On different perspective
*While on board*
I’m commuting with train, that unreliable mass not so rapid transportation.
As stated on my other blog, my favorite moment *of course* looking through its window.
Sometimes I think I had recalled all the sight I’d see.
One day, I took my daughter using this mode of transportation.
It was on weekend, but unfortunately, no seat reserved for us.
But my daughter seemed didn’t care as she bought new clear stuffed ball with angry bird ornament inside from the street vendor.
We were in women only carriage right behind masinis cabin. What unusual for me, there was no covered windows between the carriage and the cabin.
So as I stand, I look straight ahead, ‘face front’, not facing side like I use to.
I saw different perspective.
Seeing those ‘curves railway’, knowing that the bridge is somehow too narrow, knowing that some people do have gut to cross the railway hundreds meter in front of the train and the masinis blow its horn to get rid those people,knowing there is a connecting railway that if the masinis switch the wrong button the train would move to other track and it dangerous etc.
Ouch, it is not easy being masinis then!
It was a new scene for me!
And I think that is what life should be.
Seeing sight from different perspective.
Monoton is boring isn’t it?
“Bermimpilah, karena Tuhan akan memeluk mimpi-mimpi itu.” - Arai”
taken from Sang Pemimpi by the famous Andrea hirata
related to my previous post, gue memang jatuh cinta banget sama cerita teman gue tentang APU. Later, ada new kid on the block recruitan dari sana juga…dan cerita dia tentang kampusnya itu.
“we spend days different with students from…let say *a city in Australia* ,mbak. we spent weekend like Bolang si Petualang” and he told me his story while study in APU and how he spent days, it was soooooo cool!
dan gue makin jatuh cinta sama kota kecil itu…*walaupun cuma dari omongan dua orang itu*
semoga kesampaian nyekolahin anak (ntah kenapa pengennya Kiddo#2) kesana ;)
soalnya kata ito-san “if I don’t get the scholarship, my parents can’t afford the tuition fee,mbak”
yah..we’ll see lah :D, that is my dream not my son’s ;)
Dear Irving,
untuk kesekian kali saya memimpikanmu…
ntah tadi malam sudah malam keberapa. Saya merasa telah sampai di rumah berbatu bata itu. Ujung jari ini, terasa telah menyentuh rumah itu.
Mungkin faktor karena…saya sakit parah akhir pekan lalu. hahahhaha
Rasanya rindu semakin membuncah.Ingin rasanya lari menyusuri trotoar lebar yang bersih, atau sekedar naik sepeda dengan track yang berundak-undak, lalu meluncur sekencangnya serasa main roller coaster.
Biar hanya sekejap, namun episode yang paling berkesan dalam hidup saya.
Sayang saya benar-benar hilang koneksi apapun yang dapat menyampaikan kabar tentangmu padaku.
Nanti, setelah saya tunaikan kewajiban utama saya, mudah-mudahan kita dapat bertemu lagi, ya?
Tunggu saya, Irving
Saya ingin kembali.
*PS : what did I have just googled, cuplikan kecil disudut kiri adalah rumah batu bata itu :(( . Belum ada pohon perdu itu dulu. kangen sangat….!
On remembering
Haven’t write for a while. A scene just popped up in my mind.
I was in a flight to Bali, by our country flagship when all the seats were covered by ORANGE fabrics instead of Blue like now :D
*yeah…that was long time ago, 1988 if I’m not mistaken*
I think that was my first visit to this island, daddy took us for July holiday.
Later, the pilot announce that we flied above the magnificent Bromo, which fortunately was at our side.
Seeing that we are local, a white women came to our seat and ask my dad whether she can took pictures from his seat.
My dad allowed her to.
I ask dad, where exactly Bromo is, dad explained me a bit.
I asked again
‘Are you planning to take us there?’
Dad answered that would be a little bit impossible cause he didn’t have idea where to rent a car, stay, or what so ever.
He (my parents) have no friend nor relatives in east java and there were no agoda, Trip advisor, google, blog at that time :D
My mom wasn’t adventurous type either so it would be difficult for him to please mom (who most likely would get cranky) and his -2 pre-teen and 1 hyperactive- demanding offspring. Hahahahah
But anyway…
I had a chance to visit Bromo after twice kissing this trip good bye due to some factors. I’d wrote on my wordpress blog.
And that was 21 years later ….. after we flied above the mountain :D
Anyway, I wrote this just to make a note on what I remember. On what suddenly came out of my mind.
My son asked me he’d like to know what Japan looks like (argh, I hope he’ll go to Ritsumeikan - amin)
And I hope with all that agoda,trip advisor or what so ever, he wouldn’t wait for 21 years
;)
take things for granted
kadang, gue suka melow ngga jelas.
say, ketika KRL yang biasa buat commuting, gue suka ingat anak-anak dirumah. Rasanya pengen ngulet2x sama mereka, kissing them at every inch of their bodies ;)
then, suddenly gue inget seorang teman who recently loss her one week daughter! yes, one week. didn’t really know what happen to the baby, but I hope they would have many babies in near future. amin
abis itu gue merasa orang paling kaya di dunia…
temen gue cuma bisa mencium anaknya 1 minggu…gue bertahun-tahun…
temen gue di kantor cerita, dia dulu kuliah di Ritsumeikan Asia Pacific University, Beppu, Otta Japan. gooling aja kotanya dimana, kalo ngga salah famous the city for its hot spring.
Kampusnya sendiri kata dia ada di gunung, kalo pagi2x buka jendela suka liat elang nangkring. Dia cerita, kotanya kecil, Mc D dan KFC cuma 1, kalo mau “belanja hore” harus naik kereta selama 2 jam dulu. When her mom paid her a visit, she only made it two days, abis itu cabut ke Tokyo.
Kampus ini sepertinya paling banyak menerima mahasiswa asing 60% : 40%.
however, I fall in love with her story ever since…sampe niat googling nyari kampus ini maupun kotanya kayak apa. :))
A corner in one sunny day! Documenting every little things,I think I should always bring my camera
I befriended with her slightly over a decade, four years older. She’s brainy, a bit stubborn and very indifferent.
When I was flirting with this guy and that man *hey, I was pretty, shoulder length re-bonded hair, height 5”1 weight 100lbs you know… ;) * , she ‘d be in her own worlds. Don’t know why.
Her boyfriend left her for much younger girl, she was upset and said ‘I probably won’t get married. All men are jerk’
She buried herself with works! No time for fun.
I never know who she was dating with, while I told her A just called me, B just sent me email, C asked me for a movie date and stuffs.
Few years later,when I’m pregnant with kiddo#2, I had business trip in Makassar. I had a phone call from her, telling me she’d get married later that weekend, which,of course I couldn’t attend it.
Oh,btw, when I got pregnant with kiddo#2 she was surprised, she keeps wonder how come I didn’t concept any birth plans and stuff since my second pregnancy was only a year away after I gave birth to kiddo#1
But hey, a while later, both of us were pregnant with baby boys :), I laughed all loud. An imaginary picture of her got pregnant was never cross my mind at that time :)).
I think she was in her early 30’s.
She was verrrryyy skinny that we wouldn’t notice that she was 6 month pregnant. Seriously!
Few years later after she gave birth, she told me she wouldn’t gave another birth. The way she kept ‘her womb empty’ shocked me :)) *which I couldn’t say it here* ;)
Well, she delivered baby girl last year :)), I burst to laugh out loud!!!
‘Never in my imaginary picture seeing you get pregnant again!’ I told her
She replied ‘you know me, neither do I’
And I can’t stop laughing and she was ‘cursing’
And to make my laugh louder earlier tonight…
Another friend told me she is now on her 2nd semester!
I sent her a bbm
*what is it like to get pregnant at the age 38*
Oh, I know, I enter my own risk…but …I can’t resist of teasing her :))
