Yesterday's rapat geng was nice. We went to PIM2 and tried this new place called Cafe Cartel (which inevitably, constantly reminds me of a 90s gadget called Kartu Telepon). Once more, we were planning to catch a movie last night, but we lost track of time and ended up missing the movie. All night we just sat there, munching on calamaris and pizza, drowning ourselves in caffeine and convos (from unpleasant rumours and suspicions about Gibond to Rosel's something's psycho ex). By the way, Rosel's something--Arif--joined us. But it was better this time, I think we've grown past the memeras-otak-sampai-bengong-mikirin-mau-basa-basi-apa phase. He was very nice, and I think he passed our perploncoan-anggota-baru test with flying colours.
Anyway, since we missed the movie, we were thinking about karaoke-ing instead. But then Bune suddenly said that it was her mom's birthday so she couldn't get home too late. Okay, I admit it, I was upset, but hey what could I do about it? Deciding a date for another time of karaoke or movie was not easy. So I kept wondering--and actually dreading about--how could it become harder and harder to gather the girls together. I guess this whiny part of me will always be there to stay... But...
*ALERT: cheesy thanksgiving moment ahead*
See, for the last 1-2 weeks, I had dug a hole to the past and let myself get carried away with the bittersweet longing of all in the past known to be nostalgia. Started with reading a few high-school-related stories, listening (and singing) to old songs, allowing myself to mentally change my surroundings with things from--more or less--4 years ago (wooden desks and chairs, a fan above my head, blue Puma shoes on my feet, colorful binders, colorful scrap door, Tigger plush with extra hand-made stripes, and well, people). I could actually remember how things felt back then. When you couldn't feel anymore cooler wearing that high-school uniform (since you were definitely more mature than those ABG-ish anak-anak SMP, but you weren't as old and boring as those mbak-mbak college students). When the life-altering decision that you had to make was what to wear to the prom. When everyone was around, you saw them 6 days a week, they were as normal as a zit on your nose. When your friends were still in the same town; let it be close friends or the platonic ones.
To put cherry on top, yesterday @ Ped's, she, Bune and I watched the "VCD Batalyon". Hmmh. Surely and like always, changes could be felt; I could taste it like sugar and coffee in my mouth. People've changed from anak-kampung thin to flabby tummies and vice versa. The closest packs have grown further. Crushes change (or not?). Opinions towards people have changed (from love-sick drools to "ih, kayak anak kampung!" or from loathing Gibond to death to worrying sick about him). Even I've changed, in some ways. At some point, friends stopped being around. And I'm not talking about the platonic ones who were never really ever there at all, but close friends. I don't hang out with the same people, it constantly changes from time to time: Kacank, Angga and his Geng Infinite Sadness, Geng Angkuh and the whole Aksi bunch, Geng Pengajian, Geng Ngong and else. Paling berasa adalah kalo inget Ocha dan nasihat-nasihat sok bijaksananya. All I can think is--quoting from Graduation song--"I guess I thought that this would never end". Where is he now? Where are his advices when I need one? Where are all those people now? You get my point, don't you? I've done this wallowing-in-the-past so many times, it just becomes me.
But, there are some that stay. Drumroll please...For four years and counting, it's the girls. While others, smiles and tears, guys, parties and conflicts frequently come and go, the girls came to stay. What ironic is, four years ago, I'd put all three Bune, Pedhe and Rosel in the "come and go" box.
Girls, *here goes* I won't say any thanks or sorry here, because I really don't know what to say nor how to show you that I'm very grateful for you all. Really, no word can tell. I just want to hope that years and years from now, you three will still differentiate yourselves from everything else from the past, because you stay. Saaahh. Olive juice, girls.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
i just want every boy i see, to walk away with part of me
What have I been feeling lately?
To quote one of my best friends: "Inikah yang dinamakan cinta? Rasanya hati ini berdegup kencang kalo liat doski."
'Doski' here is a new mister on the blog, Mr.Bonjang. And, no, it's not 'cinta', it's more like 'napsu'. Ahahah... Pure physical attraction, seriously. And earlier today, he just looked good in a black tee and his army-green jacket. Ahh, membayangkannya saja sudah lemas! Yeah, yeah, he's mighty fine *lagi bayangin* Best part is, as meaningless as it is, it's great to know there's a possibility of giddiness when I go to the campus.
Or maybe this could be my temporary hormonal rage talking. See yesterday, another old mister was wearing his striped shirt (my absolute favorite), and inside skipped a beat. Also yesterday, another not-quite-a mister said some kind of 'hi' through a friend, via text message! And yet, all of the sudden, I was missing him so much. Well, those two cases are definitely temporary, for today I don't feel anything skipping its beat nor me missing anyone.
But Bonjang? Ahh, best thing about lately besides my karaoke sessions with ibu-ibu Inggris yesterday and my rapat geng plan for tomorrow x)
To quote one of my best friends: "Inikah yang dinamakan cinta? Rasanya hati ini berdegup kencang kalo liat doski."
'Doski' here is a new mister on the blog, Mr.Bonjang. And, no, it's not 'cinta', it's more like 'napsu'. Ahahah... Pure physical attraction, seriously. And earlier today, he just looked good in a black tee and his army-green jacket. Ahh, membayangkannya saja sudah lemas! Yeah, yeah, he's mighty fine *lagi bayangin* Best part is, as meaningless as it is, it's great to know there's a possibility of giddiness when I go to the campus.
Or maybe this could be my temporary hormonal rage talking. See yesterday, another old mister was wearing his striped shirt (my absolute favorite), and inside skipped a beat. Also yesterday, another not-quite-a mister said some kind of 'hi' through a friend, via text message! And yet, all of the sudden, I was missing him so much. Well, those two cases are definitely temporary, for today I don't feel anything skipping its beat nor me missing anyone.
But Bonjang? Ahh, best thing about lately besides my karaoke sessions with ibu-ibu Inggris yesterday and my rapat geng plan for tomorrow x)
Sunday, February 12, 2006
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye
I've just spent the whole afternoon looking for a topic for my penpop assignment, developing it and typing it while doing so. When I was just few sentences away from finishing the assignment, Nilam reminded me that we weren't supposed to find our own topic, but to develope the Pak Ismail-given topic. Waaahh, how could I forget? Ugh. Anyway, now I've lost my mood to do any thinking, so here I am, trying to pour my brain out.
I've finally reached the 8th and--hopefully--the last semester of my days as a uni student. When I arranged my classes at the beginning of this semester, I thought everything was settled and well-planned. Turns out, nothing is that easy. I'm now faced with a few probs: kurangnya SKS mata kuliah pilihan dan kelas-kelas yang bentrok, meanwhile I really, really have to finish everything this semester. I can't afford any extra semester, really.
About my teaching job, I tried to resign a few days ago. But I only managed to reduce my working hour from 4 hours a week to 3... until I find my substitute, that is. Well at least now I can have a preschooler-free friday afternoon.
Moving on to a whole different subject...
Last night I had one of our "rapat geng"s with the girls. The last time we had one of those was December 3rd 2005. It took 2 months and a week to get together again! Owmaygad. I mean, how hard can it be, right, to gather 4 people together at the same time and place? Well, actually, very hard.
We were planning to watch a local movie (it was either Jomblo or Realita Cinta dan Rock and Roll), but Ped and I thought it would be such a waste to spend our time together watching some movie when we could actually talk and do some catching up about each other. Besides, we were late for the movie anyway. So we headed to Citos for some drinks. Bune and I were with Peds, while Rosel was with Arif (her friend or ahem, something). Turned out, there was this Ajang Boyband event @ Citos that caused a major traffic jam. Citos was so full, they stopped letting cars enter the parking lot; including Ped's car. Therefore we went to Kemang instead and looked for an interesting place to have a drink or two. Didn't find it. Sooo, after waiting and hoping for the traffic to ease up @ Mc.D Kemang, we headed back to Citos. Haha. We got into the parking lot this time and finally went to Tartine for the drinks (and foods).
It was nice. Well of course it was, I was with the girls. But I think last night went too fast. We spent the night 40% on the road with Rosel in the other car. There was someone new that we weren't too familar with, Arif. Not that I mind he joined us, but it was obvious that he and the geng (aside from Ros) were still in the memeras-otak-sampai-bengong-mikirin-mau-basa-basi-apa phase. Borrowing a word from Bangun, jadi kurang "lepas" lah QT semalam itu. Point is, time flew by too fast and we didn't use our time together as good as we could last night.
Of course, we can have another QT soon, but there was Bune and her--what I think as unreasonable--excuses. In the end, I can't help feeling kebat-kebit--or restless you may call--thinking about when our next get-together will be. It really is that hard to gather four best friends together at the same place and same time. Haw. Segini masih kuliah dan masih di kota yang sama.
Let's just hope Bune's "liat ntar" brings some "ayok aja" in the end.
Here's something to reminisce our youth years from now when our rapat geng become less frequent (Naudzubillahminzalik...)
I've finally reached the 8th and--hopefully--the last semester of my days as a uni student. When I arranged my classes at the beginning of this semester, I thought everything was settled and well-planned. Turns out, nothing is that easy. I'm now faced with a few probs: kurangnya SKS mata kuliah pilihan dan kelas-kelas yang bentrok, meanwhile I really, really have to finish everything this semester. I can't afford any extra semester, really.
About my teaching job, I tried to resign a few days ago. But I only managed to reduce my working hour from 4 hours a week to 3... until I find my substitute, that is. Well at least now I can have a preschooler-free friday afternoon.
Moving on to a whole different subject...
Last night I had one of our "rapat geng"s with the girls. The last time we had one of those was December 3rd 2005. It took 2 months and a week to get together again! Owmaygad. I mean, how hard can it be, right, to gather 4 people together at the same time and place? Well, actually, very hard.
We were planning to watch a local movie (it was either Jomblo or Realita Cinta dan Rock and Roll), but Ped and I thought it would be such a waste to spend our time together watching some movie when we could actually talk and do some catching up about each other. Besides, we were late for the movie anyway. So we headed to Citos for some drinks. Bune and I were with Peds, while Rosel was with Arif (her friend or ahem, something). Turned out, there was this Ajang Boyband event @ Citos that caused a major traffic jam. Citos was so full, they stopped letting cars enter the parking lot; including Ped's car. Therefore we went to Kemang instead and looked for an interesting place to have a drink or two. Didn't find it. Sooo, after waiting and hoping for the traffic to ease up @ Mc.D Kemang, we headed back to Citos. Haha. We got into the parking lot this time and finally went to Tartine for the drinks (and foods).
It was nice. Well of course it was, I was with the girls. But I think last night went too fast. We spent the night 40% on the road with Rosel in the other car. There was someone new that we weren't too familar with, Arif. Not that I mind he joined us, but it was obvious that he and the geng (aside from Ros) were still in the memeras-otak-sampai-bengong-mikirin-mau-basa-basi-apa phase. Borrowing a word from Bangun, jadi kurang "lepas" lah QT semalam itu. Point is, time flew by too fast and we didn't use our time together as good as we could last night.
Of course, we can have another QT soon, but there was Bune and her--what I think as unreasonable--excuses. In the end, I can't help feeling kebat-kebit--or restless you may call--thinking about when our next get-together will be. It really is that hard to gather four best friends together at the same place and same time. Haw. Segini masih kuliah dan masih di kota yang sama.
Let's just hope Bune's "liat ntar" brings some "ayok aja" in the end.
Here's something to reminisce our youth years from now when our rapat geng become less frequent (Naudzubillahminzalik...)
"The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?"
[Modest Mouse]
Saturday, February 04, 2006
get up and see the sarcasm in my eyes
Seven things that scare me:
1. Death, definitely.
2. Losing friends to anything.
3. Bankruptcy.
4. Losing my mom (aku anak mami).
5. Completely losing my sanity.
6. The process of giving birth.
7. Getting old and superfat.
Seven random facts about me:
1. I hate and am terribly scared of anything related to hospitals. Old ambulance (you know, yang putih dan udah agak butut), needles, blood tests, doctors, and the hospital itself.
2. I'm known for saying 'terserah' when given two choices or more. Not because I cannot decide anything, but because I don't mind any of the options.
3. I'm a curiousity-driven person.
4. I talked to my mom's potted plants when I was a little. If you know a plant called sufflir, and you know a young part of it which shaped like swirls, well I called them "tuan ulat".
5. I love attention but not the unwanted ones.
6. I don't believe in happy endings, happy marriage, loyalty, honesty and other muluk-muluk things; but am willing and dying to be proven wrong.
7. I still sleep with my mom even though I have my own room now.
Seven things I hope to do before I die:
1. Go to NYC, better yet, live there.
2. Take my cousins to Disneyland.
3. Skinny-dip or dance naked under the rain. However, as I grow older, i'm having a second thought...
4. Get filthy rich.
5. Bang Guy Berryman... (ini mah muluk-muluk).
6. Get married and have children, maybe. Deep down, I'm still an old-fashioned girl.
7. Cukup beribadah, biar dosanya keapus.
Seven things I can do:
1. I can make people pour out their deepest feelings, stories or secrets; sometimes, without even asking them to.
2. Despise people without any reasonable excuse.
3. Remember dates and events like a walking diary. I know that is nothing, but trust me, when you know people like Bune and Rozelle, it'll count as a special talent.
4. I can make reasonable excuses for everything.
5. Fall easily for anyone one day and loathe them the next.
6. Cut my own hair and still look fabulous.
7. Be a total drama queen.
Seven people who should fill this out:
1. Pedhe
2. I'd like to say Sindro, but she's done it already. I got this from her.
3. I don't have many friends.
4. I don't have many friends who know about this blog.
5. Er...
6. Um,...
7. Well...
1. Death, definitely.
2. Losing friends to anything.
3. Bankruptcy.
4. Losing my mom (aku anak mami).
5. Completely losing my sanity.
6. The process of giving birth.
7. Getting old and superfat.
Seven random facts about me:
1. I hate and am terribly scared of anything related to hospitals. Old ambulance (you know, yang putih dan udah agak butut), needles, blood tests, doctors, and the hospital itself.
2. I'm known for saying 'terserah' when given two choices or more. Not because I cannot decide anything, but because I don't mind any of the options.
3. I'm a curiousity-driven person.
4. I talked to my mom's potted plants when I was a little. If you know a plant called sufflir, and you know a young part of it which shaped like swirls, well I called them "tuan ulat".
5. I love attention but not the unwanted ones.
6. I don't believe in happy endings, happy marriage, loyalty, honesty and other muluk-muluk things; but am willing and dying to be proven wrong.
7. I still sleep with my mom even though I have my own room now.
Seven things I hope to do before I die:
1. Go to NYC, better yet, live there.
2. Take my cousins to Disneyland.
3. Skinny-dip or dance naked under the rain. However, as I grow older, i'm having a second thought...
4. Get filthy rich.
5. Bang Guy Berryman... (ini mah muluk-muluk).
6. Get married and have children, maybe. Deep down, I'm still an old-fashioned girl.
7. Cukup beribadah, biar dosanya keapus.
Seven things I can do:
1. I can make people pour out their deepest feelings, stories or secrets; sometimes, without even asking them to.
2. Despise people without any reasonable excuse.
3. Remember dates and events like a walking diary. I know that is nothing, but trust me, when you know people like Bune and Rozelle, it'll count as a special talent.
4. I can make reasonable excuses for everything.
5. Fall easily for anyone one day and loathe them the next.
6. Cut my own hair and still look fabulous.
7. Be a total drama queen.
Seven people who should fill this out:
1. Pedhe
2. I'd like to say Sindro, but she's done it already. I got this from her.
3. I don't have many friends.
4. I don't have many friends who know about this blog.
5. Er...
6. Um,...
7. Well...
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