Mencoba kembali blogging setelah sekian lama overwhelmed karena kuliah, kerja, dan keambisiusan untuk segera S2.

Kerasa banget, sekarang udah 2 bulan kerja dan ngekos di Surabaya. Sudah 2 bulan juga, tiap bangun buat sholat shubuh, setelahnya mata masih tetep mentereng nggak bisa tidur. Padahal kalo di Malang, habis sholat shubuh bisa tidur lagi sampe 30 menit sebelum siap-siap buat berangkat kerja. *Menghela nafas panjang*

Karena mata tetep melek, alhasil cuma bisa killing time dengan buka Instagram, terus scroll sampe postingan terakhir yang kemarin udah dilihat. Lanjut buka Path, scroll. Udah, gitu terus sampe jam 7. Tapi tapi tapi....hari ini ada yang sedikit beda. Sebenernya skemanya hampir sama: Sholat shubuh-melek-buka Instagram, scroll-buka Path,scroll..daaaan stop di sebuah moment. Salah satu sahabat checked in sama posting foto sambil dikasih caption: "Tayang-tayangkuu". Disitu ada sih keterangan tagged friendsnya. Oh, ternyata dia pergi sama sahabat yang lain. Oh, dia pergi sama si ini. But wait! Siapa nih si ini? Nggak pernah tau. Setelah mengingat-ingat beberapa detik, oh, si ini itu yang kemarin juga ikut meet up. 

Hati udah ngerasa nggak enak banget. Perasaan campur aduk. Rasanya sebel lihat sahabat bisa meet up sama sahabat yang lain. Rasanya sebel banget lihat caption yang so intimate dan aku nggak termasuk di dalamnya. Rasanya pengen marah lihat ada orang lain yang nggak tau siapa itu, ada di postingan itu, menjadi bagian dalam caption, dan yang paling penting..bisa meet up sama mereka. I do feel like "Girl, sincerely, you have stolen mine. And girl, honestly, you don't fucking deserve that".

Tapi..kalo dipikir-pikir lagi, aku emang nggak punya hak buat sebel ataupun marah. Karena aku sendiri yang bilang kalo aku nggak punya uang. Aku nggak punya uang *echoing million times*
Yah, sebenernya punya sih uang, tapi cuma cukup buat primary needs. *Menghela nafas panjang*

Now, siapa yang lancang nan nyinyir bilang "Money can't buy happiness"? That's totally bullshit, you asshole". Faktanya, uang sudah berhasil membeli some parts of my happiness.


Diketik pagi hari, saat emosi menyebabkan rasa sedih tak terperi *lebay* *biar berima*

September 12th, 2015. Yep. I was officially graduated.

The graduation ceremony started at 7 am, exactly, in the morning. I got the first period of this odd semester's graduation. There were 1,058 students in the ballroom and I could see that all of us were having over-happy face expressions that explicitly shout out to the world, "Wohooooo! we are finally graduated from this super messy university! we are no longer suffering ourselves just for finding a space in parking slots for our motorcycles! We are no longer being pathetic witnesses of all the non-human activities caused by the principals and this year batch's 13,000 students! Thank God!!!!"

The graduation went well. Before it finished I have got lots of messages and missed calls from my best friends telling that they were waiting me in front of my faculty. How lovely :')

Before I went to my faculty, like the other graduated students, I spent time taking pictures with my family. Yes, taking pictures with the painting of library's bookshelf as the background.


Pardon the over makeup.

"Dear Mom and Dad, thank you for all the super struggling sweats you sincerely made every seconds, during these 18 years, just for making sure that I could keep studying at school. I could type no words to describe how I feel everytime I look at this photo and stare at your faces. Dear my sister, thank you for being very annoying and stubborn. I know you have lots of tremendous plans for your future, and don't worry, I will always be the one who support you so much when everyone drags you down"

The distance between the graduation ballroom and my faculty was far enough. Far enough when the sun shone brightly and you decided to walk with wearing 9 cm wedges and a traditional jarit. But, I really felt that the scout-adventure-like walk was worth it  after I saw them standing awkwardly in front of my faculty just for waiting for me:


Left to right: Minyul, I, Ghea

 "A 10 year togetherness can be counted as an everlasting friendship. We lately don't meet each other quite often but, once we do, we only need to look at each other's face expression when the other asks 'How are you' to completely figure out what has been happening. Minyuuul, Gheaaa thank you so much for the fucking amazing bouqette!!"


left to right: Uyun, Desfri, Ceri, I, Gum, Galuh

"How should I tell you about these girls? I can say that high school bestfriends are all holly-shit idiots and nuts, and, they are. Researchers state that when someone gets into new environment and interact in it for such a long time, he/she will change. Thus, people change everytime. I do admit that I have turned into a completely different woman by the time I got into my university life. But I do admit that I can't refrain my own self to automatically turn myself back into my high-school self when I am with them. It has been 5 years but it is so surprising that we are still having the same taste of humor"


a stubborn but super funny bestfriend: Mas Iqbal

"I honestly was quite surprised when he could come to my graduation day since he has been back to his hometown and is so busy with his job. When I saw him, I just wanted to jump and hug him but since it's forbidden, I could only hold his hand and smile. I could clearly see through his face, the way he gazed, the way his eyes looked and stared at, showing that he's tired. Thank you for coming to my graduation day. Your presence is truly a gift :)"


A sibling and a bestfriend: Wika


"I have been hitchhiking to her since we were in the 4th semester in university. I didn't ask her to do that, she kindheartedly wanted it. We recently found out that we are siblings, we have the same grand grandfather. After that, she kept telling this pathetic fact to our friends while I was busy rejecting what she stated. In that photo above, you could clearly see that I have happy-and-sad face expression. I was happy that you could come to my graduation day although you're late (as usual). But I was also very sad that, after we spent 8 months together working on our thesis in the library, I failed to help and motivate you more. You should know that everything we did together; the companion, the laugh, the talk, the stupid behaviors, are all priceless to me. I do hope you could be graduated this semester. Fight!"


Left to right: Briza, Mas Iqbal, I, Alfian (up), Chory, Wika (down), Merrys, Nurul, Yufan, Haykal (down)

"All in all, thank you so much for coming guys! I do love the gifts. Plus, I never expected that I am loved this much. Best wishes for each of you :)"



 "I got all I need when I got you and I
I look around me and see a sweet life
I am stuck in the dark but you are my flashlight
You are getting me, getting me, through the night
Kick start my heart when you shine it in my eyes
Can't lie, it is a sweet life"

Well, it's been a little while since my last post.
My undergraduate thesis acted like 3 months baby girl to me. You know what I mean.
But thank God, now I've got another 3 months baby girl. Her name is Unemployed.
So this little baby girl keeps whining all the time forcing myself to look for her father. Yeah. What a life.

Let's straight to the point.

For those who have met me in real life, I am sure you do see the condition of one of my front tooth. For those who have met me and have talked to my father at least two times, I am sure you do know how I always feel regarding to that front tooth condition. For those who are luckier, I am sure you know how that front tooth ended up that way.

Yesterday, a company called me for an interview. SO today, I decided to go to the dentist. I don't have enough money to choose the best choice the doctor gave. I could only choose the not-so-good-but-good choice which allows me to survive in this "new return" for max. 2 months. But that's okay. I am so sure I can choose the best choice very soon.

see the strange thing?


You probably think: What for?. You probably feel: are you serious? mek sak mene tok a mentalmu?

I don't give a fuck of what you think and/or feel.


"Hahaha untune pothol on" (that's how my friends expressed their happiness a day after I got that fucking accident)
"untumu gak iso biasa ae a yo?"
"mesem.o ae sas, ojok ngguyu. Ayuan mesem awakmu. Temenan a"

Those are only 3 out of hundred statements I always get in 22 years.

You probably think, "ya udah sih ngapain juga ditanggepin/makan ati" or "halah kan mek guyon"

Oh lol! Hey dude, talk is cheap.

Whatever you think of me, I can only say, you know nothing about me. I am so sure you can't be as strong as I am. You can't even be as steady as I am. Let me be arrogant. Because you will never understand me. You know nothing about what I feel.

When you claim that you do understand me, you're gonna comprehend when I say "I do this, because I want to get back to my real self. I am so tired of being this fake person"

When you read this post, you are a family of mine. You are a close friend of mine. You are the best friend of mine.

When you consider yourself as my truly family and/or best friend and/or close friend, you're gonna understand..that I am apparently that exhausted, fragile...and terrible.
March 28th 2015.

I was officially 22 years. Ha ha ha.

I do remember when it was my 19th birthday, the first person who said “Happy Birthday to You” was the DVD Rental shop I subscribed. How lovely. Whoever its staff, who sent me that Happy Birthday text message, I love you. But who knows that was just an automatic text message? How perfectly pathetic.

This year’s birthday was actually as bad as the 19th. I understand that was a carma. A cute carma for me. Because last year, I forgot most all of my bestfriends' birthdays. They all complained me. They were all mad at me. I am so sorry, dear bestfriends.

So, the first who said happy birthday to me was Martin. How could he remember? Isn’t that amazing? No. He was online on Skype and Skype never forgets to give birthday reminder. The second person was my cute deskmate in high school, Galuh. We aren't really close actually, but we are kind of an everlasting deskmate who always sincerely help each other during the nightmare of the exams. The third person was Parth. It was so surprising that he called me from that super far away country which I believe he had to pay expensive enough. It was an amazing call, thank you :)

For you information, until noon I only got three happy birthdays. I was so sad. I didn’t know that carma hurt that much. How about my mother? She did not do that. It’s not her thing. Besides, everytime I complain her why she doesn’t say happy birthday to me, she always answers like this: “Oh my God..How could you think of me that way? I always pray for you more than 5 times a day, every single day. How could you complain me that way?” And I can only hug and kiss her. Father? He won't say before my mother says. What a sweet couple.

13:30 PM
When I was babysitting my cute niece, I saw some people in front of the house. I came to them and I could clearly see one of them hiding behind my cousin’s car. I didn’t know what he was doing. Then here that came..a failed surprise arranged by Nadia, Wika, Elva, Mas Iqbal and Alfian. The one who hid behind the car was mas Iqbal, he was carrying a small birthday cake which later on was conquered by Elva. I thought she didn’t eat for a week or so.
After take several silly self pictures, we talked and laughed for almost 1.5 hours. It was heavily raining and we could not go outside. So I decided to cook a big bowl of spaghetti for them which later on was attacked by Nadia. Before she went home, she thanked me so much that I helped her for her breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same time.

Dear mas Iqbal, thank you so much for sacrificing your energy, money and time, leaving from Sidoarjo to Malang just for surprising me.
Dear Wika and Elva, thank you so much for always be my library of life.
Dear Nadia, thank you for the failed surprise. Sorry that I messed it up. But seriously, that’s totally a failure hahaha! But please, please don’t bore yourself to give me the other failed surprises. I think I start to love it, indeed.
Dear Alfian, thank you so much for your abnormal appearance in my birthday. To be honest, I do feel that I am mad at you since you suddenly left my house without saying anything to me. I was Cooking the spaghetti For You and you treated me like a douchebag. Even if I was not important, you should say something to my parents before you left. but you didn't. It was my birthday. It occurred only once a year. How could you be that rude?
Dear a bestfriend who directly declared that you wanted to take revenge because I forgot your birthday, thank you so much. I am so sorry. I even didn’t know that you were hospitalized for a week few days ago. I know I make everything worse. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I am so sorry.
Dear family and all friends who finally said happy birthday to me, thank you so much :)

I may not receive happy birthdays as many as several years ago. I may be getting older and change. But now I do know what I am struggling for and whom I am spending the hard labor days with.

will you believe that I was wearing a short pant?