Helooooooouuuuuouououououo..
Yeah, I have to do that. I've been normal for quite some months now. I mean, no random drive off or impulsive (expensive) shopping. I have to say, I'm impressed.
Maybe it's because I'm growing up *slaps self* *cough*. Most likely it's because my life is kinda boring at the moment. My colleagues are normal. They're biggest thrill was cave tubbing. Thank you very much. I expected something like pushing some professors off the cliff or something *wild, mate. wild*.
I should be writing my pre theses at the moment. Yet here I am, writing this blog entry, listening to Justin Timberlake, and waiting for Neil Patrick Harris' video buffering. Yep, I'm shallow. And please add up the ability to multi task, por favor. Say that again? Pre theses? Yes. I forgot that I have the obligation to write a theses and graduate. I did this for you, the people in INDONESIA. Those who paid their taxes on time and contribute to the country's budgeting! Thank you! The problem is, dear tax payer, I don't have any brain :|. It's kinda hard to write down scientific materials and pretend that I understand a single thing I wrote. You can count on me drooling all over my keyboard when I wrote my pre theses.
My baby's healthy and well. I'm still a living commute zombie. My husband's still in love with this weirdo *I hope*.
Life's grand. Except you! Yeah, you! Scientific writing materials! I hope one day you could be more fun! *tossing reading materials away*
Maroon 5's on! Time to do head bumping on my desk!
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TiQi Bo
-stressed out, mate-
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Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
why so serious?
Miv, a friend of mine stated: 'if you're taking this seriously, you should picture you guys being an item'
I was... shocked. What does she mean... by... serious... ?
To be true, I avoid taking anything in my life seriously. Gives me shivers. Jinx. Whatever you may name them. I don't know, I'm a coward when it came to the word 'serious'. Kept hiding from it.
And apparently, the friend who suggest me to get serious with my choices of life, tends to break down every single month. Bleeding openly of her targets which were not fulfilled.
I had my break down. I got bleed. I got scars. At least, by not taking things seriously, I tend to forget those things. Covering it up with a smile, a laughter, another spoken dreams.
This is how I handle my life. Keeping it on the edge of sanity. Handling things with the best way I know, by taking them lightly.
So, Why so serious? Come to me again?
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TiQi Bo
I was... shocked. What does she mean... by... serious... ?
To be true, I avoid taking anything in my life seriously. Gives me shivers. Jinx. Whatever you may name them. I don't know, I'm a coward when it came to the word 'serious'. Kept hiding from it.
And apparently, the friend who suggest me to get serious with my choices of life, tends to break down every single month. Bleeding openly of her targets which were not fulfilled.
I had my break down. I got bleed. I got scars. At least, by not taking things seriously, I tend to forget those things. Covering it up with a smile, a laughter, another spoken dreams.
This is how I handle my life. Keeping it on the edge of sanity. Handling things with the best way I know, by taking them lightly.
So, Why so serious? Come to me again?
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TiQi Bo
Friday, January 28, 2011
Hanging with the wrong crowd (*)
I had a date with Jambon yesterday. Two (autistic) loner spending some quality time together. You would be having lots of trouble framing that, but well that's what happened yesterday.
We chat a lot. No, actually it wasn't a normal chat. It was a two way monologue. I'd just spill whatever i had in mind, and Jambon would do the same. To be frank, almost 90% of the information she said was lost somewhere in the dining table, absorbed by the foods there (ahem). Apologize. But that's the kind of friend i'm comfortable with.
Anyway, we went home afterwards. I took a bus to get back to my boarding house and Jambon took another bus to got to the station. Talking about public transportation, i'm a loyal user of it, and i'm proud! :) Don't judge a girl based on the clothes she wear or the book she read or the gadgets she own, please. That judgements insult my inteligence, wherever it may lie. Yeah sure i won't deny, I love branded clothes, because they're comfortable; i love reading unusual books, it broadens my point of view; i love spending most of my money on good food and gadgets, because unlike something that breathes, foods and gadgets seldom betray me (say whaaaa???). Ahem. So yeah, I took the bus as my everyday transportation. :)
So there I was, putting my gorgeous buttocks in the bus, and I saw groups if girls, just got home from my office orientation, being a crowd. And it stroke me. I was never a member of a crowd. Seriously, suddenly I felt so lonely in that stuffed bus. I was in those girls' shoes two years ago, but I was never in the crowd. I stand alone. Me, the single fighter. I'm pathetic.
I always wanted to know, how was it like, to be in a group of people, actually exchanging stories, like a normal girl do. I don't know, it's me being sentimentil agogo probably. But i only make friends with a few individual, not able to fit in a crowd.
I tried once, when i was in my university years. 7 girls. The name of the group was balemot. But as expected, i fall behind any other member. Right now, i still miss them at times, but i never really kept in touch with them. I didn't fit any crowd.
Yeah well, i guess it's who i am. The loner, jambon said. Now, don't get me wrong, i'd be there when you need me. I'd be the one left when the crowd has passed. Me. Sitting on my shadow. *halah*
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supposed to be posted years ago. Pro procrastinator! Yeah!
(*) hanging with the wrong crowd - ed hartcourt
TiQi Bo
We chat a lot. No, actually it wasn't a normal chat. It was a two way monologue. I'd just spill whatever i had in mind, and Jambon would do the same. To be frank, almost 90% of the information she said was lost somewhere in the dining table, absorbed by the foods there (ahem). Apologize. But that's the kind of friend i'm comfortable with.
Anyway, we went home afterwards. I took a bus to get back to my boarding house and Jambon took another bus to got to the station. Talking about public transportation, i'm a loyal user of it, and i'm proud! :) Don't judge a girl based on the clothes she wear or the book she read or the gadgets she own, please. That judgements insult my inteligence, wherever it may lie. Yeah sure i won't deny, I love branded clothes, because they're comfortable; i love reading unusual books, it broadens my point of view; i love spending most of my money on good food and gadgets, because unlike something that breathes, foods and gadgets seldom betray me (say whaaaa???). Ahem. So yeah, I took the bus as my everyday transportation. :)
So there I was, putting my gorgeous buttocks in the bus, and I saw groups if girls, just got home from my office orientation, being a crowd. And it stroke me. I was never a member of a crowd. Seriously, suddenly I felt so lonely in that stuffed bus. I was in those girls' shoes two years ago, but I was never in the crowd. I stand alone. Me, the single fighter. I'm pathetic.
I always wanted to know, how was it like, to be in a group of people, actually exchanging stories, like a normal girl do. I don't know, it's me being sentimentil agogo probably. But i only make friends with a few individual, not able to fit in a crowd.
I tried once, when i was in my university years. 7 girls. The name of the group was balemot. But as expected, i fall behind any other member. Right now, i still miss them at times, but i never really kept in touch with them. I didn't fit any crowd.
Yeah well, i guess it's who i am. The loner, jambon said. Now, don't get me wrong, i'd be there when you need me. I'd be the one left when the crowd has passed. Me. Sitting on my shadow. *halah*
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supposed to be posted years ago. Pro procrastinator! Yeah!
(*) hanging with the wrong crowd - ed hartcourt
TiQi Bo
Friday, November 19, 2010
Last Month
Last few month was one hell of an experience for me. My friends got jaw-dropped for the journey I've made. Why do I have to spill about it now? Well, certainly, I won't spill bluntly on my trips, as always. I just want to let my friends know, the trips, the journeys, or whatever you may call it, every ride has it consequences. Just so you know. :)
So where should I start. I'm not good at memorizing dates, so let's start with Batam story. My office held a meeting there. Usual things: hotel rooms, long-boring-tiring meetings, and stumbled relationships with other human being :p. Business trip, mate... No matter how fun it sounds for you, for me, if it involves dealing with a group of human being, just erase the word 'fun' from my forehead. I'll be grumpy, as always. :)
After Batam, I head off to Singapore. Along with the annoying group of human beings. From all of the trip I've been, this trip is hell. I repeat... HELL. slow walking pace, different point of interest, unstopped yapping, restless critics. Enough of it already! I should've just head home straight after the business trip. At least I know, one or two human being is fine... groups of human being? No. No. Nonononono. No. Nonono!
After that, I stayed in Jakarta for some time, and continue my business trip. *sounds really important, huh? business trip. I never knew, it'd sound this way :p*. I went off to Bali. Yeah-yeah, you can scream and hop around when you heard Bali. But the tight schedule from 8 AM - 10 PM?! Just bite me. Fortunately, I've got friends who cared about me. Thank you Dedeq, Eiy, Intan, Cik Jean, and Aura. You girls made my business trip more fun! I thank you all.
I dragged my ass right after Bali. I have to head off for my personal matters :). That ass-dragging to the airport was one experience to tell.
If you say it was fun, I have to admit the trips were great! But still, I need some rest and a place to come home to by the end of the trip. Those trips are exhausting. They really are.
Hail trips! :D
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TiQi Bo
So where should I start. I'm not good at memorizing dates, so let's start with Batam story. My office held a meeting there. Usual things: hotel rooms, long-boring-tiring meetings, and stumbled relationships with other human being :p. Business trip, mate... No matter how fun it sounds for you, for me, if it involves dealing with a group of human being, just erase the word 'fun' from my forehead. I'll be grumpy, as always. :)
After Batam, I head off to Singapore. Along with the annoying group of human beings. From all of the trip I've been, this trip is hell. I repeat... HELL. slow walking pace, different point of interest, unstopped yapping, restless critics. Enough of it already! I should've just head home straight after the business trip. At least I know, one or two human being is fine... groups of human being? No. No. Nonononono. No. Nonono!
After that, I stayed in Jakarta for some time, and continue my business trip. *sounds really important, huh? business trip. I never knew, it'd sound this way :p*. I went off to Bali. Yeah-yeah, you can scream and hop around when you heard Bali. But the tight schedule from 8 AM - 10 PM?! Just bite me. Fortunately, I've got friends who cared about me. Thank you Dedeq, Eiy, Intan, Cik Jean, and Aura. You girls made my business trip more fun! I thank you all.
I dragged my ass right after Bali. I have to head off for my personal matters :). That ass-dragging to the airport was one experience to tell.
If you say it was fun, I have to admit the trips were great! But still, I need some rest and a place to come home to by the end of the trip. Those trips are exhausting. They really are.
Hail trips! :D
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TiQi Bo
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The lover after me
The adventure of Bo feat Munyun continues! :D I never thought this 12 years old friendship could get any lost than our Bandung part of life, but well... last weekend was a proof that human creature, especially by the name of Bo and Munyun, just won't learn anything.. :p
I hope I didn't get the jinx of telling these stories about Munyun in my blog, but well she is something. She's been there through my bad... and worse time. :D She was there when I was down low through my Ambon fugitives day and she was there when I was rambling about the guy in my Bandung part of life. She knows my core family and I know hers. Hmmm... well, my parents don't know her that well... Hopefully they won't or my mum would never see her the same way anymore.
Anyway, it's season 12 of our friendship thingy. Back in our junior high period of life, I never thought our adventures would be this complicated. But well, here we go...
Last weekend, I had a date with Munyun and Cengkareng. Yes. Me. home.
I was stretching my smile ear-to-ear when I woke up on friday morning, knowing that my bosses are all gone all day, so I could sneak out from the office earlier. So, I told Munyun to meet me up at the airport. But friday... and it was the 13th... Bad sign. My Bu Bosh call me up to go to her meeting place, to finish up my work. Meeeehhhhh....
So, plans changed. Munyun would pick me up in Kemang, my boss' meeting place. I've told my boss I had a date with an airplane by 5.45 pm, so I was hoping I could sneak out by 2pm.
And chaos started to happen. Munyun's driver didn't have a clue, where on earth is Kemang... (bentar, gue pengen nyolot... HARE GENEEE... GAK TAU KEMAAAANG??? KEMANA AJA LUUU??? yang akan dijawab oleh supirnya Munyun: Saya dulunya supir angkot di Bogor, neng... OK, enough said). Aaaaand, Munyun got lost in the toll exit... c'est parfait...
So yeah, by 2pm, my work wasn't done yet. So I sent telepathic signals to bu Bosh, me.have.to.run.by.2.30pm. repeat. Yeah!!! By 2.30pm I was out from that meeting place. Call up Munyun to see where she was at the moment. She waaaaaassss... somewhere.. :| Meeeehhhh... So, I took a cab and said to Munyun (at the time, she went out from the toll at Pondok Indah) I'll meet her in PIM.
Bo: OK, see you in PIM.
Munyun: PIM 1 or 2?
Bo: Just get out from that toll, I'm heading to PIM now.
Munyun: OK...
*5 minutes later*
Munyun: Errr... Let's just meet up at Poins.
Bo: What happened to PIM?
Munyun My driver doesn't know the way to reach PIM.
Bo: And why did you even ask 'PIM 1 or 2'?
Munyun: Errr... usually, I went there with my friends... I just sit calm, and voila!
Bo: Mehh...
So I got to Poins by 3.15pm and we got in the toll by 3.30pm.
Munyun: Did you see what I see?
Bo: Err... yeah...
Munyun: Cars! Traffic! Jam!
Bo: Just start praying now, will you?
Munyun: Aaaaargh...
Ow yeaaaaahhh!!! when I thought things couldn't get any worse...
Munyun: And it's raining.
Bo: Hmmm... I can see that too...
But well, we got to the airport by 5pm. Rushed to the terminal. Aaaaaaand... the officer said our plane was in terminal C. (Ya ampun, makasih banyak loh mbaaaak... kenapa nggak sekalian aja bilang kita disuruh pindah terminal 3?). So we head off to this terminal...
As we got to the terminal (Uhm, Munyun was dragging a baggage, by the way... >:)), it went even silly. Yeah, we all know we have to go through the x-ray thingy to get into the plane.
Officer: Please leave your watches in the tray
Bo: Huh? Watches too.
Officer: And your sandals too, ma'am
Munyun: My sandals as well?! (I was wearing sneakers at the time)
Munyun: Thank God they didn't ask me to put my tooth brace in the tray as well...
Maybe it's because we're heading to Solo, while Baasyir is everywhere in the news. Or maybe it was just our luck, our face looked like criminals? Only heaven knows...
...I'm sleepy... I'll continue later...
I hope I didn't get the jinx of telling these stories about Munyun in my blog, but well she is something. She's been there through my bad... and worse time. :D She was there when I was down low through my Ambon fugitives day and she was there when I was rambling about the guy in my Bandung part of life. She knows my core family and I know hers. Hmmm... well, my parents don't know her that well... Hopefully they won't or my mum would never see her the same way anymore.
Anyway, it's season 12 of our friendship thingy. Back in our junior high period of life, I never thought our adventures would be this complicated. But well, here we go...
Last weekend, I had a date with Munyun and Cengkareng. Yes. Me. home.
I was stretching my smile ear-to-ear when I woke up on friday morning, knowing that my bosses are all gone all day, so I could sneak out from the office earlier. So, I told Munyun to meet me up at the airport. But friday... and it was the 13th... Bad sign. My Bu Bosh call me up to go to her meeting place, to finish up my work. Meeeehhhhh....
So, plans changed. Munyun would pick me up in Kemang, my boss' meeting place. I've told my boss I had a date with an airplane by 5.45 pm, so I was hoping I could sneak out by 2pm.
And chaos started to happen. Munyun's driver didn't have a clue, where on earth is Kemang... (bentar, gue pengen nyolot... HARE GENEEE... GAK TAU KEMAAAANG??? KEMANA AJA LUUU??? yang akan dijawab oleh supirnya Munyun: Saya dulunya supir angkot di Bogor, neng... OK, enough said). Aaaaand, Munyun got lost in the toll exit... c'est parfait...
So yeah, by 2pm, my work wasn't done yet. So I sent telepathic signals to bu Bosh, me.have.to.run.by.2.30pm. repeat. Yeah!!! By 2.30pm I was out from that meeting place. Call up Munyun to see where she was at the moment. She waaaaaassss... somewhere.. :| Meeeehhhh... So, I took a cab and said to Munyun (at the time, she went out from the toll at Pondok Indah) I'll meet her in PIM.
Bo: OK, see you in PIM.
Munyun: PIM 1 or 2?
Bo: Just get out from that toll, I'm heading to PIM now.
Munyun: OK...
*5 minutes later*
Munyun: Errr... Let's just meet up at Poins.
Bo: What happened to PIM?
Munyun My driver doesn't know the way to reach PIM.
Bo: And why did you even ask 'PIM 1 or 2'?
Munyun: Errr... usually, I went there with my friends... I just sit calm, and voila!
Bo: Mehh...
So I got to Poins by 3.15pm and we got in the toll by 3.30pm.
Munyun: Did you see what I see?
Bo: Err... yeah...
Munyun: Cars! Traffic! Jam!
Bo: Just start praying now, will you?
Munyun: Aaaaargh...
Ow yeaaaaahhh!!! when I thought things couldn't get any worse...
Munyun: And it's raining.
Bo: Hmmm... I can see that too...
But well, we got to the airport by 5pm. Rushed to the terminal. Aaaaaaand... the officer said our plane was in terminal C. (Ya ampun, makasih banyak loh mbaaaak... kenapa nggak sekalian aja bilang kita disuruh pindah terminal 3?). So we head off to this terminal...
As we got to the terminal (Uhm, Munyun was dragging a baggage, by the way... >:)), it went even silly. Yeah, we all know we have to go through the x-ray thingy to get into the plane.
Officer: Please leave your watches in the tray
Bo: Huh? Watches too.
Officer: And your sandals too, ma'am
Munyun: My sandals as well?! (I was wearing sneakers at the time)
Munyun: Thank God they didn't ask me to put my tooth brace in the tray as well...
Maybe it's because we're heading to Solo, while Baasyir is everywhere in the news. Or maybe it was just our luck, our face looked like criminals? Only heaven knows...
...I'm sleepy... I'll continue later...
Monday, July 12, 2010
Jambon
Today's stupid conversation:
Jambon: If you don't know the way to Citos, your next birthday, I'll buy you a map!
Bo: Uhm. All this time, I depend on people who got me to Citos, so you better buy me a map for my next birthday. And I hope it's an electric one. So I'd just sit and it'll show the way.
Jambon: I'd buy you a dog. It's that enough?
Bo: Uhm. Is it edible?
Jambon: I bought you a dog so you won't get lost! Don't eat it!
Bo: But uhm, if I got lost, can I eat the dog?
Jambon: Whatever. It's your dog anyway.
Bo: Wait a sec... I have a dog? What? When? How?
Jambon: *zeeeennnnnn* *I'm not gonna slap you*
Bo: Ow, you're no fun! You could do this mature thingy with supermanyun. Me no likey your mature thingy.
Jambon: *jewer* *ambil sekop*
Bo: *slenthik* Hey! that's more like it! :D
I must admit. It takes a lot of patience to deal with me, when I need to spill my 7000 words per day. And it took another twisted head, just to understand that conversation I just wrote down.
This girl. My bucket to spill my 7000 words per day. I just get to know her for a year. Yet, she never fails to surprise me. She grew right in front of me. She's more mature now *OK, I admit... I wanted to write 'old' instead of mature, but well... she might just kill me with thos 'zeeeennnnn' whatever thing*. She became loveydovey lately, and that's not my thingy. But well, anyway... lots have changed in a year. Lots have happened. Some things you like, the others you hate.
Thank god she hasn't lost her insanity. Or well, if she's faking her insanity, maybe I;d just have to work it out so she'd find her way to the eternal insanity... right? right?
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TiQi Bo
wait a sec... Jambon, you read my blog, right? This is my *akuuuuu..... gilaaaaaaa...* speaking. I'd probably regret my blog entry when I'm sober. Thanks for being insane, mate. :)
Jambon: If you don't know the way to Citos, your next birthday, I'll buy you a map!
Bo: Uhm. All this time, I depend on people who got me to Citos, so you better buy me a map for my next birthday. And I hope it's an electric one. So I'd just sit and it'll show the way.
Jambon: I'd buy you a dog. It's that enough?
Bo: Uhm. Is it edible?
Jambon: I bought you a dog so you won't get lost! Don't eat it!
Bo: But uhm, if I got lost, can I eat the dog?
Jambon: Whatever. It's your dog anyway.
Bo: Wait a sec... I have a dog? What? When? How?
Jambon: *zeeeennnnnn* *I'm not gonna slap you*
Bo: Ow, you're no fun! You could do this mature thingy with supermanyun. Me no likey your mature thingy.
Jambon: *jewer* *ambil sekop*
Bo: *slenthik* Hey! that's more like it! :D
I must admit. It takes a lot of patience to deal with me, when I need to spill my 7000 words per day. And it took another twisted head, just to understand that conversation I just wrote down.
This girl. My bucket to spill my 7000 words per day. I just get to know her for a year. Yet, she never fails to surprise me. She grew right in front of me. She's more mature now *OK, I admit... I wanted to write 'old' instead of mature, but well... she might just kill me with thos 'zeeeennnnn' whatever thing*. She became loveydovey lately, and that's not my thingy. But well, anyway... lots have changed in a year. Lots have happened. Some things you like, the others you hate.
Thank god she hasn't lost her insanity. Or well, if she's faking her insanity, maybe I;d just have to work it out so she'd find her way to the eternal insanity... right? right?
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TiQi Bo
wait a sec... Jambon, you read my blog, right? This is my *akuuuuu..... gilaaaaaaa...* speaking. I'd probably regret my blog entry when I'm sober. Thanks for being insane, mate. :)
Monday, February 1, 2010
and I said I was mature enough
I attended my friend's wedding yesterday. A real complicated and hitting my nerves story to tell from the beginning.
I said 'what the fuck' to my friend. Something I never did to her in this past seven years. She was a decent woman, and me? I'm a rebel girl. She was the one who gave me somewhere to run when I had problems. She was a place to have my nap, when my room looked like a total mess *usually happens in the end of semester, facing my exams :p*. She never mind I never spoke anything about my problems. She was there to make me realize how silly my problems were. I should never said those words to this fine young woman.
I looked back to our seven years friendship. I always had this picture in my mind, she would have a 'normal' kind of wedding. With a guy that she really loved. And every body came and gather around. And I was able to take candids of them. I always love how couples glow when they're together. And I also love the food in the parties. :p
And there I was, carrying my cimot *the thing that I was suppose to introduce to her in a more casual occasion*, meeting my friend in her make up room. I smiled. She panicked. For the first time, I saw her talking pointlessly, the thing that I did the past seven years to her. It was an important day to her. The day she turned into somebody's other half.
As her relatives took over the room, I slipped out. I'm not good with crowds. I came out and looked at her husband-to-be. Nervous as he could be. He looked at me, and smile. I knew them better than most of the people in the place.
It wasn't a perfect wedding. They haven't held a party to celebrate it. But hey, who am I to judge?
They asked me to shut my mouth about their wedding. So I did. Although I think this good news must be spread out.
And here I am, looking at their wedding pictures. Crossing my fingers and sent my prayers for them. Hopefully they could make it all the way through. Till death do they apart. Amen.
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TiQi Bo
*and she smiles sincerely just for the guy. Magnificent*
I said 'what the fuck' to my friend. Something I never did to her in this past seven years. She was a decent woman, and me? I'm a rebel girl. She was the one who gave me somewhere to run when I had problems. She was a place to have my nap, when my room looked like a total mess *usually happens in the end of semester, facing my exams :p*. She never mind I never spoke anything about my problems. She was there to make me realize how silly my problems were. I should never said those words to this fine young woman.
I looked back to our seven years friendship. I always had this picture in my mind, she would have a 'normal' kind of wedding. With a guy that she really loved. And every body came and gather around. And I was able to take candids of them. I always love how couples glow when they're together. And I also love the food in the parties. :p
And there I was, carrying my cimot *the thing that I was suppose to introduce to her in a more casual occasion*, meeting my friend in her make up room. I smiled. She panicked. For the first time, I saw her talking pointlessly, the thing that I did the past seven years to her. It was an important day to her. The day she turned into somebody's other half.
As her relatives took over the room, I slipped out. I'm not good with crowds. I came out and looked at her husband-to-be. Nervous as he could be. He looked at me, and smile. I knew them better than most of the people in the place.
It wasn't a perfect wedding. They haven't held a party to celebrate it. But hey, who am I to judge?
They asked me to shut my mouth about their wedding. So I did. Although I think this good news must be spread out.
And here I am, looking at their wedding pictures. Crossing my fingers and sent my prayers for them. Hopefully they could make it all the way through. Till death do they apart. Amen.
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TiQi Bo
*and she smiles sincerely just for the guy. Magnificent*
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
stupidity with moroners
After months of not meeting Moroners, I finally met them last night. Kur's taking us to see Avatar in 3D, neglecting the fact that Michie and I both have seen the movie.
I was the first one to arrive at PS, since my office *and my heart just stopped beating when I wrote the word 'office' to the place where I am hanging on at the moment... dammit* in only 15 mins away from PS *either way, walking or taking a cab, it is still 15 mins away, I guess... the traffic light on the intersection were counted down in lightyears period*. I came to see Magda in her office *yeah, that show room of yours, babe? It's your office.. :)*, said merry *late* christmas and happy new year, and strolled off to grab some snacks.
Until the movie started, Kur and Michie haven't showed up. Typical. After years knowing them, I know that Michie would be arriving at least two hours from the appointment schedule *lebay*. The movie was, uhm... awesome, I guess... OK, I admit, I fell asleep during the movie. three hours, mate! I repeat... THREEEEEE HOUUUUURRRRSSSS... plus, I've seen the movie, even though it's not in 3D.
Well, it wasn't the movie I'm looking forward last night. It was the chitchat afterwards. No matter how boring the movie we were watching, they always succeed taking out the fun facts out of it. As for Avatar? They would start to talk in idon'tknowwhat language and end the conversation with hissing sound which we have just learnt from the movie. We're a fast learner, mwahahaha...
We also yelled p**is out loud in PS' food court, just to copy (500) days of summer. Real genius. One thing about (500) days of summer, Magda asked why do they call it an architect movie. Michie and I said that IT IS! Kur was taking Magda's side and ask us, which part? and we said, at the end of the movie, the guy met Autumn in an architect firm... the end. *krikrikrik* But well, I think (500) days of summer describes architect's way of thinking. And believe me, it's weird. We did weird things on purpose =p
I love sitting on a table with them. I don't need to say a word, they'd know how to react on my every expression. I love hugging all of them. I am comfortable being one of them.
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TiQi Bo
aduh, tapi kalo sifat2 cengceng-nya udah keluar, ampuuun... kopetnyaaaaaa... =p
I was the first one to arrive at PS, since my office *and my heart just stopped beating when I wrote the word 'office' to the place where I am hanging on at the moment... dammit* in only 15 mins away from PS *either way, walking or taking a cab, it is still 15 mins away, I guess... the traffic light on the intersection were counted down in lightyears period*. I came to see Magda in her office *yeah, that show room of yours, babe? It's your office.. :)*, said merry *late* christmas and happy new year, and strolled off to grab some snacks.
Until the movie started, Kur and Michie haven't showed up. Typical. After years knowing them, I know that Michie would be arriving at least two hours from the appointment schedule *lebay*. The movie was, uhm... awesome, I guess... OK, I admit, I fell asleep during the movie. three hours, mate! I repeat... THREEEEEE HOUUUUURRRRSSSS... plus, I've seen the movie, even though it's not in 3D.
Well, it wasn't the movie I'm looking forward last night. It was the chitchat afterwards. No matter how boring the movie we were watching, they always succeed taking out the fun facts out of it. As for Avatar? They would start to talk in idon'tknowwhat language and end the conversation with hissing sound which we have just learnt from the movie. We're a fast learner, mwahahaha...
We also yelled p**is out loud in PS' food court, just to copy (500) days of summer. Real genius. One thing about (500) days of summer, Magda asked why do they call it an architect movie. Michie and I said that IT IS! Kur was taking Magda's side and ask us, which part? and we said, at the end of the movie, the guy met Autumn in an architect firm... the end. *krikrikrik* But well, I think (500) days of summer describes architect's way of thinking. And believe me, it's weird. We did weird things on purpose =p
I love sitting on a table with them. I don't need to say a word, they'd know how to react on my every expression. I love hugging all of them. I am comfortable being one of them.
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TiQi Bo
aduh, tapi kalo sifat2 cengceng-nya udah keluar, ampuuun... kopetnyaaaaaa... =p
Friday, January 1, 2010
Backpacker borju
disclaimer: this post is similar to what Ayu has posted before in her blog. Well, this is my side of story. Enjoy!
I have been willing to write this trip down since last month, but I guess I'm a pro procrastinator :p
I was in Bali last month, for a(n almost) mission impossible event held by Roro Jonggrang. I was there as one of his genies, trying to fix things up before he came at dawn :p. Enough with Roro Jonggrang, as he will not be reading my blog, and that's not the point of my entry.
Dewi asked me whether I would like to join her to go to Lombok for a day, before we head back to our homes. I said yes, without knowing who is going to be in the trip. I wanted to go back to Lombok. The last time I went there was in 2006, if I'm not mistaken. Along with my architecture friends. So, yeah, definitely, I would love to see Lombok again.
Dewi offered snorkeling and visiting sasak village as our activity there. I said no to sasak village trip, because the village was artificial *well, it's cool though... you should check it someday* and I declined snorkeling for the sake of my skin color :p nah, I always loved the sea... I'm afraid if I swam, I would never got out of that giant bathtub... and besides, I'm trying to keep this trip from my mum, and it won't work if I got sunburn!
Dewi is a supermom! she arranged things and go down to the details! Well, if she leave the things to me, we will never have the trip :p. And at that time, I found out that Ayu and Pilas were going as well. *OK, I need a pause here... and then, I pressed rewind...* Ayu and Pilas were going as well... Mehh, all the sudden I felt that this trip is going to be mad, in a good way.
By the time we head to the airport, we became fugitives... We planned this as a runaway trip, but the timing wasn't right. Seems that little tiny weeny Ngurah Rai airport was full of persons from our office. We have to watch our backs in case we ran into somebody *which we did, thanks to the 'coast clear' moment and the 'corner seats in a coffeeshop' moment :p*
Pilas talked me down about my 'kecipakkecipuk' wish when we were in the airplane. Whoa, that 20 mins of flight sure is the most hilarious flight I ever had. Pilas' good at giving 'the look'. Soon enough, at the same time when I was laughing, I agreed to do snorkeling.
We spent our night at a hotel, in Senggigi beach. The hotel was fine, but 4 person sleeping in 2 single beds? trust me, you better sleep on the floor or push the other three out from the bed! :p Hey, look at the bright part... travelling with these girls, we're far from the word 'rempong'. I mean, seriously, we didn't complain at all about the hotel's condition, the breakfast, the cidomo, the people staring at us... We even bring our own stuffs! But well, we were picky about transportation though. We chose pak Zakirin (081933155282) as our taxi driver and our tour guide. He's totally recommended! And he drives bluebird! another recommended thing in Lombok!
We went off to the three Gilis in a rented boat. We got Edi as our underwater tour guide. The first Gili was Gili Trawangan. The island was not as loud as Kuta, but it's not a place of sanctuary either... =) There are too many people though. And I don't like to be starred at, so let's just skip Gili Trawangan. Ow, there were a turtle conservation in the island. An old guy was the caretaker and it was an independent thingy. Drop by, and donate, for the sake of turtles! =)
Uhm, we only stop by to take some narcissistic shots on Gili Meno. But you could also go snorkeling there. And Edi told us that there's a bird park in the island. The tickets for the bird park is 40K IDR, so we skipped it =D
It was in Gili Air we had our lunch. Fresh fish and rubbertaste squid. It was great though. The texture of fresh captured fish was sooooo deliciosoooo!!!! *drooling* And off we went to go snorkeling again. The underwater view was great, and there I go, being a fish! I didn't want to get out of the sea! =D.
Too bad, the corals in the Gilis were broken by human footsteps. Just make sure you put on your life vest if you can't swim well. That was the moral of this snorkeling trip. And yeah, age does matter so much in swimming, trust me... :p Ow, thanks Pilas to talk me down and the swimsuit I borrowed! =p
I'll be back someday... =)
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TiQi Bo
Uhm, because of the sunburn, I became darker than I use to be. My mum found out about this escape, and I told her everything. I'm guilty as charged! =p
Mummy suggested me to change my hobby, but well. let's see about that...
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A chat with munyun
I knew Munyun since like, uhm... forever! Yet, she never fails to surprise me in any different ways. I guess, that's why we're still friends... Because it's fun! :D
Today, I met Munyun... well, not exactly... We made up a plan of meeting each other since she said, I've missed 8 seasons of her life.. :)) Nah, I just wanted to talk to her, it's been a while since we've updated each other's life.
And I, as a great and loyal friend, didn't mind meeting her in Yogya, altough I've been avoiding Yogya since last year... Well, at least I got Munyun to cover me up if something or someone showed up :p
There we were, in the blue avanza (sejak kapan brubah jadi avanza lagi? prasaan kemaren lu bilang, lu di yogya bawa starlet...), me sitting in the navigator seat and Munyun in driver's seat... (all the sudden, I became religious sitting next to her, while she ws driving :D)
She told me the story and I tried to pay attention to her without bursting any jokes (well, it failed, OK? I can't allocate my attention fully on one subject...) When it was my time to speak, the first thing I said was, 'you deserve a way more better life than this, Munyun'
See the picture above? That's Munyun. I mean, a girl like her could have any guy that she wants! But again, Munyun has succeeded to surprise me by sticking to a pointless relationship with idon'thaveanyideawherethehellareyougoing guy.
This thing brought me back to the time when we were still in Junior high. I envy Munyun with all my heart, I really do. I mean, she's smart, she's beautiful, what more can you ask? I thought she would end up with a decent guy and got married before 25, had a wonderful career and 2 beautiful kids.
Look where you are right now, Nyun... Your trouble? Just go, Nyun... RUN! don't look back, don't even think of it again. You've crossed the line you draw again and again. Are you sure you're ready with all the consequences, Nyun? Because me, personally, I'd leave the guy. But here I am, being a supportive friend, so anything you finally chose to do, just DON'T act stupid again! inget emak-bapak lu, onyooooon...
anyway, of course, here come the stupid part:
Munyun: So, now that you've met each other, any idea who is Kevin, Bo?
Bo: uhm, no...
Munyun: COME OOOOON!!! the guy's right in front of youuuuu! A friend from AMBON!
Bo: No, have no idea...
Bo: It's OK if we got lost...
Munyun: I don't trust your words...
Bo: Just trust me. We could just stop and ask... my verbal abilit is above average!
Munyun: SERIOUSLY?! *rolling eyes*
Bo: Yeah, but I need your ears, since mine are broken...
*krikrikrik*
Munyun: Tell me when you see any fruit shop
Bo: Ah, there it is!
Munyun: Where? Where?!
Bo: Right over there! The guy who's selling jackfruit!
Munyun: Stupid... we came to sick my uncle at the hospital! You think it's cute to bring jackfruit?!
Bo: Yeah... :D
Bo: Stop here! we'll just bring DURIAN!!!
Munyun: Nah, thanks... I'll lost the taste of ribs if I eat that durian...
*mahasiswa miskiiiiin :))*
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TiQi Bo
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Here I am again
I thought that I would be fine stepping my sneakers back on this island again.
After all, A year has passed me by.
But when the airplane touched the runway last night.
There's something inside of me screaming, waiting to be unleashed.
And there I was, having my silent moment along the way to my hotel.
The same road I travel a dozen times year ago.
Brings me up the memory, of how I first came to this place and left it in hurry.
There are regrets in me. I should've wait for another year, I should've failed at the test, I should've NOT even try the test.
But that was my options back then, not now.
Yet here I am, staring at the same beach again...
With a different kind of view
And the same old feeling
I should've finished what I've started here before I left
I should've say goodbye in a proper way
I should've given a better answer to this place and those people
Let me scream it out, Sanur.
Or let me just enjoy you in my silent moment.
For I have left a part of my dream here
I love you in a way that I couldn't describe, Sanur... I really do.
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Tikki Mahayanti
After all, A year has passed me by.
But when the airplane touched the runway last night.
There's something inside of me screaming, waiting to be unleashed.
And there I was, having my silent moment along the way to my hotel.
The same road I travel a dozen times year ago.
Brings me up the memory, of how I first came to this place and left it in hurry.
There are regrets in me. I should've wait for another year, I should've failed at the test, I should've NOT even try the test.
But that was my options back then, not now.
Yet here I am, staring at the same beach again...
With a different kind of view
And the same old feeling
I should've finished what I've started here before I left
I should've say goodbye in a proper way
I should've given a better answer to this place and those people
Let me scream it out, Sanur.
Or let me just enjoy you in my silent moment.
For I have left a part of my dream here
I love you in a way that I couldn't describe, Sanur... I really do.
---
Tikki Mahayanti
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A full week with 14 different individuals
After prajab stories, this time, I wanted to share stories of the 7 days I spent with 14 different person... :)
day 1 - always a procrastinator
Bo: *texting Ayyu* hey, if you're on your way to pick me up, lemme know *preparing to get some sleep*
Ayyu: *3 minutes after I texted her* I'm on my way.
*nooooo, my precious sleeping time! Ayyu! you ruin my plans!*
bluetooth from my DSLR?
Mega: I would love to have the shot!
Bo: Sure, I'll bluetooth them right from my DSLR! *smirking*
Mega: Dammit, my cellphone's dead!
Bo: *whoa, she believes that my dslr could do bluetooth?* uhm, awraity then, I'll mobile upload them... :)
Mega: your camera could do that as well?
*krikrikrik... Megaaaa... naive! :))*
Is it possible?
Febri: Ah, no one got a tele... :(
Bo: yeah, mine's as standard as it could be... hey! I got an idea... how about we glue your lens and mine together! would it be a 18 - 110 mm lens?
Febri: :)) nice! let's find that glue...
*wokaaay,,, mas Febri has gone mad!*
I'm always sick, mas!
Febri: so, since when did you lost your sanity?
Bo: hehehehehe... since forever, didn't you know?
Febri: First time I knew you, you look sane...
Bo: I need to get to know people first to show who I really am, mas... and yes,,, me. insane. >:)
*giving Febri a pat on his back... 'maap mas, temanmu ini memang agak gak waras'*
that's for today... I'll continue them... maybe it's better in Bahasa :D
---
TiQi Bo
missing what I have lost... it's trully normal, rite?
day 1 - always a procrastinator
Bo: *texting Ayyu* hey, if you're on your way to pick me up, lemme know *preparing to get some sleep*
Ayyu: *3 minutes after I texted her* I'm on my way.
*nooooo, my precious sleeping time! Ayyu! you ruin my plans!*
bluetooth from my DSLR?
Mega: I would love to have the shot!
Bo: Sure, I'll bluetooth them right from my DSLR! *smirking*
Mega: Dammit, my cellphone's dead!
Bo: *whoa, she believes that my dslr could do bluetooth?* uhm, awraity then, I'll mobile upload them... :)
Mega: your camera could do that as well?
*krikrikrik... Megaaaa... naive! :))*
Is it possible?
Febri: Ah, no one got a tele... :(
Bo: yeah, mine's as standard as it could be... hey! I got an idea... how about we glue your lens and mine together! would it be a 18 - 110 mm lens?
Febri: :)) nice! let's find that glue...
*wokaaay,,, mas Febri has gone mad!*
I'm always sick, mas!
Febri: so, since when did you lost your sanity?
Bo: hehehehehe... since forever, didn't you know?
Febri: First time I knew you, you look sane...
Bo: I need to get to know people first to show who I really am, mas... and yes,,, me. insane. >:)
*giving Febri a pat on his back... 'maap mas, temanmu ini memang agak gak waras'*
that's for today... I'll continue them... maybe it's better in Bahasa :D
---
TiQi Bo
missing what I have lost... it's trully normal, rite?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Prajab (part 2)
The prajab stories continues!
*well, it's about time, Bo!*
bahasa indonesia mode: ON
di hari2 awal prajab,,,
si pembaca doa
Pilas: Wah, mas Sandy baca doa!
Bo: Hng? trus? *iya... saya memang ignorrant*
Pilas: Wah, pasti ada yang salah nih...
---mas sandy baca doa---
*klotak!*
jyaaah,,, ngejatohin apa tuh, maaaas?
sesi askjud (1)
tanya: siapa yang A**** suka?
jawab: Pilas *gue bisa dibunuh pilas, kalo nyebarin ini ke dunia...*
tanya: siapa yang arra suka?
jawab: rina
tanya: siapa yang pilas suka?
jawab: mustahil *.krikrikrik.*
insaplah kaliaaaaan, askjud itu penipuaaaaan...
sesi askjud (2)
Bo: wuis, chaaaaa... brani luuuu?
icha: ehehehe...
bo: kamar lu pojokan lhoooo...
icha: uhm, pengen pipis...
bo: gih, tuh, kamar gue aja, deket...
icha: anterin?
bo: he? takut juga luuu?
halah chaaaaa, nggak usah pake askjud2an... moso gue nganterin lu pipis di kamar yang jaraknya sepelemparan batu iniiii?
hyak, sapa yang belom nanya?
widyaiswara gilak, pake acara ngasih poin kalo nanya... dan nyaris semua udah nanya... pelajaran nyaris berakhir...
dan saya teteup jadi pasivis... baru sadar kalo materi ampir abis..
widyaiswara:...blahblahblah...
Bo: *nyamber* jadi pak, nguohnguoh? *lupa nanya apa, gak penting lah pokoknya*
widyaiswara: oh, blahblahblah...
*ada yang angkat tangan, nyamber kedua*
suara misterius: pak, nguohnguooooh? *lupa juga, nanya apa*
dan materi selesai
dan si suara misterius itu, tak lain dan tak bukan, Pilas... yaoloh, sekamar beujadan lil alamin semua...
Arra? di mana?
ke carrefour beli barang2 titipan, nebeng Pilas, sama Febry dan Arra.
pada mencar2, waktunya mepet, udah ampir jam stengah sepuluh...
waktu mo bayar, Arra masi ilang...
Feb: Arra di misscall gih...
Pilas: Nggak punya nomer hengpunnya...
Bo: ... sama... Oh, gue tanya ma Desi dulu! dya punya nomor hengpunnya mungkin...
---tilipun Desi, sepertinya si oknum lagi hangover apa tau...---
---Desi sms nomor Arra---
tilipun Arra... not working... tilipun Desi... gak diangkat...
Arra udah mau ditinggal... biar pulang sambil ngesot2, nangis di tengah jalan... *smirk*
hurey! akhirnya Arra nongol!
Abis itu, baru tukeran nomor hengpun... iya, kita memang cerdas...
Des, ini semua salahmu! salahmu! nomornya salah! huh! huh!
itu dulu deh...
---
TiQi Bo
here I am, laying on my floor,,, realizing how ignorrant I am as a friend...
when will I tke things seriously anyway? I paid attention on details too much, sometimes I missed the whole picture...
God, I missed talking to You... Have You gave up on me? You, and it will always only be You that I turn to... Forgive all I've done... Thank you, You...
*well, it's about time, Bo!*
bahasa indonesia mode: ON
di hari2 awal prajab,,,
si pembaca doa
Pilas: Wah, mas Sandy baca doa!
Bo: Hng? trus? *iya... saya memang ignorrant*
Pilas: Wah, pasti ada yang salah nih...
---mas sandy baca doa---
*klotak!*
jyaaah,,, ngejatohin apa tuh, maaaas?
sesi askjud (1)
tanya: siapa yang A**** suka?
jawab: Pilas *gue bisa dibunuh pilas, kalo nyebarin ini ke dunia...*
tanya: siapa yang arra suka?
jawab: rina
tanya: siapa yang pilas suka?
jawab: mustahil *.krikrikrik.*
insaplah kaliaaaaan, askjud itu penipuaaaaan...
sesi askjud (2)
Bo: wuis, chaaaaa... brani luuuu?
icha: ehehehe...
bo: kamar lu pojokan lhoooo...
icha: uhm, pengen pipis...
bo: gih, tuh, kamar gue aja, deket...
icha: anterin?
bo: he? takut juga luuu?
halah chaaaaa, nggak usah pake askjud2an... moso gue nganterin lu pipis di kamar yang jaraknya sepelemparan batu iniiii?
hyak, sapa yang belom nanya?
widyaiswara gilak, pake acara ngasih poin kalo nanya... dan nyaris semua udah nanya... pelajaran nyaris berakhir...
dan saya teteup jadi pasivis... baru sadar kalo materi ampir abis..
widyaiswara:...blahblahblah...
Bo: *nyamber* jadi pak, nguohnguoh? *lupa nanya apa, gak penting lah pokoknya*
widyaiswara: oh, blahblahblah...
*ada yang angkat tangan, nyamber kedua*
suara misterius: pak, nguohnguooooh? *lupa juga, nanya apa*
dan materi selesai
dan si suara misterius itu, tak lain dan tak bukan, Pilas... yaoloh, sekamar beujadan lil alamin semua...
Arra? di mana?
ke carrefour beli barang2 titipan, nebeng Pilas, sama Febry dan Arra.
pada mencar2, waktunya mepet, udah ampir jam stengah sepuluh...
waktu mo bayar, Arra masi ilang...
Feb: Arra di misscall gih...
Pilas: Nggak punya nomer hengpunnya...
Bo: ... sama... Oh, gue tanya ma Desi dulu! dya punya nomor hengpunnya mungkin...
---tilipun Desi, sepertinya si oknum lagi hangover apa tau...---
---Desi sms nomor Arra---
tilipun Arra... not working... tilipun Desi... gak diangkat...
Arra udah mau ditinggal... biar pulang sambil ngesot2, nangis di tengah jalan... *smirk*
hurey! akhirnya Arra nongol!
Abis itu, baru tukeran nomor hengpun... iya, kita memang cerdas...
Des, ini semua salahmu! salahmu! nomornya salah! huh! huh!
itu dulu deh...
---
TiQi Bo
here I am, laying on my floor,,, realizing how ignorrant I am as a friend...
when will I tke things seriously anyway? I paid attention on details too much, sometimes I missed the whole picture...
God, I missed talking to You... Have You gave up on me? You, and it will always only be You that I turn to... Forgive all I've done... Thank you, You...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I guess it's in our blood...
I had a chat with my brother earlier today... I edited his ID, so that my friends couldn't add him on his Y!M... *yes, I am a bit possesive... dude, find your own brother... his solely mine! =p*
TQ: stephen in wonderland? *the status on his Y!M*
TQ: apa itu?
King: Ha? Penyanyi tuna swara
TQ: penyanyi... engh... tuna suara?
TQ: hng....
King: Yap
TQ: and uhm... how does he sing?
TQ: gak ada tuh, gw search di internet
King: By clapping his hand and swinging his afro hair
TQ: uhm... his name is stephen in wonderland?
TQ: I can't find him by googling
King: Go green please, use blackle www.blackle.com
TQ: nope... not working hereeeeee....
TQ: stephen in wonderland?
King: Yap! Absolutely rock dude!
TQ: GA ADA DI SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH
King: Masa'?
TQ: makanya gw nanyaaaaaa....
King: Oh yaudah, brarti g ad
TQ: lhaaaaaa?
TQ: sebenernya, ada ato enggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkk????
King: G adah
TQ: hhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhh
King: It's a hoax!
TQ: asshole... :p
TQ: jahat luuuuuuuuuuu
*OK, Bo, si tukang tipu muslihat... tertipu adeknya sendiri... I wonder where did he learn to do such cheat... I never taught him that... *soksokangakmerasabersalah* I am proud of you, King! =p*
King: Lagian iseng amat nyari d gugel, ndak ada krjaan yak?
TQ: lha.... emang...
TQ: lu juga siy... iseng amir...
King: Lah, abisnya gak ada ide bwt status
TQ: king... kamu menyesatkan kakakmu sendiri
TQ: adek durhaka kamuh!
TQ: huh!
King: Jgn blg lw ampe nanyak2 tetangga soal pnyanyi tuna swara ini
TQ: gue nanya temen gw... *I ask my friend indeed... I am too curious to let this thing be... my bad =p*
TQ: kampretooooooooooos
TQ: you got me!
TQ: sesat kamuuuuuh! sesaaaaaaaaaat!
King: Mwakakakakaka!
*hrgh... he really got me... I wish I was there beside him, just to give him that looser look upon his face, ahahaha dammit...*
TQ: gobliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig
TQ: untung blom aku publish di blog sekalian
King: New blog?
TQ: nope...
TQ: but, uhm... this will certainly be my new post
TQ: huh!
TQ: aku ditipu adek sendiri
TQ: no treat for you, king!
King: Stupidos!
TQ: yeah, me stupid me trust you
King: Me have a stupid sister...me laugh her
TQ: me hate younger brother
TQ: me will tell mummy
TQ: me will be the only child
*so, here's my new post, King... dedicated for you and my stupidity to trust you, hueheheheeh*
King: Haha, bilang aja, yaudah, aku mau beribadah ampe buka
TQ: TIDUR maksud lu?
TQ: eh, dudul... solat kek... ngaji kek...
TQ: kirim doa buat gue kek...
TQ: asal jangan nyolatin gue
King: Nanti dah, kalo dah tiba waktuna
TQ: solat dulu, king!
TQ: masi inget cara solat gak?
TQ: brapa rakaat?
King: Oiya gw lupa naroh blog lw d blogroll gw
King: Solat mah gmpang, tgl ikut yg depan aja
*oh dear... this attitude seems scarely familiar with an individual I knew very well... uhm... that individual I called 'me'*
TQ: ngabuburit ma mas dhanar dan mbak anggun... nyari sepatu buat nyokap
TQ: nitip apa lu?
King: Hokben?
TQ: hmm.. gw pulang naik pesawat
TQ: is krispy kreme donut ok for you?
TQ: *eh, bentar... gw lupa terminal brepe gw brengket* *amnesia mulai kumat*
TQ: then, it'll be food for you, ey?
TQ: ok...
TQ: pork or bacon?
King: Hm...ak yg halal aja, ham aja kalo ada
TQ: hamster?
King: Bukan, daging olahan
TQ: hamberger?
King: HAM, dari hampton
TQ: nggak bak2 an aja?
King: Bak2?
tikki: bakpia, bakmi, bakso... *everything with 'bak' is originally made of pork... A chinese, uhm.. no actually, THREE chinese friend told me about it...*
King: Yah pkoknya enak dan tidak menyehatkanlah
TQ: things with bak2 an
King: Oiya kalo ngabuburit, nitip salam
TQ: salam laos?
TQ: gue gak ke pasar...
King: Bwt stephen in wonderland
King: Mwahauhauhauhau
tikki: SIAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
King: Pull d plug dulu yak, mo tdur
King: Yop
King has signed out. (13/09/2009 15:19)
*Nice epilogue there, King... you GOT me again with that stephen in wonderland*
Please do remind me that I really love my younger brother, and that he is a non edible thing... =p. This kind of chat is what I missed the most when I'm home... Wait for me, King... I'd be home soon... Just to drag your pillows and bolster out of your bed... and of course threw you out of your bed too, King...
I miss you so bad, King... I am sorry I can't always be there when you needed me, and when I'm around, I made you felt like a looser for everything that you did was never right... I envy you, King... You were always there by Mum and Pap while I'm away. You may not have any idea of how precious is that moments to spend your times with Mummy, apart from her petuahyangkadangterlalubijakdansulitdicernadandiulangulangsampaibosan thingy and times you'd have to spend with Pap in silence. But trust me, King... being by yourself and taking care everything by yourself is a huge responsibility. Sometimes I just wish that Mum and Pap were the ones that made the choices for me, so I could blame them when things go wrong just to ask their support, but hey... reality bites! =D
So, uhm... what do you want for christmas? eh, salah... for Idul Fitri? My forgiveness? Huehehehehehe... *hugs!*
---
TiQi
dreams that I have embraced, can't cover the trace of my home - Cover, Anggun
please drop by at http://tekunofuriku.wordpress.com/ <--- King's blog... he's talented and I'm proud of him...
TQ: stephen in wonderland? *the status on his Y!M*
TQ: apa itu?
King: Ha? Penyanyi tuna swara
TQ: penyanyi... engh... tuna suara?
TQ: hng....
King: Yap
TQ: and uhm... how does he sing?
TQ: gak ada tuh, gw search di internet
King: By clapping his hand and swinging his afro hair
TQ: uhm... his name is stephen in wonderland?
TQ: I can't find him by googling
King: Go green please, use blackle www.blackle.com
TQ: nope... not working hereeeeee....
TQ: stephen in wonderland?
King: Yap! Absolutely rock dude!
TQ: GA ADA DI SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH
King: Masa'?
TQ: makanya gw nanyaaaaaa....
King: Oh yaudah, brarti g ad
TQ: lhaaaaaa?
TQ: sebenernya, ada ato enggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkk????
King: G adah
TQ: hhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhh
King: It's a hoax!
TQ: asshole... :p
TQ: jahat luuuuuuuuuuu
*OK, Bo, si tukang tipu muslihat... tertipu adeknya sendiri... I wonder where did he learn to do such cheat... I never taught him that... *soksokangakmerasabersalah* I am proud of you, King! =p*
King: Lagian iseng amat nyari d gugel, ndak ada krjaan yak?
TQ: lha.... emang...
TQ: lu juga siy... iseng amir...
King: Lah, abisnya gak ada ide bwt status
TQ: king... kamu menyesatkan kakakmu sendiri
TQ: adek durhaka kamuh!
TQ: huh!
King: Jgn blg lw ampe nanyak2 tetangga soal pnyanyi tuna swara ini
TQ: gue nanya temen gw... *I ask my friend indeed... I am too curious to let this thing be... my bad =p*
TQ: kampretooooooooooos
TQ: you got me!
TQ: sesat kamuuuuuh! sesaaaaaaaaaat!
King: Mwakakakakaka!
*hrgh... he really got me... I wish I was there beside him, just to give him that looser look upon his face, ahahaha dammit...*
TQ: gobliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig
TQ: untung blom aku publish di blog sekalian
King: New blog?
TQ: nope...
TQ: but, uhm... this will certainly be my new post
TQ: huh!
TQ: aku ditipu adek sendiri
TQ: no treat for you, king!
King: Stupidos!
TQ: yeah, me stupid me trust you
King: Me have a stupid sister...me laugh her
TQ: me hate younger brother
TQ: me will tell mummy
TQ: me will be the only child
*so, here's my new post, King... dedicated for you and my stupidity to trust you, hueheheheeh*
King: Haha, bilang aja, yaudah, aku mau beribadah ampe buka
TQ: TIDUR maksud lu?
TQ: eh, dudul... solat kek... ngaji kek...
TQ: kirim doa buat gue kek...
TQ: asal jangan nyolatin gue
King: Nanti dah, kalo dah tiba waktuna
TQ: solat dulu, king!
TQ: masi inget cara solat gak?
TQ: brapa rakaat?
King: Oiya gw lupa naroh blog lw d blogroll gw
King: Solat mah gmpang, tgl ikut yg depan aja
*oh dear... this attitude seems scarely familiar with an individual I knew very well... uhm... that individual I called 'me'*
TQ: ngabuburit ma mas dhanar dan mbak anggun... nyari sepatu buat nyokap
TQ: nitip apa lu?
King: Hokben?
TQ: hmm.. gw pulang naik pesawat
TQ: is krispy kreme donut ok for you?
TQ: *eh, bentar... gw lupa terminal brepe gw brengket* *amnesia mulai kumat*
TQ: then, it'll be food for you, ey?
TQ: ok...
TQ: pork or bacon?
King: Hm...ak yg halal aja, ham aja kalo ada
TQ: hamster?
King: Bukan, daging olahan
TQ: hamberger?
King: HAM, dari hampton
TQ: nggak bak2 an aja?
King: Bak2?
tikki: bakpia, bakmi, bakso... *everything with 'bak' is originally made of pork... A chinese, uhm.. no actually, THREE chinese friend told me about it...*
King: Yah pkoknya enak dan tidak menyehatkanlah
TQ: things with bak2 an
King: Oiya kalo ngabuburit, nitip salam
TQ: salam laos?
TQ: gue gak ke pasar...
King: Bwt stephen in wonderland
King: Mwahauhauhauhau
tikki: SIAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
King: Pull d plug dulu yak, mo tdur
King: Yop
King has signed out. (13/09/2009 15:19)
*Nice epilogue there, King... you GOT me again with that stephen in wonderland*
Please do remind me that I really love my younger brother, and that he is a non edible thing... =p. This kind of chat is what I missed the most when I'm home... Wait for me, King... I'd be home soon... Just to drag your pillows and bolster out of your bed... and of course threw you out of your bed too, King...
I miss you so bad, King... I am sorry I can't always be there when you needed me, and when I'm around, I made you felt like a looser for everything that you did was never right... I envy you, King... You were always there by Mum and Pap while I'm away. You may not have any idea of how precious is that moments to spend your times with Mummy, apart from her petuahyangkadangterlalubijakdansulitdicernadandiulangulangsampaibosan thingy and times you'd have to spend with Pap in silence. But trust me, King... being by yourself and taking care everything by yourself is a huge responsibility. Sometimes I just wish that Mum and Pap were the ones that made the choices for me, so I could blame them when things go wrong just to ask their support, but hey... reality bites! =D
So, uhm... what do you want for christmas? eh, salah... for Idul Fitri? My forgiveness? Huehehehehehe... *hugs!*
---
TiQi
dreams that I have embraced, can't cover the trace of my home - Cover, Anggun
please drop by at http://tekunofuriku.wordpress.com/ <--- King's blog... he's talented and I'm proud of him...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Prajab (part 1)
Stories from my prajab...
I'll skip the sad, raging, serious, not fun at all part for you guys, and skip into the stupid parts which I also name my daily life...
hari 1
naik taksi menuju tempat penjagalan... Uhm, maksud gue tempat prajab...
Bo: Haluh?
a voice: Tik, lu di mana?
Bo: Hng? di taksi.. uhm...ini...
a voice: Masih lama nggak? Gue uah nyampe...
Bo: Uhm, bentar lagi... ini...
a voice: Ya udah, buruaaaaaaan...
Bo: Iya... iya... tapi ini siapaaaaa?
a voice: Pilas, duduuuuuuuuul!
and she hung the phone...
*yep, itu cara gue tau nomor telepon Pilas... I AM THAT IGNORRANT! padahal dya bakal jadi roomie gw selama dua minggu, dan gue cuma tau Y!M dia, sampe hari itu... me nye dih kan...*
Hari 1 - udah nyampe mess
Bo: Ui, Pil... *masih cranthelan travel bag*
Pilas: Argh... kenapa angkatan kita isinya orang yng diem2 tapi nyebelin siy?
Bo: Uhm, kenapa niy? *bingung, baru dateng... roomie gw udah misuh2*
Pilas: Iya, Tik... lu liat aja, diem2, tapi nyari gara2...
Bo: Pil, I don't get this conversation...
*dan jawaban dari pertanyaan gue baru gw dapatkan beberapa hari setelah itu... ya ampun Pilaaaaas, you and you best frieeeeend! ahahahaah*
ceramah kesehatan
Pak Ketua: Nanti jam lima bakal ada ceramah kesehatan dari kepala balai
crowd: Awwwwhhhhhh...
Bo: Brarti, mesti rapi ya? hng...
Pilas: Yah, gak bisa buka puasa di luar ya?
Bo: Bisa aja... Lu ambil makanan, lu makan deh di luar ruangan...
Pilas: Dudul lu, ah...
...jamlimateng...
Bo: Bakal diapain niy kita? pake ceramah kesehatan pulak...
Kepala Balai; Yak, selamat sore... ini ada orang oxy yang mau bicara...
.krikrikrik.
*promo kok dibilang ceramah kesehatan siy, paaaaaaaaaak? aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh...*
udah kenyang...
Buka puasa di pasar kaget deket mess
pak Ketua: udah kenyang...
*tahu gejrot 2 porsi, es buah satu mangkok*
pulang ke mess
pak ketua: kenyang...
*tambah nasi sepiring*
pak ketua: kenyaaaaaaang...
*tambah lagi kolak*
*ini nih, yang namanya kenyang, pak Ketuaaaaaaaaaa...*
WI killer
bapak penjaga: Besok masuknya jam 8 kurang 1/4 ya...
Bo: Napa?
Pilas: Kata kelas sebelah, Gurunya killer, nggak suka telat... Trus, kemaren ditanyain satu2 gitu...
Bo: Oh...
...keesokanharinya...
laaaaaaaaaaaaah? mana guru killernyaaaaaa? malah ketawa2 giniiiiiiiiii.... kelas sebelah menipuuuuuuuuuu...
*entah kelas gw yang ndableg, ato emang gurunya gak killer...*
ga pernah ngobrol, huks...
Bo: Bobbi orangnya diem banget ya, Pil?
Pilas: Ho'o...
Bo: Gw gak pernah ngobrol ma dya...
Pilas: gue pernah...
Bo: Hah? waw... kapan?
Pilas: Pas nagihin duit...
*dasar rentenir! ngobrolnya cuma pas nagihin duit... gilaaaaaa...*
saingan! saingan!
WI: yak, ada pertanyaan?
yanti ma gw ngacung...
liat2an...
WI: ada pertanyaan lagi?
yanti ma gw ngacung lagi....
liat2an lagi...
Bo: Gw duluan ato lu duluan?
Yanti: terserah...
Bo melanjutkan ngebo sadja...
*WI gilak... poinnya dapet dari nanya... insane...*
---
TiQi Bo
tar disambung lagi... mo siestaaaaaaaa...
owh, makasih temen2 prajab gol III angkatan 2 tahun 2009: *nyontek absen dulu...* Tisa, Icha, bumil Fietry, Jimmy, Rin, Chin, Rigano, Arra, Fefen, Kang Iman, Nanang, Yulia, Hesti, Akasa, Damai, Febry, Pilas, Anang, Dina, Swastyastu, mbah Imam, Raden Indra, mas Sandi, Bandung, Bobbi, Dewi, Evie, Hengki, Retha, Ya'foor, Anggoro, Denny, Gita, Yanti, Bumil Putri, Rudi, Pak Djamal, Andri, Arief...
you guys are far beyond my expectation...
I'll skip the sad, raging, serious, not fun at all part for you guys, and skip into the stupid parts which I also name my daily life...
hari 1
naik taksi menuju tempat penjagalan... Uhm, maksud gue tempat prajab...
Bo: Haluh?
a voice: Tik, lu di mana?
Bo: Hng? di taksi.. uhm...ini...
a voice: Masih lama nggak? Gue uah nyampe...
Bo: Uhm, bentar lagi... ini...
a voice: Ya udah, buruaaaaaaan...
Bo: Iya... iya... tapi ini siapaaaaa?
a voice: Pilas, duduuuuuuuuul!
and she hung the phone...
*yep, itu cara gue tau nomor telepon Pilas... I AM THAT IGNORRANT! padahal dya bakal jadi roomie gw selama dua minggu, dan gue cuma tau Y!M dia, sampe hari itu... me nye dih kan...*
Hari 1 - udah nyampe mess
Bo: Ui, Pil... *masih cranthelan travel bag*
Pilas: Argh... kenapa angkatan kita isinya orang yng diem2 tapi nyebelin siy?
Bo: Uhm, kenapa niy? *bingung, baru dateng... roomie gw udah misuh2*
Pilas: Iya, Tik... lu liat aja, diem2, tapi nyari gara2...
Bo: Pil, I don't get this conversation...
*dan jawaban dari pertanyaan gue baru gw dapatkan beberapa hari setelah itu... ya ampun Pilaaaaas, you and you best frieeeeend! ahahahaah*
ceramah kesehatan
Pak Ketua: Nanti jam lima bakal ada ceramah kesehatan dari kepala balai
crowd: Awwwwhhhhhh...
Bo: Brarti, mesti rapi ya? hng...
Pilas: Yah, gak bisa buka puasa di luar ya?
Bo: Bisa aja... Lu ambil makanan, lu makan deh di luar ruangan...
Pilas: Dudul lu, ah...
...jamlimateng...
Bo: Bakal diapain niy kita? pake ceramah kesehatan pulak...
Kepala Balai; Yak, selamat sore... ini ada orang oxy yang mau bicara...
.krikrikrik.
*promo kok dibilang ceramah kesehatan siy, paaaaaaaaaak? aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh...*
udah kenyang...
Buka puasa di pasar kaget deket mess
pak Ketua: udah kenyang...
*tahu gejrot 2 porsi, es buah satu mangkok*
pulang ke mess
pak ketua: kenyang...
*tambah nasi sepiring*
pak ketua: kenyaaaaaaang...
*tambah lagi kolak*
*ini nih, yang namanya kenyang, pak Ketuaaaaaaaaaa...*
WI killer
bapak penjaga: Besok masuknya jam 8 kurang 1/4 ya...
Bo: Napa?
Pilas: Kata kelas sebelah, Gurunya killer, nggak suka telat... Trus, kemaren ditanyain satu2 gitu...
Bo: Oh...
...keesokanharinya...
laaaaaaaaaaaaah? mana guru killernyaaaaaa? malah ketawa2 giniiiiiiiiii.... kelas sebelah menipuuuuuuuuuu...
*entah kelas gw yang ndableg, ato emang gurunya gak killer...*
ga pernah ngobrol, huks...
Bo: Bobbi orangnya diem banget ya, Pil?
Pilas: Ho'o...
Bo: Gw gak pernah ngobrol ma dya...
Pilas: gue pernah...
Bo: Hah? waw... kapan?
Pilas: Pas nagihin duit...
*dasar rentenir! ngobrolnya cuma pas nagihin duit... gilaaaaaa...*
saingan! saingan!
WI: yak, ada pertanyaan?
yanti ma gw ngacung...
liat2an...
WI: ada pertanyaan lagi?
yanti ma gw ngacung lagi....
liat2an lagi...
Bo: Gw duluan ato lu duluan?
Yanti: terserah...
Bo melanjutkan ngebo sadja...
*WI gilak... poinnya dapet dari nanya... insane...*
---
TiQi Bo
tar disambung lagi... mo siestaaaaaaaa...
owh, makasih temen2 prajab gol III angkatan 2 tahun 2009: *nyontek absen dulu...* Tisa, Icha, bumil Fietry, Jimmy, Rin, Chin, Rigano, Arra, Fefen, Kang Iman, Nanang, Yulia, Hesti, Akasa, Damai, Febry, Pilas, Anang, Dina, Swastyastu, mbah Imam, Raden Indra, mas Sandi, Bandung, Bobbi, Dewi, Evie, Hengki, Retha, Ya'foor, Anggoro, Denny, Gita, Yanti, Bumil Putri, Rudi, Pak Djamal, Andri, Arief...
you guys are far beyond my expectation...
Sunday, August 30, 2009
silly conversations
Michie said that we could be categorized as a successful human being if someone offered us a credit card in the malls...
Hmm... I guess I haven't succeeded yet...
Vani had a theory that B blood type person are always dark skinned
I was gonna yell, hell no... but then... I'm a B blood type person,,,,
Miv yelled at me when she found out that I haven't got my tickets for lebaran...
Well, uhm... my Mum would yell at me too, so, uhm... could we keep it a secret?
King said that he wasn't sleeping when I called him
And we both know, that was a lie, ey, King? you're my younger brother, I know you...
He said that I couldn't laugh at the story he was about to tell me
For you, I would not laugh,,, but for all my insanity to have the guts to talk to you, I'd laugh out loud...
Magda was grumbling about how people surround us got married...
I guess, you should drag Kur to the church as fast as you can, Dut... for I could not stand listening to this conversation... seriously...
He asked me, who's my spouse right now...
If you were following this blog, then we both know, that you were just creating a conversation...
Mum asked why I haven't call her in a week
I asked her back, why hasn't she call me,,, which made her yell at me... I guess, I need to feed my ego... and realize that my Mum is a drama queen...
Twin said that the picture of himself is who really is
And I vomit a little there, twin... =p
Bu Nuke and Vani complained about my left handed mouse location, Vani even said that it gave her headache...
And does it seems like I care? No... I call it personal... =D
---
TiQi Bo
didn't have a camera by my side this time/ hoping I would see the world through both my eyes/ Maybe I would tell you all about you/ When I'm the mood to loose my way... *3x5-John Mayer*
Travelling options for year end... Ambon, Yogya, BaBel (?)... Hmm.. I would skip Yogya if it wasn't you galz, Balz... Looking forward for the fix schedule!
Hmm... I guess I haven't succeeded yet...
Vani had a theory that B blood type person are always dark skinned
I was gonna yell, hell no... but then... I'm a B blood type person,,,,
Miv yelled at me when she found out that I haven't got my tickets for lebaran...
Well, uhm... my Mum would yell at me too, so, uhm... could we keep it a secret?
King said that he wasn't sleeping when I called him
And we both know, that was a lie, ey, King? you're my younger brother, I know you...
He said that I couldn't laugh at the story he was about to tell me
For you, I would not laugh,,, but for all my insanity to have the guts to talk to you, I'd laugh out loud...
Magda was grumbling about how people surround us got married...
I guess, you should drag Kur to the church as fast as you can, Dut... for I could not stand listening to this conversation... seriously...
He asked me, who's my spouse right now...
If you were following this blog, then we both know, that you were just creating a conversation...
Mum asked why I haven't call her in a week
I asked her back, why hasn't she call me,,, which made her yell at me... I guess, I need to feed my ego... and realize that my Mum is a drama queen...
Twin said that the picture of himself is who really is
And I vomit a little there, twin... =p
Bu Nuke and Vani complained about my left handed mouse location, Vani even said that it gave her headache...
And does it seems like I care? No... I call it personal... =D
---
TiQi Bo
didn't have a camera by my side this time/ hoping I would see the world through both my eyes/ Maybe I would tell you all about you/ When I'm the mood to loose my way... *3x5-John Mayer*
Travelling options for year end... Ambon, Yogya, BaBel (?)... Hmm.. I would skip Yogya if it wasn't you galz, Balz... Looking forward for the fix schedule!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
abegeh oh abegeh
As usual, I took a ride in 72 to reach my boarding house tonight... *bok, kesannya kek gw pulang jam 11 malem aja yaaaa... no, I went home earlier, but yet the sun has set...*. There was two high school girls sitting behind me... Me, as usual, was forced to listen their conversation... You decide...
*please do forgive me, if some conversation were not exactly the same as they told... but then,,, the moral of the story is quite the same..*
A: Iya,,, lu percaya nggak siy,,, kemaren gw bisa pulang sendiri naik bus!
B: Wah,,, gimana caranya?
A: Jadi yah, gw naik bus dari sini *melawai, red.* trus ketemu ibuk2... gw ngobrol sama dya, trus bilang kalo gw mo turun di mistik.
B: Trus trus?
A: Ya udah, trus di tengah jalan ada orang mo turun. Pas gw mo duduk, si ibuk2 itu bilang ke gw, kalo mo turun di mayestik, adek turun di sini.
B: Wah, untung yaaaa...
A: Iya, mungkin karena gw rajin solat kali ya?
*I was trying to hide my laugh hearing that conversation... Dude, first of all... it's Mayestik... come on, show some respect for names, please... they mean something... Mistik made it sound like it's a place of dark and full of magic place... And, uhm... you were suppose to be in high school? Ask, dude, ask! Lips and tongue are very useful tools for this thing... And, uhm... what's the correlation of rajin solat and able to get to Mayestik? uhm... I guess there's some correlation, but I think they're far2 away apart...*
A: Gue tuh, sayang banget sama si Gonggong... *It's her by friend's nickname, I suppose*
B: Ya, tapi kasian dya juga kan... nanti jadinya kayak gw sama Buncis... *I forgot the other boyfriend's nickname... so who cares*
A: Iya ya? Lu sayang banget ya, sama Buncis?
B: Uh, gw sayang bangetbanget!
A: Lu dulu brapa lama siy, sama Buncis?
B: Lumayan lama, kok... 6 bulan... eh, 5 bulan siy, yang sebulan itu, HTSan gitu...
A: Iya, gw ma Gonggong juga udah 9 bulan...
*uhm... I'm lost here... 6 months? let's repeat... SIX months is a long time? well, I guess it is... Time and it's relativity... hmm...*
Oh, world... please tell me, what on earth is going on? what did I do when I was in high school? Hmm... basically avoiding attending my classes and spend more time by myself or hanging in cafeteria... I know, my high school life is not normal,,, but hey! At least I don't have to worry anything beside my own self, right?
Owh, this post here is for my cousins who believe that growing up is something she have to pursue... Well, uhm... think again! You'll be there when it's time... And of course for mums and dads who stops by at this post... you've been there done that,,, you must've know what to do, rite? *wah, kena pentungaaaaaaaaaaan... belagak tuaaaaaaaaaa... ampuuuuuuuuuun,,, ahyahyahyahya*
---
TiQi Bo
Here's a riddle for you/Find the answer: There's a reason for the world/You and I -The Riddle, Five for fighting
ah, nyaris tengah malam lagi... dan perut bergejolak... pertanda apakah ini? *lebay*
*please do forgive me, if some conversation were not exactly the same as they told... but then,,, the moral of the story is quite the same..*
A: Iya,,, lu percaya nggak siy,,, kemaren gw bisa pulang sendiri naik bus!
B: Wah,,, gimana caranya?
A: Jadi yah, gw naik bus dari sini *melawai, red.* trus ketemu ibuk2... gw ngobrol sama dya, trus bilang kalo gw mo turun di mistik.
B: Trus trus?
A: Ya udah, trus di tengah jalan ada orang mo turun. Pas gw mo duduk, si ibuk2 itu bilang ke gw, kalo mo turun di mayestik, adek turun di sini.
B: Wah, untung yaaaa...
A: Iya, mungkin karena gw rajin solat kali ya?
*I was trying to hide my laugh hearing that conversation... Dude, first of all... it's Mayestik... come on, show some respect for names, please... they mean something... Mistik made it sound like it's a place of dark and full of magic place... And, uhm... you were suppose to be in high school? Ask, dude, ask! Lips and tongue are very useful tools for this thing... And, uhm... what's the correlation of rajin solat and able to get to Mayestik? uhm... I guess there's some correlation, but I think they're far2 away apart...*
A: Gue tuh, sayang banget sama si Gonggong... *It's her by friend's nickname, I suppose*
B: Ya, tapi kasian dya juga kan... nanti jadinya kayak gw sama Buncis... *I forgot the other boyfriend's nickname... so who cares*
A: Iya ya? Lu sayang banget ya, sama Buncis?
B: Uh, gw sayang bangetbanget!
A: Lu dulu brapa lama siy, sama Buncis?
B: Lumayan lama, kok... 6 bulan... eh, 5 bulan siy, yang sebulan itu, HTSan gitu...
A: Iya, gw ma Gonggong juga udah 9 bulan...
*uhm... I'm lost here... 6 months? let's repeat... SIX months is a long time? well, I guess it is... Time and it's relativity... hmm...*
Oh, world... please tell me, what on earth is going on? what did I do when I was in high school? Hmm... basically avoiding attending my classes and spend more time by myself or hanging in cafeteria... I know, my high school life is not normal,,, but hey! At least I don't have to worry anything beside my own self, right?
Owh, this post here is for my cousins who believe that growing up is something she have to pursue... Well, uhm... think again! You'll be there when it's time... And of course for mums and dads who stops by at this post... you've been there done that,,, you must've know what to do, rite? *wah, kena pentungaaaaaaaaaaan... belagak tuaaaaaaaaaa... ampuuuuuuuuuun,,, ahyahyahyahya*
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TiQi Bo
Here's a riddle for you/Find the answer: There's a reason for the world/You and I -The Riddle, Five for fighting
ah, nyaris tengah malam lagi... dan perut bergejolak... pertanda apakah ini? *lebay*
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sebuah e-mail dari konsultan kampretski gw:
I don't like to be point out as 'sampeyan' either... or 'panjenengan'... OK, gw tidak suka bahasa Jawa, terutama pada bagian pengkastaan kromo inggil, kromo, ngoko... *hey, I got FIVE in my annual report when I was in my last year of junior high for javanese subject...*. Gw lebih suka dipanggil 'kamu', hyahahahaha...
Enihoooo, tu konsultan juga nggak pernah manggil gw 'ibu' setiap ketemu... kenapa pas ngimel gw, dya brubah jadi penuh sopan santun yang nggak penting banget gitu siy?
After all,, mungkin bener kata Taz, I'm growing up... *except the part of my OBVIOUS protest of the title 'Ibu'*,,, hmm... maybe growing up is an option I must consider...
OK, mungkin gw harus mulai dengan tidak membawa gembolan ke kantor dan menggantinya dengan handbag? Atau mengganti flat shoes yang lebih mirip sneakers dengan sepatu berhak? Atau melakukan lebih dari sekedar nempelin bedak dan make lipgloss di muka? Atau mengganti pilihan jam tangan yang berbahan plastik ini dengan sesuatu yang kotak dan berbahan metal? Atau mulai menyisir rambut kalau ke kantor? Atau mulai berjalan dengan normal dan berusaha tidak berlarian atau melompat2 di lorong kantor? Atau...
fiuh... banyak sekali konsekuensi untuk menjadi dewasa, rupanya... ah, sudahlah... saya menikmati glundungan di lorong kantor, kok...
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TiQi Bo
I opted not to grow up for this while...
Untuk penggunaan kata IBU dalam penyebutan nama sampeyan, itu semata-mata rasa hormat saya kepada sampeyan khususnya dan kaum hawa pada umumnya. Sebagai orang jawa tulen saya diajarin orang tua saya untuk menghormati kaum hawa seperti itu. Tapi kalau memang sampeyan tidak berkenan maka ijinkan saya memanggil MBAK. Bolehkan......???E-mail itu datang, setelah gw protes nggak mau dipanggil 'ibu'. Bukan kenapa2, I don't think I've deserved to be called in that state. Maybe someday, but not in the near future.
I don't like to be point out as 'sampeyan' either... or 'panjenengan'... OK, gw tidak suka bahasa Jawa, terutama pada bagian pengkastaan kromo inggil, kromo, ngoko... *hey, I got FIVE in my annual report when I was in my last year of junior high for javanese subject...*. Gw lebih suka dipanggil 'kamu', hyahahahaha...
Enihoooo, tu konsultan juga nggak pernah manggil gw 'ibu' setiap ketemu... kenapa pas ngimel gw, dya brubah jadi penuh sopan santun yang nggak penting banget gitu siy?
After all,, mungkin bener kata Taz, I'm growing up... *except the part of my OBVIOUS protest of the title 'Ibu'*,,, hmm... maybe growing up is an option I must consider...
OK, mungkin gw harus mulai dengan tidak membawa gembolan ke kantor dan menggantinya dengan handbag? Atau mengganti flat shoes yang lebih mirip sneakers dengan sepatu berhak? Atau melakukan lebih dari sekedar nempelin bedak dan make lipgloss di muka? Atau mengganti pilihan jam tangan yang berbahan plastik ini dengan sesuatu yang kotak dan berbahan metal? Atau mulai menyisir rambut kalau ke kantor? Atau mulai berjalan dengan normal dan berusaha tidak berlarian atau melompat2 di lorong kantor? Atau...
fiuh... banyak sekali konsekuensi untuk menjadi dewasa, rupanya... ah, sudahlah... saya menikmati glundungan di lorong kantor, kok...
---
TiQi Bo
I opted not to grow up for this while...
Friday, July 3, 2009
Direktur saiah ituh...
*this post will be done in Indonesian, to mke my point and to get the moral of this story, huahahaha*
Kemarin gw terkena jebakan betmen bos gw. Gw disuruh rapat yang dimulai jam setengahtujuhmalam sadja... Dan bos gw (kasubdit) kabur dengan suksesnya jam satusiang, dengan alasan sakit... *yeah, rite... like I don't have any brain, sir... you came to my cubicle still smoking with all your bloody pride, and suddenly you're sick? blah... bite me with the reality, Sir...*.
Jadilah gw brengket dengan suksesnya abis magrip, ke salah satu hotel di bilangan Blok M, hewhew... berbekal disposisi dari bos *laknat* gw itu, buat ngewakilin DIREKTUR gw di acara FOCUS GROUP DISCUSSION.. Kambiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!! Ya owloooh, moga2 bokap nyokap gw ga begini kelakuannyaaaaa... malu gw, maluuuuuuu...
Jadi, FOCUS GROUP DISCUSSION ini, cuma ngundang skitar 15 orang, dengan gelar DR dan PROF bertebaran, dan jabatan2 nan mentereng di mana2. Siapa saia? TiQi Bo. sudah. titik. ngekngokngekngok. Clingak clinguk, ga ada yang gw kenal... *Yeah, sure... dengan gelar DR dan PROF dan jabatan setara DIREKTUR dan DEPUTI, ga bakal ada yang seumuran gueeee.... duh gusti, rapat sama opa2...*
Anyway, setelah terombang ambing *antara akanan daging2an dan emih serta buah2an dan es maknyoss*, muncullah sesosok yang gw kenal... Hurrreeeeeeyyy!!! Direktur gw dateeeeeng! Yay! Yay! Yay! Seenggaknya ada opa2 yang gw kenaaaal... aseeeeeek...
Anyway lagi, sebenernya gw mah pengen nyeritain percakapan gw ma Direktur gw selama focus ohwhatsoever itu... Obrolan yang konyol, tentu saja... huehehehe...
Dir: Lho, Tik? Bu **** mana?
Bo: Engh,,, engh...
Dir: Kok bukan dia atau kasubditmu yang dateng?
Bo: Ngh, pak ***** tadi katanya sakit, hehe.
Dir: Ho, katanya ya, Tik? Pasti kabur ya, Tik? *hakjleeebbb... akuh...tak..bisa...berbohong...aaaaaarrrggggghhhh*
Bo: Bu ****, bukannya rapat tadi ya Pak?
Dir: Udah selese, wong saya tadi ke sana. Udah pulang ya, Tik?
*uhuhuhuhu, iya paaaaakkk.... saya ndak bisa bohoooooong... ampun paaaaaak*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu nggak nanya?
Bo: Ah, nggak ah, Pak... saya kan nggak ngerti yang diomongin dari tadi apa *yeah, jujur itu menyakitkan tapi emang nyatanya gitu kan?*
Dir: Nanya aja.
Bo: Nggak ah, pak.
Dir: Kamu pikir saya ngerti yang diomongin ini apa? Biar keliatan pinter aja, Tik. Iya kan?
*ahauhauhau... jujur itu penting, paaaaaak...*
---
Dir: Wah, internetnya nggak ada.
Bo: Ah, biasanya WiFinya nyala kok.
Dir: Oh, closed ternyata.
Bo: Owh.
Dir: Tik, kamu punya FB nggak?
Bo: Punya dong!
*euh, Pak... tapi nggak berniat nge-add saya kan, Pak? nggak kan?*
---
Dir: Rujak, Tik. Seger lho.
Bo: Hng? Ini udah malem, Pak... wogh, saya nggak tanggungan ya, Pak.
Dir: Ah, nggak papa. Eh, iyaya? Udah malem ya?
Bo: Sakit perut lho...
Dir: Eh, Tik...Tik..
Bo: Hm? ada apa Pak?
Dir: Kok perut saya udah mulai sakit ya?
Bo: Aaaaawh, Bapaaaaak... saya nggak mau dimarahin orang2 sekantoooor...
*yes, like boss like staff... devilish*
---
Dir: Tik, rapatnya lama banget ya?
Bo: Ho'oh , Pak.
Dir: Ngantuk ya?
Bo: Ho'oh, Pak.
Dir: Apa saya aja yang nutup acaranya ya? biar cepet selesai?
Bo: Wogh, boleh banget, Pak...
*yang ngundang siapaaa... yang mau nutup siapaa... huahahahaha*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu nggak mau ngopi?
Bo: Nggak ah, Pak. Males.
Dir: Yaudah saya ambil dulu ya.
Dir: Tik, ada cilok nih.
Bo: Hng? Hahahaha, iya pak, ciloook... *itu fish ball dooong, bukan cilok, Bapaaaak*
Dir: Abisin, Tik.
Bo: He? masih kenyang *abis makan barbar, hauhauhau*
Dir: Oh, ya udah.
...
Dir: Tik, kasian ciloknya, abisin.
Bo: Engh...
Dir: Nggak papa... besok pasti nggak sakit.
Bo: Wah, malah jadi takut makan nih, paaaak...
*dan saya habiskan juga cilok, eh... fish ballnya, haha*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu tinggal di mana?
Bo: Radio Dalam, Pak.
Dir: Oh, ngekos ya?
Bo: Hehe, iya, Pak.
Dir: kalo akhir bulan kamu jual baju kamu nggak?
Bo: Ha? nggak pak...
Dir: Wah, kamu nggak ngalamin jadi anak kos. Dulu saya kalo akhir bulan sering jual baju, buat makan, hehe...
*iyawh, direktur juga menungsooooh... pernah syusyah...*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu ikut saya aja, pulang nanti.
Bo: Loh, emang searah, Pak?
Dir: Iya.
Bo: Ah, naik bus aja Pak, masih banyak kok *pukul 10 malam di Blok M, masih ramaaaaiiiiii*
Dir: Ah, udah sepi... tar kamu diculik, kan saya yang repot.
Bo: Emang rumah Bapak di mana?
Dir: PA MU LANG!
Bo: Ahahahaha... iya, Paaaaakkk... ampuuuuuuuunnnn....
*iye, Pamulang mah, jaoh paaaaaak*
---
Dir: Jauh ya, rumah saya..
Bo: Iya, Pak.. hehe...
Dir: Apa enaknya, saya ngekos aja ya?
Bo: Wogh, boleh aja, Pak.. ahahaha...
Dir: Gimana Tik? Kosanmu masih ada yang kosong nggak?
Bo: Hw? Kalopun ada yang kosong, itu kosan cewek paaaaaak...
Dir: Ah, masa' nggak nerima saya? wong saya udah kakek2 gini kok.
Bo: Wogh, kalo berani ngomong sama ibu kosnya sih, terserah, Pak...
*Direktur gw... lucuuuuuu*
---
Over all, sebenernya gw masih melakukan hal2 yang bodoh sih, selama rapat apa tau itu... lain kali gw ceritain deh, hehe...
Kemarin gw terkena jebakan betmen bos gw. Gw disuruh rapat yang dimulai jam setengahtujuhmalam sadja... Dan bos gw (kasubdit) kabur dengan suksesnya jam satusiang, dengan alasan sakit... *yeah, rite... like I don't have any brain, sir... you came to my cubicle still smoking with all your bloody pride, and suddenly you're sick? blah... bite me with the reality, Sir...*.
Jadilah gw brengket dengan suksesnya abis magrip, ke salah satu hotel di bilangan Blok M, hewhew... berbekal disposisi dari bos *laknat* gw itu, buat ngewakilin DIREKTUR gw di acara FOCUS GROUP DISCUSSION.. Kambiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!! Ya owloooh, moga2 bokap nyokap gw ga begini kelakuannyaaaaa... malu gw, maluuuuuuu...
Jadi, FOCUS GROUP DISCUSSION ini, cuma ngundang skitar 15 orang, dengan gelar DR dan PROF bertebaran, dan jabatan2 nan mentereng di mana2. Siapa saia? TiQi Bo. sudah. titik. ngekngokngekngok. Clingak clinguk, ga ada yang gw kenal... *Yeah, sure... dengan gelar DR dan PROF dan jabatan setara DIREKTUR dan DEPUTI, ga bakal ada yang seumuran gueeee.... duh gusti, rapat sama opa2...*
Anyway, setelah terombang ambing *antara akanan daging2an dan emih serta buah2an dan es maknyoss*, muncullah sesosok yang gw kenal... Hurrreeeeeeyyy!!! Direktur gw dateeeeeng! Yay! Yay! Yay! Seenggaknya ada opa2 yang gw kenaaaal... aseeeeeek...
Anyway lagi, sebenernya gw mah pengen nyeritain percakapan gw ma Direktur gw selama focus ohwhatsoever itu... Obrolan yang konyol, tentu saja... huehehehe...
Dir: Lho, Tik? Bu **** mana?
Bo: Engh,,, engh...
Dir: Kok bukan dia atau kasubditmu yang dateng?
Bo: Ngh, pak ***** tadi katanya sakit, hehe.
Dir: Ho, katanya ya, Tik? Pasti kabur ya, Tik? *hakjleeebbb... akuh...tak..bisa...berbohong...aaaaaarrrggggghhhh*
Bo: Bu ****, bukannya rapat tadi ya Pak?
Dir: Udah selese, wong saya tadi ke sana. Udah pulang ya, Tik?
*uhuhuhuhu, iya paaaaakkk.... saya ndak bisa bohoooooong... ampun paaaaaak*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu nggak nanya?
Bo: Ah, nggak ah, Pak... saya kan nggak ngerti yang diomongin dari tadi apa *yeah, jujur itu menyakitkan tapi emang nyatanya gitu kan?*
Dir: Nanya aja.
Bo: Nggak ah, pak.
Dir: Kamu pikir saya ngerti yang diomongin ini apa? Biar keliatan pinter aja, Tik. Iya kan?
*ahauhauhau... jujur itu penting, paaaaaak...*
---
Dir: Wah, internetnya nggak ada.
Bo: Ah, biasanya WiFinya nyala kok.
Dir: Oh, closed ternyata.
Bo: Owh.
Dir: Tik, kamu punya FB nggak?
Bo: Punya dong!
*euh, Pak... tapi nggak berniat nge-add saya kan, Pak? nggak kan?*
---
Dir: Rujak, Tik. Seger lho.
Bo: Hng? Ini udah malem, Pak... wogh, saya nggak tanggungan ya, Pak.
Dir: Ah, nggak papa. Eh, iyaya? Udah malem ya?
Bo: Sakit perut lho...
Dir: Eh, Tik...Tik..
Bo: Hm? ada apa Pak?
Dir: Kok perut saya udah mulai sakit ya?
Bo: Aaaaawh, Bapaaaaak... saya nggak mau dimarahin orang2 sekantoooor...
*yes, like boss like staff... devilish*
---
Dir: Tik, rapatnya lama banget ya?
Bo: Ho'oh , Pak.
Dir: Ngantuk ya?
Bo: Ho'oh, Pak.
Dir: Apa saya aja yang nutup acaranya ya? biar cepet selesai?
Bo: Wogh, boleh banget, Pak...
*yang ngundang siapaaa... yang mau nutup siapaa... huahahahaha*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu nggak mau ngopi?
Bo: Nggak ah, Pak. Males.
Dir: Yaudah saya ambil dulu ya.
Dir: Tik, ada cilok nih.
Bo: Hng? Hahahaha, iya pak, ciloook... *itu fish ball dooong, bukan cilok, Bapaaaak*
Dir: Abisin, Tik.
Bo: He? masih kenyang *abis makan barbar, hauhauhau*
Dir: Oh, ya udah.
...
Dir: Tik, kasian ciloknya, abisin.
Bo: Engh...
Dir: Nggak papa... besok pasti nggak sakit.
Bo: Wah, malah jadi takut makan nih, paaaak...
*dan saya habiskan juga cilok, eh... fish ballnya, haha*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu tinggal di mana?
Bo: Radio Dalam, Pak.
Dir: Oh, ngekos ya?
Bo: Hehe, iya, Pak.
Dir: kalo akhir bulan kamu jual baju kamu nggak?
Bo: Ha? nggak pak...
Dir: Wah, kamu nggak ngalamin jadi anak kos. Dulu saya kalo akhir bulan sering jual baju, buat makan, hehe...
*iyawh, direktur juga menungsooooh... pernah syusyah...*
---
Dir: Tik, kamu ikut saya aja, pulang nanti.
Bo: Loh, emang searah, Pak?
Dir: Iya.
Bo: Ah, naik bus aja Pak, masih banyak kok *pukul 10 malam di Blok M, masih ramaaaaiiiiii*
Dir: Ah, udah sepi... tar kamu diculik, kan saya yang repot.
Bo: Emang rumah Bapak di mana?
Dir: PA MU LANG!
Bo: Ahahahaha... iya, Paaaaakkk... ampuuuuuuuunnnn....
*iye, Pamulang mah, jaoh paaaaaak*
---
Dir: Jauh ya, rumah saya..
Bo: Iya, Pak.. hehe...
Dir: Apa enaknya, saya ngekos aja ya?
Bo: Wogh, boleh aja, Pak.. ahahaha...
Dir: Gimana Tik? Kosanmu masih ada yang kosong nggak?
Bo: Hw? Kalopun ada yang kosong, itu kosan cewek paaaaaak...
Dir: Ah, masa' nggak nerima saya? wong saya udah kakek2 gini kok.
Bo: Wogh, kalo berani ngomong sama ibu kosnya sih, terserah, Pak...
*Direktur gw... lucuuuuuu*
---
Over all, sebenernya gw masih melakukan hal2 yang bodoh sih, selama rapat apa tau itu... lain kali gw ceritain deh, hehe...
Friday, June 5, 2009
Warung Khrisna
Mamak and Mami are teasing me with Warung Krishna today. And at some point, I just wish I was there for day, just to have lunch with them.
What is Warung Krishna? It's an eating spot in Bali. We used to eat there, along with limsem, sate Sanur, and warung bu Made.
I guess, I wasn't missing those place,,, I just missing hanging out with them.
But, here I am.
Outside the fence of AlPus...
grabbing my meatballs.
And frankly, it tastes good.
But I still miss them. They way they treat me, it made me feel that I was their child, and I treat them as my mentor.
anyway, on my way back from AlPus:
Bo: Lu ga pernah nyuapin suami lu?
A friend: Enggak lah, bisa makan sendiri. Kenapa?
Bo: Uhm, gapapa.
A friend: Emang, kamu masih sering disuapin?
Bo: Well, yeah. Disuapin nyokp gw.
A friend: Lu anak sulung kan?
Bo: Yup. But, what's the point? Kalo lagi pengen disuapin, ya, disuapin aja, ahaha...
A friend: ...
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TiQi Bo
hey! at least I only did that to my mum! So back off, mate! Ga usah iri, deh... ahahaha...
What is Warung Krishna? It's an eating spot in Bali. We used to eat there, along with limsem, sate Sanur, and warung bu Made.
I guess, I wasn't missing those place,,, I just missing hanging out with them.
But, here I am.
Outside the fence of AlPus...
grabbing my meatballs.
And frankly, it tastes good.
But I still miss them. They way they treat me, it made me feel that I was their child, and I treat them as my mentor.
anyway, on my way back from AlPus:
Bo: Lu ga pernah nyuapin suami lu?
A friend: Enggak lah, bisa makan sendiri. Kenapa?
Bo: Uhm, gapapa.
A friend: Emang, kamu masih sering disuapin?
Bo: Well, yeah. Disuapin nyokp gw.
A friend: Lu anak sulung kan?
Bo: Yup. But, what's the point? Kalo lagi pengen disuapin, ya, disuapin aja, ahaha...
A friend: ...
---
TiQi Bo
hey! at least I only did that to my mum! So back off, mate! Ga usah iri, deh... ahahaha...
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