Monday, 28 December 2015

Bali 2015 - Sweetness and Memories (Part 1 of 5)

Baru sekitar seminggu dan lebih saya tidak keeping up with bloggy-thingy dan rasanya sudah seperti tahunan. Rindu. Waduh, yang beginian saja dirindukan apalagi yang...? 

Wow permulaan yang something

Jadiiiiiiii, saya dan teman-teman seangkatan SMA Negeri 2 Purwokerto (Smada17) yang belum memiliki nama angkatan ini, berkunjung ke Pulau Dewata selama 3 hari. Plus 2 hari (lebih sehari bisa jadi) perjalanan. 




Saya kedapatan untuk duduk sampai mampus di kursi bus 4 (ada 5 bus untuk 200 something anak, mungkin? cmiiw). Oh iya, sebelum study-tour tuh sebelumnya ada drama-drama asik seperti mencak-mencak saat pembagian bus dan kamar. Untuk itu, saya yang ikutan mencak-mencak ini memohon maaf setulus-tulusnya pada PPBN OSIS 15/16 yang sudah mengurusi study-tour ini dengan sepenuh hati. Gomawo suwun. You guys rock!

Saya dan Harumiya yang biasa saya panggil Monchan berangkat ke sekolah sekitar pukul 11.30 menggunakan taksi. Sampai sekolah, kami geret-geret koper dari gerbang kanan ke gerbang kiri Smada, lalu mencari-cari bus 4. Sebelumnya sudah dicup-kan kursi bus oleh Vania, thanks to you *smooch*!

Berangkat sekitar pukul 1 pagi tanggal 19 Desember 2015, sebelumnya dibagikan co-card oleh Nadzif  (ketua bus 4, ya?). Kami semua yang sangat excited namun tired, jatuh tertidur in no time tidak lama setelah bus berangkat. Tidak lupa diselingi banyolan khas bocah lanang yang terkadang membuat bocah wadon tergidik dibarisan bus depan. Jam 4 subuh, tiba di Ambarketawang. Pagi sekali. Sampai sana langsung ngantre toilet yang didominasi oleh ibu-ibu. Kemudian kesal saat giliran toilet disalip oleh ibu-ibu. Ini bocah SMA dah pengin buang hajat, buk :( 

Pokoknya, selama 5 hari kedepan, kegiatan kami semua tidak lengkap tanpa mengantre. Mau pipis, mengantre. Mau makan, mengantre. Mau naik bus, mengantre. Mau bayar, mengantre. Semua-semua mengantre

Part 1 ini, menceriterakan mengenai perjalanan kami. Karena untuk sampai ke pulau yang dikenal sebagai Heaven on Earth itu, dari Purwokerto, harus menempuh perjalanan selama seharian atau lebih, plus menyeberang. Duduk sampai mampus di bus!

credit to Pinterest
Selama seharian itu juga, saya dan beberapa teman saya memutuskan untuk tidak mandi karena repot hehehehe *membasuh badan dengan tisu basah yang buy one get one*. 

Masih di Ambarketawang, pihak tour-nya bilang, jam 4.30 sarapan sudah siap. Tapi sampai jam 5 lebih, belum siap juga. Ya sudah, toh kami harus mengantre untuk sholat, dan memilih tempat duduk yang kosong. Sembari menunggu, kami para kaum hawa  membunuh waktu dengan menggosip. He. Menggosip tentang temannya teman yang bunting, stalk-in akun socmed orang, setelah itu menunggu giliran untuk mengambil sarapan dengan menu ayam tepung yang hmm I'd rather not eat, sop sosis, tumis tempe, semangka, dan teh hangat. Antreannya itu lho, seperti ular naga panjangnya bukan kepalang. 

Lalu minum antimo milik Monchan dan kembali tidur di bus, dan diperjalanan, ada kecelakaaan kecil gitu. Rombongan seperti kami juga, mau study-tour. Kaca belakang busnya pecah, bus berhenti dan rombongannya (bukan rombongan smada17, lho) menepi di jalan. Saya jadi ingat kejadian saat study-tour ke Jogja pada kelas 6, kaca belakang bus 6 rombongan SD Al-Irsyad 01 Pwt pecah sehingga ditambal plastik ha ha tertawa awkward. Tidur lagi, lalu terbangun. Saya kira sudah masuk waktu dzuhur, ternyata masih jam 10. Baru masuk daerah Sragen, kami bocah yang SMA cerdas kelupaan kalau Sragen itu di Jawa Tengah atau Timur, menerka-nerka. Bus kami juga sempat difoto-fotoin sama anak kecil yang gabut. Entah apa motivasinya moto-motoin bus yang gak menarik. Omong-omong, ini penampakan busnya.

credit to Didi Prakasa
Hari itu, saya hanya membawa jajan sea crunch (2rebuan ya Allah :( ) dan pocari. Namun teman-teman di kursi depan, belakang, dan samping sangat bermurah hati karena menawari jajan sekaligus menghidupi saya. Dari pocky sampai taro, ada semua. 

Bus juga menyetel lagu-lagu hopeless macam C.I.N.T.A dan lagu yang liriknya 'malam ini, tak seperti, malam kemarin, et cetera'. Anehnya, kami tetap sing along juga. Kami juga melewati pabrik-pabrik produksi berskala besar seperti Japfa *nyanyi lagu sozzis so nice*, beton, dan lain-lain. 

Dan alhamdulillahnya, belum throw up juga sampai saat itu. Hehehe.

Jam 12 siang, kami berhenti di sebuah rumah makan berlokasi di Ngawi, Jawa Timur (untuk maksi dan sholat, obviously). Kzl sih, menunya nyaris sama seperti yang tadi. Ayam tepung *untuk enak dan dagingnya lunak*, sop, bihun, dan es teh. Ena. Better than pagi itu. Dilanjutkan dengan sholat Dzuhur dan Ashar (Jama' Qashar Taqdim). 

Saya sempat khawatir juga, di tas utama yang saya panggul kemana saja (karena koper diletakkan di bagasi bus), saya hanya membawa jersey kelas yang berwarna merah mentereng. Tapi tak apalah, not a big deal anyway. Kami melanjutkan perjalanan, saya tidur lagi dong. Sampai diprotes oleh teman-teman belakang dan samping heuheue. Anyway, membawa bantal leher saat perjalanan duduk itu it's a must! It really helped me to keep me comfort. Meski kepala meleng kesana-kemari. Biasa, malu-maluin. 

Kalau ada yang ingin buang hajat, tinggal bilang. Nanti bus akan berhenti di pom bensin. Ini agak annoying sih, karena berhentinya tuh bisa sampai 10 menit atau lebih. Tapi ketika travelling bersama, gak boleh egois. One thing learned! Dan ketika saya gak tidur dalam perjalanan dari satu pom bensin ke pom bensin lainnya, wow! Achievement unlocked. 

one thing learned! credit to google. 

Dan uniknya, bagi anak cowok, segala hal bisa dijadikan lawakan untuk membuat kami terhibur dan dijauhkan dari boredom. Seperti Mukti yang dijadikan bahan bully. Even bus dikresekin tuh such a thing to us back then. Hahahah. 

Malamnya, kami berhenti di rumah makan lagi. Ambil minuman berwarna kuning, saya pikir jus jeruk atau apa. Ternyata hanya sirop oranye :( Seperti biasa, menunya ayam lagi! Even worse than the one we had that morning. Huhuhuh. 

Nah, sampai sini dulu postingan ini karena hari pertama sudah habis. 

See you at the next post, folks!

co-card bus 4, desain oleh Valiana

Friday, 18 December 2015

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Hello. 

AJ is speaking and it's 10:32 PM (I'm on GMT+7 by the way).

It's practically almost midnight here. 

I'm going to Bali in 2 hours, perhaps. I'm so dizzy, to be honest T_T. I've been trying to sleep in the past 2 hours but I couldn't get any sleep at all. 

Maybe because it's raining.

Maybe because there's someone I'm missing.

Maybe because things are so confusing. 

Wow, since when I became so poetic. Well, not really. They're just sentences ended with same rhyme. Or, they could be sentences I do really mean. 

It's going to be a really long roadtrip, 24 hours sitting in a bus. *speaking while drinking tolak angin* 

I CAAAN'T.

However, I hope my bus-mate would be nice and funny so I don't get bored in any way.

See you in 5 days and have a nice holiday!

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Perhaps Love (put a question mark here, if necessary)



Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home



Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through



Oh, love to some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know



Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

(Perhaps Love Lyrics, by John Denver - 1982)

See me again, AJ, in here!I've been busying lately with studytour-thingy, which is irritating me. Well, I'm not that well-prepared yet excited student who is so eager toward this studytour. I haven't even packed my stuffs yet. (Laughs) 

And I accidentally found this song in youtube. And, wow! I got the goosebumps after listening to this, and read the lyrics. 

It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
That's perplexingly true. Love gives you comfort and warm as well. I feel that too, I don't find my self insecure when love is around me. I feel my self at ease. I do my activities happily when I know that love awaits me home. 
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
I do really love the lyrics above. Some say love is holding on, and some say letting go. Tell me I'm overreacted but I feel like I want to cry after listening to this. For me, love is holding on, yet letting go. We can't force love, no?

Well, speaking of love. 
What is love?
What is the actual meaning of love?
Love that everyone talks about?
Love that makes a 15 year old cry in the midnight?
Love that makes a person can be so vulnerable?
Love that fills a girl's stomach full of butterflies?

Love. For me, love is only a verb without any action. Love, is such a verb that contains any emotions. Love, is a word that we could replace it with any emojis on whatsapp. Love, is such a strong word. Like saying 'Voldemort' in Harry Potter, we couldn't say love bluntly. 

But, have you ever thought that, actually, love is simple. Love is elastic. Love is dinamyc. 

Love is, 
When mother fought with the morning sickness caused by us in the first three months.
And she would never say to us, "You have to pay a hundred dollar in substitute of my morning sickness then."

Love is,
When mother brought us to this universe, without saying "You have no idea how much I struggled when I was delivering you. It was painful as hell."

Love is,
When father came home late because he worked overtime after knowing that education fee is utterly expensive. And he didn't say anything but kissed our sleeping forehead instead. 

Love is not always about the boys. 

Well, honestly speaking, the boys matter most. They cause us--girls-- to stay up late, waiting for their text so that we could sleep with a smile. They cause us to sacrifice our study time, hanging out till late. They make us cry a river at 2 am. The pain caused by the boys, the scare left by them, they're still here. Locked tightly inside our heart.

Ugh, that's horrifying. I automatically began to recall the memories. People whom I once knew so well. 

So, we should realize that love is not always about the boys. Like my previous post, we could find love everywhere. Don't think too much about the boys (me saying to my self).

Love is the most awesome feeling.
No?