1. sweet berries


2. leaf-vegetables


3. chocolate


4. oreo


5. J Co donuts (yups, Nutri, I still do 🙂 )


Special for Nadya, sorry for keeping you wait for soo long 😉

Pictures taken without permission from flickr.com etc.. I’m sorry I forgot, only took them from google. If they happen to be yours, thank you soo much 😉

Special thanks for Epicurious, for the J Co. pic

Between me, Andis, and Mrs Zakiah

Today was one of those not-so-rare days where I had to work on my own. But that’s not the point. What I wanna write here is something that rarely happens, something that reminds you that this life is a beautiful picture made of thousand pieces of miracles.. And when you find one of those pieces, you’ll just be amazed of how God has arranged everything so amazingly.

Imagine. A girl was in the middle of a kitchen, mopping the floor, piles of dirty plates, goblets and everything were around her… No, no, of course not, lolz 😀 I was busy with letters when suddenly someone knocked the door. A woman and a young man stood there.

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” I asked, rising from my chair.

“Uhm… I need to consult something about ex-Chinese asset. Is this the office?”

Oh! That’s my favorite!

“Yes,Ma’am, this is the office. But I’m afraid you can’t consult the matter today because everybody’s in a meeting in Bogor now. “

Bien sur, they looked disappointed.

“Could you tell me which asset that you want to ask about, Ma’am?” I asked again. Just trying to start a conversation.

“Belitong Timur…”

Eh?? Pardon?? *telinga rubah, eh, serigalanya langsung tegak*

“Belitong Timur… But where exactly?” I continued asking. Just to make sure. Who knows, who knows…

“Belitong Timur is a new autonom region, Miss. It lies between….…”

Alright, Maam, sorry. But that one, I already know. What I want to know is something more.. well…something beyond that! Far beyond that!

“Uhm.. Maybe there’s someone we can ask about it. Please follow me. This way, Ma’am.”

In the corridor…

“Belitong Timur…” I said softly, slowly, thinking how to put things in my mind into good sentences.

“Belitong Timur is a new autonom region. Bangka-Belitong…” she explained again to me patiently.

“Andrea Hirata,” I blurted out the only phrase in my mind that could explain everything in the simplest way.

“Aaah, yaa, Laskar Pelangi,” she smiled. Me too. Because finally we spoke in the same language. The magic words really had its magic. “Fans-nya Andis, ya?”

I just smiled calmly (well, as calmly as I could in this situation, hahaha) to this sentence, not wanting to give wrong impression of a crazy fan. But I did notice how she had called Hirata ssi. Andis. Oke, keanehan pertama.

What happened next wasn’t really interesting. No one was in the room (of course luh~ ) and no one could give explanation about ex-chinese assets, and I was busy cursing myself because I didn’t know anything important about something I was really interested in. But not all of it were my fault, right? Still, I regret my limited knowledge about it..

“Miss, actually what we really need now is the Petunjuk Teknis Penyelesaian. I suppose it’s in a Surat Edaran year 1983?”

“I’m sorry Maam, I don’t have the SE with me.. It belongs to the ex-Chinese department. Uhm… Is it okay if we fax it over to you when we’ve got the SE?”

“That’d be great! But when can we get it? Tomorrow? Next Monday?”

“As soon as they come back, I will ask for the SE and send it,” I assured them.

“Okay. Here’s the number, then,” she smiled, giving me the numbers of her office’s facs and telephone.

“Right, then, to whom should the SE be addressed, Ma’am?”

“Just send it to me.”

“And your name is…?”

“Mrs F… Zakiah.”

I couldn’t refrain myself from snorting. Of all the Melayu names, why this name? But thank God she was okay with that, because we exchanged friendly smile afterward. (“I’m Chang’e. And this is my number. You can also call these other numbers to arrange a meeting with Mrs Maya or Mr Arief…”)

“Thank you so much, Miss, for everything,” she said when we said goodbye.

“No, no, it’s okay… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with anything, Ma’am,” I replied, feeling guilty a little bit.

“No, you’re really helpful, we know you’re so busy…”

I couldn’t say anything but smile… She was just so kind..

“Right then, good bye.”


“Do visit Belitong Timur someday,” she said, smiling, as they walked out the door.

Still with a smile on my face, I replied cheerfully, “Yeah, sure. Surely Ma’am, I will. Hopefully. Insya Allah 🙂 “

Well… Turns out that I am still that in love with that dazzling, lovely world ^^

Monsieur, je ne vous oublie pas.

La Lluvia. The changing of heart.

Saat semua orang menghilang dan yang tertinggal hanyalah aku dan sekotak susu vanila dingin,

sementara hembusan angin yang bahkan tak nyata itu mulai membekukan semuanya.

Sedang berusaha mengikhlaskan, sesuatu yang tak pernah mudah.

Saya, dan emosi saya yang meledak-ledak.

Saya, dan harapan-harapan saya.

Dear Lord, hear my plea…

I’m sorry..


second part,

ditulis dalam perjalanan pulang,

Parece que la lluvia no pararía, pero esto pasó en un instante.


Foto diambil saat jeda sejenak antara menyeberang jalan di depan museum dan harus berlari ke depan loket karena, secara menakjubkan, out of the blue, bus besar merah-oranye itu sudah menunggu di sisi lain jalan. Siap berangkat, embun beku di semua sisi jendelanya, dan kosong.

Meski tergesa, meski gaun dan sepatuku sudah basah, entah mengapa, aku ingin berhenti sejenak dan mengabadikan sore ini.

Sesaat setelah hujan turun, saat lampu-lampu mulai dinyalakan, entah mengapa kota ini selalu menjadi sedikit lebih ramah. Sidewalk, jembatan, pohon-pohon besar di tepi sungai dengan ranting-ranting panjangnya yang menyentuh permukaan air… Aku bahkan bisa melihat senyum di bawah payung-payung yang terkembang itu.

Mungkin… hanya mungkin, aku mulai mencintai hujan.

Atau setidaknya, hujan, saat ia berakhir. Saat yang tersisa adalah titik-titik yang jatuh di wajahmu ketika angin menggerakkan cabang-cabang pohon.

Hari ini sangat dingin, dan aku lupa membawa jaketku.

Still, I think it’s a beautiful day.

Tea Time Today!

Tried to find RD Asia, but Gunung Agung only had the special edition of RD Indonesia (Life Well Shared) which mainly contained articles about Go Green Movement. A little bit disappointed, but in the end it was just fine because now I know that to get shark’s fin, people catch the sharks, cut their fins, and then let go of the sharks. Do you know what happens next? The sharks will die because they lose too much blood. How sad.

Finally watched Earth. But only for about half an hour because suddenly Dina came (such a sweet surprise! Because I had spent the whole day doing nothing and didn’t thought that anyone would come to visit. 🙂 ). I really want to watch the rest of it because it’s just so damn beautiful and the little polar bears are just so adorable ^^ !

Conversation class was bad and boring and I really missed my old pals (where have they all gone??). Now we don’t have any smart conversations again and eventhough some of my old pals really had these real crazy thoughts (“I’d rather believe that men are monkeys’ descendant to women are created from men’s rib.” *gubrak!! 😆 ), the class had never been boring before.. I just hope that it will be better next time.

Spent quite long time to pick the best layout for dina’s site. Couldn’t find any, so I just switched it back to the previous theme.. That’s the best, actually, good for your eyes 🙂

Found out that taking language course was the cheapest and simplest and most applicable. Still, yearn so much to be able to play musical instrument. Anything would do *hiks!*
And finally, I think I’m already  over my ‘obsessibity’ for Arai 😛

How was your weekend?



akhirnya berhasil nemuin theme yang hitam…

I hope Dina would love it 😉

Hehehe, back again, with some changes 😛

So glad to see holy and udin has put shoutbox on their blogs ^^ *check ’em out! so cool, really*

Ok, gotta go, it’s already late.

See ya!

So happy, so happy.. ♥

A Note of Loneliness

I decided to divide them into two parts.

Ditulis beberapa hari yang lalu.

While listening to Details in the Fabric, thinking that the title suits the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ^^

All afternoon feeling so alone and empty. The room suddenly seemed too big for me alone. Everything was so different from the night before, when Holy and Nutri were here, kept on being ‘cruel’ to me and making me laugh..

And then I realised that over these few weeks, I never spent my holiday alone. Making me extremely tired, but very, very happy. The company trip to Semarang, going back home, dinner at Skydining, gathering at Pelangi the next Wednesday, going back home again, Festival Kuliner, trying to find new dormitory… God, akhir minggu saya benar-benar penuh! Tak heran bila nanti kehadiran saya di sertifikat itu tak sepenuh masa sebelumnya, hahaha.

I’m not complaining, anyway… No, not at all, I enjoyed them all , really… 🙂

But the after effect is… Like this. It’s just sad, being alone. Seems like I’ve become someone who can’t stand the loneliness (who does, anyway, hahaha). I do enjoy being alone in my private space sometimes, but only when I know that people are actually around, and I can come to them whenever my ‘autism’ goes away.

Having a lot of friends around you is—I never realised it before—addictive.

Thanks for everyone who has been my company. You know who you are  😉

Ah, btw, we finally decided to go back to our old dormitory. Back to my old room, one of the places I missed the most. Thanks God, for hearing my lonely prayers..

I just never thought that we (me, holy, and ms) would be back as Ravenclaws  🙂