Dari Hati

22.09

Aku sedang tak ingin membagi kerinduanku ini yang semakin mencekam. Merasakan denyut nadiku sedang menggelegar di kepala, pasti aku sedang ingin benar-benar melihatmu...

Suatu saat, aku duduk di bangku kayu yang bersandaran, di pagi yang tidak dingin tapi menyejukkan. Ketika itu, nafasku tidak beraturan, ada yang ingin meledak di dalam dadaku, tapi ternyata itu bukan apa-apa yang serius, aku hanya sedang gugup karena hari itu adalah kompetisi pertamaku. Pantas saha, perempuan kecil berusia sebelas tahun dulu begitu terengah.

Apakah orang-orang terlambat? atau aku yang begitu semangat menyambut kompetisi pertamaku? Di tempat yang tak kukenal itu, aku hanya memberanikan diri untuk bersandar di kursi kayu panjang. Apa yang bisa aku lakukan saat itu? Hanya mengayunkan kaki-kaki ku yang tergantung karena kursi itu terlalu tinggi. Seperti itu hingga aku bosan dan ada bayangan yang aku lihat dekat tempatku bersandar.

Aku mengenalnya, dia laki-laki berbadan gilik yang cerdas, tak heran aku terpesona. Belum sempat aku temukan apa pesonanya, harus bertemu langsung untuk menemukan kesannya.

Dia bukan orang yang pemalu, dia tahu aku memandangnya dengan sedikit rayu dan ketika itu, ketika hanya aku dan dia yang ada di tempat asing itu, yang membuatku tak sanggup berkata, "Kamu suka denganku, ya?".

Aku hanya bisa dengar suara lucunya. Aku tak lihat bentuk ekspresi apa yang dia pasang saat itu, raut apa yang ada di ujung bibirnya, dan pandangan seperti apa yang berteduh di bawah bulu mata lentiknya. Aku hanya mampu tersipu dan membisu.

Rindu ini tentu semakin rindang, tapi tak seperti rimbun daun-daun beringin yang sejuk untuk tempat berteduh. 

Dari cerita masa kecilku, aku tak menyangka akan terus teringat hingga sekarang. Ketika dia telah hilang.

Sosok yang penuh kesan.
Kami memiliki hobi yang sama saat itu. Tak hanya itu, bahkan guru kursus piano kami adalah orang yang sama.

Semoga tempatmu bersemayam nyaman dan hangat, sampai jumpa di kehidupan yang lain. Rasanya benar-benar menyesakkan untuk menyadari bahwa sementara ini aku tak mungkin melihatmu lagi, entah sementara atau selamanya. Sudah lima tahun sejak hari yang tak terduga itu, aku tak ingin mengingat kapan hari pastinya. Inginku, itu tak pernah terjadi.

Diary

Pajama and Sushi Story

23.14


Counting days to the start of new semester and rewarding my self for a short holiday in a town, 6-hour away from home. In the last week of holiday when it's should be the most hectic days preparing for the next jam, I am carefree-ly away from home and siding at sister's new boarding room. Sorry guys, I care for my serotonin better than everything. Ha-ha...

A night of two sisters who wished to get the meals by delivery had to be ruined to another way because none of us had cash in hands. With sleepy and sluggish body, we didn't even care to prettily design our night attire. 
And...
We drove out with cozy pajama, no cologne, no lotion, no powders, and no shame for being too clumsy among people who dressed beautifully.

Ordering two portion of ramen, two iced-lemon tea, and Sakana (basically a takoyaki with i-forgot-the-name sauce), we tried to once be a shameless girls fooling around only with pajama.

Ebi Furai Ramen

I wanted to describe my 'sinking' ebi furai ramen which was damn so good. Firstly, the main attraction which is the ebi was a bit off. Why? we usually got our ebi tempura with crispy coat, right? But what I got was the sinking ebi tempura in the sea of ramen's soup. Well, the juicy taste of ebi was still there, luckily, but getting my ebi tempura already swamped inside the bowl was just...

But, that wasn't really matter actually since the soup is just so so good. Maybe, that was one of the most delectable ramen's soup I have ever tried. Complete with sliced-leek, nori, and the crunchy of sesame seeds, the dish was really warm for dinner meal. 

Well, that's our dinner, how's yours? 

I am writing this while laying prone facing my sister's laptop, away from home, Semarang, listening to random songs.

The holiday will end really soon, so sad that my leisure time has to end...

these pretty lanterns comfort the ambience


Thoughts

Beggar in Dilemma

06.04



How should we struggle upon this society’s disease? Who should take this blame? And why this problem never meets its end?

I was enjoying the night before my exam on the next day, with no other intention, with my half empty head, I sat on a mat, well--just call it a mat, a man around thirty offers me to rent his piece of cloth with something printed on it, like a banner ad. That’s just how people earn money these days, everything can do. He does a business with me over a used banner ad cost five thousands rupiah.

I don’t remember how long exactly I sat there just as how i don’t remember how many persons came either with clapping their hands and singing  or just with hand opened shoving toward me.

First Judgment?

They are beggars, prone to be a thread and they have no shame for being one.
Beggar /ˈbeg.ə r / /-ɚ/ noun
1. A person, typically a homeless one, who lives by asking for money or food.
2. [with adjective] informal A person of a specified type, especially one to be envied or pitied.

Agreeing to what George Orwell wrote in his first book, Down and Out in Paris and London,
“A beggar, looked at realistically, is simply a businessman, getting his living, like other businessmen, in the way that comes to hand. He has not, more than most modern people, sold his honor, he has merely made the mistake of choosing a trade at which it is impossible to grow rich”

If only government could forget about their value, beggar could have been a profession, a progressive one to oblige them paying taxes.

Taking the perspective economically, they are doing very profitable business but little-or-much they cause loss in some way. Beggar is a passive commerce, in one side they get profit but reversely they can’t give anything back, except ensuring those noble act of compassion and generousness will get a payback from god.

If people think that maybe those people are only the victims of poverty, or some would harshly say they come from the incompetence of government, we can’t say it’s not right. They probably will use that excuse when you ask.

They are capable enough to receive the training base on their interest which actually alienate their reason for not giving contribution when in another place we can see how people selling newpapers, being a laborer, or just anything legal for supporting their family.

Despite the fact that beggar is illegal, harming society’s value, or damaging national’s economy in further, beggar problem is like prostitution. No matter how bad we want to settle this case, it’s also hard to answer where will we put those thousands of people. We can’t hide that indeed in another side government also feel burdened. How long will the government’s hand able to bear those people, protect them like how they protect others? 
 
They are beggar, they say that’s the only way to live by funding to fulfill their needs.

Places

Dusun Bambu, Bandung

03.07





Bandung has always been another nice city to stay and long for. Because there won’t be any year without going there, at least once a year, well not really in Bandung, mommy’s mom is abiding in Cimahi, one of the most hectic sub-cities around Bandung.

If you happen to visit Bandung, get your mind and self together to stay away from malls and everything labeled shopping spot, save time to look on one of its peace-inspiring spot around Situ Lembang. You’ll need only an hour and thirteen minutes in traffic (well, if suddenly Bandung goes silent) from Trans Studio Bandung, approximately twenty-five kilometers drive.

Dusun Bambu.
Jl. Kolonel Masturi Km. 11
Situ Lembang, Bandung Barat, Jawa Barat

This would be an ideal place for those who want a release. Its leisurely scenery is soothing for eyes and soul.

Firstly, if you enter from the second and third parking lot you’ll need to ride a car they have provided freely to get onto the main spot. With the thrilling road, going on through hill and slope, this would get you that feel of nature with the signature cold of Lembang.

There are loads of interesting thing you can do in Dusun Bambu. If you adore photography, the up-down flower beds are really photogenic. Besides, the also offer us a cozy place to have family meals at the side of the small lake. If you only want to go snacking, they also have kind of food court called Pasar Khatulistiwa where we could get some light or heavy meals.
 
An interesting concept they have there is the money inside our purse would have no value. Why? Because no matter how much we have, we can’t use it before exchanging them into voucher. Quite a work to walk here and there to exchange our money every time we we want to buy something but it’s kind of cute to see everyone holding a big paper money

Diary

When Sister Met Sister (Udon and Sushi's Time)

09.41



こんにちは。

Konnichiha, guess what? I got my long holiday already. Ending this July with soul loaded with uncertainties of exams' result doesn't mean I have to be deflated and depressed. Yoohoo--I am not going to be broody. Thanks to my lovely sister, she came home and acted like a sister (?), no. Actually she has always been behaving the same way. She is good not only at bellyaching but also spending money especially on me, a penniless bumbling little sister.

As I have shuffled from the finish line of the second semester being in college, sister treated me and we got into a new sushi bar today to binge on some bowls of udon and slices of sushi. Fortunately, I can feel it again after about five months couldn't catch my breath. There were times when all I gulped and swallowed was worse than tasteless, and I got my papilla back to how it should be today! Good things I am blessed with immense munchies and great appetite.

Come on, ask me! How was it?

Not bad.

My sister kept saying that she likes how they use a wooden-based interior to get us the experience like authentically in Japan. But for me, I like how they force us to enjoy the pure taste of their kitchen. There are only two places in my town which serve food and want us to devour the taste like how they want us to. With only washabi, soy sauce, and sliced red ginger on the table, the typical items complementing Japanese dishes. Impressive, because most of sushi eatery would offer me chili sauce to fit my taste or to cover their illusory  dish.

I ate udon.

The tempura udon I ordered is so much like a dish I have ever ordered in a different oriental restaurant. Simply, udon and soy soup with some side-dishes (?), like onion ring, carrot-tempura, and ebi-tempura. Taste usually good.

One thing which tasted special for me was the ebi-tempura! Deep-fried with crispy coat, it just looked like another ebi-tempura. But you'll never get the taste of the sea smeared on your mouth. It wasn't fishy. It was really good like how when we bite on some cheesy snack but it came out as a different sensation. Well--I am not really good at describing something, if you couldn't get the imagination, just go and grab some! I am telling you there's no good envisioning about food, just going to make you salivating all day long.


Diary

The Screwed OSCE

23.16

by weheartit
People often say enjoying something that you do makes achieving things effortless. It steers you away from worrying so much about where you ranked but rather think about things you get with what you do.

There were 12 stations and I had to finish it in three days. First day before ied, and just yesterday since Tuesday I finished the rest...

Diary

Stuck

23.38

Since this is my personal diary, so just get out if you don't want to hear me raging, hollering, or grouching
credited to starlight
Listening to Miri Lee's cover of Jessie J's Flashlight, recently like this song too much. I am facing my netbook, slightly depressed.

It's almost a year living my life as a college student, people said I have to grow mature not only older. Some people said they are having the most incredible story during this time, when finally they could break free from home, away from parents and survive on their own. Indeed, it sounded so logical why they said so. Me too, finding this life is so indiscernible now. Why?

I could say I am trapped in a world where people live with their obsession for their future life (whether those who try to pursue their dream becoming a savior of people's life or those who run only for title). I am a complicated girl with too many dreams to pursue, let's say I want to master anything I see people can do. But-- oops! Like I said, I am trapped. 

The bad thing is that, I don't know what I am doing right now. What will I become? What would I able to do later? Those questions, I can't find the answers, yet.

Gosh! I really like studying. Reading books, knowing many things, finding the details, I love that. It shouldn't be hard for me to do what my fellow friends do. Staying in classes, heeding the lecturers, taking notes, those are not that hard because what I am learning now are things that people would be amazed if I tell them, things that people always curious if I don't tell them, things that would make people safe if they know it. 

The hard times come when suddenly there's a voice from the back of my head whispering, "Really, what are you doing right now?"

Simply, all my fellow would answer the exact same thing. 

Sadly, till now, I haven't found the answer. I am not sure of what I am doing.

Indiscernible? Yes.




Story

The Carbonated Smile...

16.56



I'd like to start with heart-rending poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, of all lives showed me how to express love, the ulterior story behind her words could depict what is blooming inside me...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

by the back sound of Yiruma's What Beautiful Stars.


One must be frustrated when realizing his chest is overflown by the unfamiliar feeling yet breezy, no?

Life is such a tease, only seeing how you smile something inside me is jumping like a frog between rains. Neurotransmitter? Maybe it's such a thing the book said, induced my seventh cranial nerve to move forming a smile, maybe it's such a thing that make my heart feels at ease. I can't describe it further, how my body reacts on that carbonated smile.

Why carbonated?

Just as how it was described, it's fizzy because it contains bubbles that fill up my chest, giving smarting sensation yet banging, making my rise and fall chest hurt because too much carbon dioxide, but addictive.

Dear the owner of the carbonated smile...
You got me.
I don't know what to call this feeling, it could only be a simple admiration...

Thoughts

Femininity

03.10


feminism (noun) /ˈfem.ɪ.nɪ.z ə m/
the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state
She had a lifelong commitment to feminism.

World enters a new sequence of dynamic changes, where feminism finds its comeback, where using bra can be counted as restricting woman’s right, well not all, but for some…

Sadly, we keep moving on from bad to worse, to the worst. For a decade, we have fought to give woman legal and reproductive rights, pursuing higher education, topping the trades and professions, and even reversing the beliefs about their social role, not to mention, house-husband is quite popular now.

Dealing with thousand of exasperation and reproaches didn’t make it enough for them to bend. The affluent, educated, liberated women, there, do not feel as free as they want to. Instead of contemplating their apparent frivolous fool, concerning whether the dress would work on them is too much taking place.

Well, thing to concern about woman isn’t more how to take them in politics. Thing to concern now is how to make them domestic and passive…

Women destined to live as a pure existence, could I say an incarnation of angel without wings?

Found a heartrending clips above, it’s an allusion. Where in one side women share their artless affections, on the other side women show no differences from demons.

The idea of feminism little-or-much, has contorted people’s mind and not impossible, their heart. 

Woman is fragile, their heart maybe made out of plastic or glass, they need to be protected, handled with cares, no? 

“yes.” 

I believe most of us will completely say yes.

I never heard them vowing as a monk to be pure and chastity, but doesn’t mean it’s okay to see thousand of babies thrown out in the street. Sad thing to mention, they become heartless?

Dari Hati

suatu saat ku rindu...

21.14



Demi rasa yang tuhan limpahkan pada semesta, mungkin rindu harus tetap berujung rindu. Agar hangat rasanya, dua orang saling merindu dalam jarak yang tak menentu. Kalaupun aku mampu untuk mengurai seberapa panjang jingga ini akan terbentang, tak pasti juga aku akan menemukanmu, pria manis yang mengisi anganku. Aku tak ingin mencari apalagi berlari menyusuri raut yang kau sisakan untukku tahu tempatmu berada. Aku tak berani menghadap, menatap, walau sekejap, entah apa, tapi aku ragu.

Dalam suatu rindu yang pernah aku tak mampu menahannya, saat itu sebuah mimpi yang tak pernah aku nanti hadir di sela keinginanku untuk senyap terlelap. Pria manis yang aku harap masih aku dapat katakan milikku, kau menyapaku dengan senyum berjuta rasa. Aku mampu melihat jelas bulu matamu bergerak-gerak mengikuti kedipan halusmu. Saat itu saja aku merasa terganggu, yang seharusnya aku merasa haru, tapi hanya tersisa ragu. Aku tak ingin mimpi itu hanya menjadi mimpi, tapi bahkan aku tak berani menginginkannya sebagai janji.

...

Mungkin tuhan membuatnya jalannya, di mana kita bertemu melalui birama-birama rumit yang kita suka memainkannya menjadi nada manis di ata piano. Mungkin itu juga mengapa, aku tak bisa menjaga dan berpura-pura untuk tidak gugup saat siapapun memainkan piano. Karena rasanya, aku ingin kembali pada saat itu, ketika nyanyian yang paling aku suka adalah raut lembut wajahmu yang bersahaja saat memainkan nada sederhana. Sederhana pun mampu membuatku jatuh berulang kali...

"Tahu mengapa lagu-lagu mu selalu menjadi yang terbaik?"

"Karena hanya aku yang mampu menangkap gelombangnya..."

Aku bergumam karena aku memang rindu,

bersama lagu indah Yiruma, river flows in you...