lagi pengen marah-marah.
Lagi pengen ngerasa muda lagi, wekeke. Jaman dulu, saya sering baca seri buku tentang cewe-cewe abg gitu, halah. Yah kalo sekarang mungkin istilahnya teenlit kali ye. Menilik rak buku, berikut adalah seri-seri yang saya baca semasa SD dulu. Tiap buku bergiliran cerita tentang tokoh yang beda. Semuanya terjemahan, soalnya dulu belum jago bahasa Inggris (kaya sekarang jago aja).
1. Girl Talk
Girl Talk ini berkisah tentang persahabatan 4 orang anak SMP di Acorn Falls: Sabrina, Katie, Randy, dan Allison. Si Sabrina hobi ngegosip dan hampir di setiap buku selalu naksir cowo, wekeke. Katie adalah anak alim yang kemudian memberontak kabur dari pasukan pembawa bendera dan bergabung di tim hoki cowo. Randy yang suka bergaya aneh adalah pendatang baru dari New York. Terakhir, ada Allison yang paling kalem, keturunan Indian yang menjajaki karir sebagai model juga.
Koleksi saya untuk seri ini kayanya ada 26 buku. Sebenernya ga penting sih ceritanya, berkisar di situ-situ aja, sering ga masuk akal dan sering ga konsisten. Belum lagi terjemahannya busuk luar biasa. Tapi jaman dulu mah asik-asik aja tuh.
2. Sweet Valley Series
Yang ini berkisah tentang anak kembar: Jessica dan Elizabeth. Dari segi penampakan, keduanya sangat mirip satu sama lain, tapi kepribadiannya bertolak belakang. Elizabeth yang lebih tua 4 menit daripada Jessica lebih serius dan bertanggung jawab. Sementara itu, Jessica lebih suka berhura-hura.
Nah seri ini BUANYAK banget subserinya (kosa kata baru). Ada Sweet Valley Kids, saat si kembar masih kecil banget, kelas 1 SD kalo ga salah. Lalu Sweet Valley Twins, saat udah di SMP kalo ga salah. Sweet Valley High saat mereka di SMA. Terakhir Sweet Valley University. Lalu untuk tiap subseri, ada lagi kelompok-kelompoknya. Ada Super Thriller, Super Chiller, banyak deh.
Favorit saya adalah Sweet Valley Twins, tapi saya cuma punya sampe nomor 18 (berdasarkan Wikipedia, ada 118 T_T). Pokoknya 18 buku yang saya baca itu oke berat deh. Sweet Valley High udah mulai malesin, apa lagi covernya, wokwokwok.
3. Baby Sitters Club
Dari judul serinya, sudah bisa ketebak, ceritanya tentang anak SMP yang mendirikan klub baby sitter. Awalnya ada Kristy, sang pencetus ide; Mary-Ann, sahabat Kristy yang pemalu luar biasa; Claudia, seniman keturunan Jepang; dan Stacy, anak cantik dari New York. Menyusul, bergabunglah Dawn. Baby Sitters Club ini lumayan sering juga mengalami perubahan susunan organisasi. Waktu Stacy pindah lagi ke New York, masuklah Mallory dan Jessi. Ada baby sitter cowo juga loh: Logan dan Shannon.
Kalau seri ini saya cuma punya sedikit, cuma 6 atau 7 kalo ga salah. Dulu sempet minjem beberapa dari Bu Mia. Tapi dari semua yang pernah saya baca itu, oke-oke semua deh ceritanya.
4. Ford Supermodels of The World
Kalau yang ini tokoh-tokohnya udah lebih gede sedikit. Umur 15-17an. Dari judulnya juga udah ketebak, semuanya supermodel, wokwokwok. Ada Paige, Cassandra, Naira, Kerri, Katarina, dan Pia. Semuanya punya latar belakang yang beda-beda. Saya ga tau ada berapa buku di seri ini, saya cuma punya 6.
Nah dari semua seri yang saya sebutkan di atas, kayanya ga satupun diantaranya yang pernah saya lihat deh di toko-toko buku lokal terdekat. Sayang sekali menurut saya, solanya Sweet Valley Twins dan The Baby Sitters Club itu asik punya, hehe. Jaman sekarang apa ya bacaan sejenis?
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.
– Charles Darwin
This post has nothing to do with the controversy around Darwin’s natural selection. It’s just, sometimes I think that adaptation is something I can never be good at. I love my comfort zone. I love my routines. I love it when everything is familiar.
Sometimes I have this reluctance when it comes to meeting new people. Because it takes a lot of effort to get to know someone. To make a stranger become a friend, an enemy, or remain a stranger.
Like when you open a book and you have no idea if you’ll like it or not. When you don’t like the beginning but still continue reading. Or when you’ve read half of it and still don’t like it and you doubt whether to stop or not. You can stop and save yourself from the torture. You can continue and turns out it has a good ending that is worth the effort of reading the beginning.
And meeting new people is really just like reading books, sometimes you have to endure and finish it no matter what. The only difference is, I’m not good with people.
>… of work? No. At least not what I’m talking about now, hehe. I feel hot and dizzy. My throat hurts, my head aches. Worst of all, now that I have the time to have a proper sleep, I can’t even close my eyes. I’m officially sick. At weekend. The very right time to get sick.
>I have 5 minutes before the workshop begins. Don’t really know what I want to write, because when I wake up this morning I swear to myself I won’t complain anything about work. Well at least just for today. I will be very productive and very seriously learn these
nonsense useful technologies about “software as services”.
There’s a Nestle coffee machine here, which reminds me of my internship at IBM and how we, the interns, used to finish off the Milo. Not one of the best times of my life, anyway.
Well, the workshop begins. Actually today’s workshop is far more interesting than the last two days. The idea of building applications without having to write a single line of code? That’s fascinating. JDeveloper is fascinating. Except that it has so many panels, which is confusing. And it takes up too much memory and patience. It takes forever for my page to load.
Or I made a mistake. Because others don’t take that long. Let’s see…
Turns out, after redoing the lab, it’s the last step that makes my page won’t work. And I did everything in the tutorial. Whatever. I’ll just skip and proceed. I like it here, I wish I don’t have to go back to office again tomorrow. Or for good. Oh well. What is it about my promise to stop complaining?
Anyway, I’m further in this lab than everyone else (maybe because I simply ignore all the error and move on) so I have extra time now. Do you know that I’ve written this post since 9 am (it is now 2 pm)? Maybe I should just stop.
>Let’s just say I’m in the mood to write. I have 3 active blogs and I’ve updated all of them yesterday. You would wonder why I need 3 blogs.
Ok, the first one is this blog, the oldest one, for posts about daily life. Or random, foolish thoughts, more likely. And then I have a private blog for the heart talks. Not only about love life (even though most of the posts are really about it), but anything I feel too personal or too stupid to be exposed in public. Why not create a private post in the same blog, then? Well, I’m just afraid I might forget to mark it as personal post. Or maybe I just want to separate those aspects of my life. Anything. The third one is my Tumblr, which I’m not sure what it’s for. I create the blog when I was really bored at work. I like Tumblr, only sometimes I’m not sure whether to write here or there. Well, why does it matter anyway? As long as I can find a place to write.
Blogging was once very popular in CSUI05. We put links of each other’s blogs and check the blog aggregator to see who has updated his/her blog. We put shoutbox in our page so everyone can write unimportant things there. There was almost always a comment for each post and a gossip following it. Ah, I miss those days.
I did not notice when the blogging ritual disappear. Suddenly everyone was too busy. Or maybe it’s the booming of microblogging like Plurk or Twitter or just Facebook status. I have those accounts too, of course. But I never think they are enough to accommodate my thoughts, because well, I think a lot. So I stick with these macro-blogs.
And as if they’re not enough, I still write a diary too. Really, who still write diaries these days? Hehe. I don’t know, there’s something romantic about writing in a diary. Or simple, more likely. All that you need are just a pen and a diary. Not complicated things like a computer and Internet connection. Well, back to the romantic part. When you write a diary, your handwriting also expresses your emotions. I like to see how my handwriting becomes larger when I’m angry, or smaller and neat when I’m not really in the mood to write but have nothing to do, or messy when I’m so happy and impatient to write about my happiness.
Anyway, you must have noticed how I write in English in the latest posts (if you bother to spend your time reading my blog). Some of you who know me well will know that I really love Bahasa Indonesia. And it’s not like my English is good. Well actually I’ve been writing in English for quite a long time in my private blog and diary, but I reserve this blog mostly for posts in Bahasa Indonesia. So why? Well just the fact that I will need to use English soon and I’d better improve it from now.
That’s it for tonight. Time to read and go to sleep. Bye everyone.
… and can hereby officially offer you the Erasmus Mundus scholarship for course edition 2010-2012 …
My first reaction after reading those words is crying. Thanking God for everything, for giving me the chance to read those words. Gratitude, that was all I had.
Next, the excitement.
Here’s when I started browsing about Malta and Groningen.
The universities, available courses, which ones I would like to take, which ones I would not.
The incredibly beautiful beaches of Malta.
Things I will do, books I will find, pictures I will take.
Friends I will meet.
Then came the worries.
This is when the what-ifs popped into my head.
What if I can’t find moslems there?
What if it’s hard to find halal food?
What if somehow I run out of money?
Where will I pray?
And now, the fear.
Those are the lands of strangers. Somehow I’m afraid of not having any friends. I don’t easily make friends. Sometimes I smile to strangers, but mostly I don’t. I’m going to try hard of course, but still I’m worried of being lonely there.
And there are people here I will leave, those who love me and I love. Family, friends, boyfriend. How am I gonna make it without them? How will they be without me?
All those feelings are now mixed up.
I know the excitements will sometimes fade. There will be times when the courses are too difficult, or good books are hard to find, or anything.
I know the worries will die before I could even realize it. Maybe then they’re replaced with the new ones.
I know the fear will eventually go away. It may take longer than everyone else, but so far I can always find friends anywhere I go.
Well then I just hope that the gratitude never leaves me. I just hope that I can always, and by always I really mean all the time, find something to be grateful of.