it's just life.

seperempat

2012-01-25T23:06:00.001+01:00

sengaja ngepost hari ini biar umurnya sama ama tanggal postingan. haha.

genap sudah seperempat abad saya menghirup udara dunia. tua atau muda itu relatif, yang penting terus menerus memperbaiki diri.

hosh!

accidental finding

2012-01-17T20:01:00.001+01:00

should I put this as a background music here? :))

keliling indonesia

2012-01-16T11:42:00.003+01:00

Den Haag, 2012.

tot straks

2012-01-08T21:51:00.001+01:00

the time has come, the time to move out from this dorm.
looking at this empty room, surprisingly, small part of me feels kinda sad.

and the uncertainty ahead, makes it even more.

i need to watch a funny movies.

sometimes

2011-12-21T19:17:00.000+01:00

in our life, we often face uncomfortable situations.
most of the times,
we have to deal with them
no matter what.

what does not kill you
will make you stronger,

they say.

but sometimes,
all you need is

just

walk away.

that feeling

2011-12-03T23:10:00.001+01:00

people like bargaining things. get the things you want, with a low price, hope not with a low quality. well, sometimes you just know, ada rupa ada harga.

another thing about bargaining it's not about how low the price is, but that feeling when you win the bargain.

so today, there was an open market and i went to one of the phone stand. I was looking for a phone case.

me: how much is it?
meneer: 10 euro
me: 10??

the same price like in the big store. hell no.

me: 5 euro, yes?
meneer: noo, i can't.
me: yeees...
meneer: noo...
me: 8?
meneer: in indonesia, also 10 euro!

heeeey, why did he bring up my country? i even didnt mention it...

me: noooo, in indonesia, i bought this for iphone, it was 5 euro!
meneer: .....
me: 8 yes?
meneer: .......ok, 8 euro.

and then i paid with 50 euro money =))

meme from http://knowyourmeme.com

kecebur

2011-11-27T00:00:00.001+01:00

kalau kecebur itu pilihannya cuma dua, tenggelam atau berenang menyelam menikmati pemandangan.

asumsi: udah bisa berenang.

gone away

2011-11-23T00:44:00.001+01:00

i've been finding puzzle pieces of us
kept in the dust
i've been hiding letters and photograph frames
to forget your name

we were never meant to be this damn broken
words were never meant to be this half spoken

fallin' in the space between the universe
and all we see has gone away
gone away

i've been tracing my steps in fingerprint clues
and clips in the news
wondering why in our lives the wind calls our names
and we're never the same

winding circles take me back to
the place i knew when i was with you

- Lucy Schwartz

dull

2011-11-23T00:07:00.001+01:00

i tend to write short. short sentence. straight to the point.

and lot of spaces.

i dont like too many sentences in one paragraph or a long one sentence with lot of commas or semicolons, it just make me lost when i read it, dont you feel the same way? when you read writings, first impression is important. for me, if i see a long long long one paragraph that take spaces almost one-third or half of the pages, it just makes me feel tired before read it and i lost my interest a bit. well, i will try to read but it is better to make it short enough. it gives the time to break, take a breath before continue to read the next paragraphs. but sometimes, if the book really hooked me, then i wont notice those paragraphs. haha. and i dont know why, long paragraphs remind of textbook, like academic textbook. not a good reminder, i'd say. well, i try to make a long paragraph here. but i think it's not long enough. let's add some more sentences. such a bad weather these days, isnt it? no wonder dutch was really hard to let us go. probably they just wanted to run away from their bad bad weather here. huh. is it long enough? hmm, not really. well, whatever.

see, that's just dull.

man, it's almost a year already and i have not finished half of it yet. :))

susah

2011-11-20T00:27:00.001+01:00

susah buat nentuin tulisan mana yang gw banggain. tulisan gw emang bukan tulisan yang dibuat serius atau dengan riset yang niat. tulisan gw hanya sekitar kejadian yang gw alami, apa yang gw rasakan, hal-hal yang gw pikirkan, mimpi, atau cuma sekedar racauan ga jelas. buat orang-orang yang pernah dan ngerasa gw tulis disini, maaf ya kalau ada salah-salah kata :D

kadang gw ingin bikin tulisan yang serius, berbobot, informatif, kayak blog-blog lain yang terkenal. dipikir-pikir lagi, buat apa harus terbebani dan ikut-ikut kayak gitu? i write what i want to write. so i'll just stay the way it is.

anyway, dari statistik blog ini, 5 tulisan gw yang paling banyak dibaca:
1. tentang tulisan gw yang terbit, ditolong sama promosi tulisan dari penulis-penulis lain juga sih.
2. review buku Your Job Is Not Your Career, emang lagi hip banget ya tentang passion.
3. dialog di film grey's anatomy. kayaknya pengaruh judul jadi banyak orang yang liat :p
4. sign. salah satu kejadian kayak kesamber petir. you just cant imagine how the universe works :)
5. tujuh belas agustus.

dan semuanya engga ada tulisan di tahun 2011. ada 2 kemungkinan, tulisan gw tahun ini ga cukup menarik buat dibaca atau orang-orang mulai malas baca blog. i prefer to believe the second one :))

day 7: favorite book

2011-11-15T22:21:00.001+01:00

saya selalu bingung kalau ditanya buku favorit. banyak soalnya.

eh, definisi favorit dulu deh. kalau ditanya buku favorit, dalam pikiran saya berarti buku yang paling menyenangkan, paling seru, yang mengaduk perasaan, yang bikin teriak-teriak sendiri karena sebel atau kaget, yang bikin berat hati buat berhenti baca. kayaknya sama aja definisinya buat semua orang ya :p

OOT dikit.

kadang, ngerasa kata 'favorit' ini bikin diskriminasi.

murid favorit. gimana perasaan murid-murid lainnya? ada yang merasa diabaikan, iri, acuh, tapi seharusnya bisa jadi motivasi buat jadi murid favorit juga. semuanya termotivasi, semuanya jadi murid favorit. semua senang!

baju favorit. kasian, dipake terus jadi lusuh atau bahkan ga dipake sama sekali karena sayangnya.

yang bikin bingung, pemenang favorit. dibanding pemenang pertama, biasanya lebih "rendah" kedudukannya. tapi kan dia favorit semua orang/juri, kenapa ga jadi pemenang pertama aja?

balik lagi ke buku favorit. jadi, setelah mengingat-ingat buku seru apa yang dibaca terakhir kali.....kayaknya perahu kertas. 2 tahun lalu =.=

seperti kalimat pertama di postingan itu, buku ini mengobrak-abrik perasaan. sebenarnya.... saya udah lupa cerita buku ini kayak gimana :)) bukan tipe orang yang suka baca buku yang sama berkali-kali, soalnya pasti ada buku baru lain yang belum dibaca :))

anyway, ga inget detail ceritanya tapi inget endingnya. agak kecewa tapi gapapa, cerita keseluruhannya bagus. well, it's Dee, one of popular writers. saya suka beberapa bukunya, suka kemampuannya nulis dengan gaya yang beda-beda. dari yang serius-muram sampe yang guyon dimana-mana. gak sukanya kadang pakai kata-kata ajaib yang engga dimengerti :)) otak saya aja yang terbatas ya :p

udah sampai 7, yeaaaaay!

the invisible laundry

2011-11-04T21:00:00.000+01:00

I was cooking in the kitchen and some friends were eating their dinner there too, when one of my dormmate, let's say P, came in with a shock in his face.

P: "Hey do you know what happens with the washing machine?"
Q: "What? what happened?"
P: "The machine is on but there's no clothes in there and my clothes are gone!"
Me: "What??"
P: "I put my clothes inside and now, i can't find it anywhere. the machine is empty!"

P and i went to the laundry room. The washing machine was on. I looked inside and it looked empty.

P: "See? there's no clothes in there!"
Me: "Are you sure not one of these clothes is yours?"

I pointed to many stack of clothes there. Apparently, today was a laundry day for everyone.

P: "No. This not mine..... this not too...."
Me: "Are you sure?"

P checked once again. "No..."

Then I remembered my cooking and went back to the kitchen. "Sorry..."

A few minutes later, P went back to the kitchen with a sad face.

R: "Still not found your clothes?"
P: "No..."
S: "Are you sure?"
R: "Somebody steals your clothes??"
Q: "Do you know who just used it?"
R: "No, I dont know."

P, Q, R, S went to the laundry room and P explained what happened again. And...

Beep beep beep beep. That's the sound from the washing machine, it finished.

P: "HEY! THE MACHINE IS FULL AGAIN!"

Hah? I rushed to the laundry room.

Yes, the clothes were there, inside the machine.

P: "How is this happened? It was not there before! You saw that too, right?"
Me: "Yeah! ....Oh. I know why, it's the spin. The spin was so fast, you couldn't see the clothes."
R: "Oh God, P! Are you having illusions? Did you have too much marijuana??"

I went back to the kitchen and LOLed.

are you laughing?

2011-10-29T23:32:00.001+02:00

got no clue when i have to write a funny story. i am not the kind of person who can come up with a good joke or a funny story. well, surely there are some funny things happen in my life but it is not that easy to reconstruct the funny aspect, the punch line. you see, sometimes the funny aspect is about face expression or the situation itself which is hard to describe in words.

like a few days ago, i was walking in front of my friend and he kept mumbling about the same word with a different tones!

thank you! thaaaank you! thank youuuuuu!

and then after few minutes, i gave him the look: "duuuuuuude, seriously???"

i think that was funny, so we laughed. but here, it does not seem so funny anymore, doesnt it?

or when i and my classmates went for an excursion to a poultry farm, we saw this huuuge henhouse with the chickens all over *of course*. but then, there were two chickens walked on the high pipes on the wall and one of my friend said,

"look! they are trying to escape, like prison break!"
"oh yeah! probably one of the chicken has the blueprint tattoo in its body!"

that's just... stupid :))

or sometimes it involves an inside joke which is not everyone can understand. when i was still in greece, i chatted with my friend about indonesian food and then he said,

"you should compare the siomay there!"
"siomay? here? you mean dumpling?"
"no! siomay! siomay SPAARRTAAA!"

then i laughed really loud for, probably, half a minute. i had not heard that for a long time, so i really didnt see that coming :))

man, it is hard to write a funny story. kudos to comedians!

there is a time

2011-10-01T22:59:00.001+02:00

there is a time when you are so in doubt in every things.
in every steps you took and will take.
in every decisions you made and will make.
in every 'what ifs' in your head.

but too much thinking is not always good.

sometimes, it's not that bad when you are less thinking.
you just do.

and if things do not happen as you want
there will be a time to think a way to overcome them.

in 20 years

2011-09-09T21:26:00.001+02:00

this are the most frequent questions. probably i have written about it in this blog but i forgot in which post :))
you know, sometimes i reread what i wrote here and i was amazed. why did i write that? how did i come up with that? i didnt even remember i wrote that. it's like reading someone else's writing.

pretty cool.

anyway, i dont mind to write about this again and gotta mark this one, so i wont forget next time.

well, i've been writing since i knew how to move my hand properly on paper. i wrote about daily things or what somebody had said to somebody else. i wrote about action and reaction of it. once, i wrote in another form, people called it drawing. but i was bad on that so i sticked with alphabets.

in early times, i could write about (almost) anything. i wrote about friendship, thriller, adventure, or whatever. but somehow, in recent years, i felt comfortable with the dark side of me. i'm your father, Luke. the side that feel sadness, depression, anger, cynical, and absurdity. although i pushed myself to explore my imagination, i always come back to it. i dont mind because with that kind of stories is how i got my writings published. mostly the stories had a sad or bad ending. well, reality is not always happily ever after, right?

while some people see me as a funny person, i come up with different things, different from what people expect. sometimes, i wonder if i have a split personality. haha!

***
that probably the answer for day 5 question from someone else in 20 years from now. perplexed? :p

next phase: tilburg

2011-08-18T16:03:00.002+02:00

it's a small city in netherlands, FYI. so, my next semester will start in less than two weeks. plus, i have to think about internship and thesis. huoooooo...

so far, everything is good except the dorm. i dont know how 17 people survive in this flat. everyone (not my neighbors, of course) i met had a bad opinion about it.

"that place is soo noisy..."
"if you wanna study, dont live there!"
"man, they are partying from wednesday to sunday!"
"dirty dishes, that's just the start, you have not seen the worse..."

=________=

i dont know if that's true or they were just exaggerating but i've been whining about this for these past weeks and apparently i can't move somewhere else (i tried but the housing agency wont let me. so mean!), so let just this be my last whining and accept whatever however it is.

"you only stay here for six months, right? it's gonna pass like a wind."

yeah, right.

anyway, netherlands is really really small. i'm in south right now and i can go to the north part in less than 4 hours. an hour trip counts as a long trip.

"an hour? that's like you go outside the country!"

okay, that was exaggerated.

it's not odd if people live and work in a different city. compare to Jakarta, the public transportation supports that. it's fast, comfortable, and on-time. there's no so called subway or metro here. there's only train connecting cities (and bus, tram, and bikes). so if i fell asleep in the train, there's a chance i could end up in another city :p

probably you've heard about the islamophobia here. well, so far, i don't see or feel that. in fact, they seem to put an effort to live together with moslem. there are many mosques with dome and tower, although they rarely have a big mosque sign. halal food are everywhere, even in an amusement park! unfortunately, they don't have a mushalla there.

well, hopefully everything goes well and smooth.

tot ziens! :)

ironi

2011-08-18T13:17:00.002+02:00

adalah merayakan kemerdekaan di tanah kumpeni.

gak ada kibaran merah putih atau upacara (di tilburg. di kbri sih ada :p)

apalagi lomba kerupuk. masih puasa.

ngomong-ngomong tentang puasa, pertama kalinya puasa di musim panas. lamaaa aja, hari pertama 16 jam! makin kesini makin berkurang sih waktunya. :D

alhamdulillah engga terlalu kerasa perbedaannya sama puasa di Indonesia. pertamanya mikir bakalan berat karena musim panas bikin cepet haus, pingsan karena kepanasan (lebay) dan waktunya yang lama. ternyata, cuaca disini ga panas-panas amat kayak di heraklion. bersyukur juga cuacanya ga terlalu bagus, hujan melulu. :p

day 4

2011-08-07T12:58:00.004+02:00

dalam menulis, saya orangnya tipe bunglon, berubah-ubah ngikutin lingkungannya. waktu AADC lagi ngehits, sering bikin puisi. waktu banyak baca cerpen, bikin cerpen. waktu banyak baca novel, ingin bikin novel. yang ini, masih dalam batas keinginan. :p

saya engga tau gimana saya bisa nulis. semuanya terjadi begitu aja. engga ada di keluarga saya yang bergelut di dunia sastra atau kepenulisan, engga ada juga penulis yang saya agung-agungkan. i just start writing and i like it.

untuk mulai nulis, biasanya kalimat-kalimatnya udah ada di kepala saya. kalimat-kalimat itu terus terngiang-ngiang dan saat itu saya tau, saya harus keluarin dalam bentuk tulisan. biasanya tentang kejadian sehari-hari, sesuatu yang ingin saya bagi, atau sesuatu yang terlalu telat untuk disampaikan.

maksudnya gini, saya ga tau gimana kerja otak saya, tapi seringnya saat saya butuh kalimat-kalimat sebagai bentuk reaksi atas suatu kejadian, mereka ga muncul. kalimat-kalimat itu malah muncul setelah kejadian terjadi dan udah ga relevan lagi untuk disampaikan. nyebelin ya?

kadang, kepala ini bikin jalan cerita sendiri untuk kejadian yang akan datang. senengnya, kalo cerita itu bener-bener kejadian. sedihnya, kalo kejadiannya terjadi bertolak belakang.

ekspektasi sih itu namanya.

B

2011-07-27T19:39:00.003+02:00

If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she's gonna call me point B.

Because that way she knows, that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.

And I’m gonna paint the solar system on the back of her hands,
so she has to learn the entire universe
before she can say "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."

She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face,
wait for you to get back up
just so it can kick you in the stomach.

But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry,
so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself.

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

...

I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s the way my mom taught me.

That there’ll be days like this,
"There’ll be days like this my momma said..."
when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises.
When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly

and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape.
When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment

and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say "thank you",

cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline,

no matter how many times it's sent away.

You will put the wind in win some, lose some.
You will put the star in starting over, and over,

and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to overtrusting, I am pretty damn naive, but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.

It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it

Baby, I'll tell her, remember your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.

Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong,

but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing.

And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door, and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat,

you tell them that they really oughta meet your mother.

by Sarah Kay

quick review: heraklion

2011-07-23T22:07:00.004+02:00

five months is relatively not a short time. there were many things i saw, i felt, i faced and these are the things happened during those times.

the neighborhood is getting better when summer starts. the shops start to open all day, beaches are getting crowded, tourist buses come and go everyday. totally not an abandoned city anymore.

*imaginary conversation*

customer: how about this? does it good on me?

seller: no comments.

customer: and this?

seller: just no comments.

customer: .........

some people can be very friendly or 'too friendly', but also the oppposite at the same time, especially to the immigrants. in heraklion, there are many immigrants, mostly people i met from north africa or middle east. from what i see, their relationship with the greek is not really good.

i realized that people are not used to see someone with head covered. a few times people asked me about it and told me to take it off, even the airport officer. seriously. or they know and tested me. oh, whatever.

and you know the bureaucracy. i got my residence permit just a day before i left the country :p

heraklion is a small city with small roads and buses. i never have a transportation map, people just know the city rutes in their head. then i realized, that's just the same with transportation in bandung or other cities that i know. even worse. for newcomers that is really confusing and inconvenient. dear tourists in indonesia, you have my sympathy.

it's really convenient to travel around with bus to other cities. pretty cheap and easy. but how you travel inside the city, that's another problem. better to rent a car, we can stop wherever we want.

surprisingly, i ate a lot of greek food here. from greek salad to saganaki.

from dolmadakia to bougatsa...

loove it and now i'm a fan of olives :9

actually, not so many things to see in heraklion. besides knossos palace, it's better to go outside the city like xania, agios nikolaos, samaria gorge, lasithi plateau, etc. i have not been to those places except xania. let say, i keep it for the next trip. for vacation, not study. please.

impulsive trip: xania!

2011-05-13T21:33:00.005+02:00

last thursday, about 9:30 pm.

x: hey, do you wanna go to xania tomorrow?
me: tomorrow??
x: yeah
me: why tomorrow not sat(urday)?
x: oh you wanna come to class? i wanna skip it :p
me: oh well
me: ok then, what time? :D

wkwkwkw....and off to xania we go! :D

xania is in the north-west area of crete island and considered as one of the most beautiful city in crete. it took 3 hours by bus from heraklion, but it was worth it because the view along the way was reaally beautiful! i was a little bit frustrated coz i couldnt take pictures while the bus moving. grrr.

the main spot in xania is the old port with the lighthouse. based on the review here, xania has been inhabited since minoan times. after minoan, came mycenaean, hellenistic, roman, byzantine, venetian, and turkish. i can see the remains of the last two. the view in the port is similar to venezia and there's a mosque from turkish time which is turned to painting gallery now :(

didnt plan to stay long in here. after the port, i just walked around the city. overall, it is pretty much the same with heraklion.

bright sky, sunshine, and blue sea are good combination for sweet escape! :)

okay, now i can say, crete is good when you go to the right place :p

crazy residence permit

2011-04-17T11:24:00.012+02:00

disclaimer: it's gonna be a loooong post!

these few weeks, i'd been busy applying residence permit here. actually, i have a 6 month visa, until the end of july. but, according to the policy, one who stays longer than 90 days, has to get a residence permit.

also, people from univ in netherlands (my next semester) had contacted us to start dutch visa and residence permit procedure. so the univ applies the visa on my behalf and then i collect it by myself from the dutch embassy. if i want to collect the dutch visa here, in greece, i should have a residence permit and i should start the procedure before the end of may. alternatively, i can just go back home and collect it from dutch embassy in jakarta. well, if i can get it here, why not, yes?

ok, then let's apply for residence permit. info i got, it needs max 3 months to get a residence permit. and it was around end of march when i start the procedure.

the problems were required documents:

1. medical certificate

actually, when i applied for greece visa in stuttgart, i got a medical certificate from a doctor. and here, i had to get another medical certificate. i had to do x-ray and mantoux test for TBC from the hospital.

let me tell you the procedure in the hospital. first, i had to make an appointment for x-ray and mantoux test. the appointment was not made for the day that i came but a few days after or even could be a week after. for x-ray result, i could get it in one day. for mantoux test, i had to wait for 3 days. after i had the x-ray and mantoux result, then i could make the doctor appointment. from the info i got, it needs 40 days to get a medical certificate. but we were lucky, we got it from the doctor right away.

overall, i need two weeks to get a medical certificate.

2. letter from the university

this is a typical letter saying that i'm a student in university. the thing is, my study here will end on first of july. info from dutch embassy in athens, if i want to collect the visa, i should have a residence permit which valid for more than 3 months. if i want to collect my dutch visa here, normally i should have my residence permit on march or april.

jeng jeng jeng.

i just start on the end of march and it needs more than a month to get a residence permit!

how was it solved?

well, because there could be a possibility we will come back here again if we fail exams, etc (i hope not!) then the univ stated one year study for us. haha! :p

and then another news came to my mailbox. a friend asked at immigration office said i should pay 150 euros for residence permit!

crazy!

then last friday i went to immigration office and applied this residence permit. it went well, i didnt have to pay anything. i got a piece of paper saying that my residence permit is being processed. eventho i have this paper, there's possibility i wont get the residence permit.

crazy! crazy!

you know, in stuttgart, i got my residence permit in less than 5 minutes.

well, i dont know if i'm still here when my residence permit finished. i dont care.

coz i'm gonna fly back hoooooooooooooommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *joget joget*

on my way home...

2011-04-02T23:03:00.006+02:00

spring!

ανοιξη!

jauh aja

2011-03-12T15:51:00.002+01:00

tadi saya baru pulang dari belanja makanan. beberapa meter sebelum pintu hotel, berpandang mata dengan tetangga depan rumah. perempuan yang menutupi kepalanya dengan kafiyeh, sedang mengambil jemuran di beranda rumahnya. dia tersenyum, saya balas senyum.

tetangga: "syria?"
saya: "hah?"
tetangga: "hijab? musliman?"
saya: "nai*."
tetangga: *menunjuk ke dirinya* "musliman."
saya: "aaah..." *nyengir lebar*
tetangga: "!@#$%^&?" *menunjuk ke hotel*

berasumsi ditanya apakah saya tinggal di hotel dan saya pun menggangguk, tersenyum. melanjutkan langkah ke hotel tapi terhenti sebentar dan balik badan. perempuan itu masih ada.

saya: "ng... where do you buy halal meat?"
tetangga: "tunisia."
saya: "......ah."

moral dari cerita ini adalah sesungguhnya belajar bahasa adalah penting adanya. sekian.

* nai [ne] = ya #greektrivia

#FaktanyaAdalah

2011-03-06T15:37:00.003+01:00

kebagian award dari jeng satu ini! awardnya itu "Stylish Blogger Award" :)) agak aneh mengingat rulenya adalah:
1. Thank and link to the person who awarded me this award.
2. Share 8 things about myself.
3. Pay it forward to 8 bloggers that I have recently discovered.
4. Contact those bloggers and tell them about their awards.

apa hubungannya stylish dgn things about myself? hah? hah? :))

tapi ternyata sodara-sodara, saya udah pernah tuh nulis hal beginian, bisa dilihat disini.

but it's always fun to do things kinda thing, isn't it? kalo lagi ga males :p

anyhoo, mari mikir fakta lainnya...

#fakta 1
setiap perjalanan jauh, dalam waktu lama dan akan tidur di tempat lain, i bring my doll :D

namanya baba. and it's a "she". i cant recall since when i have her. maybe in elementary school or junior high school. engga harus dibawa sih, cuma feels like home if she's in my bed :p

#fakta 2
belum pernah sekalipun dikerok maupun mengerok. isn't it painful? di keluarga saya selalu mengandalkan obat. ga pernah pakai balsem (kecuali v*cks) atau minyak kayu putih atau minyak telon. satu-satunya minyak yang dipakai adalah minyak goreng. untuk memasak, tentunya.

#fakta 3
rasanya sekarang saya "agak" takut ketinggian. baru sadar setelah naik hysteria di dufan. gilak.

#fakta 4
i'm not a social person. sering kalo ketemu orang yg dikenal di jalan atau di toko, saya menghindar. ambil jalur lain, masuk toko lain, atau pura-pura ngecek hp/tas. bukannya ga suka sama orangnya sih cuma males aja basa-basi...

#fakta 5
merasa punya sedikit masalah komunikasi lisan. kalo ngomong langsung kadang susah buat diungkapkan dan kalo diungkapkan kadang maksudnya ga nyampe. ceuk urang sunda mah, pabaliut.

#fakta 6
waktu SMP ada pelajaran elektronika dan ga ngerti :p. setiap ada tugas biasanya dibantuin bapak. pernah suatu kali ada tugas bikin trafo dan bapak lagi ke luar kota, akhirnya tugas itu dibawa ke ruko cikapundung dan minta mas2 disana yang ngerjain =)) #pengakuan

#fakta 7
i can sleep (almost) anywhere. di meja, lantai, sofa, bahkan kamar mandi. seterang apapun, seribut apapun ruangannya, alhamdulillah bisa tidur. sayangnya, belum bisa tidur sambil berdiri.

#fakta 8
engga suka buah yang kebanyakan orang suka, kayak jeruk, pepaya, atau semangka. kalau pepaya mungkin karena waktu kecil suka dipaksa-paksa makan pepaya, jadi ga suka sampai sekarang. kalau jeruk kurang inget juga kenapa, tapi kayaknya dipaksa juga sih. kalau semangka, ga tau kenapa. kalau ada buah lain, milih buah lain. tapi kalo ada di dalam es buah, dimakan juga sih :p

dooone! berhubung blogger i recently discovered adalah orang-orang tak dikenal, dipersilakan bagi pembaca untuk meneruskan jika mau :p