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Permisi Pak, Saya Butuh Kode Pos Baru

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Haduh, rasanya banyak bener yang belum ditulis, antara lain hutang jurnal hari terakhir rangkaian proses pemerawanan pispot . Tapi ndapapa lah ya. Per tanggal 13 Maret kemarin sebetulnya adalah pas 1 tahun gue berboyongboyong ke Jakarta dan tinggal di Ibu Kota Indonesia ini . Per tanggal 17 Maret kemarin adalah pas 1 tahun gue jadi karyawati kantoran. Kalo istilah orang kantor, gue udah boleh lulusan. Gue langsung sms Yang Mulia Ibunda Ratu Alam Semesta: "Mamih, ikk tiada tahan lagih, ikk pingin pindah sahaja dari Kota inih " Itu versi lebaynya. Sebetulnya nyokap dan gue berbalas sms dengan isi yang cukup serius. Gue yakin diam-diam nyokap menahan hasrat pengen muntah. Tapi, pada intinya beliau bilang "It's your life, your choices". Bisa jadi beliau pengen memanfaatkan senjata mustajab kaum Ibu, tapi gue udah lama sekali memikirkan dan memutuskan hal ini sebetulnya, jadi senjata mustajab tersebut kurang mujarab. Walaupun agak manyun dan ngeles kalo dibil

Lena Lena

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bahwa tidak apa-apa menarik nafas. bahwa tidak apa-apa menjadi jauh. bahwa tidak apa-apa ingin kembali. bahwa waktu memang penentu tapi bukan raja atau ratu. bahwa semuanya berasal dari dalam dirimu. bahwa sesekali percaya itu perlu. bahwa ada yang namanya kesempatan kedua. bahwa cinta dan romansa itu memang candu. bahwa ketagihan candu asmara itu tidak apa-apa. bahwa manusia itu manusia. gambar diculik dari halaman Wings of A Messiah

Surya Namaskar

Matahari baru terbit dan kita bertiga duduk dalam lingkar percakapan segala arah. Kamu aneh, dia rindu, saya sedang tak bisa berpikir. Dalam keadaan begitu saya asal taruh benda di atas meja biar bisa dilihat semuanya segala. Seperti diberi aba-aba kita bertiga mulai ketawa. Kamu aneh, dia rindu, saya sedang iseng saja. Lalu kamu mulai merentet meracau. Tanpa aba-aba saya ulang saya punya ketawa. Dia, walau agak sendu akibat rindu, menimpali dengan kisah tentang "di kamar saya di Eropa, saya dikelilingi benda-benda penuh memori sentimentil". Sementara itu saya berusaha memutuskan akan menunjukkan apa lagi agar sendeku pagi tak terlalu sepi. Itu dia, cangkir-cangkir teh keramik putih meditatif berisi aneka macam bunyi mulai dari kroak gagak malam hingga paduan suara anjing, lengkap jadi satu, semuanya ke atas meja. Paling mutakhir serumu sambil berdiri! Paling masa kini! Aku tuangkan buat kita bertiga campuran hangat terma penuai pesona, yang pepak penuh desau pemukau pat

Rindu Rindu

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Wahay kalian yang bertujuh, saya diserang malarindu. Saya rindu buih putih ketika ombak memecah di pantai berpasir, menjilat jari-jari kaki saya yang telanjang. Saya rindu aroma asin ketika angin mendesau tubuh, menerpa kulit, membelai rambut. Saya rindu aroma tabir surya. Saya rindu aroma kayu yang basah air laut. Saya rindu warna cerah, putih dan biru di angkasa, hijau biru turkis hingga cakrawala. Kadang-kadang saya gamang membayangkannya nyaris tak bertepi, bagai tak berdasar. Kadang juga saya ngeri membayangkan ubur-ubur dan ikan hiu dan bulu babi yang berbahaya bila sampai berjumpa lalu terluka.  (Seringnya saya muntah berkantung-kantung plastik lalu terkapar tak berdaya, hihihi) Tapi oh tapi... saya diserang malarindu begitu hebatnya sampai seluruh persendian ini lemas rasanya, dan dada saya sesak ingin menangis saja, dan saya hanya bisa duduk terdiam cukup lama untuk menahannya. Wahay kalian yang bertujuh itu... kapan kita bersepuluh bisa bersama pergi ke pantai?
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I got a new pair of shoes and finally get to wear them today. Apparently they match my old green cheongsam just fine! They're also more comfy than I first expected them to be. Well, they better be coz I got them for S$ 34 :) It is by date, the most expensive foot wear article I ever had. Heh heh heh. Ze quin Yes I know I haven't completed the last two entry of the travel journal. Overwhelmed with many things. So I shall ... just .... load this, uh huh... and back to werk. :P PS: yes... I know... I gained weight the last couple of weeks. I am an emotional eater... :D

Shaam Shalone Nand Lala Krishna Banwari

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Mid 2008, Bert Lioni returned from her 4 months spiritual journey to India. She brought back, among other unspiritual things, these songs, the soundtrack of an Indian film titled Jodhaa Akbar . Since I've somewhat been a sucker for bhajans , this particular bhajan immediately stole my attention. Eventhough I didn't know what it means, the song is very lovely. Have a listen yourself. Mann Mohana by Bela Shende More Bela Shende music on iLike Several months later we finally get our hands on the film DVD copy... it was... well... a typical Indian film :D The scene, to which the bhajan Mann Mohana is attached to, is quite cute. The moslem Mughal Emperor Akbar brought back his newlywed bride to his castle, but he has not seen her face since in their brief meeting and even during the wedding, the Rajput Princess kept her veil on. In the morning during something like a legislative meeting, all the Mughal court ministers protested Emperor Akbar's decision in taking a

I Drank the Rain

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Batam today, we left with the 10:30 AM Citilink Garuda flight. The flight took two hours which most of it I spent dozing on and off. I was only awake to take photos when we took off and again as we landed. My mother, sister and I got the seats near the front exit door. Right before we took off one of the flight attendants briefed us about "how to open this emergency front door in case of an emergency landing", it was rather perplexing partially because the flight attendant is a newbie and partially because... well, episodes of LOST! and other flight disaster films started to flash in my head. How do I know the flight attendant is a newbie? There were about seven flight attendants on the plane and it wasn't even a big one (also it's not a long distance domestic route). One of them was looking a lot older and authoritative aura emanated from her, she also wore pants while the others wore knee-length shorts. Two of the flight attendants introduced themselves as sen

The Sun Rises in the East

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Following through Her Highness Mother Queen of myUniverse designs and plans, I set out on a journey by means of a train to the East to join Her Highness' party by Friday morning. It started out not as pleasant as one might expect as an escape from the City of Hells and Angels (read: Jakarta) The morning was bright but the afternoon was rainy and under such weather I managed to stop a cab, only to travel for over an hour through the shitty traffic from Brawijaya-Prapanca to the Gambir train station. The one hour cab trip was... annoying. The driver kept talking on the phone for over 50 minutes of, and kept on going slow when I urged him to go faster when it was necessary. I nearly missed my train. And what's more annoying was to listen at half of the phone conversation. Apparently the other end tried to convince my cab driver to join some sort of an MLM enterprise, at first my cab driver seemed to resist the idea. You think if you get offered something fishy and you're not

What Can You Tell?

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They say you can tell so much about someone from the things they wear. These are my footwear. I would've gotten more if I can get away with it, which unfortunately.. yeah I can't.... Anyhoo... Can you tell what kind of a person I am from this lineup? :p Not too hard to guess, am sure. AHAHA PS: the brown pair at the bottom is new. I have a nearly similar pair but in black leather at my mother's house. It is this _ close to be claimed by my sister as hers. 

No It Is Not Sombre This Cloudy Sky!

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This morning was so bright and hot, and past midday... it started to rain! Incredible how the weather takes turns. Work was usual, but I found this obituary article at The Telegraph today. Christy Nolan, who died on February 20 aged 43, made a remarkable career as a novelist despite suffering from cerebral palsy as a result of being deprived of oxygen at birth Unable to talk, walk or use his hands, he was confined to a wheelchair – but his intellect was unimpaired. He wrote by using a special keyboard; to help him type, his mother often held his head in her cupped hands while he painstakingly picked out each word, letter by letter, with the aid of a rod, or "unicorn stick", attached to a headband which allowed him slowly to tap out words on a typewriter. (to read more, just click this ) Reading the obituary, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I hardly knew Nolan, or ever heard of him, and here I am mourning for the loss of a remarkable soul.