No writing almost a week, make me feel like I am NONE of career woman anymore! Yogyakarta. So beautiful on this august, leaving many stories to talk about, leaving many headaches to think about, leaving many memories to stay in heart, always and always… 2 days was not enough, even I think a week will never be enough if I grow that stupidity *as I was, the OLD, ancient style of stupidity… Me!* That was such a shame.
I will not write anything about that *new* everything. Just let me write it right on this mind, to be kept as eternal eternity-memory. Now, the other he came, and he was (or is?) one of forbidden one to ‘touch’. So, I have no problem anymore about telling him in this open forum, skip it, and close the case soon. Well, the case is closed. *finished*
Then, Prambanan touched my eyes very well, together with my very gokil bestfriend WALKING around that temple! Great, setelah sekian lama ga JALAN kaki, dan setelah sekian tahun *apa sekian bulan ya?* ga ngebis lebih dari sejam, I felt that with my very best gokilnya Mba’e PUSPA, PADI = Puspa Hanandhita whehehehehe… (Lah, ternyata Padi itu bukan lagi salah satu jenis tumbuhan, tapi bisa juga jadi singkatan nama orang yah… dan di Pontianak jadi salah satu nama jalan :D).
Then, UGM yang indah itu, ampir aja huruf-hurufnya miring gara-gara s
alah satu temen terbaik saya, Herlianti Annisa *ooh Icha I just dunno why recently saya jadi sayang banget sama dia* ngedudukin huruf-huruf UNIVERSITAS GADJAH MADA buat foto sama saya, plekh eeeeh tulisannya jatoh, miring. Waaaaaeeeh, mampus dah. Saya langsung aja bayangin kalo aja tuh tulisan ga bisa ditegakkan lagi, saya ga akan bisa mampir lagi ke Jogja berhubung kasusnya terjadi ketika saya mau foto berdua sama ica. Pyuuuuwh, what a nice memory to forget, tough.
Then, when finally I stepped my foot step by step into the plane, I was gonna leave on the Jet Plane, without knowing when I’ll be back again, and although without those who accompanied me with so full cream nice memories, I cried on the window and swapped it out when my mother asked me something. I remembered all, all the things inside, things that I myself didn’t know how to tell.
Then, now I am home. I am in front of this nice diary. I am sad. I am gonna cry, and I leave this notebook, with crying out loud in heart.
Dan besok adalah hari kemerdekaan Indonesia, tapi saya merasa masih belum bisa memerdekakan diri saya sendiri, untuk suatu hal yang saya inginkan menjadi merdeka.
hwuahahaha...ni anak mah ya... masih aja inget tu kjadian ancur.. hehehehe..
ReplyDeletekapan jlan2 lg??
btw, nie... bljar bwt TOEFL ma kmu dun say...
ehehehe... postingan *nyaris* 3 taun lalu kan ini :D
ReplyDeleteweyeh, belajar toefl ma upt bahasa aja bibeh, jangan sama dini ntar ancur :p