Convenience is King

Agak tidak kreatif, nampaknya, menjuduli dua post dengan kata yang sama dalam tempo yang sesingkat-singkatnya berdekatan, tapi karena ini (kayaknya) cocok dengan isinya (we’ll see about that, girlie..) ya udahlah, let’s turn a blind eye to the matter for a while.

Tomorrow, my three-day leave will commence. as i’ve said in prev post, i’ll be going to saga-home, return to jogja before finally go back to jakarta on saturday, insyaallah. But another thing is in the spotlight tonight. Ladies and gents, behold the evening’s star: train ticket reservation by phone!! *audience applauding :p*
My trip to jogja yesterday was it only sunday? It already felt like a year was by train. Few days ago, after a short hubby-wifey discussion about the transportation mode and when would be best to go home, we finally decided to take the train; financial-wise.
Not wanting to be bothered with all the preparations: the long line in front of the ticket booth, not to mention them calos at work (main reason, this one) :p and to anticipate the disappointment if no seats were available, i decided to make a reservation by phone. So, i called 121.
It turned to be a lot easier than i thought. You simply need to state your name and id number, and also which train you wish to take, of course. Although for the first enquiry, tickets for jan 21 had been sold out, the next day’s seats were still available. The lovely lady on the other end of the phone was very nice and she gave information in a good-to-hear way.
After getting all the data needed, she gave a booking code and a payment code. I was told to pay via atm and then exchange the payment slip with the ticket at the train station. Next day, husband’s duty was to exchange the ticket, and he reported (aih, reported, diksinya^^;) that there were indeed long lines of passengers-to-be trying to get the seats, but the counter intended for exchanging payment slip with ticket was not crowded at all. It was easy and fast, getting the tickets. The whole thing was kind of similar with getting the airplane tickets by contacting garuda call center actually, but as this was my first experience for train tickets (a satisfying one, at that), i feel the need to share it here.
Satu yang paling menyenangkan dari ritual pesan tiket macam ini: ga pake acara nggonduk sak nggonduk-nggonduke gara-gara calo yang me-mark up harga sakpenakudeledewe.
The almost the same thing happened again today, as i made a reservation for saturday. Cutting the story short, i went to stasiun tugu in the afternoon-bagian reservasi. Many were waiting for their turn to get the ticket. As i saw no special counter for phone reservation, i approached the nearest one from the door. Asked the lady where i could exchange the slip, and had her replied that there-her counter- would be fine and i didn’t need to queue. (yay!) in less than a minute i already got my tickets printed and handed to me. *stepped out the door feeling like a boss -9gag :p* The cab we rode on was even just done parking when we got to the parking lot.

Thumbs up for KAI’s phone ticket reservation.
*wishing that in near future the reservation/payment could be made online or by smsbanking :p *

adianoeta

A question.
An answer.
A remark, one line.
The switch.
Here, there.
Two persons.
A third, who hears.

In an instant,
Hope sparks,
Dreams afloat.

And life kicks in.
Imagination sinks.

if only i were in your shoes

“King’s got donkey ears!”

Perhaps,
I should dig a hole.
Not too wide, not too deep.
And then,
Into the hole i will whisper,
The four words i mustn’t.
Next i will cover it with soil and wait,
Until the green blades of grass appear.
The breeze will swing them to and fro,
And the dance will reveal,
the secret that seeps out from the sheath.
Away with the wind it’ll go,
up to the sky, rendezvous in the clouds.
There, as the storm starts brewing,
it will melt with each drip; each tear
the sun sucked up from the earth.
And finally, down it will go,
pouring in a mizzle or deluge.
One way or another it’ll reach you,
and maybe then,
it’ll tell you the clandestine truth.

Tiptoeing Tintin

Homesick. Sudden homesick. That’s the theme of the week. Well, that and the other constant theme: lluvia.
Plan to go home to jogja on sunday, by train, and then continue the trip after a day or two there to saga-home. Insyallah.
Hmm.. Butterflies start to flutter inside my stomach, just imagining me going home to kepodang114.. Been a loooong time since i last spent the night there. The recent trips were always short, less than 5hrs, even. Gotta make up for that, this time.
It doesn’t even matter anymore that the whole town has changed, the people moved away. The memory stays, that’s what’s important. The ‘remains’ are still there, unchanged by the change.
I particularly am looking forward to the cold weather. The dry and chilly mornings that make you shiver to the bones. The kind of mornings that made you feel so lazy to get up and go to school. The air that makes you think you inhale the iceberg..okay, this is too much, i admit i exaggerate a bit here, hehe.. :p
Can’t wait to be there
Though the house is no longer the same, it is still the same vicinity where lots of things happened.
The place where i posed nude, sunbathed in the front yard. Couple months old, of course. :p
The fence where i got hold of the cat’s tail. No memory of what happened next, but there was a picture. Barely a toddler.
The same fence where i, blindfolded, walked straight to, loosened my tooth as a gory consequence. Milk tooth, fortunately.
Still the same fence, where i stood on, following my friends’ example, tried to jump forward, but instead dived down head first backward, lost consciousness for a second or two, got up feeling okay but wailed after touching the forehead and felt the blood. The scar remains until now, some sort of dimple on the forehead. :p
Again, the same fence, the much older me tried to jump over it, ripping my shorts instead. Hehe.
I miss that green iron fence. :’)
So much for a fence, eh? ^-^
Could list many other, but too sleepy to recall the memories.
all that fence thing surfaced after getting the title for this post: tiptoeing tintin. Someone said today that i look like tintin from a far. ^^; (opone sing koyo tintin jal?hihihi)
the remark somehow sticks in my mind throughout the day, hence the title, with tiptoeing being the rhyming complementary word, which also means something.
The way i walk.
Sometimes.
Well, most of the times.
:p
A thing that would sometimes be noticed.

Now, another topic.
no wonder it was difficult to make, with this kind of sudden turn of thoughts. Definitely not a train of thoughts. Some trucks of thoughts, mebbe.
Hmm.. Wait a minute.. I’d better write down another post. Later, or tomorrow, perhaps. It just don’t go with the title.
Night all..

Pomegranate night

Simply because that’s the last thing i chewed tonight.

Ealah, menungsa.
Bisa ya, masih senyum-senyum -walaupun cuma titik dua dan kurung tutup- meskipun saktenane pengeen banget ngantemi sansak dengan alis njengkureng kaya uler taun (atau kèkèt?).
Hmm.. Gampang terpengaruh, memang, saya ini. Baru baca separo buku madepngalorngidulsugih, eh sudah kebawa gayanya Pak Ageng. Njuk kepikiran, opo ya harusnya saya baca jurnal2 yang kalimatnya thariktharik panjangnya tur ora mudhengi itu?? Rasanya kok wegah.
Tapi ya.. Piye yo, mbundet, cupet, rasane.
If i had to make an analogy, here it is:
You’re in an art class, and the teacher asks you all to go out in some sort of field-all scenic with the blue skies, silvery white clouds, wild flowers blooming in every direction, butterflies and bees busy flying to and fro- and tells you to pick one object and make a painting of that choice.
Everyone but you cheers up and starts sketching.
You, on the other hand, stood motionless.
Looking up, the sky is brightest blue, should be easy to draw this one. But, what if it gets too bland? Too plain? Too monotonously blue?
Glancing the surroundings; pretty sight of spring. But, what color, which flower? There’s just too many.

-writing stopped here, too sleepy to continue-

Point is, the light bulb is still off.

anamnesis

And i,
as the low rumble of thunder
beckons the dreamers deeper into
their warm hideaways,
almost forgot,
it also rained that night.

Questions, wandered inside the light
brown spheres,
Answers, glided in the tangle of twigs:
Fluttered, flickered; flame.
Cotton-soft warmth in scorching touch.

one left out little planet: a missing chapter of the book

And so, you ask
If that’s a dream
Or a fantasy,
Say I, neither is nor

Dream would be one where
You and i walk side by side holding hands towards the
Lilac-colored sunset of one ethereal afternoon;
Fantasy would be one where i sit reading
Under an old mahogany tree, you
Barefooted sippin’ your tea
Next to me;

This, my dear,
Is one non-ubiquitous world
Woven by flares of desire,
Spun by the fragile threads of hope
The only citizen, oblivious to the
universe
I, bathe in the sea of your light,
Blinded; burned, singed
by the dancing crackles of your fire.

a sunday slightly less ordinary

really, with such a sore throat, you’ve gotta stop trying to sing, girl…

 

okay, here i am in front of my laptop, typing awkwardly on the keyboard (guess i’ve been away too long from this device; that or the fact that i need to trim my nails), trying to spill the words, in hope that this writing activity will shut my mouth for a while.

why the need to shut up, you say? well, for a two days now, i have been having difficulty swallowing. it becomes a conscious thing to do, no longer a reflex. to make things worse, i have been in this weird craving for singing, lately. or trying to, as a matter of fact. spent the last 12 hours screaming at the top of my lungs (not 12hours straight, but still, i feel my larynx need a massage out of fatigue ) . not a pretty thing to hear, that i can be sure of, but it felt good, hahahaha..

well, that’s just one way to kill the time, right, a thing to keep you occupied, a mask to hide the yearning?

didn’t really do much these two days. maybe knowing that tomorrow is still an off-office day make that much difference. and with that, the favorite word of all time, procrastination

it’s like getting a justification to keep from doing chores that should’ve been done by today, this free day stuff

i know that some time ago i said it woulda been really nice to have an extra day off at the weekend, a three instead of a two. well, it does feel good to know i don’t have to go to the office tomorrow, but on the other side, it sucks that i kinda just vegged out. me humans, never satisfied.

ergh.. it’s getting more painful to swallow. (yeah, blame yourself for that, darl)

upon waking up on saturday, realized i just had another beautiful dream -sorta was the kind of dreams i always dream of having. it was a wonderful way to start a day, waking up from dreams like that, but as the day went, that was just the best it could get. nothing more. well, i shouldn’t expect that the days will go just exactly the same as they were, but still, i was waiting. *here, a little smile that doesn’t say approval nor disagreement*

heck, i shouldn’t expect anything at all, to be frank. (yeah, who are you anyway, eh, girl?)

hmmh.. now i have this strange thought. of you, going back to that place, and returning here repeating what had happened.

my.

scenes whirling inside my head. striving to be acknowledged, struggling to be accepted, wishing to be remembered, and confusingly demanding to be forgotten.

and here we go again, another mumbo jumbo of the brain.

just so stories

Midnite. Very quiet here, and i am still wide awake. Today Yesterday almost felt like friday, which is today, which means i’m going to confuse my mind more than i should and i have to stop yapping about this yesterday and today thing, so stop.
Let’s talk about other things.
Just watched another ep of oth, one before the last of season 2. The quote was Shaw’s two tragedies. Here is the quote (yeah, i googled it, kind sir :p ):

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.

To some point i’d say i can really relate to that quote, heheheh.. then again, there’s just so many quotes you can relate to, eh, girl?

I’d love to explore deeper about the quotation but my cerebral cortex seems to be too fatigued from doing nothing in the daylight, so i’ll pass for now and hopefully i would remember to write a thing or two about that later on.
I’ll just do a little recap on yesterday. It’s been a while since i write this way, been too occupied with drowning deeper the bottomless hole i still do .
Did a little shopping this evening (that reminds me i bought but haven’t read the 2 comic books and a bahasa-translated “Just So Stories”!), got a buy-one-get-one flavored popcorn (let’s abuse the microwave again, guys, heheheh) and guess what? A green tea flavored LuVeLitee! (yay!)
I still love the chocolate one the most, but the green tea one is really light, not too sweet, and comes in a perfect size.
Being claimed to be low fat, i personally think it’ll lessen the guilt any girl-who-thinks-she’s-fat feels eating the icecream

Drowsiness is kicking in, still want to write but i need to get up early so i’ll just stop here. All in all, today-i mean yesterday- was really great. (one little detail played a huge part here, but i’m not telling :p)
Hope tomorrow’s -today- much greater than yesterday

Hmm.. Just came to mind, another Shaw’s quote, an example of one of few weeks ago’s wod, that says:

What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.

This guy must have written so many quotable lines, dontcha think? I’ll look it up later, maybe sylvia plath’s works, too. Seems interesting.

Nyah. Bed time, girl, now.
No opening, no body, no conclusion. Not an essay, either. Heehee.
Night, world..

07.09

..when i let a day go by without talking to you..that day’s just no good

The one simple line that says it all
Maybe my fave quote so far <3