Tadi pagi pak hasan (dombi) dateng masuk ke kosan bersama asisten slash chauffer nya untuk menjemput saya. saya yang tadinya tidur langsung kebangun. pak hasan masuk kamar dan asisten/chauffer nya yang berseragam hitam berdiri di depan pintu dengan siaga.
Pak Hasan: “Ayo, bangun, cepet siap2.”
Me: kalangkabut dan kebingungan
Pak Hasan: “mana paspor kamu.”
Me: cuci muka, gosok gigi
Next thing i know, i am at the airport. Pak hasan udah pergi duluan, tinggal saya dan assisten/chauffer nya dan kemudian ada avi (teman seperbimbingan dan seangkatan) juga di airport. masuk gate, dan anehnya saya mau2nya masuk gate itu dengan pemberitahuan kalau tiketnya ntar nyusul (i’m starting to think that this is weird). Teman saya yang lain, didi/dyah (juga teman sepermbimbingan) udah masuk duluan. Anehnya saya bisa lewat gate tanpa boarding pass, tapi terus passport saya ditahan. Tau kan ada lorong penghubung dari gedung airport ke pesawatnya? well, ternyata lorong itu tidak ada, kita harus turun ke bawah, kaya turun dari gerbang busway, terus manjat ke pesawat. tapi, on the way menuju pesawat, ternyata kita tertangkap pramugara-pramugara bak praja ipdn. saya dan avi di kembalikan ke gerbang bak busway itu. ketika sedang menatap langit, sebuah pesawat lewat, dan pintunya kebuka, pintu pesawatnya sliding masuk dinding kaya pesawat luar angkasa gitu, bukan kaya pesawat komersial biasa yang diangkat ke atas biasa pake pompa hidrolik. tiba-tiba dari celah pintu pesawat yang lagi lewat (assuming lagi take off), nongol lah murid saya dadah-dadah.
Murid: “miss! miss lita! tiketnya miss ada disini! tapi kecatetnya salah! sifat miss ditulisnya salah!”
dan pesawat pun sukses terbang. tiket? kenapa di boarding pass tertera sifat segala? what the hell? (walaupun ini aneh, tapi saya tetap lanjut) berusaha berkomunikasi dengan staff untuk bisa boarding karena tiketnya ada, dan ketika itu gagal protes minta passport saya balik. namun saya malah digiring oleh makhluk2 seperti orc atau urgal atau semacamnya. And then i woke up. panting. shocked.
kepikiran bimbingan dengan pak hasan banget
adanya asistant/chauffer pak hasan disinyalir akibat dari baca fifty shades of grey, dimana mr. grey selalu didampingi oleh asisten-nya, mr. taylor
kepikiran soal thailand
kebanyakan nonton film hollywood dengan adanya sedikit action dan pesawat futuristic
kecampur sama fantasi karena lagi baca saga eragon nya christopher paolini yang terakhir: inheritance.
Score: 9 out of 10.
This book is unexpectedly interesting for me. It has become some sort habit of mine to read the book beforehand if the certain book had been adapted into a movie. Since I’m interested in watching it, I read the book.
It started out with a suicide, a suicide of a class mate. That’s how I got drawn into. The stories written in a first person perspective, in the format of a letter. Charlie writes to a random person about his life. Charlie innocently tells the story of his life, friends, family, and thoughts.
It’s a story of someone who always sit back in class, rarely socializing, almost have no friends. We probably almost always have these kinds of people in our life. We probably sometimes wonder about these kinds of people. Well, I don’t know about you, but I do. Yet Charlie tried to make sense of it all: the cruel world, the judgmental people, the sneering peers. For me his sense—Charlie’s—made sense, and slowly I got drawn to his world. He believed in the best of people, which sometimes frustrates me how he is too kind, while on the other hand, I am a bit ruthless. He thought no one understands him, so his playmates are his books. Then, he found Patrick and Sam, the first friends he ever had. He doesn’t tell much about school, he thought school is lonely, so mostly his stories are about his activity with his new-found-friends.
There is something peculiar about Charlie. His peers said he is a freak, yet his close family and friends said he is “observer”, he doesn’t participate in this world, and other people’s activity, even if he is there. he just watches. He knows there’s something about himself, he doesn’t know why. Yet Charlie tried to better, by participating, boldly and innocently.
This book is timeless, even if you are not a young adult, it speaks to you. You know how sometimes you feel different after reading a great book? I was fascinated after reading this book. Charlie reminded of this world, how simple it actually is. Charlie is very wise. It made me feel like I know him, and I would really like to meet him. Thank you, Charlie.
Sometimes there are books that are not that worthy to be read, and it’s better to be watched on large screen. Well, I’m glad I have decided to read this book first. I’m sure the book is better even though the movie might be as wonderful (haven’t watched it). I always vouch for the written words on telling stories oh someone’s head better than a picture, though I’m looking forward to see the movie!
And if we win,
and crush the Huns,
In twenty years
We must fight their sons.
A poem by Joseph Leftwich. A Soldier. Made after The World War I
“Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.” Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.” - Erich Fromm
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” –Robert Heinlein
“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible”
-When Harry Met Sally
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life–love shouldn’t be one of them” -Dream for an Insomniac
“We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first” - George John Whyte-Melville
“Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.” -Unknown
“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.” –Benjamin Disraeli
“You cannot make someone love you. You can only make yourself someone who can be loved” —Derek Gamba
You cannot let go of someone you never really had, and if you had them you wouldn’t have to let go. - Dr. Gary Funk
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” -Victor Hugo
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” – Carl Jung
“Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.” - Wizard of Oz
“Love is giving people the freedom to be the way they are, not trying to make them the way you want.” – Unknown
“When you meet that special someone you’ll understand why it didn’t work out with anyone else” -Unknown
“The love you feel in life is a reflection of the love you feel in yourself.” – Deepak Chopra
“Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” - Franklin Jones
Lay and Lie
This is the crown jewel of all grammatical errors.
“Lay” is a transitive verb. It requires a direct subject and one or more objects. Its present tense is “lay” (e.g., I lay the pencil on the table) and its past tense is “laid” (e.g., Yesterday I laid the pencil on the table).
“Lie” is an intransitive verb. It needs no object. Its present tense is “lie” (e.g., The Andes mountains lie between Chile and Argentina) and its past tense is “lay” (e.g., The man lay waiting for an ambulance). The most common mistake occurs when the writer uses the past tense of the transitive “lay” (e.g., I laid on the bed) when he/she actually means the intransitive past tense of “lie” (e.g., I lay on the bed).
Source: 20 common grammatical mistakes http://litreactor.com/columns/20-common-grammar-mistakes-that-almost-everyone-gets-wrong – Read on Path.
time will heal. there’s that saying which means that time will heal our wounds but i don’t think that’s necessarily true. ‘tis not time that heals us, but the process and effort to heal that will heal us.
these couple of days i’ve been agonizing, whoring (not in THAT way), contemplating over a recent event that happened in my life. actually, i sorta have a feeling about this before it really happened, there was a dark and twisted thought that i couldn’t seem to shrugged off. when the announcement got broken, everybody was looking at me following with the loudest silence i’ve heard throughout my college life. people comforted me, pat my back, gave symphathy, until a couple of days later i’ve become the subject of my major’s gossip. i didnt even feel like crying, i was thinking how should i fix it rightaway. i thought i was someone who was extraordinary, confident of who i am and i dont care about other people’s thoughts. but, no, apparently i highly think of other’s opinion of me. i was lost, to be lost is stupid and so do people will think.
i thought i was a total crackhead to be lost. if there are two paths that i should’ve took, i took neither and make my own path. i followed the path till the end, but then passer-by people told me this path shouldn’t be path that i should’ve take. the people who guide me didn’t tell me about these paths, but we can’t blame other people for being lost, can we? ‘tis us who failed to notice the road sign and direction, even if those things were absent, ‘tis our fault to not found any and boldly take our own path without proper direction.
How could i be lost without even realizing i’m lost until the passer-by people on the of that road told me that i’m going the wrong way? how could i be that stupid?
what i can’t stand is other people’s thought. to understand the situation of mine, first they have to understand the field. but i can’t make all of them understand my field. it frustrates me. all of them must’ve think either i’m stupid or incompetence and i feel like i’m neither of those.
all of this thoughts were all bout me, circling around me, but then yesterday something happened who other than me but has repercussions to me that made me think outside of myself. after seeing outside of me, i suddenly realize that ‘tis my destiny not to leave yet. God has set the most perfect setting and plot in our life. The reason i can’t depart through the wrong path i took and my unfinished hangar, is that i still have things to do here. there’s a thing that may be left undone and unresolved if i leave, therefore God stalled my plane to take off.
today, i woke up with a lighter heart. i feel i can face people when they asked about the things happened to me in the past days, i feel like i can even joke about it.
if you have a box of crap and you leave them be in some corner of your life, then all it will do is rot and dusty. yet if we deal with the craps of the box one by one, all it left will only be box with no crap, well at least if it’s not completely gone, it’ll reduce the amout of crap.
time will do nothing if it’s flying solo. process should be the mount. cognition and conscience should be the pilot.
Can I Walk with You by India Arie.
I’ve always liked this song. I’ve always imagined I’d dedicate this song to my special person. I’d really wish for someone to be the one I could feel this words in the chorus:
“Can i walk with you in your life?
Can i lay with you as your wife?
Can i be a friend till the end?
Can i walk with you in you life?”
And i think ive found someone to sing this song to. Yes, you. I’m in love with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. I realized it when I was patting your head and stroking your hair as requested by you. I feel like I wanna do this everyday for.. Ever. Chan rak khun!
Today was my minor thesis’s research proposal seminar which are the three first chapters of our minor thesis. It was, alhamdulillah, smooth. took more or less half an hour, and alhamdulillah i got 3.51, and those score 90% are yours, fellas. it’s all because of my friends. i don’t feel proud, i feel amazed and tremendously grateful. Since March 2012 i didn’t write anything in my thesis. like, really nothing. cause, it’s just so hard. most times i can’t really function moreover to write something that big. and you know, because, like every other creature in this world: lazy. i was going through a hard time, and they kept me sane.
First of all, to keep me sane and to make me able continue and attend my classes. to make me live again. i am forever grateful. you know it’s you, rite, scumbag? *wink wink
Second of all, especially for Adel and Farah. I heard from Farah that two more consultation with her guidance and she would be approved to step forward for the seminar. when I heard that it instantly burned me up. Like, “oh my God, Adel’s ready for seminar? geez and i am still here, just sitting the same fuckin’ spot wrote completely nothing? what the hell is wrong with me?!” therefore, i started writing on between end of november and the beginning of december.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t JUST start. from march i started reading, browsing, saving sources, and that’s it. oh yeah and THINKING. but thats it, i just don’t write it at all. so, the process of searching what exactly am i going to examine, i already know from 8 months of contemplating :P On the process of “kejar setoran” i used farah’s room kosan—with farah in it—to do my three chapters. and she let me uses her room. actually her room without her is zero productivity HAHA. I am very thankful that she is willing to spare her privacy and thoughts to me. And also Lope’s room which becomes my dumping spot and skripshitting spot. Not forgot to mention, Hanna’s room too xixi. Apparently I need a human companion in doing my thesis -_- without any human existance i would do shit which means nothing important and just wasting my time or in sundanese NGARUNTAH.
Another reason for me that made me reluctant to do my thesis is that “what’s the rush? even if i graduated from college? then what?” the future is still too confusing and i had no true pursuitable goal. but, ka Amand Bunga Gracia made me on fire and seize my gaze upon the future. thank you :) even if i don’t get the khrungtheep thingy, i’d still be grateful for putting something worth chasing for.
For the friends who are there when i visited nangor and or kampus which made it bearable and fun just to exchange stories of both skripshit or life, thank you! And to Wahyu my shadow thesis guidance!
I think this is my thank you speech, eh? Haha, oh well. I think the first steps are always the hardest, therefore im really grateful, to you, my kick-ass friends :) i never thought i’d be able to climb to this seminar, now i got the strength on my feet from u to climb more. now let’s climb higher to the higher: thesis defense! LETS GO GUYS! LOVE U!
P.S. shall we wear toga on may? ;)
My life changed 180 degrees. It’s bitterly funny how according to the Mayan it’s the year of doomsday, and the doomsday also sorta kinda happen in my life.
So in 2012, i suffered and i struggled, the hardest ones in my life. But, through those i found my exceptional strength, and its wonderful source. I got the strength from my amazing bestfriends, and the man i fell in love with. Because of those people i was able to found my sanity, at least grab a hold of it, and i was able to laugh. Because of my friends i could start and continue to fight for my thesis.
To conclude on 2012:
- i suffered, the greatest ones.
- almost lost my sanity
- started my translating freelance job
- the comeback of my sucky back pain due to HNP
- started my chiropractic therapy
- interned at local media which then i figured i don’t like covering those kinds of stories
- i visited middle earth: a. K. A. Papandayan Mountain
- experienced first professional working and networking experience from Indodefence
- fell in love
- found new idiot bestfriends
- had wonderful birthday with my loved ones. (unlike 2011, i had them when i was living in Bangkok, not with my loved ones)
- scratch off my mahasiswa resolution: performed on campus with Prad, Lope, Edwin. With We are never getting back together, you give love a bad name, and lastly, ma boy.
- faced with the junction of my life: next, where to? And just like every other mahasiswa: galau.
- decided to prioritize to pursue my master after realizing that I got easily tempted by money as a conclusion of my behavior after i got my salary from Indodefense. I should study first, cause im afraid if i got to know money first, i’ll be lazy to study.
- spent 2.8 million IDR for youth inquisitve passion HAHA. I attended SMTOWN and Big Bang concerts, bought the ticket on festival. Each costs 1.4 mil IDR. Crazy. But, mumpung usum keneh, mumpung masih muda, mumpung masih suka. At least ive seen them live. Duit mah bisa dicari lagi tapi waktu mah ga bakal bisa balik.
Without great obstacles, we won’t find our great strength and its source.
Bye, 2012, thanks for giving me a hard time :)