Something That I Hate: “About Me”

December 11, 2011

On the last entry I told you that finally I registered myself to one of the dating sites, which now I never touch again. Well… First because I got really bored there, and second, it asked me to pay! So, I might as well left that site.

Anyway, I am not going to talk about the dating site again, because I am not into it. There’s one thing I found out really hard to do when I fill out the profile section. “About Me” form!

If you look into the “About Me” section of this blog, you might recognize my inability to write description about myself. I don’t know why but I think when you write something about yourself in the “About Me” section it was kiind of misleading. You will make the reader thought that you’re just like what you described there, whilst actually different people has different perception about you.

It should be: “My Own Perception About Me”.

The second part isn’t easier… It’s about what things interest you? How could it possible for people to actually fill in this form? What interest me? So many yet so few. I like music, but I don’t like dangdut, for example. I like food but I don’t like several core ingredients like those from onion and garlic family. How could you summarize what you like and dislike in 500 characters? That’s insane.

Seriously, sometimes I think Clive’s 3500 words assignments is so much easier than to sum up my life story in 500 characters.

But the hardest part isn’t coming yet.

It’s the “WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR”

Geez.

Isn’t that too obvious? I am looking for a prince charming in a shining armor, riding a white horse and speak ancient Elven language. His name might be Legolas. Or better, if he speak ancient Elven language with a British accent… and his name would be Sir Legolas of Mirkwood.

It took me years to think about what I would write there, but anyway… I forgot what I have wrote there. I might have left it blank >_<. But when I think about it again, what should I write there? What would I write in a form like that if I want to be very honest and blunt about my types? Hm… It would probably be like this:

I don’t care if you’re a girl or a boy. I don’t really care how old you’re as long as you’re a legal citizen, because I don’t want to get jailed because of dating an underage. I don’t care what ethnicity or race or nationality, but Elven is preferable.

If you don’t know Oasis and Blur, you might be too old or too young for me. If you know it already and you don’t like it, we would be having a lot of arguments about what good music is. If you’re a fan of Justin Bieber, you might want to know my ex, I can introduce you to her. But I like someone who can play musical instrument, because I can’t. If we’re not a match but you can play guitar, I would like to befriend with you so you can teach me how to play guitar.

If you choose the Fast and the Furious over LOTR, we’re not going to watch movie together. Especially if you think that Transformer is a better movie than Fracture. I am not a fan of Romantic Comedy though, but Love Actually and He’s Just Not That Into You are exceptions. I hate (500) Days of Summer, and people who said that there’s a similarity between me and Summer, so although you might think so just shut your mouth. I chose pop corn over nachos. And plain water over soda.

You don’t need to bring me to fancy restaurants, especially if you’re a chef. If you cook and then clean the dishes, that’s so much better. The best is, if you can also do laundry, house cleaning, fix the plumbing system, and drive. Oh.. no. Wait… The BEST is, if you can massage!

I don’t care how tall you’re, but just a warning, I LOVE high heels. If you’re not tall enough, I wish you’re confident enough. That’s fine. I don’t mind if you don’t do exercise that much. I don’t even care. Just be healthy, because it’s useless we’re doing this if you die soon. So, you don’t need to be all slim and slender, but check your cholesterol rate and your blood sugar -_-”. Oh, and have a HIV check too if you’re serious.

You don’t have to be fashionable. Please dress properly. I mean, it’s painful to my eyes to see your underwear everywhere when you bend down. Buy a real pants. Or a pair of cute underwear.

I am a liberal. And a democrat. I expected someone who won’t limit my liberty and democracy. I don’t want a preacher lecturing about how I should live my life. Seriously, you’d be friendzoned in a second. And I don’t need someone who corrected my every word, or reminded me about the meme i used in my daily conversation. Basically, I need someone who talk, but know when to shut.

Anyways, if you read this and you still interested, then you can send me message.

Cheers.

Wanted!

December 10, 2011

After some small talk with Denise few weeks ago, I found out that she actually registered herself to a dating site. Seriously? She barely touched her facebook but yet she’s on a dating site? I asked her whether she was really desperate or something, but she said that it wasn’t out of desperation. Then she kind of preached me about the 21st century dating or something.

Well…

After she talked to me like that, it occurred to me that 80% people that has a deeper connection to me was those I know from the internet. I met si Onyed, and mr. Atheist online, and they were and still are the closest person to me. I met Miiya and mr Nottingham in real life, but we actually talked more online. Even for friends… like AK, for example. I befriended her… online.

That makes me think… Should I join a dating site as well?

Oh my gosh… you started to giggle now.

I know it sound so desperate, but I tried to make it as neutral as possible. Okay? So, few hours after talking to Denise, I went home and I don’t know how my browser kept flashing this dating site ads. Out of curiosity, I clicked it. I mean, I just want to know if what Denise said was for real or not.

Well… actually those people in the dating site wasn’t all that bad looking. Some were actually attractive… but that’s the catch isn’t it? If these people are good looking and have good characters, why don’t they find someone in the real life? Are they too picky? Or they have some extra baggage (you have to watch HIMYM to know about this)? Or they just the unlucky?

Seeing at how many options there, it actually gives the chance for the picky to choose one that suit them the most. Like.. how old this person should be, how tall, what would you like for the color of the hair, eyes, or skin tone. Do you want this person to be asian, or caucasian, or middle eastern? Do you want this person to be able to play music or cook? Or do you want this person to be active outdoor or do you want a company who smoke drink and dance? Do you want to get serious or just fun? Kids or no kids?

See?

It’s like… One year of information gathering, saved up in one hour of reading someone’s profile. I am no fan of this actually, because I enjoyed the challenge to dig deeper into human’s mind and characteristics. It’s like a spoiler in a review for a movie, you’d know everything without actually experience anything. But… Hey! It’s still a place to go though…

After I see the dating site, I kind of changed my mind a little. Still not a fan of it, and I never opened that site again, but now I know why people go to that site. Sometimes, it’s just about finding an opportunity you would never find in the real life…

About Google Analytics

December 8, 2011

So it I’ve been installing this device on my blog since so long time ago to get information about my blog. Well, it’s not like I am going to sell this blog or monetize it just for the sake of it, but I just want to know, somehow, what’s going on in my blog, and who comes here every now and then.

I am a bit shocked today when I logged in, that Google Analytics changed the interface. Probably they want to synchronize with everything, because Youtube also changed its interface. Let’s see when blogger and the other google products would do the same thing to get them more integrated. But, apparently that’s not the shock of the day. I found this on the incoming query.

“superbyq.com pacar” or if it is translated to English, it would be “superbyq sweetheart showed there! It means, someone typed “superbyq.com pacar” on the search engine and it led them here to my blog. I don’t know if there’s two person searching the same thing or it’s just one person doing the same thing twice, but Google Analytics recorded two visits from this search.

Still, that wasn’t the shock of the day.

I continued my analytics analysis when I found out, several pages after that “superbyq.com pacar” there are:

What the hell is going on there? Am I having a stalker(s) here? Why did someone so interested if I had a lesbian relationship or not? And actually dig deeper (see from how many pages they visited)?

Holy Mama.

Dude! LOL. I am so sorry that I couldn’t give you any better reaction than LOL. Why don’t you just leave a message somewhere in this blog (since I have a guest book, open comment space, and now a message board too) if you want to know something that personal? Of course I spilled some facts here and there, but wouldn’t it be better if you just ask me?

However, I am so thankful for your coming here. I am so glad to know that someone concerns about my life here.

I hope my entry today, spoiling your searching history won’t make you offended, because, of course, that wasn’t my intention. I just want tell you: “you can ask (NICELY)”

About Customer Service

December 7, 2011

I love AMAZON.CO.UK

I know it sounds like I am giving a free advertorial for them, but they deserved this review.

Few days ago I bought a watch from Amazon.co.uk. You know I lost my watch when I was in London and the replacement hasn’t yet come, for one and so many reasons -_-”. I need a watch, a digital one, because I am not too good with analog watch. So, when I found that pretty digital watch at amazon, I just bought it. It was cheap because it was on sale.

Yesterday, the package came. It was in a really good packaging. A neat box with a tightly closed seal from amazon. Inside the big box, there was another small box. The product box. For the watch.

But WTF?

The watch wasn’t functioning at all. Was that the battery? Was that the watch itself? I don’t know what happened, because as far as I know, when you’re buying a watch, it comes with the battery. So I called amazon.co.uk.

No.

They called me.

So, they have this funny button at their customer service page, to ask them to call you. There are two buttons to be exact. The first one is the bootycall button so they would call you right then, and the other one is the “wait 5 minutes” button. Of course I took the booty call!

And it worked!

The second I clicked that button, my phone rang. Although I expected them to call, I was quite shock of how fast the response was. It was an automated call. I had to wait for about three minutes before a man actually picked up the other line and talked to me about the product. So I explained the whole thing.

No fuss.

He told me, that apparently the watch was sold by the third party who worked together with amazon, so it means amazon didn’t have the stock of that particular product. The only thing he could do to help me was to refund all my money.

He didn’t ask me whether I want to get a replacement, or saying that it might be difficult or bla bla bla…

I want to live in this country. I want to die here.

When I was in Indonesia, I had to come to one phone provider counter and made a scene just to make my request to be heard. I had to fight with so many customer services and got nothing…

And here…

He offered me to get my money back.

Amazon.co.uk also paid for the delivery when I need to return my package.

I know I was a little bit disappointed because the product wasn’t exactly what I wanted it to be (damaged), but their customer service was the best I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. THAT is what I call the big company!

We Are Not Londoners (3)

November 29, 2011

I think this is the part that most of the readers have been waiting for. I am so sorry to make you wait because I tend to talk about too many irrelevant things, and blabbering about unrelated stuff that actually makes the entries full of nonsense. Even the introduction of this entry has bored you already, huh?

Maybe I should just start now.

So…

I just told you earlier that I won the competition. It was a one day experience of having a makeover and hair styling, and you will have a professional magazine photo shoot session for free. However, I just realized AFTER we book a session, that the image wouldn’t come for free. I think I have to make that clear, so that you won’t ask me for the pictures I took there.

Denise and I went there after a day strolling around the city. Well, we didn’t stroll actually, because London is a busy city and everybody walks so fast, you would feel so funny and slow if you just stroll. And we were late for the appointment, because it was not that easy to find the studio. We walked to the wrong direction, and just headed to the opposite way, so we needed to call them to get us to the right place. Silly…

We had to wait, because apparently there are lots of people in queue. There are about 3 groups before us, so we needed to wait for about an hour to get our make over session. The waiting actually wore us out a little, so when it came to my time getting a make over, I almost fell asleep. The make up artist laughed at me ( I hope she won’t get offended) because I did that.

Well…

It was not my first time getting a full heavy make up on my face, but I never found myself that pretty. In Indonesia, they have a completely different way to put make up on my face. I dare say, that in Indonesia they use a little more conventional way, so they apply the same method to everyone. Lucky for those with beautiful features on their face because they don’t need much correction, but some who needs correction won’t get the best result that way. Denise and I got a different style, so the make up artist treated us a bit differently too.

Mike is our photographer. He’s a skinny guy with a disturbingly sexy British accent. Denise said he’s cute, but he’s definitely not my type >_< He was a bit in a rush, probably because we were the last client, and it was Friday night! But he tried to be very helpful, knowing that these two Asian girls were not a professional model -_-’ We got roughly 40 individual shots each, and around 20 double shot.

*talking about shot, it reminds me that I bought a shooter in London’s souvenir shop. It has my name on it!*

Our photos are nice. It’s too bad that we don’t have enough money to buy all of the images. Denise said, she would probably marry a rich guy, so she would take another session and next time she would buy the whole CD. LOL.