Monday, December 31, 2012

Boy adalah Kucing yang Punya Banyak Kesibukan

Boy. Seekor kucing pejantan tampan ras anggora berwarna hitam-putih, berumur 3 tahun (dan akan segera berumur 4 tahun pada 2013), adalah kucing yang punya banyak kesibukan.

Tampang si Boy, kecapean karena terlalu sibuk.


Di pagi hari, jam 6 pagi, dia bertugas membangunkan majikannya, lalu minta makan.

Jam 7 pagi, saatnya dia minum susu.

Jam 8 pagi, setelah dia melahap kudapannya, dia harus menjaga teritorial kekuasaanya dengan berjaga-jaga di depan pagar rumah.

Selain berjaga-jaga, dia juga harus pipisin beberapa tembok, pagar, dan ban mobil untuk memperluas wilayahnya.

Apabila ada pejantan lewat, diharuskan melapor padanya.

Apabila ada anak kucing lewat, maka harus bermain dengannya.

Apabila ada betina lewat, maka........................ :3

Jam 10 pagi Boy pulang dari kegiatannya menjadi satpam bagi areanya sendiri. Lalu melahap kudapan, minum susu, dan minum air putih se-gayung. Maksudnya, air yang disediain pake gayung. Boy gamau minum air putih yang disiapin di mangkoknya. Boy harus minum air dari gayung. Setelah minum, lalu ia bersantai-santai di halaman belakang.

Kemudian, pada jam 11, Boy akan tidur siang.

Pada jam 12 atau jam 1, ia akan pindah ke kamar mama, atau ke kamar kak Aldi, atau ke kamar kak Rama untuk melanjutkan tidur siangnya di kasur.

Bobo di kamar mama.

Bobo di kamar kakak.


Jam 3 ia bangun, lalu makan siang dan minum susu. Lalu tidur lagi.

Sejam kemudian ia akan bangun, lalu bersantai-santai di teras depan atau di halaman belakang. Apabila cuaca panas, ia akan tidur lagi. Bila mendung, ia bermain sebentar.

Si Boy, bersantai-santai di teras depan sambil tetap memantau.


Jam 5 ia keluar lagi. Eek, pipis, main, jaga wilayah, pipisin tembok atau pagar, dan berjaga jaga lagi sampai jam 6.

Kadang Boy harus ke genteng, memastikan tidak ada pembelot yang merusak area kekuasaannya.

Jam 7 waktunya kudapan dan berkumpul dengan majikannya. Jika ada cicak, Boy akan mengejar dan memakannya. Bila majikannya membeli martabak keju ia pasti minta dan melahap satu potong martabak yang kejunya paling banyak. Boy suka keju. Apalagi martabak keju.

Boy, manja, makannya minta disuapin.


Jam 10 ia siap-siap tidur dan minta dikelonin sama majikannya lagi. 

Begitulah keseharian Boy si kucing. Sangat sibuk.

Boy si kucing tampan :3

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Damn You

again,
to afraid to start.
to scared to fall. 
to hurt to be broken.
that's how I do. 
that's about you.
I could lose you, 
though I don't want to.
but that's how I do, 
though I could lose you.
and if I already am,
if I already lose you,
please tell me,
tell me,
tell me what this feeling is about.
cos I miss you.
through the night I think of you.
and the day I wish I had chats with you.
all the moments with you.
and the virtual insanity.
and the songs.
and your singing.
and your morning calls.
and the spirit.

damn you.
I miss you.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Carry On

Selamat malam.

Apa kabar kamu hari ini? Lelah dengan kesibukanmu? Santai sajalah dulu. Tak usah kamu pikirkan segala yang membuat kepalamu sakit malam ini. Santailah santai, karena aku sudah lelah merindu, aku ingin bercerita denganmu.

Karena aku sedang rindu. Ada yang merongrong dari dalam kepalaku untuk memikirkan kamu. Saat dimana satu lagu membawa aku kembali ke masa itu. Saat satu objek melayangkan aku pada sesuatu tentang kamu. Saat suatu tindakan membuat laci memoriku terbuka, jatuh, dan itu semua tentang kamu. Ah... kenangan itu...

Dia bilang, "seperti isyarat yang tak sempat dikirimkan awan kepada hujan, yang menjadikannya tiada". Seperti aku, mungkin, yang tak sempat mengirimkanmu semangat, yang menjadikan aku hilang dari kamu. Seperti aku, yang bingung bagaimana caranya membalas segala kebaikanmu, hingga akhirnya aku gagal membalas secuilpun. Seperti aku, yang inginnya menyampaikan polesan benda cantik, namun berantakan sesampainya padamu. Lalu siapa yang salah, bila semuanya tak tersampaikan? Mungkin itu aku.

Hey, bagaimana dengan hobi kamu? Aku yakin kamu masih menggeluti itu semua. Ya, aku tau--atau aku sok tau?--betapa asyiknya kamu menggeluti hobimu. Kelak kamu akan meraih itu, kamu tau itu.

Kamu tau, pekerjaanku ini menyenangkan, sekaligus melelahkan; memakan banyak dari waktuku. Aku berangkat di pagi hari, pulang di malam hari. Bukan seperti jam kerja yang kamu kira, ini berbeda. Dan aku pun batal menjadi pekerja yang kamu tau, aku telah mengimpi-impikannya dari dulu.

Tapi aku tau, pun bila aku senggang, kita tak kan lagi seperti dulu. Ya, aku mengerti. Aku mengerti. Tapi malam ini, hanya malam ini, izinkan aku mendongeng padamu. Aku rindu bercerita denganmu.

Tetaplah menjadi kamu yang aku kenal. Walaupun situasi berotasi, aku masih aku yang kamu kenal. Aku masih di kota ini, siap kalau-kalau kamu berkunjung kemari.

Pergilah kamu, dengan siapapun yang kamu mau. Asal kamu bahagia, melangkahlah, dengan siapapun yang kamu sertai. Segala memori yang terkumpul bersamamu--terimakasih.

Carry On.
:)


The days were long and the nights so cold
The pages turn and the tale unfolds

Paloma Faith - New York

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear lovable Mum and Dad,

Your first and only daughter has now no longer your little daughter.

Now she knows how to earn money. She's still in her learning process, but trust her, she will be able to live herself to the fullest in another year. And it all thanks a lot to you, Mum and Dad, you made her through phases of her life.

Mum, Dad,

Even though she lives far from you now, deep in heart there's always a picture of you both. Deep in her thoughts she keeps on thinking how to make your life happy. Especially you, Mum. She always wants her mum to be happier than she has ever been.

Mum,

Your daughter often think that she would be independently independent. But you already knew, right? You already knew whom she will call if she gets into a situation. Your prayer will always be with your independent daughter. Mum, she knows it, she won't be ever independent. Cos she always depends on your prayer. Mum, she knows it. You will always pray for her.

Dad,

This little daughter of yours, who used to always rub your rough elbow (this is the weird thing you love about her, isn't it? That she loves rubbing elbow, especially yours, just like a child who can't sleep without her favourite doll), well... no, she's not rubbing other man's elbow yet, no. But you know what, she's been trying to find a man who would like to give his rough elbow for her to rub. Just like what you did when she was a child, Dad.

Mum and Dad,

She realizes that you would do anything to help her with anything. You would help her to reach her dream job being a banker, though she turns up being a tutor. She also knows about how you don't really like her being a tutor. Well don't worry. She won't be a tutor for that long. She'll be a banker later on.

Mum,

Your daughter has made you as her favourite woman ever in the world.

Mum, Dad,

Your daughter loves you.


Your Daughter,
fanyhervilita

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I wasn't Cinderella and He wasn't the Prince Either.

Actually, I have this situation that I really wanted to write post here. Somehow it was always hard to find the match between my mood and the right moment that I'll be sitting in front of PC or laptop and let these thoughts translated into paragraphs. So now's the right time, here we go then!

Have you ever imagined--or maybe experienced--a movie scene that would happen to you in reality? A movie scene that takes place in a party or a gala dinner, for example. There, the main actress meets the main actor, they say hi eventually, chat a little bit of cheesy chit chat, then look at each other from a distance even in the same place. When the party is over, they figure out that they don't know each other's names yet, so they will eventually introduce themselves in a unique way. Have you? Cause I have.

I met this man one day in an international event held in Jakarta couple months ago. He lived in Jakarta but he studied somewhere out Jakarta. He was the guest committee of the event. The first place we met actually was in an outdoor occasion from the same event. He wasn't a cute guy or something. But he was funny; he made lots of jokes. We didn't introduce ourselves pretty well that day. He perhaps would forgotten my name since he met lots of new people--especially girls that are way cuter than me--so it was really okay for me if he might forget or something.

After the outdoor occasion, we had this gala dinner at a restaurant. There, we met again. I was there with two of my guy friends too as I saw him on the escalator, went down, while I and my friends were about to go upstairs. I didn't know for sure but I think he was stunned seeing me. LOL. Yea, sure we said hi. He was a friendly guy, you gotta know that.

During the Gala Dinner, we weren't actually talking to each other that much. We sure smiled but it was just a simple small which was hard to notice. At some awkward moments I found myself looking for his presence, and would look away whenever I found him glancing at me. I would be embarrassed, and perhaps would strengthen the pink sheer colour on my cheek, as I did the stuff. The stuff of looking for his presence and the look-away-quickly as he glanced at me.

After two hours, the Gala Dinner finally wrapped up. I was thinking that I could be the Cinderella and leaving my heel shoe away and he might be the Prince Charming realising my shoe was left and he eventually would bring that to me again some days later. But I wasn't Cinderella and he wasn't the Prince either. And if I did leave my shoe away, what would I wear, then? Moreover, people would look at me as if I was a clown or something weird and pathetic. And he wouldn't take my shoe and find the girl who fit in it. AND if he did, though, mine was 39 and many girls would fit 39. Logically, leaving my shoe, like Cinderella did, is not an intellectual act.

But I did leave something. And it was my name.

"Going home now?" He said as I walked to the front door.
"Yea, the show's over and it's already night. Everybody needs a rest," I said, and smiled.
"You don't want a picture with me?"
"Hahaha, what for? It wouldn't favoured me that much. Perhaps it's YOU want a picture with me?"
"Hahaha naah, it's YOU." He said.

We had a little bit of awkward seconds until somebody I knew was walking to me and I said hi to him, and had a small talks with him. He, this funny and friendly man (let's name him with the letter P), still beside me waiting for me and my acquaintance finished talking.

"Hey umm... are you on Facebook?" P asked.
"Everybody's on Facebook, I suppose." and giggled.
"So umm... please? Your name?"
"You forgot???" I asked, falsely. I mean, I already knew he'd forget.
"No, no, no I don't. I just need your full name so I can find you on Facebook, hehe." I have no idea if this was true but, I didn't care. I can already guessed.
"So what's my name?" I kinda forced him.

And a friend came to me again. Oh man, THAT was obviously a situation I wish nobody would be an intruder or something! Can't they see the privacy atmosphere there?! Geez. Anyway. While I talked to my friend, P took my Certificate of Participation that was held on my hand. He grab his phone (unfortunately it wasn't a blackberry. If it had been a BB, he'd have asked me my pin, not my Facebook name. Mehehe) and typed my full name as printed on the certificate.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I finished talking to my intruder-friend.
"Typing down your name so I can find you on Facebook and add you," he said, handed me my certificate back, and smiled happily, "as a friend."
I smiled back.
"Diofany Hervilita," he mentioned my name. "nice name."
I giggled. "Thank you. Add me on Facebook."
"Oh sure. Yea, of course."
"So umm... I'm going home now. My friends there waiting for me," I was intended to point at my two guys but it was only one who could be seen from our standing angle.
"You're with him?"
"Them, actually. They're my junior at campus. They're participating too, with me."
"Oh. OK." he smiled. "Take care, then!"
I nodded. "Bye."
He rose his hand and gave me an air high-five plus a big smile.

On the way home I kept on reminiscing what was just happened in that recent hours. Now it's months away and I haven't had any hearing from him. But that remarkable situation, well, it finally has its point: a story. A memory. A blog post (yea, of course, come up last eventually).

Don't hide it. We live in God's scenario and we live it in dramatical way. There are dramas that we made, conciously or unconciously. Those who said hate the living drama, really got to live.

I love this little drama we had :)

hey I just met you
and this is crazy
but here's my full name
so add me maybe

Friday, November 02, 2012

Fascinating is Talking About...

TRAUMA.

I'll tell you more about it.

According to the Oxford Pocket Dictionary, I found out that trauma (n) is an emotional shock producing a lasting harmful effect. A small example of trauma, say... umm... suppose you went to a place by plane and you got some air crash and therefore had made you afraid of taking another air transprotation since then. You kinda have that feeling of scared that the same tragedy will eventually happened to you again. In order to avoid that, you would reject anything--ANYTHING--related to a plane trip.

It will probably the same, I think, if... you know... if I happen to have this tragedy some times ago, and that I will be scared of having the same elements on me again in some times later. Okay, enough with this merry-go-round talks. I'll just get to the point.

I had this bitter mishap a year earlier, actually. There was when I got dumped (yup, you read that correctly. Me, got dumped) by a... umm how should I say this guy... well I'll just say that I got dumped by this guy I had already known like couple months. We weren't actually dating but, I  could say that we were so close to each other and we shared something. I even trust my very sad secret to him.

We got along very well. There wasn't a day we didn't spend talking, even if we barely even met. He helped me a lot. Helped me on things I need. Helped me on my big project, even he could help me on small things by simply listening to every guts I had. And calmed me down. He flew me to the top with every little emotional words, surprises, acts...

See who's reminiscing about the past now *pointing at myself*

And then there was this shock that I found out something unbearable about him. It's him and her. Yeaaaahhhh. You got what I mean. Days before I figured out this trouble, I came through a phase where all those normal turned to be something awkward. Thank God for this premonition gifted to me and some clues, I figured it out. Hahaha, yea, tell me nothing about how I felt miserable that time.

So this is it. This is what I called as trauma. I never had any trauma on anything but this. I know the pain, I feel the ache, I taste the sour. I just can't go through it anymore no matter what. I can't deal with it.

That is why when I had this bad premonition about you, Sir, and that God gave me clues on you, and I found this new-girl stuff... her name, her face, her study major... I knew. I just knew and I can't deal with it. I know, I am sure I know, about how I've been acting stink (like sour milk all on the floor, it's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator, maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold~*) to you and that you think that I misunderstand about all of these but I am sure I'm not. I didn't mean to scare you with my 'roars' but... sigh... I couldn't help myself on this, dude.

You had been acting awkward and weird days before I really realised this. And still, without any talks from you, I already knew. I got dumped again.

I cannot be hurt by the old school tragedy like this. I'd rather quit and let you think about anything you wanna think about my behaviour that crosses your mind. I don't wanna be hurt anymore, okay. I cannot be hurt again. And since we haven't met yet, I just don't want you to be the one breaks my heart even more than this. I mean, you broke it. I just... can't get it even worse.

I know I'm escaping things I should face. But I'm doing this to rescue myself. Probably to rescue your new sparkling relationship with her. Don't worry dude, I'll get used to it. :)

And if I ever be mistaken on this prejudice, please don't be scared telling me the truth. I won't bite you. And I'm not angry. I'm just disappointed. Again.

Cos I ain't that bubble gum.


James Morrison featuring Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings



*Lyrics taken by Gwen Stefani's Sweet Escape

Monday, October 22, 2012

itu saja dan cukup

suatu kisah yang sudah terlupakan bagaimana mulanya, dan tidak tahu bagaimana akhirnya. mengambang, terbang terbawa angin, terjun bersama air. ah entahlah.

entahlah. yang aku tau... ah, aku bahkan tidak tahu menahu tentang sekarang. perasaan itu lari beriringan dengan waktu. dekat, dekat, dan dekat walau sadar betapa jauhnya jarak saat itu. terus bicara. membicarakan tentang apa saja.

lalu sudah. kedekatan kita menua. kita bahkan belum pernah bertemu sapa. bosankah? tentu saja. aku mengerti, sayang, aku mengerti. tidak apa. aku ikhlas. apapun asal kau senang. asal kau bahagia.

mungkin hati sudah terbiasa. ini adalah kisah yang berulang, sudah dapat ditebak. dan saat seperti sekarang ini... sudah terasa bagaimana suasananya. semacam deja vu. aku sudah pernah di posisi ini. terulang lagi. dengan perasaan yang sama.

aku ingin sekali menyayangimu, tanpa jarak dan waktu, tanpa ragu, tanpa masa lalu. itu saja. dan cukup.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Pulang

Aku ingin pulang ke kamu.
Aku ingin kamu yang menjadi tempatku.
Aku ingin saat pulang nanti, aku bertemu kamu.
Aku ingin mempunyai rumah denganmu.
Lalu pulang ke rumah itu bersama kamu.
Aku ingin menjadi bagian kamu.
Dan bagian rumahmu.
Aku ingin hidup dalam perjuanganmu.
Aku ingin menghidupi perjuangan kamu.
Aku ingin mendekapmu saat aku pulang.
Aku ingin menjadi yang kamu cium saat kamu pulang.
Aku ingin pulang ke rumah kita.
Aku ingin pulang bersama kamu.
Aku ingin pulang ke hatimu.

Sayang, jadilah rumahku...

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Pretty Little Denials



"I'm so good pretending since I was little girl. Now I want something real." -Royal Pains 3


So how does it feel when you have to live in your own denials?

When you thought you're pretty much able handling everything alone by yourself but deep inside your head you are screaming for a help?

Or when you thought you will run a night smiling before your PC and writing about happy moments you had but it turns out blue knowing that you have a shattered heart?

When you feel like dancing to a very good song but you knew exactly what your ears want to listen to: a slow sad songs for a company.

And as you laugh with somebody else and you think you're happy with that--but no. You actually want to laugh with the person you want to see the laughter.

It is when you say you miss that person, you silently sing his favourite song, reminiscing what you had, and you never speak to him until you think you can handle it no more.

And every little things you have in mind, though he's with you most of the day, though you have a very good relationship, though you share special stories... even every little thing just remind you of him and although you mention his name in most of your prayers...

But you won't admit until you don't know when, that you actually.......













You actually love him.

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Diam-Diam

Diam-diam, aku memikirkanmu.
Aku bernyanyi lagu kesukaanmu.
Mengenang indahnya memori yang hingga kini selalu kamu beri.
Mencoba telinga ini untuk mendengar suaramu lagi.

Jangan kira kalau aku tak bicara maka aku tak peduli.
Kamu tau permainan itu.
Kamu pilotnya, kan.
Kalau kamu bawa aku terbang, bawalah.
Aku terbang bersama kamu.
Kalau kamu diam dan berhenti, istirahatlah.
Aku diam dan pasti akan selalu mengingat kamu.

Aku tidak tau kita sedang berada di titik apa.
Aku tidak tau harus berbuat apa.
Yakin, kamupun juga tak tau harus bagaimana.
Tapi diam-diam kita tau kenapa.

Diam-diam, aku mengingatmu.
Di kepalaku terngiang suaramu.
Lalu aku bernyanyi bersama kamu.
Suara kamu yang terekam didalam situ.

Karena diam-diam, aku merindukanmu...

Friday, September 07, 2012

Gelar

Kamis, 6 September 2012
15.36


Pintu ruang 4F terbuka...

"Diofany, ..." panggil Pak Ari saat gue lagi nangis sesenggukan dihadapan teman-teman gue setelah dua jam gue di'dadar' habis-habisan sama ketiga dosen penguji. Dua diantaranya berpredikat "killer".

Panggilan itu menandakan kalau gue harus masuk lagi ke ruang 4F yang terasa amat sakral buat gue. Hapus air mata, pasang kacamata, latihan senyum, benerin rok pinjeman junior yang terlampau kegedean buat gue, menegaskan cara berdiri, dan hap, melangkah masuk ke ruangan disertai sorakan semangat dan dukungan dari teman-teman gue.

"Silahkan duduk, Dio," kata Pak Ari, saat gue masuk dan menutup pintu ruangan.

Gue duduk. Terseyum. Dosen-dosen yang gue tatap dihadapan gue menatap gue dengan penuh cemas dan... kecewa. Ya mungkin bisa dibilang gitu. Karena berkali-kali mereka berkomentar "IPK kamu segini loh, kenapa jawab antara SUN sama SBI aja kebalik-balik sih?" atau "Manajemen Investasi kamu dapet A, ini kenapa saya tanya obligasi sama saham aja kamu pake mikir dulu? Ya ampun, Dio, itu kan sepele!" atau "Lah ini nilai B+ kamu dapet darimana dong jawab itu aja cuma bisa seperempat jawaban. Ngga full itu!"

Lo tau kan pasti gimana melon di-blender? Nah lo bayangin aja mental gue ngegantiin melon. Gitu deh jadinya. Jus mental.

"Skripsi kamu sempurna, saya bangga dengan hasil pengerjaan kamu. Tapi..."
*mulai sesek napas* *stay cool, tetap senyum*
"...kompre kamu..."
*tetap senyum*
"Kamu siap ga belajar lagi?"
*senyum, tanpa jawaban apa-apa*
"Harus siap belajar lagi ya."
*masih senyum, mulai mikir mau bayar sidang ulang pake duit sendiri biar mama papa ga kecewa*
"Siap ga siap pokoknya kamu harus belajar lagi..."
*pasrah*
"...di kuliah S2."
*nangis*
"Selamat, Diofany Hervilita, kamu lulus!"
*nangis sesenggukan, lega*

Pak Ari akhirnya menyuruh teman-teman gue masuk ke ruangan, dia nanya "Coba kalian sebagai temannya Fany, ini anak lagi nangis bahagia apa nangis sedih?"

Lupa siapa yang jawab, tapi ada dari mereka yang jawab "nangis bahagia paaaakkkk" karena saat Pak Ari bertanya itu, bengek gue rada kumat. Sesak napas udah kayak orang asma -__-

Dan... ya... gue lulus. Udah ada gelar di belakang nama gue: Sarjana Ekonomi--yang gue dapat dengan cara yang ngga gampang. Butuh biaya Rupiah, waktu, tenaga, mental, kesempatan... pokoknya biaya deh! Dan di Indonesia Banking School sendiri persaingan lumayan rumit, dosen banyak yang killer. Untuk sekedar dapet nilai B, kalo ngga ada niat belajar, jangan harap minta kebaikan dosen.

Begitulah Indonesia Banking School, institusi kebanggaan saya :)


Selesainya skripsi dan masa jabatan gue sebagai mahasiswa S1 ga bakal ada tanpa nama-nama di bawah ini. Mereka semua berperan penting. Terimakasih. Sungguh. :)






My Super Pompom Team




Thank You very much, dear Allah, for loving me this way: giving me all these people to hold my back when I think I'm falling behind. Thank you guys, for your presence and existence on that "judgement day", simply be there just when I need you to be. Good luck for each of you, may Allah give you good things in return :')



mata sembab, masih berair, abis sesek napas... S.E jugaaa~



Alhamdulillah :)

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Sweet Dream, Dreamer!

"Everyone needs to have a dream."
"Dream Big."
"Dream, dreamer!"

So what is your dream?

If you're asking that, I will not elaborate my dream becoming a superstar nor becoming one of ten most inspiring women in the world (just like Sri Mulyani) nor becoming a master chef. I just have this little... perhaps cheesy dream... that I continuously dream on. You know it's just happened. Through my head, my mind and I have not enough strength to overcome it. Perhaps that's just the way I want.

And yes, talking about having a dream...

I would like to be a superstar... in my own workfield. I might be a banker, as I planned, and I want me to be a star in my work place. I know my ability and capability, so I want me to shine there. And even if I happen to quit my job later on (I just know it's gonna happen someday), I wanna be a superstar doing a business. Perhaps... a restaurant-owner? A writer? Who knows. I just want to shine on what I'll be doing :)

I would like to be the inspiring woman... for my little future family. I wanna be the woman who strongly stand behind the man that's gonna be my imam, support him on his career, his work, his dream... be there whenever he needs me and just... be the woman he needs. I wanna be this woman whose kids adore her like she's the idol. To nurture, to care, and to give her kids all the love she got. To raise the kids with her (future) husband. Sounds like a fairy tale and I know nothing's going perfect but we write story of happiness, don't we? :)

And I would like to be the chef master... in my own kitchen. I am going to cook my husband and kids a breakfast every morning. Greet my kids after school with a perfect lunch. And cook dinner for my little family that will make them miss my dinner if they're away. I want to deliver my love with my cooking. Wouldn't be as equal as my mother-in-law, the taste of my cooking, but at least I give the same love in it. Seems delicious as I wish it will :)

Yea yea, I just have to find out who will taste all my cooking later and to make the story together. And yes I know, I'm becoming somebody who is mushy or sloppy or even weak, but I really love to dream this sweet dream.

I'm going to pursue it. I'm going to be with someone who'd like to share our dream.
Insya Allah, aamiin. :')


Cooking Pasta: A Professional Amateur

Hello! I am so excited today.
I am supposed to just lay on my bed an thinking to be healthy again as soon as possible because I will have this final-of-all test before I finally have my Sarjana Ekonomi (S.E.) behind my name, however, I was so hungry and my mum wasn't home so I deciced to look over the kitchen and see what to cook.

I found a pack of macaroni and a half pack of spaghetti. And I know what to turn them into: Macaroni Schotel and Spaghetti Aglio Olio.


So I will elaborate you how I cook my Stuffed Spaghetti Aglio Olio (that's how I name my cooking, Stuffed Spaghetti Aglio Olio).

Oia, karena gue bukan seorang yang sangat profesional di dapur, jadi jangan marah kalo gue menulis jumlah bumbu dapur yang dipake dengan "sedikit aja" atau "secukupnya" atau bahkan "seikhlasnya".

Pertama, lo butuh:
1 pak spaghetti (bisa mudah dibeli di supermarket)
2 siung bawang putih (diulek atau diiris tipis tipis)
Bawang bombay (potong dadu, sedikit aja)
Pala bubuk
Lada bubuk
Garam
Olive oil atau minyak zaitun (dibeli di supermarket atau hypermarket. jujur aja, harganya mahal -.-)
Smoked beef (bisa diganti sama daging cincang)
Jamur
Basil dan oregano (ada di supermarket)
Keju

Caranya:
1.Panasin air di panci yang agak besar (atau tinggi) untuk memasak spaghetti. Tambahin garam kedalam spaghetti yang lagi dimasak.

2. Siapin pan untuk menggoreng saus zaitun. Panasin pan. Masukin 4-5 sendok makan minyak zaitun (tergantung banyaknya spaghetti yang mau dibikin. karena gue cuma masak setengah, makanya 4-5 sendok makan penuh minyak zaitun udah cukup) dan masukin bawang putih dan bawang bombay yang udah diolah. Apinya medium-low yaa, jangan maksimal.

3. Potong memanjang smoked beef (atau dadu juga boleh), cuci jamur dengan air panas, tiriskan. (p.s.: di supermarket ada jamur yang udah siap masak, tinggal dicuci air panas terus langsung diolah, ga perlu dipotong-potong.)

4. Masukin potongan smoked beef dan jamur ke dalam pan, aduk. Tambah garam, lada, dan pala bubuk secukupnya. Aduk dengan api kecil, jangan sampai bawangnya gosong.

5. Setelah spaghettinya masak, tiriskan. Matikan juga pan yang berisi minyak zaitun.

6. Biar mudah saat mengaduk spaghetti dengan saus zaitun, masukan spaghetti ke dalam pan yang berisi minyak zaitun. Tambahkan oregano dan basil, aduk.

7. Siapkan piring, sajikan spaghetti yang telah diaduk dengan taburan keju parut diatasnya.

8. Stuffed Spaghetti Aglio Olio siap dihidangkan. :9





So there there my Stuffed Aglio Olio Recipe. I know it doesn't sound so Italy. The truth is I found this recipe without any smoked beef nor mushroom, but I made it myself to be more stuffed hehe.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

A Finally-Published Letter Draft

Dear My Future Husband,

Man, you won't regret getting me as your lifetime partner. I've been so ugly far before I met you, then I got prettier (not that I'm 'that' pretty but just better than I was), I cover the beauty I have with this coloured veil. It's all for you. I only want to look pretty for you.

My man, you will be pleased having me as your housewife. I've been given a big responsibility as the first child, the eldest sibling. I am independent. I don't like the idea of being a spoiled girl because it's just not how a big sister behaves.

Even though I cannot guarantee our life will always be happy, but I guarantee I'll try my very best to make our life happy. It's not a guarantee either that we'll have a happy story, but I know we'll write a story of happiness, you and I.

My cooking will never be as good as your mother's, darling. But I want to learn cooking. Our cooking will never stand as equal but I wish it'll be nearly good as your mother's.

Dear, raising our kids will never as easy as we plan. So too building our home: to furnish it with stuff and spirit. It won't be easy too to manage cash. You know what I mean, dear. The ups and downs, as long as you love me, I'll fight for you.


My Dearest Future Husband,

I wish the next Eid we could meet up and celebrate it together. I've been longing for that.


My Lifetime Partner Dear,

Where in the world are you now?


Written: August 18, 2012
The Last Night of Ramadhan.
Syawal 1433 H night eve.
With the wish to be in your arm, my dear future husband.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Lesson Your Future Kids Should Learn...

...teach them RESPONSIBILITY.

So I had this terrible story today. It's about two kittens who were abandoned (I don't know exactly, whether they were abandoned by their kitty mum or abandoned by the people who supposed to be their owner). It started two days ago~~

I heard small meows from outside my house. I thought it was kitty meows (and I turned up correct) and I thought 'oh somebody must have these kittens newly born and keep the kittens with them' and 'poor kitties. they must have waited for their mum to be home'. But my thoughts were completely biased. The correct one was: somebody, who happened to be my neighbor, took these two cute and playful kittens from I-don't-know but since those kitties arrived at his home, he couldn't take a real good care of the kittens. Instead of taking the kittens a good care, he just left the kittens in a small box (used as shoes box) in a nearly field, which happened to be just in front of my house.

The next day, it was totally a sunny day. I heard a kitty meows again and that time I tried to find where the sound came from. I found it. A small cat, probably a month old, meowing in kind of help-me-I-can't-get-out in a water sewage. It was very hot, and there was a little cat, inside the water sewage, couldn't get out, hungry, and was suffering from the heat. The other kitty also experienced the same, on the other sewage.

So I got them out from the sewage, brought them to my house, and gave them a small plate of milk (it was Boy's, by the way, my four-year-old cat. And Boy didn't like to share milk with anyone, kittens included). They were so cute and playful. The grey kitty was the most playful than the yellow one since the yellow cat liked to be cuddled instead of playing around. So I cuddled the yellow while I also played with the grey.


They were still playing while enjoying the milk I served.



It was in the day. An hour after, I left them outside to play around while I was away somewhere. I went back home at night and arrived a bit late, around 11.

That was when I felt something was wrong. I didn't see the cats and I also couldn't hear them meows. I wasn't thinking that they were taken back to my neighbor who took them home. So I walked to the field and looked if there's something absurd there. And as I said 'puusss...' a small and light meow came from my left, and it was nothing but a small shoes box, with many rocks upon it.

Can you just imagine how rude that was? Two kittens was inside the small box, which was covered by many hard rocks upon it.

I opened it right away. True. Two small cats were gasping. No air holes were there. My heart was breaking. I got them two out, brought them to my house, gave them the warmest hug, and served them milk. I really wished I could keep them for real but my dad didn't like them (he actually likes cats but I don't know why this time he didn't like it ergh) and they would had been a disaster to Boy's territory. So I kept them outside and planned to give them milk at regular time.

The next morning, I woke up and thought about the kittens right away. No meows, that was strange. Then I got dressed and stepped outside and yup. The kittens. They were inside the box with rocks upon it again. Don't ask me who did it cos I don't know. If I knew I would smack him in the face I swear!

Right then was different. As I pulled over the stones, I called them 'puuuss' but there were no meow to reply. My heart pounded. True. The grey kitty died. The yellow one still gasping for air but he couldn't be saved. I cried. I cursed that human who brought them here and treated them this way. It might sound so crazy but I love cats, just like Prophet Muhammad. I cried, I got mad, I cursed, I was sad.

I took the yellow out from the box, for I saw he's still gasping. I stroke the grey in the head, whispered him a goodbye. As I brought the yellow one to a post nearby (pos satpam, very near to my house too), I left him to look for a help to bury the grey. I wasn't that lucky. None could help and my mum was so busy, she called me back and forth and I had to be there for her.

Finished with my mum, I got back to the post and found Aki, the security, in the post.
"Ki... loh, kucingnya mana?" | "Ki... err, where's the cat?"
"Udah mati. Udah aki kubur tuh disitu." | "He's died. I've buried him there."
*my heart broke, the yellow died...*

"Ki, bisa minta tolong ga? Itu ada lagi yang udah mati, warna abu-abu, di kotak itu. Tolong kuburin, ki." | "Ki can I ask a favor? There's another one died, the grey one, in that box. Could you please bury him?"

After a small chat and a brief explanation about whose cats were those, Aki buried the grey. I thanked him a lot for that.

So this ain't only about cats. This is about being responsible and what's right or wrong. I don't claim what I did was right but I wasn't the one who put cats in tiny, no-air box and covered the box with rocks. And talking about responsibility, yes, you HAVE TO be responsible to anything you deciced to take. Don't flip them away. Teach this to your future kids, please. I don't want another unfortunate cats die the same way.



Aah... kitties... I miss you already...




Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Don't Trust All The Sentences in Italic


I was so wrong for letting myself dream high about us. I end up nothing but pieces of hopes like I knew I would. Yea, I knew I'd end up like this but I kept on and on and on dreaming about the sweetest probability of you and I.

30 minutes earlier I was thinking of building a peaceful home with you. Have kids. Raise a wonderful family. Share dreams and wills. You know, that sort of dream. But the next 30 minutes later you slap me with the fact that... I just mean nothing for you after all this time.

Oh no worries. I am used to a heart that's aching. I am used to swallow bitterness of fact. Yea sure, please. Don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine. I'm strong I can feel muscles here inside my soul.

Look at me. I'm smiling, right?

You've been acting so cold and I couldn't understand what happened. You probably already get bored of this--of me, I get it. Or perhaps you already find another prettier than me with some delightful chats between you, that's so ok. Err... maybe you get back to your ex that you've been longing so bad. Oh that's fine with me. Seriously.

Stare at me. There are no tears, right?
♫ I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose♫ Fire away, fire away
So... Wait, sorry I need to take a deep breath first.

*inhale*
*exhale*

So... Thank you. Very much. If there's any word best replaced Thank You Very Much I would use it and send it to you as my regards. Thanks. For the past months you had been so generous to me. On my birthday, my downs, my thesis, my stories, my ups... gave me stupid things I asked. Well I'm sorry for bothering you, though, but I'm so thankful. Thank you thank you thank you. I can't be thank you enough.

Hey, relax. My knees can hold me up still, I'm not shaking.

This is for the second time I've been posting such message to somebody like you, who had beed very very very very nice to me:
Be good. Go get your dream, I know you can. Finish your school stuff, take scholarship, fly across Indonesia and perhaps you may see me there in that nation you wish to visit.
Keep the faith to Allah, don't let anything ruins your faith. And thank you. For the good advise and everything. Thank you.
♫ You shoot me down, but I won't fall♫ I am titanium...
What? No, of course not. I'm not pale and I don't feel like getting migraine. ☺

There's only one thing we should realize. We've been too good--way too good--we forget we haven't met each other yet. Or perhaps we remember but pay less attention to it. Actually I pay a lot attention about it but... *sigh* forget it. (♫ I just haven't met you yet.)
*giggle*

I'm perhaps made of titanium. I don't know. I feel like I'm too strong for this. And if you can see my heart, it has strong muscles.
♫ Stone-hard as bulletproof glass


credits
Titanium - David Guetta feat. Sia
Haven't Met You Yet - Michael Buble 

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Oh-So-Me Songs

Michael Buble - Haven't Met You Yet




there are songs that are really got into some people's life stories.
just like his song above, Haven't Met You Yet.
or perhaps this song below, I Knew I Loved You.
though being in love would be a little too fast to judge.
yea I really think you and I should really meet up someday.
you shouldn't be mind about it.
afterall, we've been really good.
;)


Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You


Saturday, August 11, 2012

poppysmic

satu kalimat lagi yang tak terungkap.
maunya hati berkata ini itu, lisan tak terucap.
otak rasanya kusut, tak tahan dengan keinginan yg meluap.

bodoh.
bodoh.
yang dimau hanya satu, bagaimana mungkin sulit diucap?
bahkan untuk memilah kata--ah!

semuanya berkerubung di kepala.
berisik rasanya dengan suara entah dari mana bergerumung di telinga.
mencelos asa di hati.
letih, letih sendiri.

maunya aku ya kamu.
kamu yang disitu.
yang saat aku sedih kamu menghiburku.
saat aku jatuh kamu mendukungku.
dan saat aku susah kamu mendoakanku.

aku hanya mau kamu.
butuh berbagi denganmu.
mm, rasanya aku rindu kamu.

hey, semoga kamu sehat dan diberi kelancaran di semua urusanmu.

Ramadhan Kali Ini

Ada yang beda di Ramadhan kali ini.

Papa sakit. Sekarang masih di rumah sakit. Sampe sampe papa harus ngerayain ulang tahunnya di rumah sakit tanggal 5 Agustus lalu. Agak miris sih. Ya gitu deh.

Dan Ramadhan setahun lalu. Masih jelas di kepala gue segala drama dan balada dengan dia. Yang sekarang sepertinya kita udah saling cuek. Ada apa dengan dua anak manusia--setahun yang lalu bisa saling menggombal, berkata manis, dan saling memberi harapan, tapi sekarang udah kayak orang yang baru kenal? We were never meant for do or die.

Ramadhan tahun lalu, waktu masih erat persahabatan kita. Masih menomor-satukan indahnya pertemanan. Dan kemudian kini gue harus mengalah pada egoisme berkasih-kasihan antara sahabat dengan kekasihnya. Ngga ada yang salah dengan itu, ga ada. Gue tekankan sekali lagi: GA ADA YANG SALAH DENGAN HAL ITU, GA ADA. Yang salah hanya kita yang pada tahun baru 2012 lalu berjanji untuk selalu bersama walau masing masing dari kita udah punya pacar kemudian lalai terhadap janji yang dibuat. Walau gue belum punya pacar (ga usah di-emphasize kali fan) (yaudahsih blog gue ini. masalah buat lo?).

Walau udah tiga tahun tinggal di lingkungan ini, gue masih belum merasa chemistry-nya. Sama sekali ngga ada. Aaah, how I miss my old neighborhood during Ramadhan. Gue masih inget rombongan bocah dengan panci dan bedug yang jalan kelilingan komplek sambil teriak "saoooorrr saaooorr" *dung dung pak dung pak*, atau Pak Naim, penjaga mesjid Ar Rahman yang selalu mengumumkan "assalamualaikum bapak bapak, ibu ibu, SAUUUURRR. Saatnya sauuurrr. Ibuuu, bapak.... SAAAAUUUURRRR" dengan toa masjid persis di jam 3 dan jam 3.30. Masih lekat juga di kepala gue ramenya depan rumah sama orang-orang yang mau ke mesjid, ade gue yang disamperin temennya buat ke mesjid, dan banyaknya abang jajanan di mesjid. Betul. Abang jajanan. Dari mulai abang es doger, abang cimol, abang somay, abang makaroni dan lidi lidian, abang gorengan, dan abang jajanan lainnya. Sempet bingung itu mesjid apa SD (-.-"). Dan itu semua...ga ada disini.

Aahh good old days...

Tapi ada satu hal yang selalu sama dari Ramadhan entah kapan. Yang sama adalah doa gue. Doa memohon dikasi laki yang paling becus buat gue. Bukan yang cuma sok berpendirian tapi digoyah dikit berubah (gak cocok sama gue yang tegas dan berprinsip). Bukan juga yang demennya ngegombal dan umbar ajakan sana sini tapi ga ada realisasi (oke, gue suka digombalin tapi gue ga suka digantungin). Dan kalo temen-temen gue pada pacaran sementara gue gagal sebelum berkembang, mm, mungkin Allah mau selametin gue dari dosa berpacaran kali yah. Atau, pacarannya gue nanti spesial kayak martabak: pacaran dengan laki yang becus dan dengan pasti melangkah ke masa depan bagi kita *mimisan*.

Yakin.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Just Terrible

No I'm not a spoiled I know it. I'm independent and I always be. But today, yea today, I went a rough and terrible day and I needed you. Where were you? Where have you been? What were you doing? How are you--we haven't talk ever since? Didn't you... Didn't you...miss me...just as I always be...?

I have this kind of terrible thoughts I don't know how to tell you how I miss you.

I hope you always be just fine. :)

Friday, July 20, 2012

cuma satu

cuma satu yang gue tunggu.
cuma satu yang selalu terucap saat gue berdoa.
cuma satu yang selalu bikin gue tersenyum iri dan penuh harap.

ngga yakin apa gue bisa menunggu lebih lama lagi.
tapi apa mau dikata.
ya ini jalannya.

gue cukup kuat memegang keyakinan.
penuh harap dalam doa.
karena gue cuma mau satu itu.
satu itu saja.
lalu cukup.

lalu cukupkah?

ah...
dimana dia...

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Dikejar 'Deadline'

Sore ini gue beserta cewek-cewek gue main ke salah satu tempat di Kemang. Sebut saja Seven Eleven Codefin (itu mah sebut lokasi beneran fan -___-). Dengan gaya bak teenager, kita beli cemilan-cemilan dan tak lupa disertai keju sevel yang merupakan satu-satunya produk gratis yang bisa dinikmati di Ibukota.

Awalnya kita ngobrol mulai hal-hal yang ringan dan bersifat ke-kuliah-an. Misalnya, bahas Icana yang baru aja semhas, Rina yang lagi nungguin telfon dari kampus untuk kabar jadwal semhas, Tika yang baru memulai nyusun skripsi, dan gue yang (terpaksa) menunda sidang sampai bulan September. Itu baru awalnya. Akhirnya?

Before going to the end, it's just something you might need to know that we (especially me, Icana, and Rina), twenty-something ladies, actually have been thinking of... you know... having a "settle" life. Like... finished the bachelor degree, working on a carrier, meeting a man--the gentle one, and yup, I suppose you can already guess! It's getting married.

I know, it's harder to act rather than saying it. Example, marriage is not always as happy as it is crossed your mind. Belajar dari keluarga kakak sepupu gue dan kehidupan rumah tangga nyokap-bokap gue sendiri, gue paham betul kok "pernikahan" itu bukan sesuatu yang gampang. Dan tidak sesempurna saat kita menulis cerita tentang a happy marriage. Theory is never happening in real life *I'm so skeptical.

duh kok berat amat ya omongannya? S.E aja masih September. belom cari kerja, belom beli mobil sendiri. dan belom juga dapet calonnya! *jleb*

Anyway. I don't think it's wrong for me (and my friends or even you) talking about marriage.

So, Icana bilang gini sore tadi: "Gue tuh maunya yang serius, Fan. Kalo untuk pacaran lagi kayaknya gue males deh, buang-buang waktu. Ga jelas pacaran tuh sebenernya mau dibawa kemana hubungannya. Mau main-main, apa mau serius. Gue udah capek kalo buat main-main aja."
Ada benernya sih. Pacaran lama... say, 5 years or perhaps 7 years, but when you're not going anywhere but staying there... well... I don't think it's a serious relationship.

Lain lagi Rina, yang males memulai dari nol untuk kenal sama pria baru sampai akhirnya menjadi 'sesuatu'. "Gue males sih mulai lagi dari awal..." Selalu itu kalimat yang jadi alasannya kalo gue suruh kenalan sama orang baru. Dan gue pikir, bukannya dia ga mau kenal sama orang baru. Mungkin belum saatnya aja dia bertindak untuk kenalan. Lagipula, udah kurus dan makin cantik gini pasti nanti banyak yang in line dibelakang lo minta nomer lo and call you maybe, Rin. Azeeekk :D

Kalo Tika sih katanya santai kalo soal jodoh. Uni yang satu ini mungkin bakal dijodohin kali yah? Hihi :p Tapi bener loh. Jodoh itu kan udah ada yang atur, ya gak?

"Jodoh itu di tangan Tuhan. Jadi kita harus ambil jodoh kita dari tangan-Nya."

Kalo lo, Fan?
Gue? Hmm... gue selama ini udah cukup digantung-gantung, diombang-ambing ga jelas *sambil kemudian lagu mau diibaaawaaa kemanaaa hubungaan khithaaaaaaaa terngiang*. Gue mungkin sama seperti Icana. Pengennya settle dalam suatu hubungan yang bisa dibawa ke pelaminan *aiiihhh mimisan*. Tapi kalo emang jalannya gue mesti terombang-ambing dulu atau naracap dulu ya... itu kan jalannya. I don't set how it would be. I just set "my time" to be.
#curcol


Me - Icana - Rina


Hmm... dikejar 'deadline' kah kami para ciwi-ciwi yang baru akan diwisuda November ini? Kita udah mature-kah? Adult? Atau hanya emosi dan angan belaka? Pengharapan?

Snow White could dream of having her Prince coming to kiss her awake. Cinderella wished to have a Prince that could save her form her step-mom cruelty. Princess Viona has waited long enough to finally met Shrek who kissed her curse away. So, me dreaming away for my future gentleman who will spend our lifetime with, to be my imam, to cook him dishes, and to be his only one spirit, has never seemed to be a problem.

But then a question appears: Who?
Remains a mystery.


"Ya Tuhan, jodohku turunin dong, jangan dipegang mulu..."

dream wedding: sea side...

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Hey, thanks!

Hey, thanks! Thanks a lot!

Thanks for curing this I-miss-you feeling I've been keeping on for the last days I was busy. Well, 'days' don't seem to be the same like 'months' or whatever longer but still, I miss talking to you. Though just a small chat, I would still miss it.

Hey, hey, I missed you!

Somehow you cured me and thank you. Thank you. I can only say thank you and I just wanna thank you.

I wouldn't mind get up so early again for having some time spend with you again. Ah... yes, please :)

Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Jakarta Model UN 2012 Experience

I was asked by a friend of mine, who was in charged for Jakarta Model United Nations 2012, to be one of Campus Coordinator without any CV to submit (but anyway in the end of it all, the Campus Coordinator Manager asked me to submit my CV in order to fill out the database). From then on, I was the Campus Coordinator (furthermore you'll find this abbreviation as CC) for my institution, Indonesia Banking School.

It was SO hard, you know, to introduce a brand new activity besides banking and economics since this kind of international activity is so International-Relation, so much "diplomacy", which just didn't fit our instituion mission: be a great banker.

I put a lot of effort to attain my own goal as CC: having 2 or more delegates from Indonesia Banking School, therefore people will recognize the existence of Indonesia Banking School who just turned out to be an 8-year-old institution this year.

Anyway, for all of the effort I already gave, I had these guys in return to be the Distinguished Delegates from Indonesia Banking School: Mas Lukito Pakusadewo and I Dewa Made Agung Kertha Nugraha  who passed the selection progress (formerly I had 3 gentlemen who applied: them mentioned above plus Bayu Ramadhan Putra. Somehow Rama didn't pass the selection process. I think that was fine for him since he got that Abang-None stuff to work on).

Luki - Me - Dewa


Though I didn't attend the full conference of three days (I only attend 2 days--4 sessions--while the full conference was held in three days) but I can sum up that IT WAS TOTALLY INTERESTING having myself in a group of smart and critical people who dare to speak up and having themselves to be the attention while they were debating of some international issues. Great moments, great people, great minds, great debate--JUST GREAT.

Well, I too have to say that some times I found myself bored about that Final-Resolution-so-we-can-save-the-world-from-GHG-emission but hell about it. In the end, I find it was all pretty much amazing and somewhat a new experience for me!

From only being a CC and having my own goals, spreading the news out, getting these two gentlemen as delegates, opening ceremony and cultural night (which I couldn't come), conferences, flash mob, committee dinner, city tour through gala dinner, I enjoyed all that. I met new people, got new mind, experienced something I haven't had, had new acquaintances, and yep, got this new topic to write about. Hehe.


At Ragunan Zoo: Tree Planting Act, Social Act, Zoo Tour and Games.
We were having a game here in this photo. It was "picture you and your teammates with a certain animal based on the clue you got"

Yulia - Rizka - Me - Abi (he's a sweet, shy, childish high school student)

Dina (STAN) - Yulia (Politeknik Manufaktur Astra) - Rizka (Politeknik PLN) - Me (Should I elaborate again?)

Some UNFCCC girls

My two gentlemen: Luki and Dewa: Delegate of Slovakia (UN-GA) and Kazakhstan (UNFCCC)

Some of UNFCCC (plus one UN-GA) boys

UNFCCC at the Committee Dinner

UNFCCC after Flash Mob

Me on Flash Mob


I believe there are many other things that I couldn't write all that here in one post, like I met some people with a well-trained British accent (and obviously made me go like ergh-I-want-that-accent-too and how-could-you-speak-such-accent-!), some Laos people, the Malaysian delegate, some people who go abroad to study, some high school fellas (ow yeah I'm so young! \m/), and *uhuk* a little bit of drama. Well in every event I suppose, there'll be some kind of drama. LOL. Anyway, forget it.

Oh, it was also a TOTAL REFRESHMENT after I had my skripsi done and my seminar hasil done! Woohooo!

So, shall I had another MUN? Perhaps abroad?


DELEGATE
DIOFANY HERVILITA
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
UNFCCC