cokelat

If you ever came to Jogja, try this chocolate.
God, it's damn delicious.

It's a must try.
It's also not that sweet, that's why adults like it, but it's something children wouldn't find to enjoy.

No further comment :)

Oh, and I took the picture from here. Apparently, it is a blog/website made by Chocolate Monggo's graphic designer. Please, do have a look (and don't forget to purchase the chocolates!).

misspell

It's hard to spell my name.
I often got misspelled so many times, I don't give a sh*t anymore anytime it happens.
It might not be hard to spell my name if you live in Russia,
or other East European countries.
But when you live in Indonesia, it's a nightmare.
*and this doesn't include times when I temporarily lived in Japan as an exchange student.

This conversation always happen everytime I order a flight ticket:

Me: Good afternoon. Excuse me, I would like to order a ticket to Jogja for any flight on Monday.
Operator: Ok, we got one for you. And your full name is?
Me: Svetlana Anggita.
Operator: Stefania?
Me: No. It's SVETLANA.
Operator: Oh. I see. Stefiana.
Me: No. I'm sorry. It's SVETLANA. With an S, a V...
Operator: Sorry, is it a V as in "victory" or an F as in "Finland"?
Me: *sigh*. Okayyy...I'll spell the codes for you, it's: Sierra-Victor-Echo-Tango-London-Alpha-November-Alpha. Svetlana.
Operator: Got it. A ticket on Monday for Miss SVETLANA Anggita?
Me: Ohh yesss...thank God. I mean, thank YOU.

And this conversation happens again and again, anytime I have to deal with flight tickets.
Sometimes the operator says things like: "Oh, you really have a strange name".
Or, "What does your name mean anyway?".

Puh-lease.
It's OK though. I got used to this situation anyway :D


p.s.: When I was an exchange student in Japan, my name was spelled as: Su-e-to-ra-na. That's why I prefer everyone to call me "Lana-chan". lol.

junior high rawks!

I was so happy to meet them again, two days before the Ied Fitr's.

The gathering took place in Margo City Square.

*satu-satunya tempat gaul di depok. lol.

searah jarum jam: ifan-dian-karin-lana-dhany

ki-ka: lana-karin-dian

ki-ka: donny-karin-panji-retno-poppy-santi-lana-aji-abah

Of course it has been six years since we've last met, but it seems that we haven't changed a lot.
*which includes the fact that my height hasn't significantly increased a lot since our 2nd grade.

Yeah, and this little fact about my height has been teased a lot by Abah in facebook. Which made me wonder, why did we call this person "Abah" in the first place?
*well, actually I kinda remembered whyyy...but since he's now like the most perfect and popular student in his faculty (I knew all this because I googled him, I'm so a stalker, hahahaha), I'm not going to give out any facts. lol. He's a smart kid since junior high, and it turned out he's still smart in college (an envious fact for me since I'm stupid since junior high and remained since.)

Anyway, looking forward to see you again, guys!

Oh I forgot something:

SELAMAT HARI RAYA LEBARAN 1429 H. MINAL AIDIN WAL FAIDZIN. MOHON MAAF LAHIR DAN BATHIN. IYEY!

*bahasa Indonesia sajalah, terdengar lebih afdhol. lol.

moving on

It's been a month since the breakup.
It turned out it wasn't as bad as I expected...well, yes, I sobbed for the whole two hours in my friend's room.
Then, I totally dozed off into a great nap.
*lol

So Aldo tried to cheer me up and brought me to this kennel of his friend's which was full of dogs (obviously, it's a KENNEL),
and those adorable puppies.
Golden retriever puppies!!
Gosh, they were so damn cute.
Too bad I don't have a picture of them with me.
What Aldo (and his girlfriend, Lola, also my "boss" in Mahkamah, Gitra) did for me didn't wash the pain, but it sure eased it.
Thanks a bunch, guys!

Anyway, the first morning without Jodie's morning call felt awkward.
Even though we hanged-out the other week (post break-up), it of course it felt a lot different than how we used to be before.

When you break-up with someone, of course a lot of things changed by itself.

The truth is, yes, I was sad. It was devastating.
I was heartbroken. It hurted.
But then...it was just a break-up, after all.

I MOVED ON.

I have friends.
I have jobs to be finished.
I have classes to attend.
I have assignments to be done.
I hang-out with friends.

It felt strange and awkward at the first place, but it turned out to be okay.
I mean, yeah, we were really not meant for each other anyway :D

I must say, this is the worst break-up I've been through.
But also the best and quickest pain recovery ever.

Single life rawks!
*but I don't mind a new boyfriend either :p

goodnight and goodbye

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer and when i wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.


And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

(Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt)




*UPDATED !*

I'm so over you.
Yes honey, that's what they call: MOVING ON.
*lol


p.s.: We're still FRIENDS after all, aren't we?

out next in september: stories from the village

A clover from the paddy fields.

Ps: Sorry for the blurry image. I mean, what can you expect from a 1,3 MP cellphone camera?

Kuliah Kerja Nyata: Part I

Banyak sekali yang ingin saya ceritakan mengenai KKN saya di Desa Drono, Klaten.
Sangat banyak.
Jika ada yang bertanya, menyenangkan atau tidakkah KKN saya?
Jawabannya:

SANGAT. MENYENANGKAN.

*gosh, I swore it truly was!

OK, faktanya memang ada sedikit sandungan disana-sini,
but, we DID overcome those problems.
YEAH,THANK GOD WE DID! :D

Sayangnya karena keterbatasan waktu (dan bandwith), cuma ada beberapa hint tentang KKN ini.
Foto-foto tentu menyusul.

Akan ada cerita tentang malam pertama disana.
Tentang melihat santet di atap rumah
*oh sure, it really was scary! Dan gue kira itu kembang api!
Tentang anak-anak kecil yang masih bisa "melihat".
Tentang sanitasi.
Tentang warga yang ramah.
Tentang (beberapa) warga yang tidak ramah.
Tentang typhus dan hepatitis.
Tentang menonton Kungfu Panda, Dark Knight dan Red Cliff.
Tentang (beberapa) teman yang tidak kooperatif.
Tentang rumah kakeknya Aldo yg super duper PW.
Tentang bikin Zebra Cross.
Tentang kurasi foto bersama anak-anak.
Tentang mengajar les matematika.
Tentang racun Korea oleh Yosira.
Tentang tahi kamarmandi A yang mendadak muncul di kamarmandi sebelah...haha, euwhh!
Tentang merindukan Jogja.
Tentang bintitan.
Tentang KARAK dan TAHU.
Tentang ditaksir pemuda desa.
*oh no no no no no..
Tentang hari anak nasional
Tentang kerja bakti anak-anak di SD.
Tentang SELALU disuruh mampir dan dijamu makanan oleh warga.
Tentang berat badan.
*sigh

Tentang kulit yg menghitam.
Tentang kaki yang pecah-pecah.

DAN SEBAGAINYA.


Tapi nanti sajalah. Setelah tanggal 31 Agustus 2008.
Setelah saya kembali ke kehidupan kuliah saya yang normal (dan menjemukan!).

Wish me luck guys.
Smell ya later!

hiatus

Hmm...
Well, I'll be gone for the next two months for doing a community service in Drono Village, located in Klaten.
This sort of community service (in my campus we call it KKN - Kuliah Kerja Nyata) is a part of the credit, so it's something I must oblige, even though at first I was quite reluctant to do it.
The funny part is, since it'll be done in a village, now it seems I'm really keen and looking forward to see wether I'll have some fun or not.
Hope it'll be like a vacation, only it's part of the university credit and it has some obligatory programs to do.

So...
I'm not sure wether I'll have time to write this blog, since I'll be ultimately busy out there.
(No, it's not about the internet connection. I mean, yes, it's quite hard to find an internet cafe or hotspot in Klaten, especially that I'll be living for two months in the village. But thanks to the handphone, GPRS technology, data cable, and the cheap GPRS tariff from Mentar*, I think internet connection won't be such a major problem).

At the end,
please wish me luck for everything, especially about the community service (and my GPA) :-D

there's more to it than...

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I likes a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I likes a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then theres those other things
Which for several reasons we wont mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

(currently playing: Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk - Rufus Wainwright)



Chuck Palahniuk menulis Fight Club sebagai sebuah kritik terhadap “hilangnya identitas kemanusiaan”.

Kenyataannya, tanpa disadari terkadang seseorang mengidentifikasi dirinya sendiri berdasarkan apa yang ia tonton,
apa yang ia baca,
apa yang ia kenakan,
apa yang ia makan di pagi hari,
apa yang ia pilih sebagai perabot rumah tangganya,
atau bahkan hal-hal (yang terlihat) sepele lainnya.

Gue jujur, sangat tersentil dengan issue ini ketika membaca (dan menonton) Fight Club.
* I've read the book before I even watched the movie
Man, it's quite confusing, when you come to think of how do you define yourself, for real.
Or how you define other people.
Gue males aja gitu ngebayangin, kalo gue diidentifikasi karena benda yang gue miliki, atau yang gue kenakan.
Bukan karena personality atau kemampuan.

Atau kaya sekarang.
Global warming, eco-friendly, go green, etc.
sekarang cuma jadi kaya tagline.
kaya trend.
sesuatu yang harus diikuti kalo ngga mo dibilang ketinggalan zaman atau perusak lingkungan.

Kemaren juga nonton di Euromaxx tentang orang-orang Eropa yang lagi hobi membeli sepeda lipat.
Kenapa?
Karena sepeda lipat ramah lingkungan.

Kenapa harus dengan sesuatu yang ramah lingkungan?
Karena menggunakan suatu barang yang ramah lingkungan mengidentifikasikan bahwa diri kita merupakan orang yang bertanggungjawab.

Kenapa dengan tanggungjawab?
Tanggungjawab itu keren. Atau setidaknya terlihat bertanggungjawab.
It's a part of the new lifestyle of this century.

"Going Green" is the new lifestyle.
So when you "go green" that means you're cool.
Screw global warming and the effects.
The important thing is that you look cool in "being green".
You don't need to know, need to care about the consequences.
You just need to be concern if you really have responsibility. or NOT.

simple.

Bukannya salah si.
Dampaknya mungkin bisa bagus.
Ngga ada salahnya memang memberikan kontribusi untuk menjaga lingkungan.
At least, I'm also trying to.

Atau setidaknya, gue berusaha untuk TIDAK menjadi seorang HIPOKRIT.



Kadang gue pikir,
mungkin saat ini bukan hanya identitas kemanusiaan yang hilang,
tapi justru kemanusiaan itu sendiri.