After A Very Long Hiatus

whoa.. it's been a very long time since i last visit this site. heck, i even kind of forgot my password and stuff.

i think i was too busy doing nothing that in the end, little by little, i started to forget blogging and pay attention to other things.

update:

1. i finished my master degree
2. i got a job as a lecturer in one of Jakarta's private university (this will bring soooo many stories, i don't even know where to begin)
3. i got married

so.. i hope i could be more consistent with my blog posting from now on. 

no class tomorrow

(pictures by Nova Ridho)

i always heard about moko since i set my foot in Bandung 6 years ago, yet i never got a chance to go there. finally Dian, Bintang, Nova and I went there tonight. it was raining, ergo slippery rocky road. the motorbike fell several times, i was in the back seat of Bintang's bike (which was a motor bebek, whilst Dian sat at the back of Nova's bike--a Bajaj Pulsar) didn't take a genius to figure out which bike had more problems climbing. Bintang even slipped in a normal "on road" road taht i consider wasn't a challenge at all. 

to get to moko "cafe" itself, we had to climb (literally, the boys told us to get down and climb ourselves to the place since they're afraid if we tag along, the bike will roll over and fall, so Dian and I climbed the 45 degrees angle slippery rocky road.)

we got there in the end, ordered ourselves some food. the instant noodle here tasted three times tastier since we're too tired and hungry. and the friend banana cheese with palm sugar crumble was champion!

till next "adventure"

Batu Karas

we made a decision to go to Bogor at first, but after thinking about it for a while, it costs more than it would if we go to Batu Karas instead. so we went. we skipped class on Thursday and headed on to the South part of West Java.

the trip was a lot of fun. the fun changed when my GPS decided to show us the wrong way to go there (none of us has gone there before, so we're completely lost).  we're stuck in someone else's village for almost three hours, got on a bridge that only capable of holding one car at a time (and we must pay 1000 rupiah for the ride), even witnessed someone pooping in the empang.

(all pictures by www.kinonia.net)

after all, we arrived 12 hours after we departed, got a place to stay and rest, so we could have all the fun the next day. ^o^

i'm lucky

to be given some more time to experience this kind of friendship. 

Sudden trip

my college friend, Bayu said he wanted to go to Cirebon to visit some rattan industries. since he promised me a long time ago to show me the industries, he asked me and some of my friends to come along. at first i hesitated because i imagined it will be a long ride and i could get carsick as usual. at the same time, i'm also curious. so after thinking about it for two days i decided to come along. together with Bintang and Dian. (seems it's always the four of us that always hanging out together, since we're the ones with the least things to do.)

we departed from Bandung at five in the morning. the road, as i expected turned out to be the one that could get me carsick but this time i came prepared (tolak angin and koyo!!)

after three visits to the industries, we headed out for lunch. we had nasi jamblang near the harbor. nasi jamblang is a dish that served on top of teak leaves. we only got the rice and sambal, for the side dish we are free to choose whatever we like and pay according to what we had.

Dian and I insisted to look at the keraton before we went home, it's just around the corner. the boys agreed since it's still noon. we parked the car and a man came to us with a parking ticket. now, i already think Jakarta's parking ticket is expensive, but this aji mumpung guy gave us the ticket with Rp. 10.000 on it. not printed, but hand written. refused to start a fight so we payed. :(

one thing that embarrassed me a lot about this country, the superstitious stupidity that tells people to throw coins in every single thing. literally. in front of every object in this keraton, stood a chair or table and several people around it banging the top of the chair saying "ayo nyawer dulu!" with a pushy manner. the whole place smell with kemenyan, and even we saw a woman that wipe one of the "sacred" object intensely like she hope she'll get some fortune out of it. i mean, come on! for crying out loud.

we decided to get out of keraton and headed home. the stupidity was unbearable, then we sat under a tree for a while just to see our surroundings. we realized the tomorrow is Maulid Nabi, and it's a ritual in this area to visit the keraton or what we call 'ziarah'. this was my first time (our first time) to encounter something like this, so yeah, we're in shock.

a month long

i have no interesting enough story to share. or maybe i'm just too lazy to go online and blog. i've been taking sewing lesson (a free one) and started some super easy sewing projects. i'm obsessed with sewing since 2010 but haven't got the guts to cut the beautiful fabrics i continue on buying. now i found a teacher, i took a baby step. 

school also a little bit overwhelming now. near the end, the paper works just keep piling up with me having no intention to touch it at all. i'm lucky to got a group of friends that are similar like me. in some way, we're kinda being pushed further from the main group of the smart people. maybe because the smart one think we're no use for them. just a view days ago my friend found out, she said 'i think the don't wanna be friends with us because we're acting strange near them'. which i reviewed. she's right. we are strange near them. we're silent. i can explain why though, we can't follow their conversation, since they decided to always talk about lessoning others. water always finds its own level. :p

this weekend my girls will come. i can't wait honestly. i haven't seen them for quite a long time. a bit paranoid that i wont be able to follow their stories and stuff but, in the end i'll just shove that off and be happy. not everyday i get a visit from them. :D