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Memang, beberapa kejadian disengajakan baru ditulis setelah agak lama, minimal sekitar sebulan. Soalnya kalo masih anget2 pup chicken, dikhawatirkan orang-orang yang terlibat di dalamnya masih "ngeh" walopun nama dan tempat udah disamarkan. 
Lagian, emang berita, kudu up to date?

Project Unnamed is Done!

Two days before the day, I told my boss, “yes I will ride my bike to office on Wednesday, prepare yourself to treat me.” Tuesday, I brought a lot of things needed for Wednesday. I brought clothes, toiletries, towels, hair dryers, and food. And the day I eagerly awaited was coming. That morning, I felt unwell. I lacked of sleep all night because of stomachache and my body felt cold and I vomited. After forcing myself to breakfast and slept for a while, my body got warm and I decided to go on a bike. My mother worried about my condition at that time.

So, I left home with a strong intention and mix up feeling. When I reached a quarter of the way, I thought I would run out of breath, because I usually stop there. But amazingly, it turned out that I was fine, so I decided to continue the journey. Then I reached half the road, the climbing road that beat me down the day before. This time I walked with my bike, slowly. Then I stopped for drink, and continued to travel with ease.

I was getting closer to the office. Actually I planned to stop at one point before I reach office, but unexpectedly I did not feel tired or weak or hungry, so I continued the journey without stopping. 

Finally, I arrived at the office. Some people surprised to see me with bike. I took rest, ate snacks, and took a bath. The bathroom and prayer room in my office felt like my own because there was nobody else. I could take a bath and dry my hair freely. But unfortunately there is no mirror in my room, so I had to dress up with feelings. Hehehe. That afternoon, my boss treated me according to his promise, and we all eat together. 

This is the update of project unnamed...

All plans went well. Some friends reminded me not to push myself too hard. Never. I just keep myself pedaling every week, with longer distance. 

On my Eid Holiday, I tried to ride to my office, with my brother followed me behind with his motorcycle. At that time, I didn’t brave enough to ride by myself. The result wasn’t very good. I already felt exhausted in half way, so I went back home. Well, I rode for one and half hour, it’s a new record for me, and I think I’m ready for riding to my office.

Fyi, the distance from my home to my office is 14km, and with a very slow riding, I can reach it on one hour plus plus, depends to my speed.

Project unnamed

Heu heu.. I make a project, and I’m confused what should I name it with. So let’s just call it “Project Unnamed”, maybe it can get a name later.

This project’s goal is to make me go to office by bike. Hum, I know it seems so damn easy for some people. But not for me.

First, I’m not a kindda strong girl. Hehe.. to be honest I do sport rarely, although I always try to do it regularly. Yes, I TRY to do sport on weekend, but sometimes my work forces me to work even on weekend, or sometimes I feel so exhausted after working a whole weekdays so that all I wanna do on weekend is just sleeping all day long. So, riding bike in a pretty far distance is really a matter for me.

Second, I have some trauma on riding bike. I have a problem with balance, also with spatial skill, so woman ya? Hehe... I have some experience on crash when I rode a bike. So, to ride again, in a road full of cars, motorcycle, etc. is a chalengging yet scary experience for me.

Then, what is the reason behind all of this? Well, I wanna prove to some person that I can do this. I always be a weak one, I never have courage to ride in a far distance. So that my boss challenge me to ride to office, and he’s gonna treat me if I can do it. At that time, I said ok I’ll do it after Eid. And here I am, busy preparing myself while I’m fasting. I also wanna prove to myself, this is a big step I will ever make. I need to prove to myself, that I can beat my own trauma, also that I can force myself to the limit.

So, here’s the preparation for my project

Day 1: after searching for the right bike, I decide to buy a woman mtb. It suits me very well. I was not fasting at that time, so I directly rode for the first time that day

Day 2-5: searching for some bike equipment, especially lamp, since I’m gonna ride at night during fasting. month

Week 2: got my lamp! Thanks to koko Joseph. Riding around my home after break fasting.

Week 3 (plan): since Eid holiday has started, hopefully the street will be more friendly. Gonna sleep all day long (hehe) and ride at night

Week 4 (plan): Eid holiday, and not fasting. A perfect condition to test myself riding at street. Gonna ride for a far distance, and event test a route to go to office.

Week 5 (plan): ready to rock the street!

Hopefully, after I can make it, I can go out of town next time.

Having a Wonderful Scattered Heart

Long time no write, and yes it’s me again. Writing with a heart that has scattered into pieces..

So, is this my “used to be” wonderfully fabulous life? Yes! My life still wonderfully fabulous although my heart has scatered into pieces.

I’m gonna tell you about my latest love story. This is about someone I fall into.. deeply...

He was someone I was interviewed for one of my magz. The same magz as the story before. I had to make a profile of him. He was my boss’ friend, we met at an event, then we make an appointment to met and had him interviewed.

He was just like any other people I interviewed before. I did the interview, then I turned my recorder off, gave him my name card, and unexpectedly, he started ask some things about me. I felt like, okay so this is my time being interviewed? After that, we talked about lotta things. We found out that we had similar background.

We kept contact after that interview because he owed me some things related to the article I made. During this period, I found out that his way communicated with me is not as I expected before. It was to intense for a journalist and her interviewee. But I kept myself acted as professional as I could. Well, okay I met him once, to be exact the day after we did the interview. We just met and had a dinner, with a very long and deep conversation.

Yes, we were very intense in the first week. Then a problem comes. I made a mistake. I kept on asking him about his personal details, including his achievement. It was a very important thing on making a profile, right? I’m not sure what exactly my fault was, but he asked my boss to stop me from writing about him. I found it so strange, he told my boss while at the same time he message me like nothing happened. I was so frustrated when I knew he rejected from being profiled. I became more frustrated when I read his twit. He said, “Miss reporter, sorry that I don’t have any achievement. Go find a real athlete if you want to have one. I do this just for fun”. God.. I really had no idea what the hell was going on. He wasn’t mad at me, we kept on messaging each other, in a very intense way. My boss said maybe I have said something wrong. Hummm if I have ever hurt him, he shouldn’t kept talking to me like this.

Then we had another dinner, I said to him that I would treat him, since he treated me on our first “date”. Then I explained everything to him, and I begged him not to cancel being profiled by me. I said I would change every single thing he dislikes. I told him how stupid I was, how I didn’t know anything about this issue. Yes, a person like me, who have a very high pride, kneel down on a man.

Maybe it was the time I fell into him. I have never felt so down because of a guy. Yes, I’m a great and prideful woman.

What happen next really made me down. He wasn’t as intense as before. I found myself cried sometimes, I found myself lost in a jungle. I gave him so much attention that I texted him every single day! I gave him so very much attention, I made him food, bring him something, asked him to meet, and I started worrying him....

Yes, I lost in a jungle of love.

I don’t want myself to be lost forever. I set a due date for myself to stop make a move towards him.  So, it was July, days after my birthday, was my due date. Something happened in the end of June, right before my birthday.

I found him flirting with some other girls. Damn! I was so messed up. I cried. Fortunately I had very wonderful friends that cheer me up. Last week of June was a very gloomy week that I cried and dreamed about him almost everyday. Thanks God that I had soooo many friends. They always strengthen me up.

So I felt a lot stronger when it comes to my birthday. We set a date on that day, “one last date”. My friends asked me why I still met him even after I found out that he flirted some girls and made me cry a whole week. Yes, I said it’s ok, this is only one last date.  I prepared myself of loosing him.

On my birthday, he didn’t greet me. I pretend to be okay. He tweet his friend, greet him birthday. I pretend to be okay. Then we met, had a dinner, and still, we didn’t talk about my birthday. Then when I arrived home, he texted me, said sorry he forgot my birthday. He also said that he had something for me actually.

Well, honestly I fell so happy that he actually remember my birthday and he even had a gift for me. But I kept myself undercontrol, not to expect too much.

Time goes by.... and it proven that he give me NOTHING up till now. Such a jerk? Yeah.

I gained lotta power from my beloved friend. They all kept me on acted logically, and strength to not texted him at all. I fell so much lonely actually. I used to texted him every single day, and enjoyed the feeling of heart bounching. Every.... single... day...

At last, I could pass a month without texted him. How I pass this last July? You have to wait till the next story... hehe.. this story has become toooooooooo long.

Thanks for reading. Love you...

Balada Klien

Gw kan kerja di suatu perusahaan yang mengurusi media internal perusahaan lain. Jadi gw bikin beberapa majalah internal gitu. Ceritanya ada klien baru nih, sebuah perusahaan nasional yang cukup gede. Gw pun mendapat tugas meliput sang klien. Ya iyalah namanya juga media internal, sebagian besar kan kita berhubungan dengan klien.

Dikarenakan tempatnya yang jauh, gw pun mengupayakan segala cara biar ga perlu ngedatengin dia. Apalagi sama fotografer gw yang amit-amit gw ga sudi bareng (cerita soal si fotografer akan gw ceritakan lain hari). Singkatnya, gw telepon si bapak. Eh jawabannya ga memuaskan. Tidak informatif ni orang. Mbok yaaa deskriptif dikit napah, udeh tau ay mau cerita-cerita tentang yu.

Gw: jadi kegiatan klub ini ngapain aja nih pak? *dengan gaya antusias dan sok asik

(gw mengharapkan jawaban dahsyat seperti “kita sering touring ke sini sono situ, contohnya waktu kita coba track ini, itu ceritanya begini.. bla bla.. dan jadilah tulisan satu halaman)

Ternyata jawaban dia: yah, olahraga aja lah tiap minggu

(boookk.. olahraga apa nih? Gw juga tiap minggu olahraga. Biasanya sih olahraga mulut alias makan)

Dan berbagai jawaban pendek lainnya yang tidak memuaskan hati. Padahal yah, gw udah mancing-mancing segala macem dengan teknik wawancara yang sudah terasah bertahun-tahun. Akhirnya, gw bilang, gw email aja pertanyaannya. Gw pikir, mungkin dia pemalu dan agak tertutup dan mungkin lebih lancar berkomunikasi tulisan daripada lisan.

Email berisi sekitar 10 pertanyaan gw kirim, malemnya gw ga nyenyak tidur nungguin balesan, yang mana sampe besoknya ternyata belom dibales juga. Akhirnya gw cuekin lah hari itu, bodo amat tulisan belom jadi, orang bapake belom bales, mau nulis apaan? Ternyata hari itu dia membales, jam 12malem lewat. Uwaaaauuuwww keren abis dia bales email tengah malem.

Ternyataaaaa dowewenksss... emailnya acakadut. Bahasaya ga bisa dimengerti. Bahasa Indonesia sih, tapi gw ga ngerti... huuu huuu hellllpppp.

Akhirnya, dengan segala keterpaksaan, gw telep lagi si bapake, abis tulisan gw jadinya dikit banget. Oh proses telep menelep ini pun agak sulit dikarenakan bapake lagi di luar kota dan gw punyanya nomer cdma dia sahaja. Akhirnya gw telep salah satu anak buahnya, sebut sajah toni. Gw curhat lah sama toni inih, bahwasanya email bapake kurang memadai, dan gw telep ga bisa-bisa. Toni pun memberi gw nomer gsm bapake. Tapi nasib gw masih ga berubah.

Gw sms ga dibales, gw telep ga diangkat, frustasi.. depresi.. gw jadi sering ngejedukin kepala gw ke monitor. Kesian monitor di kantor gw.

Pada akhirnya, atas doa khalayak ramai yang prihatin akan keadaan gw, si bapak pun mengangkat teleponnya. Gw minta nomer anggota klubnya yang lain, dia bilang ga ada. Helloooooowww.. mungkin ga sih ketua sebuah klub ga punya nomer anggotanya? Akhirnya dia bilang, suruh dateng besok sabtu tanggal 30 ke acara bla bla. “Oke pak, jam berapa? Dimana?” gw tanya gitu, dan dia bilang “ga tau, besok pagi telep aja lagi”.

Fyi, BESOK ITU SUDAH HARI SABTU, bagaimana mungkin gw meliput acara hari sabtu yang tidak diketahui tempat dan waktunya sampai pada jumat malam? Suruh hubungin sabtunya juga. Lo kira gw bisa melesat dalam sedetik? Gw liat kalender, dan ternyata sabtu itu tanggal 29! Histeris lah gw! Dia bilang BESOK SABTU TANGGAL 30! Yang bener manaaaa??? Sabtu tanggal 29 apa minggu tanggal 30? Jedot-jedotin kepala ke monitor lagi lah gw.

Sabtu pagi, gw telep. Katanya belom tau juga, tar dia aja yang hubungin gw. Akhirnya gw kasi dia nomer GSM, CDMA, nomer telepon rumah, sekalian pin BB gw. Fyi, gw pelit banget loh sama pin bb. Tapi sekali-sekali ga papa lah demi kelancaran berkomunikasi.

Akhirnya si bapake telep, acaranya hari minggu tanggal 31, jam setengah 6 pagi. whoaaa setengah 6 pagi? ya udah ga papa... demi pak... demi...

Malem minggu gw pergi sampe malem, dan gw berencana bangun jam4, jadi gw tidur Cuma 4 jam. Ga sempet sarapan, gw cabs gara2 telat bangun dan taksi udah keburu dateng. Kata bapake, jam5 juga udah pada rame, acaranya jam setengah 6 soalnya.

Jam 5 kurang 10 menit gw udah nyampe, masih gelapppp... ga ada orang... Cuma semobil satpol PP. Cakeuuppp...

Jam 5 lewat, akhirnya ada seseorang di stand perusahaan tersebut, untungnya nih orang ganteng, kita sebut saja Joni. Kehadirannya membuat mata gw jadi seger (sepet banget gilak, tidur Cuma 4 jam). Gw samperin lah, bilang mo ketemu bapake. Si joni bilang, “oh bapake dateng jam 6 mbak, sejam lagi,”

Wauuuuuuwww rasanya pengen guling-guling di aspal deh gw, tapi untung ada joni, jadi gw jaim. Gw nongkrong aja di warteg, minum teh manis anget, soalnya perut gw mules-mules. Fyi, tu warteg isinya satpam sama satpol pp doang. Heyaaaa... bodo amat dah.

Sewaktu matahari mulai menampakkan dirinya (biar agak romantis dramatis dikit) gw balik ke stand. Si joni tadi sudah ditemani satu orang ganteng lagi. Asheeeeekkk!!! Dan tak lama si bapake dateng. Tapi berhubung dia sibuk, gw ditinggal, boooo dooooo aaaa maaatttt! Gw ga butuh situ! Huh!

Gw berniat mencari pendapat dari anggotanya yang laen pokoknya, biar okeh. Gih sonoh si bapake sibuk gw ga peduli, huh! Gw juga mo foto-foto. Bolak balik gw nanya si joni, kok pada ga dateng-dateng sih inih anggotanyah? Eh terus gw nanya sama si joni, mas-mas satu lagi yang ganteng juga, siapa namanya. Ternyataaaaa itu si toni yang suka gw telepon selama ini. Adoooh tau gitu gw kenalan. Tapi ya akhirnya gw kenalan sih, dan dia masih baek ajah gituh. Uwow keren...

Setelah agak lama lagih, gw nemu deh 2 orang anggota klub tersebut. Ini juga anggotanya ga kalah ganteng deh dari dua mas sebelumnya, kita sebut saja mas lucu. Tentu saja gw mendapat informasi undercover yang ga seheboh cerita bapake. Lah wong bapake bilang anggotanya 50, tapi kenyataannya yang dateng Cuma dua ekor? Lucu amatttt!

Abis itu si bapake dateng, ngenalin gw sama anggota dari luar kota. Gw wawancara dikit tuh orang. Dikarenakan kita berada deket panggung dan rame, ngomongnya kudu deket-deketin muke dong yah. Sialnya, tuh orang ngomong pake kuah! Huwaaaaaa.. bingung kan gw, mau nangis tapi jaim ada joni dan toni juga mas lucu.Liputan hari itu lumayan sukses sih. Ini mas-mas oke-oke banget deh, tanpa bantuan mereka, apalah daya gw? Rasanya pengen peluk ajah sambil ngadu, mas.. bapake nakal! Cerita dapet, foto juga dapet, toni janji mau email gw tuh foto, gw titip kartu nama gw ke joni, trus buru-buru pulang, sampe rumah gw makan, terus tewassss (jam 10 pagi).

Gw memulai awal minggu dengan perasaan lebih optimis. Tapi tentu saja pas sampe kantor, gw mulai terserang depresi lagi. Si bapake bilang, “ambil foto di fesbuk ajah”. Tapi pada kenyataannya friend request gw ga diapprove. Malahan dia invite bb gw. Teeeelaaat pak! Itu pin bb buat berkomunikasi kemarenan!

Udah tau kan emailnyah bapake yang tidak jelas. Ternyata nama dia di bbm juga ga jelas. Misalnya nama dia Joko Richard, nah nama di BBM itu adalah JO:D:D:D. RI:D:D:D.

Untung gw cepat tanggap bahwa itu adalah nama bapake. Buset dah pake ikon senyum banyak banget, dan namanya dipotong, dan abis ikon senyum pake titik segala. Pak... pak... *tepokjidat

Akhirnya gw bisa juga liat-liat foto di fb klub tersebut. Fyi, captionnya sangat khas bapake, dengan kata2 aneh tidak beraturan dan huruf besar semua. CAPS LOCKNYA RUSAK YAH PAK?

Hari senin itu gw seharian nunggu toni kirim foto, ga dikirim2, akhirnya gw telep, dia bilang belom dikirim, besok bole ga. Gw bilang ga papah. Besoknya, gw tunggu sampe siang (tepatnya gw baru siang dateng ke kantor) masih belom dikirim. Kebetulan gw diajak untuk ke kantor klien inih, ya udah gw ikut dengan senang hati karena akan ketemu para mas-mas ganteng itu. Sekalian aja gw ambil tu foto, tidak lupa berbekal hard disk eksternal pinjeman. Gw sms toni, bilang mau ke sana ambil fotonya, dia bilang boleh. Pas sampe, gw telep nanya harus ke lantai berapa, dia bilang lantai4. Pas gw lagi nunggu lift, pintu lift terbuka, dan... joni dan toni yang keluar! Huwaaaa surprise! Untung gw nggak sampe pingsan saking kagetnya. Ya orang baru mau disamperin, ditelep, tau-tau nongol, kan ajaib! Si toni memberikan cd berisi foto. Whoaaa... udah disiapin toh, baik banget deh kamyuuuu... jadi pengen peluk.

Masalah baru terjadi pada sore harinya. Gw telep toni sehubungan dengan rubrik lain di majalah (masalah bapake kita anggap case close dulu deh sementara). Tapi nda diangkat sama toni. Gw mulai berpikir yang tidak-tidak, jangan-jangan dia selingkuh? Sakit? Atau terjadi sesuatu? Oke gw mulai lebay, kita kembali ke dunia nyata. Gw sms aja deh pertanyaan yang mau gw tanya via telepon tadi. Semenit dua menit, dan sms gw ga dibales. Tau sendiri, gw gampang banget depresi kalo diperlakukan kayak begini. Udah deh mas, tegas aja jadi cowok! Mau nolak gw? Tolak aja! Jangan gantung gw gini! Yak drama queen syndrome suka kambuh kalo udah depresi ngejar-ngejar orang tapi ga dapet.

Akkhirnya, tu sms emang ga dibales sama si toni. Besokannya baru gw telepon lagi, oh dari sini gw tau, biasanya kalo lewat jam makan siang, toni ga akan angkat telepon atau bales sms.

Sampe sini dulu deh cerita gw soal klien yang inih. Bersambung di cerita lainnya yaaa…

Cup cup muach…

1st Post

Blogging again..
Kenapa saya mulai menulis lagi di blog?
Tentu saja karena saya suka menulis. hihihi... Well, terlalu banyak kejadian dalam hidup saya yang terlalu sayang jika tidak dibagikan. Kalau berguna ya syukur, kalau nggak ya udah.. :P
Nantinya, direncanakan blog ini akan mengupas tentang kehidupan saya. Blog ini juga akan dibagi dalam beberapa kategori, hal-hal yang mewarnai kehidupan saya. Didi yang suka memasak, yang mencintai kucing, dan kehidupan kerja saya. Mungkin kehidupan percintaan juga, nantinya akan ada cerita (saat ini sih belum ada.. hehe).
So, saya ucapkan selamat datang ke blog saya... semoga kehidupan saya yang luar biasa menakjubkan bisa menjadi inspirasi.