End of the story.

High school is going to end in at least 3 months! It freaks me out, actually. But in the other hand……yayness, it really makes me excited!

As an introvert person who used to sit all alone in the desk while everybody is having fun and share their laughter with some friends, high school didn’t feel so special for me. It was all plain. School rules, school activities, they were such a bore. Moreover, the subject gets harder and harder everyday, and so are the exam preps. Blah they made me wanna barf. :’|

But overall, high school wasn’t that bad anyway. It wasn’t as tough as it sounds. I got a nice & solid classmates, and a fashionable deskmate too. (There you are, Sonia!). We went through our bittersweet memories. We cried, we laughed. We fought, we made up. Ah, I’m gonna miss ‘em a lot :””)

And hell yeah, 3 months to go to the national exam. And just a few months to go to be a college student. I’m gonna miss my high school moments. I’ve learned a lot these 3 years. Learning about friendship, love, life, and much more I couldn’t write down here. I’ve been through my biggest failure of my life in high school, and I won’t regret it. So far, it taught me that life is hard, it gets harder as we grow, and all we need is to be srong to go through that.

My mind blown way too much, lately. Thinking what my college life is gonna be. I hope it’d be fun meeting some new friends with a mature way. But all I really wish is to be stronger and stronger to face every storms which is getting bigger as I grow older, too ;) xx

A night to remember.

3 days ago was my birthday. My 17th one, actually. But it was Friday, so I decided to hold a birthday party the day after.

I had it well on my birthday—but not as sweet as I thought before. There was nothing special in that cloudy day, and every single thing went pretty normal.
Everybody sent me bbms, smses, yms, tweets, posts, gifts, and wishes as well. My bestfriend, Beo, came to my house like 6 am and gave me surprises. Yayness!

And on January 5, I held a private party with some close friends and family. With their presents, wishes, hopes, and happiness, everything was perfect. I spent my 17 celebration with my beloved ones, wasn’t it sweet? :’)

After the dinner, we originally planned to have an after-party session in the swimming pool, but we went sleeping instead, because everyone’s sleepy as hell at 1 am. Lol! So we decided to have a swimming session in the morning :|

Hah, another year, another me. To be healthy, wealthy, and success are all I want for this year. Mmmm……skinnier, taller, smarter, a better career in music, and a better lovelife too! Are they too much to ask for, God? hehe.

Btw, I learnt a lot last night. Learning that 17 is celebration of maturity and growing up. So it means I’m starting to be a grown-up girl, and gotta have a responsibility to take a risk in every single decision I’ve made. :]

Eh plus another good news, in the midnight, my bestfriend, Beo, got her new boyfie yay yay! Congratulations, lovebird. Me love ya. <3

Anyway, hello 17!

22 Desember 2012; adalah hari ibu ke 16 selama usia saya. Dan disaat semua teman saya sibuk menghadiahi bunga, kue, cokelat, atau apapun untuk ibu mereka, yg saya lakukan adalah posting di gerbang tol Pasteur, yang sebenarnya tanpa tujuan apa-apa, karena saya sendiri berharap Mama ga akan baca post ini. Ya, saya lagi ga disamping Mama. Saya di Bandung, Mama di Bali—ga bisa ikut liburan. “harus kerja” katanya.

As you guys know, Mama adalah satu-satunya anggota keluarga inti saya; selain saya tentunya. Mama adalah single fighter, menggantikan Papa yg udah dipanggil Tuhan, dan saya adalah anak satu-satunya. And it makes me grow up to be anak yang manjaaaaa banget sama Mama, tapi sekaligus anak yang kurang berani mengekspresikan kata “lovey-dovey” nya ke Mama. Bukan kurang berani sih, malu tepatnya. :”>

Mama adalah kakak, sahabat, papa, partner in crime, dan tempat bertengkar buat saya. Dan saya, mungkin satu diantara sejuta anak lainnya—yang punya kebiasaan berbeda dari anak lainnya soal memperlakukan ibunya di hari Ibu.

Karena saya “geli” bilang I love you, kirim bunga, cokelat, dll—as I’m not that type of daughter, bagi saya 365 hari of our whole year adalah hari Ibu. Kami; saya dan Mama, punya dunia sendiri yang orang lain mungkin ga bakal ngerti. Setiap hari kami terasa sangat precious, karena saya ga perlu mengubah pribadi saya menjadi orang lain untuk sekedar ngasih kata “lovey-dovey” hanya di hari Ibu. Dan Mama paham itu.

Sekedar cerita, saya pernah mengamati salah satu teman saya, ngomel di Twitter, ngomelin Mamanya, with some gruff words, and that was soooo creepy. Durhaka banget deh pokoknya. And guess what, apa yg dilakukannya hari ini? Dia ngetweet “happy moms day ya Mamaku sayang I love you more than anything :*”.

Hahahaha cliche. And I’ve told you, saya ga mau berubah menjadi pribadi seseorang lain hanya karena hari Ibu, atau hari-hari apapun yang terkadang menjadi overrated dan maknanya hilang cuma karena perayaannya yang berlebihan dan klise.

Memang, saya ga muluk-muluk, setiap orang pasti pernah kesel sama Mamanya masing-masing. But for me, saya ga akan pernah sedetikpun meluangkan pikiran untuk “ngatain” mama saya spt itu. I just love her with my own way. Dan disaat kalian baca post ini dan mikir, “Gege kenapa ga romantis sih sama Mamanya, pasti ga sayang ya…” and blah blah blah, I bet you don’t know us. :p

And for you Mom, without those roses, lilies, gifts and chocolates, I know you know that I love you more than that. Happy Mom’s day ya bro ya,…………..udah ah malu lanjutinnya. Muah!

Respect. Hormat. Dihormati. Menghormati.

Dari kecil gue terbiasa denger, “Hormati orang yang lebih tua!”. Atau mungkin banyak lah di lagu & buku anak-anak yang bertema hormati orang tua, guru, dsb.

Gue udah ngerasain masa-masa senioritas di SMP & SMA juga. Ada semacam peraturan ga tertulis yang bilang kalo junior itu hewan. Senior itu raja. Alumni itu dewa.

Dulunya gue ga masalah sama hal ini. Gue menghormati siapapun yg lebih tua, who they are and how they really are. Tapi lama-lama gue ngerasa kok kata2 “hormati orang tua siapapun mereka” itu sempit dan kolot ya. Kita terus-terusan disuruh nurut sama siapapun-yang-penting-lebih-tua, tanpa tau kenapa itu dijadikan keharusan turun-temurun.

Oke, mereka ga sepenuhnya salah kok. Mungkin maksudnya menanamkan jiwa “humble” dan ga sombong kepada anak sejak kecil. Tapi ada sebagian orang yang gila hormat dan itu yang buat gue berontak.

Menurut gue, respect sendiri itu sama sekali ga ada hubungannya sama usia seseorang, jabatannya, kekuasaannya, dll. Respect comes from the heart within.

I agree that we need to respect the elders. But do we really need to respect the elders THAT DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE NICE AND HOW TO RESPECT OTHERS?

Respect has to be earned, not given. Rasa hormat itu bisa didapat karena ada sesuatu yang berhasil ia raih. Kalo kita ingin dihargai, kita harus tunjukkan kalo kita memang punya sesuatu yang pantas untuk dihargai. Dan untuk itu, umur sama sekali bukan menjadi batasan. Bukannya ga mungkin kalo yang lebih muda justru punya pencapaian yg lebih tinggi, right?

Jadi ya menurut gue, se-tua apapun lo, ya ga bisa seenaknya gila hormat selama lo masih blm bisa kasih contoh yg baik kpd junior-junior lo. And as long as you’re nice and show your respect to others, everybody will give their deepest respect to you—murni, tanpa mandang umur dan kekuasaan lo. And vice versa. As simple as that. ;)