (kenapa cuma enam.. karena ini tanggal keramat milik si empunya)
1. Miss GTG Gultik, Teh botol, Gorengan
2. Chat addicted, puisi, nulis jurnal harian sedetil-detilnya kae' Choki-choki (eh kayaknya gelar Miss-nya nambah atu lagi nih! Miss Choki-Choki!... makanya tiap buka weblog dia gw slalu sedia secangkir Nescafe' dan (dulu!) dua batang kretek idola
3. Bisa pusing klo ada kamera tapi engga dimanfaatkan dengan maksimal! Hehe, yg ini ga usah diterangin lagi..terutama yg udah pernah ketemu ma dia di gathering yang lalu-lalu.
4. Ceria, spontan, tapi juga sangat moody-an (eh, yg ini bener ga ya? :P hihihh)
5. Shoppin' gal!...Gila deh klo nemenin dia belanja (inget tgl 31 Maret 2002 lalu, Nie...)
6. Lelet... (baca: klo bikin event, hobinya telat... klo ketemu temen lama di jalan, suka lupa ama yg 'di samping'...
sowi* Nunceh...tapi kamu juga sadar 'kan? He,he, he)
Yang gw inget, jasa-jasa beliau ini cukup banyak... Nunceh ini yg 'menjerumuskan' gw ke dunia weblog, menyalurkan hobi nulis gw...
Ya, daripada bosen ditolak melulu sama majalah ibukota...punya blog sendiri ibarat gw adalah redaktur yg bisa dengan seenak udelnya ngisi apa aja untuk 'majalah' ini.
Dan secara ga langsung juga... mempertemukan gw dengan [batuk batuk kecil dulu,..ehm, ehem...] ..siapa lagi klo bukan dengan Venus! Dan dengan semangat itu pula, Nuniek yang not a girl not yet a woman ini slalu nodong traktiran ama gw... Uh, dacal* ga pamrih luh, Nie. Ihik.
Gile isi blog gw hari ini udah kayak pidato pembukaan pejabat Orba banget!
Ehm ehm,.. suka suka gw dong klo mo nitip pesen, Venus... 'Pa kabar? Aduh yang punya hobi baru... sayang, gw ga bisa liat kamu webcam-an kemarin. Hiks!
The old man came to me and said, "You don't look too well, Young Man."
"Yeah, I am not well, Old Man."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Not sure. I seldom talk to anyone about myself."
"And why not?"
"Why should I? My problems are just that... mine, other people need not worry about 'em."
"But you've got them people worried about you."
"Why should they?"
"Why shouldn't they? You don't look too well, even to me."
"And what do you care?"
"It is my job to watch people."
"You're just an old man."
"With a pair of eyes."
"With a pair of eyes."
"And a heart."
"And a heart. So what's a heart good for?"
"You can love with it."
"Love... such a strong word."
"Everyone loves."
"Sure does. With a heart. And what if one doesn't have a heart?"
"Don't you have a heart, Young Man?"
"Maybe. I'm not too sure anymore about anything. I used to take things for granted. Now things are being taken away from me."
"Ah..."
"Things that I treasured. Things that gave me strength and hope to live on. Things that I well took care of.
"Including love."
"Including love."
The old man smiled. "See, it wasn't so hard, was it?"
"What?"
"Talking to people."
"Guess not."
"Whatcha gonna do with those things?"
"I dunno. Sit on 'em for a while, I guess."
"But you no longer have them."
"Hey, you know what, you speak too well for an old man."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Silence.
"So... you got any suggestion, Old Man?"
"Nah. You will solve your problems yourself. You always do."
"I always did."
"You always do."
"Like I said, I'm no longer sure 'bout anything anymore. Tell me, does being lackadaisical help? I'm kinda tired of trying when nuttin' seems to work."
"You know too well it doesn't."
"Yeah, guess not."
"So why are you?"
"None works."
"Perhaps you're just not trying hard enough."
"Not hard enough??? Well... perhaps... I don't know."
"Now you tell me, when did you start being a quitter? A defeatist?"
"I never did."
"Oh yes, you did. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here having this conversation."
"Old Man, you're being too smart for your own good."
"I'm trying."
"A quitter, huh? It can't be that bad, can it?"
"You tell me."
"Damn."
Silence.
"Gosh, I am a quitter now."
"You know what they say, it's never..."
"... too late. I guess you're right, Old Man."
Smile.
"From now on I will keep trying. Well, try to keep trying. Trying hard."
"It's never too hard."
"Right. Glad you came, Old Man. What brought you to me anyway?"
"I watch people."
"Why me?"
"I watch you."
"Well, gee... for a moment I thought you were just a normal old man..."
We locked eyes, his surprisingly warm yet distant.
Pura-pura sibuk..tuh, cari-cari serifikat kursus masak bagi peserta yg usai belajar. Padahal udah tahu klo mo difoto sama Mas Luhur, tetep aja nunduk... qiqiqiqq
Nah cewe yg di samping kanan gw.. nah itu yg namanya Lastri. Wah, jadi ga enak neh, dikelilingi mahluk mahluk wangi! Makanya biar PD gw make kaus nya *ehem*... Hehehh, sowi Cak!! Nanti gw kembaliin koq. ^_~