More about OCs: untitled

So I may have gotten a bit heated up because after posting that last post, I actually engaged a conversation with a friend about our OCs! It really makes me want to lay down each character's basic appearance and personality. And while the heat lasts, here I go~ I'll do it one post for each universe so it doesn't get long.

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(This comes first because they are easier to write lol)
(On hindsight, I should have made a title sooner than later...)

Maki Hiiragi (or in Japanese style, Hiiragi Maki / 柊季 茉輝)
Oh shhh so what do you mean I only made her Kanji name just now shhh.
20 y.o. I haven't decided on birthday/signs/blood type. But I think she's a Pisces?
Your normal, average college girl. Economics major. Currently in Yokohama, Japan.
She has natural dark hair and white skin. Really, so typical Japanese girl. Prefers skirts, but not mini-skirts. Just like most other Japanese, her colors are black, dark brown, dark blue, dark green.
Her mother has passed away, and her father is an awkward man who can't really show his affections freely. No siblings.
This girl, I tell you, is salty about everything. It's almost like everything is wrong for her, like she's the most pitiful of all. I mean, yeah she actually can be nice and outgoing and all, but there's always an underlying dissatisfied feeling. And to top it off, she's clingy.
(I want to slap her then hug her.)
As explained in the first story of this universe, she has a major crush on Shouichi, but it's unrequited as Shouichi dates another girl. And yeah, it's bad for her heart.

Shouichi Kobayashi (or in Japanese style, Kobayashi Shouichi / 小林 鎗一)
20 y.o. I haven't decided on birthday/signs either, but he's kinda Scorpio or Sagitarius to me. And you know what, he's almost definitely O.
Another normal, average college student! .....except for that red highlight. He's got a rebel heart deep inside. Also Economics major in Yokohama.
I don't know, he just appears as the kind of guy who would wear black jeans and red shirts with black leather boots. Not that he wears it everyday lol. About 180 cm-ish? Or maybe a bit shorter hahaha. His hair is a bit long, he sometimes wears hairpins during sports. Definitely one of the ikemen in class.
Has a younger brother.
I must admit he has a difficult personality (for me to write). He's not close to his family because of stuffs, and at one point he got rebellious? Kinda. He likes to stay alone in his dark apartment room, staring at nothing. (whispers: emoooo) Almost feel like he's distant from people. He truly cares for his friends though, for example for Maki, his so-called best girl friend. He begins to date Rise because she's cute (ha!) and apparently she also likes metal music.

Sooo yeah. That's it. And the main plot of this universe? Maki likes Shouichi but doesn't confess, one day Shouichi gets a girlfriend, Maki gets jealous and heartbroken and she blames everything. She still wants to be with Shouichi though. Shouichi, the ever distant one, doesn't realize Maki's feelings and goes his merry(?) way.

I hope you enjoy~

The First Few Weeks

I'm back for more rambling.

It's about life in Japan. The first month of it, anyway. I made a few videos about my trip and my dorm here, so check my YouTube channel. I have more projects in my laptop... but never actually got around to it. (Please send some cookies to energize me!)

So. Life here actually started on Monday, where the students of my program were gathered and led to the Ward Office to do some administration. 'Hey I'm here in Japan legally so here's my residence card.' 'Because I'm a citizen of Japan (though temporarily) I have to enter the health insurance program? Cool okay.' 'Yeah and also the national pension program. But I don't have any income here so I'll just apply for exemption on the same day I apply for it.' Yadda yadda. (There's a video.)

Packing Fiesta

New post coming through~! Like I said on the previous post, this time I'm going to rant about packing.

The final announcement for MEXT Scholarship – Japanese Studies was on early August, while we are expected to arrive in Japan on late September. We have about two months to prepare, but I was in the middle of volunteer activity out of town at that time, so my time was cut back for about two weeks :(

So first of all, I bought a suitcase, a carry-on, and a backpack. It's just a coincidence that my old backpack was getting worn-out and it's time to buy a new one, though. I got an electric blue 24' suitcase, a brown carry-on handbag, and a grey-red backpack. It sounds like an easy process; go out, buy, take it back. But nooo actually the hunting process itself spent about a month /orz. I had to hunt in two cities, about five stores to finally get the best deal.

Other than bags, I also had to buy shirts, pants, skirts, socks... All because I recently decided to wear hijab. Sooo yeah cue a change of style. All in all I spent quite a lot... Which only convinces me to save up as much money as possible from my monthly allowance in Japan. /shrugs/

Anyway, I've made a video showing the contents of my bags! That's the first time I filmed anything, the first time editing a video, the first time uploading videos—so please excuse the low quality. I'm learning. 

There you can see my suitcase first. Of course there are clothes. I also brought skincare products, cables, hair straightener (!!!), a pouch of toiletries, a pouch of accessories (the black one), and shoes. To be frank, this is NOT the final version of my suitcase, because there are some stuffs I haven't stuffed in there, lol.

The second bag, the carry-on, contains essentials I need during the trip. A change of clothes, a change of hijab, and a towel. There are also little trinkets I prepared for souvenirs for new friends in Japan :) There is actually a puch of makeup too, but I forgot to put it inside.

Last but not least, the backpack. I brought pens, my wallet, a pack of small plastic bags (this is essential for me, because I get motion sickness easily!!), a box of business card, a raincoat (the yellow thingy on the second compartment), a universal adaptor, and a fan (because I'm classy like that). The paper there is my preparation for my final thesis in college! I'm bringing along my future to Japan, haha. In this bag, I will also include my passport and laptop and camera and chargers.

I don't bring books to Japan. Mainly because I don't even have any to help with my research (what kind of a student am I) and I don't want to fill my bags with useless weight... I can find books there, afterall. (Yes, most likely in Japanese. No, I haven't the experience of reading textbooks in Japanese yet, so I'm diving headfirst.)

Other stuffs I plan to bring are: necessary documents, instant foods, instant seasoning, tea, coffe, etc. The instant food will be my life in the first weeks, lol. So much for adapting, huh.

Well... I guess that's it? There isn't much I can talk about here, I guess. I'll see you again in the next experience :)

[UPDATE!!]

I repacked my luggages! I had to take out four clothes and other stuffs to make room for more essentials I haven't put in. The contents of each bag is more or less the same though, nothing major change.

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Credit:
BGM: One Light - Kalafina
Tools used: Windows Live Movie Maker; Sony Cyber-shot DSC-WX220 Digital Camera

Spring cleaning?

New background and color scheme! I was hoping to change the overall theme too, but nah I'm just too in love with this theme anyway. At least I found a good background image. A chess board! I'm currently drowning in Aldnoah/Zero so the chessboard picture just.... awoke various feelings.... so yeah.

Don't worry, I'm still drowning in hoperai too if you're wondering.

Comeback: A Time

I decided to go through this blog today, looking at old posts of when I just created it, recalling the feelings and the events that led to those posts, etc. It was funny, like going through a time tunnel and watching yourself grow.

Then I realized (quite belatedly, I admit) that recently, this blog has become a mere dump store for fanfictions. I don't even write orifics anymore. (There was a time I abandoned fanfiction in favor of orificand choosing not to publish them--after all, I have my dreams too, that one day I can compile those into a short story collection of my own.) I don't write poems to pour my feelings. No more Life tagged posts either.

One thing I can easily say, is that I blame someone for the lack of personal posts here. (Blaming others always comes easy, does it not?) At that time, however little I wrote for this blog, I still have a desire to make this blog my home, where I can rattle on and on about something, maybe making it vague as a caution.

This notion was blown up the moment someone came up to me after apparently reading one of my controversial posts, asking nicely, "Hey, you all right?"

Okay, I know, that's nice of him, you might be wondering why I got so upset over this--but you see, he's the least I want to read that post. Besides I didn't really write it to be asked if I'm all right. I just needed to vent, that's it. No need to ask me. So I found out the hard way that indeed, the internet's a wild place where whatever you put there become public. Ever since that time, I chose to stop writing about my life at all.

Another reason is, well, I'm just so introverted that I don't think my daily life is worthy enough to be put up here. Of course that's silly, I know, because this is my home and however I fill it is up to me, but I just can't help the thought. (Welcome, anxiety and inferiority complex.)

Lastly, I began to notice that life is not as interesting as it had been, when I kept a daily journal (not really a diary, just a tool to keep me writing everyday) and filled it with everyday occurences. Everyday is fun, everyone is so nice and we talk about a lot of things, sure, but nothing out of habit. Goes back to the point where I feel that nothing is worthy enough to be written.

I don't know why but maybe I've gotten dull? That I've lost my sense of observation? All in all, I just think that I'm vastly different from the me in high school. Some aspects are definitely better, but some others I find myself lament. Once upon a time I could write something out of nothing at all, in a spur of a moment, even during class. Once upon a time I could have that surge of emotion, pouring just like that from the tip of a pen or pencil. I miss those days.

In the end, perhaps I'm just dulled from a lack of writing exersices. Hurrr.

Jepang!! Yatta!! ~part 2~

Keberangkatan dan Day 1 (12 Januari 2015)

Haloha, saya kembali lagi membawa kisah di bulan Januari #ceilah. Masih adakah yang ingat dengan kisah saya di part 1? Ya, berakhir di bagian beli barang dan sibuk UAS lol. Nah, dengan berakhirnya UAS secara resmi pada hari Jumat, 9 Januari 2015, saya pun bisa dengan bebas memikirkan masalah keberangkatan Jenesys ini.

Tiket pesawat menuju Jakarta yang saya beli adalah tiket hari Minggu (11 Januari) jam 5-an pagi. Saya berangkatnya berdua sama Violet. Berhubung pesawatnya subuh, Violet pun memutuskan untuk menginap semalam di kos saya, biar paginya naik taksi bareng. Ternyata kami berdua sama-sama nggak bisa tidur tuh hahaha. Alarm yang udah diset aja kalah cepet sama kami xD Setelah mandi (airnya dinginnn sampe menggigil, sedihnyaaa) dan minum kopi anget (dopping dikit bro), kami pun berangkat. Sempet was-was juga sih sebetulnya, mepet banget sama waktu check-in. Tapi untungnya masih sempat :””) Ohiya, suasana T2 Bandara Juanda lagi ruameee sama rombongan umroh. Kaget banget ngeliat T2 yang biasanya sepi itu jadi penuh orang, subuh-subuh lagi!!

The Right Person

I'm waiting for the right person, and the right time, to share about my darkest secret. The forbidden emotion that once sprouted well in my heart. In all honesty, I humored the prospect of actually dwelling in that emotion too. Watered it, nurtured it. I was killing myself, I know, but it had felt so good.

Being bad always feels so good.

I'm waiting for the right person to tell, and I'm really, really looking forward to his reaction to my confession. Will he reprimand me? Will he stare wide-eyed, disgusted at me? Or will he smile bitterly and say, it's in the past?

 I'm also wondering, what kind of face will I make as I tell the story? What kind of tone and voice will I use to speak of the past I don't really lament?

I do not lament that aspect of me. No. I just think that it's part of the process. An important, precious part of it. Without it I wouldn't be the me I am right now. I figure that this secret will serve as a reminder.

Of my hidden insanity.

I am aware, when I reflect back to those days, that I've grown a dark part that spells insanity. At first it was fun; I was tired of being a good girl so this insanity helped relieve the stress. But now, as I look back, I found it not at all pleasing. A little scared even.

Will my right person also feel scared like this?

Not to mention that lately, my stress management has been bad. The insanity has been, well, maybe three or four years of dormant state--but with my poor stress management, I managed to provoke it again. In depressed times I find myself unable to stop the insanitty. It's coming back, even stronger, and still growing--and it eats away at my body and soul.

I try not to be scared. I try to accept it. Thinking perhaps, if I don't reject it, the insanity will ebb away eventually. I suppose it does, but during the process of slipping away, it still consumes my soul painfully. I'm afraid one day when it finally disappears completely, my soul would be left only so little.

Then I get scared again, and it brings me back to square one. Once again I find myself sitting at a place, blindly searching in my surrounding that tells me where I am, what I'm doing here, and who I have become.

I'm still waiting for the right person to come and take me home.

Mencoba Grafologi

Pagi ini, tiba-tiba teringat dengan ilmu grafologi sederhana yang saya baca di sebuah novel teenlit. Menurut novel tersebut, tulisan tangan manusia bisa dibagi menjadi empat kategori besar: berbentuk bulat, kotak, segitiga, atau kurva (tidak beraturan). Tiap kategori menggambarkan karakter orangnya. Bukan tidak mungkin satu orang memiliki lebih dari satu karakter.

Bulat: idealis soal cinta

Kotak: paling mementingkan kenyamanan

Segitiga: keras dan cenderung main fisik

Kurva: fleksibel dan artistik (or something like that, saya juga lupa sih. Sifatnya kurang lebih seperti golongan darah AB)

Yang paling mudah untuk diteliti adalah tanda tangan seseorang. Hal ini dikarenakan tulisan tangan biasa masih dipengaruhi dengan situasi dan kondisi saat seseorang menulis. Lain halnya dengan tanda tangan, yang bentuknya cenderung tetap dan tidak terpengaruh kondisi emosional penulis, apalagi tanda tangan selalu digoreskan dengan cepat dan tanpa pikir panjang.

Setelah bertahun-tahun mengetahui konsep ini, baru tadi pagi saya kepikiran untuk meneliti tanda tangan saya sendiri. Dan hasilnya?

Tanda tangan saya membentuk bulat dan segita, dengan keduanya memiliki proporsi sama besar.

So... hahaha? Idealis soal cinta, memang, karena saya juga seorang Libra. Tapi keras dan main fisik...? Keras, oke, masih boleh lah, kata-kata saya seringkali tajam—tapi soal main fisik...

I don't know what to say.

Pidato Pak Rektor

New semester, new lessons to take, new teachers.

Hari Jumat kemarin adalah pertemuan pertama mata kuliah Pengantar Kesusastraan Umum, sekaligus pertemuan pertama dengan Bapak Puji yang mengampu mata kuliah tersebut. Orangnya menyenangkan, tidak kaku, banyak bercerita tapi tidak lupa dengan topik awal, dan guyonannya tidak payah.

Di satu titik, Bapak Puji berkata, "Tiap tahun, pidato rektor pada saat wisuda selalu sama. Tapi itu selalu berhasil membuat semua orang menangis. Padahal cuma satu kalimat, tapi selalu berhasil menembus sanubari para wisudawan dan orangtua."

"Saya mau, setelah ini, kalian semua membalikkan badan. Pergi ke orangtua kalian. Lalu ucapkan dua kata sederhana. 'Terima kasih'."

"Setiap kali rektor mengatakan hal ini, belum lagi mereka balik badan, belum lagi mereka pergi ke orangtua masing-masing, tapi semuanya pasti sudah mulai menangis."

Masalahnya, Pak Puji--saya bahkan belum wisuda, belum berada di gedung ACC, belum memakai toga dan belum mendengarkan pidato rektor--

--tapi saya sudah menangis.

Tidak bisa saya menahan air mata yang menggenang di pelupuk. Teman-teman saya tersenyum geli melihat saya berkaca-kaca, tapi mau bagaimana lagi. Karena topik orangtua selalu jadi topik sensitif buat saya. Orangtua adalah orang paling berharga dalam hidup saya.

Otou-san. Okaa-san. Arigatou.

ADHD, or Not?

So if you happen to have me in your friend list on Facebook, you may have read my rambling just a while ago (it's in Indonesian though). It's something about getting shocked after re-reading an old piece of fanfiction. I found it quite decently written, with decent flow of words--which is complete opposite compated to my latest pieces that tend to get rushed. I reasoned that I usually get restless after spending some time writing/typing stories (or articles, or anything in that case, even this post) and always wants to finish as soon as possible.

I have always known I have attention problems. I can't write anything without minimizing it for a quick twitter check, or maybe a round or two of games. I can't sit and study for hours without getting up and walking around the house (or talking to my friends, if the study is during class). But only now I consider the possibility of having ADHD, as minor as it may be.

I found this on internet:

Hey, You're Weird!

"Weird" sure sounds offensive, huh.

I quite often use this term. To my friends, my family, and myself. Mostly to my family and myself. I just can't deny that yes, we are weird. Sometimes I believe it's hereditary--but meh, copycat-ing our parents makes more sense (we are a sibling of three, FYI).

Is that, in itself, weird of me? I mean, calling myself weird. At least thrice a day?

(okay, a bit exaggerating there, but you see how often I do it)

Sometimes I wonder, do my friends think I'm offending them when I call them weird? Because I think I catch them sending me disapproving look as I tell them stories about someone then straightforwardly said that "he/she's so weird!"

Well. In my dictionary, 'weird' means 'out of the box'. Extraordinary. People who are courageous enough to be different. And I absolutely give them the highest regard. So when I say "you're weird", it means "you're great".

I like using the term "weird". And I love "weird" people. I really do. I mean, if you ask me what quality I'm looking in friends (or, ehem, boyfriend), I'll answer "someone I can call weird".

Thank goodness my family are weird.

(and you, yes you--you don't know how many times I've called you weird since the first time we talked. I even used the superlative term: insane. Congrats, now you know.)

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...

Hari ini saya bicara pada pimpinan cabang LBB tempat saya les. Awalnya hanya menemani seorang teman yang malu-malu kucing pas mau konsultasi dengan beliau, tapi pada akhirnya saya ikut mengutarakan unek-unek yang beberapa hari ini mengganjal hati. Dan hal itu, terkait biaya kuliah.

Mulai tahun ini, di perguruan tinggi akan diterapkan kebijakan bertajuk Uang Kuliah Tunggal (UKT), yang mana besarnya dibedakan untuk tiap prodi dan tiap kategori kemampuan orangtua. Berhubung prodi incaran saya memang termasuk bonafide, angka yang tertera pun nggak main-main. Paling tinggi 25 juta. Per semester.

Baru kali ini saya tahu bahwa angka saja bisa bikin sesak napas. (Selain angka-angka di soal olimpiade matematika, but that's out of topic.)

Orangtua saya sudah bilang, jangan dipikirkan. Sudah, belajar saja yang rajin, lakukan yang terbaik. Dan saya paham, paham, bahwa itulah satu-satunya hal yang bisa saya lakukan sekarang. Masalah biaya, bukanlah bagian saya. Saya paham.

Tapi apalah mau dikata, otak ini kadang nakal. Yang harusnya tidak dipikir, terus melekat. Yang harusnya dipikir baik-baik, malah dilupakan. Biarpun sudah menetapkan hati untuk nggak mempermasalahkannya, tetap saja kepikiran.

Lama-lama menyesakkan. Makanya saya nekat mengatakannya pada pimpinan cabang LBB saya itu (sebut saja Mr. T), meskipun aslinya curhat bukan kebiasaan saya. Dan tahukah apa kata beliau?

"Yang namanya orangtua, mereka akan berusaha untuk memenuhi kebutuhan anaknya, agar bisa melihat mereka sukses. Kalau memang butuhnya sekian, mereka akan berusaha agar dapat sekian. Kalau butuhnya lebih banyak, mereka akan berusaha agar dapat lebih banyak. Lagipula, Tuhan tahu apa kebutuhan kita. Pasti ada jalannya. Pokoknya kamu dapatkan dulu jurusan yang kamu mau, urusan itu bakal ada jalan keluarnya nanti."

Sumpah, saya merasa tertampar mendengarnya.

Di mana ada kemauan, di situ ada jalan. Siapa yang selama ini menyerukan hal itu? Siapa yang selama ini menyemangati temannya untuk nggak usah memikirkan masalah biaya? Siapa yang selama ini meyakinkan temannya bahwa biaya bukan rintangan dalam mengenyam pendidikan, karena ada yang namanya beasiswa?

Saya. Saya!

Begitu mudahnya menasihati orang lain. Begitu mudahnya melupakan nasihat yang sama, bila itu untuk diri sendiri!

Berkat ucapan Mr. T, saya bisa menemukan lagi kepercayaan diri yang sempat meredup. Terima kasih banyak, Mr. T. Dan untuk teman-teman, mari kita saling mengingatkan. Karena kita tidak bisa melihat wajah kita sendiri tanpa bantuan orang lain. Kita tidak bisa mengelap kotoran di muka tanpa arahan orang lain.

Dan jangan lupa: KITA PASTI BISA!

Titik Balik

Ashita e no chikamichi ga

doushitemo mitsukerarenai?

Hitotsu zutsu, ippo zutsu,

sonna no wakatte iru keredo

Taiyou ga noboru basho e

 [Why can’t I find

the shortcut to tomorrow?

Even though I understand

I have to do it

step by step, one at a time

To the place the sun rises]

[音楽 - Kalafina]

Terkadang, kita memang merasa hidup itu berjalan lamban. Hari demi hari, kita berjuang demi suatu tujuan. Para siswa belajar tak kenal lelah. Para karyawan bekerja dari pagi sampai sore. Kemarin, sekarang, besok, minggu depan--tanpa tahu kapan akan berhenti.

Capeknyaaa.

Consolation Dress (doesnt really console me)

Konbanwa~

So maybe all of you have known (or not) that Kalafina's 4th album is out! It contains a PV of Yume no Daichi. And as usual, I was very curious about it. Would it be as boring as Hikari Furu? Or a little revolutionary like symphonia? So I downloaded it right away (piracy FTW!) then watched it.

First impression: Uhhh, another non-story just-stand-and-sing-beautifully PV. At least it's not hellishly plain like Hikaru Furu. The ladies are pretty and lovely like always. The song reminds me of symphonia yet it's calmer. It also reminds me of FictionJunction's songs.

After finished watching it, I closed it. Then went browsing again. It led me to Kalafina's blog, where the ladies just wrote a new post. Including pictures of their album promo.

Le gasp. WHAT KIND OF DRESSES ARE THOSE??

Then it dawned on me--those're the same dresses they wore in the PV! OhmyGod, their pretty faces and beautiful music had diverted my attention from their attire.

Seriously Kalafina, what happens to your fashion sense? Those dresses look like craps. Like you sewn together whatever cloth you've got. Amazingly disturbing, really. And Keiko, you sure that's not Hikaru's moonfesta dress with additional rags?

But hey, even I must admit. Those uhhh horrible dresses still look good and appealing... if worn by Kalafina ladies. So the saying that 'pretty people still look pretty in whatever attire' proves true.

I just hope they don't stick to these dresses for a long time. I much, much prefer the dresses shown at the back. Seriously.

Not-So-Karma

Pelajaran yang diambil dari pengalaman: jangan pernah berharap untuk menghindari sesuatu.

Seriously,  people. Ini pelajaran yang sudah saya terima sejak lama sih, tapi setiap kali saya tidak ingin mengakuinya. Hanya saja... reality betrays me every single time.

Kali ini ceritanya begini. Seminggu ini saya ada ujian praktik. Hari pertama adalah kimia dan biologi. Waktu mempelajari kisi-kisi praktik kimia, ada satu yang bagi saya tuh sulit banget. Menguras waktu pula. Saya pun berharap, berdoa, agar besok tidak dapat praktikum yang itu (karena nomor praktik ditentukan lewat lotere).

Dan... yah, kalian pasti sudah bisa menebak. Apa yang ingin dihindari justru disodorkan ke depan mata. Waktu ambil lotere, liat nomornya, dan liat ke arah meja praktik... Sumpah pengen teriak putus asa.

WHYYYYYYY???

Tapi mau bagaimana lagi, cuma bisa dijalani sebaik-baiknya kan? Dan pada akhirnya... saya berhasil menyelesaikan praktikum itu dengan baik dan benar dan lancar dan alhamdulillah pokoknya!

Di satu sisi saya sebal. Kenapa kayak hukum karma begini sih? Tapi di sisi lain, saya bersyukur sama Tuhan. Karena Dia sudah memaksa saya untuk membuktikan, pada diri sendiri dan pada orang lain, bahwa sebetulnya saya bisa.

Akhirnya, untuk praktik seterusnya, saya berusaha sebisa mungkin untuk nggak berharap menghindari satu materi. Hiks.

Good Girl Gone Bad

in the land of twilight, under the moon
we dance for the idiots
ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon
we sing with the castanets
[Kajiura Yuki - in the land of twilight, under the moon]

Adakah saat di mana kalian merasa dada ini begitu sesak, ingin meledak?

Di sini saya mau cerita tentang 'metamorfosis'. Cerita nyata. Bukan dalam novel apalagi sinetron. The best story of my life up until now.

Fortune-teller

Apa kalian percaya dengan ramalan?
Pastinya ada yang menjawab ya dan tidak.
Ada juga yang bilang bahwa ramalan itu hanya untuk senang-senang saja.
Saya termasuk yang terakhir itu. Mendengar dan melihat ramalan untuk hiburan semata.

Frequently Said Words

Selamat malam :)

Aih, kangen berat sama blog ini. Sudah lama tidak bisa update apa-apa karena kemarin itu minggu ujian semester, dilanjutkan minggu liburan. Selama liburan di luar kota, laptop lebih sering dipakai onii-sama main game =w="

Nah, mumpung sekarang bisa ngetik, saya mau share sesuatu.

Kemarin saya mendapat satu sms unik dari seorang teman. Berisi sebuah pertanyaan, lebih menyerupai survei.

Kata dalam bahasa Inggris apa yang paling sering kamu ucapkan? Dan mengapa?

Saya benar-benar merasa tertampar membaca pertanyaan nan simpel tersebut. Segeralah saya mengingat-ingat. Apa ya? Well, at least saya menemukan dua, yang saya ucapkan tiap hari. (Warning, diucapkan dalam hati saja lho ya)

Pernyataan Maaf

Heya. Selamat malam. Ketemu lagi dengan saya di blog ini.
Oh, lupakan, saya terlalu banyak nonton TV.

Nggak ada kerjaan setelah belajar buat UAS, akhirnya saya baca-baca ulang blog ini. Terdengar narsis memang, jadi kepikiran apa ada orang lain yang punya kebiasaan seperti saya ini? Oke, itu hanya penjelasan latar belakang. Masuk ke bahasan utama.

Setelah membaca-baca ulang, beberapa post rasanya sedikit rasis(?). Bukan, bukan rasis yang beneran, cuma sedikit diskriminasi. Bahkan saya, yang sudah menulis post-post itu dengan segala kesadaran (kecuali kalau keadaan galau bisa bikin mabok), merasa bahwa mereka... sangat songong/sombong/sok sekali =)) [hey, deadly triple s!]

Beneran. Dibaca tuh seakan-akan saya, si penulis, adalah yang paling benar. Haha. Sifat alami saya, mungkin? Weleh, kalau iya, gawat ini.

Saya nggak bakal heran kalau ada yang merasa tersinggung. Saya nggak menyalahkan. Saya usahakan menerima komentar anda sebagai kritik membangun. Kalau perlu lain kali jitak saja saya secara langsung XD

Untuk itu saya minta maaf yang sebesar-besarnya untuk semua pembaca. Saya mengaku salah. Harusnya saya memikirkannya lebih matang, ya. Terkadang jari saya bergerak jauh lebih cepat dari otak dan mulut #slapfinger. 

Rank

Ranking 1. Apa yang timbul dalam pikiranmu jika melihat kata tersebut? Jawaban kalian, mungkin akan berkisar pada hebat, pintar, kerja keras, bakat. Benar, kalau hanya melihat angka 1 di belakang kata 'rangking', secara otomatis itulah yang akan tebersit. Lingkungan masyarakat membentuk nilai bahwa semua yang mendapat ranking 1 berarti punya kualitas terbaik. Kebanyakan orang--scratch that, semua orang--menganggap ranking 1 adalah akhir dari perjuangan, titik tertinggi yang bisa kamu dapat.

Bagi saya, ranking 1 sama sekali tidak ada artinya. Bagi saya, 'kualitas terbaik' itu semu.