the same daydream

dear, long  time not talking about my days.
first, I wanna share something, that the last 2 days were such an unforgettable moment for me. I attended the student conference for the committee of Ormawa Sastra. I finally can know the rules of conducting a court. I know how it feels to learn the AD/ART of our organization. Also, we, the senators finally arranged the committee of the student legislative board. it is very nice to befriend with you guys, the senators....

FERY, WILDAN, NURIL, ALFU, BITA, YOGI, GHANY, FENTI, IRMA, NIZAR, ANDRI, ZAIN

Hopefully we can make a great improvement for our faculty, our Ormawa, our Legislative Board. Viva La Vida  Legislativa!

and this is the second. in this 25th of december, my aunt finally finishes her foot treatment. all the rotten wounds on her foot finally dried. soon she will go back to jakarta. Alhamdulillah...
everything I think is all about a plan to redecorate my bedroom. can't wait to be brought back to the place I am supposed to belong to. well, next semester I start to think about my thesis, I need a huge amount of concentration, and it only can be gained in my bedroom. Please Allah grant my wishes... amin ya robbal alamin =)

The redecorating plan is currently making me thinking about the same daydream, everytime I drown myself in my mom's bed before sleeping: To stop the time for several hours. those several hours will be used to go to the mall, and take eeeeeeeeeeeeverything I want especially those pink things from teenage accessories station to decorate my room. to take a pink recorder flute in musical instruments store. to take pink spiral note book. to take many kinds of L-sized dresses. to take cute drinking bottles. pink computer mouse. happy house doormat. hello kitty bedroom slippers.transparent umbrellas. colorful teenager backpacks. watches. wallets. spectacles. EEEEEEEEEVERYTHING I WANT. but no one recognize the things I take. ahahaaa, criminal mind. but this is only a daydream. it is only an imagination and I believe it can't made into a reality, I don't wanna do it for real. I know it's a crime, dude.

well, somehow, several days ago I have relieved myself from the stressful final week with buying a new pink gift wrapping paper (hah! I always buy gift wrapping papers and I don't use them at all!), some cute pink stationaries, and a pink hand fan. bismillah, hopefully it can boost up my spirit to start a new semester next year.

anyway, merry christmas for you all who celebrate :) GBU and happy enjoying a quality time with your whole family with fruitcakes and cookies :)

Dolliecrave is a heaven for cute graphics

so, on my way back when I was a teen, (yeah i'm 21 heading to 22 on 2012) when friendster was undeniably booming. a friend of mine told me that there's a cool site called dolliecrave, it is a source of huge glitter graphics. well, glitter graphics was so in trend back then, in the era of friendster. now, i just checked that very site again, and found out that the graphics are now very varied. there, we can also find twitter and tumblr backgrounds. I also modified my tumblr layout too after finding those cute backgrounds (hey, I didn't tell you that I have a tumblr account? ok, here is the address)

there I also found many cute photography graphics. here I try to post a pic of theirs:




Confidence Quotes

kewl, i think. visite their site here 

alone for a while, I've been searching to the dark. for traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart.... (eh. this is Final Fantasy IX, huh?)

ok, this is going to be a very short post for a blog but too long as a tweet or FB status.

So, tomorrow, my parents are going to be away for all day long. My aunt will be in her sister's home. Lil bro will be at school doing his robotic thingy. This is absogoddamnfu**inglutely a Purrrrrrrrfect time to do anything that I can't do recently. Buy snacks a lot in the nearby minimarket. work on stop motion video for January 9th. do Videoke-ing. Write a poem. HELL YEAH!!! 

Dancing in the rain on this december

In this rainy december, while waiting for a certainty of my aunt to leave my home, I have made some preparation to welcome myself back in my bedroom.
My parents bought 2 packs of puzzle mats, they are pink and blue, oh how gorgeous --"
they use 6 pieces of it to be put under the praying mat, and the rest are to be put inside my room.
but, after my aunt leaves my home, for sure.
I also have bought several new pink giftpapers to be attached on my wall.
WHOAAA.... CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE MY ROOM BACK

The point is, when my aunt leaves, I will clean my bedroom totally. throw away the waterproof mat laid in my bed during the time my aunt stays in my room. THIS IS ALREADY DECEMBER! AUNT WILL LEAVE SOON! FREAK YEAAAAAAAH!!

this december, I will have my freakin' final week, the CCU gathering that perhaps costs much, the Legato committee dismission (yeah we finally finish our year officially, for the next head of legato has been elected. Meet BAYU ILHAM PRIBADI, the next head of legato. and all hail to the next head of Student Executive board, GEBBY MAULANSYAH). I will also have some fun activities with the Legatoers. Also, I have made up my mind and finally decided to continue my career in student organizations of Faculty of letters, in the Student LEGISLATIVE board a.k.a DMF (not executive! hahah). I'm a senator-to-be (whuuuuiiiikkk..... what a hyperbolic language... senator? err, yeah, that's the way we are called)

well, it's kinda weird for me after being accustomed for 2 and a half years having a headquarter as a place to go home to, a place to take a nap and is dominating my daily life.... that's one of maaany reasons for me to continue my career in ormawa. well, after thinking very long, the activities that BEM have is somehow similar with legato's activities. But the pressure is higher. yeah, I have experienced it. twice working for CSR Magazine and also karnaval sastra. well, kinda too complicated for me.

hell yeah! also, I'm planning to take a DOUBLE DEGREE program next semester!
emmm, the first time I heard this phrase, I feel that - yeah, I have to add one more year ahead to finish my study. more subjects to take. more responsibility. One more title.

Pritha Anggiarima, S.S, S.Pd! 


I'm taking English Linguistics and Education! I have a legalization to teach!! mukya gyaboooo~
the most important thing is that I want to be placed in SMANAWA on my teaching internship.
kinda wanna kiss the pain away as what Hollywood nobody said,,, errrr yeah!

hey, is it december 8th? so january ninth is only one month left?
Ah, hell! I haven't prepared anything! January 9th is still being the day I've been waiting for since the last 5 years. What am I going to give? a scrapbook again? but, oh! I don't have a place to work on it!
A stop motion video? well, my laptop is being uncooperative.
A dress? I don't know her size. hei, is she as plump as me? No. also, she's way shorter than I am, for sure.
And I don't know for sure what her style exactly is.

Emmm, I forgot one thing. that Smanawa is going to - again - hold a BUNKASAI! yeah, this is the 4th bunkasai held.

Yeah, finally got a chance to explore my style on the way of dressing up! can't waitttt!!!

New neighbor?

I'm living in a housing complex with 9 houses on it, but only 4 houses occupied. here I explain about my neighborhood:

Kav. 1: Pak Haji tamsil's house, the biggest house in this area.
Kav. 2: an empty land.
Back then, there was a coconut tree and this land was a grass-field, with many wild plants growing in this land. Then, when I was about 14 years old, my neighbor - Mr. Rochim, lived in Kav. 4- who is a contractor, borrow this land from the owner (I forgot the name of the owner, but I heard he's an Arabic man and he's an al-Hajj) to be used as a storage of his building equipments. Therefore, as the land was used as a storage, this land was covered with a kind of metal wavy board (seng gelombang, in bahasa).
A few years later, there was a building process on that land, but I couldn't see clearly what building was that. The building process was done behind that wavy board, many workers went in-and-out the ground. Mommy said to me that this was a project held by a neighbor living on kav. 3. Not long after that, probably on 2009, the wavy board was removed - after many years! then I could see what's behind it : yes, a kind of hall. My mommy said that the very neighbor - who had this project - conducted the project WITHOUT asking permission to the owner of the land, and she also caused a big loss towards Mr. Rochim's belonging stored in the land. therefore, now the hall was demolished, and here stays the ruins. The cemented floor, two destroyed bathrooms, and a banner that shows that this land is: FOR SALE.

Somehow Pak Haji tamsil also complained with the building process of this hall, because it was done without permission from other neighbors. It disturbed him a lot.

Kav 3 : This house belonged to Mr. Djati, whose first son was my schoolmate. The whole family were suddenly gone without giving information.
Mrs Djati was a legislative candidate, but failed on her campaign. I heard that the cost of making the billboards, pamphlets, and any kinds of her campaign attribute was paid through... DEBT. yes, she had a big deal of debt since her enjoin in the campaign. Therefore, to pay the debt, she sold her house and moved away with her family, they moved without telling the neighbors where did she moved.

Kav 4: this house is Mr. Rochim's. He lived there with his wife and his 4 children. But now, the whole family moved to bojonegoro, and only come to this house in vacations.

Kav 5: It was Mr. Samsugi's house. Now he and his family had moved to jogjakarta and the house is now for sale.

Kav 6: It is Mr Darmadji's house. Mr. Darmadji works on West java and his wife stays here, at their home, with her youngest daughter. the other children had graduated and worked outside the town. Now that the youngest daughter has finished her high school, and she will continue her study in Bogor. Then, the house is going to be sold.

Kav 7: This house was Mr. Sutrisno's, but he left the house on 1999. It had been empty for years. Then, suddenly, there's a family occupied it. You know what, THEY DON'T INTRODUCE THEMSELVES TO THE NEIGHBORS, EVEN TO THE PAK RT! What a neighbor...

But I want to know them, somehow...

Kav 8: this house was Mr. Phillip's house. He was from Kuwait, marrying an Indonesian woman. They lived there not for a very long time. then they moved to Kuwait and the house was left empty. Daddy said that it was for sale, but no one wants to buy.

Kav 9: An empty house owned by a judge. At first, it was rented to college students. but now, it is empty.

Kav 10: MY HOUSE...

Kav 11 and 12 are also houses rented by some male college students. I don't know who the owners are.

that's a little explanation about the houses in my complex. Now, this morning, I saw my daddy talked with some men in Mr. Djati's house. Well, Mr. Djati's house had been empty for 2 years, no wonder it becomes so dirty and is neglected. I heard from my dad that the men is about to move to Mr. Djati's house. Alhamdulillah, I'll get a new neighbor... so that my complex will not be this silent.

I remember when I was a kid I used to play with Bunga, the daughter of Mr. Sutrisno. Until she moved to Jl. Raflessia. Since Bunga moved away, I felt so empty, until I grown up.

Hopefully my new neighbor will be nice :)

HARI BURUNG!!

Thanks god i'm alive, aku berkesempatan ngerasain usia 19.
19....!! udah tua ya!

yang bikin aku bersyukur hari ini adalah:

1.Aku masih hidup
2.Aku bangun kesiangan jadi nggak ikut senam di balai RW!! asyik...
3.Aku nggak dielu-elukan orang tua, cuma ngasih selamat biasa aja.
4.Ortuku pergi ke pasuruan dari jam 8 pagi sampe jam 2 siang
5.Mama Sugi nyanyi selamat ulang tahun buat aku dari telepon
6.Dibelikan cilok sama tante.
7.berhasil bikin sekotak besar roti maryam mini buat guru2 smanawa besok
8.ibuku tetep ngomel seperti biasanya, tanpa ada reduksi karena hari ini ultahku. asyiiik... ndak dielu2kan...

bahkan aku lebih seneng kalo mereka lupa ultahku, kalo bisa warga non-rumah yang inget. guru2ku terutama.

well, yang pertama ngucapin selamat tuh mbak dian, terus muna, ibuku, adikku, kiwill tatto inc (tetangga), mama sugi, tante, dan temen2 facebook.

cinta... aku nggak sabar pengen ke smanawa.
Mbagiin kue ke guru2. cinta, aku telpon bu rusna tadi, tapi beliaunya repoooot terus. ya maklum lah bu rusna baru melahirkan. tapi nggak bisa tah sedikit aja luangin waktu untuk denger woro2ku?
aku nganterin kue ke smanawa adalah sarannya, karena aku sudah sering nganterin makanan ke bu rusna. jadi beliau bilang mendingan dianter ke smanawa ajah, gituu..

dan, harapanku taun ini...

1. semoga kuliahku di boga happy ending
2. semoga lulus SNM-PTN dan diterima di Sastra Inggris tanpa harus bayar uang pangkal lagi karena sama2 di UM
3. semoga diterima ngajar di bimbelnya HMJ Matematika
4. semoga potensi di bidang boga terus meningkat meski udah pindah ke sastra
5. semoga guru2 smanawa bisa nerima dengan lapang dada bahwa aku pindah.
6. semoga bu rusna mau nyayangin aku seperti dulu lagi *peh, kok kayak orang pacaran aja aku ini*

wadaw. ibuku datang. cepet2 sign-out.....

Menghitung jariiiii.......

pletakk. 3 mei besok minggu. bener2 tinggal menghitung jari!
aku genap 19 tahun hari itu.

harusnyah aku ngerasa gimanah?
seneng?

ya, harusnyah emang seneng.
tapiiii.... ada hal yang aku wegah di minggu besok!
cintah,, aku adalah tipe anak yang BENCI DI-ELU-ELUKAN KELUARGAAA!!!

well, terus terang aku ngerasa risih dielu2kan keluarga. terus terang aku orangnya lebih seneng dengan kehidupan di sekolah timbang di rumah. aku lebih deket sama guru2 daripada sama ortu. liat aja sendirih, kemaren aku abis praktek langsung main ke sma 9. ngobrol sama Bu Retno, Bu Ruli, Bu Hartami, Bu Endang, Bu Nuri, Bu Indy, Pak iskandar dan mbak pur. sampe jam 2 siang lho. aku malah mijetin bu ruli sama bu hartami. karena dulu waktu aku masih anak SMA 9 aku emang terkenal sebagai tukang pijetnya guru-guru.
pada awalnya pas jamnya bu alpha, kita kan diskusi, bu alpha mengeluh pusing. aku kan duduk di depan, terus bu alpha yang emang sayang sama aku *cz aku inget ulang tahunnya dan ngasih beliau kado* mengeluh pusing dan meminta aku untuk memijatnya. dan aku menuruti beliau, aku pun memijatnya. beliau senang.
beberapa minggu kemudian, beliau mengeluh pusing lagi. kali ini pada saat aku jam kosong dan aku mau ke wartel ndengerin lagu jadul *mbak pur suka nyetel lagu jadul tuh*. beliau memintaku memijatnya di ruang BP. aku menurutinya. dan ternyata selama aku memijat itu datanglah bu pur, yang ngeliat aku bisa mijet kok pengen dipijet juga. nah lalu selesai mijet bu alpha aku mijet bu pur. lalu datanglah bu ruli n bu hartami.... dan guess what, mereka minta dipijet juga. well - sejak saat itu aku diinget guru2 sebagai... TUKANG PIJET.
hingga di hari dimana aku dinyatakan lulus dari sekolah itu, bu hartami masih minta pijet dan penyayang guru macem aku pasti ga bakal nolak.

tuh kan? dari ceritaku aku jelas banget pecinta guru sejati. masih banyak cerita yang lain soal kecintaanku pada para guru hingga membawaku untuk ingin jadi guru juga. januari kemaren, pas bu rusna ulang tahun, aku rela berdiri dari jam 4 sore sampe jam 2 pagi mbuatin beliau kue tart. aku masih acak2an soal bikin tart. tapi demi bu rusna yang bener2 udah memberi makna bagi setiap nafas yang aku hela (blah, ini sih baris terakhir puisi 'ibu berjaket biru tua' yang aku buatkan untuk bu rusna di hari ultahnya yang ke 39)

dan barusan aku masak makaroni mix dgn mi goreng. aku anterin sebagian ke mama sugi, guru biologiku smp yang bener2 aku anggep ibuku sendiri itu. beliau senengnya luar biasa, bahkan, ndak biasanya, dia nelpon aku ke HP! dan nanyakan nomer smartku mana. ya ampun, aku nggak nyadar hp smart itu udah nyala 3 hari dan aku belum nge-charge.
oh. mama sugi. beneran aku manggil dia mama dan keluarganya pun nganggep aku juga bagian dari mereka.

see? betapa penyayang gurunya aku - oh yeah, aku lebih nyaman di sekolah - bukan di kampus. karena aku merasa diterima dengan hangat di SMA 9. Hingga aku merasa nggak sampai hati ngasih tau SMA 9 bahwa aku ingin pindah jurusan.

oh, tidak, minggu tu aku 'dipaksa' ibuku ikut senam bareng ibu2 warga RW 14 lainnya di balai RW. dan aku merasa risih - bukan cuma karena aku remaja sendiri, tapi karena aku ngerasa 'bukan tempatnya'. urusan senam sih, aku lebih seneng joget2 gak karuan diiringi lagunya tata young yang el nin-yo atau fergalicious.
dibawah otoritas ibuku, aku ingin berteriak .... TIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK.....!!!!! *ngehantamin wajan ke meja*

ya ALLAH kuatkan aku menghadapi sambutan dari keluargaku minggu besok, aku lebih pengen diucapin selamat dari guru2ku...