Malas Menjawab Sesat di Warteg

Ada kolak rasa belatung
Ada blewah rasa gurita
Siapa bilang Maria kesandung
Kan Cuma mau ceritaa..
Hewhewhew. Jenaka sekali kayak kura2 ninja!

Begini, setiap orang pasti punya pertanyaan dari orang lain yang begitu klise sampai2 pengen jungkir balik saking bosennya. Rasanya pengen beli karton di stasiun biar murah, trus tulis besar2 pake spidol buat jawab pertanyaan2 mencapedehkan tersebut. Coba kita ulas kembali pertanyaan2 apa saja yang bisa bikin teman2 saya bosen..
Yosi di kala sedang menyuntik selalu dihadapkan pada pertanyaan,“Diabetes ya? Sakit ga disuntik? Jadi harus suntik terus ya?”
Rizki sang idola Indonesia saat masuk 100 besar or something lah, “Gimana Idol? Masuk 100 besar ya? Trus siapa lagi yang masuk? Audisinya gimana? Bla bla bla…”
Monique (maybe), “Adek Anom ya? Adek Nina ya? Anak Pak Karim ya?”
Priska, tampaknya tidak ada sebab dia selalu siap sedia menjawab pertanyaan orang.
Deavy sebenarnya saya juga tidak tahu tapi mungkin,”Kamu gun**knya siapa?” Hahahahaha pardon moi!
Quina Budi yang lagi hot mungkin bosen kalau ditanya daku dan Rizki, “Kenapa sih kalian ga jadian aja?”
Icha “Enak ga sih jadi anak tunggal?”
Uti. Ini dia yang lucu.. “Lo pacaran ama Om ya? Lo/Mbak CP taekwondo kan?”
Yiah, itu Cuma sebagian yang saya tahu, selebihnya silakan post sendiri. Tapi emang ini fakta yang terjadi dan menarik buat saya secara ya, saya juga suka bosen ditanya yang itu2 aja.
Sebelum kuliah:
1. Kenapa sih dipanggil ‘mem’?
2. Softlensnya biru ya? (padahal abu-abu)
3. Lupaa
Setelah kuliah:
1. Mana Quina? Kok ga sama Quina?
2. Lo kok ga sekamar aja sama Quina?
3. Lo dari Palembang toh.. Ntar lo harus bawain gw pempek ya!
4. Lo kok bisa kenal ama mbak itu (Uti)? Dia kan panitia mar..
5. Lo adeknya Maria Iola ya?
Pertanyaan ini sungguh jenaka dan pada hakikatnya tak bikin bosan.
Tapi tetep aja, saya suka bosen banget dan males sampe pengen buka usaha jahit kalo ditanya pertanyaan yang itu2 aja. Apalagi kalo pertanyaannya ga menyangkut diri saya sendiri. Wuih, males dah. Sebenarnya pertanyaan2 begituan cukup bikin kita menyadari sesuatu tentang diri kita. Kita jadi punya jawaban/alasan yang tepat mengenai diri kita sendiri. Walaupun membosankan tapi oke lah boy..
Ulasan yang tidak penting ya.. Tapi rusa tak bisa tertawa.
Yang baca boleh post komen soal apa pertanyaan yang bikin kamu bosen.

Hari-Hari Menyiksa Diri

Aaaahh… I’m back yow! This is Madame Zombie and I’d like to see a bee.

I don’t know how to begin but I’ll try to feel you in.

Setelah lama hilang dari blog ini, kini saya kembali dengan membawa cerita tentang hari pertama basket di UI.

Yeehaw! SELASA, 9-9-08

Akhirnya hari yang ditunggu-tunggu pun tiba. Setelah lama tak memegang bola, rasanya senaang sekali hari ini bakal terjun ke lapangan! Uhuy! Dari pagi udah ga sabar nunggu latian basket tingkat universitas. BPMB juga udah kelar lebih cepet. Eh taunya ujan deresss. Dan karena kebodohan2 yang tak jelas, saya salah baca jadwal. Ternyata hari ini latian cuma buat putri! Jam 6! Aaargh!! Ga asik ga asik! Itu artinya diriku harus pergi sendiri menantang maut ke gym yang jauuuuh sekali dari barel, bahkan bisa dibilang pedalaman UI, SENDIRIAAAN tanpa teman! Padahal kalo putra-putri digabung kan aku bisa bareng temen. Huahua bodooh!!! Tidak ada bis kuning yang lewat dan itu berarti saya harus naik ojeg. Sesampainya di gym yang besar, sepi, dan suram, saya langsung disambut oleh 6 anjing putih identik yang tak jelas apa maunya. Tidur tapi tak tidur, berenang di genangan air hujan pun enggan. Akhirnya dengan gagah berani saya masuk ke dalam gym dan hanya disambut oleh seorang gadis yang ternyata juga MaBa (Mahasiswa Baru) jurusan Sastra Cina bernama Ivana dan seorang senior bernama Aje atau AJ *dunno how to spell*. Ivana sejak kelas 3 SD bersekolah di Malaysia dan kini kembali lagi ke negeri tercinta untuk masuk Universitas Indonesia. Dengan tinggi sekitar 172 cm tak heran Ivana sudah main basket sejak lama dan serius untuk main di Ukor Basket UI. Ivana orangnya asik lho. Dia tinggal di Margonda Residence dan itu berarti saya punya teman pergi-pulang!

Tak lama kemudian muncullah 5 senior lain. Tapi sayangnya tak ada MaBa lain!!! Senior yang datang juga dikit soalnya lagi puasa. Alhasil kami cuma berdelapan dan justru malah lebih intens. Kalo dibandingin dengan latian waktu SMA, latian di UI terbilang berat dan sangat membutuhkan tenaga, semangat, dan konsentrasi. Istirahat juga dikit banget. Capek lah pokoknya. Entah karena udah lama ga maen atau karena apa, maen sama anak-anak UI cukup bikin tegang. Saya keringet dingin dan salting abiss secara mereka jago2, keras, dan rapi maennya. Malu dong, kalo saya maennya ancur2an. Tapi sayangnya saya emang ancur abis! Mereka larinya cepet, tembakannya mantep, 3 point oke punya, full-screen (INI YANG BIKIN SAYA SERASA IKAN TONGKOL!!), dan tenaga on terus! Nyesel deh dari SMA ga bener2 nguasain screen. Akibatnya saya maen kaya’ liriknya Herdie O’Flo “lo kaya’ kucing ga jelas mau ke mana!” Berbagai gaya dan terobosan yang udah saya coba keluarin pun ga ada yang berbuah point! Untung saya setim dengan Kak Vencom yang baik hati dan senantiasa nyemangatin dengan teriak “cakep mar!” tiap saya berusaha nyetak point. Kak Vencom baiiik!!! Ada juga Kak Kanina yang anak FH 02 yang maennya sangar abis, mengingatkanku pada tim putri Tigerspeed. Keren dia maennya. Anak2 UI kalo maen juga pake becanda dan ketawa2 tapi tetep serius dan ga ganggu permainan. Itu dia yang keren. Nah, mereka ini mirip2 banget postur dan gayanya, ampe bingung. Mungil2 tapi ga mungil2 amat, putih2. Tingginya juga hampir sama semua. Nah lagi, MaBa kayanya bakal gede2. Saya, Ivana, dan katanya ada anak FISIP yang lebih tinggi lagi dari kami. Woah, smells good.. Overall, seru lah basket UI, persetan orang mau bilang apa soal prestasi. Yang pasti saya sebagai anak kampung akan rajin2 dan serius latian lah!

Aaaargh!!! RABU, 10-09-08 dan JUMAT, 12-09-08

Buat kalian2 yang merasa bebas dari mata pelajaran olahraga setelah masuk UI, ke laut aja dah.. Soalnya ada mata kuliah yang namanya MPK Olahraga dan Seni yang wajib diikuti selama satu semester penuh. Dan jangan salah, nilainya bukan kaya nilai ekskul, tapi itungannya tetep kuliah. Enaknya kita bisa pilih sendiri olahraga atau seni apa yang mau kita ambil. Dengan percaya diri pilihan pertama saya tulis BASKET, kedua TENIS LAP., ketiga SEPAKBOLA. Saya awalnya yakin bakal dapet basket dan enak juga kan ga mesti bingung tinggal maen doang. Tapi keparat! Saya dapet tenis lap.! Woaah! Ketar-ketir juga secara saya belum pernah maen tenis dan ini bakal dijadiin nilai semester! Tapi karena dari awal ke Depok saya emang udah sok2an pengen ikut ekskul (bukan kuliah!) tenis dan udah belli raket murah, terpaksa lah saya tekuni bidang ini.

Hari Rabu saya dan temen2 FH laen, Kinan, Meidy, dll udah smangat aja ke lapangan Poltek yang letaknya juga di pedalaman UI, serem banget dah jalannya. Mana di bis kuning saya dijutekin anak SMP nyasar (mau balik ke Kutek tapi malah gw yg sibuk nyari tau jalan buat dia) gara2 saya dengan santai makan geri chocolatos di sebelah dia di bulan Ramadhan yang suci ini. Dasar anak SMP, laen kali kalo ga tau jalan ikuti pepatah dong, malu bertanya tersesat di Poltek kan..

Eh, nyampe di Poltek pelatihnya kaga mau dateng. Katanya mau ngerubah jadwal jadi kamis dan jumat aja. Yiaah. Udah enak coba hari ini! Akhirnya bermainlah kami dengan baju yang MaBa banget (SPG abis), dengan memakai 2 raket untuk sekitar 10 orang secara bergantian. Sedih sekali. Tapi yang lebih menyedihkan, maen tenis SUSAH!! Service aja saya masih gladak-gluduk. Trus kalo nangkis bola saya gebug kuat2 kaya’ maen bultang ampe lawan saya keringetan cuma gara2 ngejer bola ilang doang. Parah abis lah, tapi seru juga! Ketagihan!

Trus karna takut absen, saya dateng lagi dong hari Jumat abis kuliah MPKT bersama Ibu Mayangsari. Nyampe sana parah banget, ruame sekuali! Trus kelamaan tegak nungguin si bapak selesai maen. Pak Darso sang pelatih tegas banget orangnya. Quina sobatku yang bodoh pun secara tak langsung diusirnya. “Yang kuliah tenis baris di sini, yang tidak silakan keluar!” Dan mulailah si bapak menegaskan peraturan-peraturan yang ada. Peraturan yang paling awesome adalah larangan bagi mahasiswa tenis untuk melayani orang yang mengajak bicara siapa pun dia, sekalipun cuma sapaan, di daerah lapangan tenis saat mahasiswa sudah telat atau saat si bapak sudah siap memberi pengarahan. Adodoe.. Selain itu mahasiswa harus pake seragam olahraga putih-putih dengan syarat atasan harus berkerah. Keren amat yak. Trus si bapak juga langsung ngasih tugas esai aja hari pertama. It’s ok lah. Aaargh sayang sekali saya tidak bisa nyelip di hari Jumat karna udah penuh! Akhirnya saya harus pindah ke hari Kamis dan itu artinya abis tenis saya harus buru2 ke FH buat basket lagi. Menyedihkan. Padahal anak-anak Jumat kayanya seru deh. Si Kinan juga dengan berat hati pindah ke Kamis sacara ada yang ganteng hari Jumat! Hahahah.. Oh ya, perkenalkan Kinan alias Kinanti.. Dia dari SMAN 70 JKT. Kita ketemu di kelas Ilmu Ekonomi dan nyambung2 aja soalnya ternyata kita sama2 basket dan tenis. Seru sih anaknya, baek. Tingginya 175 lho, gede juga kaya gw. Tapi dia udah bisa tenis dan keren juga maennya. Dengan sabar dia ngajarin dan nyemangatin saya. Asik lah. Saya jadi menikmati maen tenis dan bener2 ketagihan!! Mana si bapak bilang ga usah dipikirin kalo ga bisa maen, yang penting kamu nunjukin usaha. Yiaa, smoga deh pak.. Yow2!! TENIS GO TENIS GO!

CRIMES MESS UP MY MOOD

Being trapped in houses whose owners like watching tv all day makes me learned many things.
First, I've become a girl who like infotainment so much (i've done) because they're interesting to be analyzed.
Second, I become more up to date in social problems, and as addition, it can mess my mood up.

It happened last week when I visited my aunty in Krannji. First I sat down and tried to join my cousin watchin a news, I got a shock because the news seemed serial for me.
I began my bad night by watching the news about a motorbike gangster in Bandung called Brigez jailed by local police for their murdering case. Four men, aged around 25, sat down in a court wearing kopiah and baju koko AND JUST got 4 years punishment because they KILLED A VISITOR FROM BALI! What a little time for a DEATH! Their mothers looked crying,swearing,begging, and blah blah blah, nearly falling down, to the judges for decreasing their sons' 'big punishment'. It known to be decreased from 6 years to be 4. God, Baby, it's pretty bombastic.

This cruel gangster, as another gangsters, liked to act wild and punk people around for showing their existence as a conqueror of Bandung streets. Bandung motorbike gangsters known to be the wildest because they have no doubt to beat everything and everyone they don't like. My friend, Budi Susilo, reported that in Bandung there was born many gangsters which never think first to hurt people, like pushing away people or common bikes near them, tourturing, rapping and so on. And this jailed gangster torturing a Balinese tourist waiting for taxi in Bandung without any reason. Then he known to be die. Tragic.

It must become scary if you watch the video. Brigez punched him, kicked him, had him naked, and beated, beated, punched, punched again, kicked, kept kicking with no mercy, and you know then. The victim died and they just got 4 years desperate?? And they dressed religious for showing their imaginary hospitality? Where's the justice?

Maybe you think I'm too hyper talking about a case that in fact there are many more hard criminal cases in this country. But for me, thought that watching criminal news was a big old wasting time, a case like this is a tragedy considering they did that JUST BEcauSE THEY WANT it! That's my point! At that time in my imagination appeared my brothers as the victim. It scared me so much thinking my brothers punked by a gangster with no mercy even having no fault. AND, my bestfriend Deavy, now lives in Bandung to study. As a new girl, treat always come and WISH GOD BLESS HER. It makes me realized that it's dangerous out there. Do you think the same?

Forgiven before Die

I was in a mass in Cathedral St. Mary last week. In his speech, the father said some touching words.

In a trip inside a plane, there was a technical error and the flight attendant informed that the plane had been going down. Automatically all of the passengers got mad and worried.

A man suddenly stood up and said, “Let’s pray to Santa Rita for our safe,” They all prayed and the plane still had been goin down about 1 km..

A woman stood up and said, “Let’s pray to Santo Titus for our safe,” They all prayed and the plane still had been goin down about 1 km..

And then, some people stood up and asked them the same thing but with different Saints. They all prayed and the plane still had been goin down about 1 km..

Suddenly, a man who sat on back stood up. He was a priest. She asked all of the passengers to follow his pray. All of them agreed and did that.

He prayed, “Our Father, thanks for our lives. If You want to take us, please take us, You have us. But before that, we just want to ask Your mercy. Forgive our sins. We regret that we used to betray Your kindness. You can punish us everything You want, so that we ask Your mercy.”

Unexpectedly, the plane fell down and crashed on the land.

Not happy ending, but make me think about that. It’s not about alive or die. Death comes rippin’ but you don’t have to be scare. You have to regret your sins and ask His mercy. Just it.

Actually, I’ve planned this project since last New Year. But, unfortunately, I was beaten by my own ridiculous mood. Okay, here we go..

Maria Yudithia B.H. a.k.a Madame Zombie a.k.a Simba Crew Presents…

FRIENDSAHOLIC, No Foe Just Poo

P.S.: I write it random. There is no rank.

Deavy Anggita Stefani Simanjuntak

FG Devil / Star of Concubines

Birthday : December, 31^st 1990

Origin : Batak, Boru Simanjuntak

Occupation : X-One Basketball Girl Team, Wonder Model, om2 servant

Eyes : “Green”

Interest : money, monkey, food

Idol : Stacey Ferguson, Septy Pakaxa, Mr. Edo

Have you ever seen a Turkish girl, sooooo skinny, tall, beauty but full of wound not in catwalk but in pedestrian, waiting some rich men? This is Deavy. Every man must keep their virgin and of course their money tightly when they meet this girl whenever wherever. She is a concubine whom you must keep your husband make out with.

Alright, alright, let’s go to her mom. Here she is.. Dormaida! But today she’s known as Fergie Fergalicious. Omigod, she’s so Dormalicious. She is such a scary lady at the first time. But, no worry, she’s so nice and friendly. Although she likes to order me job vacation (as a housemaid), but she always try to make us at home. She has a very very tight schedule in PTC Mall. Sinjuku Boutique is her second home. Hangin’ out is always being her style.

It’s time to Deavy.

I met her in 2002 at Xaverius 1 Junior High School for the first time. She was so cruel-faced and seemed want to spit everyone she met. I didn’t like her at all. She used to trigger any fight with other big ganks in the school. I’d never think to have friend like her AT ALL. But, we are destined to be friends. We joined basketball team and again, she used to make all of girls in the team want to beat her. However, time united us. I don’t know how we finally can be friends.

Deavy is very kind. She always tries to accept all of your condition. She seemed do what God said. She never mad at me although I’ve been so evil. She always listens to our heart. I hurt her easily, but she forgives me more easily.

However, one thing of her I really love is her religious life. Deavy never forgets praying and doing some church activities. She goes to the church about three times a week, doing some youth service and singing in a vocal group. And what’s the amazing one is, she never makes them second priority. She always asks God help whatever the condition.

She is one of my soul saviors. I’d ever been in a blackhole when I was 1^st grade in senior high school. I prayed but I used to question God why and why. It’s not about the mystery of the world of which we like to find out. But it’s about why I should believe Him. I went to the church every week but it’s just for make my parents happy. I didn’t understand why I must pray and glory Him. In fact I’ve grown up in a good Catholic family and I used to be active in church activity. But, yeah I’m human who fell easily. Riani and Deavy helped me at that time. Deavy advised me whenever I needed. She made me considered that I am nothing without Him. “Do you think you can play basketball with us now is not God’s work? Do you think you’ve grown up by yourself?” Yea, it’s just an example. Since that, I’ve been trying to back to the right way.

And one day, I’d involved in a discussion about religion with my friends. I and Quina like to find out why and how God do this God do that. And then, we talked with Falisa and Monique who like either. We talked and talked about everything till I felt bored. And suddenly Deavy talked to us, “It’s not important to question everything. Sometimes I get confuse about a lot of God’s work. But, it’s not about why and how. It’s not about finding the truth. The most important thing is believing Him. Believing that we would happy if we walk with Him will make us happy. Our brain isn’t genius enough to understand the truth. But we have other things of which we must concern. Try to use your soul, not only your ratio.”

It’s really touching (for me). Now, I still like to question everything. But, I’m trying to use my soul, like Deavy said. Thank you, Deav!

Frog Tragedy

Stop. Let it be the last in this week.

My father had sold our lovely cutest car in the world, the cream ‘frog’ VolksWagon. He is retired now therefore our family gonna be bankrupt if he didn’t sell anything. Unfortunately he sold it to Priska’s boy next door, Eldi, the ghostrider. He will drive it to school and I will feel riot. My father sold it because he had to spend a lot of money for taking care this old car and for paying the tax.

I cried a bit. This is kinda losing your lovely pet. I haven’t seen that for bout 5 hours and I miss it now.

My father bought this VW from our friends in Jakarta. We love it so much. Every time every where we ride this car, all of eyes catch us. Maybe it’s the most wonderful thing that my family had ever had. It’s cute, milky white, shiny, and forgettable. We had been with this car for about 10 years nevertheless I couldn’t say any goodbye. I have a lot of lovely memories with my father in this car. He used to pick me up from some activities in school, elementary school till junior high school. I used to ask him about some social and even scientific questions to him and he used to answer in very long explanation while he’s riding the car.

One day, I and my father went somewhere. In a traffic light we met a foreigner in his car and then he asked my father, “Are you a fan of Newcastle United?” He asked us because of a Newcastle United sticker in the window. And my father answered, “Yes, I like it,” And I just laughed at that time. I never forget about that moment.

And now, I lose those moments.

Daddy, you must know how much I love you and that car…

You all should see me cry while writing this blog.

Europe, here he goes...

I regret that I’ve forgotten bout him for months.

I regret that I’ve never visited him anymore.

I regret that I’ve tried to find other cool boys easily

I regret that I used to feel bored thinking bout him.

I regret that I wasn’t brave enough to greet him.

I regret that I’ve falling in love with him.

I regret that I’ve been sinful enough lovin’ him.

I regret that I met him.

I regret that I know him.

I hate that I love him so..