I have a feeling that this is gonna be the last post of this year, so, Happy New Year everyone! We all have different experiences this year, and I personally had a blast. I mean, well, there must be some pains happened, but it wasn’t so bad either. Okay, I’ll confess it. It is, bad. But I’ve survived it so nothing could be worse! Yeah, it’s still too early to talk about it, we still have about, like, what, 5 days remaining in this year? And it doesn’t mean that in 5 days the worst thing of the year can’t happen, because of course it can, but let’s just say a prayer for that. If only life is as easy as pie…
I don’t have any new year resolutions. I am a person with no new year resolutions. I think I’m too young to have a resolution. I only believe in goals. Because planning resolutions is so boring, y’know, and consequently I’ll end up wishing I’d be a better person, like, more patient, more clever, less selfish and all that shit. We all wanna be better, who doesn’t? It doesn’t deserve a place in a new year resolution, because it’s exactly what we want. Not for the upcoming year but even for the upcoming days.
I have some goals, yeah, and some plans, but I don’t think they’re resolutions. But mostly this year I’m doing something different! I dream about, not goals, not plans and not resolutions, but impossibility. Like, the “what if” questions. You know, Beyonce’s latest single “If I were a boy”? Yes, it’s kinda like that. And guess what? It’s fun!
If I were something in my bedroom, I’d… be my TV. It’s broken now and now it’s just sat there being all dusty and disgusting, but it’s still a TV. That’s what I wanna be as a person. No matter how bad I’d become, I’d still be a person and people will still see me as I am.
If I were a fruit, I’d… be so many lemons. One of my best friend had told me about, y’know, what she thinks about me because it’s almost the end of the year and we were talking about confession. She told me that, yes I might make noises and mishaps and loud laughter, loud voice, funny faces, corny jokes, but still I’m very bitter inside. Maybe someday I’ll find people who can make me change from so many lemons to litres of lemonade.
If I were a doctor, I’d… sign up to UN and work for Unicef.
If I were living in the 60s, I’d… be busy traveling between UK and US. I wanna watch as much gigs of The Beatles and Elvis Presley as possible! Gosh I always wish I live in this decade!
If I were in a band, it’d be… Jonas Brothers. HAHAHAHA! No, this isn’t so embarrassing. Musically and visually, yes they are… umm… yeah, you know. But personally they’re total nuns! I am a total nun. I could be pretty classic and traditional about things.
If I were a boy, I’d… learn how to love a girl. Every girl has their own type of prince charming, but I think no girl can resist a boy who’s willing to die for her… Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry boys.
If I were a character in ‘Twilight’ saga, I’d… be Rosalie. I don’t read the book, but from many sources I know that she’s the flashy, coolest girl on the original story (because I don’t see it on the movie). Not that I wanna be someone very flashy, very beautiful or whatever, but rather because I think having a boyfriend like Emmett would be so awesome. Who knows?
If I were an animal, I’d be… a Pegasus. You know, it’s not real. I just like the idea that it’s not real but people still know what kind of animal it is. Hey wait, is it an animal?
If I were a journalist, I’d… be a photojournalist for French Vogue. French Vogue is easier than the American but it has the much better style, the classic, BCBG (bon chic bon genre) Parisian couture. Carina Roitfeld (the famous editor-in-chief) once said that only Parisian women like this magazine, the rest of the country don’t. That’s why French Vogue is easier, it’s smaller. And also, because it’s in France, they can do anything on the cover. They can smoke, they can make provocative pictures… they’re free to do anything. Vive le France!
If I were a father, I’d… be someone like my father. My father isn’t someone so famous, so rich or so fashionable and all that matters. But he’s the most harmless person in the world I know, like he can only hurt himself. And so his children are kids who know how comfortable it is being around someone harmless, and that it’s the most important thing at home.
If I were a philanthropist, I’d… buy lands. Andy Warhol once said, “Land really is the best art”. And Mark Twain said, “Buy land, they’re not making it anymore.” And with the lands I would’ve bought I’d build comfortable flats for the needy families. I want everyone to have a home. I want everyone to know what a very comfortable place a home is.
If I were a president of The U.S, I’d… change the way people think of the nation. America isn’t the heart of this world, y’know, they’re not strong enough. Yes it’s a big pie, and then what? Being all eaten up? That’s not cool. I think I’ll just share the power with other countries instead, like, UK, Germany, France, Russia… they’re nations with smart and cool people. They could be good companions.
If I were son of John Lennon, I’d… rather be Julian Lennon. Musically I like Julian better than Sean, though Sean has a better popularity. Julian is the inspiration for the song ‘Hey Jude’ and ‘Lucy in the sky with diamonds’, two of the best songs by The Beatles. But I’m not interested in being half-blooded person, especially when it comes to two countries which take 12 hours flight to reach each other.
If I could choose to be any woman in the world, I’d be… Yoko Ono. I like her, really. I think she’s a bold, brave and yet loving woman. I know she took John from Cynthia, but she still loves him until today anyway, so it’s like, very okay. That means their love was true. And she dedicated her arts to her departed husband, to the world peace and all that things that impress me. Her arts are so awesome I can’t believe there was a couple like John and Yoko.
If I were a rockstar, I’d… be Pete Doherty! He’s a junkie, a model-sleeper, but he’s still the coolest rockstar to me and I’m thinking that’s what rockstars should be: Like Pete Doherty! Why should everybody wants him to be drugs-free and just all about musically genius? That’s stupid.
If I were a Hollywood superstar, I’d… be Angelina Jolie. Just everything she does is right. Adopting kids, winning awards, being a UN ambassador… What’s not right is stealing husband and sadly there’s no prison charge for stealing someone’s husband. But, you know, if Hollywood still exists for the next 200 years, they’ll still know who’s the bitch in this shocking love triangle, not the one who let her husband fall into someone else. Look at Cynthia Lennon who loses John to Yoko! Not everybody knows that John was once married to Cynthia before Yoko…
If I could choose with whom I live with… it’d be Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. First of all, they could treat me from breakfast to brunch to lunch to dinner to supper. Second of all, I could live in their fabulous life everyday. And third, I could raid their closet and if I can’t wear it for myself I could just sell it to people or other designer! Viva la vida!
If I could live anywhere in the world, I’d live in… Cambridge. I love this city. Oh no, the world love is not enough. There must be another word to tell how much I like this city… It’s not so hectic, not so cold, it’s very great and amazing. It takes only 1 hour to London, and from London I can reach any other cool cities in the world very easily. Paris, Milan, Hamburg, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Madrid, New York, LA… ooh I can’t wait!!!!
Well, I believe that we all have imagination. This kind of game is a very cool way to play with your imagination instead just sitting down, playing games, write down some shits… Yeah I know this is shit, but reality leaves a lot to your imagination, so why don’t take it? They’re free!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Anger Management
Pagi-pagi jam 8, gue baru bangun tidur, kakak gue udah marah-marah.
This is the kind of emotional problem I seriously hate after depression. I was this very spoiled brat, I got angry easily. but one trip, one day, one person and one advice change me from the kind of person I used to be.
waktu itu gue abis makan siang di sebuah restoran bergaya eropa gitu di Amsterdam, terus jalan-jalan menuju Red Light District. dan gue ngambek sama temen gue. sebenernya nggak serius, walaupun waktu itu gue kan udah capek banget tapi emang bercandanya pas lagi nyengit2nya. annoying banget parah. bahkan gue udah ngambek aja masih diceng2in. bastards.
then this girl came to me. I just knew her when first I arrived at Paris because she was a friend of my senior and when I was talking to my senior on a Paris metro she introduced me to her.
dia bilang gini. ini penting banget. dia memang menggurui gue tapi omongannya sangat masuk ke otak gue, "oh jadi lo marah? lo jangan seenaknya aja dong kalo mau marah. emangnya cuma lo doang yang bisa marah? gue juga bisa marah. semua juga bisa marah, nggak cuma lo doang. lo nggak berhak untuk marah, emang lo mau dimarahin? emang lo ga capek dimarahin?"
actually she was just saying something really simple, not something philosophical or, well, whatever. tapi itu masuk ke dalam logika gue dan hati sanubari gue sampe akhirnya gue langsung ketawa saat itu juga dan marah gue ilang. sampe hari ini, gue masih suka marah. tapi gue berusaha untuk selalu inget apa yang dia bilang supaya kemarahan gue reda. not only for the sake of other people but more like, for me.
This is the kind of emotional problem I seriously hate after depression. I was this very spoiled brat, I got angry easily. but one trip, one day, one person and one advice change me from the kind of person I used to be.
waktu itu gue abis makan siang di sebuah restoran bergaya eropa gitu di Amsterdam, terus jalan-jalan menuju Red Light District. dan gue ngambek sama temen gue. sebenernya nggak serius, walaupun waktu itu gue kan udah capek banget tapi emang bercandanya pas lagi nyengit2nya. annoying banget parah. bahkan gue udah ngambek aja masih diceng2in. bastards.
then this girl came to me. I just knew her when first I arrived at Paris because she was a friend of my senior and when I was talking to my senior on a Paris metro she introduced me to her.
dia bilang gini. ini penting banget. dia memang menggurui gue tapi omongannya sangat masuk ke otak gue, "oh jadi lo marah? lo jangan seenaknya aja dong kalo mau marah. emangnya cuma lo doang yang bisa marah? gue juga bisa marah. semua juga bisa marah, nggak cuma lo doang. lo nggak berhak untuk marah, emang lo mau dimarahin? emang lo ga capek dimarahin?"
actually she was just saying something really simple, not something philosophical or, well, whatever. tapi itu masuk ke dalam logika gue dan hati sanubari gue sampe akhirnya gue langsung ketawa saat itu juga dan marah gue ilang. sampe hari ini, gue masih suka marah. tapi gue berusaha untuk selalu inget apa yang dia bilang supaya kemarahan gue reda. not only for the sake of other people but more like, for me.
Sunrise&Sunset
Celine: I like to feel his eyes when I look away.
*
Celine: I had worked for this old man and once he told me that he had spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. And he was fifty-two and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one and nothing. He was almost crying saying that.
*
Jesse: You know what’s the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It’s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they’re thinking of you. You know, you’d like to think you’re both in all this pain but they’re just like, “Hey, I’m glad you’re gone.”
*
Jesse: Why is it, that a dog, sleeping in the sun, is so beautiful, y’know, it is, it’s beautiful, but a guy, standing at a bank machine, trying to take some money out, looks like a complete moron?
*
Celine: People can lead their life as a lie. My grandmother, she was married to this man, and I always thought she had a very simple, uncomplicated love life. But she just confessed to me that she spent her whole life dreaming about another man she was always in love with. She just accepted her fate. It’s so sad.
*
Jesse: I kind of see this all love as this, escape for two people who don’t know how to be alone. People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there’s nothing more selfish.
*
Jesse: Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?
Celine: Yeah, why. It’s stupid.
*
Celine: I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
*
Celine: They enjoy the day but not the process. But the reality of it is that the true work of improving thing is in the little achievements of the day.
*
Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
*
Celine: There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much.
Celine: I had worked for this old man and once he told me that he had spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. And he was fifty-two and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one and nothing. He was almost crying saying that.
*
Jesse: You know what’s the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It’s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they’re thinking of you. You know, you’d like to think you’re both in all this pain but they’re just like, “Hey, I’m glad you’re gone.”
*
Jesse: Why is it, that a dog, sleeping in the sun, is so beautiful, y’know, it is, it’s beautiful, but a guy, standing at a bank machine, trying to take some money out, looks like a complete moron?
*
Celine: People can lead their life as a lie. My grandmother, she was married to this man, and I always thought she had a very simple, uncomplicated love life. But she just confessed to me that she spent her whole life dreaming about another man she was always in love with. She just accepted her fate. It’s so sad.
*
Jesse: I kind of see this all love as this, escape for two people who don’t know how to be alone. People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there’s nothing more selfish.
*
Jesse: Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?
Celine: Yeah, why. It’s stupid.
*
Celine: I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
*
Celine: They enjoy the day but not the process. But the reality of it is that the true work of improving thing is in the little achievements of the day.
*
Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
*
Celine: There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Indonesia tahun 2048
I would be 45 at the time.
No, that's unnecessary.
This post will be a little bit political. So if you hate political issue, leave now.
Satu menit yang lalu, dengan susah payah, memakai internet rumah gue yang lemotnya bisa bikin tobat, gue nonton video tawuran pelajar (!!!). Gini deh, lima jam yang lalu gue masih berpikir, "Ah elah, tawuran pelajar? Ya udah gih sana sakit ya sakit aja sendiri, screw it, I'm so darn indifferent about it." Well now I changed my mind.
Mungkin ini simple ya, atau gue yang lebay. Tapi ini sebenernya masalah yang BESAR. Gue, sebagai cewek bisa bayangin, seandainya gue punya anak nanti, mau cewek atau cowok, gue nggak mau dia jadi tukang tawuran! No one was raised just to fight against people for the sake of your school's tradition! Hello? cuma bawa nama angkatan doang? Fourty years from now, saat lo udah umur hampir 60-an dan lo sakit stroke atau komplikasi, angkatan lo nggak mungkin ada di sisi lo untuk ngobatin lo, got it?
Semua tukang tawuran di sana, lo harus tau manwhores: #1. sekolah bukan negara lo, lo nggak punya kewajiban secara hukum untuk membelanya dan, #2. sekolah adalah salah satu hal yang seharusnya nggak ada aja, jadi ngapain juga lo belain. kalo lo nggak mati sih masih sukur ya. kalo lo mati? nanti mak lo ditanya, "Anaknya mati kenapa bu?" "Terbunuh di tawuran pelajar, bu." Malu dunia akhirat untuk mak lo, bapak lo terutama elo. #3. berantem itu sakit dan nyakitin orang itu dosa. idup udah susah, nggak usah tawuran aja dosa udah banyak, mau selama apa sih lo di neraka? yakin bakal betah disana, huh?
Dan gue pernah ya, iseng banget buka forum salah satu sekolah tukang ribut. ada alumninya yang bilang gini:
"Gue seneng banget dengan sekolah kita ini, sebelom masuk sini gue letoy, apa aja nerima. sekarang di kampus, gue jadi kuat, lebih jantan, punya attitude, blablabla" tai kucing.
In the proper life, you don't really need to be strong kecuali lo mau jadi kuli. gue sih ogah. gini ya, dunia ini nggak butuh pemimpin yang gede ototnya. ih boro-boro gede ototnya. bukannya tukang tawuran tuh badannya item, dekil, kurus, persis kuli ya? berarti, semua orang yang rajin tawuran adalah calon kuli masa depan.
dan gue kebayang, kalo terus kayak gini, negara kita Indonesia yang dari sekarang aja udah bapuk ini, mau bangga gitu dengan generasi kuli? No offense, kita semua butuh kuli buat bangun rumah, gedung dan lain-lain yang penting. tapi kita butuh pemimpin, ladies and gentlemen, bukan kuli. pemimpin yang memimpin dengan otak dan cinta, bukan dengan otot dan kebencian pada lawan.
Who wants to see our president someone who deserves to be kuli? Oops, nobody raise a hand.
Ooh, gue nonton di TV bahwa George W. Bush dilempar dengan sepasang sepatu oleh seorang Iraqi journalist. dan jurnalis itu sekarang ditahan. pas ngeliatnya gue ngerasa, wow, Mr. President deserves that. walaupun secara etika, hey that's not a good thing. but that cool journalist is an Iraqi man, kalo gue bayangin jadi dia, ngeliat negara gue dibom, dijajah di jaman modern gini, pria-pria dibunuh, anak kecil diajarin pegang senjata, wanita dikejar-kejar, dan dia juga kan otaknya Islam dimusuhin setengah idup sama dunia, well, gue juga akan melakukan hal yang sama. Membunuh Bush itu nggak mungkin, that's off limit. Pertama, ngebunuh itu dosa. Itu nggak diajarkan dalam Islam, mau dia kafir kek, Yahudi kek. Kedua, gue pengen ngeliat Bush mati pelan-pelan, tersiksa secara mental, fisik dan finansial, sampe dia dalam keadaan hidup segan mati tak mau.
Tahun 2048 nanti, mungkin gue udah akan bisa melihat orang-orang yang kira-kira seangkatan sama gue sekarang jadi presiden. Kita nggak mau presiden kualitas kuli, setuju? Jadi, pelajar kualitas kuli di sana, please, jangan mencalonkan diri jadi presiden.
No, that's unnecessary.
This post will be a little bit political. So if you hate political issue, leave now.
Satu menit yang lalu, dengan susah payah, memakai internet rumah gue yang lemotnya bisa bikin tobat, gue nonton video tawuran pelajar (!!!). Gini deh, lima jam yang lalu gue masih berpikir, "Ah elah, tawuran pelajar? Ya udah gih sana sakit ya sakit aja sendiri, screw it, I'm so darn indifferent about it." Well now I changed my mind.
Mungkin ini simple ya, atau gue yang lebay. Tapi ini sebenernya masalah yang BESAR. Gue, sebagai cewek bisa bayangin, seandainya gue punya anak nanti, mau cewek atau cowok, gue nggak mau dia jadi tukang tawuran! No one was raised just to fight against people for the sake of your school's tradition! Hello? cuma bawa nama angkatan doang? Fourty years from now, saat lo udah umur hampir 60-an dan lo sakit stroke atau komplikasi, angkatan lo nggak mungkin ada di sisi lo untuk ngobatin lo, got it?
Semua tukang tawuran di sana, lo harus tau manwhores: #1. sekolah bukan negara lo, lo nggak punya kewajiban secara hukum untuk membelanya dan, #2. sekolah adalah salah satu hal yang seharusnya nggak ada aja, jadi ngapain juga lo belain. kalo lo nggak mati sih masih sukur ya. kalo lo mati? nanti mak lo ditanya, "Anaknya mati kenapa bu?" "Terbunuh di tawuran pelajar, bu." Malu dunia akhirat untuk mak lo, bapak lo terutama elo. #3. berantem itu sakit dan nyakitin orang itu dosa. idup udah susah, nggak usah tawuran aja dosa udah banyak, mau selama apa sih lo di neraka? yakin bakal betah disana, huh?
Dan gue pernah ya, iseng banget buka forum salah satu sekolah tukang ribut. ada alumninya yang bilang gini:
"Gue seneng banget dengan sekolah kita ini, sebelom masuk sini gue letoy, apa aja nerima. sekarang di kampus, gue jadi kuat, lebih jantan, punya attitude, blablabla" tai kucing.
In the proper life, you don't really need to be strong kecuali lo mau jadi kuli. gue sih ogah. gini ya, dunia ini nggak butuh pemimpin yang gede ototnya. ih boro-boro gede ototnya. bukannya tukang tawuran tuh badannya item, dekil, kurus, persis kuli ya? berarti, semua orang yang rajin tawuran adalah calon kuli masa depan.
dan gue kebayang, kalo terus kayak gini, negara kita Indonesia yang dari sekarang aja udah bapuk ini, mau bangga gitu dengan generasi kuli? No offense, kita semua butuh kuli buat bangun rumah, gedung dan lain-lain yang penting. tapi kita butuh pemimpin, ladies and gentlemen, bukan kuli. pemimpin yang memimpin dengan otak dan cinta, bukan dengan otot dan kebencian pada lawan.
Who wants to see our president someone who deserves to be kuli? Oops, nobody raise a hand.
Ooh, gue nonton di TV bahwa George W. Bush dilempar dengan sepasang sepatu oleh seorang Iraqi journalist. dan jurnalis itu sekarang ditahan. pas ngeliatnya gue ngerasa, wow, Mr. President deserves that. walaupun secara etika, hey that's not a good thing. but that cool journalist is an Iraqi man, kalo gue bayangin jadi dia, ngeliat negara gue dibom, dijajah di jaman modern gini, pria-pria dibunuh, anak kecil diajarin pegang senjata, wanita dikejar-kejar, dan dia juga kan otaknya Islam dimusuhin setengah idup sama dunia, well, gue juga akan melakukan hal yang sama. Membunuh Bush itu nggak mungkin, that's off limit. Pertama, ngebunuh itu dosa. Itu nggak diajarkan dalam Islam, mau dia kafir kek, Yahudi kek. Kedua, gue pengen ngeliat Bush mati pelan-pelan, tersiksa secara mental, fisik dan finansial, sampe dia dalam keadaan hidup segan mati tak mau.
Tahun 2048 nanti, mungkin gue udah akan bisa melihat orang-orang yang kira-kira seangkatan sama gue sekarang jadi presiden. Kita nggak mau presiden kualitas kuli, setuju? Jadi, pelajar kualitas kuli di sana, please, jangan mencalonkan diri jadi presiden.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I Shot Andy Warhol
I wonder where I can find this movie right now, I never see it like, ever. Has anybody watched this movie? Tell me, I need it to kill some time, my holiday starts to get incredibly boring.
Here are some movies I'm dying to see:
1. I Shot Andy Warhol
2. The Factory
3. Roman Holiday
4. Funny Face
5. The Godfather
6. The Assassination of A High School President
7. Poor Little Rich Girl
8. Y Tu Mama Tambien (alright, I can't spell it well, I don't know how to write it exactly)
So if anyone know how I can get to see them, tell me pleaseeeeeee!
Oh and I'm also dying to watch some play. when in London, three of my friends got a chance to watch 'Phantom of The Opera' at Leicester Square, which I couldn't go because it was my last night there and my luggage was still a huge mess, I couldn't just go out 'til midnight and let it messing around my room! They said it was really cool, it was also their first time to watch a play. Along the tour in Europe they can't stop singing the songs, kewl.
Someday I really wanna watch a play in West End or Broadway, that'll be superb!
Some people might think, am I really such an artist? According to my posts, I always talk shits about Warhol and all kind of artistic things... but no. I'm not an artist. In the proper life, I appreciate arts more than everything, but I hate painting, I hate drawing, and in my art class, we don't usually draw something artistic but more like something technical, like drawings you see in architectural studies. As a matter of fact, I suck at drawing. However I have so much images going on in my mind but my hands are dumb enough to not draw them into something real.
Well, wish school can get some meaning for me rather than just a way to get some diploma.
Here are some movies I'm dying to see:
1. I Shot Andy Warhol
2. The Factory
3. Roman Holiday
4. Funny Face
5. The Godfather
6. The Assassination of A High School President
7. Poor Little Rich Girl
8. Y Tu Mama Tambien (alright, I can't spell it well, I don't know how to write it exactly)
So if anyone know how I can get to see them, tell me pleaseeeeeee!
Oh and I'm also dying to watch some play. when in London, three of my friends got a chance to watch 'Phantom of The Opera' at Leicester Square, which I couldn't go because it was my last night there and my luggage was still a huge mess, I couldn't just go out 'til midnight and let it messing around my room! They said it was really cool, it was also their first time to watch a play. Along the tour in Europe they can't stop singing the songs, kewl.
Someday I really wanna watch a play in West End or Broadway, that'll be superb!
Some people might think, am I really such an artist? According to my posts, I always talk shits about Warhol and all kind of artistic things... but no. I'm not an artist. In the proper life, I appreciate arts more than everything, but I hate painting, I hate drawing, and in my art class, we don't usually draw something artistic but more like something technical, like drawings you see in architectural studies. As a matter of fact, I suck at drawing. However I have so much images going on in my mind but my hands are dumb enough to not draw them into something real.
Well, wish school can get some meaning for me rather than just a way to get some diploma.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
another random day
Being alone at home could be très boring, and we all know that. I've been left alone at home since I was a kid without parents nor sisters, there was always just my maid. and my maid was always like, seriously boring and pathetic. however, when my sister, who's in college majoring in psychology, interviewed me for a research to "typical big city teenager", she asked about who's the most important person in my life, and without thinking I said, "Of course my nanny! you know, she fed me, she took care of me everytime I get hurt, she cooked for me, she tucked me in day and night, she makes up my bed... what she didn't do is just get me some cash!" That makes her angry and she said, "What about me? and mom and dad?" then I said, "Err... well, sure you guys are important, because... we share the same blood, don't we?" (I smirked)
So I spend this dreadful boredom by doing my favorite hobby: daydreaming. It's the best thing I can do, seriously. If only daydreaming can make some cash, I'd be Warren Buffet by now. and you know what? Even with the part where I can do best in, I still can't do it now! I'm out of inspirations, I don't know what to daydream about!
And my next destination is my ex-suitcase. I still don't have it cleaned from my old stuff from my last trip, and in fact there are still some stuffs left. I forgot I bought a Beatles bag which is a wee bit costy because it's been there since July! what a stupid bitch. then I found my best treasure: London A to Z book! It's a very important book for every London tourists because you'll never get lost with this book on your hand. karena iseng akhirnya gue mencari-cari letak rumah gue di situ, which of course I could find it in a snap. gue juga sengaja nyari2 alamat yang nggak penting gitu, misalnya toko Abercrombie&Fitch di Westminster. Gosh, this store is so remarkable I can't forget it!
In the US Abercrombie stores are everywhere but there's only one in London, with no board sign, and even its neighbour stores don't know that the white, hip and full-house building is Abercrombie store! and I also left a Paris metro map, which is very confusing. First, I don't know French. I don't and can't speak it. second, it's looks very complicated that I feel so lucky to always have my Italian guide during my Parisian trip. and the rest, there are many plastic bags from various stores. Okay, let's confess it, I usually collect plastic bags, but only from important stores like Harrods or Primark, because you know what, there's no Harrods or Primark here.
But, it wasn't enough. After that I didn't know what else to do. So I ran to my laptop and start browsing the internet. Well first I signed in to my Facebook, which is getting boring because it's like I've used all the applications and commeting on photos aren't interesting anymore. Then I checked out my e-mail, there's only one new mail from my friend who's now living in NYC saying, "Helloooooooooo bitches! Sup??" Boo-ring.
Setiap kali mentok, gue akan buka blog gue. Awalnya gue bingung, mikir lamaaaaaa banget ga tau mau nulis apa sampai setengah jam kemudian judul aja belom kepikiran. Dan setiap kali kementokan gue juga udah mentok, gue akan buka beberapa website yang paling refreshing kayak http://www.nylonmag.com atau http://www.teenvogue.com and it does inspire me to do something. For every girl these pages is a must, they're chic, savvy, tapi nggak tante-tante, very wearable. what's not wearable is the prices, yeah. Anybody a fan of Hyoni Kang or Skye Stracke here? Well, stop reading here and open.
I found some pictures of the new collections of Thakoon, Alexander Wang and Phillip Lim, and think that maybe as Asian we should be proud of them, they're amazing. Check them out and enjoy it because to buy them is almost uncool. well, maybe it is, cool, but not in the good way. I'm not a fashionista, tapi browsing tentang mereka is way better than stalking your crush's Facebook account.
Gue sih ga tau ya kalo ada orang yang suka banget buka Youtube, karena internet di rumah gue leletnya parah BANGET, tapi memang gue nggak terlalu suka aja nonton Youtube. It's a brilliant idea for those who invented Youtube, thank them for it, but it's not flattering enough for me. Yaa kadang2 ngiri juga sih gue sama yang bisa nonton youtube but I don't like it anyway so why jealous.
While doing it all, it's not complete without music. And since it's silent here I can listen to any songs but my favourite is still Coldplay. I listen to Coldplay, James Morrison (right, cheesy), Damien Rice and Sigur Ros a lot lately, they bring me back a loads of memories that I thought has faded away. Here's my best part (I dnt knw the meaning but I keep on singin this part all day today):
très cool!
So I spend this dreadful boredom by doing my favorite hobby: daydreaming. It's the best thing I can do, seriously. If only daydreaming can make some cash, I'd be Warren Buffet by now. and you know what? Even with the part where I can do best in, I still can't do it now! I'm out of inspirations, I don't know what to daydream about!
And my next destination is my ex-suitcase. I still don't have it cleaned from my old stuff from my last trip, and in fact there are still some stuffs left. I forgot I bought a Beatles bag which is a wee bit costy because it's been there since July! what a stupid bitch. then I found my best treasure: London A to Z book! It's a very important book for every London tourists because you'll never get lost with this book on your hand. karena iseng akhirnya gue mencari-cari letak rumah gue di situ, which of course I could find it in a snap. gue juga sengaja nyari2 alamat yang nggak penting gitu, misalnya toko Abercrombie&Fitch di Westminster. Gosh, this store is so remarkable I can't forget it!
In the US Abercrombie stores are everywhere but there's only one in London, with no board sign, and even its neighbour stores don't know that the white, hip and full-house building is Abercrombie store! and I also left a Paris metro map, which is very confusing. First, I don't know French. I don't and can't speak it. second, it's looks very complicated that I feel so lucky to always have my Italian guide during my Parisian trip. and the rest, there are many plastic bags from various stores. Okay, let's confess it, I usually collect plastic bags, but only from important stores like Harrods or Primark, because you know what, there's no Harrods or Primark here.
But, it wasn't enough. After that I didn't know what else to do. So I ran to my laptop and start browsing the internet. Well first I signed in to my Facebook, which is getting boring because it's like I've used all the applications and commeting on photos aren't interesting anymore. Then I checked out my e-mail, there's only one new mail from my friend who's now living in NYC saying, "Helloooooooooo bitches! Sup??" Boo-ring.
Setiap kali mentok, gue akan buka blog gue. Awalnya gue bingung, mikir lamaaaaaa banget ga tau mau nulis apa sampai setengah jam kemudian judul aja belom kepikiran. Dan setiap kali kementokan gue juga udah mentok, gue akan buka beberapa website yang paling refreshing kayak http://www.nylonmag.com atau http://www.teenvogue.com and it does inspire me to do something. For every girl these pages is a must, they're chic, savvy, tapi nggak tante-tante, very wearable. what's not wearable is the prices, yeah. Anybody a fan of Hyoni Kang or Skye Stracke here? Well, stop reading here and open.
I found some pictures of the new collections of Thakoon, Alexander Wang and Phillip Lim, and think that maybe as Asian we should be proud of them, they're amazing. Check them out and enjoy it because to buy them is almost uncool. well, maybe it is, cool, but not in the good way. I'm not a fashionista, tapi browsing tentang mereka is way better than stalking your crush's Facebook account.
Gue sih ga tau ya kalo ada orang yang suka banget buka Youtube, karena internet di rumah gue leletnya parah BANGET, tapi memang gue nggak terlalu suka aja nonton Youtube. It's a brilliant idea for those who invented Youtube, thank them for it, but it's not flattering enough for me. Yaa kadang2 ngiri juga sih gue sama yang bisa nonton youtube but I don't like it anyway so why jealous.
While doing it all, it's not complete without music. And since it's silent here I can listen to any songs but my favourite is still Coldplay. I listen to Coldplay, James Morrison (right, cheesy), Damien Rice and Sigur Ros a lot lately, they bring me back a loads of memories that I thought has faded away. Here's my best part (I dnt knw the meaning but I keep on singin this part all day today):
Mama tried to wash their faces
But these kids they lost their graces
And daddy lost at the races too many times
She broke down the other day, yeah you know
Some things in life may change
But some things they stay the same
Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by,
I'll be fine
Just give me time
Time, there's always time
On my mind
Pass me by,
I'll be fine
Just give me time
très cool!
Monday, December 1, 2008
The edge of the year
as it is now almost the end of the year, I kind of seize the day in a way that might as well we can call, merenung.
I have this thought that I'd close this year with very pathetic moments. tanggal 27-31 desember nanti angkatan gue pergi ke subang untuk ngerjain karya tulis. and that sounds even worse for some reasons that would be inappropriate to say here. thing is, itu bakal jadi 4 hari paling 'berdarah' dalam hidup gue. not because I'm a big city girl so I can't live in a village, but more like, ya emang gue ga mau aja pergi ke sana. udah beberapa angkatan di atas gue nggak harus menjalani perjalanan tahi kucing ini. gue keselnya kenapa mesti ada acara beginian sih mau naik kelas aja, dengan sistem pendidikan di Indonesia yang udah dari sananya salah banget ini, udah susssaaah banget apalagi buat tipe orang kayak gue. terus gimana dong? well, who gives a damn shit.
this has been a very remarkable and memorable year for me. well I turned 15 this year and it felt nothing special. tapi setidaknya ada banyak hal yang bener-bener bisa bikin gue kangen sama tahun ini. okay, let's just say, my summer trip going thousands of miles away from home. it felt really nice and great, awesomely awesome.
most importantly is that I've gone through a harsh love journey. well, this might sounds cheesy, so let's just skip it. at least I'll always remember to never forget it, and the rest of the people around here.
back to my karya ilmiah, God only knows what it'd be like. I'm terrible in all that scientific thing. I might be in the science class, but it's rubbish. I don't give a damn there, but who cares? gue tau banget karya ilmiah ini bakal hancur berantakan. mungkin gara2 gue atau mungkin juga nggak, tapi tetep aja hancur berantakan. guru gue bilang, "Kalau kamu homestay ke luar negeri, pikiran kamu akan otomatis berubah, pasti lebih forward." true, I know it. "Kalau kamu homestay ke pedesaan, yang akan berubah adalah hati kamu." WHAT? okay, maybe that's trus but how long it will lasts? a day? bahkan temen2 gue yang udah pada ikut ESQ, yang pake nangis2an kayak orang bego aja cuma berubah paling sehari dua hari, paling lama seminggu. lah ini cuma ke pedesaan, dan cuma 4 hari, mau ngapain? I'm afraid there will be nothing to do there. I mean, you know, this is Jakarta and there are lots of things to do, I'll never run out of things! di desa?? uugh.
yea whtvr. I don't care.
I have this thought that I'd close this year with very pathetic moments. tanggal 27-31 desember nanti angkatan gue pergi ke subang untuk ngerjain karya tulis. and that sounds even worse for some reasons that would be inappropriate to say here. thing is, itu bakal jadi 4 hari paling 'berdarah' dalam hidup gue. not because I'm a big city girl so I can't live in a village, but more like, ya emang gue ga mau aja pergi ke sana. udah beberapa angkatan di atas gue nggak harus menjalani perjalanan tahi kucing ini. gue keselnya kenapa mesti ada acara beginian sih mau naik kelas aja, dengan sistem pendidikan di Indonesia yang udah dari sananya salah banget ini, udah susssaaah banget apalagi buat tipe orang kayak gue. terus gimana dong? well, who gives a damn shit.
this has been a very remarkable and memorable year for me. well I turned 15 this year and it felt nothing special. tapi setidaknya ada banyak hal yang bener-bener bisa bikin gue kangen sama tahun ini. okay, let's just say, my summer trip going thousands of miles away from home. it felt really nice and great, awesomely awesome.
most importantly is that I've gone through a harsh love journey. well, this might sounds cheesy, so let's just skip it. at least I'll always remember to never forget it, and the rest of the people around here.
back to my karya ilmiah, God only knows what it'd be like. I'm terrible in all that scientific thing. I might be in the science class, but it's rubbish. I don't give a damn there, but who cares? gue tau banget karya ilmiah ini bakal hancur berantakan. mungkin gara2 gue atau mungkin juga nggak, tapi tetep aja hancur berantakan. guru gue bilang, "Kalau kamu homestay ke luar negeri, pikiran kamu akan otomatis berubah, pasti lebih forward." true, I know it. "Kalau kamu homestay ke pedesaan, yang akan berubah adalah hati kamu." WHAT? okay, maybe that's trus but how long it will lasts? a day? bahkan temen2 gue yang udah pada ikut ESQ, yang pake nangis2an kayak orang bego aja cuma berubah paling sehari dua hari, paling lama seminggu. lah ini cuma ke pedesaan, dan cuma 4 hari, mau ngapain? I'm afraid there will be nothing to do there. I mean, you know, this is Jakarta and there are lots of things to do, I'll never run out of things! di desa?? uugh.
yea whtvr. I don't care.
Friday, November 21, 2008
the road to get stronger
as we grow up and getting tougher, the road to reach there is rougher than ever. and the truth that it should happen to everybody is undeniable. because we fall in love, we fight against people, we rebel to things... and what I'm feeling right now is, I just don't know what to do with myself.
I lost faith in people because of things that happened to me recently. Friends turn to foes, home turns to a silent cave, everyone's busy with themselves and there are things that would be inappropriate to say here and all of them makes me think of one: I'd rather be dead.
there's this one person who I always have this tension to. I don't know if this is just because I'm mean or full of anger or whtvr, I think people always have someone we intend to kill or make a revenge to or maybe just simply scratch their faces. and sadly I sometimes wish it was never this person.
to hate someone we need reason. if we don't than it would be like hating a stranger sitting on the corner of street: very stupid. and the reason why I hate this person is because... well because I've had my heart hurt a few times and that it seems like this person enjoys torturing people's feelings. I never knew someone so envy-driven like this person before. I know that sometimes envy makes us feel bad about ourselves and that how this person handle it is by making other people whom this person had the envy on, feel bad about themselves, so in the end this person would feel like the greatest of all.
This person is UNBELIEVEABLE.
Surprisingly almost everyone knows and feels the same way and they've all been hurt by this person. Sadly it seems like I'm the only who has to face the bitterness of reality that bites.
I lost faith in people because of things that happened to me recently. Friends turn to foes, home turns to a silent cave, everyone's busy with themselves and there are things that would be inappropriate to say here and all of them makes me think of one: I'd rather be dead.
there's this one person who I always have this tension to. I don't know if this is just because I'm mean or full of anger or whtvr, I think people always have someone we intend to kill or make a revenge to or maybe just simply scratch their faces. and sadly I sometimes wish it was never this person.
to hate someone we need reason. if we don't than it would be like hating a stranger sitting on the corner of street: very stupid. and the reason why I hate this person is because... well because I've had my heart hurt a few times and that it seems like this person enjoys torturing people's feelings. I never knew someone so envy-driven like this person before. I know that sometimes envy makes us feel bad about ourselves and that how this person handle it is by making other people whom this person had the envy on, feel bad about themselves, so in the end this person would feel like the greatest of all.
This person is UNBELIEVEABLE.
Surprisingly almost everyone knows and feels the same way and they've all been hurt by this person. Sadly it seems like I'm the only who has to face the bitterness of reality that bites.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
my dreaaaamsss
Hey ya folks, this post is all about me. If I'm crazy, stupid or simply just weird just forgive me coz this is all that I'm thinking of!
First of all, I am reading this ultracool magazine Nylon. I don't know if you think that this magazine is like, costy or anything, I just think that this is very cool, I love it more than other magazines like TeenVogue or Q or GoGirl! whatever it is. This is the October issue, which is 'It Girl Issue' and it's awesome. because if, like me, you like Cory Kennedy, Daisy Lowe, Lou Doillon and Zooey Deschanel, you'll find them all in one magazine!
A few hours ago I read my best friend's blog and she wrote many inspiring things about dreams and future. and I'd love to say it out loud that I have this very big dream in mind, that my parents would never agree about, first of all I wanna be an art museum curator, like for the MoMA or London's Tate Modern. If I can't then I wanna be fashion photographer like Patrick Demarchelier. I found that he's the only one who can make a picture of naked woman to be a real piece of art. My inspirations are people like Andy Warhol, Diana Vreeland, Patrick Demarchelier, Richard Avedon or Irving Penn.
To be like Andy Warhol is an absolute dream because, you know, I know my limits and I can never be as great as him. He's a true legend, you know? He makes me love the Hollywood golden era, I love love love Funny Face, Breakfast at Tiffany's and all. To me, Audrey Hepburn and Edie Sedgwick are incredibly cool people.
I am a dreamer, and I believe my dreams. I always say that I'm a parttime student and a fulltime daydreamer. even during classes I daydream about anything I can. Didn't Mark Twain said, "Don't let school get into your education life?" Unfortunately I live in a nation where school degree is very important, many people here believe in degrees, not experiences and talents and willingnesses. I don't like school, that's why I write this. I'm not a genius at school, that's why I write this. But the true reason why I'm writing this is because school's sucks and it gave you nothing in the end.
Right now I'm listening to Damien Rice's album, 'O'. I don't know whether I'm unlucky or what, I couldn't find it in Indonesia, so I bought it in Oxford. And it's so brilliant I really love it. Jadul sih, but it's still very genius and I recommend you to listen to this record. Besides, I love Rufus Wainwright. He makes music like no one else (well, I'm just exaggerating) but it sounds so sweet. I don't care whether people say he's gay or anything, I just love his music. I even think that gays are cool people.
Most of the gays I know are amazingly cool people, trust me. They do everything based on their hearts that not every straight people have. So, don't judge people because they're gay. Look, I know that bands like Jonas Brothers or Coldplay are identically linked with gayness but people love them. and if the Jonases are gay, so what? Andy Warhol was (suspiciously) gay and he was so amazing.
In TV series like Ugly Betty, usually I like the gay people. I love Marc St. James (played by Michael Urie) in Ugly Betty, I think he has a golden heart. and the way he dress doesn't get my eyes bleeding.
Speaking of TV series, I like The Hills and I'm impatiently waiting for Whitney's The City. People might say it's ridiculous but I'm thinking that it's better than watching American Idol. I even like Kimora:Life in The Fab Lane. I see Kimora Lee Simmons as the way better version of Julia Perez. they're both sexy, bold and crazy with good sense of humour. I prefer Julia Perez than Dewi Persik, for God's sake!
First of all, I am reading this ultracool magazine Nylon. I don't know if you think that this magazine is like, costy or anything, I just think that this is very cool, I love it more than other magazines like TeenVogue or Q or GoGirl! whatever it is. This is the October issue, which is 'It Girl Issue' and it's awesome. because if, like me, you like Cory Kennedy, Daisy Lowe, Lou Doillon and Zooey Deschanel, you'll find them all in one magazine!
A few hours ago I read my best friend's blog and she wrote many inspiring things about dreams and future. and I'd love to say it out loud that I have this very big dream in mind, that my parents would never agree about, first of all I wanna be an art museum curator, like for the MoMA or London's Tate Modern. If I can't then I wanna be fashion photographer like Patrick Demarchelier. I found that he's the only one who can make a picture of naked woman to be a real piece of art. My inspirations are people like Andy Warhol, Diana Vreeland, Patrick Demarchelier, Richard Avedon or Irving Penn.
To be like Andy Warhol is an absolute dream because, you know, I know my limits and I can never be as great as him. He's a true legend, you know? He makes me love the Hollywood golden era, I love love love Funny Face, Breakfast at Tiffany's and all. To me, Audrey Hepburn and Edie Sedgwick are incredibly cool people.
I am a dreamer, and I believe my dreams. I always say that I'm a parttime student and a fulltime daydreamer. even during classes I daydream about anything I can. Didn't Mark Twain said, "Don't let school get into your education life?" Unfortunately I live in a nation where school degree is very important, many people here believe in degrees, not experiences and talents and willingnesses. I don't like school, that's why I write this. I'm not a genius at school, that's why I write this. But the true reason why I'm writing this is because school's sucks and it gave you nothing in the end.
Right now I'm listening to Damien Rice's album, 'O'. I don't know whether I'm unlucky or what, I couldn't find it in Indonesia, so I bought it in Oxford. And it's so brilliant I really love it. Jadul sih, but it's still very genius and I recommend you to listen to this record. Besides, I love Rufus Wainwright. He makes music like no one else (well, I'm just exaggerating) but it sounds so sweet. I don't care whether people say he's gay or anything, I just love his music. I even think that gays are cool people.
Most of the gays I know are amazingly cool people, trust me. They do everything based on their hearts that not every straight people have. So, don't judge people because they're gay. Look, I know that bands like Jonas Brothers or Coldplay are identically linked with gayness but people love them. and if the Jonases are gay, so what? Andy Warhol was (suspiciously) gay and he was so amazing.
In TV series like Ugly Betty, usually I like the gay people. I love Marc St. James (played by Michael Urie) in Ugly Betty, I think he has a golden heart. and the way he dress doesn't get my eyes bleeding.
Speaking of TV series, I like The Hills and I'm impatiently waiting for Whitney's The City. People might say it's ridiculous but I'm thinking that it's better than watching American Idol. I even like Kimora:Life in The Fab Lane. I see Kimora Lee Simmons as the way better version of Julia Perez. they're both sexy, bold and crazy with good sense of humour. I prefer Julia Perez than Dewi Persik, for God's sake!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
In Love We Can't Trust
People fall in love, people fall too deep in love, just so that in the end knowing that it leads them to hurtful life or somewhat brighter. Love is probably the most unique thing ever happened in a man's life. once you have it, you don't really wanna release it even when life offers you something bigger. but what sounds bigger doesn't mean better.
As a teenager I see people fall in love everyday, which is kind of beautiful. They fall in different ways.
ada yang menggembar-gemborkan siapa gebetannya, where and how they met today, what they said to each other.
ada yang dieeeem aja. nggak mau cerita apa-apa, takut takabur atau apalah.
ada yang pengennya diceng-cengin, dan biasanya inilah yang paling annoying.
ada juga yang saking clueless-nya dia jatuh cinta atau nggak, pura-pura nggak ada apa-apa padahal keliatan banget ada apa-apanya.
ada yang sangat sangat sangat terobsesi sama gebetannya itu sampe tau segalanya tentang dia, padahal kenal aja nggak. yang kayak gini nih yang tau banget apa gunanya teknologi and why they invented Friendster, Facebook, Myspace, Blogs or whatsoever.
gue sendiri, when I fall in love, gue akan diem aja. tapi tentu aja yang namanya muka nggak bisa diboongin, so usually people know when I'm in love if my eyes say so, love is just a feeling that I cannot hide even if I want to.
but I haven't been in love for a while, not because I'm too busy or anything, but it's like, err.... you know, I don't know if I can do that anymore. I'm not broken-hearted, I had had that feeling long ago.
One of my hopeless friend said, "You're so lucky to be in that position."
I'm definitely no. This is no luck. When you live without love, or just with other love like from your parents or siblings (because though they're amazingly precious, they lasts forever and if you can't have it now you can grab it tomorrow!), your days would be like a black piece of white paper. and your nights... there's no more stars above your head, there's only a dark, empty sky. So everytime you fall in love, fall like you'll never fall again. Never forget to remember that falling in love is hard to do. Love doesn't come everyday, so why waste it? You can't fall in love with everybody, and, when you do, instead of saying like, "No, this boy I like is ugly." say, "I don't what you see him, but I feel like he's the most gorgeous man on the planet! I don't what makes me!"
As a teenager I see people fall in love everyday, which is kind of beautiful. They fall in different ways.
ada yang menggembar-gemborkan siapa gebetannya, where and how they met today, what they said to each other.
ada yang dieeeem aja. nggak mau cerita apa-apa, takut takabur atau apalah.
ada yang pengennya diceng-cengin, dan biasanya inilah yang paling annoying.
ada juga yang saking clueless-nya dia jatuh cinta atau nggak, pura-pura nggak ada apa-apa padahal keliatan banget ada apa-apanya.
ada yang sangat sangat sangat terobsesi sama gebetannya itu sampe tau segalanya tentang dia, padahal kenal aja nggak. yang kayak gini nih yang tau banget apa gunanya teknologi and why they invented Friendster, Facebook, Myspace, Blogs or whatsoever.
gue sendiri, when I fall in love, gue akan diem aja. tapi tentu aja yang namanya muka nggak bisa diboongin, so usually people know when I'm in love if my eyes say so, love is just a feeling that I cannot hide even if I want to.
but I haven't been in love for a while, not because I'm too busy or anything, but it's like, err.... you know, I don't know if I can do that anymore. I'm not broken-hearted, I had had that feeling long ago.
One of my hopeless friend said, "You're so lucky to be in that position."
I'm definitely no. This is no luck. When you live without love, or just with other love like from your parents or siblings (because though they're amazingly precious, they lasts forever and if you can't have it now you can grab it tomorrow!), your days would be like a black piece of white paper. and your nights... there's no more stars above your head, there's only a dark, empty sky. So everytime you fall in love, fall like you'll never fall again. Never forget to remember that falling in love is hard to do. Love doesn't come everyday, so why waste it? You can't fall in love with everybody, and, when you do, instead of saying like, "No, this boy I like is ugly." say, "I don't what you see him, but I feel like he's the most gorgeous man on the planet! I don't what makes me!"
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
what Gossip Girl has made
Gossip Girl udah masuk season 2 dan cewek-cewek mulai asik berburu episode-nya. secara ini Indonesia dan kita ga punya CW even for those who have cable TV. gue juga suka kok sinetron ini, it has many things that Indonesian series don't have (of course, nobody wears Valentino on Indonesian TV). soal cerita buat gue biasa aja ah. they're filthy rich and how many series have told us about that kind of people? many, many, so many. gue sendiri suka nonton Gossip Girl karena tokohnya yang buat gue unik aja, maksud gue, hello, not everybody have that kind of courage Brooklyn hunk Dan Humphrey has to date a Manhattan girl like Serena. and it's very inspiring to see those handbags, dresses, shoes and stuffs they wear.
salute to Gossip Girl it has changed the life of many young people, well, sadly, once again including me. there are so many party scenes and at the almost edge of season 1 it explains how important it is to be the hostess. I'm a high school girl and there are so many parties on the list. bukan party yang melibatkan event organizer juga sih, tapi lebih kayak perayaan ultah si ini dan si itu, acara ini acara itu dan lain sebagainya. dan apa yang lama-lama terlihat di depan muka gue adalah: pentiiiing banget untuk jadi hostess dan hostess yang baik.
Bahkan, penting banget untuk ada di daftar undangan.penting banget untuk diinget orang. okay, emang itu penting. who doesn't wanna be well-remembered and well-recognised? but sometimes what Gossip Girl has taught is absorbed by trying so hard to be someone well-known, just so that people know who you are. but maybe not who you really are.
kayaknya kalo udah ada di daftar undangan itu udah oke banget, somehow it just feels so cool. bahkan kalaupun nantinya acaranya nggak seru. sometimes, planning the party is even better than the party itself. that's just a potrait of what high school kids like nowadays.
perhaps they've been like this, like, forever, it's like a tale as old as time. I'm not a fan of being cool by looking like Blair Waldorf. What's cool is when I'm doing something I know is uncool. Because, you know, following the trend doesn't mean you're trendy. sometimes you're trendy when you do something what's beyond people's mind, what they never thought of. Marc Jacobs isn't cool if he doesn't make dresses with big bowtie and freakin awesome headband this fall.
salute to Gossip Girl it has changed the life of many young people, well, sadly, once again including me. there are so many party scenes and at the almost edge of season 1 it explains how important it is to be the hostess. I'm a high school girl and there are so many parties on the list. bukan party yang melibatkan event organizer juga sih, tapi lebih kayak perayaan ultah si ini dan si itu, acara ini acara itu dan lain sebagainya. dan apa yang lama-lama terlihat di depan muka gue adalah: pentiiiing banget untuk jadi hostess dan hostess yang baik.
Bahkan, penting banget untuk ada di daftar undangan.penting banget untuk diinget orang. okay, emang itu penting. who doesn't wanna be well-remembered and well-recognised? but sometimes what Gossip Girl has taught is absorbed by trying so hard to be someone well-known, just so that people know who you are. but maybe not who you really are.
kayaknya kalo udah ada di daftar undangan itu udah oke banget, somehow it just feels so cool. bahkan kalaupun nantinya acaranya nggak seru. sometimes, planning the party is even better than the party itself. that's just a potrait of what high school kids like nowadays.
perhaps they've been like this, like, forever, it's like a tale as old as time. I'm not a fan of being cool by looking like Blair Waldorf. What's cool is when I'm doing something I know is uncool. Because, you know, following the trend doesn't mean you're trendy. sometimes you're trendy when you do something what's beyond people's mind, what they never thought of. Marc Jacobs isn't cool if he doesn't make dresses with big bowtie and freakin awesome headband this fall.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
High School Musical 3
I don't know if I'm too cheesy or something, tapi gue berpikir film High School Musical 3 itu bagus.
gue heran ya sama award kayak Razzie Awards gitu, why would you give award to something you think really suck? cuma buat mengolok2 doang? oh God please deh that's so unnecessary! kadang2 gue setuju sih Razzie kan suka ngasih award ke film semacam Scary Movie gitu, itu film bodoh banget, lebih bodoh daripada filmnya Dewi Persik deh (no I don't hate Dewi Persik). tapi tetep aja gue nggak bakal mempublikasikan betapa nggak sukanya gue sama film itu.
tapi film bagus atau nggak, apalagi yang udah dibuat dengan niat kayak HSM3 gitu, harusnya di-appreciate dong. I know that Oscar movies itu bagus, dibikinnya pake otak atau cerdas, whatsoever. gue juga suka kok nonton film semacam itu walaupun kadang2 otak gue ga nyampe juga. tapi emangnya kayak HSM3 gitu nggak dibikin pake otak apa?
we say something good not because it really is good, but because we like it.
HSM3 ceritanya gampang ketebak sih. naluri dukun gue udah bilang bahwa Troy bakal milih college yang nggak pernah kesebut-sebut sebelomnya. tapi dance-nya menurut gue bagus, usahanya supaya kelihatan "Broadway banget" lumayan dan gue menghargai itu.
jangan2 tahun depan 'Hannah Montana The Movie' juga bakal dikasih Razzie Awards. I looooveeeeeeeeeee Hannah Montana! tadinya gue juga jijik, tapi setelah ditonton bagus kok. JAUH lebih oke daripada Wizards of Waverly Place yang sok2 Harry Potter banget itu. Biarin deh Hannah Montana norak. that's where the art lies.
gue nggak sukanya ya, orang tuh suka men-judge gitu deh. directing a movie isn't that simple, you know??? bahkan untuk bikin film yang sederhana itu, yeah kayak Penelope misalnya, itu susah. I tried to direct a documentary movie, it was for my project this term, and it wasn't easy! nggak semua orang bisa nge-direct dengan baik, sama aja kayak not everybody was born Steven Spielberg so why wishing?
gue heran ya sama award kayak Razzie Awards gitu, why would you give award to something you think really suck? cuma buat mengolok2 doang? oh God please deh that's so unnecessary! kadang2 gue setuju sih Razzie kan suka ngasih award ke film semacam Scary Movie gitu, itu film bodoh banget, lebih bodoh daripada filmnya Dewi Persik deh (no I don't hate Dewi Persik). tapi tetep aja gue nggak bakal mempublikasikan betapa nggak sukanya gue sama film itu.
tapi film bagus atau nggak, apalagi yang udah dibuat dengan niat kayak HSM3 gitu, harusnya di-appreciate dong. I know that Oscar movies itu bagus, dibikinnya pake otak atau cerdas, whatsoever. gue juga suka kok nonton film semacam itu walaupun kadang2 otak gue ga nyampe juga. tapi emangnya kayak HSM3 gitu nggak dibikin pake otak apa?
we say something good not because it really is good, but because we like it.
HSM3 ceritanya gampang ketebak sih. naluri dukun gue udah bilang bahwa Troy bakal milih college yang nggak pernah kesebut-sebut sebelomnya. tapi dance-nya menurut gue bagus, usahanya supaya kelihatan "Broadway banget" lumayan dan gue menghargai itu.
jangan2 tahun depan 'Hannah Montana The Movie' juga bakal dikasih Razzie Awards. I looooveeeeeeeeeee Hannah Montana! tadinya gue juga jijik, tapi setelah ditonton bagus kok. JAUH lebih oke daripada Wizards of Waverly Place yang sok2 Harry Potter banget itu. Biarin deh Hannah Montana norak. that's where the art lies.
gue nggak sukanya ya, orang tuh suka men-judge gitu deh. directing a movie isn't that simple, you know??? bahkan untuk bikin film yang sederhana itu, yeah kayak Penelope misalnya, itu susah. I tried to direct a documentary movie, it was for my project this term, and it wasn't easy! nggak semua orang bisa nge-direct dengan baik, sama aja kayak not everybody was born Steven Spielberg so why wishing?
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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The Memorial
Masa-masa indah homestay gue udah lewat hampir 1 bulan. Hari ini, ceritanya gue mau beres2 barang karena udah menjelang bulan puasa, tapi gue malah bongkar backpack favorit gue yang masih ada sisa-sisa barang homestay yang dibuang sayang tapi disimpen juga nggak tau mau ditaro mana. Beberapa barang yang masih ada di sana adalah: tiket Eurostar dari St. Pancras ke Gare du Nord, tiket Anne Frank Huis, bon-bon belajaan waktu di Paris sama Amsterdam kayak waktu di Disneyland, di toko parfum (cassiere-nya ganteng parah hahaha) atau di restoran, sisa uang 5 euro, Tube Map —ini harta yang PALING penting selama di London hahaha, diary Cambridge yang belom bisa dipake, buku tulis yang sering gue robekin kertasnya buat ngerjain tugas bareng my lovely partner in crime, Rachele dan bolpen2 yang gue pake selama kursus juga.
The truth is, the backpack still smells the same. It’s the smell of my oh-so-tacky perfume, yang selalu diprotes sama temen gue karena baunya nyong2 banget AHAHAHA. Dan gue langsung kangen sama semuanya yang terjadi di sana.
So, this post is about my activities during my summer trip.
#1. School
This is definitely my numero uno of favorite activities. Because at school, there are lots of things happened, not just studying. Summer fling, gossips, secret crush and all, it’s like everything happened besides listening to the teacher, studying, playing in the classroom, having lunch together, discussing and talking about cultures. At school there are students from Indonesia, Finland and Italy. Dari sini gue belajar bahwa, there are like, 2 major kinds of European people. Finnish datengnya dari utara, so they’re cold people. Italian datengnya dari selatan, jadi mereka lebih hangat, friendly dan pinter basa-basi. Mereka juga nggak terlalu strict sama sesuatu. Misalnya, Finnish selalu dateng duluan untuk kelas, baru Indonesian yang telatnya bisa 10-15 menit, dan terakhir Italian yang datang 2-5 menit setelah Indonesian. Bisa dibilang, gue belajar more than just English di kelas, karena Rachele punya a bunch of things to say about her country which is seriously interesting. Selain itu ada juga another Italiana, Valentina, yang serius dan bahasa Inggris-nya jago banget, sama Matti, Finnish yang paling tua di kelas gue (20). Matti kocak banget, dia paling tua sementara gue paling muda, tapi kita paling sering ketawa-ketawa bareng karena Rachele sama Valentina suka diskusi pake bahasa Itali dan gue sama Matti end up ngomong, “I don’t understand Italian,” dan dia selalu menyahut, “Me neither. Let’s talk about something in English.” Guru gue, Ms.Sangeeta, baik banget. She’s more concerned to Italian students because they’re loud, but it’s better so she wouldn’t realize my bad English.
#2. EF Disco
Since I went there with EF London, kegiatan Disco diadain di tengah-tengah masa homestay. This is the most fun and cool thing to do. Of course, there are no alcohols or drugs, tapi gue masih tetep bisa liat orang2 yang sok2 mabok atau heboh atau make out and it was cool because to be honest, I’ve never been to any clubs before so I didn’t know what to expect. This is a child-friendly disco. Ada penjual softdrinks kayak Fanta etc yang sebotol harganya 1 pound, tapi ya that’s it. Mayoritas orang make baju terbaik yang mereka bawa di dalam koper untuk dateng, bahkan ada juga yang beli di Primark dulu. Lagu yang diputer DJ-nya juga nggak se-ON yang di club beneran, kebanyakan lagunya lagu2 disco lama gitu kayak YMCA, Mambo no5, Grease, tapi ada juga kayak Madonna, Estelle, Chemical Brothers. It’s still a good moment for me because, I think a great time is not about how that time was but who was with me at the time. Keliatan banget deh kalo Italian jago pesta, gue sempet dance sama seorang cewek Itali gitu dan dia udah expert banget kebanting sama gue hahaha :D terus, di rombongan Italy ada seorang cowok gay yang controversial banget namanya Imanuelle. Gosh, dia pede mampus dan suka narik2 cowok ganteng gitu. Waktu itu ada seorang cowok Itali juga namanya Andrea. Blegh, dia mesos banget. SEMUA bajunya yang pernah gue liat Emporio Armani. Imanuelle pernah jadi CoA gara-gara ngelepas kemeja putihnya Andrea yang kerahnya diangkat gitu (gay abis kan) sampe Andrea cuma make tanktop EA-nya dia yang superketat. HEBOH BANGET.
#3. Farewell Party, Planet Hollywood
Let me tell you the whole story. Jadi, hari itu mayoritas orang make batik atas saran gue. Terus kita ngumpul dulu di Euston Park yang deket sekolah. Gue sempet balik ke WC sekolah gue (Slovenian & East European Studies, UCL) dan masuk kelas, masih ada sisa2 kuis kemaren yang dimenangin kelompok gue. Gue sedih banget. Aroma2 pulangnya udah terasa gitu, and I was so deeply in love with London. Abis dari taman itu karna ujan kita ngumpul lagi di Drayton House dan abis itu bubar lagi. Gue, PM, Ratih, Astrid, Tsasya, Karin dan Asti pergi ke daerah Kensington, nyari Diana Memorial. Itu tuh, jalannya kayak, beeeeeerrrrkilo-kilo dan ga nyampe2. akhirnya karna mau ujan dan daripada kecewa kita foto aja di depan rumah besar yang banyak foto2 Diana digantung di situ sama pengunjungnya. Dari situ kita naik double decker ke Piccadilly. Kita duduk di lantai 2-nya, paling depan lagi! Hahaha majang bangeeeet! Tapi di daerah Knightsbridge macetnya parrraaah sampe gue bete dan seperti biasa kita noraklah. Gue lupa apa yang terjadi setelah itu tapi pokoknya di Planet Hollywood pelayannya ramaaaaah banget. Cantik, blonde gitu, dan dia tau soal Indonesia dan tau juga kalo Bali itu Indonesia. Abis makan2 gitu, acaranya ngasih kado perpisahan ke course leader kita yang namanya Amin. He was like, the CoA selama di London karna dia nyebelin, rese, dan bau nyong2nya parah! Gue dapet giliran ngasih ke-3 atau 4 atau 5 gitu, dan sama kayak waktu dia dikasih sama yang lain, dia selalu ngucapin sesuatu sambil meluk. Dia bilang, “I will never forget your big smile! Thank you!” dan begitu dia meluk, HHHUUUAAAA nyong2 parah! Sampe keluar dari situ gue masih merasakan bau nyong2nya menempel di batik gue yang baru sekali itu gue pake! Ewww! Dan abis itu, gue sama Karin ke Abercrombie&Fitch. Di sana wangi banget yaaa tolooong… dan semuanya punya postur supermodel dan tajir mampus saking sandal jepit oh-so-comfy aja 50 pound! Gue sih nangis belinya. Sementara gue saat itu, udah pake batik yang bikin gue tampak seperti ibu hamil, keujanan, muka kucel, bau nyong2 lagi!
#4. Thorpe Park
Dufan-nya London. Gue ga main banyak permainan. Tapi gue ingeeeet banget pertama gue main ‘Stealth’ yang kita cuma main 1 round gitu, tapi 90 derajat dalam waktu 2,3 detik dan tinggiiiii banget. Gue duduk ketiga dari paling depan, dan waktu keretanya mulai jalan gue ga sadar ada kamera makanya tampang gue jelek parah di situ. GUE KETAKUTAN! In fact, 2,3 menit terasa lamaaaaaaaa banget buat gue karena gue ga bisa napas, dan teriakan kita paling kenceng sampe pas keretanya mau berenti mbak2 yang ngaturnya bilang, “Ssst! But you are the loudest this morning!” satu hal yang baru gue pelajari dari homestay itu, buat gue Eropa, bahasa Indonesia itu cempreng banget sama aja kayak kita mendengar bahasa Cina dan bahkan gue sering ditanya apakah gue dari Cina. Terus, gue naik semacam arung jeram gitu. Ga sereeeem… walaupun roommate gue yang namanya Debbie basah kuyup karena dia salah strategi duduk gitu. Hahahaha! Terus gue juga naik wahana yang namanya ‘X-No way out’ yang pas masuk tuh gelaaaap banget. Astrid udah semangat narik gue duduk di paling depan, and guess what? Keretanya jalan mundur! Dan ruangannya gelaaaaap banget sampe gue dan astrid mau muntah dan teriak2, “Take me oooooouuuuutttt!!!! Turunin gueeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”
Terakhir gue naik semacam jet coaster yang putaran 180 derajatnya 2 apa 3 kali gitu, dan kaki kita ga napa gitu ga taulah apa namanya. Ngantrinya 2 jam! Tapi selama ngantri itu kita bercanda2 dan fun banget, bahkan orang2 yang ada di sekitar kita aja ikutan ketawa gitu padahal jelas2 mereka ga tau kita lagi ngomongin apa. Begitu naik, lagi2 astrid mau di paling depan. Jadi deh, pas giliran gue, gue ketakutan setengah idup. Di barisan paling depan itu berurutan Astrid, Asti, gue dan Kevin. Hasil foto dari permainan itu, wuih, NGGAK BANGET. Tapi itu favorit gue, parah banget!
#5. Baker Street’s day
Hari itu after school kita ke Madame Tussaud’s House of Wax. RAME BANGET dan gue kapok. Gue janji gue ga bakal ke sana lagi kalo ga terpaksa atau kangen. Mau foto2 aja susah walaupun gue akuin semua patung lilinnya keren banget. Tadinya gue fun2 aja sampe kemudian ada Chamber of Horror or something-lah gitu namanya, di mana ada live actor yang serem banget. Pas mau masuk Ratih sempet nanya, “Is this scary?” dan mbak2nya yang keliatan sok serem apalagi dandanannya bilang, “This IS scary!” Gue, Ratih dan Astrid mengkerut. Udah gitu gue dapet paling belakang. Astrid udah ngomong2, “No, no, nonononono!” tapi si live actor-nya dengan serem ngomong, “Ooh.. yes, yes yes, yes, YES!” dan gue sempet liat salah satunya tepat di depan idung gue sampe gue teriak, “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Kalo perlu sampe si live actor-nya deh yang kapok. Begitu keluar gue sampe istighfar, Allahu Akbar berkali2 gue ketakutaaan banget. Abis itu kan bebas. Terus gue ke my favorite store so far, The Beatles’ Store! Koleksi kaosnya, tasnya, vinyl dan semuanya SUPERB banget. Gue menghabiskan banyak pound di sana sampe besoknya gue mau nangis karena keabisan duit dan harus nyari ATM.
#6.Central walk
Nggak ada sih acara yang namanya kayak gini. This is just a conclusion, bahwa semakin lo berada di pusat kota London, semakin lo berasa ‘Londoner’ dan spirit London-nya berasa banget. Cewek2 makin cantik dan modis, cowok2 makin keren, makin mendekati Adam Brody atau Jude Law seakan2 semua orang baru keluar dari Vogue. Waktu abis dari Buckingham Palace (maksudnya nonton changing of the guards) gue ke St. James’ Park dan di sana ada banyak pemandangan orang ganteng. Waktu Harry Potter Walk di sekitar London Bridge, Bank dan sebagainya, elit banget. Di Harrods, ouch, jangankan pengunjungnya. Pramuniaga-nya aja ganteng dan cantik kok, keren banget. Malah di depan Harrods gue merasa melihat Ben Barnes, tapi entah bener apa nggak. Di Oxford Street, Green Park, Leicester Square, pokoknya tengah kota, I had a very amazing feeling.
#7. Going home
Gue nggak terlalu suka pulang ke rumah hostparent gue. She’s got a nice son who is the same age as me, a nice house, tapi rumahnya keramean karena ada 2 Finnish yang sekamar sama gue, 2 Chinese di kamar sebelah dan 1 lagi Italian. Tapi di depan stasiun rumah gue, Harrow-on-the-Hill, ada mall ‘St. Ann’s’ yang isinya Topshop, Primark, HMV, hampir semua yang ada di Oxford Street deh, lengkap banget. Dan di belakangnya ada mall ‘St. George’s’ yang belom pernah gue masukin. Ada bus station yang comfy dan punya 1 minimarket sama 1 newsstand. Di stasiunnya sendiri ada kafe sama minimarket, salon burlesque, laundry dry clean sama newsstand juga. Lengkaplah. Tapi sayangnya, di atas jam 6 atau 8, semuanya CLOSED. Sementara gue baru sampe stasiun itu biasanya jam 10 atau 11.
#8. Amsterdam Cruise and Tour
Gue sempet 3 kali cruise. Pertama dari Embankment menuju Greenwich yang selama cruise-nya seru banget! Ada cowok di depan gue dengan kaos ijo, jeans biru dan jaket merah. Semuanya itu sama persis dengan yang gue pake hari itu. Ganteng lagi. Terus, di Paris juga sempet cruise di sungai Seine, keren banget. Di situ gue duduk bareng kakak kelas gue yang easygoing banget. Suatu hal yang kayaknya nggak bakal gue dapetin kalo gue nggak di sekolah gue yang sekarang ini. Yang ketiga cruise di canal2 Amsterdam dan berakhir di Gassan Diamonds. Tentu aja gue nggak membeli apapun di sini. Yang pasti waktu hari terakhir dan 8 orang termasuk gue nekat mau balik ke sana untuk beli sepasang berlian itu yang seru. Jadi, yang ngelayanin 8 anak Indonesia cerewet ini adalah cowok yang menurut tour leader gue, Francesca, “Hmm… he’s tall.” bernama Leonnard. Lumayan ganteng. Dan sabar. Soalnya selama di ruangan gue ketawa2 dan teriak2 sementara dia menelepon partnernya di ruangan lain dengan bahasa Belanda-nya yang ga jelas itu tanpa gue mengecilkan suara. Sementara, bagi mereka kan bahasa gue cempreng, jadi begitu tinggal transaksi dia nanya apakah gue drunk saat itu dan gue malah bengong. Gue diledekin abis deh soal t****l gue walaupun tentu aja si Leonnard ga boleh liat hahaha. Terakhirnya dia bilang, “Be nice at the flight.” Sialaaaan! Dipesenin sama orang ganteng ya gue nurut dong hahaha. PM agak naksir gitu hahahaha. Yes, he’s a kinda guy your mother will say ‘yes’ when you introduced him because he looks tidy, well-educated, well-paid, he’s an all-well kind of guy. Dari situ kita pesen taksi menuju Anne Frank House. Kita butuh 2 taksi kan, dan yang dateng adalah taxi first class dengan mobil Mercedes! WOW. Kita pesan taksi di tempat yang salah banget. Kemarennya, gue dan rombongan gue ke Red Light District. Parah banget, padahal ada yang masih umur 13, bahkan kayaknya ada yang 10 atau 11 tahun. Eww gue nggak suka tempat itu. Walaupun tentu aja, ke sana adalah sangat memorable.
#9. Paris Tour
I heaaaaart Paris! Selain, museum dan tur, gue baru pertama kali naik ke Eiffel Tower and it was awesome! Gila, parah, indah banget dan pas udah malem lampu biru-nya dinyalain, bahkan ada kelap-kelip gitu cantik banget. This, really is the city of blinding lights. Menurut gue, bahkan stasiun Metro-nya pun, walaupun gue akui memang ga enak, tapi tetep punya kesan romantis gitu. Dan gue suka banget Eurodisney! This is my second time, and I still enjoy it walaupun setelah Thorpe Park, mainan2 Disney jadi agak terlalu cheesy buat gue J
#10. Excursion
Selama di UK gue sempet pergi ke Cambridge dan Oxford. Dua-duanya kota yang keren dan gue sukaaaaa banget Cambridge. Berada di tengah2nya menurut gue berasa kayak ada di setting film Eropa banget gitu. Dan tepat hari gue ke sana adalah graduation day, banyak orang tua yang dateng. Keliatan bangetlah keluarganya well-educated dari bapak ibu kakak adeknya. Dan toga-nya itu loh yang KEREN MAMPUS. Ga kayak toga ITB atau UI apalagi toga2 kampus lain di Indonesia, sorry to say. This is just a real truth, folks. Emang sih kita paling cuma shopping and end up being late so Amin, the guide, got angry in our every excursion.
#11. Miscellaneous
Hal-hal lain yang belom gue sebut (karna gue udah agak lupa) adalah gue ke Emirates Stadium, markasnya Arsenal. Store-nya expensive banget tapi keren. Dan stadionnya… oh God… it took my breath away. Terlalu keren dibandingan stadion Lebak Bulus. Terus, gue juga ke Camden Market yang supercool buat anak muda yang gayanya funky2 gitu. Lainnya… hmm… nickname gue selama di London ada banyak. Housemate gue yang super ramah, super branded dan super cerewet, Martina (Italy), diajarin untuk manggil gue digit. Dia mengucapkan itu ‘digito’ karena itu adalah bahasa Italy artinya ‘ketik’. Dia ga tau aja kata digit itu dipake buat ngatain gue sebagai anak sekolah negeri. Terus, summer fling sekaligus partner in crime-nya Karin, Alessandro, diajarin buat manggil gue ‘alay’ atau ‘chimenk’ dan dia pake nanya lagi artinya apa. Bayangin, masa gue mau bilang “Alay is… preman. Preman is… alay.” Bisa2 otaknya kebalik karna bingung. Tapi walaupun jawaban gue dan Karin ga memadai tentang apa arti alay atau chimenk, pernah suatu hari di depan Euston Station, gue dan temen2 gue mau pergi free time entah ke mana. dan dia lagi sama temen2nya yang namanya Matti, Edoardo, Andrea dan siapa lagi ga tau, dia lagi nyemok gitu. Gue stay cool aja pura2 aja ga liat. Eh dia negor gue, “Hi, alay chimenk.” GUE SIOK PARAH. Berani2nya dia! Dan disusul Matti yang senyum dan Edoardo yang bilang juga, “Hi!” since Edo is like, the best-looking man in my class, maka gue ga jadi sebel dengan panggilan Ale dan gue jadi senyum2 sendiri deh HAHAHAHA.
The truth is, the backpack still smells the same. It’s the smell of my oh-so-tacky perfume, yang selalu diprotes sama temen gue karena baunya nyong2 banget AHAHAHA. Dan gue langsung kangen sama semuanya yang terjadi di sana.
So, this post is about my activities during my summer trip.
#1. School
This is definitely my numero uno of favorite activities. Because at school, there are lots of things happened, not just studying. Summer fling, gossips, secret crush and all, it’s like everything happened besides listening to the teacher, studying, playing in the classroom, having lunch together, discussing and talking about cultures. At school there are students from Indonesia, Finland and Italy. Dari sini gue belajar bahwa, there are like, 2 major kinds of European people. Finnish datengnya dari utara, so they’re cold people. Italian datengnya dari selatan, jadi mereka lebih hangat, friendly dan pinter basa-basi. Mereka juga nggak terlalu strict sama sesuatu. Misalnya, Finnish selalu dateng duluan untuk kelas, baru Indonesian yang telatnya bisa 10-15 menit, dan terakhir Italian yang datang 2-5 menit setelah Indonesian. Bisa dibilang, gue belajar more than just English di kelas, karena Rachele punya a bunch of things to say about her country which is seriously interesting. Selain itu ada juga another Italiana, Valentina, yang serius dan bahasa Inggris-nya jago banget, sama Matti, Finnish yang paling tua di kelas gue (20). Matti kocak banget, dia paling tua sementara gue paling muda, tapi kita paling sering ketawa-ketawa bareng karena Rachele sama Valentina suka diskusi pake bahasa Itali dan gue sama Matti end up ngomong, “I don’t understand Italian,” dan dia selalu menyahut, “Me neither. Let’s talk about something in English.” Guru gue, Ms.Sangeeta, baik banget. She’s more concerned to Italian students because they’re loud, but it’s better so she wouldn’t realize my bad English.
#2. EF Disco
Since I went there with EF London, kegiatan Disco diadain di tengah-tengah masa homestay. This is the most fun and cool thing to do. Of course, there are no alcohols or drugs, tapi gue masih tetep bisa liat orang2 yang sok2 mabok atau heboh atau make out and it was cool because to be honest, I’ve never been to any clubs before so I didn’t know what to expect. This is a child-friendly disco. Ada penjual softdrinks kayak Fanta etc yang sebotol harganya 1 pound, tapi ya that’s it. Mayoritas orang make baju terbaik yang mereka bawa di dalam koper untuk dateng, bahkan ada juga yang beli di Primark dulu. Lagu yang diputer DJ-nya juga nggak se-ON yang di club beneran, kebanyakan lagunya lagu2 disco lama gitu kayak YMCA, Mambo no5, Grease, tapi ada juga kayak Madonna, Estelle, Chemical Brothers. It’s still a good moment for me because, I think a great time is not about how that time was but who was with me at the time. Keliatan banget deh kalo Italian jago pesta, gue sempet dance sama seorang cewek Itali gitu dan dia udah expert banget kebanting sama gue hahaha :D terus, di rombongan Italy ada seorang cowok gay yang controversial banget namanya Imanuelle. Gosh, dia pede mampus dan suka narik2 cowok ganteng gitu. Waktu itu ada seorang cowok Itali juga namanya Andrea. Blegh, dia mesos banget. SEMUA bajunya yang pernah gue liat Emporio Armani. Imanuelle pernah jadi CoA gara-gara ngelepas kemeja putihnya Andrea yang kerahnya diangkat gitu (gay abis kan) sampe Andrea cuma make tanktop EA-nya dia yang superketat. HEBOH BANGET.
#3. Farewell Party, Planet Hollywood
Let me tell you the whole story. Jadi, hari itu mayoritas orang make batik atas saran gue. Terus kita ngumpul dulu di Euston Park yang deket sekolah. Gue sempet balik ke WC sekolah gue (Slovenian & East European Studies, UCL) dan masuk kelas, masih ada sisa2 kuis kemaren yang dimenangin kelompok gue. Gue sedih banget. Aroma2 pulangnya udah terasa gitu, and I was so deeply in love with London. Abis dari taman itu karna ujan kita ngumpul lagi di Drayton House dan abis itu bubar lagi. Gue, PM, Ratih, Astrid, Tsasya, Karin dan Asti pergi ke daerah Kensington, nyari Diana Memorial. Itu tuh, jalannya kayak, beeeeeerrrrkilo-kilo dan ga nyampe2. akhirnya karna mau ujan dan daripada kecewa kita foto aja di depan rumah besar yang banyak foto2 Diana digantung di situ sama pengunjungnya. Dari situ kita naik double decker ke Piccadilly. Kita duduk di lantai 2-nya, paling depan lagi! Hahaha majang bangeeeet! Tapi di daerah Knightsbridge macetnya parrraaah sampe gue bete dan seperti biasa kita noraklah. Gue lupa apa yang terjadi setelah itu tapi pokoknya di Planet Hollywood pelayannya ramaaaaah banget. Cantik, blonde gitu, dan dia tau soal Indonesia dan tau juga kalo Bali itu Indonesia. Abis makan2 gitu, acaranya ngasih kado perpisahan ke course leader kita yang namanya Amin. He was like, the CoA selama di London karna dia nyebelin, rese, dan bau nyong2nya parah! Gue dapet giliran ngasih ke-3 atau 4 atau 5 gitu, dan sama kayak waktu dia dikasih sama yang lain, dia selalu ngucapin sesuatu sambil meluk. Dia bilang, “I will never forget your big smile! Thank you!” dan begitu dia meluk, HHHUUUAAAA nyong2 parah! Sampe keluar dari situ gue masih merasakan bau nyong2nya menempel di batik gue yang baru sekali itu gue pake! Ewww! Dan abis itu, gue sama Karin ke Abercrombie&Fitch. Di sana wangi banget yaaa tolooong… dan semuanya punya postur supermodel dan tajir mampus saking sandal jepit oh-so-comfy aja 50 pound! Gue sih nangis belinya. Sementara gue saat itu, udah pake batik yang bikin gue tampak seperti ibu hamil, keujanan, muka kucel, bau nyong2 lagi!
#4. Thorpe Park
Dufan-nya London. Gue ga main banyak permainan. Tapi gue ingeeeet banget pertama gue main ‘Stealth’ yang kita cuma main 1 round gitu, tapi 90 derajat dalam waktu 2,3 detik dan tinggiiiii banget. Gue duduk ketiga dari paling depan, dan waktu keretanya mulai jalan gue ga sadar ada kamera makanya tampang gue jelek parah di situ. GUE KETAKUTAN! In fact, 2,3 menit terasa lamaaaaaaaa banget buat gue karena gue ga bisa napas, dan teriakan kita paling kenceng sampe pas keretanya mau berenti mbak2 yang ngaturnya bilang, “Ssst! But you are the loudest this morning!” satu hal yang baru gue pelajari dari homestay itu, buat gue Eropa, bahasa Indonesia itu cempreng banget sama aja kayak kita mendengar bahasa Cina dan bahkan gue sering ditanya apakah gue dari Cina. Terus, gue naik semacam arung jeram gitu. Ga sereeeem… walaupun roommate gue yang namanya Debbie basah kuyup karena dia salah strategi duduk gitu. Hahahaha! Terus gue juga naik wahana yang namanya ‘X-No way out’ yang pas masuk tuh gelaaaap banget. Astrid udah semangat narik gue duduk di paling depan, and guess what? Keretanya jalan mundur! Dan ruangannya gelaaaaap banget sampe gue dan astrid mau muntah dan teriak2, “Take me oooooouuuuutttt!!!! Turunin gueeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”
Terakhir gue naik semacam jet coaster yang putaran 180 derajatnya 2 apa 3 kali gitu, dan kaki kita ga napa gitu ga taulah apa namanya. Ngantrinya 2 jam! Tapi selama ngantri itu kita bercanda2 dan fun banget, bahkan orang2 yang ada di sekitar kita aja ikutan ketawa gitu padahal jelas2 mereka ga tau kita lagi ngomongin apa. Begitu naik, lagi2 astrid mau di paling depan. Jadi deh, pas giliran gue, gue ketakutan setengah idup. Di barisan paling depan itu berurutan Astrid, Asti, gue dan Kevin. Hasil foto dari permainan itu, wuih, NGGAK BANGET. Tapi itu favorit gue, parah banget!
#5. Baker Street’s day
Hari itu after school kita ke Madame Tussaud’s House of Wax. RAME BANGET dan gue kapok. Gue janji gue ga bakal ke sana lagi kalo ga terpaksa atau kangen. Mau foto2 aja susah walaupun gue akuin semua patung lilinnya keren banget. Tadinya gue fun2 aja sampe kemudian ada Chamber of Horror or something-lah gitu namanya, di mana ada live actor yang serem banget. Pas mau masuk Ratih sempet nanya, “Is this scary?” dan mbak2nya yang keliatan sok serem apalagi dandanannya bilang, “This IS scary!” Gue, Ratih dan Astrid mengkerut. Udah gitu gue dapet paling belakang. Astrid udah ngomong2, “No, no, nonononono!” tapi si live actor-nya dengan serem ngomong, “Ooh.. yes, yes yes, yes, YES!” dan gue sempet liat salah satunya tepat di depan idung gue sampe gue teriak, “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Kalo perlu sampe si live actor-nya deh yang kapok. Begitu keluar gue sampe istighfar, Allahu Akbar berkali2 gue ketakutaaan banget. Abis itu kan bebas. Terus gue ke my favorite store so far, The Beatles’ Store! Koleksi kaosnya, tasnya, vinyl dan semuanya SUPERB banget. Gue menghabiskan banyak pound di sana sampe besoknya gue mau nangis karena keabisan duit dan harus nyari ATM.
#6.Central walk
Nggak ada sih acara yang namanya kayak gini. This is just a conclusion, bahwa semakin lo berada di pusat kota London, semakin lo berasa ‘Londoner’ dan spirit London-nya berasa banget. Cewek2 makin cantik dan modis, cowok2 makin keren, makin mendekati Adam Brody atau Jude Law seakan2 semua orang baru keluar dari Vogue. Waktu abis dari Buckingham Palace (maksudnya nonton changing of the guards) gue ke St. James’ Park dan di sana ada banyak pemandangan orang ganteng. Waktu Harry Potter Walk di sekitar London Bridge, Bank dan sebagainya, elit banget. Di Harrods, ouch, jangankan pengunjungnya. Pramuniaga-nya aja ganteng dan cantik kok, keren banget. Malah di depan Harrods gue merasa melihat Ben Barnes, tapi entah bener apa nggak. Di Oxford Street, Green Park, Leicester Square, pokoknya tengah kota, I had a very amazing feeling.
#7. Going home
Gue nggak terlalu suka pulang ke rumah hostparent gue. She’s got a nice son who is the same age as me, a nice house, tapi rumahnya keramean karena ada 2 Finnish yang sekamar sama gue, 2 Chinese di kamar sebelah dan 1 lagi Italian. Tapi di depan stasiun rumah gue, Harrow-on-the-Hill, ada mall ‘St. Ann’s’ yang isinya Topshop, Primark, HMV, hampir semua yang ada di Oxford Street deh, lengkap banget. Dan di belakangnya ada mall ‘St. George’s’ yang belom pernah gue masukin. Ada bus station yang comfy dan punya 1 minimarket sama 1 newsstand. Di stasiunnya sendiri ada kafe sama minimarket, salon burlesque, laundry dry clean sama newsstand juga. Lengkaplah. Tapi sayangnya, di atas jam 6 atau 8, semuanya CLOSED. Sementara gue baru sampe stasiun itu biasanya jam 10 atau 11.
#8. Amsterdam Cruise and Tour
Gue sempet 3 kali cruise. Pertama dari Embankment menuju Greenwich yang selama cruise-nya seru banget! Ada cowok di depan gue dengan kaos ijo, jeans biru dan jaket merah. Semuanya itu sama persis dengan yang gue pake hari itu. Ganteng lagi. Terus, di Paris juga sempet cruise di sungai Seine, keren banget. Di situ gue duduk bareng kakak kelas gue yang easygoing banget. Suatu hal yang kayaknya nggak bakal gue dapetin kalo gue nggak di sekolah gue yang sekarang ini. Yang ketiga cruise di canal2 Amsterdam dan berakhir di Gassan Diamonds. Tentu aja gue nggak membeli apapun di sini. Yang pasti waktu hari terakhir dan 8 orang termasuk gue nekat mau balik ke sana untuk beli sepasang berlian itu yang seru. Jadi, yang ngelayanin 8 anak Indonesia cerewet ini adalah cowok yang menurut tour leader gue, Francesca, “Hmm… he’s tall.” bernama Leonnard. Lumayan ganteng. Dan sabar. Soalnya selama di ruangan gue ketawa2 dan teriak2 sementara dia menelepon partnernya di ruangan lain dengan bahasa Belanda-nya yang ga jelas itu tanpa gue mengecilkan suara. Sementara, bagi mereka kan bahasa gue cempreng, jadi begitu tinggal transaksi dia nanya apakah gue drunk saat itu dan gue malah bengong. Gue diledekin abis deh soal t****l gue walaupun tentu aja si Leonnard ga boleh liat hahaha. Terakhirnya dia bilang, “Be nice at the flight.” Sialaaaan! Dipesenin sama orang ganteng ya gue nurut dong hahaha. PM agak naksir gitu hahahaha. Yes, he’s a kinda guy your mother will say ‘yes’ when you introduced him because he looks tidy, well-educated, well-paid, he’s an all-well kind of guy. Dari situ kita pesen taksi menuju Anne Frank House. Kita butuh 2 taksi kan, dan yang dateng adalah taxi first class dengan mobil Mercedes! WOW. Kita pesan taksi di tempat yang salah banget. Kemarennya, gue dan rombongan gue ke Red Light District. Parah banget, padahal ada yang masih umur 13, bahkan kayaknya ada yang 10 atau 11 tahun. Eww gue nggak suka tempat itu. Walaupun tentu aja, ke sana adalah sangat memorable.
#9. Paris Tour
I heaaaaart Paris! Selain, museum dan tur, gue baru pertama kali naik ke Eiffel Tower and it was awesome! Gila, parah, indah banget dan pas udah malem lampu biru-nya dinyalain, bahkan ada kelap-kelip gitu cantik banget. This, really is the city of blinding lights. Menurut gue, bahkan stasiun Metro-nya pun, walaupun gue akui memang ga enak, tapi tetep punya kesan romantis gitu. Dan gue suka banget Eurodisney! This is my second time, and I still enjoy it walaupun setelah Thorpe Park, mainan2 Disney jadi agak terlalu cheesy buat gue J
#10. Excursion
Selama di UK gue sempet pergi ke Cambridge dan Oxford. Dua-duanya kota yang keren dan gue sukaaaaa banget Cambridge. Berada di tengah2nya menurut gue berasa kayak ada di setting film Eropa banget gitu. Dan tepat hari gue ke sana adalah graduation day, banyak orang tua yang dateng. Keliatan bangetlah keluarganya well-educated dari bapak ibu kakak adeknya. Dan toga-nya itu loh yang KEREN MAMPUS. Ga kayak toga ITB atau UI apalagi toga2 kampus lain di Indonesia, sorry to say. This is just a real truth, folks. Emang sih kita paling cuma shopping and end up being late so Amin, the guide, got angry in our every excursion.
#11. Miscellaneous
Hal-hal lain yang belom gue sebut (karna gue udah agak lupa) adalah gue ke Emirates Stadium, markasnya Arsenal. Store-nya expensive banget tapi keren. Dan stadionnya… oh God… it took my breath away. Terlalu keren dibandingan stadion Lebak Bulus. Terus, gue juga ke Camden Market yang supercool buat anak muda yang gayanya funky2 gitu. Lainnya… hmm… nickname gue selama di London ada banyak. Housemate gue yang super ramah, super branded dan super cerewet, Martina (Italy), diajarin untuk manggil gue digit. Dia mengucapkan itu ‘digito’ karena itu adalah bahasa Italy artinya ‘ketik’. Dia ga tau aja kata digit itu dipake buat ngatain gue sebagai anak sekolah negeri. Terus, summer fling sekaligus partner in crime-nya Karin, Alessandro, diajarin buat manggil gue ‘alay’ atau ‘chimenk’ dan dia pake nanya lagi artinya apa. Bayangin, masa gue mau bilang “Alay is… preman. Preman is… alay.” Bisa2 otaknya kebalik karna bingung. Tapi walaupun jawaban gue dan Karin ga memadai tentang apa arti alay atau chimenk, pernah suatu hari di depan Euston Station, gue dan temen2 gue mau pergi free time entah ke mana. dan dia lagi sama temen2nya yang namanya Matti, Edoardo, Andrea dan siapa lagi ga tau, dia lagi nyemok gitu. Gue stay cool aja pura2 aja ga liat. Eh dia negor gue, “Hi, alay chimenk.” GUE SIOK PARAH. Berani2nya dia! Dan disusul Matti yang senyum dan Edoardo yang bilang juga, “Hi!” since Edo is like, the best-looking man in my class, maka gue ga jadi sebel dengan panggilan Ale dan gue jadi senyum2 sendiri deh HAHAHAHA.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
My Way
I do think that life is a fast lane. Rasanya kayak baru kemaren gue masuk SMA. kayak baruuuu aja gue arrived di LHR. tiba2 aja sekarang udah banyak kegiatan di sekolah. sekarang gue memang terbiasa sih, tapi gue masih kayak yang 'zong' banget gitu karena gue berpikir this is far too fast and I can't enjoy anything. semakin gue besar, waktu berjalan semakin cepat dan gue ga suka.
It's great to be young. My Italian friend, Valentina, said that in the end, life is all we got. and in life, we could only be young once. I know there are people who are young at heart, but that's definitely different.
Making life for the most is not hard, but it's also not easy on the other hand.
salah satu guru BK gue sering banget cerita tentang keberhasilan murid2 unggulan gitu. yang dapet beasiswa di luar negeri lah, yang berhasil ini itulah. I can say that it motivates me as well as it motivates the others, tapi gue nggak tertarik untuk meraih apa yang mereka berhasil raih.
bukannya gue mau sok-sokan sih. gue sih nggak selevel sama mereka2 itu. beda kasta banget lah.
Tapi masalahnya, I'm not that sort of person. I was made different way. and it's not fun to be the same as others even though it's hard to be (like them) sometimes. misalnya gini, gue mau kayak mereka. tarohlah gue pengen banget masuk M.I.T, yah andaikan aja gue jago fisika, gitu. terus gue belajar belajar belajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr aja kerjaannya, and in that way I don't enjoy my life, tapi kemudian gue emang masuk tuh yang namanya MIT. I can't call that an achievement. that certainly is NOT. orang2 itu, yang diceritain sama guru BK gue itu, menikmati hidupnya dengan cara mereka sendiri. and since I have my own way to enjoy my life then I'll become somebody in my own way.
gue nggak suka orang yang bilang 'gue pengen kayak si X deh'. why should you be LIKE somebody if there's a broad way to be yourself? yes, we gotta have role model in life. Role model gue salah satunya adalah Andy Warhol, seriously. Tapi apakah gue mau kayak Andy Warhol? The answer is, no. gue mau punya achievement yang lebih baik dari dia, it's true. tapi gue nggak mau kayak dia, e.g, gay. I'm not against gay. I was kind of surrounded by gays when in London and they're cool people, as well as Andy Warhol.
FYI, gay is a trend right now. It's like a fashion statement. But I don't think it's cool. I just think people may have that thing but I'm just not into this trend hahahaha.
It's great to be young. My Italian friend, Valentina, said that in the end, life is all we got. and in life, we could only be young once. I know there are people who are young at heart, but that's definitely different.
Making life for the most is not hard, but it's also not easy on the other hand.
salah satu guru BK gue sering banget cerita tentang keberhasilan murid2 unggulan gitu. yang dapet beasiswa di luar negeri lah, yang berhasil ini itulah. I can say that it motivates me as well as it motivates the others, tapi gue nggak tertarik untuk meraih apa yang mereka berhasil raih.
bukannya gue mau sok-sokan sih. gue sih nggak selevel sama mereka2 itu. beda kasta banget lah.
Tapi masalahnya, I'm not that sort of person. I was made different way. and it's not fun to be the same as others even though it's hard to be (like them) sometimes. misalnya gini, gue mau kayak mereka. tarohlah gue pengen banget masuk M.I.T, yah andaikan aja gue jago fisika, gitu. terus gue belajar belajar belajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr aja kerjaannya, and in that way I don't enjoy my life, tapi kemudian gue emang masuk tuh yang namanya MIT. I can't call that an achievement. that certainly is NOT. orang2 itu, yang diceritain sama guru BK gue itu, menikmati hidupnya dengan cara mereka sendiri. and since I have my own way to enjoy my life then I'll become somebody in my own way.
gue nggak suka orang yang bilang 'gue pengen kayak si X deh'. why should you be LIKE somebody if there's a broad way to be yourself? yes, we gotta have role model in life. Role model gue salah satunya adalah Andy Warhol, seriously. Tapi apakah gue mau kayak Andy Warhol? The answer is, no. gue mau punya achievement yang lebih baik dari dia, it's true. tapi gue nggak mau kayak dia, e.g, gay. I'm not against gay. I was kind of surrounded by gays when in London and they're cool people, as well as Andy Warhol.
FYI, gay is a trend right now. It's like a fashion statement. But I don't think it's cool. I just think people may have that thing but I'm just not into this trend hahahaha.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Hotel Seruni, Puncak
This morning, I had a chat with my best friend from junior high school. Niatnya sih nggak ngomongin hal-hal yang udah lewat setahun, tapi ujung2nya kesitu juga. Terus, yang kita omongin adalah tentang farewell party kelas bilingual.
Waktu gue SMP, ada 2 kelas bilingual. kalo ditotal kira-kira ada 60-an orang deh dari 2 kelas itu. Dan, dari kelas 1 kita udah bareng terus walaupun baru agak deket pas kelas 3. Hmm... nggak deket juga sih. Tapi ya udahlah ya pokoknya kita punya perpisahan sendiri gitu, di Puncak.
Tadinya, I personally don't like the idea about Puncak. Ih apaan sih, udah nggak dingin tau gara-gara global warming, udah gitu susah ini itulah blablabla alasan gue yang benci banget sama Puncak. Udah gitu nama hotelnya nggak meyakinkan, gue kira hotel kelas Melati gitu. Uugh males abis zzzz.
Tapi ternyata, begitu sampe, hotelnya keren banget! Pemandangannya, fasilitasnya... puas banget deh. Gue nggak tau sama sekali kalo di hotel yang jaraknya kira2 1km dari jalan raya puncak itu ada jacuzzi dan segala macem yang keren. Malemnya kita ngadain farewell party di restorannya yang dikelilingi kaca gitu, banyak lampu-lampu dari luar. Acaranya sih biasa aja, kita pake baju yang agak resmi terus ada semacam pertunjukan dari kita-kita sendiri. Tapi waktu itu mood gue lagi jelek, jadi sebenernya gue nggak terlalu menikmati. Terus abis party, kita makan jagung bakar deh di pinggir kolam renang.
Sebenernya sorenya, waktu baru dateng, kita sempet main cebur-ceburan di kolam renang. Jadi ceritanya abis main Bentengan (mainan anak kampung. tapi waktu itu seru deh), tim yang kalah diceburin. Eh tapi yang nggak kalah juga pengen nyebur saking panas dan teriknya hari itu. Ya udah deh, semuanya nyebur. gue hampir mati pas itu. FYI, I can't swim. jadi gue gugup banget pas mau diceburin pertama kali, dan gue bilang sama temen gue yang namanya Nabilla sama Nesha supaya mereka pegangin gue. Guess what? mereka ngelepas gue! dan gue totally tenggelem. I thought I was dying. Tapi abis itu gue ketagihan. Jadi ya udah deh, gue nyebur lagi dan lagi hahaha.
Waktu itu gue sekamar sama Nabilla dan satu lagi namanya Pungky. Kita sama-sama kegilaan banget sama yang namanya sepakbola. Nah saat itu, AC Milan recently won the Champions League title. Dari siang waktu baru dateng, sampe jam 1 pagi abis party kita teruuuuuuus aja nonton siaran ulang AC Milan itu. We were crazy to see Kaka ran to all corners of the field, tapi nggak cuma itu. Pungky hobi banget merhatiin ekspresi muka orang, semua ekspresi yang jelek kita ketawain. Terus kita baru tau kalo di belakangnya bos AC Milan (ga tau namanya siapa) ada seorang cowok Italia yang sangat amat ganteng. Woohoo kita norak abis teriak-teriak sampe temen yang ada di luar kamar kita, namanya Bingo, teriak, "Woy! Ebuset bukannya tidur malah nonton bola lo pada! Nab! Rien! Pung! Tidur ngapa! Gue masuk ya!"
Gue, Pungky dan Nabilla sama-sama melotot. Gue lompat ke pintu dan langsung ngunci, "Jangan Ngo! Kita lagi sibuk nih!"
"Lah, ngapain lo pada?" tanya Bingo penasaran.
"Ih gue tau tuh pasti kalo nggak Nabilla-Arien, Nabilla-Pungky deh lagi lesbian!" tambah temen gue yang satunya lagi. Tapi gue ga tau itu suara siapa.
Kita yang ada di dalem kamar cuma bisa ketawa ngakak. Gimana bisa kita biarin mereka masuk, orang jelas-jelas kita semua lagi half-naked! Jadi ceritanya, waktu mandi, celana tidurnya Pungky jatuh ke lantai dan jadi basah. gue sama Nabilla akhirnya sepakat biar fair, kita juga nggak pake celana tidur. HAHAHAHA.
Besok paginya, kita ikutan Safari Track di Taman Safari. Gue kira itu semacam, lo jalan-jalan naik mobil biasa aja di Taman Safari tapi ternyata nggak sama sekali! Jadi ada semacam rute sejauh 4 km gitu, NAIK GUNUNG. Dan, gue nggak pake sepatu hari itu. Gue pake sandal jepit! Bayangkan! Gue jalan tepat di belakang guide-nya yang garing abis. suka bercandain tompel gue dengan "Eh, kamu kok chocochipnya nggak dimakan sih?" KEWL.
FYI, gue nggak suka mengatakan tanda hitam sebesar chocochip di kening gue sebagai tompel. Karena ini adalah tanda lahir dan gue benci kata tompel!
Well, well. That was the happy story at the end of my junior high school years. and I kind missing those times.
Waktu gue SMP, ada 2 kelas bilingual. kalo ditotal kira-kira ada 60-an orang deh dari 2 kelas itu. Dan, dari kelas 1 kita udah bareng terus walaupun baru agak deket pas kelas 3. Hmm... nggak deket juga sih. Tapi ya udahlah ya pokoknya kita punya perpisahan sendiri gitu, di Puncak.
Tadinya, I personally don't like the idea about Puncak. Ih apaan sih, udah nggak dingin tau gara-gara global warming, udah gitu susah ini itulah blablabla alasan gue yang benci banget sama Puncak. Udah gitu nama hotelnya nggak meyakinkan, gue kira hotel kelas Melati gitu. Uugh males abis zzzz.
Tapi ternyata, begitu sampe, hotelnya keren banget! Pemandangannya, fasilitasnya... puas banget deh. Gue nggak tau sama sekali kalo di hotel yang jaraknya kira2 1km dari jalan raya puncak itu ada jacuzzi dan segala macem yang keren. Malemnya kita ngadain farewell party di restorannya yang dikelilingi kaca gitu, banyak lampu-lampu dari luar. Acaranya sih biasa aja, kita pake baju yang agak resmi terus ada semacam pertunjukan dari kita-kita sendiri. Tapi waktu itu mood gue lagi jelek, jadi sebenernya gue nggak terlalu menikmati. Terus abis party, kita makan jagung bakar deh di pinggir kolam renang.
Sebenernya sorenya, waktu baru dateng, kita sempet main cebur-ceburan di kolam renang. Jadi ceritanya abis main Bentengan (mainan anak kampung. tapi waktu itu seru deh), tim yang kalah diceburin. Eh tapi yang nggak kalah juga pengen nyebur saking panas dan teriknya hari itu. Ya udah deh, semuanya nyebur. gue hampir mati pas itu. FYI, I can't swim. jadi gue gugup banget pas mau diceburin pertama kali, dan gue bilang sama temen gue yang namanya Nabilla sama Nesha supaya mereka pegangin gue. Guess what? mereka ngelepas gue! dan gue totally tenggelem. I thought I was dying. Tapi abis itu gue ketagihan. Jadi ya udah deh, gue nyebur lagi dan lagi hahaha.
Waktu itu gue sekamar sama Nabilla dan satu lagi namanya Pungky. Kita sama-sama kegilaan banget sama yang namanya sepakbola. Nah saat itu, AC Milan recently won the Champions League title. Dari siang waktu baru dateng, sampe jam 1 pagi abis party kita teruuuuuuus aja nonton siaran ulang AC Milan itu. We were crazy to see Kaka ran to all corners of the field, tapi nggak cuma itu. Pungky hobi banget merhatiin ekspresi muka orang, semua ekspresi yang jelek kita ketawain. Terus kita baru tau kalo di belakangnya bos AC Milan (ga tau namanya siapa) ada seorang cowok Italia yang sangat amat ganteng. Woohoo kita norak abis teriak-teriak sampe temen yang ada di luar kamar kita, namanya Bingo, teriak, "Woy! Ebuset bukannya tidur malah nonton bola lo pada! Nab! Rien! Pung! Tidur ngapa! Gue masuk ya!"
Gue, Pungky dan Nabilla sama-sama melotot. Gue lompat ke pintu dan langsung ngunci, "Jangan Ngo! Kita lagi sibuk nih!"
"Lah, ngapain lo pada?" tanya Bingo penasaran.
"Ih gue tau tuh pasti kalo nggak Nabilla-Arien, Nabilla-Pungky deh lagi lesbian!" tambah temen gue yang satunya lagi. Tapi gue ga tau itu suara siapa.
Kita yang ada di dalem kamar cuma bisa ketawa ngakak. Gimana bisa kita biarin mereka masuk, orang jelas-jelas kita semua lagi half-naked! Jadi ceritanya, waktu mandi, celana tidurnya Pungky jatuh ke lantai dan jadi basah. gue sama Nabilla akhirnya sepakat biar fair, kita juga nggak pake celana tidur. HAHAHAHA.
Besok paginya, kita ikutan Safari Track di Taman Safari. Gue kira itu semacam, lo jalan-jalan naik mobil biasa aja di Taman Safari tapi ternyata nggak sama sekali! Jadi ada semacam rute sejauh 4 km gitu, NAIK GUNUNG. Dan, gue nggak pake sepatu hari itu. Gue pake sandal jepit! Bayangkan! Gue jalan tepat di belakang guide-nya yang garing abis. suka bercandain tompel gue dengan "Eh, kamu kok chocochipnya nggak dimakan sih?" KEWL.
FYI, gue nggak suka mengatakan tanda hitam sebesar chocochip di kening gue sebagai tompel. Karena ini adalah tanda lahir dan gue benci kata tompel!
Well, well. That was the happy story at the end of my junior high school years. and I kind missing those times.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Jangan sampe salah jurusan
Tahun lalu, gue ikut UAN SMP. Not to mention what I have sacrificed a lot and it was just like, err… the end of the world or something. Dan, itu juga mengubah gue banget. Dulu, gue anak males. Gue nggak pernah ikut les seumur-umur. Pernah sih les piano waktu kelas 1 SD, tapi itu juga ga di lembaga dan ngga bertahan lama karena gue takut sama gurunya yang rada gay (I was anti-gay, but I’m really not now. I even believe there’s a bit of gay in each of us) dan suka ngomel-ngomel pake bahasa Jerman (dia emang keturunan Jerman dan pernah cukup lama tinggal di sana). Pokoknya intinya, gue nggak pernah deh belajar di luar waktu sekolah. Nah, menjelang UAN itulah gue sadar, I’ll be totally insane if I don’t take any course. Karena gue tipe orang yang ga bakal bisa belajar bener kalo ga ada gurunya. Jadi ya udah, gue les deh. Dan gue nekat mem-full-kan jadwal les gue dari Senin-Jumat. Gue nggak kenal hari libur deh selama 3 bulan sebelum UAN. Kadang-kadang doang gue ke mall. Itu juga ga ngapa2in. pikiran gue fokus banget ke UAN. Alasan gue waktu itu obvious banget: gue harus lulus!
Soalnya, gue takut. Ketakutan terbesar gue bukannya nggak lulus SMP (yeah siapa sih yang nggak takut sama yang satu ini) atau nggak masuk SMA favorit. I was afraid I’m not ready enough for high school. You know, high school kids are the real image for homo homini lupus. They’re cruel and nasty and… yeah, insane. Dan nggak hanya itu aja, gue juga takut sama penjurusan. Di mata gue saat ini, penjurusan adalah sangat penting . Buat apa gue naik kelas kalo gue nggak dapet jurusan?
Waktu gue kelas 3 SD, kakak gue yang pertama masuk jurusan IPS, and I always wanna be like her. So I study hard in social subjects, dan kebetulan gue kayaknya emang jago ngafalin tanggal, kejadian dan sebagainya. Bahkan dari jaman SD itu, gue selalu nanya-nanya masalah ekonomi sama nyokap gue. Nyokap gue dulunya orang bank, jadi dia tau lah gimana ekonomi itu. Bayangin aja, dari jaman anak SD cuma taunya masalah jenis-jenis kebutuhan primer dsb, gue udah ngerti apa itu deposito, kredit etc. Tapi gue orangnya gampang banget terpengaruh sama orang. Kakak gue yang kedua masuk jurusan IPA. Dan dia, beserta temen-temen SMP gue, selalu memberikan doktrin2 ke gue.
Kakak gue: “IPA tuh lebih banyak tantangannya, De! Ada itungannya ada hafalannya. Terus peluang kuliahnya juga lebihbesar kamu mau masuk jurusan apa aja bisa.”
Gue: “Yee di IPS juga ada! Dan kalo soal kuliah sih, misal lo bego kan sama aja ga ada universitas yang bakal nerima lo.”
Temen gue #1: “IPA lebih pinter tau Rien daripada IPS.”
Gue: “Kalo lo dapet nilai 2 di IPA tapi lo bisa dapet 9 di IPS, lo masih tetep lebih pinter?”
Temen gue #2: “Ih, IPS tuh buangan tau Rien!”
Gue: “Heh, kalo ngga ada buangan juga ngga bakal ada unggulan, gila!”
Gue terus ngebela IPS. Kakak gue yang pertama bangga sama gue (ih lebay. Nggak mungkinlah ya). Tapi saat gue masuk SMA, SMA gue dipenuhi dengan anak-anak pinter, bersemangat tinggi untuk maju, punya goal-goal yang keren, wuih silau banget deh pokoknya. Dan mereka selalu bilang hal yang sama.
Temen-temen SMA gue #1-400: “Pokoknya gue harus masuk IPA!”
Dan iman gue goyah saat itu juga. Gue jadi ikutan bilang, “Oh gue juga harus masuk IPA!” Ckckck. Jadilah, dengan itu semua gue ikutan les sampe malem. Cuma demi masuk IPA. Masuk IPA. Itu dua kata yang sangat sakral dan suci dan agung dan mulia bagi 400 orang di angkatan gue. Padahal kalo gue pikir-pikir, both are okay for me. Kalo gue masuk IPA ya gue bersyukur and it’s surely a miracle. Tapi kalo gue masuk IPS, ya, well it’s fine, that’s what I wanted.
Suatu sore, gue diajak nyokap gue ketemu temennya. Gue ketemu sama Oom William. He’s Chinese man. I’m not going to talk about race or racism here, tapi dari yang gue tau, orang Cina biasanya punya semangat juang dan hidup yang tinggi, yang lebih maju daripada orang Melayu kebanyakan yang cenderung pemales dan menyepelekan hal-hal kecil tapi penting. Dan dia ngajak ngobrol gue.
OW: Kamu mau masuk jurusan apa?
G: Pengennya sih IPA, Oom. Cuma masih belom tau nih.
OW: Memangnya kamu mau kuliahnya jurusan apa? (jurusan di SMA sih ga ada apa-apanya buat orang tua)
G: Err… (ini nih pertanyaan yang selalu paling menghantui gue) ga tau Oom.
OW: Lho, kamu tipenya kayak apa? Suka yang eksakta, yang ngitung-ngitung gitu atau sosial, kayak kamu sekarang lagi ketemu orang-orang?
G: Emangnya kenapa, Oom?
OW: Ya itu penting. Kalo misalnya kamu suka ilmu eksakta, kamu akan tertarik kerja di laboratorium, mengukur-ngukur, menimbang, meneliti hasil eksperimen kamu sendiri. Tapi kalo kamu orang sosial, kamu lebih enjoy kayak sekarang gini, ketemu orang, mempelajari orang-orang dan keadaan sekitar kamu sendiri.
G: Oh… kayaknya sosial deh Oom (di hari dia mempertanyakan itu ke gue, gue lagi semangat mau masuk jurusan Teknik Kimia, soalnya nilai ulangan Kimia gue baru-baru itu bagus. Tapi gue baru sadar bahwa, once you decided to get involved in one field, you’ll do everything in it except the time has come for you to make a choice. Misalnya, gue pengen masuk jurusan Teknik Kimia Cuma gara-gara nilai ulangan hidrokarbon gue bagus. Tapi di teknik kimia gue nggak bakalan cuma mempelajari hidrokarbon doang, kan. Gue juga akan mempelajari larutan2, stoikiometri dan sebagainya. HOEEEKKKKKK)
OW: Kamu mau ambil kuliah apa di sosial?
G: Aduh masalahnya ya, Oom, aku nggak suka ekonomi.
OW: Lho, kenapa?
G: Soalnya gurunya nyebelin. Tapi ngga cuma itu aja sih. Sebenernya ekonomi tuh kayaknya sederhana, ilmunya cuman gitu-gitu doang tapi diribet-ribetin. Padahal hubungannya ya kesitu-situ lagi.
OW: Ooh berarti kamu belom bener-bener tahu celah-celahnya di ekonomi itu. Dulu ya, Oom kenal sama orang, orang Indonesia juga, dia kuliah MBA di Amerika. Waktu dia mau ngambil Ph.D, dia tes, dan nggak lulus. Dia kira dia kurang di matematiknya, jadi dia memperdalam matematik itu dan taun depannya ikut lagi. Tapi dia masih gagal! Dia ngerasa masih kurang, akhirnya dia balik lagi belajar matematik dan tahun depannya ikut tes lagi. Dan dia masih tetep gagal dan akhirnya DO. Ekonomi, dan semua ilmu sebenernya, itu sebenernya punya semacam jati diri masing-masing, gitu lho. Kalo kamu nggak tahu di mana celahnya, gimana meng-handle-nya, kamu nggak akan berhasil, apalagi kalo udah tingkat lanjut kayak Ph.D gitu, ya. Belajar ilmu itu sebetulnya kayak orang pacaran. Kamu harus tau dulu siapa dia, kamu deketin, kamu pelajari siapa dia yang sebenernya, baru kamu bisa bener-bener synchronized sama dia.
G: (diam. Terkesima)
OW: Sebetulnya kalau kamu mau belajar ilmu apa aja, entah itu komputer, fisika atau ekonomi, itu pasti ada gunanya. Percaya deh, ilmu itu ga ada yang sia-sia. Cuma kita juga mesti tau mana yang betul-betul kita suka dan kita bisa, jangan sampe salah jurusan. Karena kita nggak mau kan, ngerjain hal yang kita nggak suka dan lebih parah lagi, nggak tau gimana menanganinya.
G: Iya ya, Oom. (anjrit keren banget ceramahnya)
OW: Dulu waktu tinggal di Belanda saya kuliah fisika. Saya suka sekali, tertarik sekali saya sama fisika. Tapi begitu Papa saya meninggal, nggak ada lagi yang membiayai dan saya terpaksa kembali ke sini kan. Di sini juga cuma sedikit pilihannya waktu itu, maka saya pilih ekonomi. Butuh proses yang paaanjang sekali buat saya untuk terima bahwa saya ada di jurusan yang buat saya ‘asing’ sekali, gitu. Akhirnya setelah banyak diskusi sama dosen, sama senior-senior, temen dan banyak baca-baca buku, saya baru sadar, “Ya. Ini dia ilmu yang mau saya pelajari.” Waktu itu seandainya saya nggak menemukan seperti itu saya pasti keluar dari ekonomi. Buat apa? Saya sih nggak mau salah jurusan. Lagian kita butuh belajar, menuntut ilmu sampe setinggi-tingginya. Kamu bisa kok kayak anaknya Tante Ika tuh (temen yang satunya lagi), sekarang satu di Jepang satunya lagi di Oxford. Memang hidup tuh harus seperti itu.
G: (manggut-manggut)
I was seriously inspired. He makes me believe that everybody’s different and special in their own ways, and it has nothing to do with just a simple choice in high school. This world is still too big if you leave it just to concentrate on simple things like penjurusan di SMA. Nyokap gue yang kayaknya sadar sama pembicaraan serius gue itu tiba-tiba bilang, “Oom William itu, biar kemana-mana naik bajaj tapi lulusan MBA dari Amerika, lho Dek.” Dan, muka gue berubah ungu saat itu. OOPS.. GUE BARU SAJA CURHAT BETAPA GUE BENCI PELAJARAN EKONOMI PADA ORANG YANG SALAH. Ini sih hampir sama aja kayak gue bilang benci renang sama Michael Phelps!
Tapi gue udah belajar dari Oom William beberapa poin penting sore itu:
#1. JANGAN SAMPE SALAH JURUSAN
#2. Buat apa masuk jurusan yang keren dan ‘cling’, kalo lo akan susah survive di sana
#3. Gue tetep berusaha masuk IPA sebisa gue biarpun gue udah menulis poin #2. Buat gue, pengorbanan yang udah gue lakuin demi IPA udah besar banget.
#4. Rejeki orang ada di tangan Tuhan. It’s not what you learn in high school, neither in college, that gives money to keep alive. Buktinya? Oom William yang punya gelar MBA dari Amerika aja sekarang kerjaannya mondar-mandir ketemu Biyan, Iwan Tirta dan banyak banget desainer Indonesia lainnya, ngomongin batik tulis yang mahalnya ga sama deh sama daster batik di pasar. That proves, that your job is probably written is God’s own letter.
By the way, it seems like this post is too long and boring. I’m so sorry, peeps. All I wanna say is the point #1, and, Lucas Scott from One Tree Hill was right. You can be big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it. I have met Oom William only once since…ever, but he has made one of the most meaningful preaches I’ve ever heard from a stranger.
Soalnya, gue takut. Ketakutan terbesar gue bukannya nggak lulus SMP (yeah siapa sih yang nggak takut sama yang satu ini) atau nggak masuk SMA favorit. I was afraid I’m not ready enough for high school. You know, high school kids are the real image for homo homini lupus. They’re cruel and nasty and… yeah, insane. Dan nggak hanya itu aja, gue juga takut sama penjurusan. Di mata gue saat ini, penjurusan adalah sangat penting . Buat apa gue naik kelas kalo gue nggak dapet jurusan?
Waktu gue kelas 3 SD, kakak gue yang pertama masuk jurusan IPS, and I always wanna be like her. So I study hard in social subjects, dan kebetulan gue kayaknya emang jago ngafalin tanggal, kejadian dan sebagainya. Bahkan dari jaman SD itu, gue selalu nanya-nanya masalah ekonomi sama nyokap gue. Nyokap gue dulunya orang bank, jadi dia tau lah gimana ekonomi itu. Bayangin aja, dari jaman anak SD cuma taunya masalah jenis-jenis kebutuhan primer dsb, gue udah ngerti apa itu deposito, kredit etc. Tapi gue orangnya gampang banget terpengaruh sama orang. Kakak gue yang kedua masuk jurusan IPA. Dan dia, beserta temen-temen SMP gue, selalu memberikan doktrin2 ke gue.
Kakak gue: “IPA tuh lebih banyak tantangannya, De! Ada itungannya ada hafalannya. Terus peluang kuliahnya juga lebihbesar kamu mau masuk jurusan apa aja bisa.”
Gue: “Yee di IPS juga ada! Dan kalo soal kuliah sih, misal lo bego kan sama aja ga ada universitas yang bakal nerima lo.”
Temen gue #1: “IPA lebih pinter tau Rien daripada IPS.”
Gue: “Kalo lo dapet nilai 2 di IPA tapi lo bisa dapet 9 di IPS, lo masih tetep lebih pinter?”
Temen gue #2: “Ih, IPS tuh buangan tau Rien!”
Gue: “Heh, kalo ngga ada buangan juga ngga bakal ada unggulan, gila!”
Gue terus ngebela IPS. Kakak gue yang pertama bangga sama gue (ih lebay. Nggak mungkinlah ya). Tapi saat gue masuk SMA, SMA gue dipenuhi dengan anak-anak pinter, bersemangat tinggi untuk maju, punya goal-goal yang keren, wuih silau banget deh pokoknya. Dan mereka selalu bilang hal yang sama.
Temen-temen SMA gue #1-400: “Pokoknya gue harus masuk IPA!”
Dan iman gue goyah saat itu juga. Gue jadi ikutan bilang, “Oh gue juga harus masuk IPA!” Ckckck. Jadilah, dengan itu semua gue ikutan les sampe malem. Cuma demi masuk IPA. Masuk IPA. Itu dua kata yang sangat sakral dan suci dan agung dan mulia bagi 400 orang di angkatan gue. Padahal kalo gue pikir-pikir, both are okay for me. Kalo gue masuk IPA ya gue bersyukur and it’s surely a miracle. Tapi kalo gue masuk IPS, ya, well it’s fine, that’s what I wanted.
Suatu sore, gue diajak nyokap gue ketemu temennya. Gue ketemu sama Oom William. He’s Chinese man. I’m not going to talk about race or racism here, tapi dari yang gue tau, orang Cina biasanya punya semangat juang dan hidup yang tinggi, yang lebih maju daripada orang Melayu kebanyakan yang cenderung pemales dan menyepelekan hal-hal kecil tapi penting. Dan dia ngajak ngobrol gue.
OW: Kamu mau masuk jurusan apa?
G: Pengennya sih IPA, Oom. Cuma masih belom tau nih.
OW: Memangnya kamu mau kuliahnya jurusan apa? (jurusan di SMA sih ga ada apa-apanya buat orang tua)
G: Err… (ini nih pertanyaan yang selalu paling menghantui gue) ga tau Oom.
OW: Lho, kamu tipenya kayak apa? Suka yang eksakta, yang ngitung-ngitung gitu atau sosial, kayak kamu sekarang lagi ketemu orang-orang?
G: Emangnya kenapa, Oom?
OW: Ya itu penting. Kalo misalnya kamu suka ilmu eksakta, kamu akan tertarik kerja di laboratorium, mengukur-ngukur, menimbang, meneliti hasil eksperimen kamu sendiri. Tapi kalo kamu orang sosial, kamu lebih enjoy kayak sekarang gini, ketemu orang, mempelajari orang-orang dan keadaan sekitar kamu sendiri.
G: Oh… kayaknya sosial deh Oom (di hari dia mempertanyakan itu ke gue, gue lagi semangat mau masuk jurusan Teknik Kimia, soalnya nilai ulangan Kimia gue baru-baru itu bagus. Tapi gue baru sadar bahwa, once you decided to get involved in one field, you’ll do everything in it except the time has come for you to make a choice. Misalnya, gue pengen masuk jurusan Teknik Kimia Cuma gara-gara nilai ulangan hidrokarbon gue bagus. Tapi di teknik kimia gue nggak bakalan cuma mempelajari hidrokarbon doang, kan. Gue juga akan mempelajari larutan2, stoikiometri dan sebagainya. HOEEEKKKKKK)
OW: Kamu mau ambil kuliah apa di sosial?
G: Aduh masalahnya ya, Oom, aku nggak suka ekonomi.
OW: Lho, kenapa?
G: Soalnya gurunya nyebelin. Tapi ngga cuma itu aja sih. Sebenernya ekonomi tuh kayaknya sederhana, ilmunya cuman gitu-gitu doang tapi diribet-ribetin. Padahal hubungannya ya kesitu-situ lagi.
OW: Ooh berarti kamu belom bener-bener tahu celah-celahnya di ekonomi itu. Dulu ya, Oom kenal sama orang, orang Indonesia juga, dia kuliah MBA di Amerika. Waktu dia mau ngambil Ph.D, dia tes, dan nggak lulus. Dia kira dia kurang di matematiknya, jadi dia memperdalam matematik itu dan taun depannya ikut lagi. Tapi dia masih gagal! Dia ngerasa masih kurang, akhirnya dia balik lagi belajar matematik dan tahun depannya ikut tes lagi. Dan dia masih tetep gagal dan akhirnya DO. Ekonomi, dan semua ilmu sebenernya, itu sebenernya punya semacam jati diri masing-masing, gitu lho. Kalo kamu nggak tahu di mana celahnya, gimana meng-handle-nya, kamu nggak akan berhasil, apalagi kalo udah tingkat lanjut kayak Ph.D gitu, ya. Belajar ilmu itu sebetulnya kayak orang pacaran. Kamu harus tau dulu siapa dia, kamu deketin, kamu pelajari siapa dia yang sebenernya, baru kamu bisa bener-bener synchronized sama dia.
G: (diam. Terkesima)
OW: Sebetulnya kalau kamu mau belajar ilmu apa aja, entah itu komputer, fisika atau ekonomi, itu pasti ada gunanya. Percaya deh, ilmu itu ga ada yang sia-sia. Cuma kita juga mesti tau mana yang betul-betul kita suka dan kita bisa, jangan sampe salah jurusan. Karena kita nggak mau kan, ngerjain hal yang kita nggak suka dan lebih parah lagi, nggak tau gimana menanganinya.
G: Iya ya, Oom. (anjrit keren banget ceramahnya)
OW: Dulu waktu tinggal di Belanda saya kuliah fisika. Saya suka sekali, tertarik sekali saya sama fisika. Tapi begitu Papa saya meninggal, nggak ada lagi yang membiayai dan saya terpaksa kembali ke sini kan. Di sini juga cuma sedikit pilihannya waktu itu, maka saya pilih ekonomi. Butuh proses yang paaanjang sekali buat saya untuk terima bahwa saya ada di jurusan yang buat saya ‘asing’ sekali, gitu. Akhirnya setelah banyak diskusi sama dosen, sama senior-senior, temen dan banyak baca-baca buku, saya baru sadar, “Ya. Ini dia ilmu yang mau saya pelajari.” Waktu itu seandainya saya nggak menemukan seperti itu saya pasti keluar dari ekonomi. Buat apa? Saya sih nggak mau salah jurusan. Lagian kita butuh belajar, menuntut ilmu sampe setinggi-tingginya. Kamu bisa kok kayak anaknya Tante Ika tuh (temen yang satunya lagi), sekarang satu di Jepang satunya lagi di Oxford. Memang hidup tuh harus seperti itu.
G: (manggut-manggut)
I was seriously inspired. He makes me believe that everybody’s different and special in their own ways, and it has nothing to do with just a simple choice in high school. This world is still too big if you leave it just to concentrate on simple things like penjurusan di SMA. Nyokap gue yang kayaknya sadar sama pembicaraan serius gue itu tiba-tiba bilang, “Oom William itu, biar kemana-mana naik bajaj tapi lulusan MBA dari Amerika, lho Dek.” Dan, muka gue berubah ungu saat itu. OOPS.. GUE BARU SAJA CURHAT BETAPA GUE BENCI PELAJARAN EKONOMI PADA ORANG YANG SALAH. Ini sih hampir sama aja kayak gue bilang benci renang sama Michael Phelps!
Tapi gue udah belajar dari Oom William beberapa poin penting sore itu:
#1. JANGAN SAMPE SALAH JURUSAN
#2. Buat apa masuk jurusan yang keren dan ‘cling’, kalo lo akan susah survive di sana
#3. Gue tetep berusaha masuk IPA sebisa gue biarpun gue udah menulis poin #2. Buat gue, pengorbanan yang udah gue lakuin demi IPA udah besar banget.
#4. Rejeki orang ada di tangan Tuhan. It’s not what you learn in high school, neither in college, that gives money to keep alive. Buktinya? Oom William yang punya gelar MBA dari Amerika aja sekarang kerjaannya mondar-mandir ketemu Biyan, Iwan Tirta dan banyak banget desainer Indonesia lainnya, ngomongin batik tulis yang mahalnya ga sama deh sama daster batik di pasar. That proves, that your job is probably written is God’s own letter.
By the way, it seems like this post is too long and boring. I’m so sorry, peeps. All I wanna say is the point #1, and, Lucas Scott from One Tree Hill was right. You can be big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it. I have met Oom William only once since…ever, but he has made one of the most meaningful preaches I’ve ever heard from a stranger.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
(almost) ex BFF
Peyton: 'Can we be friends again?'
Brooke: 'Sure'
Peyton: 'Like before?'
Brooke: 'I don't think so, like before is gone, Peyton'
Maybe this time with my BFF, N, I would be Peyton Sawyer. I would be begging to be BFF again. If something should be blamed from this broken friendship, it's time. Oh and ergo egos. I wouldn't say how egos and times changed a bond between us but I do think that maybe I should say something to her. I mean, the times when we were together as BFF are moments I love, always have always will. And I never thought that there would be times like this when I feel like I'm not the right friend for her and she fells the same way too, so we both are lonely people, walking in two different ways.
We always try to make things out. She and I always try and always failed. Failure is probably something usual, something that we should always deal and it's normal. But friendship failure is like a kidney failure. well I can't see the relation too but I think it's something very sensitive. It's something we always need, it's like the fresh air.
It's the second time. The last time I feel it was a few months ago, and I was so glad times brought us better. On the other hand, it betrayed us this time. Maybe time is my biggest enemy. I mean, it's the most fox-like thing in the entire world. It helps you, but it gets you down. It raise you, it lets you fall. again and again. and what can you do? Quit? No.
Oh my God what am I doing right now? Controlled by disappointed feeling from this broken friendship I think this is one of the awful things that can happen during youth
By the way, it's fun to be young, isn't it? Having some, or maybe only one BFF, a BF and doing F things. How's that sounds? GREAT!
Brooke: 'Sure'
Peyton: 'Like before?'
Brooke: 'I don't think so, like before is gone, Peyton'
Maybe this time with my BFF, N, I would be Peyton Sawyer. I would be begging to be BFF again. If something should be blamed from this broken friendship, it's time. Oh and ergo egos. I wouldn't say how egos and times changed a bond between us but I do think that maybe I should say something to her. I mean, the times when we were together as BFF are moments I love, always have always will. And I never thought that there would be times like this when I feel like I'm not the right friend for her and she fells the same way too, so we both are lonely people, walking in two different ways.
We always try to make things out. She and I always try and always failed. Failure is probably something usual, something that we should always deal and it's normal. But friendship failure is like a kidney failure. well I can't see the relation too but I think it's something very sensitive. It's something we always need, it's like the fresh air.
It's the second time. The last time I feel it was a few months ago, and I was so glad times brought us better. On the other hand, it betrayed us this time. Maybe time is my biggest enemy. I mean, it's the most fox-like thing in the entire world. It helps you, but it gets you down. It raise you, it lets you fall. again and again. and what can you do? Quit? No.
Oh my God what am I doing right now? Controlled by disappointed feeling from this broken friendship I think this is one of the awful things that can happen during youth
By the way, it's fun to be young, isn't it? Having some, or maybe only one BFF, a BF and doing F things. How's that sounds? GREAT!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
can't wait!
because my holidays coming about 13 days from now and I really can't wait!
actually it's not really a holiday, I mean, I wont' be done with my school business. soalnya gue masih akan belom tau gue akan ke jurusan mana, naik kelas atau nggak (naik dong, IPA amin!), gimana nilai gue di rapor. but this would be a holiday of a lifetime karena gue akan mengalami petualangan gue sendiri, pertama kalinya tanpa orang tua gue di negara yang jauh dari rumah. yes, a homestay to London!
London adalah salah satu kota impian gue. emang sih sekarang nuansa British-nya udah nggak kerasa lagi karena udah banyak East Europeans di sana. and it rains a lot. and it's cold. Dan ga tau juga kenapa mesti ke sana, tapi itu mau gue udah lama banget.
Itu emang udah jadi taruhan gue sama nyokap. gue bilang sama nyokap kalo gue berhasil masuk SMA Negeri yang favorit gue harus boleh homestay ke London plus tur ke Paris dan Amsterdam. I've been to the last two cities but it was 9 years ago and I was 6. dan gue bego banget saat itu. I wasn't able to learn French even just a bit of it. dan waktu itu gue pergi menjelang Christmas jadi dinginnya ajegile dan sekarang gue mau pergi waktu summer.
It would take 2 days in France and 10 hours journey with bus to Amsterdam. gue inget banget waktu di Amsterdam nyokap gue hampir mati ditiban makhluk halus di Wisma Indonesia. Eew serem abis. but what I can't wait is a visit to Louvre Museum. waktu ke Paris sebelumnya, gue ga sempet ke sana gara-gara kita sempet lupa parkir mobil di mana waktu di Disneyland, and it took sooooo many times cuma buat nyari mobil doang di pelataran parkir yang segitu gedenya. ugh parah abis.
actually it's not really a holiday, I mean, I wont' be done with my school business. soalnya gue masih akan belom tau gue akan ke jurusan mana, naik kelas atau nggak (naik dong, IPA amin!), gimana nilai gue di rapor. but this would be a holiday of a lifetime karena gue akan mengalami petualangan gue sendiri, pertama kalinya tanpa orang tua gue di negara yang jauh dari rumah. yes, a homestay to London!
London adalah salah satu kota impian gue. emang sih sekarang nuansa British-nya udah nggak kerasa lagi karena udah banyak East Europeans di sana. and it rains a lot. and it's cold. Dan ga tau juga kenapa mesti ke sana, tapi itu mau gue udah lama banget.
Itu emang udah jadi taruhan gue sama nyokap. gue bilang sama nyokap kalo gue berhasil masuk SMA Negeri yang favorit gue harus boleh homestay ke London plus tur ke Paris dan Amsterdam. I've been to the last two cities but it was 9 years ago and I was 6. dan gue bego banget saat itu. I wasn't able to learn French even just a bit of it. dan waktu itu gue pergi menjelang Christmas jadi dinginnya ajegile dan sekarang gue mau pergi waktu summer.
It would take 2 days in France and 10 hours journey with bus to Amsterdam. gue inget banget waktu di Amsterdam nyokap gue hampir mati ditiban makhluk halus di Wisma Indonesia. Eew serem abis. but what I can't wait is a visit to Louvre Museum. waktu ke Paris sebelumnya, gue ga sempet ke sana gara-gara kita sempet lupa parkir mobil di mana waktu di Disneyland, and it took sooooo many times cuma buat nyari mobil doang di pelataran parkir yang segitu gedenya. ugh parah abis.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
nostalgic moment brought by a drama
when I was in junior high, I had some besties. one of them named nesha. she's a cheerful, powerful yet so positive girl. what we have in common was less. I mean, I liked Coldplay and she likes Mandy Moore. I watched Spiderman she went to see some Hilary Duff's.
Tapi ada satu hal yang bikin gue selalu kangen sama dia, One Tree Hill.
Bahkan sampe sekarang pun walaupun gue sibuk atau apa setiap kali gue inget One Tree Hill gue selalu inget dia. dan walaupun udah ada Heroes atau Gossip Girl, buat gue One Tree Hill tetep yang paling kerenlah. it's a bit meaningful. I don't know Grey's Anatomy or something, I barely watch the TV anyway.
dulu gue dan nesha deket banget dan kita sering sok-sok jadi Peyton Sawyer dan Brooke Davis. I was Brooke Davis, karena rambut gue lurus dan panjangnya medium. nesha jadi peyton because she has a fabulous curly hair. and it's not only about slutty high school girls with fabulous life and Prada shoes with Gucci handbags, it has some special quotes in it.
HOES OVER BROS, sis!
Tapi ada satu hal yang bikin gue selalu kangen sama dia, One Tree Hill.
Bahkan sampe sekarang pun walaupun gue sibuk atau apa setiap kali gue inget One Tree Hill gue selalu inget dia. dan walaupun udah ada Heroes atau Gossip Girl, buat gue One Tree Hill tetep yang paling kerenlah. it's a bit meaningful. I don't know Grey's Anatomy or something, I barely watch the TV anyway.
dulu gue dan nesha deket banget dan kita sering sok-sok jadi Peyton Sawyer dan Brooke Davis. I was Brooke Davis, karena rambut gue lurus dan panjangnya medium. nesha jadi peyton because she has a fabulous curly hair. and it's not only about slutty high school girls with fabulous life and Prada shoes with Gucci handbags, it has some special quotes in it.
HOES OVER BROS, sis!
Monday, June 2, 2008
dream as a sign
I never believe whatever people say about a dream. Ada yang bilang mimpi itu kebalikan kenyataan, pertanda, atau apa. Tapi menurut gue, dreams are... dreams. and that's what they are, whether they are scary or fun, that's what they deserve to be. bahkan gue pernah mikir, mungkin mimpi itu cuman kayak elo nonton film di bioskop, tapi lo ngga bisa milih jalan ceritanya mau kayak gimana.
but two days ago aka the day I started this blog, a dream left a deep footprint for me.
gue tidur siang, lumayan lama sih mungkin 2 jam. dan gue mimpi. itu adalah pertama kalinya dalam hidup gue, mimpi gue case closed. maksudnya, sering kan kita mimpi menang undian tapi begitu mau dibuka hadiahnya, eh kita malah kebangun. tapi ini nggak. bener-bener selesai. dan gue kebangun ya karena mimpi gue udah selesai. jadi bener-bener kayak abis nonton film di bioskop aja.
di mimpi itu, gue lagi pergi ke sebuah mall yang gede banget, rame, levelnya kayak mal Ambassador gitulah, sama bokap gue dan kakak gue duaduanya. terus gue lupa gimana kejadiannya, dompet bokap gue kecopetan. many things happen after that, yang gue inget cuman, gue sama kakak gue yang nomer dua lari-lari kayak orang gila nyari pencopetnya ke seantero mall itu dan akhirnya ketemu bokap gue, dan kita bareng-bareng nangkep pencopetnya sampe gue gebukin. gue marahbanget. udah, selesai.
actually I wanted to write about it here right after I had that dream, tapi ga jadi. because that dream, somehow, reminds me how much I love my father and that I never said that to him, I never show him how bad it is for me to see him sad and tired or everything.
Dan waktu hari Minggu nya keluarga gue balik dari Bandung, ternyata bener aja gitu. Bokap gue kecopetan waktu jalan-jalan minggu pagi di Sabuga (where is that?) . Not to mention he lost his money, driving license, ID Card, credit card and all. He's so sad, even today he doesn't look healthy.
Maybe now I'll change my mind about dreams a little bit. We'll just see.
but two days ago aka the day I started this blog, a dream left a deep footprint for me.
gue tidur siang, lumayan lama sih mungkin 2 jam. dan gue mimpi. itu adalah pertama kalinya dalam hidup gue, mimpi gue case closed. maksudnya, sering kan kita mimpi menang undian tapi begitu mau dibuka hadiahnya, eh kita malah kebangun. tapi ini nggak. bener-bener selesai. dan gue kebangun ya karena mimpi gue udah selesai. jadi bener-bener kayak abis nonton film di bioskop aja.
di mimpi itu, gue lagi pergi ke sebuah mall yang gede banget, rame, levelnya kayak mal Ambassador gitulah, sama bokap gue dan kakak gue duaduanya. terus gue lupa gimana kejadiannya, dompet bokap gue kecopetan. many things happen after that, yang gue inget cuman, gue sama kakak gue yang nomer dua lari-lari kayak orang gila nyari pencopetnya ke seantero mall itu dan akhirnya ketemu bokap gue, dan kita bareng-bareng nangkep pencopetnya sampe gue gebukin. gue marahbanget. udah, selesai.
actually I wanted to write about it here right after I had that dream, tapi ga jadi. because that dream, somehow, reminds me how much I love my father and that I never said that to him, I never show him how bad it is for me to see him sad and tired or everything.
Dan waktu hari Minggu nya keluarga gue balik dari Bandung, ternyata bener aja gitu. Bokap gue kecopetan waktu jalan-jalan minggu pagi di Sabuga (where is that?) . Not to mention he lost his money, driving license, ID Card, credit card and all. He's so sad, even today he doesn't look healthy.
Maybe now I'll change my mind about dreams a little bit. We'll just see.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Alien
aaaaaaaaaah gara gara sumatif gue mesti stay at home. kewl. keluarga gue semuanya ke bandung, entah pada ngapain. well emang gue yang bilang ngga mau ikut. nggak tau juga sih gue bakal belajar atau ngga. well, who knows?
maybe I woke up too early, or maybe I'm not sort of a morning person, I have no idea what I'll be doing. since this is my first post, so it's pretty clear that I made it because I get so bored of the silence in my house.
my maid is some kind of autistic or maybe a mute. she barely talk!
gue adalah tipe orang yang cerewet. Jadi kalo ada orang yang sependiem itu gue justru bingung, soalnya, hello, how can you live without talking? dan setiap kali gue ketemu dia pasti cuma bisa senyum ga ngomong apa apa. Good news: saking diemnya dia, it's fine kalo gue ngga minum obat, atau kalo gue ga makan karena masakannya eew so far from delicious.
anyway, before this I already have a blog in my Myspace account. But I already open it again. and far before that I also have a friendster blog but I thought it was weird so I just delete it and maybe I won't make one in friendster again. besides, I don't find friendster is fun anymore, so sorry. I use it just to keep in contact with friends and crushes and people I'd like to know, because not everybody has a myspace, facebook, goodtree, perfspot or hi5. But almost surely they have a friendster. it's like a must for people around my age.
uh uh I found this post is so boring. so sorry!
maybe I woke up too early, or maybe I'm not sort of a morning person, I have no idea what I'll be doing. since this is my first post, so it's pretty clear that I made it because I get so bored of the silence in my house.
my maid is some kind of autistic or maybe a mute. she barely talk!
gue adalah tipe orang yang cerewet. Jadi kalo ada orang yang sependiem itu gue justru bingung, soalnya, hello, how can you live without talking? dan setiap kali gue ketemu dia pasti cuma bisa senyum ga ngomong apa apa. Good news: saking diemnya dia, it's fine kalo gue ngga minum obat, atau kalo gue ga makan karena masakannya eew so far from delicious.
anyway, before this I already have a blog in my Myspace account. But I already open it again. and far before that I also have a friendster blog but I thought it was weird so I just delete it and maybe I won't make one in friendster again. besides, I don't find friendster is fun anymore, so sorry. I use it just to keep in contact with friends and crushes and people I'd like to know, because not everybody has a myspace, facebook, goodtree, perfspot or hi5. But almost surely they have a friendster. it's like a must for people around my age.
uh uh I found this post is so boring. so sorry!
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