Rumah, Pada Akhirnya.

Wah, nikmat sekali rasanya kembali berada dirumah ya. Makan enak dan bergizi: cek. Tidur nyenyak sampai siang tanpa harus memikirkan kuliah keesokan harinya: cek. Berinteraksi dengan orangtua dan adik tersayang: cek. Baca buku sampai pusing: cek. Nonton TV dan DVD sampai buta: cek. Haha, saya senang.

Lebih asyiknya lagi, rencana liburan yang terbentang di depan saya sepertinya sudah memanggil saya dengan intonasi yang teramat persuasif. Saya tidak sabar!

Memulai semua ini, besok saya cabut ke Semarang sendirian, untuk kemudian menyusul keluarga saya yang sedang berlibur di Solo hari Jumat-nya (oke, saya dan keluarga saya memang orang Jawa banget yang ga bisa ga ke Solo setiap liburan, and hell ya I'm proud of it! Hehe)

Lalu tanggal 29 bakalan ada reuni SD Muhammadiyah 24 Jakarta angkatan 2001 tercinta yang pasti bakal seru parah. 7 tahun ga ketemu, menurut L? =P

Dan puncaknya, insyaAllah tanggal 8 Januari saya beserta 8 teman wanita saya (haha, teman wanita!) akan ke Bali surga dunia. Semoga tidak ada halangan yang berarti, amin. Woohoo. Sangat, sangat, sangat bersemangat..

Posting-an cerita dan foto tentang itu semua akan menyusul setelahnya yaa, insyaAllah kalo ga males, hehe.

Happy Holidaaaaay =D

Crap.

I feel really dumb today.

Malas Belajar dan Kangen Ibu.

Bukannya belajar untuk UAS, saya malah asyik berselancar di dunia maya, blog-walking, dan nulis posting-an ini sambil dengerin We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things dan ngemil Oreo.

Kalo di rumah, pasti ibu saya udah nanya-nanya dengan nada menyindir, "Kamu kok ga belajar, Mbak?"

Haha, saya jadi kangen ibu deh..



Fine, I'm off studying now.

Freak.

I do not talk about things I do not want to talk about.
People say I am idealistic.
I say I do not care.

I do not do things I am not comfortable in doing.
People say I am boring.
I say I do not care.

I do not share laughter after jokes I do not consider funny.
People say I am stiff.
I say I do not care.

I am not moved by the tears dramas produce.
People say I am heartless.
I say I do not care.

I do not change into something I do not wish to be.
People say I am old.
I say I do not care.

(Me, being random. One part of those characters and conditions above is based on and inspired by true events. The other one part I made it up. About the title of this post, it was inspired by my unfinished conversation with Madeza Alexander. Just do not ask why and how. I just feel like jotting it down.)

Live High.

I am now cwazeeey about this particular song sung by the adorable Mr.A-Z. The lyrics are just killers, the tune is a chiller, and God knows the singer is a bomber ;P

So, have a peek..



And maybe start singing along..

I try to picture a girl
Through a looking glass
See her as a carbon atom
See her eyes and stare back at them
See that girl
As her own new world
Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe

Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds
Are we all here standing naked
Taking guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by

Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously

Try to picture the man
To always have an open hand
And see him as a giving tree
See him as matter
Matter fact he's not a beast
No not the devil either
Always a good deed doer
And it's laughter that we're making after all

The call of the wild is still an ordination why
And the order of the primates
All our politics are too late
Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is this assembly singing of gratitude
Practicing their lovin' for you

Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Oh live righteously

Take it all,
And just take it easy
And celebrate the malleable reality
You see nothing is ever as it seems
Yeah this life is but a dream

Lift me up to the almighty
Raise your hands and start acknowledging

--Live High by Jason Mraz

=(

A fever, a sore throat, a headache, and.. as if they are not enough, some menstrual cramps.

Dari Raga yang Sakit.

kadang kau memang butuh (untuk menjadi) sakit.

sakit menyediakan segala ruang dan waktu yang kau butuhkan untuk berkontemplasi; untuk memikirkan kembali hal-hal yang semasa sehat alpa untuk sekedar kau jadikan konsiderasi.

sakit memberikan segala alasan untuk menghentikan rotasi hidup sejenak. lebih menyenangkan lagi, sakit memberikan kesempatan untuk melihat bagaimana dunia terus berjalan dengan iramanya yang teratur, disaat kau terhenti, terbaring tak berdaya di tempat tidur.

sakit membantumu mengingat ketulusan orang-orang terkasihmu, yang biasanya mengurusmu dikala kau sakit, dahulu, sebelum kalian menjadi jauh.

sakit menunjukkanmu teman-teman paling berharga yang harus kau jaga dalam hidupmu yang (semoga) masih panjang, yang masih akan menemukan banyak sakit dalam perjalanannya.

sakit membantumu untuk bersyukur bahwa kau masih hidup; bahwa dalam kelemahan, setidaknya untuk bernapas kau masih sanggup.

sakit membuatmu menyadari bahwa sehat itu tak ternilai harganya; bahwa buku-buku yang baru kau belipun tak akan terlihat menarik lagi jika kau sakit.

sakit menyediakan optimisme dan segala harapan bahwa mungkin hari esok keadaanmu akan membaik.

ya. amin.

For All the Girls Out There ;)

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

--Maya Angelou

(P.S. isn't this poem sweet? How I wish I could write like Miss Angelou does! By the way, thank God I'm a woman.)

Nineteen

Being 19 somewhat feels absurd. Having been a teenager for so long of time, now I am on the verge of this teen-y journey. Next year I will be 20 - t w e n t y - realize that no teen word comes follow anymore.

Wow, gotta go growing up like very soon.

(Err, does that mean that I shouldn't have chosen that Grover picture above? Anyway, thank you Google Image for providing the exact picture I was looking for).

Hope this rainy December will bring a complete closing of your 2008!