cheri

Maret 2011

10:53:00


Tanpa aplikasi Timehop, tangan ini ndilalah nemu foto ini. Foto yang diambil di bulan yang sama,  4 tahun yang lalu. Foto yang diambil di tempat kami biasa jajan eskrim (dan tak lupa beli sousnya), di Mon Cheri – Plaza Surabaya. Tempat yang namanya juga jadi sebutan kesayangan untukmu, suamiku.

Waktu memang tidak bisa dijadikan lawan, karena kita akan selalu kalah terhadapnya. Ia selalu melaju, terus tanpa menoleh ke belakang. Tapi waktu pulalah yang melahirkan kenangan, yang dapat dijadikan pijak & pelajaran untuk sekarang dan yang akan datang.

Kesedihan akan masa depan akan merusak kebahagian di masa kini, ujar Basudewa. 
Besok engkau mungkin harus berangkat lebih pagi dari hari ini, tetapi tak perlu kau kesalkan itu sekarang sayangku. Hari yang paling melelahkan pun, kelak dapat menjadi kenangan yang kita lihat dengan senyum.

Terima kasih telah berkembang dan belajar bersama, 
termasuk membuat cinta ini selalu tumbuh & berbuah rindu di sepanjang waktu.
Semua terasa menyenangkan, karenamu.

Kekasih & istrimu,

VM

letter

Letter to You

23:35:00

Some people say, you never know what you have till it's gone. 
Some people say, you just never thought of lose that. 
I would say, the worst is you still have part of them and keep counting till the last breath, hoping it will stay, even the person in charge already gave the expiry date, to let it go. 
Let them all go.

Dear my baby,
Thank you for our (considerably) short time together. 
Thank you for giving me & your daddy a very happy & thoughtful thinking about future.
I love you, I love you, I love you. 
Tomorrow we'll have the farewell party. I'll be unconscious or sleeping Dear, I'm really sorry, but I assure you that I want to give you the best goodbye ever by not being cry-babies.
Thanks a lot and see you later.

XOXO,
Your one & only Mom.

letter

Ee-yuhh!

00:18:00

Were on a disgust point to a thing called hypocrisy. 
I usual to a condition which is honest, responsible and consistent into my own feeling (toward something or someone). I remember what I've said, written and I responsible into it. Because I know, every thing that I did always affect another people. By eradicating your inscription would not guarantee nobody hurt. Some people off course read and have a judgment. Their judgment will affect your life too, sooner or later. 

I recognized I'm not perfect. That's why I apologized when I made a mistake. I tried not to repeat it. I won't deny if it's my mistaken. I admit it and not flip it just for my -for God sake- nice and flawless image. Everybody changes. And the process always bumpy. But nobody (let themselves) fall for their fifth or sixth time. None of people could live on their poker-face all of the time.  If it's so, it's stupidity. Or intended attention-seeking. Or unhealed drama-victim syndrome. Which could be a simple case of hypocrisy.

Isuk dele, sore tempe.
Biyen ngece, saiki digawe.

Shame on you. You're licking up your own spit. Disgusting.

family

Happy Eid!

22:05:00

Eid prayer always brought a different feeling in its moment.

This year, many new things happened. 
A lot things happened, far away from my life plan, and also my family plan. 
The prayer speech said that we have to be thankful, to every little thing happened, because it always have a purpose, designed by Him, The Almighty. 
If I looked-back, several big plans missed, but many little wishes accomplished. Then, what kind of blessing that I deny? 

Happy Eid, fellas.
Please forgive my bad words, my boring and cheap writing, or anything which offended. 
=*
from left: Mbak At, Mbak May, Bopo & Daiva, me, Mom & Abhi, Mas Fatah. Mas Andre took the picture. 

cheri

Thanks to Be You.

23:58:00

I can't play guitar, as you played it, for me. 
So I put this video to tell you in songs what I'm feeling, what I want to say. 
Listen to the words whose sang. I do really mean it.
Chaque mot, chaque jour, dit que: Je t'aime. 


If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.
Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.
Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.

You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am. 

Merci Mon Cheriii...! =*


buku

A Happy Ending Weekend.

22:50:00

February 13th till 15th , I called it as a long weekend. I still worked at 14th actually, but because things went smoothly, I rather counted it into a holiday too. =)

Started in Saturday, I went to Sekolah Alam Insan Mulia (SAIM) for being a moderator of "Creative Movie Workshop with Mathias Muchus". It was a very long time not conducting as a moderator of discussion or workshop. Pfiuh. Thanks God, Om Muchus helped me a lot and we made a good show.

A sight from the front of stage
Who could make everyone do this than Om Muchus?

It is truly "sekolah alam". Caterpillar on my table! =D
Starstrukk! =P
Me and Om Muchus. =)
After did the duty at SAIM, I directly went to c2o for had a "KopDar" a.k.a Offline Meeting of Goodreads Indonesia region Surabaya. It was great. I met several new friends with a same bold hobby: Reading books. It's interesting, knowing people had more crazier passion in books. Rhea, for example: the moderator, had already read 449 books. Roos, the ex-moderator of Goodreads Indonesia, had already read 758 books. Shoo! What was that?? Haha. I know I wasn't diligent enough to keep my "already-read" books into a record before. That's why I love to join Goodreads. You could see at the right column of this blog, the widget of my Goodreads account. Don't bother to click and join, fellas. We could discuss books much much and much further there. =)
*another complete story of KopDar written by Rhea, click here*

left to right: Rhea, Azza, Hilman, Novri
1st row, left to right: Novri, Azza, Rhea, Yossi. 2nd row: Hilman, Agung, Ari, Tinta, me, Heni.
 Sunday morning, my boyfriend accompanied me to find a breakfast and we found a delicious food called Nasi Bakar. It's located across of Giant Hypermarket in following street Kombespol M Duryat. There are 2 choices: chicken or tuna. At first glance, I thought it will be only steamed rice and chicken/tuna inside, but surprisingly it's completed with spiced papaya leaves, chopped Peda (salted fish) and green chilli sauce. Yummo yummo!


At the day, me and cak Ikin went to re-supplied our merchandise product and attended Cergamboree meeting. The weather uprising suddenly. I got sunburn and fever in the afternoon. I didn't strong enough to attend my friends album launching: Bestfriend Project. Sad. ='(
And because of my fever too, my boy need to pick me to my office on Monday. Sorry to bother you Cheri. Alhamdulillah, it was going better and better which I could had meeting in Monday night with PakLemon & cak Ikin and talked about my newest project. I really can't wait to tell you all, but I had to keep my mouth shut until February 25th. Wish us luck, please? ;)

February 14th, where people celebrated Valentine days, I still doing work and work. Pathetic? No. Even you could think worse when I told you that those day were my a-month-anniversary too with my boy. Hehe. We've already made a promise to celebrate it on February 15th, and we did it! Yeay! He successfully surprised me with a bunch of gifts, packed in a cute box too. I feel so guilty because I just give him a piece of batik tie. =(
I give u only the sneak peek. =P
 But the thing which made my tears fell down at a time was his letter. The letter which made me want to promise, to struggle in a future with him. I'd like to quote last 2 paragraphs of his letter:
Aku cuma ingin menyebut kata "cinta",
yang lacur & terkadang memuakkan,
tapi cuma itu yang dapat merangkum semua himpunan pikiran & perasaanku tentangmu.

Itu sebabnya,
Tiga puluh hari menjadi bukan lagi soal lama & sebentar,
melainkan menjadi perkara pembuktian atas suatu yang lacur tadi.
Atas Cinta.
Aku Cinta.
Dan aku tahu jika engkau tahu tentang Cinta.
=')

Cheri, thank you for made my happy ending weekend.
And I believe, you are the one which made my life had its happy ending.
mille bisous,
Ta Cherie.

lesson

Surat untuk Alanda Kariza

09:59:00

Aku lupa, kapan persisnya aku untuk pertama kali mendengar namamu. Alanda Kariza. Pasti cantik, itu yang terlintas pertama kali. Aku juga lupa, kapan pertama kali aku membaca tulisan tentangmu, atau tulisan yang berasal darimu sendiri. Tetapi aku ingat kesan yang pertama kali kutangkap. Wah, Alanda Kariza ini pasti pintar, tulisannya bagus. 


Aku mungkin lupa banyak hal, tapi aku ingat betul, kapan pertama kali kamu membuatku IRI, Alanda. Aku iri betul ketika membaca tulisanmu dalam seri Bunuh Diri Massal. Masih dalam versi blog. Di akun Multiply Fajar Nugros. Di detik itu aku iri denganmu. Bagaimana bisa anak yang kelahirannya dua tahun di bawahku menulis sebagus ini? Aku iri!


Penuh rasa iri, aku tetap menyarankan teman-temanku yang gemar membaca untuk menyimak BDM. Aku membahas pula BDM dalam beberapa perbincangan, termasuk menyebutkan namamu ketika berbincang dengan teman sekelas waktu SMA, Natasha Karina Ardiani. Ia kaget, menanyakan darimana aku mengenal namamu. Dengan ringan kujawab dari tulisanmu. Tasha bilang bahwa ia mengenalmu dari CosmoGIRL! of the Year event. Kalian sama-sama finalis. Wow! Oke, berarti yang namanya Alanda Kariza ini pasti cantik beneran deh, pikirku. Dan mulailah aku mencari tahu lebih jauh tentangmu. Tamparan keras rasanya ketika membaca kamu sudah memulai The Cure of Tomorrow saat itu. Oh Tuhan, kenapa kau ciptakan gadis secantik dan sesempurna ini hingga membuat aku terlihat bagai plankton di tengah lautan! 


Aku pernah diiri oleh teman, karena aku berani mengacungkan tangan dan bicara di dalam kelas. Tetapi kamu, Alanda, membuatku iri dan tersadar bahwa mengacungkan tangan di kelas tidaklah cukup. Iri padamu menyadarkan bahwa ada yang jauh lebih besar, lebih luas dan lebih segalanya yang bisa kita capai, bukan hanya mimpi. 


Pagi ini, setelah aku membaca tulisanmu tentang ibumu, terburu-buru aku mengambil air wudhu kemudian berdoa. Aku mendoakan ibumu beberapa kalimat saja, tapi mendoakanmu berlipat kalimat panjangnya. Aku pernah merasakan bagaimana rasanya tak berdaya melihat ibuku kesakitan dalam dua kali operasi besarnya. Aku tidak mengatakan derita kita sama, tentu, tentu tidak. Aku mendoakanmu karena khawatir, di beberapa bagian tulisanmu kamu terlihat hampir putus asa, Alanda. Tolong, jangan. Jika kamu yang telah melakukan banyak hal untuk negara ini, mulai hilang harap, lalu bagaimana dengan aku atau orang lain yang tipis keyakinannya? Kudoakan agar hanya kelancaran saja yang terjadi pada kasus ibumu, keadilan saja yang terjadi padamu, ketegaran saja yang menyertaimu, bukan yang lain.

Buat aku iri berkali-kali lagi Alanda. Buat aku iri.


Surabaya, 9 Pebruari 2011
P.S: Maaf. Ketika IYC 2010 diadakan, aku sedang gagal sidang skripsi, jadi aku tak bisa datang dan membantumu. =)