It sometimes baffles me how

It sometimes baffles me how the prol mind works. I have to do this chore, a site for a client (that’s their old site). And I need to show some work tomorrow. So I get up early and waste the morning blogging, and going to the post office. Then I waste some more time going to the shops for food and a storage box. Then I chat with some people. Then I start doing ANOTHER chore, something I’d never do… (anything to keep me from doing my duty) clear out a box of collectibles (cuttings, articles, photos) to put it in the storage box I bought. I end up reading half the articles and smiling at the pictures and reminiscing about the good old days. So around 2 pm… I reluctantly start on my original chore. Sigh. Now it’s 4.30 and what am I doing? Blogging again. I have NO discipline. Good thing I’m not a freelancer. Prol needs to be harnassed, locked up in an office all day.

Hey…now we’re truly going global:

Hey…now we’re truly going global: a new logger, ‘weblog wannabe’ from Jakarta, Indonesia. Selamat datang, Firda! Apa ‘weblog’ dalam bahasa Indonesia? (Saya tidak bisa bahasa Indonesia.)


So yeah, one of the things that really pisses me off is being raised bi-lingual (Dutch/English) when I could have been tri-lingual. (Indonesian). I understand basic Indonesian, very basic, far less than I understand German and French and other European languages. This is infuriating, when you are 50% Indonesian and it’s essentially your ‘mother tongue’. On the other hand… knowing German and French is more practical.


Must. stop. logging. and. get. to. work.

I’ve been glued to my

I’ve been glued to my log for the past few days, so it was good to get out and have drinks and dinner at The Waag (Society for Old and New Media) with a very old friend, an ex colleague from my days at Museum Catharijne Convent. The site does NOT convey the museum’s exquisite beauty: it’s located in a medieval nunnery in the centre of the city of Utrecht, an amazing place to work in. It was good to find out that not having seen each other for at least 4 years, and me drastically changing careers and both having gone through a relationship, didn’t matter. We picked up where we had left things, and had a grand old time. A great girls’ night out.