It’s been a long time since I truly write what I feel on my head. 
Too long now, my mind feels rusty and my fingers feel awkward typing something to express myself.

Well, what has been happening to me?

I got myself moved to another team. Well, the official process is “allocated” (I guess) to other team. It’s a good change for me on this new environment. At least the people is friendlier and the pressure is not felt too much. Well, the job loads are the same, but here it feels whole lot more like a team and less like a competition.

And I think I have made good contributions here: reactivating well here and there (one give me 1000 BOPD after reactivation!), helping doing economic lookback, workovers, etc etc. 

Feels like God really helped.

What else?

Oh yeah, my gundam collection is EXPANDING, and I really mean expanding. Almost two years ago I restarted my hobby of collecting gunplas with the MG Astray Blue Frame 2nd Revise, and has been collecting more and more ever since. My house now feels like it’s becoming a gunpla museum…that’s a good thing and a bad thing. 

Good thing because I love it. I love being surrounded by Gunplas. 
Bad thing because my small house now feels smaller :D 

Well, another bad thing is that I now frequently run into situation where my saving account is getting depleted fast.

Well, it’s getting worse last month when an expensive pre-ordered item came much, much earlier than anticipated, forcing me to reallocate my budget. I was forced to ask my wife for money (it’s my money anyway, but allocated to her).  

Oh well, this is life of a collector, I suppose.



2013, so far, has been a good year for me,

except in career.

This is the year my first son was born. A lovely, loved-by-everybody little miracle we call Ghazsan Kalhadar Hadi Prasetyo. Now 9 months old, he has grown into a strong baby with high curiosity and high mobility. His determination to stay close to his mother (my lovely wife) often surprise us; He would climb over his bouncer that we used to block him from leaving the living room. He will try to climb water gallon, boxes, anything that gets between him and the area beyond the living room and into the kitchen.

He also loves looking outside the homes, into the small garden and the road, looking at the vehicles and people passing by. It’s good that we have installed a wired door that covers the main door so that he can still see outside but can not go outside at will. He will always try to crawl outside if the doors are all open.

He is also a strong one, no cables or strings are safe from him. He even able to push water gallon while walking now. 9 and half months old and able to do that.

I am really grateful for God to be blessed with such a strong, healthy, and (people say) handsome child.

Make me glad that I have been half-sacrificing my career for his health. Or I simply cannot cope with changes and stresses in my new assignment this year. Or both.

You see, this year I was moved sideways to another team on the same floor. Same job, same tasks, but different things to take care for.

And I was promoted alongside it.

At first I didn’t consider anything wrong with that. Promotion, new job, hey, it’s going to be exciting.

Except not all of it is fun.

My new direct supervisor is a brilliant engineer, meticulous, and totally genius guy. Admittedly, I couldn’t cope with him. Then there’s this state of “new father zombiness” that I have been in (babies wake up every two hours, crying a lot, puking a lot), causing me to sometime totally zoned out. This infuriated him and thus we have been having a strained relationship since.
This state of zombiness caused me my works to be in state of mess when finished, causing my performance rating to drop, and make me ill all the time.

me in 2013 is a loser zombie.

Last night, I had the most deepest sleep ever since I got a baby. I think I am leaving the zombiness state. My baby is sleeping better now. He ought to be, he is already 9 months old.

Hopefully me in 2014 will be this way: fresh, work in full capacity, and not slacking off all the time.

Hopefully I won’t get a pay cut this year.


So, the 2009 election results had voted and decided to increase fuel price in Indonesia, therefore reducing fuel subsidies.

Pushing Indonesia’s inflation higher, people’s suffering deeper, and opening more chances for the reallocated money to be corrupted ten thousand ways.

But first, it will allow the “ruling party” to pull off the same trick it has to win in 2009: putting out political bribe to people, veiled in the name of Bantuan Langsung (Direct Cash) to people in value of Rp 150000/month/family. For four months only.

Which can be spent in a day. Which is worthless.

Also the “government” is planning to subsidize the company, owned by a party leader, that caused Lapindo Mud.

Which is why you have to scratch your head to all of this stupidity.

I have to scratch my head and shook it hard due to other reasons entirely.

The province in which I live in had been experiencing total blackout for more than 12 hours. 
Which is ridiculous. 


1. It is oil and gas and coal rich province

2. We have a refinery, which produces fuel, which powers generators.

3. it is one of the richest provinces in Indonesia.

And the city I live in is known for its humid and hot climate. And my home is a dead trap for heat with just windows for ventilations. You simply can not open windows at night at will.

So my baby Ghazsan, which now has adorable laughs, must suffer through a hot night, which caused my wife and my mother in law to suffer, which cause me to suffer.

Suffer due to his crying caused by a very very hot, torturing night.

So yeah, “government”, you suck. Big Time.

My baby hates you!


I have a baby (I know, shocking, right?)
He’s close to three months old.


Keep that in mind.

June 6, 2013, afternoon, my baby’s temperature is rising. My wife (yes, I have a wife, and she’s lovely) and I thought it was just normal temperature.

Later that night, the temperature reached 38 degrees celcius. We decided to bring him to hospital.

I thought it would be just a flu.

Nope, the doctor said that the little one’s throat is just fine.

She said that either flu or something else, something more sinister.

She then opened my baby’s pamper and started pulling my little one’s foreskin of his pee-pee. 

She then said: “This is the culprit, Sir and Madam. Your little one has small foreskin opening and his pee has been blocked, caused infection. Go see the surgeon. See if he wants to circumcise this cute baby.”

My eyes went wide. My wife’s too. We are such synchronized couple.


“Yes, sir, Circumsize”

“B-but..he’s too small!”

“Nope, it’s normal when a baby has Phimosis to circumcise the foreskin to lessen the impact of blocked urine. Go see the surgeon.”

We nodded, said thanks, and go to the surgeon.

The surgeon than come and did the same to my baby’s pee-pee, even more brutal. He pulled the foreskin far and caused small bleeding.

“Yep, Phimosis. I am afraid this may need circumcision. But let’s apply some salves first to it, alright?”


So we went home with a feverish baby. 
And all three of us were tormented for the whole night. He kept on crying, keep on feverish, and even refuse to suckle.

Saturday morning, after crying and crying and crying, my baby suddenly stop doing things. His eyes just look at me vacantly (and looks super cute while doing so). My wife started crying and almost screaming “my baby, oh my baby! Please! Please! Please! No! No!” and put her finger on my baby’s mouth, trying to separate the jaws. 

I was dumbfounded. “What happened??”

“Can’ you see??? HE IS STIFF!”

I was panicked, and grab my little one’s hands. They were stiff as logs. 

But he was still breathing. I immediately called my mother in law, put her on speakerphone, and let my wife’s crying to her.

The grandmother cried too and started telling us to put the baby on the floor, drip jeruk nipis juice on the baby’s mouth, and start pinching him.

5 minutes later the baby reacted.

We decided to go to hospital right away.

The baby then admitted to observation, given feverish medicine dripped through an IV, and thus began our week long stay at the hospital guarding and taking care of the baby.

My mother in law flew immediately to our town, his other, one week older grandson be damned (in the other hands, there are lots of hands that can take care that one, while there are just two of us mostly to take care of my little Ghazsan).

My parents also decided to come to help us.

After five days of care to reduce his fever and stabilize his health, the surgeon decided “IT’S CIRCUMCISION TIME!”

Morning, Thursday 13th, 2013. 

My wife carried my baby on her hug. She sat on a wheelchair. The nurse pushed it to the operating theater. 
The baby then left in the operating theater, alone with the surgeon and his helps. 
For maybe an hour, my wife was silently crying, tears on her eyes.

One long hour later, we were called. 

“Ghazsan? Family of Ghazsan?”

“It is done?”

“Yes Ma’am, please pick him up!”

My wife than picked our baby, already circumcised and crying. 

We were told “Please don’t breastfeed him yet, wait for an hour.”

So came another agonizing hour for my wife. 

Our baby was crying on top his lungs and my wife was unable to breastfeed him. 
She was told to stay away from the baby for a while, just to prevent her from succumbing to her motherly instincts.

My mother and her mother than took turn on picking my baby up, hugging him and soothing him.

I saw my wife crying. I rub her back to sooth her.

One hour later, she finally breastfed our baby.

And we were all happy.

Until six hours later, when we realized that the baby had not been urinating, at all.

After long deliberation, an army of nurse came bringing catheter to pump out the urine. 
My wife, my father, and me promptly left the room, unable to bear witness to the procedure. We can only hear the cries of my son being “violated”.

Afterward, my baby can urinate normally. 
Saturday, June 15th, 2013, the doctor said we can bring the baby home.
We were overjoyed.
We brought the baby home. 
And our joy was shattered once more when the power was out at 7 PM and the baby was found not urinating again for long time.

Hot, dark, humid home, and fear that there was a complication drove us to return to the hospital and admitted again to the same room we spent a week in.

The catheter then returned. I promptly left the room. 

My son was afraid to pee. The nurse also said that the baby’s urine indicated the he was not properly hydrated. 

So my wife promptly tried to breastfeed him more than usual.

And then another of my baby’s trauma reared its ugly head: he feared hard, long cylindric shaped thing being inserted into his mouth due to him being feed the hated antibiotic through a pipet.

He refused to be breastfeed through a hard nipple.

Our mind boggled, and we tried everything we can to force him to be breastfed. 

In the end, we succeeded. He breastfeed and urinate properly.

Then we took him home.

Return to our nice little, packed with things home.

But it’s a home. 

And now it’s a complete home with him return.

Look at how happy he can laugh!


Finally got chances to enhance lines on this baby with gundam marker, put on some stickers, and took pictures of it.

I honestly love the pose-ability of this remarkable master grade kit. Articulations are top notch. This kit is like gymnast compared to other kits (well, I only had MG Zeta Gundam 1.0 and GM Quell previously…). Strip it of its cumbersome shoulder pads and the jaw-droppingly awesome Tactical Arms II and you can pose it like an action figure of some kung fu fighters.

Put the knives on its fingers and you will believe that this is the ninja of Gundams, even moreso than Blitz Gundam. Two knives in hands, two knives at its heels, and two at its toes. Six all, ready to rip your GuAIZ or ZAKUs or even Destiny anytime. All it needs is the Mirage Colloid and it’d be perfect!

Put Tactical Arms II on its hands (and you need both hands or an action base), and its bad-assery is COMPLETE! The transformable TA II, in its most boring form, is a huge “sword” as big as the Astray Gundam itself. It can probably knock Strike Freedom silly for being such a ugly beam fairy or slice Legend in two like the genetic failures of its pilot that it is.

Or you can imagine The ABF using it as hoverboard like that Nirvash thing on the another universe. The TAII, afterall, has its own rockets.

TA II, on the other hands, has many other forms. The second most boring form is its Wing Form, how it’s normally attached on Gai’s machine’s back and used as propulsion and motion balancing. More exciting form is the standing gatling gun, where the “blades” of the TAII changed into stands and the gatling gun in the TAII’s middle is revealed. The Astray Gundam will hold the hilt and shoot away with the gatling gun.

The most exciting form of the TA II is when you separate the blades, stick them on each lower arms, and let the Astray plays with it like they are tonfas. Sharp, oversized, beam-bladed tonfas. Now the Astray’s image as martial artist is complete.

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