25 November 2013, Sleman.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
25 November 2013, Sleman.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
"Untuk apa Tuhan menciptakan saya?"
Pertanyaan yang, ya.. Lugu.
"Apakah saya hidup hanya untuk menyembah Dia?"
Terus. Pertanyaan demi pertanyaan terus terlontar.
"Lalu, jika saya hidup untuk menyembahNya, mengapa dia menciptakan setan untuk menggoda? mengapa ketika setan tidak mau menyembah Adam, Tuhan tidak menghapus setan dari alam ini? Bukankah Dia Tuhan, yang Maha Berkuasa?"
Keringat dingin, rasa penasaran, terus menghantui manusia ini. Merinding badannya.
"Lalu, mengapa Tuhan tidak menjadikan manusia-manusiaNya kebal terhadap godaan setan, sehingga tidak ada keburukan di muka bumi ini dan semua bisa menyembahnya di jalan yang Dia inginkan?"
Garis geram dalam mimik wajahnya terlihat. Sangat jelas.
Seruputan teh hangat yang menemaninya di senja kuning, mengalir di tenggorokannya.
"Tapi, kenapa Dia tidak menghilangkan setan di kehidupan ini?"
Namanya juga manusia, tidak ada rasa puas. Terutama keingintahuannya.
"Tapi, bukannkah setan menjadi semangat setiap manusia untuk terus mencari kebenaran?"
Mulai. Sebuah hipotesis yang tersirat bagai kilat di dalam pikirannya.
"Bukankah Tuhan adil? Tapi, pasti? Setiap manusia pasti akan bertemu jalan yg benar itu?"
Jarinya dia main-mainkan di atas meja kayu.
"Lalu, mungkinkah setiap orang melihat jalan itu?"
Sunday, September 22, 2013
I put a smile.
Under the dark blue sky,
The so called dead-end lies before us.
The fundamental ideology strongly holds the gate.
Silent stays still.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.Sonya was sitting in front of me. Pink lipstick and red nails were attaching in her appearance. It was her answer of her identity. The class was special, because Sonya, a transgender, allowed us to hear her story. This seemed awkward to me, so did my friends I suppose.
She started by introducing herself, "Hi everyone, I'm Olivia Sonya Aresta." Pretty name. "I'm from Klaten, but I have KTP (identity card) of Bandung instead."Her story, about obstacles and struggles, had risen our attention. Our awkwardness faded away.
She continued her study in Yogyakarta. As a designer in vocational school, Sonya kept looking for her real identity. Who was she? Male? But felt like female inside. She was like being trapped in wrong body. Her career started as a volunteer in PKBI (Indonesian Family Planning Association). There, she found herself enjoying the new identity, as a woman. Her help for people, especially the victim of earthquake in Bantul, grew her confidences. "They often invited me to help them cooking for Pengajian or syukuran," she told us.
Sonya was economically independent. Her career as freelance bridal makeup and makeup consultant helped fulfilling her needs. Yet, she never stopped helping people; giving information about HIV AIDS, sharing about the importance of keeping the reproductive health, and even she gave me advice about makeup.
Her confidence, her support, and her ardor are inspiring me. Your weirdness might be rejected from the society, but your help and warm hearth will always be needed.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Bag It, a documentary directed by Suzan Beraza, exposes the fact of plastic. Jeb Berrier starts his life journey by stop using plastic. He brings to see the fact of the effect of plastic around the world. It would not only help your life, but it also will ruin you if you don't put your awareness.
As the fact shown in the movie, number of plastic everyday is getting bigger and bigger as the demands are also increasing. and the worst is plastic will never degrade or at least it will a super long time. So where are the plastic while waiting to be degraded? They are everywhere; they are contaminating the soil or floating in the sea which soon will be the root of food chain. If plastic in the sea is swallowed by fish, and it is caught by fisherman, and finally you eat it, Voila! It will be plastic in your body.
Jeb shows the tips for us to decrease the usage of plastic in our lives; bring our own bag when go to groceries, stop buying unneeded goods, get yourself busy with your family so you won't need plastic too much, or recycle it. Yes, recycle will be one of the best way to keep our earth healthy.
There are ways, If you will. So why don't you start it? Give it a go, Bag it!
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Dengan sepenuh hati
Aku masih tetap sendiri
Kutahu kau bukan yang dulu lagi
Bak kembang sari sudah terbagi
Jangan tunduk! Tentang aku dengan berani
Kalau kamu mau kuterima kau kembali
Untukku sendiri tapi
Sedang dengan cermin aku enggan berbagi
Chairil Anwar, Maret 1943
Friday, April 19, 2013
As I walked around the eatery, trying to find something to eat, I got my eyes on a bunch of red sticks on the cashier table. It would be the nostalgia of my childhood. A legend snack, that always accompanied me in my recess were calling me. With no doubt, I bought 3 of them.
I took a seat near the cashier with my friends.
Still no differences since the last time I ate it. The package for instance, still did not change. As a size of regular remote control, a transparent plastic sealed by the melting plastic wraps the sticks. I carefully opened the sealed plastic, in case the spicy powder burnt my eyes.
The first stick came out from the pack. With no fear, I devoured it. A legend taste that I could never forget is the spicy of the flavor. The red powder brought my sweat came down from my head. I know, eating this snack is actually hurting. however, I could never stop chewing its hard texture. The stick itself was salty, but from the help of the red powder, the flavor are mixed up well and turned to be a legend snack.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Melalui dua cermin yang beradu
mata kami bertemu.
Parasnya tak asing, sungguh!
Dimana aku pernah melihatnya? Duh!
Matanya tajam, bersudut,
Garis Arab, di Air Wajahnya.
oleh kedua mata tajamnya.
Dimana? Sepertinya pernah kenal?
Manalagi berkat polesan perona.
tanda aku tak lagi ingin tahu.
ya! Cermin yang tadi beradu,
kini ada di belakangku.
Merinding badan ini!
Aku melihat wajah itu lagi!
Friday, April 12, 2013
Do'a yang kuharap melegakan dahaga amarah.
Do'a yang sudah lama ingin kulontarkan,
namun aku takut menjadi kenyataan.
'Seperti iPhone yang butuh app-store's free application,'
itu yang bisa aku analogikan.
Aku yang menjadi free application.
Dibutuhkan ketika iPhone
ingin terlihat menawan.
mungkin hanya compliment murahan.
Yaa, mungkin hanya rate.
untuk aku mungkin, 3 bintang.
Terkadang, mengucapkan gwenchanayo
mudah. Sangat mudah,
'Seperti segenang air di tengah dingin,'
dingin yang mengundang kebekuan.
Gwenchanayo sudah kehilangan arti,
Hanya sepenggal kata mudah,
untuk menghibur hatinya, gundah.
Aku terlalu lemah terhadap tatapan,
terlalu lunglai untuk berkata Tidak akan!
Terlalu banyak berfikir,
berfikir sampah! Karena takut melukai hati.
Segelas do'a kutenggak malam ini,--
Do'a yang kuharap melegakan dahaga amarah.
Do'a yang sudah lama ingin kulontarkan,
namun aku takut menjadi kenyataan.
Kenyataan bahwa aku bukan app-store siapa-siapa.
Friday, April 5, 2013
'Eyelinermu agak mencong'
setengah sembilan, kurang lima.
sudah waktuku untuk bekerja,
seperti malam-malam sebelumnya.
keningnya kukecup dalam.
senyumannya mengantarku berjalan.
'permisi bang, recehnya dong..'
sedikit kugoda mereka,
hanya itu yang kumampu
seratus, lima ratus, seribu.
di depan warung Mbak Sri,
aku lepaskan penatku sebentar.
seteguk kopi, untuk malam ini.
Lelah sudah aku meminta,
namun, daya tak ada.
ini Jaman yang meminta.
Icha, Sleman, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
It was in the end of October, Mount Merapi, one of the most active volcanic mountain in Indonesia, erupted. The thick ash covered the whole town around two weeks. The villages near Merapi should be abandoned. The local people had their houses burnt due to the lava and hot pyroclastic flow which killed their animal farm as well. Over 200 people were injured. The losses could not be calculated.
|Kim Yee Seul retold her story excitedly|
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The day started by the rain. A heavy one.
Classes were tiring. YES THEY ARE!
Sun burns my skin. Like previous days, Sun in Jogja is crazy like hell. I bet there are two of them, but the one is hiding. I attend class of Creative Writing. Today with Mbak Abmi. Again, another Indonesian Writer. She gives me doze of inspirations to keep writing, whatever happens.
|Look how She stares furiously at me.|
I know I can talk to things. I've been doing this since I was in junior high school. I do believe things are alive. They have soul that Ishould take care of. However, I never talk directly to things. I talk thru heart.
"Hi, ready to come to my mouth?"
She said, "I always am, Bitch. I was born to do that odious thing!"
Similar to French that categorizes thing based on the gender, I categorize thing based on the taste. If it is sweet, it's a feminine. If it is salt, it's truly a masculine one. and if it is sour, it's neutral. fyi, My laptop and motorcycle are salty.
I replied "Shut up! Don't you dare to talk much! You got a hard work to keep my body healthy, full my stomach, and make me cope with the heat!"
I take a deep sip, and Lintang asks for it. I know. It's hot outside and she sits under the sun ray.
"You know, I've been wondering. That juice maker is bloody dirty. literary. Like they are dirty and stupid."
"Look, idiot! I know that. They are stupid. I've stayed in the bowl like a day. They took my clothes off. Don't they know how it is damn good for human skin?! they are," she takes a deep breathe. I know how she has no word to explain it. " They are way out of mind!"
"And what about your seeds? Did they throw it? I didn't see the process"
"You should have seen it! They took them all! They should have learned in school how my seeds are helpful to prevent human from cancer! Don't human know that? Why human idiot? Don't they eat fruit much?"
"I wish I ate fruit much, but it's the circumstance that disallows me." I replied. "You know. I talk to things, but it's embarrassing to talk to new thing like you. I mean, I talk to my Laptop and motorcycle. I even considered them as my boyfriends. but to talk to you? I don't know. It's just weird."
"You shouldn't have done that, then."
"I want to try to talk to unusual things. Look, I suddenly got a short poem. a super spontaneous one and it's awesome."
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
But you are way too charming.
To reject all love,
I've been good in dealing with this.
The stories before,
They all end up tragically.
I just can't stand this felling.
I am too scared and crazy to admit it.
|The hardest part of a secret admirer is your own thought|
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
|Malioboro Street, written in Javanese writing|
It was last year that I met a new friend from Russia. She came to Jogja to attend Hand Ball Championship. No longer after her arrival, she asked Rista (my partner in crime) and me to take her to Malioboro. She knew lot of things about this shopping road. And I was like, seriously? How could she know Malioboro? Is Malioboro that popular? Well, I knew the answer. My conclusion came to a widest library, the Internet.
|The main road of Malioboro Street|
When you first turn to Malioboro, you will see full of busy people walk and selling things. Everything here are cheap if only you are master in bargaining. Malioboro street also offers you arts originally from Indonesia and traditional Javanese sightseeing. You might find unique statues, paints, music, or even dances. No worry for those who forget changing money into rupiahs. Here, there are doze of money changers.
When you have to buy souvenirs, it's just your best place! There are thousand of unexpected things you might find in this street. And also Backpackers love to stay in the guest houses near the street. And thing you have to try if you here is the Lesehan. I don't know if there's any special term in English for it. It's an eatery with no chairs, but plastic carpets. Don't expect for spoon and fork, you will be served a bowl of water to wash your hand. and please eat by your fingers. (Well, now it depends on what you order. They will give you spoon and FORK for a bowl of soup). When it comes to a Holiday season or Summer time, you can barely walk along this street. It's just human everywhere. Well, try to come not in a holiday if you really want to enjoy it.
|Photo Courtesy from Indonesia Tempo Dulu|
According to a source, back to 1916 Malioboro was a Chinatown. This area started to be crowded after Sultan Hamengkubuono IX established a market which now is Beringharjo. This was the only area that free from the invasion of the colony. Malioboro was not that busy, but some stores were established which soon became the pioneer of other stores in the neighborhood.
The pedestrian was not that crazy. You could freely walk, while now all the sidewalks turn to be parking lots, lesehan, and spaces for the street vendors.
It also seemed Malioboro back then was a spacious street to be a center of business.
One thing I love to know did not change is the horsecart was the public transportation. If you take a walk in Malioboro, you would see hundreds of horsecart waiting to be rode.
|Take a look at the building with APOTHEEK. Photo Courtesy from Indonesia Tempo Dulu|
|The same drug store|
|DPRD Yogyakarta | A sidewalk turns to be parking lot.|
|Horsecarts for those who want to enjoy the street|
|In the end of the road, a big Monument is located. Monument Serangan 1 Maret 1949|
|Bank of Indonesia|
|Enjoy the day in Malioboro!|
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
believe or not, Summer is closer! Why don't you put super cool American flag tee from Blonde & Blonde . Let it make your warm days to be super amazing ones! Don't forget to put on yellow shorts and amazing pair of yellow sexy sandals from Boohoo.
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
"A good travel has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving" - Lao Tzu
|Photo: Faris Fakri|
|Visa interview confirmation|
As one saying, Life is not always sweet, is true! It is true! I faced a big problem in handling Visa. Well, it's not that hard. I just need mooooooore time to manage it by myself. The travel agent had to postpone the flight for the second time. In fact, I would have flown to Heathrow this April. Damn it! I will have my mid term exam in that month. I had already got angry with this unprofessional travel agent, and I chose to resign.
My parents never taught me to rely on everybody else. This value was like proving to me, not to depend on a travel agent. you have to handle your businesses by your own.
The last thing is I will see you soon, London! ASAP! My dreams are still alive inside and I'm not gonna give up. I'll try everything to make it true.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Lately, I knew my mom wished me to stay in Yogyakarta, as this town is not that big and not that harsh. I was accepted in Universitas Gadjah Mada, Yogyakarta. I heavily flew to Adi Sucipto international airport. With tears and cry, with storm and lightning, I stood on the land of students' heaven. A super big suitcase, a super huge backpack, a laptop handbag, a box of gift from Balikpapan for my aunt, and my violin, I heavily walked and found a taxi to take me to my Family's house in Bantul. I never wished I stay here. I never wished to hear Gamelan in all places, I never wished to see batik wherever I go, and I never wished to learn Unggah-ungguh.
|Student Orientation ||
My first smile in Yogyakarta | God Damn the FAT!
As I explored some little parts of Jogja, I learned how people are varied. I met persons that I never thought of. I met things that I never imagined before. I experienced things that I never wanted to experience.
I also came to my favorite view from all over this town. Gunung Merapi.
|Me taking picture and directing the poses exposing|
the summit of Merapi. EXTREMELY AWESOME!
|My sister took scenery of hills near Merapi.|
And the last thing I love the most from this city is da FOOD! even it's too sweet for a Kalimantanese like me, but it tasted heaven! one of my favorite family restaurant is palem golek! they have sea-food like I always had in my hometown! love it!
|Sitting in the restaurant|
|They even have a super strong see saw|
for the jumbos......
There are thousand of things that I had experienced in this super cool town. You have to trust me, how those experiences are priceless.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Another blessed gift is my sense of smell. I got no idea how horrible my life would be if my smell no longer worked. I easily can determine the nice or stink one. Lately, I got a terrible problem with it. Whenever a stink, well say unwashed clothes, body odor, garbage, etc, comes to my nose, I will wrinkle it and barely hard to breathe.
Not forget to mention my sense of taste. This also has become one of important things in my life. As you know, food is my favorite thing. Thus, tasting is essential. One of the unforgettable taste of my favorite food is the cream sauce in Cream Sauce Pasta. It was so creamy and seriously delicious. The tasty minced ham had completely made a plate of Creamy Sauce Pasta become extremely yuuuummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Just like other sensor, auditory is also everybody's most important part. Without your hearing, you won't be able to hear. Of course! From your ears, through your brain, and the sound will be kept. It's like the first sound I always hear every single day. My Alram. Yeah, it is! Whenever I hear it in the morning, it's like waking me up from my toe through my head. No worries, I'll just turn it off and back to sleep.
Being alive is a gift and senses are truly the blessed for all creatures. Thus, we have to use and keep it well. Not to make your eyes to see nude girls, lol, or not to make your hearing parts to hear and process bad words.
Keep staying positive, fellas.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
My first day in sixth semester had been passed. I got everything new for this semester. I got new bag, shoes, clothes, and even new subjects. One of the brand new subject, at least for me, is Creative Writing with one of Indonesia's blogger, Labodalih.
What will this class do? Where will it bring me? How challenging will this class be?
This class is interesting to me, because it talks about blogging which instantly throws me to my past. I've been blogging since I was in 8th grade. With a little help from my mother, I posted every thing that came up to me. Just like my other blogs, that blog ended tragically. Up to now, as I remember, I had around 10 blogs that had been abandoned. Tragic. They must be very cold out there, I hope they could find way back home or the best way is Blogger delete it.
In 2011, one of my lecturer suggested me to make a new blog so I could post my homework and let the world read it. I accepted his challenge and it really worked. As time goes by, what I see in my blog is just a kind of trash. I mean, I don't really have a certain genre for my posts. I post everything I wanted. I barely don't know in which I bring this blog.
I write about food, but I don't even know how to describe a detail taste of food. I write about fashion, and surely I don't have a good taste in fashion. I write about academic things, but it's not too dominated. I also write about culture and literature, however I am obviously not a cultural observer.
Deep in my heart, I do wish this blog will not end like her old brothers and sisters. That is why I named it goodmoma. As my wish, I can manage this blog well just like a good mother, before I manage my own family.
|One of my favorite blog, A Beautiful Mess|
I cannot breath
With my eyes wide open, I lift my head high and try to catch fresh air.
You just have to wait how I will makeup all my sentences in my next posts! ;)
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Try to put on the Vintage floral dress from Lady Vintage London and braided flat sandals from Charlotte Russe. Don't forget your Super Thick Mascara and Raspberry Splash from Covergirl. You will be the girl in the year ;)
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