What so good about having a birthday, beib? The wishes, of course.Reveal them all, beib. In your heart. Or shouted loud!
People probably will pray these things for you
Happiness
Succes
Health
Soulmate
Saving
Marriage (don’t think they are wrong)
Good job
Good salary
And everything good.
I wish for you this thing beib.
Sail away.

Dan don’t forget to count me in.

Menemukan sepotong kata-kata di halaman curhat gw. Yang pasti bukan tulisan gw. Entah tulisan siapa yang spontan gw copy paste dari internet. Tapi bener-bener setuju sama kata-kata ini. Inspiring.

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Tadi pagi nonton Oprah dimana bintang tamunya Dr. Oz dan mereka membahas tentang Alzheimer (mudah2an ejaannya bener). Penyakit ini ternyata terjadi akibat melemahnya sel-sel otak. Kadang malah sampai mati. Penelitian membuktikan, ada zat-zat di makanan pedas yang bisa membuat sel-sel otak kita tetap muda dan sehat. Beberapa ada di makanan India (iya, Lioni, di India). Gw rasa banyak juga di makanan orang Indonesia yang terkenal spicy itu (iya dagiyang ditusuak). Tapi Dr. Oz tetap menekankan, bahwa cara terbaik adalah dengan terus melatih otak kita. Dan latihan yang paling cocok adalah dengan terus bekerja dengan sepenuh hati.

Ah betapa beruntungnya ya orang-orang yang mencintai pekerjaannya.

Entah bagaimana caranya, malam itu saya, Niken dan Riswan terdampar di CCF Bandung. Tentu saja bukan untuk belajar bahasa Perancis. Malam itu kita nonton acara musik. Musik apa? Saya pun baru tau ketika kita bertiga telah berada di dalam auditorium, duduk di barisan paling depan.

Saya kurang mengerti tentang pengkotak-kotakkan musik, tapi perasaan sih musik yang mereka mainkan berjenis kontemporer. Kombinasi old and new, barat dan timur. Ada lagu ska, atau yang mereka sebut campuran punk dan reggae, dengan suara ringan gamelan. Suara gamelannya mirip gamelan Bali, tapi ini mungkin akibat saya yang hanya pernah mendegar gamelan Bali. Lalu ada penyanyi wanita dengan suara membahana menyumbangkan lagu yang membuat saya bermesin waktu ke jaman Candra Kirana, ditemani penari dari Lembang.
Lagu itu lho... “Engkau Dadang... Bagaikan sinar menerangi jalanku... Kau tunjukkan arah mana yang kini harus ku tempuh. Hingga ku tak sesat lagi seperti dulu... Dirimu Kadir... ketika aku jatuh, bangun dan jatuh...”

Panggungnya cukup penuh. Bagian ketukan diwakili oleh drum, perkusi dan kendang. Ada yang memainkan bass dan ada 3 orang sebagai brass section. Berganti-ganti memainkan saxophone, terompet maupun toleot alias trompet Sunda yang namanya saya tidak tahu pasti. Irama diisi oleh gamelan dan kadang ada melodi gitar dan biola. Kadang ada penyanyi yang menyumbangkan satu dua lagu atau penari baik yang tradisional maupun internasional seperti penari dari Africa yang menandak-nandak bagaikan burung unta.
Dengan pemusik sekelurahan begitu, bisa ditebak musik yg mengalun begitu penuh dan rancak.

Mereka memainkan musik sambil tersenyum-senyum, kadang merem melek saking khusyunya. Kadang tertawa-tawa dan saling berkomunikasi lewat tatapan mata. Apapun yang mereka lakukan, baik itu memetik dawai gitar maupun mendentingkan simbal, sukacita terlihat jelas disana. Begitu meriah dan membuat saya merasa pekerjaan memukul-mukul gamelan adalah profesi paling nikmat sedunia.

Kemudian lagu Karatagan Pahlawan dimainkan. Sebelumnya salah satu pemain gamelan menyampaikan sepatah dua patah kata, bahwa walaupun mereka bukan pahlawan, tapi mereka minta doa restu para hadirin karena akan berlaga di festival internasional di Kuala Lumpur dan Tokyo. Lalu mereka memainkan lagu mars itu secara instrumental, tentu saja dengan komposisi yang unik dan kembali begitu festive.

Ah, lihatlah mereka, begitu dekat dengan budaya negeri, dan memainkannya sepenuh hati. Lalu mereka akan melanglang buana membela Merah Putih. Menghadirkan kebahagiaan lewat nada-nada ceria dan membuat bergoyang. Seperti membagi-bagikan pil bahagia.

Tiba-tiba saja saya ingin jadi tukang kendang.

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This is one of ooooollllddd post. Maybe, 2003? Yeah, I was writing it to post it on my blog but had no chance to upload it. Today I found it in my computer, and there... once again, I let you all be the judge to notice the changed of my writings. And warning, this will one hell of a long post. Grab your cup of coffee or just skip this instead.

 

Ah, memories. Sometimes you are too good to be true.

 

 

Tadi siang gw pergi ke kota (ciyeh, kota) naik angkot. Gw naik becak dulu sampe metro. Sampe di depan kompleks udah ada angkot Gede Bage setia menunggu. Gue naik dan duduk, trus langsung ngeluarin buku kumpulan cerpen Roald Dahl yang emang lagi gue baca minggu ini. Entah kenapa, gue ga memilih duduk di pojok belakang. Padahal kan biasanya hobi gue banged tuh, duduk di pojok, baca buku bentar trus tiduuuurrrr… sampe kayaknya orang se Bandung bisa liyat gue mondok di angkot.

            Angkot Gede Bage itu masih ngetem dan kemudian naiklha 3 cowok. Masih muda… ya so-so lha. Gue ga gitu merhatiin karena.. kan gue ceritanya lagi konsentrasi sama buku gue. Tapi begitu angkotnya jalan, gue ga bisa baca lagi, jadi gue culang-cileung aja ke sekeliling. Sekaligus nguping ketiga cowok yang ngobrol seru tadi. Di sebelah gue duduk cowok kecil  berkaos merah. Di depannya duduk cowok jangkung berkaos item plus anting di telinga kirinya, dan di sebelahnya, alias di depan gue, ada cowok berkaos putih.

            Dari kupingan gue… hehehe… maaf ya kalo ada yang merasa terganggu dengan kebiasaan gue ini.. ternyata si cowok kaos merah paling cerewet. Terbukti dia cerita mulu dari tadi. Angkot baru sampe belokan Kliningan ketika dia cerita tentang sofa di BTC.

            “Eh kemaren kan gue ke BTC, gue liyat sofa keren banged!!! Warnanya item putih salur-salur… gile, cowok banged” sambil mengepalkan tangannya, berasa gagah kali ya… “terus bisa dijadiin tempat tidur. Tinggal ditarik gitu. Bagusnya lagi ada fondamennya dari besi.”

            “Fondasi kali…” si kaos item meralat.

            “Oh iya Fondasi. Kok gue ngomong Fondamen?Ya pokoknya sofanya keren banged, ada besinya jadi kasurnya ga langsung nempel ke lantai. Udah gitu item putih lagi. Cowok banged.”

            “Berarti ga cocok ya buat elu…” timpal si kaos putih, “kurang ladies.”

            Dalam hati gue udah ketawa-ketawa aja. Tapi tampang gue masih cool aja. Malu dong kalo ketauan nguping.

            Nah pas angkot mulei belok di jalan Karawitan, tiba-tiba si kaos merah noticed di bingkai jendela belakang angkot ada dua kecoak kecil.

            “Iiiihh… gila.. anak kecoak… anak kecoak… ih ini kan kalo gede jadi kecoak..”

            Gue langsung meliriknya pingin ketawa, ya iyalha, anak kecoak kalo gede jadi kecoak, ga mungkin jadi gajah. Tapi melihat gelagat cowok itu yang histeris karena anak kecoak, gue cuman terbengong-bengong.

            “Punten nya… saya pindah dulu… punten nya teh…” si kaos merah itu pun lalu pindah duduk di sebelah kaos putih sambil masih miris ngeliyatin kecoak.

Jadi sekarang gue yang mendapatkan tempat di pojok. Berhubung gue emang ga takut dan jijik sama kecoak (ga kayak kalo gue ditinggal di tempat gelap) jadi gue berlagak abang hero gitu dengan menyentil kecoak-kecoak mungil itu pake kertas batas buku yang ada di buku Roald Dahl gue. Kecoak itu pada berjatuhan di lantai angkot. Dan si kaos merah itu masih jerit-jerit aja.

“Iiihh… ih teteh ga takut teh? Ih wanian…”(= Iiiih… Ih mbak ga takut mbak? Ih pemberani…”

“Enggak…” gile.. gagah banget ya gue. Hahahaha..

Kecoak-kecoak kecil itu lalu diinjek sama cowok kaos item yang duduk di depan gue. Dipikir-pikir kesian juga nasib mereka ya. Padahal kan mereka cuman makhluk kecil yang mencoba bertahan hidup.

Abis kejadian itu gue cool lagi. Ga baca buku karena si angkot nih, jalannya lumayan kenceng dan jarang berenti-berenti. Dan tambahan… kayaknya nguping pembicaraan cowok-cowok itu lebih seru. Akhakhakhak…

Merekan ngomongin banyak hal. Kebanyakan tentang kecoak. Dan seperti biasa si cowok kaos merah yang paling vokal. Dia langsung cerita-cerita pengalamannya soal kecoak.

“Urang mah, paling sieun ka kecoak. Jeung fucking mouse… ih gilaa… Urang mah nya, tibatan kecoak, mendingan Naga.” (= “Saya, paling takut sama kecoak. Sama fucking tikus… Ih gilaa… Saya sih, daripada kecoak, lebih memilih naga”) Celotehnya seru, “tapi mun aya Naga nya… urang mah bebeja we, Naga, urang pan heureuy.” (“Tapi kalo ada Naga-nya, saya bilang aja, Naga, saya kan becanda.”)

Hihihihi… kocak ya dia. Lagi seru-seru ngomongin gitu, tiba-tiba di lantai muncul satu anak kecoak lagi. Kontan si cowok kaos merah berdiri-berdiri. Eh si kaos putih lagi, latah ikut-ikutan berdiri sambil teriak-teriak “hiiii…. Hiiii…” jadi kan gue ketawa-ketawa sambil bekerja sama dengan si kaos item membunuh anak kecoak yang bandel itu. Begitu dia mati (si kecoak maksudnya) gue langsung cool dengan membuka-buka lagi buku Roald Dahl gue.

Ga berapa lama angkot berenti di jalan Malabar dan naiklha serombongan anak SMP. Kecil-kecil. Ada kali 6 biji. Pada saat itu tinggal gue yang setia di pojok belakang, sedangkan ketiga cowok itu udah bergeser ke arah supir. Begitu pasukan putih biru naik ke angkot, si kaos merah langsung nyumpah-nyumpahin, “selamat berjuang melawan kecoak ya!” Hahahahaha… Untung sampai pada akhirnya gue turun di jalan Sumbawa, deket taman PLN, kecoak-kecoak itu ga bikin-bikin ulah lagi. Tadinya gue mau sok-sok ramah say goodbye sama cowok-cowok itu “Baik-baik ya sama kecoaknya…” tapi ah sudahlah… Gue lebih bersemangat datang ke Blue Café (BC) dan ketemu Nia.

Abis itu gue sama Nia pergi ke Panorama, cetak foto-foto liburan kita di Batam. Keren-keren juga lho… Ya, walopun guenya tembem dan Nia-nya ribut aja soal kegendutan dia di foto. Tapi basically kita seneng karena punya foto-foto pesiar lagi. Abis itu Nia nemenin gue lari sore di Sabuga. Tadinya sih gue janjian sama Lioni dan rombongan Jurnal Fikomnya. Tapi mereka ga muncul, dan untung gue tetap semangad lari sore.

Selesey lari gue nemenin Nia nungguin angkot terus gue ke HMGF. Janjian sama Yuda yang mau ngasihin peta Flores. Tapi ternyata Yudanya lagi sibuk ngasistenin Inderaja. Ya udah gue nungguin aja di Himpunan sambil ngobrol-ngobrol dan nyanyi-nyanyi. Udah gitu datang Away dengan cerita-cerita jorangnya seperti biasa. Terus kita nyayi-nyanyi lagi. Solo gue sore itu,”… Kata-katanya selangit… tersenyum penuh misteri… Matanya membikin ngeri… Semua gadis-gadis remaja…” Huh… metal bowww!!!

Setelah dapet petanya, gue pulang. Eh sebelumnya sempet nyalain YM gue bentar tapi ternyata ga ada satupun yang ol. Ya udah. Pulang aja deh. Sebelum pulang mampir dulu ke anak-anak yang lagi pada nongkrong-nongkrong deket Himpunan. Ada Away, Hadi, Hilboy, Erik, Yasser. Away cerita-cerita jorang lagi. Hihihii… Dia nitip kondom kalo gue pergi ke Singapore lagi. “Jangan Way, kondom Singapur bisi logor!” hahahahhaa…

Dan entah kenapa, malam itu gue lagi males sendirian. Jadi aja, sampe ke angkotnya gue dianterin oleh tiga cowok, Away, Hadi dan Hilboy. Wow… senang juga dikawal cowok-cowok.. Hihihi…

Gue naik angkot Kalapa Dago. Sepanjang jalan gue ngelamun aja, karena walopun beberapa kali kecegat macet, gue ga bisa baca buku Roald Dahl. Gelap sih. Udah malem. Udah jam 8. Begitu angkot nyampe di kawasan BIP, banyak yang turun dan banyak yang naik. Setengah ga sadar, gue merhatiin.

Oh mY God!!! Yang naik adalah cowok-cowok kaos merah, kaos putih, dan kaos item beserta 2 cewek temen mereka. Gue langsung senyum-senyum kegelian sendiri. Begitu si kaos merah ngeliyat gue yang senyum-senyum ke dia, kontan dia senyum juga, “Teh… yang tadi ya…” Gue manggut-manggut semangat. “Yang berjuang melawan kecoak yaaa…”

Hahahaha..

Lucu banged ya… Sampai pada saat gue nulis ini gue masih terus kepikiran… Kok bisa ya?! Dan belum selesai keheranan gue, si kaos merah itu udah cerita lagi ke temen ceweknya, “Tadi kan kita bertiga dan teteh ini berjuang melawan kecoak. Yang lain mah pada ribut, yang paling berani saya sendiri, diem aja sambil ngerokok. Paling dewasa.”

Hari ini ruangan saya ribut sekali. Penuh dengan suara-suara. Bunyi printer yang berdecak-decak. Denting-denting saat makan siang. Suara rapat dari ruangan sebelah. Nyanyian vokalis Mew bergantian dengan Brian Eno bersenandung Snow Brigade atau Mr. Brightside. Dan hati saya yang teriak marah-marah.

..and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own
what's so wrong with reading my stars
when I'll be in the lavatory
and what is so wrong with counting the cars when I'm all alone..

You’re Not the Only One I Know – the Sundays

Ahhh... I am sooooo loving Harriet's voice.

Have been waking up at 3 am for the last two days. Have I had my heart broken again? Don’t think so, as I am quite sure I'm in the state of loving someone with all my heart. Tsaaaahhh…
Anyway, the TV was on. It is not I am not aware of this environmental or energy wasted or whatsoever. It’s just if I feel like it, I will go to sleep easily. So, I can sleep with the radio on, the TV on, the air conditioner on and the lights on. I know, it’s a bad habit. Try to change it.

Anyhow, the TV was on. And instead of continuing to sleep, my eyes were wide awake and I watched TV to amuse my self. And they do air good stuffs on 3 am. Two days a go I watched a documentary movie about mathematician and how they can help us, not only with their mathematic formula scratched with a pencil on a paper, but by implementing math in business life such as warehouse logistic flow, shipping, and so on.

Last night I watched a documentary film about an ecosystem in seashore. There were turtles, birds, crocodile, and other thing. Survival, it’s the key. And there was a girl who did the research on this, sometimes she appeared with her baby blue bikini and I found her sexy. Not because the bikini of course, it is more into the science inside her head and how cool her activities are.

And in the morning I’ve been wondering. It is most likely when I turn the TV on at night, around 9 or 10, the TV often airs craps. The choices are sinetron (although the ABG one in SCTV is my guilty pleasure, but unfortunately they are not as famous as the time when AADC became hits), silly talent show how to become an instant superstar, political talk show or common Hollywood movies. After flipping channels, I usually feel like throwing the remote control to hit my TV screen. And imagining the shows will affect the children and their future, I get shivering.

Ah, never mind. Maybe this is a gentle reminder for me not to watch TV during prime time. I should get cables to get more documentary (magically, they can keep me stay awake). Or maybe Wii.
My birthday is coming up.

Haha.

Yesterday, as I sit nicely on the backseat of the car and stared at the window after one day away to flood are, this thing came up into my mind.

 

The smiles on their faces.
These things, they have been made me holding on for so long.

 

Semangat ya, Dita.

above is the picture of kids on the evacuation camp of Karawang flood.
Damn, I should go to the field more often to get my self recharged.

And what am I doing now? While the rest are fast asleep. And what am I trying to proof here? What do I want to do with my life? Is there such an answer?
All I want to do is, having someone who is at the end of the day will hug me and kiss my lips, embrace me with his arms.

Or maybe get that damn database get done by half an hour.
Why is it very hard to explain to them that translating reports into database and then into maps, it needs both time and tricks. Translating qualitative into quantitative is not only copy paste words into columns.

I want to give you solutions and big smile, but I think tonight I can not handle this anymore. If you ever notice, this is the first time I complain about the job I’ve been working on.

I need more coffee.

or simply your hugs.

Jangan takut akan Presiden
Dia hanya aktif 5 tahun
Jangan takut akan Kuntilanak
Dia itu Farida Pasha

Tapi takutlah jika kau dibenci
dimusuhi
teman-temanu

sendiri


Great nite ;)
Ini juga buat kamu beib.

Cepatlah sembuh, beib...
Istirahatlah yang cukup, kumpulkanlah tenaga kembali.
Tidurlah yang nyenyak dan bermimpilah yang banyak.
Tak usah ditambah meracau dan ah uh ah uh tak perlu. Simpanlah ah uh mu untuk acara lain yang lebih penting.
Makan yang banyak, kalau kau tak suka nasi lembek tanpa rasa itu, bayangkanlah palu basa yang membuat kita makan 5 kali sehari saat liburan dulu. Atau ikan sardin, makanan sederhana kesukaanmu.
Tapi jangan lama-lama terbaring lemah tak berdaya.
Sesungguhnya dirimu tak perlu semua selang itu. Kecuali selang iPod yang memang penting agar langkahmu senantiasa berirama.
Walaupun kamu bertemu suster-suster inspiratif yang mendapatkan beasiswa untuk kuliah di luar negeri, tapi tak usahlah berbetah-betah di kasur berseprai putih itu.
Kembalilah menari dan mengisi hidup ini dengan hal-hal berguna.
Menjadilah matahari dan menjalahi hari-hari dengan hasrat.

Semoga lekas kau baca tulisanku yang meracau ini. Oh tertular rupanya.
Ku harap ini bukanlah akibat kegiatan kita tebak-tebakan gambar t****t yg sungguh adult punya.

I love you for always be there at Sunday morning at 8 o’clock sharp.
You never miss one day, for more than 15 years.

I love you for always show your witty face and make a contagious happines for the people around you.
Especially me.

I love you for being unperfect.
Even a clever robot like you needs help sometimes.

I love you for making me keep on dreaming.
You are the creature from ‘someday’ and I know a lot is happening in ‘someday’.

I love you for teaching me to keep on trying.
Even sophisticated tools sent from the future don’t always make sure everything will run smoothly.

And I love you for letting me seeing you in your hometown.
See, you are the one who always convince me, "Dream on and make it happen."

I love you. For letting me loving you this big.

I have told you about my home town, right in the side of blue turqoise sea, no?

Well, on my nearly finished days I was away, I had the chance to visit it for the first time. And did I see you crunching your forehead? Honey, I have never been there, but I know, the place will be a part of my heart.

After 8 hours of bus ride, a stop in the middle of nowhere at dawn, and then next 5 hours car ride, finally me and my beib, reached the place. The road was a little bit hilly, and the air was surely salty.

And our decision to stay in this place was obviously accurate.
“Have we arrived in Sabang yet?”
No dahling, we are in Bira. But it feels like it is.

And I saw the port. Oh boy, I always love the port. It is the gate to sail away, or else, a place to stay after a rough journey. And Bira has the finest one. Not the modern and sophisticated, butit has  shallow turqoise water and traditional ships that made you time travel into another dimension. Yes, I’m exagerrating here, but I just don’t know how to describe the way I love it.

We skipped a port for a while, and headed to the beach.

Despite of the sound of our “ooohhh aahhh ooohh.. beautiful..” I know we echoed this sentence within our heart “We are home, yes we are”. Nothing to argue about. Gradually bluish water, creamy white sand, rocks and corals and typical small beach village. A continuous friendly hello from the natives made me blend as a part of the community right away.

We had fun with the beach for sure. Swimming, taking pictures, sunbathing, trekking or just a plain gazing and daydreaming. Being adventurous, we went to the ship workshop. And I am not exageratting, but I feel like want to jump in the bussiness. Because I see this magnificent wooden ships. Ordered by expats from German and done hand made by Indonesian. They only need less than one year to finish them. Just add finishing furnish and they are ready to sail away. Isnt’ that amazing?

As we walked back to our little lodge by the main road that lead to Bira beach, I heard somebody is singing soflt “Nenek Moyangku seorang pelaut…”

Now, that is something to be proud of.

Or, is it just an imaginary voice inside my head?

Okay, I have to simplify things because resolution is like a wishlist, and I’d like to keep it longer. Pardon little dreamer, you should be more realistic on this part.

1.       Hang On. Yup, it’s the official theme for the beginning of the year. No moving on in major departments as love, job, home or whatsoever. It’s time to follow the path (as I am convince my self again and again, this is the right path) and be prepared to take another leap ;)

2.       Learn something new. And for 2008, I decided to learn… foreign language. Chinesse is out of the list because Meteor Garden soooooo 5 years ago. So, guys, let’s see I might post something in a strange words and vocabs next year.

3.       Education. Of course, I gotta find a way for scholarship. Although… Okay, I confess, I seems to be a little out of energy about this obssession. That is, extra effort is needed here. So, friend, I do need all of your support!

4.       Career. Restart my supermodel career that has been pending for being humanitarian worker.

5.       Love. Keep the flame still burning. Another challenge as a resolution of number 1.

6.       Destination. Travelling and more travelling, especiallny in Indonesia. There is a still loooooong coastline that I want to see. Well, maybe I can add Asia and any other part of the world, if there will be chances ;) meanwhile I’ve been learning to love the city I am in right now *big smile* I think I found the clue.

7.       Budget. A house. Did I say a house? Yup, I am really looking forward in investing money on this thing. And let’s see, on my 2010 resolution, what I will do with this.

8.       Environment. Start to do environment friendly habits such as bike to work (yeah right), reduce plastic bag, plant trees, coastal clean up and so on. Okay, I am exagerating here, but you get the point, right? Ah you know the climate change and global warming is so much happening. I mean, it has been a long term process, but this year they are really famous. Haha.

After this, I’m tagging you guys, before you tagged by anybody else.
Asri, Bayik, Galih, Melly, Martin Hardiono, May, Roy Pohan, and of course Henny (even if you had tagged by someone).
Don't bother to write if you don't feel like one.

They say age is just a number, and the memories proof you are old. And I’m still recalling things you said to me. Or, maybe not said directly, you used your mouth mostly for other activities.

In the dim of dawn light, I found my self as a version of teenage high school girl. Or maybe a freshman from college who wake up next to you. Innocence, yet so brave to do mature things. And you are a stranger who wakes up next to me. Tall and strong, yet so fragile when we were this close. We’ve been here for few days, with not much particular things to do. But there’s nothing more I wanted to do with you anyway.

Days like this should be put in our past. When we didn’t know each other, and busy with our sticky life. When we were young and hot and live the life with full curiosity. We were not afraid to do things we want to do. We crossed the boundaries and do everything on experimental basis. I believe you were slightly skinnier and my eyes have a lot more twinkles. We probably have the same skin tone, back and now. But, damn how we are proud of our appearances now.

When you slowly stroke my hair, and I unconsciously pretended nothing happened, I knew it. This was unregretful spontaneous things I want to have back then. And when we were facing each other, I knew it. This was the missing emotion I should have back then. The young adult woman’s feeling written literally in teenlits genre novels. So eager to explore and and not afraid to try anything. To fall gracefully in love and not ashamed to cry over a heartache.  

Yesterday, I bought the big book of 'Atlas Bergambar'. I've read it together, accompanied by delicious Thai Iced Thea. We scream, and laughed, and popped silly questions while we were reading it. Oh, what a moment. I love all the animals expression and I love how the illustrator define the world by cute maps. Been staring at the book for two hours, and finished our Thai Iced Tea, I feel a little dizzy. I closed the book and put it in my backpack. Whew, it seems I have travelled around the world! I look at the people around us. They were the same people who attend this kind of shopping mall everyday. Dresses in the similar outfit and have a static habit. Welcome to the real world honey. I look at the person beside me, and hold his warm hand. He smiled. Ah, it was very nice having this kind of partner for travelling around the world in our imagination. Nevertheless, it is very lovely to have him as a partner in the real world.

We're gonna conquer the world. I know we will. 

Pulau Peucang, 20 October 2007

Dear Babe,
            Been missing you very much. I’m here, in such a paradise, with 8 boys, and they are nothing compare to you. Uhm, most of them are my old friends, and connecting with them was like opening an old diary. Names, places and memories sometimes pop up in my head.
            If I’m not mistaken, we’ve been missing each other recently. I know there will be another session of running away from reality, only time will define. But, surely, I will do that again with you, babe. We are definitely a great team when it comes to the beach. We stuff our backpack with goggles, bikinis, mosquitos repellent, mineral water, MP3 player + portable speaker, bigframe sunglasses, teabags and of course thousand stories of our rollercoaster life.
            You are one of a rare kind that can enjoy the beach exactly the way I do. Some pepole can never enjoy the beach, they say beach is too hot and sticky and nothing challenging about it. Some people can enjoy it too much by diving into it and nevermind the sunset. While the rest afraid of the sun and prefer to go to the mall instead.
            I don’t know what is it with me and you and beach, babe. I love blue and beige colour. So the sky, the water, and the sand are perfect combination. I also enjoy the freedom of minimalize outfit to wear. A plain t-shirt, short and flip flops, that’s all you have to wear to enjoy the place. Ouw, and you know now I have started a set of bikinis collection.
            My friend, Blinky, once said, that the best way to enjoy the beach is to sit in a distance, not too far so you still can enjoy the breeze and the scenery, accompanied by a bottle of cold beer. For me, the best part of summer hodliday is when we have cups of tea or coffee, after all afternoon of swimming and getting our skin tanned. Our heart are still warm because of the sunset. Seems like the sun gives its shine for us before it take a rest for a while. The quiet of the evening and the sounds of our laughters. The way we manage to reach the shoreline and proof that our dark skin is still exotically attempting. Surely, I will repat it once more. Ah, this kind of missing you is too painful, babe.
            Please remind me one day, if we are old and too busy with our family life, that this kind of escapade is willing to be taken again. We couldn’t run forever babe, but at least knowing that you are exist in the world, make me realize that I’m not the only person who’s in love with the sea and worship it like crazy. Together we are strong babe. Jalesveva jayamahe. Haha.
            Still the question popped up in my head, what is it with you and me and the beach, Babe?

Love, as always,

Dita

Hahaha... Iseng2 mencoba dan menemukan ternyata memang ada kesamaan antara diriku dengan Angelina Jolie. Apakah kalian merasa ingin manyun saat melihat fotoku?

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

Well, Mindang tagged me with this. I was a little slow thinker, but finally after 5 days, I finally come up with these results. Honestly, it is not easy to do this homework, because people read me like an open book. Some of the facts are already known. But, anyway, enjoy the tagged alias nyusah-nyusahin orang yg males ngeblog. Haha.

1.       I was born in Bandung, and been living in the city until I graduated from college. 26 years. Well, it’s a comfy city after all, didn’t mind to spend years trapped in it and it felt so hard to leave it on.

2.       On 5 Dec 2005, I decided to take a break from Bandung. The tsunami disaster on 2004 was a big call from me and I can not escape again. Landed in Banda Aceh at 10 am, and try to live on my own here.

3.       I fell in love with Aceh! It might sounds crazy, but really, I love my life there. Maybe, it’s not the place that I love, but basically I like the people I met there, the job I’ve done, and the beach is extremely beautiful. Now, how can you leave such a beautiful place like that?

4.       I am soooooo lazy. I can wake up very late at midday, I can skip a meal just to avoid washing the dishes, and I can wear the same t-shirt just because I am too lazy to do the laundry.

5.       You can call me exhibitionist, not because once I conducted an origami exhibition, but simply because I love to show some skins, wearing ultra short shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. Uhm, I love bikinis too, but still considering only wears them at the beach or fashion show. Waeee…

6.       Deep inside, I believe that I was a supermodel in my previous live.

7.       Not to worry about having white skin (this might be related to the facts no 5), I love to go out, smile at the sunshine and have fun in the sun. Thus why I may not be suitable to live in a four season county. Oh yeah, Hawaii and Brazil, here I come!

8.   As a kid, I was a persistent and consistent one for having architect as a dream job and never ever change mind. But as a teenager, I was a little easy on this and wanted to be a graphic designer. Now, I ended up being a humanitarian worker, and gratefully to say I love this job.

Tag Rules:

1. Each blogger must post these rules
2. Each blogger start with random facts or habits about themselves
3. Blogger that are tagged need to write on their own blog about eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged to read your blog.

And I'm tagging you:
1. Tommo Bung
2. May
3. Atri
4. Bry
5. Riswan
6. Adhe
7. Roy Pohan
8. Temennya abis udah di tag semua sama orang lain. Hwaaa.. sungguh pathetic hidupkuw.

Mendapat bisikan-bisikan aneh dari OST Devil Wears Prada. Hehe.. Sebenarnya, ga segitunya sih. Cuman sedang jatuh cinta pada lagu2nya. Terutama lagu ini:

City of Blinding Lights - by U2

...And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground….

I’ve seen you walk unafraid
I’ve seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
...

Somehow, I can relate to it. All those shopping spree, designer outfits (never afford to buy them anyway), fancy shoes and sophisticated handbags, they are only branded stuff that can not give you shine for granted. He said I am as beautiful as I can be when sunset reflects into my eyes. Oh yeah, so, where can I buy a pocketful of sunset?  I will  stuff it into my backpack and wear it whenever handsome stud is around. But once the sentence is out: Oh you look so beautiful tonight, in the city of blinding lights. I will bravely walk on the pedestrian and sing this loud. What happened to the beauty I had inside of me? Or is this just a temporary feeling I have at the moment? Ah, whatsoever. Let's sing it, Bono!

I can’t sleep well last night. What do you call it? Insomniac? Well, maybe I am in that state of it right now. This isn’t the first time. I have experienced similar nite before. Most of them were very tiring. Usually I keep on turning my back againt and the wall or vice versa. And I try so hard to keep my eyes closed. But, rarely it happens to me. They call me sleepyhead and I am a little proud of it.

Ah, my sleep weren’t as tight as before. Couple of nites ago I remember, I was sleeping on my bed with the lights and the radio on, then woke up at about 3 am. That edge of nite. And the song played in the radio was always Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen. Along with Dorothy’s words echoed softly in the air,
“... I love him Laurel, I love him... I love him for the man he wants to be and I love him for the man he almost is”
That melodius lyrics and the strange feeling I have in my heart. The slide show of you and shadows of your walk. The voice of your laughters and the distance between us.
And then Mr. Cruise or Mr. Maguire replied,
“You... complete... me...”

I nodded my head off. But last night, without the songs, my eyes were wide awake. I tried to read London Short Stories because the little font and that bloody accent sometimes get me down. I’m under the medicine and still I can’t sleep. While sometimes wo cups of coffee don’t affect me.

Ah, have I had my heart broken again?

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away

- Secret Garden (OST Jerry Maguire) – Bruce Springsteen -