Monthly Archives: November 2012

Earlier a friend of mine posted “she is the sun in my universe“. I couldn’t help but pity this girl he was referring to, because she has billions of other similar objects out there.



So here’s the thing: Gue baru saja membaca blog gue semasa SMP-SMA.


Melihat kelabilan emosi (yang jauh lebih labil dari sekarang) (padahal sekarang juga labil) jaman baheula itu lucu. Melihat pemikiran-pemikiran yang kadang bertentangan dengan apa yang gue pikirkan sekarang! haha. Terus nemu salah satu social media yang mana gue gunakan sampe taun pertama yang mana kalo gue baca lagi pengen gue seplak karena isinya yang norak-norak.

Haha memang sebuah kelabilan adalah proses menuju kedewasaan ya….not that gue merasa sudah dewasa sekarang.

Menurut gue menarik melihat perkembangan pikiran gue dari jaman dulu sampe sekarang. Gue bisa menyimpulkan bahwa fase kehidupan, lifestyle, dan jalan pikir gue berubah seperti ini:

blog on my personal activities-(hopeful) poet-desperate romantic-penikmat bola (karbitan)-school lover (has always been and will always be)-komentator iklan (indomie pas itu)-AKTIVIS SMA BOOO hahahahha-tukang kode……krik-tukang jalan2-desperate romantic-(ceritanya) galau kuliah-LULUS SMA-aktivis kampus kerjaannya ngomentarin kampus muluk…..-cahya in alectronafelidae

So, yeah. Segitu labilnya dan segitu ngga jelasnya hahaha. But I am really grateful I started blogging dulu-dulu! It is so fun reading your own writings and your experiences 🙂

They say writing is harder when you’re happy. I wholeheartedly agree. When you’re happy, you don’t want to get distracted, you want to be immersed in whatever activity you were engaged to, whatever emotion you were feeling, so on and so forth. So, pardon this writing for being so boring, blatant, not metaphorical (or too metaphorical), and…….boring.

I love walking.

I just love it. The activity of being alone, not needing anyone else’s consent to change route or stop by any interesting road signs, singing to a little tune, watching busy people in their cars honking at each other, girls hugging tightly to their boyfriends on a motorbike, kids selling flower in Dago, observing patterns on the road, and listening to the city’s busy tune. I adore the easy flow of ideas and reflections that popped out in my mind.

Bandung is a romantic city. I love Bandung. But the ped walk here sucks. I tripped lots and lots of times because it’s missing some block pavings and it has poor lightings. Nevertheless, walking in Bandung is always a pleasure.

Today I walked. I walked from my campus to my dorm (which, I checked from Google Maps, is 1.3 km long). It was not my first time yet this was the happiest walk of them all!

I walked under the rain.

Call me a desperate romantic, desperate movie lover for copying Midnight in Paris’s love for walking under the rain, but, I love walking under the rain. I know it’s far from walking under the rain in Paris, but hey! Bandung is indeed the Paris of Java. *tetot*

It all started when I finished class hours ago. I was suffering from my monthly mood swing (which sucked) and Not wanting to spoil this happy post, I’ll skip the depressed-damsel-in-distress part and move directly to my decision to WALK UNDER THE RAIN!

I was wanting to go home, I just want to be in the secure sanctuary of my room, and alas, it was raining. It was raining hard. I waited for 10 minutes and it didn’t show any sign of stopping. So when it wasn’t so hard, I decided to just walk outside.

I went to the main road and saw lottttttttttts of people waiting for angkot Cisitu.  I joined them. I knew that there was no way in heaven or earth three empty angkot would come and brought us all. It was raining and angkot Cisitu at that hour was as scarce as a fullerene. (Is fullerene rare?) So I decided to walk to my dorm.

And it was an incredibly lucky decision.

I walked. Past students waiting for angkot with their umbrellas. Past students sheltering under warung and ojek. Past high school students gossiping while waiting for the rain to stop. Past people smoking in Circle K. Watching the water droplets hit the road, reflected, scattered to many places in a beautiful rhythm. Watching streetlights being reflected in the wet surface. Feeling like the road belongs to you and only you as other pedestrians would prefer to stay at their rooms, hiding under the warmth of their blankets.

I walked while thinking how silly I was today. I walked while thinking how estrogen and progesteron can change your life. Both in a good way and a bad way.

I walked and I had a heartfelt evening.




(this post, compared to the previous post is a further proof that I am on my PMS and that PMS is real.)

My wonderful friend, Ayasha suddenly published this video of ITB Delegation for HNMUN 2012.

It was really touching. Sukses bikin menye-galau-nangis bombay-senyum senyum sendiri-males kuliah-tapi semangat juga-bimbang-gitu deh pagi-pagi.

It’s one of those videos that when you watch it, unknowingly tears are streaming down your face while you’re still laughing at your friend’s silly faces. It’s one of those videos that suddenly makes the atmosphere in your dorm as windy as the boat trip to Liberty Island, as cold as Quincy Market night, and as lovely as the dusk in Capitol View’s veranda. It’s one of those videos that you seriously want to repeat yet afraid of the inevitable sadness and menye-ness afterwards. It’s just one of those awesome videos.

And you know how you can stumble upon a random, totally irrelevant videos from one video in YouTube through the referred videos? I found this gem:

More cutesy. More videos. More proof!

These people are just amazing and simply ngangenin.