Happy happy happy! *i guess*

Okay, i admit; i am just being one lazy ass to write in this blog. Not much going on in my life to be told as well, well at least not the ones i wanted to share with the whole universe.
Office is doing just fine. New boss(es) around, so there's some minor change applied in the daily routines. I stopped taking morning shower because of it.. Errr, okay okay, that's not the reason i didn't bathe in the morning.. It's because i am concerned of the water crisis occuring.. *fail excuse* Anywaaaay.. Office is just office. A place where at times i have to pay attention in people talking about bathimetri or land use or hidrogeography or any new terms that i don't have the slightest clue that they existed in this entire universe! (okay, overrated).
Have I state in this blog? Andun, a cousin of mine finally got married. A fine wedding, which hopefully would last until death do they be apart :). She's a member of the three stooges (as I quote kak Kiki) which only had three members: andun, dhanar, me. She was the oldest *ahem* amongst the three of us, so I just let her go with a short notice. I mean, man... It only took her like less than half a year to finally decide to marry this guy. I was kinda surprised (as in "so glad to hear that!" not in a way of "did you get knock up?!" sort of way). So here I am, being the two stooges alongside dhanar. Aaaaaand the story hasn't end yet my friends... A month after andun's wedding, dhanar announced that he's proposing his girlfriend (bumi, telanlah aku moment for me). Well, to be true, i was happy yet nervous. Me, being the only stooge left. Personaly? I do not mind. But if you knew my mum really well, it's getting on her nerves.
Ah, why can't there be peace among the both of us? My mum and me, I mean. I will not blame her for every decision I make, but she has this great influence on the decisions I make. This is one thing I would like to avoid when I became a mum someday. Don't get me wrong, I live my mum and I respect her much, but sometimes I wanted her just to sit down and seal her lips. To hell are with what everybody say. So what if other people got married? So what if I spent my money on gadgets instead of make-ups? So what?
I'm fed up. I got caught in my emotions. My highschool emotion, to be precise. Too much pressure from someone would just make me want to runaway even further.
Why didn't I just take the easy way, got married, moved in to Solo, have kids, and turn into someone that my mum want? I know the answer, that's not who I am. I wish my mum would know how much I've tried to be someone that she wanted me to be, although I'm fooling myself. I wish I could be someone my mum is proud of, without altering myself into someone else.


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TiQi Bo

the world beyond your home

'Mummy, this world is too frightening for me... Can I just go back home and be there under your watch?'
I remembered when I first stepped out from my parent's house to stay in Yogya. My daddy drove the car filled with my stuffs. Mummy was beside him, being a navigator as usual. And I was sitting at the passenger's seat along with all the boxes. The ride took around 1.5 hours. The longest hours for me at that time.
I was a rebel girl. Through my high school years, I never agreed a single thing my Mum said. I slam the door right at my Daddy's face. It wasn't something that I'm proud of. I use to think that I'm better than they were. That they weren't proud enough with all of my achievements. My selfish thoughts.
And that 1.5 hours ride, I thought it was my freedom way. And Yogya was my freedom gate. Finally, I have a space for my own.
My Daddy dropped my stuffs and arrange them up for me in my new room. My Mummy tried to touch my head or my hand, which I completely ignored. I was too excited picturing the life I would have without listening to my Mum being chatty or my Daddy in his silence.
By the moment they were ready to go, my Daddy hugged me, gave me a kiss, and pat my head and my Mummy said, 'I am leaving this trust with you, we believe that you wouldn't let us down. We won't be like other parents who checked their kids 24/7 because we know, you could take care of yourself. Just think before you act, because you are our only daughter'
By that time, I have no idea about the things my Mummy said. I don't have a clue for the things my Daddy did. I was only 17, and acted like I was 5.
Now, 6 years have passed me by. I've traveled to so many different places. I've met so many different person. I've been through so many different conditions. And I haven't finished this journey of mine.
But now, I understand the words that my Mum said was a big thing. She didn't gave me money, gadgets, or anything else, but she gave me her trust. I have the right to choose everything on my own with my parent's full support, because they knew I would not let them down. Now I know that not all parents gave their daughter, their only daughter the chance to be away from them. Not to mention of being a Javanese. Now I know how hard it is for them to let me go, let me step out from the house.
Now I understand, my Daddy's gestures was the way to say that 'you are my precious' to me. My Daddy never talked much. He never complained the things I did. He was always there when I did my stupidity. Watch me and make sure that I could get up after my fall. I have to admit, it was him who I turn to when I met my dead end. After I talked to my Mummy.
It took me 5 years to realize and 1 year to understand. I am still trying to understand as I live my life at the moment. How lucky I am to have them as my parents. They may not be the best parents I've ever met, but for me, they're perfect.
Today, I won't be ashamed of holding your hands, or bringing your stuffs, or introducing you to my friends, or saying how much I love you. Because I won't let you two down.
so, hugs and kisses, I love you.

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Tikki Mahayanti
hmm, King, I haven't decide about you yet... ahahaha... I guess I love you too, King! =p
*awh, writing this post brings up memories for me... hmmm... I need tissues here..*

siblings

First things first...
I would like to express my sincere apologize for you readers, as a year has pass us by and there are loads of things happened... some of them were memorable, some were just garbage awaiting to be thrown away...

okeydokey...
curiosity kills the bird! as requested by some of my friends, hereby I publish the pic of my baby brother *again!*... Enjoy!

*ooom, kasian oooom... anak terlantar oooom...*

You guys really think I would post a pic of King alone by himself?! Whoooooaaaaaa... No way... I know my friends... after the my previous post where I was fooled by my younger brother, they would download his picture and praise him as their new king of nation I suppose... *yes, my friends are soooo glad I got fooled... BY ME OWN BABY BROTHER!!! argh! so much for friendship*
OK, that's it for now...
I'll catch up later... Oh, I still have stories from prajab, no worries, cha! =p

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Tikki Mahayanti
*King, Gogok jangan diilerin...*

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!*

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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...

And for God's sake, how do I suppose to know?

I am not good at remembering things in order, you guys should remind me that constantly.
Oh, first things first... Welcome, SyuMe... Jakarta have been waiting for you for more than 4 years, mate... I don't have any clue why did you chose Jakarta as a place to come home to, but I honoured your option. MeDz, bahtera lu emang ga bisa selamanya berjangkar di elu, tapi masih ada kapal ke Padang kok... *ah, ga nyambung, sudahlah...*
I had a facebook chat today with my 'Ibu'... *Geez, I had a lot of parents... >.< I guess that explains why I still remain as a kid...*. She complained about my facebook profile picture.. She said that she wanted to see my 'wajah manis'.. ahyahyahyaaaa... *blushed... sambil mlungker2in rok...* So, as a sweet little girl, I obeyed her... Voila! Now you can see my 'wajah manis...' *awawawwww, tersipu2 lagih...*. I did thank her for the *honest* compliments... She said, 'Kalo bukan Ibunya yang ngalem, sapa lagi kan, Tik?'... Ahahahaha, ah, Ibuuuu, aku maluuuuuuw... *OK, now would be the perfect time for you guys to just ignore my post, hyahahaha*
Anyway, if you guys are wondering, who is this Ibu... her name is Medy Krisnany... ring a bell? Yup... my professor in Architecture... *hyaaaa, malu lagiii, garuk2 tanah...*. She was my Ibu in college years. Her room was frozen cold *litterally, mates... occasionally, I spotted ice cubes fell down from her AC,,, gosh...*, but it was comfortable in atmosphere.
Now, that was my Ibu... There are two Ibu's for me,,, Ibu Agnes Pujiyati will be the second... Whe is just an ordinary woman from dusun engh... I forgot the name of the dusun... *anak macam apa gw... durhakaaaa...*. She was my Ibu during my KKN time for 2 months. She was the witness of Arya's gombalisme... *Arya, kalo lu baca blog gw... suatu waktu, boleh deh kita ngitung bintang, heuheuheu... ih, Arya gombaaaaaaal... ahyahahahaha*.. Ugh, I missed my Ibus... Ibuuuuuuuuu... both of them are in Yogya... Someday, Ibu... I will make you proud when I stand before your eyes.
And, there always be Mamak... *gw kangen elu, Mamaaaaaakkkk*... She was a 'senior' architect in Gfab. She always criticized my ability of drafting in CAD, once when I was a CAD monkey... But of course, she did it because she cared for me...
Moving on to Mami... the first Mami would be Mami Merry *along with Papi,,, I also forgot his name...* Mami Merry was the owner of a house across to my parents house in Ambon. She also owned a dog named Chiko... *Yang udah pernah dikejar Chiko, ngacuuuuuung... yakin de, tu Anjing galak banget...* She was the one concerned about my math grades *ya eyalaaaah, guru matematika, gituh?*. I first saw the 'perjamuan terakhir' painting in her house too... She taught me how to play ping pong and play 'ibu kita kartini' on keyboard... I hope she is doing alright,,, haven't heard from her since the riot...
The second Mami is Mami Lee... An architect from Gfab. She was the one that allowed me to touch her head... I did it because I cared. I know, some people might think it's rather impolite to touch someone older's head, but I don't know... I just did that... And I did that for ones that I care... =D *hayooo, sapa yang pernah gw *pukpuk* kepalanyaaaaa?*

Ah, I missed all my Ibu, Mamak, Mami, Mum,,,
All of them... Allllll offff theeeeeemmmm...

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TiQi Bo
Being selfish, hyahahaha... Anyway, I only have one father... anybody volunteered for the place? No? no one wants to compete with my Pap? very well...

I have that nightmare again

As long as I remembered, the first time I had this series of nightmare is when I was in college. Disn't matter how the plot went, the story ended up in the same condition, I lost the man that I look up to.
And then I woke up feeling really anxious, like I wanna throw up and cry at the same time. The feeling was so real, seems like I am reaching his hands for the last time.
And I ended up crying and convinced myself that it was only a nightmare. The result of missing him so bad.
Sometimes I hate dreaming. Everytime I dremt about loosing tooth, at a coincidence, someone passed away. I remember knocking at Pip's door early in the morning and just sit by her bed holding my feet just so it won't tremble when I read the sms' in my phone. And there it went... a bad news came... My mum always tried to sooth me that it was only coincidence, a result of tooth ache. And I am still struggling to believe in that.
But this nightmare, the nightmare of loosing him, made me sit on my bedside again, holding my cellphone, trying my best not to go panic and call him. It was only 5 in the morning. I guess it's time to say my prayer, and the dream was only a reminder.
I have never told him about this, I have never told anyone about his. And this time, I am saying this on public. I don't know who to talk to, really. This thing sound ridiculous, but it bothers me so much. I will end up being grumpy for the rest of the day.
I wanted and tried to call someone that I know, but it felt so hard. Who would've understand? It's my personal issue, so I should've solve it by myself.
Argh, be it... I'll just stop here, I don't know where to start.


Have I fail your expectances?
Have I ever make you proud?
Have I accomplished everything you wished for me?
Have I ever say this thing?
I wanted to say this, whisper it at your ears and hug you so tight...
I love you, Dad, I really do... Don't leave me yet, I still need you...
I even couldn't afford loosing you in my dreams.

Now can you just kiss me goodnight and close the door for me, Dad?
And, as usual, leave the lights on...


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Tikki Mahayanti

PS: I know it's just me being selfish, knowing that all human are mortals.

Children are amazing, aren't they?

Postingan ini udah lumayan lama, sebelum bokap-nyokap gw mengalami perjalanan besar itu... Sebelum gw tau kalo gw bakal terjebak di Jakarta.. *eh, bukan terjebak... hmm,,, sebelum dianugerahkan...halah*

I visited Mamak's facebook today,,, her shout out was 'Yasmin: sumber energi suara: MP3!'. *LOL*
Man, for 22 years living in this wide world, I never thought of it. Isn't it amazing how children could relate one thing to another? I remembered of an old photograph of mine,,, there I was wearing cloth and my mum dressed me as if I was somekind of princess (javanese native princess wore cloths don't they? Cos things in western are not the same as in here, mates...). And there I was in that pic, being kissed by my neighbor, the same age as I am... What in the world?! I've had my first kiss even before I knew how to spell my name? (Well, I have a unique name, so it's kinda hard to spell it, hehe... it's tieaikeikeiai, rite?). I've lost that photograph, by the way... But I still think that it ws a very special moment, haha...
As a kid, how did I act? My mum said I was quite mature for my age (which explains why I do not grow up now... I've spent being a grown up while I was small, hwehe...), silent (have I told you that I had a 'strict' mum as a kid? Now she has soften a bit, since she has known that I was too stubborn...), and always carefull to do things as if I would slip off out from something... My mum also said that I have done stupidity way back then...

Stupidity #1:
I had a large aquarium when I was a kid,,, my mum and pap put it on the floor... From out of nowhere, there I was drowing in the aquarium,,, sigh,,, what in the world?

stupidity #2:
I had a bro when I was 2 and got so excited. He was smaller than I am, he was the inferior, the one that can not do things by himself... So, there I was... After bathing and wearing clothes to my little brother, mum went back to the toilet, leaving me alone with my bro. Since he hasn't use the powder, I took the inisiative to put it on his face... well, as everyone expected, my lil bro looked 'cemong2', hehe...

Kids does think differently from adult, rite? And that's sooooo amazing...
Once I thought that TMNT was made in Indonesia,,, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle... I read it 'Tenaga Mutan Ninja Turtel' Tenaga, as in energy? hwooooooooooooo,,, it took me years to realize that michaelangelo, raphael,donatello,and *i forgot the forth one, sorry* ws way too complicated for Indonesians to create, hauhauhau...

I love watching human behavior,,, and young human behaviors are the best... It's so natural... don't restrict your kids too much, it might hurt them more than you think. Well, I know as older person, you are responsible to watch the younger ones,, but it doesn't mean that you alwys consider them as a fragile thing. A kid who never fell down would never know how painful it is when he saw someone falling down. It's OK to cry if it hurts, my mum said... Trial and errors are normal thing to do. You can't succeed without failing, rite? You won't know how to crawl before you lift yourself and balance yourself.

But it doesn't mean you could just set younger ones free... We are there as the observer and sometimes we need to be there to set the limits... Things could go dangerous, but find the least harmful way. Well, kids are just kids... they're cute little creature with big ideas, big demands, and less physical strength... Have fun, kiddo!

*Have a nice le grande voyage mum, pap... Come home safe and sound will you? May God protect and guide you guys always... Geez, I've missed them already... T.T*


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Tikki Mahayanti

Loosing is gaining something

Liburan lebaran kali ini, I didn't have the chance to even meet my partners in crime when I'm in Solo as I always did these years. Yes, blame it on my tight schedule of pleasing my relative's apetite of seeing me.
But then, I got the chance to sneak out in my last day in Solo. Oh, no... it was saturday. I strolled off to the cinema and watch Laskar Pelangi along with my school mates. actually, I don't know them quite well, but it's funny you know, you never knew what you got until you lost them, right? I got the chance of talking to Achmad Nanang and Puji, whom I never spoke to when I was in high school. *Remind me that I went to the same high school as they were, haaaahhhh...*
Puji and Nanang both has work well. Nanang is an architect, working in DP, Singapore and Puji is an aeronautical engineer, working in somekind of plane maintenance in Bandung. Eligible bachelors, girls... ahahaha... Oh, let's not neglect Whisnu and Mut too. My friends, they have all evolve to some one, while I still play around like kids do.
Hanging out with them is really an eye opener for me. If one is really determined of being somebody, somehow one will end up being success. It's just a matter of struggling. Everything in life is worth fighting for.
Talking to them made me think of my next step. Where do I want to be? What achievement do I want to achieve next? Which way do I want to choose? Hahah, so guyz... if you want to visit me here in Bali, today might be the right time, cos I can't promise whether next year I would still be in Bali or not.
Things changed a lot from the time when we're still in high school. Back then, we would go to KoBar and think that I have spent my money for something not worthed (OK, I'm being hyperbolic, ahhahaha...), but now, at least we could spend our money to watch movie plus eat and think that the money we spent was worthed because we could not always have the chance to meet with our friends. It is not about how much money we have spent, it's the momentum that we can not repeat again. We could gain money again the following month (by working our ass off, working over time and stuffs,,, pardon my french yaw), but it'll be hard to meet our friends in any other occasion.
But then, after realizing that in my age, I should have taken working more seriously, not just somekind of leisure time activities that I enjoy, hehe., I am still my mum's little daughter. At 9 pm, I took Mut home and strolled back home. wishing myself I didn't get grounded for coming home late (9.30 is late enough, if you talk to my Mum...). I did not get grounded, but I still felt guilty,,, to repay, I spent almost 3 hours accompanying my Mum sleeping. Yes, she slept and I watched TV. God, how I missed my Mum. God, how she have grown older since the last time I saw her. God, how I have missed so many time by neglecting her, disappointing her. God, how I only have short time to please her.
I guess I should start to please my parents soon. Soon enough, this time I would only like to enjoy my life,,, loh....???


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TiQi Bo

Today, 52 years ago...

Tahanlah wahai waktu
Ada selamat ulang tahun
yang harus tiba tepat waktunya
untuk dia yang terjaga menantiku

...

Jangan berjalan waktu
Ada selamat ulang tahun
yang harus tiba tepat waktunya
semoga dia masih ada menantiku

Mundurlah wahai waktu
Ada selamat ulang tahun
yang tertahan tuk ku ucapkan
yang harusnya tiba tepat waktunya
dan rasa cinta yang selalu membara
untuk dia yang terjaga menantiku

(Dewi Lestari - Selamat Ulang Tahun)

Happy birthday, Pap...
The alarm rang, but I bang the cellphone (As usual)
But don't worry, I remembered, hehe...

My little (adorable) little brother

Selama gw idup dan berso(k)SIALisasi, temen2 gw sering menyangka gw anak tunggal... T.T
Atau, kalo gw sedikit lebih beruntung... temen2 gw akan menyangka gw anak bungsu... (yang menurut gw, juga gag menguntungkan buat gw, hehe)...

Jadi begini, teman2... gw punya saudara kandung! satu orang saudara kandung! ONE! EIN! UNO! one is more than enough, mengingat ade gw kelakuannya mirip ma gw dalam beberapa hal... bisa tobat2 banget aja nyokap bokap gw, punya anak yang kek gw lebih dari dua... Bisa2 udah dari kapan tau gw beneran dititipin ke panti asuhan... (ambillah anak saya ini, tolong... saya sudah tidak sanggup menghidupi dia lagi... sayaaaa.... ahhhhh.... minimal, ambillah yang perempuan ini... makannya banyak, badannya gendut, hobinya tidur, anaknya gag berguna untuk saya....). OK, enough said...

Gw mo nyeritain soal ade gw... nama panggilan sayang gw buat dya adalah, 'eh..eh..', mwahaahahah... gag ding... 'King', begitu gw biasa manggil dya... Kenapa? karena dya cowo, makanya King, bukan Queen, plisde... masa' gitu aja gag ngerti? Ciri2 dya:

1. Kuyus, kontras dengan gw... yang agak2 bantet, kwkwkwkwkw... *Bo, you're really facing a bad self denial...* Pokonya, saking kuyusnya, timbangan badan dya, ga pernah menang dari timbangan badan gw... *songong anjeeeeet*
2. Tinggi, skitar sejengkal lebih tinggi dari gw... gw gataw berapa tepatnya tinggi ade gw... yang jelas dya tinggi, dan kepalanya suka kepotong dengan sadisnya, kalo bokap gw ngambil poto...hehe...
3. Gelap, kontras dengan warna kulit gw (kalo abis nyemplung ke kolam cat putih...), ahahahahaah...
4. Cengo', hampir sama dengan gw, kalo orang pertama kali liat gw, dan gw ga kenal mreka... pandangan mata gw bakal dengan beringas berkata 'what the hell are you looking at? jauh2 gih sono!', dengan catatan hal itu gag berlaku kalo yang ngeliatin gw itu cowo ganteng, mwahaahhaa....
5. Berkaca mata, sama dengan gw... walo lebih parah keknya... *hah? lu kacamataan, Bo? kapan? kapan? -ketika lu ga ngeliat gw... eheheheh*

yah, intinya, begitulah ade gw... sering bersikap konyol juga siy... lebih sering dianggep kaka gw... hahah, how poor you are, nak... Maafkan kakakmu ini, yangbelummampumembelikanmujaketberkapuconwarnaitem, hikshiks...

kejadian konyol tentang ade gw, yang membuat gw merasa dya bener2 ade gw:

1. Waktu kecil dulu, dya pernah ilang di pusat perbelanjaan... ditemuin ma mbak2 penjaga.. kalo ga salah si, percakapan ini terjadi dalam bahasa englis, tapi, forgive my bad memory de kalo ternyata enggak.. lupa...
mbak2: adik kesasar?
King: ho'o
mbak2: mamanya yang mana?
King: ...
mbak2: nama mamanya sapa?
King:...
mbak2: tinggal di mana?
King: ...
mbak2: *mulai frustrasi, ni anak entah suku mana, kaga bisa bahasa englis, pake acara nyasar pulak!* ya udah de, jadinya gimana niy?
King: Pokonya, mama itu yang pake lipstik merah...
*giggles*
ade gw, ade gw... ga inget nama nyokapnya sapa, tinggal di mana, tapi dengan tegasnya berkata ciri2nyokapnya adalah yang memakai lipstik warna merah... see guys, details does matter... mwahahahah

2. Ade gw pergi ke suatu tempat... tempat yang biasa dya kunjungi... cuma, kali ini dya menempuh jalan yang beda...
gw: Lah, lu ko blom nyampe si, King?
King: Aduh, susah tawuk! masi jauh niy!
gw: hah? jauh? bukannya lu biasanya ke situ?
King:...
*lama berselang...*
gw: Ko baru nyampe?
King: nyasar
gw: Ko bisa siy?
King: Jadi, biasanya gw lewat bagian blakang, nah tadi tuh lewat depan... gw cariin mpe kapan tau ga ketemu2... ternyata slama ini gw cuma muter2 di skitar itu doang...T.T
*giggles*
sama2 buta arah...

3. Dya nyetir mobil... gw duduk manis di jok blakang dya... dya nginjek gas, mpe gasnya menggerung2... gw sebel ngedengernya... akhirnya gw yang nyetir... gw kasian ma mbleki gw soalnya...
gw nyetir: *shit!* ih, ko tu mobil brentinya ga enak gitu siy?
King: hmm...
gw: *majuin mobil*
*dut... mbleki koma*
gw: ko ngglondor ya, King?
King: Idupin mesinnya!
*nyokap komat kamit... bokap... I dunno, I don't have the guts to look his face*
gw: *sial!* ih, ga mau idup....
*dan tiba2 tindakan ekstrim dari ade gw: NARIK REM TANGAN!, abis itu baru gw nginjek kopling, dan nyalain mobil*
King: you moron... REM TUH ADA GUNANYA!
gw: ehehehe.... masi lebi mending daripada lu ngegas kek orang gila gituh...
King: seenggaknya kita slamat, KAN?
gw: KITA JUGA SELAMAT SKARANG, King...
King: ...
kita berdua sama2 gamaw salah, ngotot2an, gontok2an... mwahahahaha.... pada akhirnya gw tetep sayang ade gw ko... mwahahahaha...

Yah, cukup 3 bukti dulu kalo dya ade gw... kalo inget gw sambung lagi deh... hehe...

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Tikki Mahayanti

Tukang becak vs Pilot

Beberapa waktu yang lalu gw berkendara ma Mum dan Pap... gw duduk di bangku blakang mobil grenpa Vitara pinjamandarikantorbokap, hehe. entah dari mana asalnya, terjadilah percakapan antar dua orang tua gw ituh...

Mum: Kok Pilot ki bayarane gedhe yo, Mas? Padahal yo ra ngopo2 tho? Ra kemringet koyo tukang becak. (NO offense ya, seseorangyangbokapnyapilot, mwahahaaha)
Pap: Lha, saiki tukang becak kae ben entuk penumpang, bayarane piro?
Mum : Yo mbuh, kira2 10,000 (IDR) wis. Rak mesakke tho? Padahal nggenjote ngentek ngos2an.
Pap: Kuwi nak lagi sak uwong, tur jarake mung saka Singosaren ning pasar kembang (All objects took place in Solo). Coba saiki dibayangke... Pesawat kuwi nak ngangkut kira2 300 penumpang.
Mum: Ho'o
Pap: Trus jarake saka Solo - Jakarta
Mum: Trus?
Pap, yo di ping wae... 300 ping 10,000 wis 3,000,000. Jarak Solo - Jakarta kuwi tikel piro Singosaren - Pasar Kembang?
Mum: Iyo yo?
Pap: Memper wae nek pilot kuwi gajine gedhe.

Bokap gw memang cerdas, mwahahahahaha...
Stelah gw pikir2 lagi... kwkwkwkwkwwk...


notabersambung: Maapkan bahasa acakadut gw... Ga bakal ge terjemahin, karena menurut gw kalo lu baca blog gw (yang keknya juga gada yang baca, hehe), lu kudu terima risikonya mwahahaha (ketawa jahat)

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TiQi Bo

I love you, Mum...

Despite all of the pain in the ass habits I have shown her, she always have the time to hug me in the right time and the right way
Despite all the humiliation I think she has done, she always made me proud to have her
Despite all the chaos I have caused, she will always be there to help me collect my scattered self
Despite of how old she is, she will always be a friend of mine
Despite every mistakes I have done, I could always come back to her.

Temen2 sering nanya, 'berat nggak Bo, idup jauh dari orang tua?'
Here's my reply: It'll be even harder to get back to where you live, leaving all your beloved ones behind. Semakin sering lu pulang, semakin lu merasa, gag seharusnya gw jauh dari mereka.
Terlebih nyokap gw rada angot2an kalo gw pamit... Sgala bujuk rayu dya lancarkan biar gw gag beranjak dari rumah, menawarkan kenyamanan duniawi, hahah...

Kmaren gw abis dari rumah... Nyokap tau gw abis punya masalah sama SeLai (maap, namamu di sini tetap SeLai, bukan nama asli...)...
Gw lagi ngulet2 di kamar, baru membuka mata, mo beranjak maen kibor di pojok kamar... Masih milih2 apa yang bakal gw maenkan... (yang ujung2nya tetep lagunya John Mayer yang Daughter, dudul... Kaga bisa lagu laen apa? Yeee, maap... Mo maen lagunya Tompi, gw bahkan lupa lagunya yang mana... My short term memory loooooooostttt... Bring back my youuuuuutttthhhhh), tiba2, mak jegagik... pintu kamar gw dibuka tanpa ngetuk dulu (Yup, I bet it's Mum... hwaaaahhhhh). Nyokap berlompat2 (beneran, lompat2, tanpa mengkhawatirkan lutut bliau yang rapuh ituh... haduuuuuuhhhh, mengko nek ndadak operasi meneh njuk piyeeeeeeee?) menuju tempatngebosinglesizedbedgwyangsuperduperimut itu... Imagine me and my almostthesamesize mom being in one bed... Kalo tu tempat ngebo bisa gerak, udah kabur aja dya dari dulu, hahah...

She asked: Kok iso tho, Nul? (Bukan Inul, nama panggilan gw di rumah... sesuka2 nyokap gw aja manggilnya... hahah)
me: Ya, gitu de, Mak...
She: Lho?
me: Susah ngejelasinnya... Banyak hal yang ternyata muncul, heheh...
She: Oh, yo wis...

dan that was it... She never asked me about SeLai again,,, seenggaknya sampe gw nulis ni blog... She knows, that it will be no use trying to force me to speak... Aku pulang buat mikir, Mum... bukan untuk bercerita... Pada saatnya nanti, aku cerita, tapi tidak untuk saat ini... And she perfectly understands my habit... Forcing me to make a decision on the exact same moment means forcing me to break my nice attitude along the day... Something that both me and my mom didn't want to happen.

Dan dalam sekejap, beliau nengok kibor gw (yang udah uzur ituuuuu, Rolaaaaaand, I labe youuuuu), membuka2 catetan akor gw, berbinar2 pengen nyanyi... Arrrrrggggghhhhh, Muuuuuuuuuuummmmm... tidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkk........
Gw alihkan perhatian nyokap ke arah kompie, memainkan bola2... Gw duduk (masih blom mandi, mata masi sparo kriyep2) di samping nyokap... Begituh sadja... Nyokap gw noleh... 'Nuk, ketokke kowe wis suwe ra mijiti mama to?'... Ngooook? gw nyengir, dan cabut grak dari samping nyokap, ngambil anduk... trus mandi... hahah, maafkananakmuyangtidakbergunaini, muuuummm....

Yah begitulah nyokap gw... She might not be the best mum in this entire world, but she is the perfect one for me...


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TiQi Bo

notabersambung:
Pap, cepat sembuh dari sakit 'boyok' ya, Pap... akuilah pap, u're getting older... Ga usah pake malu, ma anak sendiri inih... Dan, pap... Nggak jantungan kan, pas aku setirin kemaren? Hahah, I'm getting smarter on driving or what? I love you too, Pap...