Being in the capital city has always given me the idea of meeting famous people. I didn’t think I would get excited when I met them. I met Aa Jimmy, the impersonator of Aa Gym, in Dufan a couple months ago and I didn’t get all jumpy or excited about it. I didn’t even ask for autograph or take a picture of him. Maybe because I didn’t have a camera back then, but still if I have one I won’t be interested. But never have I thought of meeting Mr. President’s very own son, Agus Yudhoyono, would be a very different thing.
I couldn’t remember what I had for a dream that night. But it was certainly not meeting Mr. President’s son.
Few days before the pleasant unexpected event happened, I entered a form to join a seminar which I didn’t know what the topic was about. In spite of my lack of information about the topic, lots of my friends join the same seminar so I thought it will be fun if I go too. At 8 a.m. we went together to the auditorium. By the time we got there we were surprised to see a large number of TNI AD, AL, and AU. Apparently the topic was The Future Defense Leader. No wonder…
After a short coffee break, I pick a seat at the fourth row, while the seat in front of me is already taken but no one was there, I only see a bag on the seat. Not long after that, a man came and sat there. A friend next to me told me eagerly that the man sat in front of me was Agus Yudhoyono, The President’s son.
At first I wasn’t so sure, but as he turned his head around I recognized him. I got soooo excited and desperately trying to take a picture of him. But of course from where I sat I can only see the back of his head =______=
This is my desperate attempt to take his picture
I texted my mom and she told me to take a picture of the two of us. When I told my friend about the idea of taking pictures together, she encouraged me even though she knew it was an embarrassing idea. I considered all the possibilities of having a chance of a lifetime to take photographs of Mr. President’s son and the opportunity to lose my face in front of public.
I was so obsessed that I hadn’t been listening well to the panelist. Not that I understand what they were talking about. I mean, really, they completely lost me since the beginning. Well it wasn’t really my fault, how am I supposed to understand such heavy words only understandable by doctors and mid forties, especially bald people.
I almost gave up by the end of the seminar when suddenly some people approached Mr. Agus Yudhoyono and started to take pictures. Quickly I grabbed my friends hand and move toward Mr. Agus. I asked him to stay for a while to take some pictures with us. And……. I made it!! Well, actually we made it, because the picture wasn’t the two but the six of us… nevertheless I managed to grab the opportunity of a life time and be in the same frame with Mr. Agus Yudhoyono. Yei !
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Senin, 02 Agustus 2010
Mr. President’s Son
My Stupidity 2
They said curiosity can kill. Apparently it’s true, well in my case it almost kill Polly. Who is Polly?? Or you can say: what is Polly???!!!
Polly is my 1by1.5 rug. I’m sure you’re all shock: You named your rug??? Of course not, that name is already written on it, if you ask me, I wouldn’t give that name; I’ll name it Sukiyem instead. If you forget which rug I was talking about, you can see it in my previous writing; Asrama UI.
However, that morning tragedy happened due to my shallow curiosity. To be honest I rarely iron my own clothes back home, so I felt very proud of myself to see the fact that I’m ironing my own cloth in such early morning, even though I only have to iron two pieces of cloth. Being too excited, I added two more clothes, shirts which is already ironed but a bit wrinkled in some places.
I was ironing on my rug when suddenly I felt something sticky. I ignored it and kept ironing all my clothes. By the time I finished ironing two of my clothes, my curiosity grew because I felt that sticky sense repeatedly. The scientific part of me took over and I felt as though I need to at least perform an experiment to see what was sticking into my iron. Apparently it was the brainless me that took over, I didn’t think twice before putting my iron on the rug. When I picked it up, it stuck to the rug. The weird thing is that I felt satisfied for like 3 seconds knowing what was sticking to my iron the whole time. Unfortunately those 3 seconds passed and smoke started to appear on my rug right where my iron was. Panicked, I blew the smoke with a small fan nearby and I use my aromatic pesticide to get rid of that burning smell (dangerous, I know, but I have no other choice).
I turned to my iron and saw something terrible at the surface. The flawless new iron’s surface is now covered with the pattern of Polly’s hair. I was afraid it was too late for the ruined iron that I cannot use it anymore. So I decided to call my mom asking how to clean up such mess. She laughed at me—I would laugh at me if I don’t feel so stupid—and told me to use a knife or a scissor to clear the iron.
My Stupidity
Me and my stupid desire to be well-known is the one who should be blamed for my most brainless action this very afternoon. It was the gathering to talk about this year’s dorm project which was held at 1 pm inside a gazebo. It shouldn’t have been called a gazebo if I must say. I thought gazebo was supposed to be made out of wood and seemed to be a cool place to hang out in. This gazebo was nothing like it. It’s better to be called a porch because for one thing it’s not from wood and it’s an elongation of the building. Moreover, they put some tables and seats in it.
Enough for the criticism, because apart from whatever it has been called there’s no relation to what I’ve done…regretful and embarrassed, that’s exactly how I feel right now. For me and—once again—my stupid desire to be well-known had brought me into this mess.
At about one thirty, me and my friends arrived at the “gazebo” where this so-called-meeting took place. We were a bit late due to our curiosity of the library and got a bit lost on the way home. However we were still welcomed to join the meeting which was apparently just starting.
We discussed few topics like who will be in charge of running the projects and an open recruitment for them. There were two projects opened for discussion, the closing ceremony and the social service. Already they had three candidates for each project so we only had to pick one of them to become the chief project. It didn’t took very long for us to come up with one name which we all agreed to be the most competent person for the job he/she had to handle well. Khalis was chosen in charge for the closing ceremony and Aziz for the social service.
Being chosen as the person in charge, they instantly open a session for recruiting more members in their team. The first recruitment was held by Aziz. Many many people raised their hand to show supports; an agreement to be his member. I personally wasn’t really interested to become one because I was concerned about how much time I have to spend handling such event. But still my will to become someone and not just a no-one had pushed me to at least be more active and become a part of something. So I decided to join the next event, Closing Ceremony. Although I’m still not sure what was the event like or should be, I didn’t really care, but now I deeply do.
After Aziz had finished recruiting, it was Khalis’ turn. First he opened recruitment for an event organizer. When he asked who was willing to voluntary becomes his member I instantly raised my hand. To my surprise, no one else did, it was only me and a boy with the initial M which I was frankly a bit afraid of. Sometimes he can be a bit aggressive or maybe it’s just his accent that gives that kind of look. Either way, I don’t really feel comfortable working with him. So I quickly lowered back my hand. Unfortunately it was too late for me. A friend already saw me and because no one else raised their hands despite the fact that Khalis desperately looking for someone to be the event organizer, she pushed me to raise my hand again. There was nothing else I can do. I was—tragically—chosen to be the event organizer while I have no clue what to do =.=. The scariest part is that now I have to work with this M boy to organize this event. Hiks. This was all due to my stupidity of wanting to be someone T.T
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