tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90799736220322407982024-02-19T22:59:13.397+07:00Hot Chocolate and Blues SongsEven a glass of hot chocolate and blues songs are miracles too!neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.comBlogger279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-29711700845525004132016-08-22T18:36:00.001+07:002016-08-22T18:42:25.309+07:00Happy First Wedding Anniv!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-7GJsDLIZbc3Iho2wV1xZv9A3rmPHQsz7voKVQJ650txbjX1AIJmRDTKTHblx0flfkPezzoXCUMt_8KnlMa-VrizWFui2YuZKDkPuBTLPKEeNy-8cwDxWpvcS7p-pUc3ACDB5LF0HyjE/s640/blogger-image--585081736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-7GJsDLIZbc3Iho2wV1xZv9A3rmPHQsz7voKVQJ650txbjX1AIJmRDTKTHblx0flfkPezzoXCUMt_8KnlMa-VrizWFui2YuZKDkPuBTLPKEeNy-8cwDxWpvcS7p-pUc3ACDB5LF0HyjE/s640/blogger-image--585081736.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Happy 1st wedding anniversary, baby! Now that we're 3, I wish for more joy, blessings, and memories in our little family years ahead. <div><br></div><div>Arkha & Mama love Papa.</div><div><br></div><div><b>Note</b>:<i> This pic was took in Bandung on our baby holiday at 4 am. Sleep tight, love!</i></div><div><br></div><div>A.N.A<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-13727127528312683902015-12-04T07:47:00.001+07:002016-08-22T18:39:18.237+07:00Life in 2015<i>Hi bloggy. Today's December 4th. </i>Gak kerasa ya, dari <i>weekdays</i> tiba-tiba udah <i>weekend</i>, dari <i>weekend</i> ke <i>weekend</i> tiba-tiba udah ganti bulan, eh tiba-tiba udah mau akhir tahun. <div><br></div><div>Tiba-tiba udah mau 2016.<div><br></div><div><i>2015 has been a year of change for me</i>. Mulai dari pindah 'jurusan kerjaan' dari produksi ke marketing, pindah status dari tunggal putri jadi ganda campuran, pindah rumah dari Ciledug ke Cibubur, trus pindah juga status dari <i>single</i> ke <i>someone's wife</i> jadi <i>soon mom-to-be</i>.</div><div><br></div><div><i>What a year.</i></div></div><div><br></div><div>Ngeliat ke belakang lagi, sepertinya waktu berjalan dengan sangat sangat cepat. Hal-hal keribetan menjelang pernikahan, tiba-tiba jadi kenangan manis. Hal-hal yang dulu menghantui pikiran seakan gak akan pernah berakhir, eh ternyata kadaluwarsa juga tuh. </div><div><br></div><div>Semua masalah besar atau kecil, <i>eventually, shall pass.</i> Nikmatilah. *ciye jurus bijaknya keluar*</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62v6Gcc4exykpDDZxOX9gPnpCA3Zgnn-fOqyRnHeISflDhCKKKaD08EIH6TtmEgEI0ZLLOeLs5-27pIoLwIMZzT3zpImDk4kNQ6ksTP-lp9JwIznBhckL_p4Du4MXIRfF_ZH_u6gs5mau/s640/blogger-image-1363877546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62v6Gcc4exykpDDZxOX9gPnpCA3Zgnn-fOqyRnHeISflDhCKKKaD08EIH6TtmEgEI0ZLLOeLs5-27pIoLwIMZzT3zpImDk4kNQ6ksTP-lp9JwIznBhckL_p4Du4MXIRfF_ZH_u6gs5mau/s640/blogger-image-1363877546.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIsGNdblpRQaNCN1h723A4bd2OHQ_nerXcoIHvKgGo2rOncSL5WhSXZyVhRbWerR7QzPd56kBoZsUDYWmjR82vOL2YKBuLf2um5wYXl5zRolD8bX6-plSM_TXm6idHdW-zPUeMmE2cjCi/s640/blogger-image--1514270287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIsGNdblpRQaNCN1h723A4bd2OHQ_nerXcoIHvKgGo2rOncSL5WhSXZyVhRbWerR7QzPd56kBoZsUDYWmjR82vOL2YKBuLf2um5wYXl5zRolD8bX6-plSM_TXm6idHdW-zPUeMmE2cjCi/s640/blogger-image--1514270287.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrIITkVVb8BYUuV8SApVQQT3SwpwbjGkjhNF3DLY5ZnBvBp7tTI6fmEA-D1mpaPqc2D3JEOX-QhblUoR6JnPdOlC4pDkLeK27_5WIQyzXDCndxhb63bpYLmPghZxv3_PSJqPU7w78aq7f/s640/blogger-image--492153313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrIITkVVb8BYUuV8SApVQQT3SwpwbjGkjhNF3DLY5ZnBvBp7tTI6fmEA-D1mpaPqc2D3JEOX-QhblUoR6JnPdOlC4pDkLeK27_5WIQyzXDCndxhb63bpYLmPghZxv3_PSJqPU7w78aq7f/s640/blogger-image--492153313.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbj4K591DW__m75ZL0-EguAOE3UsccLOEidfL-bTP8hVsNUFrNyOpFZhAQtclvmcLJtiVwKpOekh15RA9Uv_yHJEfUzpzJL4y4p5zmcO_-UwDZVPnyOBaTgzobyFG8CFXIBhZTd8DATM4/s640/blogger-image-262378280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbj4K591DW__m75ZL0-EguAOE3UsccLOEidfL-bTP8hVsNUFrNyOpFZhAQtclvmcLJtiVwKpOekh15RA9Uv_yHJEfUzpzJL4y4p5zmcO_-UwDZVPnyOBaTgzobyFG8CFXIBhZTd8DATM4/s640/blogger-image-262378280.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>2016 bakal jadi <i>another adventurous year. Since my due date will be on June 29th, well... </i>Kita lihat bakal jadi orang tua macam apa aku dan Akbar.</div><div><br></div><div>Drama-kah?</div><div><i>Oscar-winning-movie</i>-kah?</div><div>Komedi-kah?</div><div><br></div><div><i>Life after married? </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>So far so good. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>It's like you're having a 24/7 best-friend slash guardian slash partner in crime slash slapstick buddy slash f*ck buddy. And he's even there when you wake up or about to sleep. </i>Asik banget kan? Hahahaa!</div><div><br></div><div><i>Being a prego mom?</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Well, I'm not denying. It's scary, even now in my 15 weeks. Like, I don't know what am I going to do, to say as a mom. Am I good enough? Am I wise enough?</i></div><div><br></div><div>Tapi Allah gak mungkin menitipkan <i>this little bundle of joy,</i> secepat ini, kalo gak ada maksudnya kan? </div><div><br></div><div>Bukannya udah siap, tapi mungkin harus dipersiapkan sedini mungkin. <i>Well</i>, semangat bumil! </div><div><br></div><div>Tapi, satu hal yg aku rasakan sejak hamil. Kurang piknik! ðŸ˜</div><div><br></div><div>Yaudah, nanti ya, nak. Bareng kamu dan papa. Mungkin kalo udah lahir, atau mungkin kamu 5-6 bulan. Amin.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYW6dZwJ61l_6e9NtgUMjwvetbVkr_x5EMYr-PQzvevlaNX99JxXZYTzwTEuvjBqmBbF0zpI74HrA9TQoSLig1UaT7n5TgESdbc7-T2nY8OTNs11BTxmd76JpPHtl0zbiPp06VeAKExdDZ/s640/blogger-image--1027981463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYW6dZwJ61l_6e9NtgUMjwvetbVkr_x5EMYr-PQzvevlaNX99JxXZYTzwTEuvjBqmBbF0zpI74HrA9TQoSLig1UaT7n5TgESdbc7-T2nY8OTNs11BTxmd76JpPHtl0zbiPp06VeAKExdDZ/s640/blogger-image--1027981463.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i>Love</i>,</div><div>NR</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-5181246434587252632015-08-04T07:43:00.001+07:002015-12-04T07:18:47.005+07:00Yogyakarta's Must Try FoodsIt's been more than a year since updating the blog. Lot things happened, of course. And it's 3 weeks to the day I convert my last name to Subekti.<div><br></div><div>Well, practically we're Indonesians don't change our last name, but still my nickname will automatically change to Ibu Akbar in our neighbourhood. Lol.</div><div><br></div><div>Last weekend, I'm going to Yogyakarta for two days. For medical reason actually. But that's not what I'm gonna say this time. And I'm supposed to go with my mom, but in the last minutes my old-man got sick, so she decided to stay. And there I was solo traveling to Yogyakarta.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And Yogyakarta on August...is crowded, man! Seriously. Good thing is I don't go to the temples, beaches, kraton, or else like Goa Pindul and others 'hipster'-not-so-hipster places. It must be packed out there.</div><div><br></div><div>Actually, at the first time I feel like staying in the hotel for the whole time, but while re-think of it, why not a random trip? I've rented a car, with a driver. And it's even more pricey than the hotel. So, with a little research and nostalgic memory... Here I go!</div><div><br></div><div><b>First place: JEJAMURAN</b></div><div>For those whose a vegetarian, this is the right place. Because, like its name, their 90% of menu consists of mushroom (or jamur in Bahasa) as their main ingredient. Not the magic one (duh!) and it's super great! A taste of Indonesia and it's even organic! Yum! And the price is from about Rp 10,000 to Rp 20,000 (less than 1-2 dollars) per menu. I know, right?!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC2UaT7rHCVksWuQhyFd9lMK_Pu5VjbnB25ooRc_43EDPmAGsuv-y3YhHwLDDRtggEImq17cruH_OxDuYHXElc9Ad3ckR6qbdlmq61rZkJ6N66iUpBpEnQuv20GUAmQxfi0A-4keZlnE0/s640/blogger-image-1654167035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC2UaT7rHCVksWuQhyFd9lMK_Pu5VjbnB25ooRc_43EDPmAGsuv-y3YhHwLDDRtggEImq17cruH_OxDuYHXElc9Ad3ckR6qbdlmq61rZkJ6N66iUpBpEnQuv20GUAmQxfi0A-4keZlnE0/s640/blogger-image-1654167035.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpjmO8q0MAA4VVOfadjw9EhVydg-Lwoq_a5Q460-bDRgsxSh1cN48QtV7rRoEjy_73bxOJNvbPNv6SdCJd4jmhWELbb75_xPZO8XrRccW-rTzScXL73BEQQ31-vdw_OXTeMc7nwNsYIsF/s640/blogger-image-870723132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpjmO8q0MAA4VVOfadjw9EhVydg-Lwoq_a5Q460-bDRgsxSh1cN48QtV7rRoEjy_73bxOJNvbPNv6SdCJd4jmhWELbb75_xPZO8XrRccW-rTzScXL73BEQQ31-vdw_OXTeMc7nwNsYIsF/s640/blogger-image-870723132.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Caption</b>: I ordered Sate Jamur and Tongseng Jamur with Lime Squash. Totally recommended. And it went straight to the tummy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Second Place: Ullen Sentalu</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's not the newest place at all. But if you're a museum or culture-trip person, than this is your place. It's actually a private museum. For about 1 hour you'll be showed and told about the entire Central Javanese royal history. But you have to pay Rp 30,000 (less than 3 dollars) for the entrance fee, and it's include Wedang Ratu Mas (it's a royal drink and it's believe to make you forever young.) Totally worth it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the view! I don't know what to call it. It's ancient, modern, vintage, and edgy all at the same time. You are prohibited to take pictures in most of the area, but the tour guide will tell you when you could stick out the camera. </div><div><br></div><div>My favourite place: The restaurant. Still can't forget the aura. And you should go there by the afternoon 3-5 pm (the museum close by 4 pm, but the resto is open till night) I think it's the best time since you could see the sunset and it all turned golden-ish. Beautiful! And don't forget to visit the souvenir shop. There are some beautiful Batik clothes you won't see in anywhere else. The price: Rp 300,000 - Rp 1,000,000 (less than 30-100 dollars), and it's super edgy and super gorgeous!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYniOwD8mSSeA7IQnyQuhxFX0OFub8q74JhsZEeNL95XjRNCOoE-S-IdFaxBIN2Dl2zFk6algAfIugyNUKWEKBmaNo7lU5SZ9fKez6d37cZjv-VsyWBqiX_x1BanNnzbX-xfBQ6YE7buZn/s640/blogger-image--580190210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYniOwD8mSSeA7IQnyQuhxFX0OFub8q74JhsZEeNL95XjRNCOoE-S-IdFaxBIN2Dl2zFk6algAfIugyNUKWEKBmaNo7lU5SZ9fKez6d37cZjv-VsyWBqiX_x1BanNnzbX-xfBQ6YE7buZn/s640/blogger-image--580190210.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3H5Mk9wqUfEuy-5DDQDTQbMKFQEpO6ddhUDEf2IHwkDggKJKImZtckOTM6jR_1ZrSo8-zbhVEIul0fnz-DoUSyrfum6W6IZUkd3LJg-EZHFLRITG2gOIocWgRlTRNxJtp_-Xjbjjbqkk/s640/blogger-image-1398928783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3H5Mk9wqUfEuy-5DDQDTQbMKFQEpO6ddhUDEf2IHwkDggKJKImZtckOTM6jR_1ZrSo8-zbhVEIul0fnz-DoUSyrfum6W6IZUkd3LJg-EZHFLRITG2gOIocWgRlTRNxJtp_-Xjbjjbqkk/s640/blogger-image-1398928783.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD8HeYTVcArbuveWn40IB5AH2Ci0UF3XHsD6Yo_GSyDi7EtWfonGJLjFatx2wCaJgMjdku3XS3usJSKYSALacotJXZphGororr4GkuNjVRm2XzE1x32Hh2arWA2q1gfuE5tsuIZVDuG_S/s640/blogger-image-1146508655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD8HeYTVcArbuveWn40IB5AH2Ci0UF3XHsD6Yo_GSyDi7EtWfonGJLjFatx2wCaJgMjdku3XS3usJSKYSALacotJXZphGororr4GkuNjVRm2XzE1x32Hh2arWA2q1gfuE5tsuIZVDuG_S/s640/blogger-image-1146508655.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjit5PFQyHsZwON_PuC46pLkqvccWQZT8AXmcc1g47jp84jp555M2lH5aqmDAPhr43Lsk5Uy90YaQfmCZGD0kebR_9w6wZASwXp8mcQm7hFRVRyqn28i5FMCdQrL94XGe53VY_i4jLFD5NS/s640/blogger-image-1591664125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjit5PFQyHsZwON_PuC46pLkqvccWQZT8AXmcc1g47jp84jp555M2lH5aqmDAPhr43Lsk5Uy90YaQfmCZGD0kebR_9w6wZASwXp8mcQm7hFRVRyqn28i5FMCdQrL94XGe53VY_i4jLFD5NS/s640/blogger-image-1591664125.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq2s0X9IqBoq3js4DRy-lxLKfAms7VezRhV8uxsbFr413T27xkLVow8XfnF7vNBvbiGN4N53tSCnMr8YQIo9ZOaVb0tGlpNSkv4KLVyNNk5GhyphenhyphenZtj-CCTm7NjihgXIUxt1oF7EQDrPwtk/s640/blogger-image-128413061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq2s0X9IqBoq3js4DRy-lxLKfAms7VezRhV8uxsbFr413T27xkLVow8XfnF7vNBvbiGN4N53tSCnMr8YQIo9ZOaVb0tGlpNSkv4KLVyNNk5GhyphenhyphenZtj-CCTm7NjihgXIUxt1oF7EQDrPwtk/s640/blogger-image-128413061.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRw0I80uXPUvnnRJdw540ReSGc1QiGa-RN66O9FiN3d_wv7u1An49aJv0shf1ooXFvI1NCHFyx_zjZGQfAgIVmtrRb1qYXPjkEY842PUdfRKVWGGkWAQCaTXhh9FhSVFTixxV2aZCaY1Y/s640/blogger-image-1127053442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRw0I80uXPUvnnRJdw540ReSGc1QiGa-RN66O9FiN3d_wv7u1An49aJv0shf1ooXFvI1NCHFyx_zjZGQfAgIVmtrRb1qYXPjkEY842PUdfRKVWGGkWAQCaTXhh9FhSVFTixxV2aZCaY1Y/s640/blogger-image-1127053442.jpg"></a></div></div><div><b>Caption</b>: I ordered Nachos and Panna Cotta. Heaven!</div><div><br></div><div>It is the sweetest, quickest random trip I've ever had in Yogyakarta. For those who happened to have a solo trip, and don't know where to go... Or even a first-timer to Indonesia (or Yogyakarta) who wants to try some Indonesian local delicacies. Try to google this...</div><div>- Mie Kadin (Javanese noodles with yummy chicken broth)</div><div>- Bakpia Kurnia Sari (Yogyakarta special cake-like, try cheese or green tea one)</div><div>- Gudeg Yu Djum Pusat Selokan Mataram (it's not valid to visit Yogyakarta before you try this.)</div><div><br></div><div>Totally worth it!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Ney.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-17139828656367192842014-09-28T23:13:00.001+07:002014-09-28T23:13:30.635+07:00Twenty-SixYesterday, I was turning 26.<br />
Exactly, 26 years old.<br />
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Jujur, sebenernya setengah gak percaya, setengahnya lagi agak menyangkal. Hahaha.<br />
Twenty-six is a lil bit late twenties, right.<br />
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To be exactly, 26 of my existence life I feel like I haven't done anything yet. But if I must say, Alhamdulillah ya Rabb, I've been blessed no matter what. Have a wonderful boyfriend, to love and to be loved, have a so-much-better job, working our ass off reaching our goal to have our little dream house. And to be honest, even in my dream I couldn't imagine life could be this great. <br />
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Dan belum berhenti sampai di situ.<br />
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Daya imajinasiku yang cukup pas-pasan ini sebenarnya tidak pernah menuntut apapun. Maka waktu hari itu terjadi, I didn't expect anything. As simple as I could spend our quality time together. That's it.<br />
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And then there he was...<br />
Sitting in front of me and made me close my eyes.<br />
And then he took it out. And I opened my eyes...<br />
(Gosh, I still can't help my heart when writing this)<br />
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And he said it.<br />
The magic words.<br />
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I guessed I was flying over the moon.<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
If i didn’t have you then what will become of me ?<br />
If i had never have you girl, how would my life be<br />
Would i be the same? If i’d be loving another name<br />
Would i stay untamed? Would there be any aim?<br />
So whom i will be<br />
-Daniel Sahuleka- </blockquote>
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<span class="st">Fiancée</span><br />
A word I never thought of before.<br />
And it's before my eyes now.<br />
<br />
Twenty-six.<br />
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Ney.neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-17516921159793826692014-09-06T13:45:00.002+07:002014-09-06T13:46:00.293+07:00New School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Welcoming my new school. Bismillah.</div>
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neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-36869859967395470532014-08-22T20:04:00.001+07:002014-08-23T00:52:10.577+07:00A Goodbye<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Just wanna update an important step of my carreer life. Pretty much since 3 years I've been in a same company, doing the same thing, deal with the same person. And, one phone call a week ago changed everything.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I never been offered something important, particularly a job. Even from small company. That day, with their biggest name in TV & movie industry, they called me to offer something I can't resist. Because that's what I really wanted from a year ago. Yes, dreams do come true.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I said yes. But right in the moment, I felt scared, doubt, sad, and everything. But still, I said yes.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Then I remembered all of my friends I have here in my old office. Their gags, jokes, dirty jokes, goofiness, clumsiness, randomness, friendships. Irreplaceable. They probably think it's easy for me to leave. They just don't know. I will miss all of this. :(</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">So here I am, trying to make great memories in a month. So when I leave, they only remember good ones of mine. I remembered everyone's birthday and make a sweet surprise plan to them, because when my birthday comes in the end of September, I won't be here anymore. And probably my new friends haven't known it yet. So yeah, I feel like I'm dying, but the thing is, it feels pretty much the same.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Some peoples say "work-universe is cruel, you won't get any true friends or nice bosses at the office." Wrong. I had one.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Viva forever, RT Podjok. We'll meet again, sure. Trust yourself. You are all worthy, even if those-sucks-HRD-guys didn't say so.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Cheers,</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Neysa</p><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2L_H2xC2VOB__it0WjL_HdSuaEj3A8Ib98mHhA28W9RH52Rq2xsljksZT_-EabwoNKCtPY07Qk13tlnxeWSrWtTkqUCwsDYgT32mzv9-_FCpEDX1XaLSKBGukCHB04UZYlSWEvaPmGQq/s640/blogger-image-524077297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2L_H2xC2VOB__it0WjL_HdSuaEj3A8Ib98mHhA28W9RH52Rq2xsljksZT_-EabwoNKCtPY07Qk13tlnxeWSrWtTkqUCwsDYgT32mzv9-_FCpEDX1XaLSKBGukCHB04UZYlSWEvaPmGQq/s640/blogger-image-524077297.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcDKUxmByYgtzijrV1Aml_pwVEBD1MVMDbE3YjyyPLMpmbpzwE2NiOXWPJXzQgMJy6DsjVY17DOpq9yOk5C5rMEqd3sKyo7EiCmm2Rggf6JHxdgE61m2ZfHBFKkzK4CNpwL6gv7Mo0LHE/s640/blogger-image--423717250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcDKUxmByYgtzijrV1Aml_pwVEBD1MVMDbE3YjyyPLMpmbpzwE2NiOXWPJXzQgMJy6DsjVY17DOpq9yOk5C5rMEqd3sKyo7EiCmm2Rggf6JHxdgE61m2ZfHBFKkzK4CNpwL6gv7Mo0LHE/s640/blogger-image--423717250.jpg"></a></div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-41121884255958823512014-05-12T01:48:00.001+07:002014-05-12T01:48:58.095+07:00Love Letter #1Dear my future kids,<div><br></div><div>Hi, kiddos. Today is 1 day after international mom's day. I will be 26 this year, and no, I haven't married yet. So it's still kinda long way to go before I have you.</div><div><br></div><div>I know being mom is quite something. Though I'm sure I'll do it my best, still I know at some point I will let you down, disappointed you. I guess make everyone happy is impossible, right?</div><div><br></div><div>But, let me promise you something in the middle of the night, 12th of may, 2014. Someday, when I have you, I will make sure of me to try my very best to bring your very best out. And I swear not to make you feel, even little, less loved by me. Because when I do have you, I will love love love you. Very much.</div><div><br></div><div>So, I guess, until we meet then.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>With Love,</div><div>Your Future-Mom</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-5172837613058941872014-04-29T11:30:00.001+07:002014-04-29T11:34:24.194+07:00This PhaseYou'll know you're gonna pass the 'single-phase' in an exact second online stores don't have any of your interest anymore, cute shoes lose their flirting-side, branded bags even don't seem like important anymore. <div><br></div><div>And you're interested more in financial management issues, house interior designs, furnitures & home-appliances seem more appealing, or instead of going to the Cinema 21, you prefer going to Ace Hardware or Informa.</div><div><br></div><div>And those 'sacrifices' you're doing, you're doing it with pleasures.</div><div><br></div><div>Well, I'm not trying to generalizing others.</div><div>But, that phase of my life is happening right now.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>God, guide us. Be brave.</div><div>Neysa Rismalina</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-75602980697701578362014-04-12T23:13:00.001+07:002014-04-12T23:13:47.711+07:00When A Thing Leads to AnotherPeople said a picture could pictured many things inside.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-ydxN2cBx9tiMsURewo9FzOcphrgskhTK4qGMcuCoasZ0BEAwEqUbJgjLfednkaBnQado1BhmmN2LWxR27Xew7wTJxiHqSwl8_119n_IqGyemljWVxianNM07D9EkY27zLr7_40X5UDN/s640/blogger-image--2083784543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-ydxN2cBx9tiMsURewo9FzOcphrgskhTK4qGMcuCoasZ0BEAwEqUbJgjLfednkaBnQado1BhmmN2LWxR27Xew7wTJxiHqSwl8_119n_IqGyemljWVxianNM07D9EkY27zLr7_40X5UDN/s640/blogger-image--2083784543.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N_Oj0xO1YmbcAPbB427uBezPBIzxOdQMgBVK3MjENVWUZURQsCOn736kmeG69sH-oL2IDNsdhwi3o_NFnYk3cNNSCMZjzhIIcePF5M_iis1Z23_Pi9CMy_nn2tbb5ORTsVmUFPgvbZbS/s640/blogger-image--1912628520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N_Oj0xO1YmbcAPbB427uBezPBIzxOdQMgBVK3MjENVWUZURQsCOn736kmeG69sH-oL2IDNsdhwi3o_NFnYk3cNNSCMZjzhIIcePF5M_iis1Z23_Pi9CMy_nn2tbb5ORTsVmUFPgvbZbS/s640/blogger-image--1912628520.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpckRNWKBKXUeIbt5N9D8Ud2-bO-cT3hZVaRHsT-yFaQy4w2kEP-Wv6kONGpDJyqZKFmQjXUil7RxgI8yFN389_LeXs8zO1857lCpIpK5R9UFnIygbdbiQWHhQR82OLJ7Seee0cX1ing7/s640/blogger-image-696328788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpckRNWKBKXUeIbt5N9D8Ud2-bO-cT3hZVaRHsT-yFaQy4w2kEP-Wv6kONGpDJyqZKFmQjXUil7RxgI8yFN389_LeXs8zO1857lCpIpK5R9UFnIygbdbiQWHhQR82OLJ7Seee0cX1ing7/s640/blogger-image-696328788.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvD0ZXbKDIgc__SXAMDbpzk_u2jHqyLGXmwA-uZChh3xr0qphOdaF6bvBVtLLD2XPNc0ubREoPhCinsnvjFfxMT-uXEMOmU_1wMgueAfft2rMwyANxMKgYBObKhNuOu-aQyDOSC_EqrgH1/s640/blogger-image--1283182635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvD0ZXbKDIgc__SXAMDbpzk_u2jHqyLGXmwA-uZChh3xr0qphOdaF6bvBVtLLD2XPNc0ubREoPhCinsnvjFfxMT-uXEMOmU_1wMgueAfft2rMwyANxMKgYBObKhNuOu-aQyDOSC_EqrgH1/s640/blogger-image--1283182635.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>These are few of much memories that left behind in Bali. And they will always remind me of stepping stones Allah gave to me. Even in my wildest dream, I never thought I could experience something like this.</div><div><br></div><div>Alhamdulillah... </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Bismillah,</div><div>Neysa Rismalina</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-40743737375057857032014-04-08T00:54:00.001+07:002014-04-08T00:55:07.133+07:00Rezeki Bukan Putri....yang Bisa TertukarHi.<div><br></div><div>Awal 2014 (sampai dengan April) dalam hidup gue, mungkin jika dibandingkan dengan timeline kehidupan di bumi, mirip dengan 'Dark Ages' alias 'Masa-masa Kegelapan'. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Mungkin isi otak gue ibarat European culture yang lagi stagnan dan kehilangan kreativitasnya. Entahlah. Kelam aja gitu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Beberapa minggu yang lalu, gue terpaksa (dipaksa) bedrest sama dokter. Alasannya agak memalukan sebetulnya... Katanya fisik gue menunjukkan gejala depresi. Men, gue tuh terlihat seperti selemah-lemahnya manusia, tau ga sih. Hahaha.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Anyway, tapi setelah diteliti. Well, gue tau sebabnya. Apalagi kalo bukan masalah pekerjaan. Mulai dari workload segunung, dengan kurangnya SDM, sampe THE F* DRAMA. (sorry for the words, I just can't help it, lol.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Berawal dari sini, berujung ke dompet. Well, jujur aja gue merasa pekerjaan ini sudah menyita waktu gue, kehidupan sosial gue, emosi dan segala perasaan gue, dan sekarang berujung di fisik gue. Menurut gue, ketika lo harus 'mengorbankan' kehidupan pribadi lo untuk pekerjaan, it's not healthy anymore, guys.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">That's why gue mulai merasa gak worth it. Terutama drama & politiknya sih, hahaha. Gue pun yakin, di setiap kantor pasti ada begininya. Tapi yang gue gak yakin adalah apakah dramanya segininya juga. Well... Secara ini kantor pertama sejak kelulusan gue.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Gue pun mulai mencari 'sampingan'. Sebenarnya, alasan pertama bukan karena duitnya (walaupun itu penting banget juga, hahaha), tapi yang paling penting adalah 'sampingan' gue as a photographer ini is my new getaway. Dimana di satu sisi, fotografi adalah obat waras gue, dan sisi lain gue bisa nambah pengalaman dengan dibayar. What else could be more fun than that?</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Well, sampailah pada minggu ini gue dapet job ke Bali dari salah satu teman gue yang sekarang kerja di salah satu TV internasional yang ada di Jakarta. Gue di-hire jadi event photographer-nya. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Seneng lah. Ke Bali, gratis, mewah, dibayar lagi. Alhamdulillah...</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Tapi bukan itu intinya. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Di satu sore ini, di sela-sela pemotretan, gue sama si teman gue ini tetiba kelaperan. Setelah mengikuti keinginan dia yang mau ke Domino's, berangkatlah kita...</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Tapi waktu sampe di sana, randomly gue ngeliat Burger King dan jadi pengen beli. Akhirnya gue dan teman gue ini pun belok arah. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Gak disangka, di dalem Burger King ada yang manggil gue...</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">"Neysa, ya? Inget gue ga? Zia.."</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Gosh. Zia ini adalah teman SMA gue yang gak pernah gue liat atau kedengeran lagi kabarnya SEJAK lulus SMA. Gokil ga tuh? </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Ternyata doi jadi store manager di situ. Gokil ya... Gue pun amazed atas prestasi dia, yang udah jadi manager di umur gue gini, yang mana gue masih jadi cungpret. Anyway, tau dia jawab apa?</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">"Duh gue malah ngiri sama lo, fotografer udah bisa keliling Bali gratis, nginep di hotel mewah segala.. Gue cuma begini."</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">DEG. Gue merasa gue gak bersyukur.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I believe every-single-thing is happened for reasons. Dan menurut gue, pertemuan macam ini, terlalu aneh untuk disebut sebagai 'coincidence'. Ya gak sih? </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Allah listened every-single-word you say in your pray. Dan dia menjawab semua gejala depresi, kegelisahan, kesedihan, keputus-asaan gue ini with a little 'coincidence' sweet meeting and a simple line from a very old friend.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Bahwa manusia itu, selalu merasa dirinya paling menderita. Dan mereka sendiri yang membuat diri mereka sendiri tidak bahagia.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Dan bahwa, rezeki itu tidak akan pernah bisa tertukar. Bagaimanapun caranya.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">"</font><span style="text-align: justify; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ya Allah, jika rezekiku masih di langit, turunkanlah. Dan jika di dalam bumi, keluarkanlah. J</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ika sukar, permudahkanlah. Jika haram, sucikanlah. Dan jika jauh, dekatkanlah."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Keep the faith,</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Neysa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2tz4MX1O_AaTtj985_AZvOhxb0gPShyphenhyphenZd_BGQoCgqjRIjbcnNuFbouhu00ltrhnfA-4uzDbT8dJXAiRcO1EayJI6lYtzB2jMs-dsOXmaUyFnXBdaJSzgAznoTufWARAsgqouIn3avH3-/s640/blogger-image--1615832517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2tz4MX1O_AaTtj985_AZvOhxb0gPShyphenhyphenZd_BGQoCgqjRIjbcnNuFbouhu00ltrhnfA-4uzDbT8dJXAiRcO1EayJI6lYtzB2jMs-dsOXmaUyFnXBdaJSzgAznoTufWARAsgqouIn3avH3-/s640/blogger-image--1615832517.jpg"></a></div>(my gigantic room in Bali, and it's free.)</span></div></span></div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-51002484403961961842014-03-03T07:17:00.001+07:002014-03-03T07:18:18.065+07:00Don't Lose Faith YetNgerti banget sih, di dunia ini nggak ada yang namanya kebetulan. And I believe, Allah SWT had a greater plan for me. <div><br></div><div>Ada banyak hal yang terjadi recently. Till I find myself this morning, wondering... Allah sayang banget sama saya. Hal-hal yang selama ini menjadi ketakutan saya, dibuktikan oleh-Nya with a simple, "you don't have to worry, anymore..."</div><div><br></div><div>Bahkan ketika saya alpha.</div><div><br></div><div>Tapi namanya manusia... </div><div><br></div><div>"What if" itu racun. Barusan iseng browsing facebook dan menemukan teman-teman zaman kuliah dan SMA. Wow! Facebook itu bukti nyata how life could change us. Mulai dari yang menikah, punya anak yang lucu-lucu, sampai nerusin kuliah di luar negeri dan punya pacar bule, atau yang ikut suaminya ke luar negeri dan berkarier di sana.</div><div><br></div><div>Padahal dulu sekolahnya bareng lho...</div><div><br></div><div>Ngiri banget.</div><div><br></div><div>Mengingatkan mimpi-mimpi besar yang dulu pernah saya punya juga. </div><div><br></div><div>Berkaca...</div><div><br></div><div>Allah memang sayang banget sama saya. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hal-hal yang selama ini menjadi ketakutan saya, dibuktikan oleh-Nya with a simple, "you don't have to worry, anymore..."</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Dia tidak memberi apa yang saya ingin. Tapi secara nggak sadar, Dia memberi apa yang saya minta. Hal-hal yang jika sekarang saya pikir dengan logika... Nggak mungkin banget. Even in my biggest and surreal dreams. Sekarang beneran jadi kenyataan.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Allah memang sayang banget sama saya. Dia mengganti pengalaman yang ingin saya dapatkan dengan pengalaman lain yang nggak kalah hebatnya. Or I believe it so...</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience." -Paulo Coelho-</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Don't lose faith yet,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Neysa</span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlP7V8RGh7559zToH09uZNYMR0RpEbNMkfIEkeW4ODawzhmlDuFw5CsnUv8fPqEfRn0uURFxnhItJUt1Ku94kb0YO52ayOLJxQFCQSYR_1kalfrwvl1G-dzavlVVrtenqZUpoMayQ-1mRv/s640/blogger-image-684399537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlP7V8RGh7559zToH09uZNYMR0RpEbNMkfIEkeW4ODawzhmlDuFw5CsnUv8fPqEfRn0uURFxnhItJUt1Ku94kb0YO52ayOLJxQFCQSYR_1kalfrwvl1G-dzavlVVrtenqZUpoMayQ-1mRv/s640/blogger-image-684399537.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One fine morning at Grand Palace.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-64911983365047606872013-09-21T23:02:00.001+07:002013-09-21T23:02:43.853+07:00Alhamdulillah... Bismillah.Setelah lama nggak ngepost, sebenernya aku nggak tau harus mulai dari mana. But at this point, I feel like God really hears all of my prayers. And, I mean all of them.<div><br></div><div>Thank God for all the pains, failures, and downs. Because I realized that there's greater God above those. Percayalah, Allah itu ada. Dia mendengar. Every little single thing.</div><div><br></div><div>Keep the faith, and make it bigger.</div><div><br></div><div>Neysa</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>P.s: I can't say a lot yet, but this is a lil teaser. It's ours. :)</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoMtdqEko7yUXQZ1QTojZdGeQdQ_cUP1ioWhPOoKLstK9hLq7PerG12ruDUAJnzFS_60UxHcvubd32aS-5-M-YoN8Yje3S0Tu4_7xsH2D_liXMW4eGiv39Pzu_bAE-pVpaqNImKe56h1P/s640/blogger-image--901202769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoMtdqEko7yUXQZ1QTojZdGeQdQ_cUP1ioWhPOoKLstK9hLq7PerG12ruDUAJnzFS_60UxHcvubd32aS-5-M-YoN8Yje3S0Tu4_7xsH2D_liXMW4eGiv39Pzu_bAE-pVpaqNImKe56h1P/s640/blogger-image--901202769.jpg"></a></div></div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com1Tangerang Tangerang-6.236608 106.723723tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-30798579044013863732012-10-30T23:56:00.001+07:002012-10-30T23:56:07.378+07:00skema kosmik alam semestaStrangers - Met each other - Become friends - Bestfriend - More than bestfriend, but not committed yet - Friendzoned - Friendzoned - Committed - Couple - Fairytale - Being dragged down to reality - Welcome to the reality - Break up - Strangers.<br />
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Oh life...neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-22219154113624933132012-10-25T16:33:00.001+07:002012-10-25T16:33:57.655+07:00just sayingwhy i can't fall in love easily just like anyone else? just fall without any thoughts of getting hurt, and being tied up by stranger i don't know.<br />
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just saying.neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-47794998675395285332012-09-01T00:42:00.003+07:002012-09-01T00:46:02.939+07:00girls can dreamReally, sir?<br />
In the middle of my craziness into you, is it really really necessary to wear that hot 3/4 sleeves baseball shirt today (or yesterday)?! And made my day heavenly. :P<br />
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Hahaha<br />
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So, this guy I always mention in the blog is just another iseng-iseng kok. Buat yang kemarin repot-repot nanya lewat LINE. No no no. For going further is a big NO. Tapi lumayan lah kalo buat lucu-lucuan, biar ada yang seger-seger manis lewat di depan mata tiap hari aja. Hahaha. Gimana sih, kayak zaman SMA, pernah nggak sih ngecengin cowok satu buat barengan? Nah, bedanya ini buat sendiri. :P<br />
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Why? Why not?<br />
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Karena dia berbahaya.<br />
<i>*ahee bahasa guee...*</i><br />
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Tapi emang orangnya good looking, pintar, charming because of his passion. Tipe-tipe clumsy, tapi kalo udah in his thing jadi detail dan serius luar biasa. I adore those attitudes.<br />
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Girls can dream, right.<br />
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Good night, fellas!<br />
I'm giving you bonus...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mas Jake Gyllenhaal kesayangan akuh pake kacamata.</td></tr>
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<b>Sumber</b>: Google.com<br />
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<b>Neysa</b><br />
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<b>Ps</b>. Oh iya, nggak sengaja nemu blog <a href="http://guyswithglasses.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">ini</a>. Buat yang suka cowok-cowok nerd boleh dibuka. :Pneycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-57520496361714598302012-08-30T00:30:00.000+07:002012-08-30T00:35:14.497+07:00mister navy shirt and geek look with super cute haircut<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hi mister... Yea you, mr. looking-good-with-those-nerd-attributes! ;P</td></tr>
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And so, there was me at the parking lot, lagi ngantuk-ngantuknya, dan tampang seada-adanya lengkap dengan bad hair day, dengan 'Wednesday Slow Machine' di salah satu radio jadi soundtracknya, siap-siap mau pulang. Baru jalan beberapa meter, and there he was. Walking on the street looking good.<br />
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<b>Expectation:</b><br />
"Heei mas... Pulang duluan yaa.." Dengan suara serak-serak seksi mirip-mirip Raisa, dan angin membelai-belai rambut dengan gerakan slow motion. Looking cool, and dressed well (semacam pake casual/cocktail dress).<br />
Dia yang berjalan menunduk, kepalanya terangkat, kemudian sambil tersenyum dengan mata teduh di balik kacamatanya, "Eh, Neysa.. Iya hati-hati yaa... Love you!" With a little blow kiss. Still slow motion.<br />
"Iyaa... Love you too..." me answered him with another little blow kiss.<br />
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Kemudian, bunga-bunga dan dedaunan berjatuhan, dengan latar belakang sunset.<br />
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<b>Reality:</b><br />
"Mas *****! Pulang!" Saking nervousnya, yang keluar malah teriak. Rada ambigu antara ngasih kabar atau nodong. Angin sialan itu dengan hebatnya nambah-nambahin bikin poni keramat jadi belah tengah. Niatnya sih sambil ngasih klakson-klakson centil yang cuma *tin!*, tapi karena nervous jadi agak sedikit lebih panjang. Oke, agak panjangan. Plus dadah-dadah penuh semangat. Wearing those cargo and tee with a 'WTF' letters on it, looking far from womanly.<br />
Antara jantungan dan takut ditodong, dia cuma senyum kaget sambil dadah balik, "yaa..."<br />
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Dan, nggak ada blow kisses, slow motions, atau daun/bunga berjatuhan. *yaiyalah menurut lo, dengan penampakan gue yang belah tengah aduhai ini dan mata-panda-muka-seada-adanya, dengan style preman palmerah masih bisa dramatis? Udah bagus yang ditegor nggak stroke mendadak.*<br />
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Benar kata orang,<br />
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<b>"Expectation is the root of all heartache."</b></blockquote>
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<b>Ps</b>. He looked sharp and charming, by the way. Nice effort, sir, nice effort.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dear God, do You mind if I have one like this? Please... ;P</td></tr>
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<b>Neysa</b><br />
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*Sumber foto: Google.comneycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-16823700279418298192012-08-23T14:56:00.000+07:002012-08-23T15:03:05.549+07:00Lebaran Hari Ke-5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lapor,<br />
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Lebaran hari ke-5, masih nggak ada kerjaan. Secara masih banyak yang belum masuk. Tapi lumayan laah, manager, dan beberapa kucing besar sudah masuk.<br />
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Tikus-tikus tidak bisa berpesta lagi, Jenderal.<br />
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<i>Anyway</i>, aku udah masuk kantor sejak lebaran hari ke-3. Kebayang nggak sih, lebaran hari ke-3, kantor udah kayak kuburan. Yang masuk nggak nyampe 10 orang. Dan, kemungkinan hingga akhir minggu situasi diperkirakan masih kondusif. Oh iya, bagi yang nggak tau, setiap hari kamis, di kantor emang '<i>Uniform Day</i>'. Untungnya nggak kayak TV tetangga yang seragam-an tiap hari dan harus pake celana bahan, kita boleh dong pake apa aja, yang penting ada seragamnya. Hari kamis malah jadi semacam '<i>fashion day</i>'. Ngooook.<br />
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Hey-ho, hari ini aku bertemu bapak itu. Baru buka pintu, dia nengok, "Eh, Neysa..."<i> with his cute new hair cut</i>. Emang aslinya udah ganteng bahkan dengan rambut agak panjang, potong rambut pendek jadi makin ganteng. (Oke, repetisi di kata 'ganteng'..) Aku cuma jawab "Eh, mas..." bahkan lupa minal minul saking <i>speechless</i>-nya. Hahaha.<br />
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Selingan doang, nggak apa-apa lah ya, biar semangat ngantor. Kalo buat diseriusin mah bahaya yang model gitu.<br />
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Sekian. Laporan selesai.<br />
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Neysaneycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-70036191858533955382012-08-22T17:19:00.001+07:002012-10-21T07:03:12.061+07:00Blogku Dibajak Makhluk Berpipi Gembil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowS-wL7lO4TVL7Q2iY9SBQd18FsYObGWgXfLBWD78PJi1iyHk1HaswMPWRP2teGVozlVMdYyekQXPxSYsMX3NTtYYJSWZE8M8qh1iV9AHfQCGafjkG5kDC6DYg38afNB4BvmCNXIiupFq/s1600/IMG_9806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowS-wL7lO4TVL7Q2iY9SBQd18FsYObGWgXfLBWD78PJi1iyHk1HaswMPWRP2teGVozlVMdYyekQXPxSYsMX3NTtYYJSWZE8M8qh1iV9AHfQCGafjkG5kDC6DYg38afNB4BvmCNXIiupFq/s320/IMG_9806.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-galign: center;">Photographed by: @AlfianRusli</div><br />
Namaku Ibrahim, tapi biasa dipanggil Himhim. Keponakannya tante Neysa, tapi aku lupa umurku berapa. Entah dari mana asalnya, tapi mukaku Korea banget. Mungkin karena Ummi-ku ngidam K-Pop waktu pas hamil aku kali ya.<br />
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Jangan gampang gemes sama aku ya, soalnya pipiku gampang merah. Nanti kalo udah merah, malah makin gemes lagi. Huhuu...<br />
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Ini aku lagi pake pecinya si om Kiki. Tanteku iseng banget ya, kan aku belum tau ini benda apa. Akunya sih main aja, nggak tau lagi difoto-foto. Itu bibirku asli, nggak pake lipstick. Jangan tambah gemes ya.<br />
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Ini ada foto satu lagi buat temen-temen tanteku yang lagi baca.<br />
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Dadaah...<br />
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<b>Himhim</b><br />
*lagi ngebajak blog*neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-8699319987795994462012-08-21T06:01:00.001+07:002012-08-21T06:01:27.271+07:00Si CungkringSeharian jalan sama si cungkring, sahabat saya sejak SMA, has been quite 'jedotin kepala' moment. :)) You can hide yourself with other people, but not from your mirror. He's my mirror. Nyebelin emang. Banget. Apalagi doi emang nggak pernah melatih dirinya biar agak-agak keayak gitu kan ngomongnya.<br />
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Herannya adalah... Nyokap itu biasanya kuranf setuju kalo tau aku jalan berdua aja sama cowok. Manapun. Tapi kalo aku bilang jalan sama si cungkring, langsung boleh. Kurang sakti apa si cungkring? Or, maybe it's just my mom didn't see him as a guy. Haha.<br />
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Dan nggak tau kenapa. Kayaknya ngalir aja gitu kalo curhat di mobil. Rasanya, yang terpendam-terpendam itu bisa keluar semua kalo ada 2 faktor:<br />
1. Si cungkring di sebelah<br />
2. Pedal gas<br />
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Gila udah lama banget kayaknya sejak terakhir ketemu! Bahkan, kecenganku terakhir yang dia inget itu yang pas awal masuk kantor. Heeem, padahal udah setahun lebih aku ngantor. Jadi pas dia nodong, "So, give me some updates!" Aku bingung harus mulai dari mana.<br />
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Setelah ku ceritain semua-muanya, dia cuma bilang, "Jadi total ada berapa orang yang gue lewatkan?" Ngoik banget nggak tuh? As usual, setelah salah satu di antara kita cerita, pasti yang satunya bakal sok-sok bijak. Walaupun almost of his advices are always wrong. Tapi selalu ku dengerin. Heran? Sama. :))<br />
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"Gue tau lo udah move on, udah apalah segala macem. Tapi beneran udah move on, move on?"<br />
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"Move on dari kehidupan dia sebagai sahabat?"<br />
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Ngoik. Tapi tanpa aku jawab, dia udah tau jawabannya. Haha, koplaks emang. Terus, kenapa pake nanya?! Gembel emang si cungkring.<br />
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"Yaa lo nggak usah mikirin masa depan lah. Pikirin aja karier lo yang udah di depan mata. Masalah yang lain mah bisa nunggu.."<br />
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Well, I guess people change, right. People do change. So do you. And I, would never be the same.<br />
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And I'm gonna rock it.<br />
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Neysa<br />
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Lupa posting terakhir apa.<br />
Well, sebenarnya tinggal liat aja sih ya, but I decide not to, at least after I finish this post.<br />
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Aku udah lupa, apa aja yang harus di catch-up. Okay, I'll go with bullets.<br />
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<b>1. Career.</b><br />
This particular subject always make me excited. Belum, aku belum kemana-mana. Masih di kantor yang sama dengan posisi yang sama. Pulang juga masih nggak jelas, gaji juga nggak kemana-mana :p . Tapiii... Pengalaman dong yang nggak sama.<br />
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Ketemu dengan banyak orang baik dan luar biasa ini anugerah banget buatku. Suportif, ngemong, nggak pelit ilmu dengan kredibilitas yang udah nggak perlu diragukan lagi. Sempurna banget juga enggak, kadang ada yang ngeselin juga. :P But hey, semua pekerjaan juga begitu bukan. Senengnya adalah aku udah nemu ritme kerjanya. And with these experiences, I see this whole new world in a very different way. Seriously.<br />
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<b>2. Social.</b><br />
Hahahaaa... Ini nih. Berhubung kerjaan saya yang nggak 9 to 5, tapi 9 to 'kelar', agak susah ya 'mengejar' kehidupan sosial. Yaaa, gaulnya nggak jauh-jauh sama orang kantor (dududu...). Tapi sempet juga kok beberapa temen-temen lama. Bahkan sempet juga liburan bareng temen-temen SMA, ketemuan dengan beberapa temen kuliah, SMP. Walaupun banyak nggak bisanya, not bad laaah...<br />
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<b>3. Personal</b><br />
Pertanyaan pertama: Status? (pede banget! haha) I'm single, dan belum mau mengubahnya dalam waktu dekat. Bukan, bukan karena belum move on atau belum laku whatsoever (bhahaha, ngakak sendiri). It's because I prefer that way, being single.<br />
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See, there's a lot of things that you can't see when you're not single. Contoh, my inner peace. Waktu nggak single, aku nggak pernah sempat (atau nggak pernah mau) berkontemplasi sama diri sendiri. And turned out I've lost myself. Butuh waktu cukup lama untuk mengenal diri sendiri (lagi). Dan ketika aku udah mulai mengenal diri sendiri, aku jadi nyaman sendiri. That's it.<br />
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But that doesn't mean I live with no problem. You know my thing with my ex/bestfriend. Here's the thing... You can't judge things as black and white. Dan hasil dari kontemplasi dengan diri sendiri ini turned out, I kinda miss him. Not miss I-want-him-back kind of thing, but miss missing. Despite all of what had happened to us, he was my bestfriend after all. And because I knew him jauh jauh sebelum semuanya terjadi, I can't just as easy as hate him. But after all, I definitely can't undo that, right. *sigh* Well...<br />
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Anyhoo, malem ini sahur terakhir. Walaupun lagi nggak sahur, kayaknya aku mau ikutan. Oh ya, satu hal yang entah aku dapat dari si inner peace *mau muntah, silakan...* ini adalah I learned how to forgive and let go. Let go ini yang susah. Kalo orang tua biasa nyebutnya ikhlas kali ya. Dan ternyata beban-beban itu bakal terangkat sendirinya ketika bisa ada dalam fase 'let go' ini.<br />
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Eits, ini bukan masalah percintaan aja. This is me paying attention more to the whole big picture than being annoyed by the details. Get it?<br />
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Nah, berhubung momennya lagi pas... I do realize I live with all mistakes and flaws, jadi jauh dari lubuk hati yang paling dalam... Aku minta maaf ya... Have a white, pure, and beautiful Ied. Allah bless us all.<br />
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The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. -Gandhi</blockquote>
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<b>P.s</b>: Walaupun kata-kata copas dari si mbah, but they reflect me the most. Jadi, minta maafnya beneran loh, sumpah...<br />
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With love and tons of kisses,<br />
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Neysa<br />
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Update:<br />
Ternyata posting terakhir tentang security SMA yang udah meninggal. He was my bestfriend. :'(neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-13966809426999757252012-04-07T06:52:00.003+07:002012-04-07T07:48:04.466+07:00This Old Man in School<i>So, I knew this old man</i>. Namanya pak Malik. Dia penjaga sekolah sewaktu saya masih SMA. Entah di sekolah lain, kalo di sekolah saya, si pak Malik dan pak Rauf ini luar biasa. Temennya anak-anak. <i>Angels</i>.<div><br /></div><div>Sampai detik-detik terakhir (bahkan kadang udah lewat jam masuk), mereka masih membuka pintu gerbang. Kalaupun akhirnya harus menutup pintu, <i>they always looked sorry</i>. Bukan tipe penjaga sekolah yang jadi sombong karena dikasih '<i>power</i>' sama sekolah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dulu, dengan status saya yang masih murid baru, saya masih belum kenal siapapun di sekolah. Sebelum bertemu dengan sahabat-sahabat gila saya. Suatu sore saya permisi menumpang di posnya sambil menunggu jemputan papa. Papa pasti selalu kena macet. Ngobrol <i>ngalor-ngidul</i>. Dari situlah saya kenal mereka.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Menginjak tahun kedua saya di SMA. 2004. <i>So, I knew this guy. This guy would be my bestfriend later.</i> Karena jalan pulang yang searah, dan males nunggu jemputan papa yang terlalu sore, saya selalu nebeng pulang bareng dia. A<i>nd it happened until the senior year came.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Pak Malik selalu bilang, "hati-hati!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Ketika di tahun terakhir dan di hari-hari terakhir saya di SMA. 2006. Suatu hari di jam pulang sekolah ketika saya menunggu sahabat saya itu mengambil motornya di parkiran, Pak Malik berkata sesuatu, "Ntar kalo lo udah kuliah, udah kerja, udah nikah jangan lupa ya sama gue." Saya hanya cengar-cengir saja. Ketika sahabat saya itu datang, dia membisikkan sesuatu ke telinga saya, "Jangan lupa undangannya ya," sambil melirik ke arah sahabat saya yang sedang membetulkan helmnya.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Apa sih, Pak..."</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Tahun terakhir kuliah. 2010. Akhirnya sahabat saya ini mengungkapkan rasa sukanya yang ternyata sudah dipendamnya sejak lama. Saya langsung teringat pak Malik. <i>He was right</i>. <i>Somehow</i>, saya berpikir, dia harus tau ini.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jadi, pulanglah saya ke Jakarta dengan alasan reuni ekskul. <i>And so I met him again. </i>Lalu saya melambai kepadanya dari kejauhan. Masih ingatkah dia dengan saya?</div><div><br /></div><div>"Kemana aja lo? Nggak pernah keliatan. Sombong banget sih sama gue. Gimana Bandung?" Dia masih ingat. Sangat ingat. :')</div><div><br /></div><div>"Pak, kamu harus tau. Aku jadian sama dia."</div><div>"Tuh kan, apa gue bilang..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Jangan lupa ya undangannya..."</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Kerja, hampir menginjak tahun pertama. April 2012. Tenggelam oleh pekerjaan. Sampai suatu hari saya menerima <i>broadcast message</i>, "Inna lillahi wa inna illaihi roji'un. Telah meninggal pak Malik, satpam SMAN 78. Semoa semua amal ibadahnya dibalas oleh Allah SWT."</div><div><br /></div><div>Deg.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pak Malik.</div><div><br /></div><div>Saya begitu tenggelam dengan pekerjaan. Sampai saya nggak pernah sempat memberitahunya. Memberitahu bahwa kami sudah tidak bersama lagi, bahkan tidak bisa menjadi sahabat lagi. Saya ingin dia tau. Bukan untuk menyalahkannya. Bukan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi karena dia tau saat kami bersama. Tak adil rasanya jika dia tidak tau saat kami tak lagi bersama.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pak, maaf aku nggak bisa ngasih undangannya. <i>Because, people do change. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Or maybe he'd already knew it.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I bet he knows it now.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Pak, could you help me one thing last. There's one named Malik there, don't look for him. Ask him, where's Ridwan instead. Because you're belong with Ridwan. Because you've always lived like angel here.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Selamat jalan, Pak. <i>Rest in peace.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Hei, saya akan tetap mengirim undangannya kok, Pak. Tapi dengan cetakan nama yang berbeda tentunya. Dengan pria yang bisa membuat saya bahagia lebih dari sahabat saya. Insya Allah. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Neysa.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-63828332821772312682012-03-07T18:33:00.001+07:002012-03-07T18:42:33.509+07:00Tu Me ManquesWhen "I miss you" simply doesn't mean "I want you back".<div><br /></div><div>Enough said.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-89356291856639830922012-02-16T17:35:00.006+07:002012-02-16T18:17:08.022+07:00Just a Feeling<div>I know you're not gonna read this blog, you even don't know it exists. So here I am, telling the truth. Cause I know the fact that you wouldn't read.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not sure in the very first time what we are to be exactly. You know why...</div><div>But it's not what came first to my mind when I made my decision.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's because my 'Sister Code':</div><div><br /></div><div>"You can't trust your men for not seeing another women. But we take care, respect each other, and remember that karma does exist."</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>So, that's why I'm so upset that night. I know I can't be with you at the same time that I don't wanna leave this bubble. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am, outside my bubble, gasping for the air. And you cannot see me through it, because I don't want you change your mind. Because she's really a perfect mate for you. Not me.<br /></div><div><br /><i>I watched you cry<br />Bathed in sunlight<br />By the bathroom door<br />You said you wished you did not love me anymore<br /><br />You left your flowers in the backseat of my car<br />The things we said and did have left permanent scars<br />Obsessed depressed at the same time<br />I can't even walk in a straight line<br />I've been lying in the dark no sunshine<br />No sunshine<br />No sunshine<br /><br />She cries<br />This is more than goodbye<br />When I look into your eyes<br />You're not even there<br />It's just a feeling<br />Just a feeling<br />Just a feeling that I have<br />Just a feeling<br />Just a feeling that I have, oh yeah<br /><br />Cause I can't believe that it's over</i> </div><br /><br />Just like what we listened those old times. So you know that it's hard to leave you too. Yeah, I'll miss you too, I'll miss your family too, and if I said it that day, what's the point? Just make it harder for both of us. But everything right is always hard, right?<br /><br />Be happy, be blessed, and do not be scared to catch whatever your dreams. Cause I'll catch mine too.<br /><br /><br />Neysa.neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-2047852574474120322012-01-06T18:10:00.004+07:002012-01-06T18:21:21.569+07:00Mom's DayYupp, here I am again.<div><br /></div><div>So yesterday was my SUPER-mom's day. And because I broke, and couldn't find any proper present for her, here I am and my errr... creativity, I guess. Here it is, hope it gives you idea for birthday present. Enjoooy!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/401413_10150469793829807_706094806_8772546_1642429523_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/401413_10150469793829807_706094806_8772546_1642429523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Neycito.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9079973622032240798.post-11565359415766387132012-01-05T09:12:00.003+07:002012-01-05T09:38:29.341+07:00Single and So What<i>Old guy same lines. New guy same lies. </i><div><br /></div><div>Ribet ga sih hidup lo mikirin cowok doang?</div><div>Emang salah ya kalo <i>single</i>? Salah di umurku yang masih 23 <i>*for-God-sake!*</i> ini memutuskan untuk tak ingin dulu memulai hubungan lagi? Salah juga kalo sekarang lagi pengen pacaran sama diri sendiri, kemana-mana sendiri *atau sama siapa aja terserah*, bersenang-senang, <i>not commited</i>, <i>not demanding</i>, <i>not depending</i>, <i>just me and my self</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>No, no, I'm not 'this-girl-just-can't-move-on' type. Seriously. I'm having fun with my self. Literally.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Kalo ditanya <i>move on</i>, sekarang indikator <i>move on</i> apa sih? Punya pacar lagi? Kalo memang itu, berarti aku belum <i>move on</i>. Tapi kalo indikatornya, sudah nyaman dengan diri sendiri, nggak galau, nggak ribet. <i>YES, I'm *goddamit* moving ON!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I'm now officially in 'SINGLE-AND-SO-WHAT' phase.</i></div><div><i></i>Jadi, <i>please</i>... JANGAN JODOHKAN SAYA LAGIII.... <i>I mean, with anyone</i>. Mau itu saudara lo, anak lo, tetangga lo, sepupu lo, siapa-siapa-siapanya lo. <i>Thank you.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Neycito.</div>neycithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103487106540907037noreply@blogger.com2