Kak Hera seriously stated she would frame our keepsake photos with the glass display. Jokingly but lovely warm-hearted sentences she said. "Several years later when I see this photo..Ahh.. This is Muslim, he has been a lecturer. My single friends have been married and having many children". It's that freaking short one and half years of friendship but it really is a bless to acquaint with those 22 amazing people.
We learn together. Together we learn. It's not all about the subjects and materials from lectuers as the only matters. We learn about life from each other. Learn how to be wise so you can escape from your narrow-minded head to only be close with certain friends only. And refuse to be close to people you think will break your comfort zone. Learn how to be patient because you start to understand it is not your right to hope everyone will satisfy you. You ought to do so to others. No matter it will be a bad feedback in return.
We are young adults but being kid in heart. After quarelling to think your friends simply wash their hands of responsibility to finish group tasks, we laugh. Getting zero in your formatives, we laugh. Everywhere we go, we laugh. Seriously we always babble. Everyone talks at the same time and no one wish to be the listener.
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Took the photoshoot in Mari Photo at H. M. Joni area. It was almost been postponed because PakBer announced our bad improvement in Qualitative Research and give one extra meeting. Not as a remedy. Just an extended chance for everyone wishing to fix their scores, as he stated.
Funny thing happened. When we were ready for the photoshoot, suddenly I remembered where was Kak Helfi? Kak Helfi? Where was she?? Call her, call her.. Oh she is on the way. No, the studio would close in 20 minutes ahead. Call her.. *puppy eyes to the photographer*
They don’t know it hurts me so hard to hear what they said after my father’s death. His pain is stopped and if he were still alive, he needs to continue suffering the syndrome. It’s like they know what we had gone through, till the point no matter what the worst condition my father had been, we kept thinking those f*cking pains would be healed. It’s a sadly true confession and I’d tried my best to accept my father had passed away..
There were the times when I had some imaginations about my future. What kind of man I will marry with. How many grandchildren I’ll give to my parents. My future husband will drive the car on a family vacation and my youngest child will sit on my father’s lap in the front seat next to my husband. My child will call him Opung. I smiled every time I ended to imagine about that. And now when I try to recall what I always imagine about, I end by crying.
I’d also tried my best to live my life normally. But it’s too hard. Sometimes in the morning, I woke up with tears. What a blank life without you, father, I think. When I was on the way to anywhere, I remembered him. When I was waiting for my brother to pick me up in the bus stop, I remembered how he used to phone me every night based on my campus schedule, and waited me patiently not less then 15 minutes from my coming.
When I ride my motorbike zig-zag due to avoid the stones, I’ll remember the time when we pushed him to move his body so it won’t be stiff. He had been on his sofa for months. So riding me to the bus stop will be one of the exercise to his body movement. He tried his best. To ride the motorbike as good as possible because he did it like he could do it for days. It feared me, actually. He tried his best. To never care what people might think when they saw his skin condition.
And now I try my best. To never let my tears down in between my laughs among people I socialise with. To speak normally like I fully accept my father’s gone. To stop crying when every time to see his pictures on my phone. And to welcome my future without him.
Actual date was on October 26, 2015
It's used to be known as Rumah Burger which I ever made a post about it when I was treated by my sister. This time I revisited this homey eatery which I call a gem in the rabbit hole. Went there with Tari, Evin and Kak Noni with no kidding effort. The big me and Tari included the so petite Evin should deal with the unhappy moment to reach the burger place. The jam was not nice seriously. Tari gave the wrong address so we had to give extra money if we didn't want to continue by walking to the opposite way from the place we had reached. It's worth it for the happy tummy in the end actually.
Evin is the best food in crime I ever had. We always share the food we ordered so we can try another menu. But to be honest it ends with the money saving programme hahahaha.. This time we ordered this Nduts Blepots Burger. The beef patty is so thick and so good for sure. Vegetables are fresh but the cabbage was such a disappointment for me. I wished it was lettuce. And the meat sauce is the main star. Add tomato sauce and it would be tasted even better.
Kak Noni's order which was successfully executed by herself.. alone..
Tari's order..
We ordered lemon squash for drinks but it was a disappointment. Tasting more like sprite.
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