Thursday, December 12, 2013


Aminah, gadis belia
Belum lagi dia cukup umur
Berada di kejamnya dunia.

Sudah berjalan dia
menyisir sungai
Jeans tebalnya, mengusam.

Lama memang Aminah,
Belajar kehidupan.
Syukur Aminah,
Belum lelah berjalan.

Suatu ketika,
Tersungkur Aminah.
Tersesat dia, di kebun berduri.

Aminah, gadis belia
Belum lagi dia cukup umur,
Belum siap dia bertemu cintanya.

Coca cola diteguk Aminah,
peluh dingin membasahi hati.
Aminah, belum lagi dia mampu
Menjadi Eleanor Rigby.
Andai Aminah mengerti,
Arti hati-hati,
Dia mungkin bisa bangkit kembali.

Tapi Aminah baru berjalan seperempat sungai,
Pelajaran baru saja dimulai.

25 November 2013, Sleman.

Monday, October 28, 2013

I've been keeping a super nervous feeling about something. It's been the hardest options in my life so far. The choice I did take is giving be me both happiness and its contrary.
On the other side I felt way too happy, and sad as well. I don't know how to it is going to end. Perhaps death, but it might be not.
What I'm doing now is keeping it on the track and praying a lot. I know He knows the answer. He will lead me to the story that everybody wouldn't understand its beauty.
And if the time has come, I want myself not to regret it and thank the Almighty God for giving me chances to learn the Joy of Life.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Adalah sebuah pertanyaan dari seorang manusia.

"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

Full moon shines the darkness on the rooftop.
Beauty it brings, light it shines.

I put a smile.
A smile of unidentified feelings;
Worry, sad, love, happy, and dead-end.

Under the dark blue sky,
Spark the stars.
The deep confession uttered.

The so called dead-end lies before us.
Obvious and reek.
Tearing down the dreams.

The fundamental ideology strongly holds the gate.
It isolates us in our own zones.
Never let us merge.
Not even a time.

Silent stays still.
Story of future comes abruptly.

It His will.
Let He give the way.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Short Story of Big Sonya

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.
-E.E. Cummings
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.

Her story went to her childhood. She was born and risen in Klaten, Central Java. As a boy, Sonya seemed odd. She refused to play with boys. She chose to play with girl, because they played nice. Sonya started to like having girls things. She secretly had dolls, skirts, makeup. Her finding of identity started. She once secretly wore girls clothing, and was addicted to it. This made her surroundings mocked her and rejected. The feeling of rejection from her family and society had dragged Sonya to a world she never had thought before. She withdrew herself and turned to be introvert.

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. 

He is Beatiful (Edited)

Mas Dalih, my lecture, had to leave for Bali last Monday. Regarding to that, he was substituted by Mbak Abmi, we've met several times before. She was not alone coming to class, but she invited a beautiful guest. I oddly thought the guest was a woman, as the appearance was like one.
Mbak Abmi opened the class by dividing us into five groups and preparing ourselves in practicing interviewing. She also introduced us to the guest. I was very upset at first, knowing she was a transsexual. But that would be fine. 
Olivia Sonya Aresta, a vocational school alumna, sat and smiled beautifully in front of us. Coming from Klaten, Sonya started her career as an activist in PKBI (Indonesian Family Planning Association) Yogyakarta. She continued her career as beauty consultant, online-shop seller, and freelance bridal makeup.
Beyond her funny stories of being transsexual, there laid a tough journey. The refusal from people she loved, her families, was one of her obstacle in finding her true identity. No exception for her mother. A rejection from her was Sonya's tough homework in gaining her hapiness.
Spending her childhood in Klaten, Central Java, gave bittersweet-stories in her life. As a little boy, her parents disallowed her to play with other boys. They were afraid if she would have been hurt and bullied. Playing with girls, Sonya started liking putting some makeup, dressing like a girl, and playing dolls. Secretly, she hung out by dressing as a girl. This was not easy for her.
Her friends mocked her after finding out that she worn feminine clothing. They laughed at her whenever they saw Sonya in school. Therefore she had to hide himself. After she finished high school, Sonya moved to Yogyakarta in hope she would be free from people's negative judgment.
She had tried to move to several big cities such as Solo, Bandung, Jakarta, and Bali in order to have her identity as transsexual. But, she could not stay out of Yogyakarta, as what she said “Jogja is the pleasant place for me and the atmosphere is different from others”. There, she found herself enriched by new life-lessons. When she was volunteering for earthquake victims in Bantul, she found lessons that she might not get in other occasion. She found the true meaning of friend as when they awaited her in hospitalization. She also realized that her helps were very precious for the victims. She firstly found her confidence as a ladyman when she was a volunteer in Bantul.
Her patience of being a volunteer in PKBI was waking her up that people like her needed her help. Being a volunteer was not about the contract, it was about humanity. She wanted to help people, especially, waria against HIV AIDS. He also wanted to prove that the identity of waria was not a mere marginal society but they have real contributions to this world by doing something useful. 
That is no doubt again if at the first sight I said she is beautiful. Although she is a marginal, she still keeps his beauty inside. 
Thank You Mbak Sonya for your inspiration... 
This edited version, from Listiyaningsih, is a partial fulfillment of  Creative Writing class.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Movie Review: Plastic of Life

Let's see, what you'll have in mind when I say 'Plastics'. A bag? Food packaging? Your accessory? Well, It might be not that simple. Plastics are everything in your life. It's in your shampoo, your perfume, and even your food.

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


Kalau kau mau kuterima kau kembali
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

Model: Khibil;Aldino

Friday, April 19, 2013

Food Experience #4: Legend Snack

I began my Monday lunch at an eatery in FISIPOL UGM. It's a spacious and pretty clean eatery around. There are more or less 40 sets of tables and 7 booths selling different kinds of food. Steamboat, rujak, meatball, noodles and many more. As I set my foot there, the friendly sellers offered me their food. Unlike restaurant, there are no decoration on the table.
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


Paras yang tak asing bagiku,
menatapku malu.
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.
semakin menebal,
oleh kedua mata tajamnya.
Dimana? Sepertinya pernah kenal?

Kulitnya cerah,
Bibirnya merah.
Manalagi berkat polesan perona.
Siapa ya?

Kupalingkan kepalaku,
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


'Seperti 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.

'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.

Icha, Sleman, 2013 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Demi Harta

'Eyelinermu agak mencong'
bisiknya, lembut.
setengah sembilan, kurang lima.

sudah waktuku untuk bekerja,
seperti malam-malam sebelumnya.

keningnya kukecup dalam.
'selamat jalan'
senyumannya mengantarku berjalan.

'permisi bang, recehnya dong..'
sedikit kugoda mereka,
dengan lengkinganku.
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.

demi Harta,
ini Jaman yang meminta.

Icha, Sleman, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Quote of My Day

"So glorify the Praises of your Lord, and ask His forgiveness. Verily, He's the One Who accepts the repentance and Who forgives."
(An-Nasr, Chapter 110, Verse 3)

May our sins forgiven By the Most Merciful.

Friday, March 22, 2013

The Korean: My Merapi Story

Mount Merapi had raised its status into the highest level and finally erupted in last October 2010. Over 300 were found as corpses while another 320,000 were evacuated. Now, the civilization near Merapi has been rebuilt while the wound and trauma remain forever. 

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
The news spread rapidly to all over the world. People might easily accessed to the latest condition happened in Merapi. However, the exaggerated news happened to be rumors. This affected Kim Yee Seul (22), a Korean studying in Yogyakarta, who shared story about her first experience dealing with the eruption. She confessed that it was her first time having herself encountering a natural disaster.

'I had to lay still when my other Korean friends move to other town. I was terribly scared. I observed the news from television. I knew they exaggerated it. It made me worse.'

It was a fearful experience for her to live far away from family while she was in the middle of panic. It happened in the beginning of November 2010. She had to face herself lying on the hospital bed for 5 days. Merapi was still erupted and produced hot ashes when she came down with Dengue Fever.  

This Seoul girl happened to stay in the highest floor of seventh story hospital. Therefore, it was her luck that she might be able to see the condition around. She was shocked when the first time she saw no colored spot unless grey. 'It was like snowing, but grey.' she said precisely. However that condition did not affect Kim's health recovery.

'I could not go out because I know the ash would not be good for my lung,' she added. 'But I was thankful that I survived and my fear gradually disappeared.' 

Sunday, March 17, 2013


I'm Stuck
in boundaries of good people
with the oxygen breathed ones,
in which sounds of God are praised

I'm Trapped
in the mind of nirvana
in the place of angels
with white silk by the path.

I'm caught
by Hero of heaven
in which their presence
torture me.

A forlorn mind Wonders
Could they release me
or Send me to hell?
Where I could scream out loud
and Walk upside down in bare hands
or Where I think senselessly. 
It's just
Flame in my mind
cannot be fought.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Hi, It's Juice Talking

Monday, March 11th, 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.
The heat gone wild. Sitting under the tree is the best. But to drink cold sweet guava juice is Heaven. I buy it in UGM Humaniora Eatery. It's a pleasure having a cold sip in a hell-hot day.

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."
"Lemme know!"
Juice juice juice
Guava guava guava
You are 3000 in rupiahs
I'm now felling blue
To write down the talk of me and you
It's just as blue
as Mbak Abmi's left hand tattoo.
If I could have that one too.
"You say it's good? You crazy!" She answers. "It's a fucking lame one! It's sad to hear that before I die!"
For the rest of her life, I take a last deep sip. She's gone as how my felling turning to white.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Sincerely, Your Secreet Admirer.

It's just a craziest thing to disobey my own obsession.
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

Quote of the day:
 "Eat, Like you'll die Tomorrow"
Ichamolani, March 9th, 2013.

#1 of food you have to try before die

Friday, March 8, 2013

The Road of Famous

Malioboro Street, written in Javanese writing
It's always been a terrible feeling to write under a deadline. My ideas seemed to fly away from the fingers. But to fix it, I got my own secret. I would ride my motorcycle destination-less, but sometimes I chose Malioboro to visit. It's always been good chances to see how crowded it is, or to see the latest statues built along the road.
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
Malioboro is like other famous, modern, and busy streets as a center of Economical activities in town. Oxford street, Champs-Elysée, or even Walk of Fame in LA. Malioboro has cinemas, cafes, restaurants, fashion stores, and many others.
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
Have you ever imagined how was Malioboro around 1920's? Of course, you will find thousand of differences.
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
Another FYI, according to my personal informant, Malioboro means road of flower. 

Enjoy the day in Malioboro!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Sweet Summer Fashion

Hola Amigos!
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.
And don't forget to write down things to do for your super awesome summer, girls! Let's have some fun!

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Saturday, March 2, 2013

So Long, LONDON!

"A good travel has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving" - Lao Tzu
Photo: Faris Fakri
I had got a very good chance to have another wonderful experience in visiting London. I had prepared all things; money, winter coats, huge backpack, map, and another things. I had browsed all things. I imagined how my ear would suffer for eargasm of hearing Dubstep all over places. I made a very clever planning to spend times in visiting Oxford Street. It was my dream came true.
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

I hate Jogja!

I never expected, planned, and wanted to have a deep crush with this town. I did wish to go to Jakarta, to see how a big city would teach me thousand things and to chase my dreams. I planned to continue my study in one of the biggest Universities in Jakarta. I was also supported by my mother to continue my study there. But that had not happened. Up to now, I know how Yogya has taken a special part in me. Coming to this part was a bloody hard journey for me.
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!

Those all my unwillingness faded away as I spent my first semester here. I learned how Gamelan was one of Indonesia's heritage, I learned that Batik was priceless as priceless as I had never expected before, and I learn how I was apathy about politeness.
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......
and now, I understand why I will always miss this town, as I will do to my own hometown.
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

Hanging Out Outfit!

Sale Period might have come to the nearest shopping center! Let's hunt them all with cool Dr. Martens to make you run super fast! To make it faster, put on knee length skirt from ShadowplayNYC and Alexander Wang grey sweater. Happy Hunting, Happy shopping, Gals! ;)

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Friday, February 22, 2013

Black in Red

Talking about fashion, I know how Louboutin is the adorable! Try to put the red silk dress from Ralph Lauren on with black leather handbag from Lulu Guinness. I know, I know. It's just way too purrfecctt!!!

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Through the Sensory Systems

Being a human for me is a blessed gift from God. plus He gives me a full set of senses. It just makes my life puuuuuuuurfect! well, at least close to it. I got eyes to catch beautiful sights and keep it in my memory. Like one of my beautiful memory about my favorite place. It's just a simple thing. It's my mother's bedroom. A 4x4 meters wide room with one king size bed near two-big-green-view windows. It is also furnished with a big commode and a two door wardrobe. I know, every early adult like me should have their own room. Well, in my new house, I don't get one. That is why I attack my parents'. Whenever I come to this bedroom, it's just a feast for my eyes. I see how comfortable and peaceful this room actually is and makes me want to throw my body into the bed.
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.

Last but not least is the sense of touching. Your skin will help you to feel the texture of the surface that you touch. I love to touch everything smooth, including my new pair of white converse. Just like other normal girls, I love to land my fingers on the rubber part of my shoes. It's the only smooth part. By touching, it feels like spoiling the tips of my fingers.

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

Why Blogging?

February 18th, 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.

There are several causes why I don't know the way to manage this blog. I was way too busy with my academical things and also hanging out.
One of my favorite blog, A Beautiful Mess
Talking about Creative writing class, there will be a doze of assignments that require me to post my writing to blog. It seems not that scary, but I hope by doing it I know how to be a good blogger. This class also told me how to makeup a boring sentence into the badass one.
For example: 
        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

Let's have a summer look

Summer is getting closer. Here is the look with floral and bright color for your perfect warm days!
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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