Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Monday, 2 May 2011
What's wrong with me?
Yes, what is wrong with me?
Well, I often get some weird situation with people around me? I don't know why. When this is happen, I try to be defended rather than offended. In fact I always feel guilty even maybe I'm not wrong at this case. But people get easily irritate me with their way. I easily get depressed.
I mean I'm only human. It's normal if I do a few mistake, in purpose or not. I also try really hard to understand and treat them the way they want to be treated. If it is wrong if I want to be understood too? Why? I can't stop asking why? I'm a kind of person who avoid having a problem with another, but why there is always an unnecessary problem happen?
What's wrong with me? Seriously I want to be a better person. For myself, for my family, my friends, my boyfriend and all people. So if I have done a mistake, just tell me. And if you want to tell me, just find a right time when I'm not in a bad situation. Thx U
Bye for now,
Well, I often get some weird situation with people around me? I don't know why. When this is happen, I try to be defended rather than offended. In fact I always feel guilty even maybe I'm not wrong at this case. But people get easily irritate me with their way. I easily get depressed.
I mean I'm only human. It's normal if I do a few mistake, in purpose or not. I also try really hard to understand and treat them the way they want to be treated. If it is wrong if I want to be understood too? Why? I can't stop asking why? I'm a kind of person who avoid having a problem with another, but why there is always an unnecessary problem happen?
What's wrong with me? Seriously I want to be a better person. For myself, for my family, my friends, my boyfriend and all people. So if I have done a mistake, just tell me. And if you want to tell me, just find a right time when I'm not in a bad situation. Thx U
Bye for now,
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Great Lost for Ayu's Death
with a heavy warm raindrops in Jogjakarta
I'm sorry for didn't write some post yesterday, meanwhile I promised to you and myself to post everyday. Well there was something suddenly happened yesterday, which shocked me enough.
Yesterday, I passed the day started with a great stomach in early morning. I had to go to the toilette like thousands time, that made my body feels very weak. Because of the stomach disaster, I canceled the "Pikatan Horsing Club" photo session with another peeps from Unit Berkuda UGM. Unfortunately, because I really wanted to hang around with my peeeps from the club, I missed them so much.
But fortunately, the ordinary day had changed because my UB peep, Nadya invited me to join with another peeps to watch movies in Moviebox. I was really glad, because finally there is something to do to pass the Saturday night. So I was picked up in 8pm and enjoyed the horror movies which enough scary. After movies, me and my peeps had some dinner time in Kedai 24 in Seturan. We laughed, eaten food noisy and play some minigame which made us very happy. You know, that usually, I m not easily feels comfort in group that I rarely join in. But I always feel comfortable when I stay around them. Though most of our conversation mostly filled by such jokes things (not kind of 'heavy' conversation that makes you confuse). I still enjoy the club. I still wondering why I really feel such a great warm.
:)) thank u fellas
Then, the badnews was arrived via text sent to Darsim said that Ayu one of the horses is dying. Me, Nadya, Afa and Darsim, went right away to stable in Godean. Though it was almost in the middle of the night, Nadya bravely driven her car with me and afa while darsim had ride his motorcycle.
And this is the shocking news I told above. When we arrived in Godean, Ade the groomer said that Ayu had dead. And suddenly Nadya and Afa crying, Darsim seemed more tough to face the death. I felt sad and lost, but i wasn't crying at all. Well I m not a kind of girl who easily get tears run out. I dont know why,.
Because it's almost 2am in the morning, we decided to go home and come back again for Ayu's funeral.
On the way home, I felt really sorry for Nadya who couldnt stop crying. She kept the phone on the line called another UB peeps, told them about Ayu's death. I amaze to, how Ayu could really stay in nadya's heart, so when she's gone, Nadya feel a great lost. I do believe that there is a strong connection between God's creature, who love each other. I this case, Ayu was Nadya first horse that Nadya rode bravely. And from Nadya story, Ayu is the sweetest horse that always act nice and good even to newbi. Too bad that I have not ever rode with her. But still I love her so much, honestly.
And now, Ayu has buried in the cornfield near her stable. I always remember her as a nice sweet horse who always longing for people touch in her head. And will be always UB sweetheart that we will never forget. Goodbye sweety,
I'm sorry for didn't write some post yesterday, meanwhile I promised to you and myself to post everyday. Well there was something suddenly happened yesterday, which shocked me enough.
Yesterday, I passed the day started with a great stomach in early morning. I had to go to the toilette like thousands time, that made my body feels very weak. Because of the stomach disaster, I canceled the "Pikatan Horsing Club" photo session with another peeps from Unit Berkuda UGM. Unfortunately, because I really wanted to hang around with my peeeps from the club, I missed them so much.
But fortunately, the ordinary day had changed because my UB peep, Nadya invited me to join with another peeps to watch movies in Moviebox. I was really glad, because finally there is something to do to pass the Saturday night. So I was picked up in 8pm and enjoyed the horror movies which enough scary. After movies, me and my peeps had some dinner time in Kedai 24 in Seturan. We laughed, eaten food noisy and play some minigame which made us very happy. You know, that usually, I m not easily feels comfort in group that I rarely join in. But I always feel comfortable when I stay around them. Though most of our conversation mostly filled by such jokes things (not kind of 'heavy' conversation that makes you confuse). I still enjoy the club. I still wondering why I really feel such a great warm.
:)) thank u fellas
Then, the badnews was arrived via text sent to Darsim said that Ayu one of the horses is dying. Me, Nadya, Afa and Darsim, went right away to stable in Godean. Though it was almost in the middle of the night, Nadya bravely driven her car with me and afa while darsim had ride his motorcycle.
And this is the shocking news I told above. When we arrived in Godean, Ade the groomer said that Ayu had dead. And suddenly Nadya and Afa crying, Darsim seemed more tough to face the death. I felt sad and lost, but i wasn't crying at all. Well I m not a kind of girl who easily get tears run out. I dont know why,.
Because it's almost 2am in the morning, we decided to go home and come back again for Ayu's funeral.
On the way home, I felt really sorry for Nadya who couldnt stop crying. She kept the phone on the line called another UB peeps, told them about Ayu's death. I amaze to, how Ayu could really stay in nadya's heart, so when she's gone, Nadya feel a great lost. I do believe that there is a strong connection between God's creature, who love each other. I this case, Ayu was Nadya first horse that Nadya rode bravely. And from Nadya story, Ayu is the sweetest horse that always act nice and good even to newbi. Too bad that I have not ever rode with her. But still I love her so much, honestly.
And now, Ayu has buried in the cornfield near her stable. I always remember her as a nice sweet horse who always longing for people touch in her head. And will be always UB sweetheart that we will never forget. Goodbye sweety,
Friday, 29 April 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Late Nite Talk : I Miss You
It's us. Having a little fight via facebook chat. It's been more than two years, but still..
So, then, though all the fight and painful feeling, I still miss you. I'm longing stay in your big arm and cry loudly.
I'm longing to be missed by you, to be kissed by you..
I'm longing your breakfast and your morning kisses, your white lily, your photograph (me inside), I miss your long hair (but still, you looking good now)
I still feel so much pain, but still I miss you so much
So, then, though all the fight and painful feeling, I still miss you. I'm longing stay in your big arm and cry loudly.
I'm longing to be missed by you, to be kissed by you..
I'm longing your breakfast and your morning kisses, your white lily, your photograph (me inside), I miss your long hair (but still, you looking good now)
I still feel so much pain, but still I miss you so much
Let Bygone Be Bygone
Hallo everyone,
Entah kenapa saya memberi judul seperti itu. Mungkin terinspirasi dari semua yang terjadi belakangan di hidup saya secara umum. Entah kenapa hari-hari belakangan terasa makin asing, makin rumit dan makin sulit untuk saya. Tapi dengan segala keikhlasan, saya sadar semua yang berlalu biarlah berlalu, toh tidak akan dapat terulang lagi.
Dimulai dari masalah keluarga yang tak kunjung selesai, masalah cinta yang itu-itu juga dan banyak hal lainnya yang campur aduk. Saking campur aduknya, saya ga tau bisa mengurutkan secara runut ata nggak.
Yang pasti, pagi ini dimulai biasa-biasa dengan kegiatan shalat, spongebob jam 6, mencuci baju, cuci piring, masak sarapan dan leyeh-leyeh. Saya tidur sangat larut setelah memberi Sekar Amanda, teman dekat saya, surprise ulang tahun, juga kegiatan insom lainnya seperti membaca buku dan melihat-lihat jadwal hari ini.
Ga ada yang penting sampai saya telpon mama pagi-pagi. Jujur karena hubungan saya yang belakangan kurang begitu baik sama mama, tadinya saya mau telpon pengasuh saya sejak kecil, cuma untuk mengobati kekangenan terhadap kampung halaman. Tak ada maksud lain. Sampai akhirnya Encuy pengasuh saya tiba-tiba memberikan telpon sama mama. Yahh berhubung belum dikirim juga, saya ngobrol aja, sekalian minta sangu.
Bla bla bla... setelah ngobrol ngalor ngidul, akhirnya sampailah ke poin yang paling sering membuat saya dan mama berantem. Sumpah, saking (hampir) emosionalnya saya, saya mengelus dada menahan diri agar ga marah sama mama. Huff
Well, selain sesi hampir berantemnya, sisa pembicaraan di telpon pagi itu berlangsung aman. Mama malah sempet tanya-tanya masalah nikah segala. Oh gosh. I'm stil going on 24th, dont be so hurry Ma..
Dan seharian saya ga ada pulsa, karena saya benar-benar kehabisan pulsa. Jadilah saya ga bisa menghubungi Imam. Tapi sedihnya, dia baru menghubungi jam 7 malam td, itupun cuma informasi singkat. Tadinya saya berharap ditelpon dan berharap dia sekedar memastikan keadaan saya baik-baik saja. Tapi yahh, sampai sekarang ga ada kabar apa-apa lagi. Ahh sudahlah, mungkin dia memang benar-benar sibuk hingga ta sempat menghubungi saya lagi. I just try to be positif
Ada lagi yang ga biasa di hari ini, when thousands tears came out!! Yap.. entah kenapa (lagi) tadi saya tiba-tiba bisa mengeluarkan semuanya lagi ke salah satu teman terbaik, Raras. Dari kemarin saya memang sering menangis tanpa sebab, tapi yahh ga bener-bener keluar. Baru tadi badha magrib saya benar-benar bisa mengeluarkan semuanya. I dont know but I think, she just a good listener so I can release all pain inside. Yang pasti saya senang, karena, saya yang biasanya ta begitu cocok bersahabat dengan perempuan bisa menemukan sosok-sosok yang bisa mengerti betapa rumitnya saya dan hidup saya. Thx to Rifgie Indiraswari and Sekar Amanda. I know we're quite different, but we meant to each others :)
(Jadi kangen Diela juga :))
Nah kan ini benar-benar random semuanya, yasudah. Ini permulaan dari saya yang takut. Takut bahkan untuk sekedar menulis lagi. Semoga besok-besok saya konsisten mengisi postingan. Sekedar mendokumentasikan apa yang terjadi di hidup.
Semua besok berjalan lancar : kumpul PSTV, kumpul Berkuda dan ahh yaa, pesan mawar!!
Goodnite everyone, God Bless
Entah kenapa saya memberi judul seperti itu. Mungkin terinspirasi dari semua yang terjadi belakangan di hidup saya secara umum. Entah kenapa hari-hari belakangan terasa makin asing, makin rumit dan makin sulit untuk saya. Tapi dengan segala keikhlasan, saya sadar semua yang berlalu biarlah berlalu, toh tidak akan dapat terulang lagi.
Dimulai dari masalah keluarga yang tak kunjung selesai, masalah cinta yang itu-itu juga dan banyak hal lainnya yang campur aduk. Saking campur aduknya, saya ga tau bisa mengurutkan secara runut ata nggak.
Yang pasti, pagi ini dimulai biasa-biasa dengan kegiatan shalat, spongebob jam 6, mencuci baju, cuci piring, masak sarapan dan leyeh-leyeh. Saya tidur sangat larut setelah memberi Sekar Amanda, teman dekat saya, surprise ulang tahun, juga kegiatan insom lainnya seperti membaca buku dan melihat-lihat jadwal hari ini.
Ga ada yang penting sampai saya telpon mama pagi-pagi. Jujur karena hubungan saya yang belakangan kurang begitu baik sama mama, tadinya saya mau telpon pengasuh saya sejak kecil, cuma untuk mengobati kekangenan terhadap kampung halaman. Tak ada maksud lain. Sampai akhirnya Encuy pengasuh saya tiba-tiba memberikan telpon sama mama. Yahh berhubung belum dikirim juga, saya ngobrol aja, sekalian minta sangu.
Bla bla bla... setelah ngobrol ngalor ngidul, akhirnya sampailah ke poin yang paling sering membuat saya dan mama berantem. Sumpah, saking (hampir) emosionalnya saya, saya mengelus dada menahan diri agar ga marah sama mama. Huff
Well, selain sesi hampir berantemnya, sisa pembicaraan di telpon pagi itu berlangsung aman. Mama malah sempet tanya-tanya masalah nikah segala. Oh gosh. I'm stil going on 24th, dont be so hurry Ma..
Dan seharian saya ga ada pulsa, karena saya benar-benar kehabisan pulsa. Jadilah saya ga bisa menghubungi Imam. Tapi sedihnya, dia baru menghubungi jam 7 malam td, itupun cuma informasi singkat. Tadinya saya berharap ditelpon dan berharap dia sekedar memastikan keadaan saya baik-baik saja. Tapi yahh, sampai sekarang ga ada kabar apa-apa lagi. Ahh sudahlah, mungkin dia memang benar-benar sibuk hingga ta sempat menghubungi saya lagi. I just try to be positif
Ada lagi yang ga biasa di hari ini, when thousands tears came out!! Yap.. entah kenapa (lagi) tadi saya tiba-tiba bisa mengeluarkan semuanya lagi ke salah satu teman terbaik, Raras. Dari kemarin saya memang sering menangis tanpa sebab, tapi yahh ga bener-bener keluar. Baru tadi badha magrib saya benar-benar bisa mengeluarkan semuanya. I dont know but I think, she just a good listener so I can release all pain inside. Yang pasti saya senang, karena, saya yang biasanya ta begitu cocok bersahabat dengan perempuan bisa menemukan sosok-sosok yang bisa mengerti betapa rumitnya saya dan hidup saya. Thx to Rifgie Indiraswari and Sekar Amanda. I know we're quite different, but we meant to each others :)
(Jadi kangen Diela juga :))
Nah kan ini benar-benar random semuanya, yasudah. Ini permulaan dari saya yang takut. Takut bahkan untuk sekedar menulis lagi. Semoga besok-besok saya konsisten mengisi postingan. Sekedar mendokumentasikan apa yang terjadi di hidup.
Semua besok berjalan lancar : kumpul PSTV, kumpul Berkuda dan ahh yaa, pesan mawar!!
Goodnite everyone, God Bless
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Sampai Kapan Akhirnya Saya akan Menulis
Blog ini sebenarnya sedikit berubah dari tujuan awalnya. Awal mula blog ini dibuat. Tadinya, blog ini saya bayangkan akan seperti blog fashion-blog fashion yang ada pada umumnya, tapi karena satu dan hal lainnya, saya belum bisa mewujudkan hal itu. Semua sepenuhnya saya persalahkan atas diri saya yang masih belum bisa konsisten dengan apa yang saya kerjakan.
Jadi, ya sudahlah gpp ini blog saya isi sama sampah-sampah curhatan saya, itung-itung latian nulis. Yang penting saya isi tiap hari, apapun itu isinya. Ga ada tujuan sih, cuma ingin menulis, syukur-syukur bisa melatih saya agar mulai konsisten. Lagian followernya masih sedikit, saya bisa lebih bebas menuangkan isi pikiran.
Ngomong-ngomong ga ada hal penting yang ingin saya tulis, meskipun kepala ini lagi penatnya minta ampun. Dijejali banyak pikiran aneh. Tentang keluarga (terutama), kuliah, cinta-cintaan, masa depan, pertemanan. banyak deh. sampai-sampai saya bingung dari mana saya harus mulai cerita.
Oh iyaa, mungkin bisa saya ceritakan satu persatu saja berdasarkan tema-tema tertentu. Tematik gitu sifatnya.
Keluarga
Masih rumit. Kadang saya sampai berpikir, sampai kapan saya bisa bertahan? Kalau bukan gara-gara adik saya yang begitu kuat menanggung banyak beban. Bertanggung jawab sama banyak hal. Kenapa ada manusia-manusia yang begitu tidak sadar, mereka telah menyakiti banyak pihak? Ketika hingga saat ini, saya tidak mengintervensi kalian itu hanya gara-gara Ibu saya. Dan saya menghindari pertengkaran dengannya. Bagaimana bisa kalian merongrong masalah 'membeli rumah', jika kalian (sangat mungkin) tahu, kami anak-anaknya yang merantau mencari ilmu, hidup pas-pasan, bahkan terkadang harus pinjam sana-sini demi bisa makan atau sekedar jajan atau sekedar beli baju baru (yang itu pun harus dengan pintar kami pilih di awul-awul). Sampai kapan kalian bisa hidup mandiri dengan kehidupan sendiri? Sampai kapan Ibu kami mesti menanggung beban berat di pundaknya??
Diatas segalanya, saya selalu berdoa untuk kebaikkan kalian.
:Abah
sampai kapan Abah mau nganggur? sampai kapan? padahal usia Abah masih produktif. Meskipun iya, Abah sebelumnya kerja. Abah pensiun dini dari Telkom, tp tetap saja sudah 4 tahun ini Abah nganggur. Saya sudah menyelesaikan buku biografi Amien Rais yang ditulis oleh anaknya. Saya miris, saya rindu punya bapak dengan karakter yang kuat. Bukan karakter yang plin-plan seperti Abah. Bukan karakter yang beraninya dibelakang. Bukan karakter yang belum bisa membela anak-anaknyanya padahal sudah dibikin berantem versus mama, sama manusia-manusia itu. Bukan karakter yang selalu membuat banyak target tetapi hanya sedikit sekali dan bahkan tidak ada yang tercapai.
:Mama
sampai kapan ma? kapan mata mama bisa terbuka? kapan mama bisa fokus? kapan mama bisa berhenti berbohong??
Kuliah
Ini. Kuliah. Belum ada passion yang berarti, tapi saya harus mengalahkan kebosanan ini. saya selalu mensugesti diri saya yang sedang malas ini. sugesti bahwa saya malas kuliah karena kelamaan liburan. Well, let see..
Cinta
So far berjalan saja. Kadang saya merasa kurang bersyukur punya pacar sebaik Imam. Kebaikannya luar biasa. Malah bikin saya makin hari makin lama makin sayang. Hingga tak terasa hubungan saya sudah dua tahun dengan dia. Tapi ada beberapa saja yang mengganjal. Sifat kita sepertinya terlalu sama, pembosan, tidak suka terikat, dan pada dasarnya introvert (meskipun dari luar saya terlihat cerewet kayak bebek/ekstrovert). Ini repotnya. kita naik turun bareng-bareng. Masalah apa aja, jadi saling bersandar. Dan saling bersandar itu bikin kita bisa naikkk bgt atau turun bgt. Proyeksi masa depan? semoga saya bisa sampai di meja akad penghulu. Tapi, siapa yang tahu?? Jodoh dan Takdir, saya percaya sudah ditentukan dengan detail sama yang diatas :)
Bye now,
Besok saya nulis lagi :)
Jadi, ya sudahlah gpp ini blog saya isi sama sampah-sampah curhatan saya, itung-itung latian nulis. Yang penting saya isi tiap hari, apapun itu isinya. Ga ada tujuan sih, cuma ingin menulis, syukur-syukur bisa melatih saya agar mulai konsisten. Lagian followernya masih sedikit, saya bisa lebih bebas menuangkan isi pikiran.
Ngomong-ngomong ga ada hal penting yang ingin saya tulis, meskipun kepala ini lagi penatnya minta ampun. Dijejali banyak pikiran aneh. Tentang keluarga (terutama), kuliah, cinta-cintaan, masa depan, pertemanan. banyak deh. sampai-sampai saya bingung dari mana saya harus mulai cerita.
Oh iyaa, mungkin bisa saya ceritakan satu persatu saja berdasarkan tema-tema tertentu. Tematik gitu sifatnya.
Keluarga
Masih rumit. Kadang saya sampai berpikir, sampai kapan saya bisa bertahan? Kalau bukan gara-gara adik saya yang begitu kuat menanggung banyak beban. Bertanggung jawab sama banyak hal. Kenapa ada manusia-manusia yang begitu tidak sadar, mereka telah menyakiti banyak pihak? Ketika hingga saat ini, saya tidak mengintervensi kalian itu hanya gara-gara Ibu saya. Dan saya menghindari pertengkaran dengannya. Bagaimana bisa kalian merongrong masalah 'membeli rumah', jika kalian (sangat mungkin) tahu, kami anak-anaknya yang merantau mencari ilmu, hidup pas-pasan, bahkan terkadang harus pinjam sana-sini demi bisa makan atau sekedar jajan atau sekedar beli baju baru (yang itu pun harus dengan pintar kami pilih di awul-awul). Sampai kapan kalian bisa hidup mandiri dengan kehidupan sendiri? Sampai kapan Ibu kami mesti menanggung beban berat di pundaknya??
Diatas segalanya, saya selalu berdoa untuk kebaikkan kalian.
:Abah
sampai kapan Abah mau nganggur? sampai kapan? padahal usia Abah masih produktif. Meskipun iya, Abah sebelumnya kerja. Abah pensiun dini dari Telkom, tp tetap saja sudah 4 tahun ini Abah nganggur. Saya sudah menyelesaikan buku biografi Amien Rais yang ditulis oleh anaknya. Saya miris, saya rindu punya bapak dengan karakter yang kuat. Bukan karakter yang plin-plan seperti Abah. Bukan karakter yang beraninya dibelakang. Bukan karakter yang belum bisa membela anak-anaknyanya padahal sudah dibikin berantem versus mama, sama manusia-manusia itu. Bukan karakter yang selalu membuat banyak target tetapi hanya sedikit sekali dan bahkan tidak ada yang tercapai.
:Mama
sampai kapan ma? kapan mata mama bisa terbuka? kapan mama bisa fokus? kapan mama bisa berhenti berbohong??
Kuliah
Ini. Kuliah. Belum ada passion yang berarti, tapi saya harus mengalahkan kebosanan ini. saya selalu mensugesti diri saya yang sedang malas ini. sugesti bahwa saya malas kuliah karena kelamaan liburan. Well, let see..
Cinta
So far berjalan saja. Kadang saya merasa kurang bersyukur punya pacar sebaik Imam. Kebaikannya luar biasa. Malah bikin saya makin hari makin lama makin sayang. Hingga tak terasa hubungan saya sudah dua tahun dengan dia. Tapi ada beberapa saja yang mengganjal. Sifat kita sepertinya terlalu sama, pembosan, tidak suka terikat, dan pada dasarnya introvert (meskipun dari luar saya terlihat cerewet kayak bebek/ekstrovert). Ini repotnya. kita naik turun bareng-bareng. Masalah apa aja, jadi saling bersandar. Dan saling bersandar itu bikin kita bisa naikkk bgt atau turun bgt. Proyeksi masa depan? semoga saya bisa sampai di meja akad penghulu. Tapi, siapa yang tahu?? Jodoh dan Takdir, saya percaya sudah ditentukan dengan detail sama yang diatas :)
Bye now,
Besok saya nulis lagi :)
Friday, 18 June 2010
Thursday, 27 May 2010
Secret Garden, The Wildest Thing I Ever Dream
Then the crowd began to head for the horizon
A million people walking back to work
But you and me we just laid down in the garden
Yeah you and me we just laid down in the garden
(Take That – The Garden)
Hey!! This is my second post in this blog. Since days ago, I just wasn’t having some spare time to write again. I have so many task from college and a few fabric to sew, so they are just need some extra time. But fortunately, in my before-sleep-time, I steal a few times to read a book. Read again actually (when I was a young girl, I couldn’t stop to read and read again) one of my favorite classic tale, Secret Garden, written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. So I can tell you these things
But anyway, this my Secret Garden novel is a new one. The Secret Garden book that I had when I was a child is lost somewhere. Maybe in my old house, or in my cousins house, I didn’t know exactly. So, days ago, I found a Secret Garden novel translated to Bahasa Indonesia in a bookstore and I decided to bought the novel.
It has a beautiful artwork, so vintage and look old. The design really will take you to an atmosphere of a garden who full with a secret, trees, flowers and a beautiful bird.
The story is about Mary Lennox, an orphaned girl from India who moved to her uncle house in Yorkshire, England. The house is very big, with almost 100 rooms which some of them locked. And the house has a big yard with several gardens. But there was one garden that had been locked for ten years. It locked since her aunt death. She found the secret garden and it’s not only make her happy but some others too. After read the book, I felt asleep and dream about having rabit, squirrel, babygoat beside me, while me and someone laying in the garden. Yay!!Anyway, year ago. Me and Diela have found a secret garden behind my rent house. It's dirty actually. But there are some great place to take some picture.
Saturday, 22 May 2010
A Little Footstep
Hallo Everyone ☺
My name is Intan. Gee! What a strange introduction? Well, maybe it’s kind of a very shy beginning of me. Because I m very bad in writing. And also my life isn’t that really interesting to write in a blog and to be shared to you all. I’m just an ordinary girl who loves simply things that sometime bizarre and maybe a lil bit quirky. I ll be glad if someone call it a fashion blog/fashion page (because yes, I have a marvelous passion for fashion and maybe fashion will take most part of my blog) but actually the blog later will be filled with my daily story, my thought, my photos, my DIY project, my journey anything. Umm, if my mood is in a very happy situation and I have more cash in my pocket, I ll gift you, who read my blog, a little giveaway like bag, pretty vintage dress, shoes anything that I can find in thrift store, my favorite store (just wait ;) ). Last, if my cash getting less, you can shop in my wardrobe :D. And I hope I can share well everything to you all.
Then, it will be better if I start to introduce myself. My name is Intan Reza, almost 23 year old (OMG, I feel so old, hahaha). But my body is a very tiny, even some people think that I’m only a child (they call me Esther from Orphan movie). You can imagine, my weight is only about 36/37 kilograms and my hight isn’t reach 150 cm. Anyway my hair, fuhh my hair is wavy. But not kind of good wavy haircut. Sometime it’s pathetic I think (in Sundaness, my cousins call it krisye : kriting syedih). It’s thin but looks so tick. Some cousins even call me lion-hair. Anyway, I rarely go to salon. For many years, one of my cousin do some haircut for me. Because it’s difficult for hairstyles to cut and shape my hair. You can imagine tiny me with a unshaped-curly hair. This combination was making me unconfident during my childhood. But now, it s ok, I start to learn loving this strange hair :). Beside, the best way to loving yourself is to accept what you really are, right?
Now I live in Jogjakarta, a very wonderful city. I have to stay here because I take a college in this city called UGM. I take Communication Science, in Faculty of Social and Political Science. Before move to Jogja, in 2006, I was live in Depok, the city near the capital city of Indonesia, Jakarta. I took a college in University of Indonesia, took Political Science. In 2008, I decided to move my college to UGM with a different subject and I have to start the college from the beginning. I knew that it wasted my time, but I swear, I SWEAR I don’t regret, because Jogja (its people, its music scene, its city itself) my college are great, my friends are just GREAT ☺
And now, in daily life, I just an ordinary campus student who have so much lazy time. I don’t have any busy activities, except taking French course in Lembaga Indonesia Prancis, Jogja (which stop-for-a-while now) doing some campus tasks, watching some gigs, dress and taking some photos with my besti Diela Ranihadi, citywalking with mon cher Imam Solihin and sewing with a happy face (later going to do with my dad-gift-sewing-machine Juki, still in myhometown)
Anyway, maybe some of you want to know, why I named my blog aunt lulla. Actually, my eks-boyfriend gave me that name many years ago and it's simply just because I love lulla name. So, thank a lot to Hendra Permana (he's a very talented designer)
And millions thank to my dear Imam Solihin who teach me to use blogspot. FYI, i am a very low-tech girl who just hates HTML and kind of stuff.
To Dreamiy Girl, who has a very wonderful blog. She keep tell me to make a blog and now I finaly just make it though it haven't perfect yet.
Btw, my English is not really good anyway. But maybe later, sometime I write in Indonesia, or even my mother language Sundanesse :D
Then, it will be better if I start to introduce myself. My name is Intan Reza, almost 23 year old (OMG, I feel so old, hahaha). But my body is a very tiny, even some people think that I’m only a child (they call me Esther from Orphan movie). You can imagine, my weight is only about 36/37 kilograms and my hight isn’t reach 150 cm. Anyway my hair, fuhh my hair is wavy. But not kind of good wavy haircut. Sometime it’s pathetic I think (in Sundaness, my cousins call it krisye : kriting syedih). It’s thin but looks so tick. Some cousins even call me lion-hair. Anyway, I rarely go to salon. For many years, one of my cousin do some haircut for me. Because it’s difficult for hairstyles to cut and shape my hair. You can imagine tiny me with a unshaped-curly hair. This combination was making me unconfident during my childhood. But now, it s ok, I start to learn loving this strange hair :). Beside, the best way to loving yourself is to accept what you really are, right?
Now I live in Jogjakarta, a very wonderful city. I have to stay here because I take a college in this city called UGM. I take Communication Science, in Faculty of Social and Political Science. Before move to Jogja, in 2006, I was live in Depok, the city near the capital city of Indonesia, Jakarta. I took a college in University of Indonesia, took Political Science. In 2008, I decided to move my college to UGM with a different subject and I have to start the college from the beginning. I knew that it wasted my time, but I swear, I SWEAR I don’t regret, because Jogja (its people, its music scene, its city itself) my college are great, my friends are just GREAT ☺
And now, in daily life, I just an ordinary campus student who have so much lazy time. I don’t have any busy activities, except taking French course in Lembaga Indonesia Prancis, Jogja (which stop-for-a-while now) doing some campus tasks, watching some gigs, dress and taking some photos with my besti Diela Ranihadi, citywalking with mon cher Imam Solihin and sewing with a happy face (later going to do with my dad-gift-sewing-machine Juki, still in myhometown)
Anyway, maybe some of you want to know, why I named my blog aunt lulla. Actually, my eks-boyfriend gave me that name many years ago and it's simply just because I love lulla name. So, thank a lot to Hendra Permana (he's a very talented designer)
And millions thank to my dear Imam Solihin who teach me to use blogspot. FYI, i am a very low-tech girl who just hates HTML and kind of stuff.
To Dreamiy Girl, who has a very wonderful blog. She keep tell me to make a blog and now I finaly just make it though it haven't perfect yet.
Btw, my English is not really good anyway. But maybe later, sometime I write in Indonesia, or even my mother language Sundanesse :D
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