tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66137538195500337122024-03-13T19:00:12.607-07:00C'est le papillonJe suis comme je suis et j'ecris donc je suisDegahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-68174503061329761942013-03-17T00:27:00.000-07:002013-03-17T00:27:23.697-07:00Surat untuk Mama<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mama, sedang apa?</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Disini hujan, aku sendirian. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Semoga hujan membawa busuk hati ini bersama deras.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Semoga tidurku kembali nyenyak seperti masa-masa di Pejaten dulu.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sendiri, tapi tak sepi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mama, boleh tanya?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Boleh tidak kalau aku bilang lelah dengan semua drama?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kini aku tahu apa makna "ingin mati saja."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ternyata Popi juga pernah merasakan yang sama, Ma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ingin mati saja.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tapi Mama, kenapa harus mati?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Prancis pun belum kukunjungi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Korea tinggal sedikit lagi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tetralogi Bumi Manusia baru satu yang kubaca.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh iya, pengen bungee juga di Macau.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mama, Mama yang paling tahu betapa aku selalu menjadi yang ditinggalkan, dicampakkan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Iya kan?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mama salah satu pelakunya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kala itu Mama, kala itu. Aku tak punya pilihan. Tak paham keadaan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hidup berlanjut berkat belas kasihan orang-orang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tapi kini Mama, berbeda sungguh keadaannya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pilihan dan keputusan semua di tanganku, di tanganku.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Apa semua jadi mudah? Tidak ternyata.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Berlebihan kalau aku bilang aku tak pantas dibeginikan?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku bertahan, bertahan, dengan keyakinan kehidupan yang lebih tenang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tapi nyatanya?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sungguh jangan berharap terlalu keras, karena Tuhan tetap pemegang pena kehidupan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lucu bukan?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">DijanjikanNya keadaan lebih baik, dijanjikanNya tidak akan melebihi kemampuan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tapi bagaimana kita tahu?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dulu dan kini beda, Mama.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jadi tuntutanmu agar ku lebih kuat karena terbiasa susah bertahun-tahun lalu sungguh keterlaluan kurasa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Penasaran, sebenarnya bagaimana perasaanmu melihat kehidupanku di sini?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Malu? Kau bilang malu kalau aku menyerah?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Cih! Kata menyerah bahkan terlalu hina kudengar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kau paling tahu rasanya diinjak-injak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Atau sudah lupa bagaimana rasanya?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mengapa kini kau meminta aku menjilat semua rasa yang sama? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mengapa?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Seperti menunggu bom meledak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Itu hidupku kini.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jangan kau meratapi kalau ujungnya nasibku sama dengan Muna.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kau tahu yang kumaksud apa, Mama.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mama, Mamaku sayang,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku ingin tidur nyenyak, Mama.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku ingin hidup normal, bolehkah?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku ingin dipercayai dan dibela hingga kapanpun juga. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku ingin Mama berdiri di belakangku, kapanpun di manapun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku cuma punya satu Mama. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aku cuma mau satu Mama.</span></div>
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Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-88970394110242618192013-02-17T07:51:00.001-08:002013-02-17T07:51:12.707-08:00Surat untuk hati<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sungguh minggu yang tak terasa seminggu.</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pagi, siang, sore, malam terlalu cepat berganti.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Udara, air makanan masuk dan keluar tanpa sempat kusapa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tujuh mimpi pun semua kulupa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Telinga, mata, sungguh kasihan mereka.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ditempa, ditempa bertubi-tubi, tak henti.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hati, belum sanggup kuelus lagi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Maaf sayang, maaf. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kita harus bertahan, mengeraslah, membatu, asal jangan menyerpih lagi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sayangku hatiku, hitam juga warna.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Walau tak cerah, biar dia ikut mewarnai perjalanan kita.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tanpanya tak bisa kita mencumbu kuning mesra.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nyawaku, hatiku, batu juga ciptaanNya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bukan, bukan sesuatu yang hina.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Biar dia mengeraskan kita selama kita bisa bertahan bersama.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Batu juga, turut menghangat bersama sinar mentari.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hatiku, kotak pandoraku, biar kita tutup saja rahasia kita.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tak ada guna, tak ada kuasa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mungkin dia lupa sudah menaklukkan kita.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dengan semua janji dan tatapan hangatnya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Maaf karena harus menyiksamu lagi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Maaf kita harus menghirup rasa ini lagi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bertahan sayang, bertahanlah.</span></div>
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Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-37946800683534610792013-02-07T20:02:00.000-08:002013-02-07T20:02:17.411-08:00Tips dan trik mengusir energi negatif. Hahahaa..<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Berhubung ini adalah isu di awal tahun, maka demi tidak berpasrah diri bergumul di tengah lingkaran energi negatif maka pagi ini di grup chat yang berisi Dian, Anast, Dewi, Karin, Yeyen dan saya, pertanyaan dilontarkan.</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Inhale-Exhale (Anast)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mensyukuri kenikmatan yang gw punya, semuanya, bahkan hal2 yang kadang orang nggak ngeh itu nikmat (Yeyen)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Menggunakan nikmat yang bersifat materi; misal bikin teh, baca buku di kesunyian, dengerin lagu sambil berbaring dan cuma konsen ke lagunya (Yeyen)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Chat with crazy girls (Dega a.k.a Saya)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nagging ke kalian (Anast)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dengerin lagu yang jeduk2 dengan volume agak keras sambil mencoba 'cuci otak' dari hal2 yang negatif (Dewi)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Setel musik hip hop or RnB trus joget2 deh! (Yeyen)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Tips nomor 2, 3 dan 7 akan saya coba hari ini. Sounds nice and fun! How about you all? Have special tips and tricks? Mind if you share? ;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">p.s. Kemana Dian dan Karin? Dian kemungkinan besar sudah di kelas mengajar anak2 muridnya yang cilik2. Karin? Mungkin sudah di dapur hotel menyiapkan sarapan untuk para tamu. Hwaiting gals! ^^V</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-16844647341025317302012-04-25T22:46:00.001-07:002012-04-25T22:51:34.495-07:00Pernikahan dan Pelangkah(nya)<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
Pelangkah, sudah tak asing lagi di telinga. Saya tak ingat pasti kapan saya mulai mengenalnya, jika tak salah, 2006 ketika salah seorang sahabat menikah lebih dulu dari kakak perempuannya. Dia bercerita kalau salah satu rangkaian dari prosesi (persiapan) pernikahan adalah menyerahkan pelangkah yang kala itu adalah perhiasan emas.</div>
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Kali kedua juga dari sahabat saya yang 'dilangkahi' oleh adik perempuannya. Lagi-lagi perhiasan emas menjadi 'pil penenang' untuk si kakak agar tidak sedih karena tidak lebih dulu <i>laku </i>dari sang adik. Mengapa saya bilang <i>laku</i>? Agak kasar memang. Karena para orang tua bersikap bak pedagang di Tanah Abang yang menggantung daster dagangannya di depan toko. Tentu saja daster-daster pilihan yang dipamerkan. Daster yang lebih dulu digantung diharapkan lebih dulu dibeli tentunya, karena daster, jika terlalu lama digantung warnanya bisa pudar terkena sinar matahari, bisa berdebu hingga tak menarik lagi. </div>
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Lebih cepat anak perempuannya menikah, lebih membanggakan. Begitu kurang lebihnya. </div>
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Sang adik, yang merasa warnanya masih cerah dan bersih, seolah merasa tak enak pada sang kakak, <i>sorry nih Kak, aku dipajang belakangan tapi laku duluan. </i>Mungkin agar seolah terlihat sopan, sayang kakak, atau rendah hati, sang adik memberikan upeti pada kakak. Pelangkah. <i>Kakak mau apa? Bilang saja. Kuberikan asal kakak senang. </i></div>
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Saya sudah coba bertanya-tanya mengenai ritual pemberian pelangkah ini, konon katanya orang Jawa punya budaya. Kedua orang sahabat yang saya ceritakan tadi kebetulan memang orang Jawa. Kemudian saya temui lagi dua orang kakak yang kebetulan orang Sunda. Kali ini para kakak yang meminta pelangkah dari adik-adik mereka. <i>Dik, kamu kan melangkahi saya. Sebagai gantinya saya minta ini itu donk. Biar semua senang, semua tenang. </i>Kedua adik yang saya kenal dekat pusing, karena para kakak yang sudah bersama-sama begitu lamanya tiba-tiba berubah menjadi <i>preman pemalak</i> bak di pasar Senen saja. Mengapa lagi-lagi saya menggunakan istilah yang cukup kasar di telinga? Karena mana ada pemalak yang cukup puas mendapati hanya handphone atau jam tangan saja? </div>
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Adik saya menikah lebih dulu, bukan melangkahi. Karena buat saya, kami berdua bukan daster. Adik saya berbahagia, saya apalagi. Tapi mama ternyata mantan pedagang di Tanah Abang juga, khawatir dia. Seyakin fogging akan memberantas seluruh nyamuk demam berdarah,seyakin itu juga bahwa pelangkah pasti akan mendatangkan pembeli daster tertuanya. <i>Teteh mau apa? Bilang aja. </i></div>
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<i>Mama, aku nggak mau pelangkah. Karena menikah bukan sekolah, habis SD, SMP, lalu SMA. Habis kakak barulah si adik menikah. Jodoh itu tak ada rumusnya. Kalau nanti akhirnya aku tidak menikah, bukan karena pelangkah. Tapi karena ternyata rezekiku adalah tidak menikah. </i></div>
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Kepada para kakak di dunia, tahukah bahwa dengan meminta pelangkah kalian menunjukkan diri sebagai kakak-kakak yang payah? Tahukah bahwa kalian sungguh terlihat menyedihkan karena melampiaskan ketidaklakuan dengan menyusahkan adik-adik kita? Tahukah bahwa jodoh sungguh Tuhan punya kuasa? Tahukah bahwa bukan tidak mungkin pintu jodoh jadi tertutup karena sebuah pelangkah yang memberatkan para adik atau orang tua kita?</div>
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<br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-40898873527450925322012-04-25T01:28:00.001-07:002012-04-25T01:28:31.652-07:00Kangen Mbah Uwak<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span lang="FI" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Aku baru pulang kerja,
hari pertama. Jadi guru lagi, Mbah. Seperti yang Mbah suka. <i>Mbah pengennya cucu Mbah kerja di bidang
sosial, jangan cuma ngitung uang aja. </i>Maaf ya Mbah lima tahun kemarin aku
murtad jadi ibu guru. Tapi sekarang aku sudah kembali ke jalan yang lurus.
Sekarang Mbah bisa mengingatku seperti dulu lagi, saat kita terakhir bertemu,
saat aku masih ibu guru. Aku bahagia bisa jadi kebanggan Mbah, jadi penerus
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<span lang="FI" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Aku sekarang sudah
tidak di Jakarta, sudah menikah, sudah jauh dari keluarga kita. Tapi aku
baik-baik saja. Terasa kan, Mbah? Hidupku sudah tidak sedramatis terakhir kali
kita jumpa. Tidak. Sudah baik, amat sangat baik. Allah sungguh Maha Baik, Mbah.
Terima kasih karena selalu menguatkan doa-doaku, doa-doa kami. Aku bisa tahu?
Tentu saja. Terasa.</span></div>
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karena Mbah sering mengunjungi. Tunggu aku, tunggu kami, kita semua akan
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ada ribut-ribut kecil antara kami, tapi kami saling menyayangi, Mbah. Sungguh.
Mbah paling tahu itu kan? Memang iya, kami sempat jarang bersua. Tapi tidak
lagi. Kini kami berkumpul tiap dua bulan sekali. Mbah Konde pun selalu berpartisipasi.
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selama di rumah sakit terpatri jelas di memori. Tatapan dan sentuhan kulit tipisnya
tak bisa kurasa lagi. Tapi kebijakan dan keteguhannya harus terus kuwarisi. </span></i></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-14492022448903027102012-04-20T17:30:00.002-07:002012-04-25T01:33:52.814-07:00Kutergila, Babar-Nazwa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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keponakanku tercinta. Mas, begitu Nazwa akan memanggil kakaknya; nanti jika si
kecil Nazwa sudah bisa berbicara. </span><span lang="FI" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Sekarang belum genap satu
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ulang tahun dan hadiah. Bayangkan bertapa gembiranya si Mas bulan Maret lalu,
tanggal dua puluh tiga. Saat sang Ompung datang membawa kue berlilin untuk
ditiup setelah bernyanyi bersama, saat Eyang dan tante-tantenya datang membawa
berbagai kado yang semua isinya Babar suka. </span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Dan
ditutup dengan perayaan makan sushi bersama si kecil Nazwa, Dadad dan Maminya.
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<span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Nazwa, si cantik yang
melengkapi koleksi buah hati Aran & Kiki, adikku. Lahir bulan puasa tahun
lalu, dengan paras yang <i>remarkable </i>dari
hari pertama di dunia. Merah, cantik, menggemaskan. Subhanallah. </span></div>
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saja motor Dadad diparkir di garasi, teriak mereka “Dadad pulaaanngg!!!” Si Mas
yang membentuk ritual ini tak bosan mengulangnya tiap hari. Si kecil yang
terlihat tak mengerti dengan apa yang Masnya lakukan belakangan ikut-ikutan melompat
dan menyerang si Dadad. “Berani kamu sama aku?” kalimat menantang favorit Dadad
yang membuat kedua malaikatnya semakin menggila. Babar dengan lantang memberi
instruksi si adik, “Ceyaanngg!!!” </span></div>
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aku membuka lagi dan lagi album foto si mami di facebook. Mau ikut tergila-gila
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tapi memang begitulah adanya. Mulai dari Izanami, kambing kami; mama, bapak,
Beny, mantan sahabat; beberapa mantan pacar, beberapa sahabat hingga beberapa
kenalan dekat. Ditinggalkan dalam arti pergi jauh secara jarak, ditinggalkan
dalam arti tak ingin berhubungan lagi, hingga ditinggalkan dalam arti keduanya.
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agenda saya dari cerita ke cerita. Mudah-mudahan tak terdengar berlebihan, tapi
memang saya tak mengada-ngada. Bertahan dari menahan rindu ingin bertemu,
bertahan dari keinginan ingin menelpon dan memohon agar mereka kembali
menyayangi saya lagi, juga bertahan dari hasrat membenci. Karena sungguh saya
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memutar rodanya membiarkan saya merasakan hal sebaliknya, meninggalkan. Meninggalkan
dalam arti pertama, pergi jauh secara jarak. Setelah menikah Februari lalu,
akhirnya janji saya pada suami terpenuhi, pindah ke Bandung tempat dia tinggal
dan bekerja. Terpaksa? Dipaksa? Tidak. Memang saya sudah lama ingin hengkang
dari Jakarta, kota kelahiran saya. Kurang lebih dari dua tahun lalu kiranya. Awal
April, bukan April Mop, beriringan 1 pick up dan 2 mobil hijrahlah salah satu
penghuni tetap Jakarta ke Bandung ditemani beberapa anggota keluarga. Ada yang
aneh hari itu, hati saya tergolong tenang dan senang, sungguh. Tapi entah
mengapa saat keluarga saya berpamitan pulang, air mata tak terbendung. Saya pun
enggan memeluk dan berpamitan pada Teh Upie, sepupu terdekat saya. Lucu.</span></div>
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suami saya mengadakan farewell party dengan beberapa sahabat saya; Boiq, Nasto,
Dyence & Suami, serta Dewo. Agenda kami makan malam, bercengkrama,
memamerkan jaket baru kami, serta berpamitan tentunya. </span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Tak
ada rasa yang berlebihan di dada, ringan dan riang. Tapi lagi-lagi saat
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itu, adalah hari terakhir saya bekerja di kantor tempat saya mengabdi selama
lima tahun ini. Tugas dan barang-barang sudah saya bereskan dari seminggu
sebelumnya. Sekretaris pengganti pun sudah siap guna. Dua makan siang farewell
pun diadakan, keduanya kusuka; Manado dan Jepang. Konsentrasiku penuh pada
makanan sambil bernostalgia tentang hari-hari yang sudah kulewati bersama
keluarga keduaku di kantor ini. Ya, keluarga. Penuh tawa, tentunya. Hingga
tiba-tiba pelupuk mata basah, dialiri rasa yang entah apa, sedih bercampur
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<span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Kini dua minggu sudah
saya lewati di kota yang berjarak tempuh tiga jam dari Jakarta ini. </span><i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">So far so good, that’s all I can say. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Selama di sini tak ada
rasa aneh lagi, saya pun tak menangis lagi. </span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 10pt;">Rasanya
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kawan. Teteh bahagia disini, Mama. Saya siap jadi tuan rumah arisan berikutnya,
Bi Nia. Aunty Ega rindu tak tertahankan, Babar-Nazwa. Kita pantas berbahagia
bersama, Aran sayang. Terima kasih atas ‘rumah’ barunya, Syarif Maulana. </span></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-28267332296867174872012-02-28T00:04:00.009-08:002012-03-06T21:12:25.129-08:00Wedding Preparation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429944_3285584535665_1149206269_33549268_1027253640_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 610px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429944_3285584535665_1149206269_33549268_1027253640_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hellow sunshine! How are you all doing there?<br />Long time no see! Feels like decades, right?<br />Now I'm back! O, how I miss sharing here.<br />Really, I miss it like hell! I have thousand of stories to shared, dears.<br />About what? About the wedding, of course! Yaaayy..<br />Hhmm.. Lemme start with the preparation part first. Ready?<br /><br />Actually, I hope these things that I'll share can help many future brides out there. O, maybe I'll put some suggestion marks also. Check it out, girls!<br /><br />1. The Date<br />If Javanese people need some special counting ritual, not with me; a mixed Betawi-Batak. For me, a good day is a payment day. So I prefer to hold a wedding near most of people's payment day, tanggal muda. It means after 25th and before 10th. And I chose 4th.<br /><br />2. The Day<br />If you want to hold a party in a common building venue, they have these choices: Friday Evening (7-9 pm), Saturday Morning (11am-1pm) , Saturday Evening, Sunday Morning, Sunday Evening. Friday is workday, Sunday is lazy-day, so Saturday's left. Me personally, I prefer to attend an evening party because the outfit choices are more variant and its not hot. As you know, the sun in Jakarta works too hard. Lol! So I chose, Saturday Evening!<br /><br />3. The Venue<br />Based on experiences in attending wedding party, these are my priority: strategic (near to my house and my husband/his family's house or a hotel), enough capacity (I need space for around 1.200 people) have a good mosque (for the akad nikah), good air-conditioned, secure parking, fully carpeted, large make-up room, cooperate with many wedding vendors, passed by buses and easy to get taxi. And my choice goes to Sucofindo Building! *clapping*<br /><br />4. The Catering<br />There are a lot of wedding vendors in Jakarta, and most of them are good. But since I don't have a car or motorcycle, means I have to take bus everywhere I go, I automatically eliminate vendors who locate far from my house. For efficiency reason, you know. People say that in wedding, guests look forward more to food than to the bride. Lol! So I need to play safe, I chose a well reputed catering, Puspa Catering; www.puspacatering.com And thankfully, their location is nearby. Most of their menus are delicious, the price is average (my mother in law said), the serving is nice, the employees are professional. I only came twice to their lovely huge office for the food tasting (they don't invite future customer to someone's wedding party for food testing, they will always invite them to their office and I found that's so right! How come you invite someone to other people's wedding? So stupid, right?), and I can easily communicate to them by mails and sms. Their respond is quite quick so I didn't waste much time in catering preparation. Their services are even too good, I think! I remembered how I was shocked when I asked about their uniform color and the table cloth they have to use on my party. Lol!<br /><br />5. The Bridal<br />I remember how I admire Muna's look on her wedding day, she is a bestie of mine. I asked her which bridal vendor she used, Diamond; www.diamond-weddingservice.com And guess what? It's also so nearby! How lucky I am! So I went there, I asked for their wedding package, and I chose this one: Wedding make up, dress, decoration and photo-shoot. After that I was assisted by four people; assistance for bride-groom dress&make-up (Mbak Susi), family dress&make-up (Mbak Ety), decoration (another Mbak Ety) and photo-shoot (Mas Agus). Since there are a lot of things to chose and to prepared, I went to their office many times. And there was a time that I was sick of that. Lol! O ya, for your note, their office is comfortable so I don't mind spending hours there anyway.<br /><br />p.s. If there's a wedding service package, why don't we take it? Let's make it simple, girls!<br /><br />6. The Wedding Gown<br />For the wedding ceremony, I always want white, always. So I easily chose a simple white kebaya and match it with a white kain songket. Lovely! And for the wedding party gown, I accidentally saw a very stunning dress wore by a girl. I fell in love to that dress for the first time. I didn't try to put it on that time but I knew it will suit me well. For the right gown, it will come to you like a man. You just know it! ;)<br /><br />p.s. I'm still in love with my wedding gown, really!<br /><br />7. The Make-up<br />Lalallaalaaa.. I know nothing about it, really! So I let Putri, another bestie of mine, does her thing. She checked all the make-up artist works on Diamond's computers, she noted many things which I don't understand, and she finally chose a man, whom she is confident about his work, Mas Denny. We had to book him months before because there are so many brides want to be make-up by him.<br /><br />p.s. Don't hesitate to ask for a help from someone who has more capacity on it.<br /><br />8. The Decoration<br />Hhmm.. Firstly I wanted to have a simple beautiful decoration like those in western wedding. White flowers, beautiful lamps, some green and pink accent. But no, the wedding decoration here already has their standard. I've even checked to some friends wedding photos and yes, nothing's really different. They just play in flower types based on the main color chose by the bridegroom. So I spent mid-day in Diamond's office to choose all details which all look same to me. Kekeke.. About the main color, I follow my wedding gown color, terracotta.<br /><br />p.s. Until now I still think that fresh flowers are the best decoration. You go with me?<br /><br />9. The Photo-shoot<br />Me, I love camera, and I always prefer to be behind it than face it (that's why we don't have pre-wed photos). There are two photographers in Diamond, and I have to choose one. I of course choose the cheaper one. Come on! Nothing's really different about the wedding photos, only the album type, I'm sure. And I asked my photographer, Mas Agus, to not only focus on the bridegroom but also to shoot guests in candid capture.<br /><br />10. The Invitation<br />I remember keeping a wedding invitation, a beautiful one; simple and made by kalkir paper. So I really want to have a wedding invitation mixed by it. I have my husband's uncle design it, after some editing, we finally have a nice simple wedding invitation, just like I imagined. Simple. How I love it!<br /><br />p.s. No need to spend so much time and money on it, people will just throw it anyway!<br /><br />11. The Musique<br />My husband and I are lucky being surrounded by many musicians, so instead of being confuse to search a good one, we are confuse to chose from many of them. But since my father in law has his own favorite violist (Kang Ammy), who is also now become my favorite, so we asked him to play his beautiful music on my wedding. And since I have my favorite vocalist (Dian), so I asked her to jam with my father in law favorite's violist. You see how we mix many love here?<br /><br />p.s. Wanna know my wedding procession song? L'hymne a l'amour by Edith Piaf. (Just kill me!)<br /><br />12. The Souvenir<br />All souvenirs for my wedding party are specially designed and made by my father in law and his team. How lovely, right? How he spreads so many love to this wedding party.<br /><br />13. The Family & Besties Uniform<br />For family uniform, my husband cousin (The Tia) chose a degradation of my wedding gown color, much softer. While the mothers uniform has a little stronger color. And for the besties, we chose a degradation fabric, pink to maroon. Lovely!<br /><br />14. The Procession<br />This part starts to give me headache, honestly. Where I should put all the family request and match it to the timetable. But just make it simple, plan is just a plan. We try to stick with it, but universe has their right to blow the wind. Just try to fly with the wind, no need to counter it.<br /><br />15. The Committee<br />Since my husband and I have a big family, we use this event to gather them all; include, of course, my dearest besties. So we have them all work, during months, for us. And you must be blind to not see the love lights in the air!<br /><br />p.s. I don't know about Wedding Organizer, maybe it's needed when you have a huge party.<br /><br />I think that's all. Hope I don't miss a thing there. I'll tell you about the party, soon! *wink*Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-80094829912548693862011-10-11T01:03:00.000-07:002011-10-11T01:49:38.198-07:00Mama Pesta, une mere pas comme les autres.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305700_213205405399191_100001291988394_538345_6790944_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 220px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305700_213205405399191_100001291988394_538345_6790944_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Just by now, I become prouder having a mom, like my mom. I have some reasons exclude the sentimental one:<br /><br />1. Instead of asking her only daughter, "When will you marry?" she asked, "When will you continue your study?"<br />2. If other parents in Jakarta are proud having children work in Business District such as Sudirman-Thamrin, that doesn't go with her. This what she told me, "Why don't you re-start to work as a teacher? Working as an employee maybe sounds cool, but you won't upgrading much. Not as much as a teacher does."<br />3. When my besties worked hard to fulfill their mom's wishes for their wedding party, well I don't. She just gave me some amount, and leave the work to me. See how cool she is!<br />4. I don't have 'a must and a mustn't' list from her. She only told me to do my thing by my own way.<br />5. She texted me yesterday, on my bday: "Met Ultah ya, Teh. Semoga panjang umur, sehat selalu dan bertambah disayang kekasihnya. Dan segala rencana yang akan dijalani dapat berjalan dengan lancar. Dan tetap dalam lindungan Allah SWT. Amin." Now you know what I mean?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">My mother has surely tamed me. Just like the little prince and the fox.<br /></div><br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-19365850924117683532011-10-10T00:39:00.001-07:002011-10-10T02:44:47.972-07:00Mon Joyeux Anniversaire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/66947_1645461013602_1149206269_31867147_7407821_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 513px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/66947_1645461013602_1149206269_31867147_7407821_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">B-day gal is in d houuseee!! Yaaayyy!!!<br /><br />Hey ya all! Annyeong Haseyoo!! Ca va? Today's my day. I can say it that way, rite? I'm turning 28 now. What a number. *wink* How's my day so far? Smooth.<br /><br />As I woke up this morning, I watched Running Man on my laptop until 8 a.m. and the consequence is I'm desperate to watch the next episode! ToT Ah, after that I was rushed to get prepared and thankfully the road seemed very kind to me. I kept my self busy along the journey, replying all the bday messages. Aaaa.. How I love it! A day when universe pray for my good without being asked or paid. Lol! How about my wish? My wish is just like everybody's wishes. They really send me very sweet wishes. And all I have to do is say, Ameeenn... =)<br /><br />I no longer have the bday euphoria like years ago, I also don't have list of cadeau like I used to, I don't have bday cake with candles like I always have since years, I don't hold a small or big bday party, no more party. All I do have is a complete me. A 28 years old girl; with healthy mind and body, a happy soul, a dazzling histories and also surrounded with like million lovable people. How can I ask for more, then?<br /><br />A perfect life from the perfect 10 (I was born on October -ten- 10th at 10 pm). Happy birthdaaayyy!!!! Biseeesss.... (Yes! I'm kissing myself!) Lol!<br /><br />Joyeux Anniversaire!! <span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps">생일 축하 해요!! </span></span>Happy Birthdaayy!!! Selamat Ulang Tahun!!!<br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-41910946487237442552011-10-07T00:28:00.000-07:002011-10-07T00:58:57.938-07:00Beyonce and IGals, do you match your nail polish with your outfit?<br /><br />I'm a little bit nervous here, whether I should put the same color as my wedding gown, or just a color in the same tone, or it's fine to put a really different one! Aiisshh.. How do you think? Hmm.. honestly, I'm in love with a color, the one that Beyonce use on her latest video, Best Thing I Never Had. Check this out:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTddQbGy1XyfFaBNjpuwdyOBQ8_xus5LJdK7uJKzZ1ka-e9_Bxd"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTddQbGy1XyfFaBNjpuwdyOBQ8_xus5LJdK7uJKzZ1ka-e9_Bxd" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Gold! It's gold, right? Isn't it beautiful?? I will also wear white for the wedding vow, but another color for the party. But I think both are goes with gold. *more like talking to myself*<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But oh but, a bestie said that red is the best one. Hhmm.. Red is good, but since all the bride in town always put red nail polish for their wedding, it doesn't kinda fit me. A you know, I don't like to be common, gals. Even it's inevitable sometimes. Lol!<br /><br />Okay, I think I'll do nail polish hunting this evening, after work. Let's see if universe agree with me and Beyonce. *wink*<br />Have a happy week-end everyone!<br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-51119843293253196652011-10-06T19:54:00.000-07:002011-10-07T02:19:00.189-07:00Running Man!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQRVrdcd0fPGQy1aI8WKgUY0fOzhWKLjGgmUP93JozAXLXQQ3Uf"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 181px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQRVrdcd0fPGQy1aI8WKgUY0fOzhWKLjGgmUP93JozAXLXQQ3Uf" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Annyenong haseyooo!!!<br />Me back here. Kinda very busy lately, that's the reason for being disappear. Busy for some things; the trip, the wed, work, and running man! Running man??? <span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps">예.<br /><br /></span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps"></span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps">This </span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_Man_%28TV_series%29">running man</a></span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps"> </span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps">really ruined my biological hour! </span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps atn">정말</span><span class="">!<br />And just like a teenager, my </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_Man_%28TV_series%29"><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class=""></span></span></a><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="ko"><span class="hps"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_Man_%28TV_series%29"></a></span></span>head only filled with those people; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoo_Jaesuk">Yoo Jae-suk</a>, <a href="http://ko.wikipedia.org/wiki/%EC%A7%80%EC%84%9D%EC%A7%84">Ji Suk-jin</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Jong_Kook">Kim Jong-kook</a>, <a href="http://ko.wikipedia.org/wiki/%EA%B0%9C%EB%A6%AC_%28%EA%B0%80%EC%88%98%29">Gary</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haha_%28entertainer%29">Ha-ha</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Kwang_Soo">Lee Kwang-su</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_Ji-hyo">Song Ji-hyo</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_Joong-Ki">Song Joong-Ki</a>, and their acts. Aigoo..<br />They make me laugh to cry in the middle of the night, aiisshh... This variety show, somehow, brighten up my life so much. Instead of the sleepy attack at the office. Lol!<br /><br />I was watching 24th episode this morning, and can't wait to continue this evening. Yay!! And also, to copy more episodes from Nasto this week-end. *wink* Isn't that daebaakk???<br /><br />p.s. Sorry, just trying to apply some Korean words that I learn.Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-43334464162665305762011-09-19T19:48:00.000-07:002011-09-21T00:06:19.476-07:00From cousinhood to neighbourhoodI love the title there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/61707_1608182761669_1149206269_31782860_2959838_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 206px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/61707_1608182761669_1149206269_31782860_2959838_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Do you know why family can tie you no mater how far you go? Cos its blood. Indeed! That's why people say 'blood is thicker than water.' In my experience, no mater how hard we deny our root, the life will spinning and spinning to a circle and bring us back to the root, and all you can do is just say 'bye' to the highest leaf.<br /><br />Do you know why friendship is one of the biggest miracle on earth? Cos it needs no blood. Indeed! Frank Crane even say 'a friend is a person with whom you dare to be yourself." In my experience too, once we found our true friend, never be careless to tie her/him up to you. Because a friend, will always come to you, light you, smile and even cry for you, no matter how fast the life is spinning around.<br /><br />Do you know that a friend in family is priceless? It is. Indeed! You have the thickness of the same blood and a person to be together with in light and dark moments. Just because, she never wants to live her life without you. Because this friend, is always looking for you to share her day, to wipe her tears, and to laugh the stupidity she made. I have one.<br /><br /><br />Do you know a girl named Upie? No, she's no longer a girl, a woman now. I call her T'Upiel. T is from teteh, an appellation for older girl in Sundanese. Upiel is from Palupi, her name. I make that nickname. *wink* She is a dearest cousin of mine, a little older than me. (How nice I am, I put 'a little older there, Lol!) She is a friend of mine too. In the third category I described up there. I know, how lucky I am, right?<br /><br />Do you know that last weekend she added a new label in my life? A neighbor. Looks like two are not enough for her! Lol! Hardly looked for a house to rent for weeks, finally we found an available small house that she desires which is only separated two doors from mine. That is coincidence! True. After some administration steps, she moved there; she and her husband. Yay!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Do you know how it feels? Well I just know it. A strange good feeling, to always be near.<br /><br /></div></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-50083136620010790722011-09-15T19:41:00.001-07:002012-02-28T00:04:15.520-08:00And I'm, rejected!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRmVG80NSqwtQf-6KuVrsJj7egVMFSx6hkU5O0FEzH7vnfeIIa8"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 209px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRmVG80NSqwtQf-6KuVrsJj7egVMFSx6hkU5O0FEzH7vnfeIIa8" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">As I planned on my resolution's list, I'm about to donate my blood four times this year. Do you know that our body need at least three months to be healed after the donation? That's according to the doctors who I surely don't remember the name. Those who do the check up things before we donate.<br /><br />It went well on February and June, but yesterday, after three months and two days since my last donation, an unexpected thing happened. As usually, after giving the donor card and signing a form, I have my health checked by a doctor. That day, by doctors; a woman and a man. My weight was measured, my blood pressure was checked, both are okay. And then my blood PH; the doctor will take some blood from my finger, put it in a little straw (What? For me it is a straw!), and drop it to a bowl where there is a blue liquid. If your blood PH is good, your blood will drown in. But if not, then you need more calcium. Mine, they drown for a second and then floating. Lol!<br /><br />The doctors asked if I eat well lately, I did! Did I eat enough meat? Come on, what else do we eat in Lebaran? So, they suggested me to consume vitamin for blood and eat more fresh meat and veggie to have enough calcium. And come back after three days.<br /><br />Beware, an omnivore is having a deadline here! Lol!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRmVG80NSqwtQf-6KuVrsJj7egVMFSx6hkU5O0FEzH7vnfeIIa8">Blood</a></span><br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-78128982537625879212011-09-13T20:07:00.000-07:002011-09-13T22:00:13.937-07:00It's two pieces!<div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, I worked out after work and continued with swimming. You know that I prefer to swim at night than in the morning? Yes, I do! Less light, less heat and less crowd. Lovely! If I want to swim, I don't go to the closest gym to the office cause it doesn't have any pool. The one who has it is near Dyence's office, my bestie. Not far, only about 15 minutes to go there, by bus.<br /><br />Here's the timetable; Arrived there at 5.20 pm and started to work out around 5.30 until 6.10, I prayed maghrib and changed the outfit for about 20 minutes. Continued to swim from 6.30 until 7.00, after that I needed 30 minutes to take a warm bath, change clothes and pack my things. And the night is wrapped with cup of tea, biscuits and a little chat with Sakti, my gym partner.<br /><br />O, that's not the point! All I wanna share is about my swimsuit last night. Lol! Me started to swim since my childhood. It was my dear mom who introduced this best sport in universe. Okay I'm biased, sorry. She bought me a one piece blue strips swimsuit, a very nice one. I wore it to learn swimming in a sport club where she registered me when I was six. We went there twice a week. I looked so gorgeous with that blue strips suit and a blue mini buoy! ;p<br /><br />I couldn't get in to that suit again when I was in junior high school. And mom bought me a new one, it was red, with three colors of strip at front. Not really like it cause the model is so common. Sorry, mom! Fortunately that suit didn't last long, I accidentally ironed the skirt. Lol! Accidentally I said, accidentally. And I separated with that poor red swimsuit.<br /><br />Since that, I borrowed my auntie's or my bestie's swimsuit when I swam. I know, that wasn't cool and hygiene. But, what can I say? Lack of money, that was the only reason. But o but, on my second year on work world, I finally bought a swimsuit by my own money. Yay! I chose a one piece suit on leopard motif. Aaauummm... I wear it with a big confidence of my body shape on that while on TV and magazines, ladies nowadays wear more and more bikini in pool. And I found that hot!<br /><br />And my dearest Karcut, another bestie of mine, answered it. She bought me a bikini, a beautiful one! O gosh! It's two pieces swimsuit with another piece of (something like) skirt to cover my body on my way to pool, all in rainbow's motif. Love it! O, I should've took a picture of it! Later, kay! I intend to wear that in Phuket. Yaaayy!! It's about one more month and two weeks. Can't wait! Really can't wait, so I wore it last night at the pool. Kekekee.. Somehow, the B makes me feel so light and hot. (No curse, please..)<br /><br />It's two pieces and makes me look like hotties! *finger crossed*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-80891238436077534842011-09-11T19:26:00.000-07:002011-09-11T22:43:51.093-07:00What u r up to?<div style="text-align: justify;">Hey yo all!<br />Quoi de neuf? It's been a loooooooonnnggg time since my last post here. No other reason except my laziness. If 'not in the mood' doesn't counted as a reason. Lol!<br /><br />What you all are up to? Me, have numbers of things to do on my list until next February. But before I share it, I wish to greet people in my life.<br /><br />To my dear Karcut; Your backpack arrive already! Our holiday comes closer, darling! Yaaayy!!<br />To dearest Sarap; Miss you already, even when you haven't reached the airport yet! Lol! Tell my warm greeting to Seoul! Annyeong!!<br />To Yenq cherie; O please contact me ASAP, have a great job offer here, darling! ;)<br />To Bastien; Bonne chance for your 1st day at work! Break a leg! ^^V<br /><br />My Ramadhan passed smoothly, Alhamdulillah. I wasn't sick, really fit indeed, just not like my precedents Ramadhan. I won't share much about it, prefer it to be our secret, just me and Ramadhan. =)<br /><br />Despite of the cookies sale which isn't as good as last year, my Lebaran is still an extraordinary one. Thanks to Indonesian government. Lol! Well okay, no need to discuss it more. The most important thing is just, you, me, Lebaran peacefully!<br /><br />And my days after Lebaran is colored with marriage preparation. Tiring yet fun! I know that I'm not a detail person, but since it's my marriage, my effort has to be all out. But no, I have a great team also! ;) After started with the venue and vendors, finally yesterday the gown and theme have been chosen, the decor and food also. Now we continue with crazy little things called details. Aiisshh.. Courage! *and now I salute to all woman who manage their wedding by their own self*<br /><br />What else? O, future career! Since I'm a self motivated type, I'm still keeping that fire of scholarship. Checked the Erasmus Mundus site, probably they will open the new recruitment this October. Monsieur Jimmy agreed to give me his letter of recommendation. Yaaayy!! so I still have time while asking one more professor. Semangat!!! ^^V<br /><br />Btw, have I told you that after marriage I will move to another city? Yes, I will! Leaving this biggest city where I was born and always live is such a big decision I made. Scared? Nope. I'm just preparing for the changes and the new rhythm I will have there. O, after Lebaran I accidentally met a lady who work at CCF in that city and she suggested me to send my CV there. Hope I can make it!<br /><br />So those are my 'to do' list. Wish me a good luck, guys!<br />Now tell me yours!</div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-12787996455792948132011-07-26T19:39:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:29:52.399-07:00Fit through the gym<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIlllXvvUrZoBqk4ZEkNHN0idc_xxky0GSsZQw1RNMaltbw_OrWw"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 215px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIlllXvvUrZoBqk4ZEkNHN0idc_xxky0GSsZQw1RNMaltbw_OrWw" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Ay! Ay! Here I come..<br /><br />You all there? Sorry for being disappear lately. An update from me; new goal is in the house! Yaaayy!! What goal? What goal? Being fit while body shaping like a devil lady. Lol!<br /><br />I always love a Latin quotation "Mens sana in corpore sano;" a sound mind in a sound body; di dalam tubuh yang kuat terdapat jiwa yang sehat. A motivation to be balance, body and mind. I'm having tons of ways to feeding my mind, but my body? I'm feeding it too, literally. Lol! Sites and books for health always explain that basically, to have a healthy body, we have to eat right, drink enough water, rest well and do some exercise. I'm done with the three one, but not with the last mentioned. It's kinda hard to remember when was the last time I work out.<br /><br />But if, walking categorized as a sport, then I do my sport since this seven months. To be total, I walk for about thirty minutes a day, on a medium track. I said medium because the altitude is kinda extreme. Sometimes I found the track is easy to make, but often time, I lose my breath while walking. Fyuuuhh.. At the same time, my baby is complaining about how often I being sick. Ya, ya, I do complaining about my body, "I feel pain here, there, now here again, and there again, and so on, and so on." And he's sick of that! Lol!<br /><br />Sakti, a friend of mine, invited me several times to swim on a gym where he is a member. Being a member for more than a year, he can bring a friend there on week-end. And there was I, in a non-crowded swimming pool with people who were doing their sport, not those who are flirting around who I usually found in public swimming pool. Love it! And the last time there, Sakti asked if I wanted to try fitness. Of course I did! And I kinda love it.<br /><br />And since that day, I also become a member. Yaay!! I decided to work out in a gym which is not far from my office. So I can do my sport after work hours. For the first time, Sakti accompanied me, it was soooo crowded, full of people! Instead of working out seriously, I was enjoying watching motivated people there. Actually people said, and I agreed, fitness is just another new lifestyle of urban people. But what I found out there is not exactly like that. Yes, maybe there are some who go to the gym as a lifestyle, but there are also plenty of them, who are more numerous, who want to do a sport. Really! And just like urban people, the member are varied; the style, origin, outfit and goal.<br /><br />Each member has a Personal Trainer, mine named Hasan. At our first meet, he asked me about my physical activities, motivation and goal. So we made a goal, "I want to look stunning on my wedding dress." And he noted it, very well. What we did on three days of exercise are: He measured my body mass index, the results are my fat condition is poor, my body keeps too much water in it and I have to lose four kilos. Not hard, he said. And I take it as a motivation. Lol! He also pushed me to do some exercises into my maximal capacity, and those brought me to pain for days! Really. After that three days, he make a program for me.<br /><br />First, I can't consume carbohydrates after six pm. No more noodles, at least once a month, I was bargaining. Hehe.. Do the sport three times a week, at least. Ok! I'm on, PT! Tomorrow night will be my first month there, and I'm really excited to do more exercises. Being fit, body shaping, sound body, here I come!! Euh, stick with me, Mr.PT! ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIlllXvvUrZoBqk4ZEkNHN0idc_xxky0GSsZQw1RNMaltbw_OrWw"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo</span></a><br /></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-86900004121580745132011-07-13T19:45:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:33:13.608-07:00Passions of Mine..<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Human</span> - <span style="font-size:100%;">Books</span> - <span style="font-size:180%;">Language </span>- Fashion - <span style="font-size:180%;">Photography</span> - Healthy Life - <span style="font-size:180%;">Movies</span> - Scrabble - <span style="font-size:180%;">Charming Man</span> - Petit Prince - <span style="font-size:180%;">Poetry</span> - Writing - <span style="font-size:180%;">Cooking</span> - Teaching - <span style="font-size:180%;">Studying</span> - Traveling - <span style="font-size:180%;">Swimming</span> - Smiling - <span style="font-size:180%;">Miracle</span> - (and am always ready to continue the list).<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Only passions, <span style="font-size:180%;">great passions</span>, can elevate the soul to <span style="font-size:180%;">great things</span>."<br />(Denis Diderot)</span><br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-26125411896910507162011-07-11T00:03:00.001-07:002011-07-26T21:34:20.851-07:00Aku Ingin - Sapardi Djoko Damono<div style="text-align: justify;">Aku diam. Ku berpikir. <span style="font-style: italic;">Boleh tidak mempersembahkan karya orang lain untuk seseorang? </span>Entah.<br /><br />Aku diam. Ku berpikir. <span style="font-style: italic;">Karya ini sungguh indah dan mewakili rasa, sungguhkah tak boleh? </span>Entah.<br /><br />Aku diam. Ku berpikir. <span style="font-style: italic;">Tak ada niat mengakui dan menjiplak, sungguh tak ada niatan. Boleh yah?</span><br /><br />Aku diam. Ku berpikir. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bukan tak mungkin penulis lebih terharu mengetahui isi hatinya mewakili milikku juga. </span><br /><br />Om Sapardi Djoko Damono, aku pinjam puisi indahnya, ya<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">. Terima kasih.</span></span><br />Kepada yang terkasih, Syarif Maulana. Kupersembahkan untukmu.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Aku Ingin</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMmh_Jl-l2y6jgPoVXMARkTtxecysQUI0h1m99Nzou68UuQMPGVA"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 216px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMmh_Jl-l2y6jgPoVXMARkTtxecysQUI0h1m99Nzou68UuQMPGVA" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana<br />dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu<br /><br />Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana<br />dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada.<br /></div><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMmh_Jl-l2y6jgPoVXMARkTtxecysQUI0h1m99Nzou68UuQMPGVA"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo</span></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-60292292247701302882011-07-06T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:35:10.802-07:00Perpustakaan, Library, Bibliotheque and Us.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTE8fyyAnq_xRWicPMRXZxnSdzr29z7C1OrbDm2BBcayZKnpbzM2g"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 164px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTE8fyyAnq_xRWicPMRXZxnSdzr29z7C1OrbDm2BBcayZKnpbzM2g" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Ada yang baru di hidupku dan Nasto. We are now the member of CCF (Centre Culturel Francais) and LIA (Lembaga Indonesia Amerika) library, yay!! Nous nous sommes inscrites au mois de mei. Di CCF kami bisa meminjam buku dan film dalam bahasa Prancis, dan buku-buku berbahasa Inggris dan Indonesia di LIA. Dewi who is a loyal member of LIA library always join us. Et c'est toujours samedi, une fois par mois o<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><span lang="FR">ù</span></span> nous y allons.<br /><br />Sejak masa kuliah dulu, suasana CCF Salemba selalu mampu menghipnotisku. Calm, comfort, modern and the most important thing, I'm surrounded by books! Quel bonheur! Dari tiga CCF yang pernah kukunjungi; Salemba, Wijaya dan Purnawarman, ketiganya bertempat di rumah "tua". Not a gloomy house, but a warm white big house, so typically 80's houses. Des types des maisons que je voudrais bien avoir. Perpustakaan CCF di Salemba terdiri dari dua lantai, tempat favoritku di lantai dua. After chose the books, I take it upstairs, take a seat in a comfort black sofa, put headphone which play French music, and the world is mine. D'habitude je peux passer des heures l<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >à</span>-bas, sauf si tout d'un coup il y a des autres visiteurs qui bougent trop. Meski tak terganggu oleh suaranya, tapi apapun yang bergerak seringkali meresahkan ketenangan membacaku. But usually there are not many people on Saturday morning. C'est pourquoi nous pr<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>f<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>rons d'y arriver des que la biblioth<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >è</span>que ouvre jusqu'au midi o<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><span style=""></span><span lang="FR">ù</span></span> habituellement on devient de plus en plus nombreux.<br /><br />Setelah jeda makan siang dan sholat, lanjutlah kami ke LIA naik bajaj. FYI, LIA is not far from CCF, so it's really a good thing for us. Le b<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >â</span>timent de LIA est grand et a l'air froid. Sungguh kebalikan dari CCF. The library is on the 4th floor and it also has two floors. Si celle de CCF est confortable et bien climatis<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>e, ici on n'a pas des fauteils et il fait aussi un peu chaud <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >à</span> cause du climatiseur qui ne fonctionne pas bien, je pense. Karena itu lah kami tak menghabiskan banyak waktu di sana. Despite of spending time reading, we only look for books we like to borrow, have them scanned and go out straightaway. Et c'est des s<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>ries de <a href="http://www.penguinreaders.com/">Penguin Readers</a>, mes pr<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>f<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>r<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>s. Dan entah kebetulan atau tidak, ada dua orang petugas perpustakaan baik di CCF maupun LIA. Both of them are so really nice! Ca tellement me rend plus folie d'elles (des biblios).<br /><br />Selain buku, aku pernah meminjam film di CCF. But since the time limit is only a week, I prefer to watch it there. Il y a aussi des t<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>l<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>s qui pr<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>sentent TV5<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >, </span>la chaine fran<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >ç</span>aise. Pernah satu kali aku dan Nasto menontonnya. It was a quiz, arranging letters to a word. Le participant qui peut arranger un mot le plus long, il gagne. Kuis yang seru! We enjoyed it so much! Mais comme c'<span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >é</span>tait l'heure, on ne l'a pas vue jusqu'<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >à </span>la fin.<br /><br />Begitulah! The way we have fun. On aime beaucoup la biblioth<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" lang="FR" >è</span>que, les livres, les films, les lettres, les mots, tous, tous!<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTE8fyyAnq_xRWicPMRXZxnSdzr29z7C1OrbDm2BBcayZKnpbzM2g">Photo</a></span></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-2337719676810882742011-06-27T00:38:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:36:00.325-07:00Jakarta, kampung saya.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDkrv_X3Z2T4lNaDQZyqHoVpxokhRuvLTbMDAvnF00crIq6IzS"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 186px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDkrv_X3Z2T4lNaDQZyqHoVpxokhRuvLTbMDAvnF00crIq6IzS" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Dalam perjalanan pulang dari rumah mama, calon mama mertua saya berkata, "Wah, nanti kamu gimana yah? Sudah terbiasa kemana-mana sendiri di Jakarta yang segede gini. Nanti di Bandung mah, ya situ-situ aja." Saya menjawab dengan berhehehe. Hehehehe yang artinya saya sendiri juga belum kebayang; apakah saya yang terbiasa sumpek dengan <span style="font-style: italic;">chaos</span>nya Jakarta akan juga merasa sumpek dengan sempitnya Bandung? <span style="font-style: italic;">On verra! </span><br /><br />Ibukota, yang semestinya sudah dipindah ke luar Jawa, entah sejak kapan sudah jadi kian menyesakkan. Dada ini sesak karena nasib tragis para pendatang yang saya baca di berita, sesak karena asap knalpot kendaraan yang jumlahnya bak garam di lautan, sesak karena kena AC siang malam (maklum hidup tanpa AC di Jakarta badan bisa lengket bau keringetan), sesak karena uang lekas habis setelah gajian (maklum kontrakan, listrik dan uang makan sungguh menguras uang).<br /><br />Dalam perjalanan pulang dari Bandung, calon kakak ipar saya bertanya, "Kamu betah tinggal di Jakarta?" Saya jawab, "Sudah terbiasa dengan ritmenya, sudah tahan banting juga dengan tekanannya, tapi sadar kalau saya pantas hidup lebih baik dari ini." <span style="font-style: italic;">Insya Allah.<br /><br /></span>Jayakarta, nama dulunya.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span>Dari bahasa Jawa yang artinya<span style="font-style: italic;"> complete victory, </span>kemenangan mutlak. Pernah dengar nama adalah doa? Mungkin karena bawa-bawa "menang", jadilah Jakarta ajang pertandingan, antara pintar dan bodoh,<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>kaya dan miskin, sial dan beruntung, sarjana dan tak berijazah, cantik dan jelek, aktif dan pasif, rajin dan malas, sederhana dan sombong, pendatang dan warga asli, semua bertanding. Harus pilih kalah atau menang. Tak ada zona aman.<br /><br />Di tengah bincang santai di rumah mama, calon tante saya bertanya, "Bener kamu mau pindah ke Bandung? Gapapa gitu ninggalin Jakarta?" Saya jawab, "Gapapa, sudah dari lahir juga di sini, kelamaan."<br /><br />Betul, dua puluh delapan tahun lalu saya dilahirkan. Di sini, di kota ini. Enam tahun sesudahnya saya ingat setiap hari melewati jalan raya Pasar Minggu, pergi ke sekolah. Jalan yang saya lalui tiap hari hingga sepuluh tahun kemudian. Saya ingat jalan itu masih lengang, meski mikrolet, metro mini dan kopaja sudah bersliweran. Saya pun tak takut menyeberang, asal, pesan mama, hati-hati lihat dulu kiri kanan. Kini, sudah setahun saya melalui rute itu lagi, bedanya sekarang bukan ke sekolah tapi ke kantor. Sungguh mengerikan untuk menyeberang jalan, para pengendara seperti kerasukan Valentino Rossi dan lupa posisi rem. Jalan ini sekarang juga saya beri nama "jalur setan." Karena melewatinya sungguh buat saya emosian. Emosi jiwa karena macetnya sungguh luar biasa, masa saya langsung menaiki bis yang dalam posisi berhenti? Iya, berhenti. Dikarenakan macetnya sudah dari depan rumah saya dan terus sampai Pancoran. Kalau normalnya butuh lima belas menit, di hari kerja memakan waktu satu setengah jam. <span style="font-style: italic;">I knoooowww... sucks!<br /><br /></span>Calon suami saya pernah bertanya, "Nanti kita kalau lebaran gimana?" Saya jawab, "Digilir saja. Setahun di Bandung, berikutnya di Jakarta, begitu seterusnya." Waduh, akhirnya bisa ngerasain pulang kampung nih!<br /><br />Lahir, besar dan berasal dari bapak asli Jakarta membuat saya terkungkung di sini sini saja. Memang, mama saya asli Sumatera. Jadilah saya dua kali merasakan pulang ke kampung mama. Tapi sebagian besar hidup saya ya di kota kelahiran saya. Beruntungnya setelah besar saya punya kesempatan ke luar kota, ke luar pulau dan ke luar negeri. Jika tidak, mungkin kotak pengalaman saya akan terkungkung juga. Kalau Lebaran saya ke rumah Mbah, tadinya di Jakarta dan sekarang di lingkar luar Jakarta. Depok, Jakarta coret. Enak sih, orang-orang pada ribet, kena macet, saya ongkang-ongkang kaki di Jakarta nan lengang. Tapi boleh dong saya sedikit iri? Iri pada mereka yang harus mengeluarkan <span style="font-style: italic;">effort </span>besar untuk bertemu sanak keluarga. Iri karena libur Lebaran kian dinanti-nanti.<br /><br />Aaaaahhh.. Jadi tak sabar tinggal di luar kota. Walau Bandung hanya sekepretan dari Jakarta, tetap saja beda KTP. Eh, KTP sudah nasional ya sekarang? Gosipnya. Meski luas Bandung hanya sepersekiannya Jakarta, tetap saja tempat baru buat saya. Meski Bandung juga kota besar layaknya Jakarta, tetap saja bukan ibukota. Meski Cipularang buat Jakarta-Bandung hanya berjarak dua jam, tetap saja namanya pulang kampung buat Lebaranan. Meski Jakarta sudah mengalir kental di darah saya, tetap saja tak sabar saya untuk meninggalkannya.<br /><br />Jakarta oh Jakarta, bersiaplah menjadi kampung saya!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDkrv_X3Z2T4lNaDQZyqHoVpxokhRuvLTbMDAvnF00crIq6IzS"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo</span></a><br /></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-57540411374475118302011-06-24T00:01:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:37:31.645-07:00What are your favorite books?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/63416_1757231087784_1149206269_32088947_7073823_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 275px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/63416_1757231087784_1149206269_32088947_7073823_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-your-favorite-books.html"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This question comes from Jo, <a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-your-favorite-books.html">what are your favorite books?</a><br />Hhhmmm.. I suddenly listing on mind. Some books come immediately, some are just gone. But if we change the question, what is your favorite book? I can surely answer this. Petit Prince.<br /><br />Little Prince, translated in English, Pangeran Kecil in Bahasa Indonesia. I firstly knew this book around my first year in university. There was a small bookstore near house where Dyence, Nasto and I, both are my besties, usually visited on our way back home. I forgot the store name, but it's a special bookstore which not only sell the bestsellers, but also the uncommoners. It's a type of signatured bookstore, like the one of Kathleen Kelly in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You%27ve_Got_Mail">You've Got Mail</a>. Feel like i wanna have one in the future.<br /><br />Back to that time, I found Pangeran Kecil there. Eye-catching, with a draw of the little prince in color. Seducing me with his lonely pose; standing alone as seeing the sky. No needed so long to think, I grabbed it. And it wasn't expensive, just like almost all books they sell there. May God bless the owner.<br /><br />So there was I, hypnotized by the prince. Finally found my true friend. I still can't believe how <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_de_Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry">Antoine de Saint-Exupery</a> read me and write it so beautifully. That's how I feel about the book. And from that moment on, the prince, Exupery and I are friends.<br /><br />People often talk a lot about their friends, right? So did I. I talked about them to Monsieur Carles, a french businessman to whom I worked as an interpreter. He said that he read and love it. <span style="font-style: italic;">It's one of a kind. Children and philosophy students read it. That is what we call a book for all. </span>Hmm.. what a good remark, Monsieur!<br /><br />This is the best part. Monsieur Carles sent me Petit Prince from France! See how three of us meant for each other! Lol! So I have him in Bahasa and French. And one day, iIfound him in English, so I bought it! Yay!!<br /><br />Nasto asked me to collect it in many languages. A quoi ca sert, Nasto? Since I can only speak those three languages. Lol! O yes, since I spread the magic of Little Prince everywhere, I have one special person who truly fell for him.<br /><br />My dear Syarif, please allow me to share your <a href="http://syarifmaulana.blogspot.com/2009/09/pangeran-kecil-mari-tertawakan-diri.html#comments">beautiful write</a>.<br />You all, be prepared for the journey. And you my Little Prince, the trip is yours.<br /><br /><br /></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-68097729427150119842011-06-23T19:46:00.000-07:002011-07-26T22:37:01.077-07:00Ibu, keajaiban dunia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOVKzsG_R1KTrtJBQedyhzr7XFI-h0RVRYEJzAzhdg22AFmbyG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOVKzsG_R1KTrtJBQedyhzr7XFI-h0RVRYEJzAzhdg22AFmbyG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tak perlu ku menunggu kesempatan menjadi ibu<br />Tuk bergidik menghirup keagunganmu<br />Tak sabar ku menanti hari ibu<br />Tuk menyebar sucinya kasihmu<br /><br />Ibu,<br />Memanggilmu<br />Ibu,<br />Menyentuhmu<br />Ibu,<br />Menatapmu<br />Ibu,<br />Memujamu<br /><br />Tuhan bersamaku.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://beautifulandhappy.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mother.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.beautifulandhappy.com/2008/05/09/the-mother/&usg=__vH45Dn88cfQRmLUD5esDqu08GOU=&h=516&w=670&sz=154&hl=en&start=21&sig2=R1uqMjEbCGAs1bmkHAhQLw&zoom=1&tbnid=teEwZo1sIyQqzM:&tbnh=116&tbnw=155&ei=3gMETvz7KYbqrQfeuv2xDA&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmother%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1016%26bih%3D543%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=376&page=2&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:21&tx=81&ty=69&biw=1016&bih=543">Photo</a></span><br /></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-8580451233837695762011-06-21T18:58:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:38:29.883-07:00Il pleure dans mon coeur<span style="" lang="FR">Celui ci, ce n'est pas mon œuvre. Mais celui de Paul Verlaine; un poète français de la <span style="font-style: italic;">fin de siècle</span>. Ce poème, est un de mes préfères. Des que je l’ai écouté pour la première fois dans la classe de la littérature où mon chère professeur l’a lu, je l’admire. Simple, profond et blessé.</span><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> </p><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Il pleure dans mon cœur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSwKyhWWIszYibJm14zmIUj3jzJEkdCGXgaU-JQ84JEqNzynMsZew"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 256px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSwKyhWWIszYibJm14zmIUj3jzJEkdCGXgaU-JQ84JEqNzynMsZew" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Il pleure dans mon cœur</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Comme il pleut sur la ville.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Quelle est cette langueur</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Qui pénètre mon cœur ?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Ô bruit doux de la pluie</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Par terre et sur les toits !</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Pour un cœur qui s’ennuie,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Ô le chant de la pluie !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Il pleure sans raison</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Dans ce cœur qui s’écœure.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Quoi ! Nulle trahison ?</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Ce deuil est sans raison.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">C’est bien la pire peine</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">De ne savoir pourquoi,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Sans amour et sans haine,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Mon cœur a tant de peine.</span></p> <p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> </span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Paul Verlaine</span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSwKyhWWIszYibJm14zmIUj3jzJEkdCGXgaU-JQ84JEqNzynMsZew">Photo</a></span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><br /></span></p>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613753819550033712.post-56257620046316992592011-06-16T18:41:00.000-07:002011-07-26T22:34:51.695-07:00WHY?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR6_P4l6SGd0ZnNqcO5AX-NNNPYJy9GF-rUzPv_kLITJDbuX7H7"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 244px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR6_P4l6SGd0ZnNqcO5AX-NNNPYJy9GF-rUzPv_kLITJDbuX7H7" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The world wasn't this cruel.<br />People weren't this blind.<br />Leaders weren't this deaf.<br />Media wasn't this fool.<br /><br />The air wasn't this dirty.<br />Rivers weren't this dark.<br />The earth wasn't this hot.<br />The sky wasn't this gray.<br /><br />Children's eyes weren't this sorrowful.<br />Young people weren't this disrespectful.<br />And I, wasn't this faithless to the future.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTPdYO8vROyg0ohIXEJzVm3EaNz3bZcC0ugKnv-9IJkFJEq7IAb">Photo</a></span><br /></div></div>Degahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967465877984838886noreply@blogger.com0