Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Cowok Ganteng (part III)

perkenalkan, dibawah ini ada satu lagi cowok ganteng yang aku 'temukan'.
Namanya Fahmy, anak Fisika Teknik ITB 2007, kru 14 8EH Radio ITB dengan jabatan Business Manager.
Kata orang-orang banyak mirip Afghan, si penyanyi itu.
Trus orang-orang juga banyak yang bilang dia ganteng, terutama cewek-cewek.
Aku sih gak nyadar karena dulu terlalu 'terpana' sama Daniel.
Trus si Fahmy juga kemarin-kemarin hobi banget rambut gondrong plus pake bando, jadi norak dan kampungan gitu.

Tapinya ya, tadi sore pas aku ketemu dia pertama kali...
Subhanallah... GANTENG BANGET!!!
beneran ini mah!
nih fotonya!

Agak sedikit blur dan ber-backlight.
nanti akan aku ganti fotonya sesegera mungkin.
I was too excited to realize it then. LOL

Aduh, gimana ini?
cowok-cowok kok makin muda makin ganteng aja sih???


Right before I went back to my real hometown back in a very secluded village in North Sumatra, I claimed that 2009 is officially my very own Visit Indonesia Year.

Without even realizing it, this year alone, I have been to very many places in different islands in Indonesia.

Back in April, I went to Jogjakarta, Central Java, for a long weekend holiday with my family. In June and July I stayed in Balikpapan, East Borneo, for an internship. Last, this month alone, I went to two different islands. The first one was Celebes. I went to the South-East Celebes with dad to see the secluded village that I used to live in back when I was in elementary school. Then I went to my real hometown in North Sumatra.

Sure, I didn’t write anything about Jogjakarta. I have been there too many times and it hasn’t changed that much. I wrote stuff about Balikpapan, but it wasn’t enough to explain my experience for one and a half month. I was just too lazy to explain every single experience that I had. If I have spare time, I would write a lot. We’ll see.

I now want to write about the secluded village in South-East Celebes where I used to live for about 10 years. The village is called Pomalaa. Yes, with double A in the end and both of the A’s are pronounced loudly. So it is actually pronounced Pomala-a (in Bahasa Indonesia).

So how the heck did I end up there? Good question.

Long story short, my dad works in a mining company. It just happens that both of the exploration and production site are located in Pomalaa. So when he was assigned to be located there, the whole family was to follow him.

So how far is Pomalaa from Jakarta? Another good question.

In order to get to Pomalaa, I had to take a two-hours flight to Makassar, South Celebes. Then another 45-minutes flight from Makassar to Kendari, South-East Celebes. Last, it took 3.5-4 hours drive from Kendari to Pomalaa. Pretty long journey, eh?

I haven’t been to Pomalaa since Ramadhan/Eid Mubarak in 2002. It has been 7 years.

And yes, when I got there, a whole lot of things have change, for sure.

I have been to few business trips abroad with my dad. Sure, by the time we got out of the airplane, people would pick us up and take us to places where we were supposed to go. But going to Pomalaa was a totally different story.

The minute we stepped out of the car, people were lining up, waiting to shake hands with my dad. I think they even had a special person to take pictures of who got to shake hands with dad. I was in total shock, especially because I slept in the car almost the whole journey and dad didn’t warn me that any of those would happen. I awkwardly stepped aside, didn’t know what to do.

Then some maid came up to me and greeted me nicely. He showed me my room and let me settle for a bit. I was just sitting by myself, in the back corner chair, near my room, trying to peek on what dad was doing, when people came up to me one after another.

They all kept saying, “Gosh! Look at you! You’re all grown up now!”

They even asked to shake my hands and take pictures with me!

They went on and on about me not coming back to Pomalaa for a very long time, about how I was so small back then, about many changes that happened in Pomalaa, and about all sorts of stuff when I still lived there. I could only reply with a smile. To be honest, I only remember very few people that I met and everyone seemed to know me.

Then people were busy asking me what I would like to do. Everyone was really busy asking me stuff and whether or not I was in the need of something.

I said I simply want to have a detailed-tour in the factory and then I would be very happy.

Good thing that it was all arranged that I was taken on a tour by some practically new employees. They just joined the company for about three years and we haven’t met each other before. So all the talk about what I was like when I was small stopped right there.

The two employees who took me on the tour couldn’t help but smiling when they were around me. I think they were as shocked as I am with all the too-warm welcoming that I just had.They were more relaxed when we finally got away from all those people. They laughed out loud when I said that I only remember one or two people out of all people who came up to me.

Both of them are ITB graduates.Out of my curiosity, I asked them about their reason of working in the company because most of ITB graduates nowadays would prefer to work in multinational or international company because the salary is a whole lot better.

To my surprise, they said that their reason was because they love Indonesia so much and working in a purely Indonesian company like my dad is one way of helping the country out. Very noble reason. The exact same reason of why my dad quit his job in Caltex (now Chevron) to work in his current company.

Going back to the village, I suddenly have various different thoughts about many things.

For example, I never remember that Pomalaa was really small. When I was just a little kid, I felt like Pomalaa was big enough for me. The streets were wide, the golf courts were vast, the jetty was huge, and so on. and my memory of Pomalaa seven years ago was so vivid, because I was really busy having reunion with my elementary friends. Now that I went there again after all these years, after all my other visits to different places, Pomalaa was indeed VERY small.

Other thing that came to my mind was about me not wanting to work after I graduate.

Before my visit to Pomalaa, even after my internship, I really don't want to work after I graduate. By not working, I mean that I don't feel like getting a job and have a career and stuff like that. In my mind, I always want to work voluntarily and travel around the world. The only job that I could think of was that I work in my own company which I built from scratch. I never imagined myself applying to any company and dedicate my whole life to a certain job in a certain company.

But after my visit to Pomalaa, I actually thought of getting a job. Especially a job in an Indonesian company. I have many thoughts of improvement that can be done to push these Indonesian companies to their maximum capacity in order to top the multinational or international company.

This thought is by far the most shocking thought that I have ever had in my entire life!

So there, my visit to a little village called Pomalaa.

It really opened my mind and I appreciate my life and my country even more after that.

The pictures would be on Facebook, as soon as I'm on the mood to upload them. :)

Monday, September 14, 2009

Grateful For The Little Things

I am extremely happy for these things:

1. free dinner two nights in a row. (thanks Andhika and Ditta!)

2. my cutie pie crush is single again. (Giri... kya! kya!)

3. holiday.

4. unnecessary chats between my and my all-time-crush. *HUGE GRIN*

5. being trusted as a good listener.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Regain Happiness

"Get mad, then get over it."
by Collin Powell

"If someone you love hurts you, cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it"

"You don't realize how much you care about someone until they don't care about you"

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been.
by John Greenleaf Whittier

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
by Javan

Saturday, September 12, 2009


I was born to be ignored.

And I'm tired of being all alone,
and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Secondhand Serenade - Your Call

Monday, September 07, 2009


"Ngapain nyetir pelan-pelan kalau ngantuk? yah tambah ngantuk...
Ngebut aja!
Kalau ngebut kan kita jadi konsentrasi!"

oleh Alwin Syah Loebis

Wednesday, September 02, 2009


When someone promised to tell you about something,
would you check your cell's inbox every two seconds?
would you check your facebook wall every five minutes?
would you check your personal message inbox every now and then?
would you check your email inbox constantly?
would you even sort through your junk folder, just in case?

would you secretly hoping to bump into this someone on your way to wherever, whenever?

would you wait, but not patiently?

would you be melancholic?

would you say you're pathetic?

exaggerating but flattering

coba klik disini.

jadi malu....