Friends Forever

"As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
As our lives change, from whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER"
- Vitamin C

Lagu ini fix jadi on repeat song di playlist. Jadi kangen masa-masa sekolah, SD Xaverius 5 Palembang, SMP Xaverius 1 Palembang, SMP 5 Yogyakarta, SMA 8 Yogyakarta.

I'm so proud to be Xaverian, especially SD Xaverius 5 Palembang, batch 2001. Helloooooo xaveriaaaaaans! I miss you guys so much! Jevica Brilian Salim, Novi Vanora, Agatha Ningtyas Wusandjati, Maria Magdalena, Margaretha Dewi Arthauli, Vincentius Frenditus Orlando, Aprilia Puspita, Frestasya Sakim, Sendra Hestiningrum, Muhammad Adrian Rizaldi, Ardi Yahyan Wijaya, Gilang, Andre Raditya, David Kwek, Kok-Young, Hanny Meiwita, Yolenta, Ni Made Rianita, Finia Toni, Yulianti, Brili, Prayoga Wibowo, Lucas Yose Ricardo (my funniest desk mate ever! where are you now?) Hei guys! Maybe someday when you're randomly googling your name you'll find this haha. How are you guys? Still remember me? Arum, hahahahahaha. Kelas 1A, 2B, 3C, 4A, 5C, 6A SD Xaverius 5 Palembang. Later I'll post our photos, hahaha since I stay in Depok for college, I did not bring it here, but don't you worry I still keep all the memories in my private album photos in my room in Jogja hihi. <3

Also miss the teachers! Pak Hartanto, Pak Torendi, Bu Pauline, Bu Vita, Bu Rossa, Pak Matzuri, Pak Katri, Bu Etta, Suster Jaqueline, Mr. Albert, and all whose I forgot the names.

Wish you all guys always be given His greatest blessing all over you and also your family. I really expect a kind of reunion of us. I feel so sad because I've missed the latest reunion in 2010. Hope you guys will be kindly arrange the date accordance with mines, haha. Too much, I know. Well, for you who randomly find this post, and want to contact me, since I barely check on my facebook, feel free to just email me: arumsekarlathi@hotmail.com. Call it narcissistic. LOL

Post Terandom 2011
Hahahahha
Good nite! x

Trembling

Just another different perspective of mind. I just need to trash it, here.

It feels like, you want to vomit, vomit some kind of words your parents continuously forbid, your God boldly dislike. And you just, secretly say it, in your imagination. And you just, mutely cry, in your reflection. And you just, could do nothing but paint your pain in your new canvass. Did you ever? Your head presses you to give up, aside, your deeply feeling ask you sincerely for giving it another try. Oh kid, I tell you it's not very easy. When suddenly you watch your hands start to trembling, steering you just to stab something in the head. Wondering how it could be so fascinating. But I do not decide, to break the law. Then, here it goes, I talk to the reality, to the crazy thing called life that I'm not afraid.

Fortieth, brother, have a blast!

Wanting to post something in my blog that is why I decide to post about my beloved brother birthday. Yeay. Here he is, the super annoying brother on earth. I have no idea why he could be that annoying. Oh kid. Let me describe him based on my perspective. He is heady, extremely bad-tempered, and lil obstinate. Aside, he got a plus in terms of affection. He really loves his family, not only his little family such as his wife and the little daughter, but also his big family in Jogjakarta, Lampung, and Palembang. He's strong-minded yet touchy-heart also. Is it true what people say "bad guys often have a beautiful hearts" I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no.

One thing I always remember about him is when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school. At that moment, he's already worked at Citibank in Jakarta. We seldom meet each other, we could only get together when Christmas. Really rare. One day, around 5 in the afternoon, when I just woke up from my nap, my mommy with a phone in her right hand, walked into my room and came up to me then said: "Mas ari mau bicara, Dek.." She gave the phone to me. And my brother and I were connected by the phone in our each ears. And then the conversations started:

Brother: "Baru bangun bobok ya.."

Me: "Iyaa..hehe. Kenapa, Mas?"

Brother: "Gak papa, kamu sehat to? Gak lagi sakit kan, De'?

Me: "Sehat kok, gak sakit. Ada apa to, Mas?

Brother: "Enggak, tadi itu pas pulang dari kantor, kan hujan, dari dalam mobil aku lihat anak kecil perempuan pakai baju sekolah di gandeng sama ibunya, mereka lagi nunggu angkutan di halte bus. Mukanya anak kecil itu murung kayak lagi sedih gitu, De'. Dia kayak kamu, pakai tas gendong terus dikucir dua. Persis. Terus aku inget kamu. Makanya aku langsung telfon ke rumah, kepingin tau aja kabar kamu. Gak ada apa-apa to, De'?

Me: *diamsejenak* "Eh, hehehe aku gak papa kok, Mas. Disini juga hujan lho tadi, makanya aku bisa tidur pulas hahahaha ......" (selanjutnya ngobrol biasa)

Maybe I could haven't known the definate reason why he phoned me at that moment. I was still that innocent. But now, it turns to be something unforgettable for me. It showed me that he cares.

Twenty-one-year difference range of age makes us hard for being together every day. It's not like my other siblings childhood. They had time growing up together. Yes, they are: Mbak Ossie, Mas Anton, and Mas Arie. How cute. Sometimes I just wonder how it could be if I have born in that era, which is I have umm let say two or three range of age with Mas Arie. Hahahahaha. I couldn't imagine that. Awkward. They often to compare about my life and theirs. Talking about how they had to strive like everyday for just surviving my family. You know, life thirty years ago is much difficult than todays, and I really know it. But sometimes the way they compared it, utterly not cool and sometimes it hurt me. How could they said that I supposed to go to school by bicycle rather than being dropped and picked by my daddy's car or even motorcycle, which means I got to paddle my bicycle for 10 kilometers from my home till my school. You crazy. Hergh, it still gives me pain in the ass, today. The point is they had felt kind of jealous with my childhood, but hello we live in different era you know, you could not compare me like that. (LOL it still feds me up)

Long story, the most important thing you should know is that I really love my brother. I really want to make him proud of me. I feel like i have so many moral duties to him, and I'm so eager to do that asap. Happy fortieth birthday, Mas Arie. Keep being my great motivator, okay. I always hope you for the best to yourself and also your family. All the best for your career and family. God bless.

With love, De' Arum :)

I notice everything, I just don't say anything

Sebut seorang ayah yang kedatangan tamu, seorang gadis puteri. Anak gadis tersebut datang dengan penuh keceriaan, awalnya, ayah pun senang dengan kehadiran anak tersebut, ayah terhibur. Di samping itu, ayah tersebut memiliki.... sebut saja tiga anak. Anak pertama, kedua, dan ketiga. Anak pertama dan kedua sama-sama sekolah di kota yang sama, namun beda ilmu. Nah yang ketiga, karena suatu keadaan, ia harus bersekolah di luar kota. Jarak memisahkan anak beranak tersebut.

Gadis tamu yang awalnya datang dengan penuh sukacita mulai berani mengisahkan pula tentang duka. Ayahpun iba. Keseharian ayah kini tidak hanya diwarnai dengan kisah anak pertama, kedua, dan ketiga. Namun si gadis ini pula. Anak sulung pun berteman dengan si gadis, anak kedua, emm mungkin hanya sekedar tau sehingga tidak seakrab anak pertama dengan si gadis, nah bagaimana anak ketiga? Hanya anak ketiga yang tau, pada saat itu.

Kini, ayah sudah mulai membaca celoteh anak ketiga, yang padahal, sudah mulai ayah sadari sejak lama, anggaplaaah enam bulan yang lalu. Kalau dipikir-pikir sama seperti saat anak ketiga mulai mengendus angin curiga. Namun keduanya sama-sama pandai bermain muka.

Yah namanya juga bapak - anak, nurun gituh..

Tapi ketiga anak itu hanyalah apa, tidak mengerti apa-apa. Yang tau pastinya hanyalah si ayah dan si gadis. Memang, ayah selalu bilang pada si bungsu. "We're just friends, sweetheart, we have a same intention as friends" Dan kalimat itu, lumayan menenangkan anak ketiga untuk yaah setidaknya tiga sampai lima detik pertama, selanjutnya, imajinasi anak ketiga yang serasa mencuat dari sudut ke sudut kamar tidurnya, namun kembali lagi, kasih sayang ayah selama ini lah yang akhirnya dapat menghantarnya tidur.

Yah, namanya juga anak bungsu..

Anak bungsu takut! Ternyata si gadis memiliki six sense! AAAA! Mana ayah roman-romannya ingin mengangkat pula dia sebagai anak? HUA! Atau mungkin ayah sudah menganggap si gadis sebagai anaknya, anak sulung mungkin tau dan oke oke saja. Anak kedua mungkin juga sudah tau, dan biasa saja. Nah, bagaimana dengan anak ketiga? Jelas tau, tapi cemburu.

Yah, namanya juga anak bungsu..

Jadi sekarang ini, si ayah ceritanya lagi bertapa. Antara memikirkan si gadis yang kini sedang sakit dan membutuhkan kehadiran si ayah, dan menanggapi gerutu-gerutu tidak terlalu penting si anak ketiga. Sementara anak ketiga...

sibuk belajar dong lah.... B)

Haha, masih banyak cerita lagi, ada juga tentang IBU TIRI! lololol ibu tiri :$ Tapi belum ada yang bisa diceritakan karena penulis masih mencerna alur ceritanya, yeah. Menyenangkan sekali ya memperhatikan lingkungan itu. Asal gak lupa sama kehidupan sendiri aja sih. Well sekian kisah pada hari ini, kisah Ibu Tiri nyusul deh, kapan-kapan.

Salam, anak ketiga.

A little reunion with 'I'

Reuni dadakan, dikemas secara sederhana tujuannya juga untuk mendiskusikan reuni yang lebih besar selanjutnya. Haha full of guyon ra nggenah, tapi merupakan pelepas rindu yang amat bermutu. Here the photos:

Ada Benno Vito Aya Itok Manda Hanum and me haha
Wah jadi rindu masa SMP

wakakakakak with Amanda Sari tuh jaman enem taun kepungkur haha kalo kata mbah kidul gitu. Hedeeeh parah juga ya, tp gak papa deh. Hmmm. Anyway kenapa gayanya harus kayak begetoooooo sihhhhhhh?! *keselsamadirisendiri*

LOL

Cimu

"Typing huge paragraph expressing your true feelings than erasing it"

Haha just did it a moment ago
not erasing it thou, just saving it as a draft

Hei dear, just want to say thanks for everthing you've given to me. Thank you for always being there when I needed you. So funny remembering again how we could be together again as one. So happy listening again about our stupid stories when we're young and dumb.

I love you :)

Carmelito

Once upon a time in Peacock Coffee with the most handsome bestfriend of mine in the world! Tee hee. Keep kriting mabro! Distance never beats our craziness. Hm I'm not crazy, you are B-)

Tep bar ya pin wa!
Lets go kita caw

MAKAN!

hahahahaha

Lootja

What you need to do is to take a peek the unseen path

"Dear life, when I said can my day get any worse, it was a rhetorical question not a challange"

Tsk. I've been feeling so effin ergh these lately days. Those family complexity, GPA's jump down, ego management then many more problems are completely driving me nuts. I unlike being contamined, because I know I could not have been poisoned by their theories. Well, what my sister say was totally right "Kamu harus ambil sikap, dek" Fuh, somehow It's just too hard for me. Bold this, that hard. Choosing what you have to choose and what you should tolerate to others is far too complex for me to decide. Omg I know that I'm not a little girl anymore, I should be more individualist just like my seniors taught me. How they convince me that you'll be drowning deep down there if you're not brave to choose being that individualist which I translate that as a crazy thing called OBSESSION! *long-exhale*

Okay, back to the point. I still find it hard to spell what inside my mind. HAH! I know they're so curious about what they want to hear, but guys, please I really don't mean to hide a thing. I just don't know how, I'm too afraid, too shy to admit that I'm that mixed-up so far. But wait a second, though I'm not telling a thing, but at least I'm keeping the force, I try to swim under water just like duck, their feet are paddling but it's just unseen. Okay, maybe that's the nearest parable.

I'll strive more henceforward. I'll learn more for you, for us and for everyone who love me. God, bless me..

Once in the early evening

In that early evening, with all of quick plans, random schedule, nobody knew how scared I was. Until I saw a familiar creature was coming and getting closer to me. Then I realized, yea, it was him. He came for me/

In that early evening, we shared a lot of things to share, I did, he did. And I could not stop staring at the face, the eyes, just like doing a research looking for a reason, why he could be this gracieux/

In that early evening, we had no much effin' time, because I had to go back to the freakin' town. Time's running even faster than goddamned before. Even we did not want to see any kind of watch. See? We were freakin out. But all of a sudden, I felt like the time's getting slow, very slow, even nearly to stop/

In that early evening, I eventually, knew/ ♥

But in the same early evening, I had to go, hhh.. But I was going with a unhidden-able smile throughout the trip/ Thanks Nic/ Inhale exhale, good luck for the new semester. 'See you again :)'

Lootja