Monday, 16 December 2013

Losing my mind

Ugh...


I kept saying that a lot especially when the things becomes so bad.

Is there such thing called "Friendship" nowadays? Everyone seems okay with their masks and bullshit. I'm an invisible friend, okay i get it. You can come and go whenever the hell you want and never really count me as a person? the fuck..!

I hate everything. how people trying to gain attention these day just make me want to punch them right in the face.

ugh i lost my ability to write. and this lack of imagination just making me more sick than ever. I can't do anything right and can't even think clear. 

I need those times where i can sit in my room, not doing anything but writing. Write everything, stories, rants or even just a nonsense poems. Where the day has gone? What am i doing? Why can't i take the risk? What's best for me? So much question to fucked my mind up. 

ugh. enough said.
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Thursday, 12 December 2013

Nothingness

Sometimes i feel like i couldn't be any depressed than today. Work and Friendship are totally overwhelmed and almost fucked me up. How many betrayal i have to deal in my life? why can't i have a decent friendhsip? Someone who never stab me from behind or leave me in my difficult times. 
But hell. i'm here trying to deal with it though it hurts. 

i become more aware about whats coming in the future. I need to rebuild my wall of trust. i'm seriously getting sick of people. I've changed my perspective A LOT. Trying to see everything from someone else's eyes. But once i turn around, everything is become sooooo messy. i don't know whats wrong with me anymore or maybe it's just the world. look, i don't know. 

or

I need to trust myself before i can trust others. Trust my own strengths, my ability to overcome whatever outcome me are presented.

I know we can not ever control what others choose to be. Mostly i handle it with rage.
No i don't need help. It's called being human.i don't trust anybody and i feel like it's natural to not trust anybody regardless of who they are or what they've done for me.

Yeah, the world sucks. We’re lied to since we are born, then we have to learn to cope with things the way they are as they emerge worse and worse the older we get. We can't trust the media, we can't trust the government,we CAN NOT TRUST A SINGLE PERSON.

this all shit leads me to an anger. anger to the world and people.

It's like that song by Bowling For Soup, "High School Never Ends"..there's a line in there that goes, "The whole damn world is just as obsessed with who's the best dressed and who's having sex".

Unfortunately, it's true. Whatever happened to the things that matter? Where everyone was content with all the small simple things in life? We live in a such a materialistic, money-hungry world where the people would sell their souls just to make a quick buck. It's sad, in some cases understandable, but it's still depressing nonetheless...
It corrupts you, and the image of what you once were continues to fade until it disappears from existence all together. You become an entirely different person.and you can't see it, because you accept it as the "real" you...I hate it. This is not the kind of change that the people fought for so many years ago.

I mean, look at tv. Everywhere you look they cover stuff that shouldn't matter, like what a celebrity is wearing, who they're dating, etc..meaningless gossip that has no relevance. But, it's there anyway, because unfortunately, people actually seem to care about those damned celebrities.

Betrayals, agony , sadness will finally leads us to Nothingness. because no ones give a shit anymore. People don't care about how you feel. The way they hurt you is just another way to show how fucked up they are as a human.
Nothing that matters is important and nothing important matters. People are so self-obsessed and absorbed into their own little niches. Each to their own fishbowl of a world.

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Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Freaking out! (Part II)


For me, once depression hits... it's just a never ending, vicious cycle. I hate to feel this way. A sunny day doesn't cheer me up anymore. Things that made me happy before, don't really do it for me now. I'm always tired. Stressed beyond measure. I'm always anxious. Constantly overthinking. My negative thoughts always provoke depression, and like I said -- it's a downward spiral from there. I just start thinking of all the mistakes I've made, or feel stupid for trusting people. I build walls that are pretty impossible to break through. I'm torn between wanting to feel closeness to other people/friends, but at the same time I want to protect myself from being hurt again. I'm a mess, full of self doubt. I hate depression. It changes me into a person that I don't even know anymore. In the deepest depths of it, I've had scary suicidal thoughts. I tried therapy, but maybe it wasn't a good fit. I'm just hoping I can pull through and be more resilient finally.Every day is a battle to feel any kind of worth, at best you can be hyper for a few hours, at worst it feels like no one would even notice you if you were gone. I cry all the time for no apparent reason. I am just sitting in a void of nothingness and I see no chance of it getting better. I can't say I have highs and lows because all it seems is low and lower.It's bloody hell. Literally. It hurts, and yet is nothing. The little scraps of feeling you do get never last. You stay up late, wondering about everything, and lose everything you were before. People tell you it's just a phase. They're lying. They'll say it gets better. I have no idea.

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Freaking out ( Part I)

One of the depression symptoms that really stood out for me was a feeling of heaviness in my body. I would sit down to watching youtube, which was something that had always given me a lot of joy, and it felt like I had weights attached to my body and mind, making a previously enjoyable activity feel like it was just too much effort.
There may come a time, in the near future, when you begin to fear that you have accidentally wasted your entire 20s.The beginning of my depression had been nothing but feelings, so the emotional deadening that followed was a welcome relief.  I had always wanted to not give a fuck about anything. I viewed feelings as a weakness — annoying obstacles on my quest for total power over myself. And I finally didn't have to feel them anymore.
But my experiences slowly flattened and blended together until it became obvious that there's a huge difference between not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck. Cognitively, you might know that different things are happening to you, but they don't feel very different.Which leads to horrible, soul-decaying boredom.I tried to get out more, but most fun activities just left me existentially confused or frustrated with my inability to enjoy them. I was still sort of uncomfortable about how bored and detached I felt around other people, and I was still holding out hope that the whole thing would spontaneously work itself out. As long as I could manage to not alienate anyone, everything might be okay!

However, I could no longer rely on genuine emotion to generate facial expressions, and when you have to spend every social interaction consciously manipulating your face into shapes that are only approximately the right ones, alienating people is inevitable. It's weird for people who still have feelings to be around depressed people. They try to help you have feelings again so things can go back to normal, and it's frustrating for them when that doesn't happen. From their perspective, it seems like there has got to be some untapped source of happiness within you that you've simply lost track of, and if you could just see how beautiful things are... At first, I'd try to explain that it's not really negativity or sadness anymore, it's more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can't feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you're horribly bored and lonely, but since you've lost your ability to connect with any of the things that would normally make you feel less bored and lonely, you're stuck in the boring, lonely, meaningless void without anything to distract you from how boring, lonely, and meaningless it is. 

But people want to help. So they try harder to make you feel hopeful and positive about the situation. You explain it again, hoping they'll try a less hope-centric approach, but re-explaining your total inability to experience joy inevitably sounds kind of negative; like maybe you WANT to be depressed. The positivity starts coming out in a spray — a giant, desperate happiness sprinkler pointed directly at your face. And it keeps going like that until you're having this weird argument where you're trying to convince the person that you are far too hopeless for hope just so they'll give up on their optimism crusade and let you go back to feeling bored and lonely by yourself.  And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something — it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing. You can't fill it up. You can't cover it. It's just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren't necessarily looking for solutions. You're maybe just looking for someone to say "sorry about how dead your fish are" or "wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though." 

I started spending more time alone.

 Perhaps it was because I lacked the emotional depth necessary to panic, or maybe my predicament didn't feel dramatic enough to make me suspicious, but I somehow managed to convince myself that everything was still under my control right up until I noticed myself wishing that nothing loved me so I wouldn't feel obligated to keep existing. It's a strange moment when you realize that you don't want to be alive anymore. If I had feelings, I'm sure I would have felt surprised. I have spent the vast majority of my life actively attempting to survive. Ever since my most distant single-celled ancestor squiggled into existence, there has been an unbroken chain of things that wanted to stick around. Yet there I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you'd want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.When I say that deciding to not kill myself was the worst part, I should clarify that I don't mean it in a retrospective sense. From where I am now, it seems like a solid enough decision. But at the time, it felt like I had been dragging myself through the most miserable, endless wasteland, and — far in the distance — I had seen the promising glimmer of a slightly less miserable wasteland. And for just a moment, I thought maybe I'd be able to stop and rest. But as soon as I arrived at the border of the less miserable wasteland, I found out that I'd have to turn around and walk back the other way. 
And every direction was bullshit for a really long time, especially up. The absurdity of working so hard to continue doing something you don't like can be overwhelming. And the longer it takes to feel different, the more it starts to seem like everything might actually be hopeless bullshit. 
My feelings did start to return eventually. But not all of them came back, and they didn't arrive symmetrically.

I had not been able to care for a very long time, and when I finally started being able to care about things again, I HATED them. But hatred is technically a feeling, and my brain latched onto it like a child learning a new word.

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Monday, 9 December 2013

I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.”-- Allie Brosh
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Saturday, 30 November 2013

Rolling In The Deep

Ah, hari ini aku kembali nikmatin cahaya matahari pagi lagi, sudah sebulan ini aku terbangun kemudian bergegas mandi dan berangkat ke kantor. Senang rasanya mandangin pergerakkan awan di langit pagi, bawaan nya pengen senyum aja. Tapi kemudian cuaca cerah dan biru nya langit gak bertahan lama, datang si awan kelabu membawa rintikkan hujan nya ke bumi.
Kemudian lagi, aku berpikir. Ya, banyak sudah waktu aku habiskan untuk berpikir , terlalu rumit di dalam sini (Nunjuk kepala). Mari kita bawa postingan kali ini lebih mendalam. 

Aku kangen Papa
Dia gak kemana-mana, masih ada. Tapi, kenyataan bahwa dia harus berbagi cinta dengan keluarga barunya sedikit membuatku iri. Papa dulu selalu jadi pahlawanku, dia selalu ada disaat mereka nge-bully aku. Papa pasti jadi orang yang pertama kali membelaku mati-matian, bahkan pada saat mama menyalahkan ku sekalipun. Papa sering berjuang mati-matian demi aku, Panas terik, hujan, dingin nya malam bukan apa-apa baginya demi memenuhi keinginanku. 
Memandang keadaan saat ini aku diharuskan untuk belajar dewasa, mengerti bahwa papa kini tidak hanya milik aku dan mama saja. Sekarang aku seperti kepala keluarga sekaligus tulang punggung mama. Aku pintar menyembunyikan depresi ku dengan senyuman, Agar mama gak akan pernah tau kalau aku rapuh. Aku mau mama tetap mengenal Aku yang tangguh, berani, kuat dan tidak mudah menyerah. 
Tapi sekali lagi, aku kangen papa. Pernah di saat jam 2 malam asma sialan ku kambuh, waktu itu belum punya oksigen pernafasan bantuan, alhasil mama jadi panik. Tapi, kemudian diantara hampir kehabisan nafas itu, terlintas bayangan dulu waktu papa masih tinggal dirumah. Panik nya papa beda sama panik nya mama. Papa pasti bakalan cari 1001 cara untuk bisa membawaku kerumah sakit, meski kadang sakitku cuma panas biasa. Dan malam itu, ketika aku sadar kenyataan sudah berubah, aku mencoba terus bernafas dan bernafas. Papa gak disini, kamu harus kuat, Ai. Ujarku pada diriku sendiri. Akhirnya Asma sialan itu berhenti bertingkah juga. 

Belum selesai dengan masalah broken home, aku masih struggles dengan kehilangan di masa lalu, semua yang kenal aku pasti tau kalau aku kehilangan sahabat terbaik yang satu-satunya bisa mengerti aku. Mereka sempat melihatku dengan tatapan kasihan, sebagian lagi mencibir karena menganggapku terlalu berlebihan, namun tidak sedikit juga yang mengatakan bahwa aku sekarang mengidap ganguan jiwa.

Well, biar ku ceritakan lagi kenapa aku menjadi pribadi yang berubah 360 derajat setelah kehilangan Sahabat.

Aku berbeda dengan kalian,  yang bisa supel dan enerjik di sekolah. Aku pada umumnya sama dengan kebanyakkan anak sekolahan. Yang sedikit membedakan, dari SD aku sering di bully dan dikatain sama teman sekolah. Entah apa yang membuat mereka selalu mengatai aku, tapi yang jelas wajah-wajah penuh ejek itu masih membekas di kepalaku sampai sekarang. Kebanyakkan dari mereka yang suka meledekku adalah anak laki-laki. Waktu itu aku pernah di lemparin pake tusuk lidi, di siram pake air WC dan di ceburin ke dalam selokan dan di hina habis-habisan. Aku sudah merasakan semua nya. di usia ku yang masih muda saat itu, aku mengambil keputusan tepat untuk tetap bertahan dan cuek sampai lulus SD. tapi ada kalanya hal itu terlalu jauh dan membuatku menangis sendirian di pojokkan kelas. 
Pem-bully-an tersebut berdampak pada perkembangan mentalku ketika mulai memasuki SMP, aku sulit menjadi diriku sendiri, cenderung berpura-pura agar bisa menempatkan diri dengan mereka yang normal. Jauh di dalam jiwaku, sebenarnya aku anak yang cenderung menyendiri dan pendiam. Aku takut membuka diri dengan mereka. Aku takut bilang kepada mereka kalau aku "berbeda". Aku takut mereka kembali mengejek dan menghinaku seperti di SD dlu. Dan jujur ku akui, aku belum sepenuhnya menjadi diriku sendiri sampai duduk di kelas 3 SMP. Disitu awal aku kenal sosok hebat yang bernama Nadya. Ketika memasuki ruang kelas 3 yang baru, aku masih bingung dan cemas karena tidak ada satupun dari mereka yang akrab denganku, sebagian pernah satu kelas denganku pas di kelas 1 namun tidak ada satupun dari mereka yang mau berbaik hati tersenyum ataupun menyapa ku. Kursi di belakang sudah di isi penuh oleh geng anak-anak "Populer" . sehingga yang tersisa hanya di depan. Aku pikir aku bakalan sendiri, duduk di depan memandangi papan tulis. Kemudian Nadya datang, menyadari hanya kursi depan yang kosong, dia pun menaruh tas nya di sebelahku. Saat itu dia tidak banyak berbicara, tapi dia SATU-SATUNYA yang memberikan senyum nya padaku. Aku mulai merasa di hargai saat itu. hari demi hari ku pelajari pribadinya, ternyata dia tidak se-angkuh yang mereka katakan. mereka selalu bilang "Nadya itu jutek, dia cuma mau temanan sama orang yang level nya sama kayak dia" dan baru kusadari itu semua BULLSHIT! mereka cuma iri dengan Nadya. Waktu berlalu, aku dan Nadya menjadi sahabat yang sulit terpisahkan saat itu. Meski masih kurasakan ejekkan mereka tentangku, tapi aku tidak sendiri, karena saat itu Nadya mengerti posisiku, dia pun mengalami hal yang sama. 
Tiba saat nya masuk ke SMA. Aku memutuskan untuk masuk di Salah satu SMA favorit di samarinda saat itu, berkas dan keperluan lain sudah masuk. menjelang seminggu Masa Orientasi, Nadya menelponku.

"Da, kita masuk SMK aja yuk, yang di Jl Ahmad Dahlan." Suaranya terdengar cemas.
"Loh, kenapa emang, Yah(nama kecil Nadya)"
"Aku gak yakin kita bisa Survive di SMA favorit itu. Kita di SMK aja ya, temanin aku disana."
Aku sedikit bingung dengan nya saat itu, kenapa seorang Nadya bisa ragu. biasanya dia selalu pasti dalam membuat keputusan.
"Hmmm oke deh, aku bilang sama papaku dlu untuk masukan kita di SMK situ."
"Yang bener da? Seriusan??"
"Iyaaaaa. aku ngikut kamu aja"

Percakapan singkat itu merubah kehidupan kami selanjutnya. Kami menjadi perbincangan teman sekelas karena di anggap ga bisa berbaur dengan yang lain. Kami kembali mengalami yang nama nya Bullying. kali ini hampir satu sekolah menghakimi. Dari cara aku dan Nadya berpakaian, dari tas yang kami pakai, dari jam tangan, sepatu dll semua menjadi masalah bagi mereka. Hanya hitungan hari Nadya sudah menjadi Selebriti di sekolah. Semua cowok-cowok ganjen sibuk mencoba ngambil perhatian Nadya dengan manggil-manggil namanya,
handphone Nadya mulai penuh dengan SMS gombal najis yang bakalan langsung dia hapus. Kadang pas jam pelajaran banyak yang nelpon dan misscall. Namun, hal itu mengundang banyak kecemburuan dan rasa dengki dari kalangan cewek yang se angkatan maupun yang senior. Aku dan Nadya pernah di musuhin 1 kelas , karena Nadya dituduh ngambil pacar nya ehhmm sebut aja Sinta. Sinta waktu itu benci banget sama Nadya. berhubung geng mereka ada 9 orang(kalau gak salah) akhirnya aku yang satu-satunya membela Nadya. 
Pengen rasanya Nonjok mereka ketika ngatain Nadya "Perempuan Laknat" APA HAK MEREKA ME-LAKNAT ?? mereka bukan Tuhan. Disini Anxiety disorder ku perlahan menggerogoti ku , tapi aku masih terlalu bodoh untuk menyadari nya. Setiap hari aku lewati dengan menahan emosi oleh sindiran dan kalimat kasar yang mereka lontarkan untuk ku dan Nadya. Nadya selalu jadi yang paling sabar. berbeda dengan ku. Pernah ada kasus aku dan Nadya hampir di keroyok kakak kelas. tapi gak jadi, karena mungkin mereka cuma berani rame-rame aja.Pas aku di panggil guru BP, Nadya pernah bilang "Da, aku percaya kok sama kamu, gak mungkin kamu yang salah. Bilang aja ini aku yang salah" Aku terdiam. Kenapa seorang Nadya mau mengorbankan diri untuk menerima hukuman ku? 
"Gak Yah, ini kasusku. Bukan kamu yang salah. biar aja aku yang di skors" 
"Ah sudah, biarin dah kita di Skors bedua, enak lagi bisa jalan kita ke SCP makan di foodcourt"

Dari situ aku mulai merasa arti seorang Sahabat. Dan semenjak saat itu juga perlahan trauma masa lalu ku menghilang. aku mulai open minded sama lingkungan sekitar, Nadya mengajarkan ku untuk tetap humble dan memaafkan mereka yang membenci kita. Masa-masa SMK adalah masa paling sulit bagi masa muda kami, karena kami selalu jadi orang yang dibenci dan dihina. tapi masa itu adalah masa dimana aku belajar untuk menjadi seorang sahabat sehidup semati. I always had her back, and vice versa. We rule our own imagination. We cried together. Kami merasakan susah dan senang nya menjadi anak sekolahan. 

We ever thought that this world is unfair, we hate everyone. Its just me and you.

"Aku gak akan pernah bisa marah ke kamu, bun. Kita sudah lama sahabatan masa mau marahan..aku minta maaf sudah sempat melupakan kamu sesaat, tapi aku masih sahabatmu bun. aku masih bisa jadi orang yang selalu ada buat kamu" 

Itu kalimat terakhir yang sampai sekarang jadi kenangan paling aku ingat dari Nadya. setelah 5 tahun bersahabat, akhirnya Tuhan memutuskan untuk memanggil Nadya untuk kembali. Disinilah puncak trauma ku semakin parah.

Setelah dia pergi, aku mengurung diri hampir berbulan-bulan di kamar, self-harmed, trying to overdoze myself, trying to choke my breath. yang aku pikir waktu itu adalah, aku cuma mau barengan lagi sama Nadya. Tanpa aku sadari, aku berubah. Aku kembali jadi AKU yang trauma waktu SD dulu, aku menutup diri, aku menjauhkan orang-orang yang pernah dekat denganku, aku membenci semua orang, aku bahkan membenci diriku sendiri. Aku sempat di kabarkan meninggal karena aku sama sekali gak keluar rumah berbulan-bulan. Karena orangtua ku khawatir, aku di bawa ke dokter, dan dokter itu bilang aku punya Anxiety disorder. Awalnya aku pikir dia becanda, mana mungkin ada penyakit aneh gitu nama nya. Tapi sejak saat itu aku mulai di beri obat-obat penenang seperti Xanax, Valium, Prozac anti depresan dll. Dunia ku berubah semenjak kehilangan Nadya. Aku sulit percaya dengan teman yang lain, terlebih lagi sudah sering di khianati. 

Jadi , inti dari cerita panjang tersebut, aku hanya mau menyimpulkan bahwa kalian yang bilang aku berlebihan, mungkin gak ngerti gimana sulitnya aku untuk bisa menjadi pribadi yang terbuka lagi setelah kejadian waktu SD, dan gimana rasanya ketika satu-satunya kekuatan mu untuk bisa ceria lagi , hilang dari kehidupan mu. Bagaikan di tarik keluar dari lingkaran kegelapan kemudian ketika hampir sampai ke atas , kamu kembali di jatuhkan lagi. 

Hakimi sesuka hati, karena aku tidak memungkiri kalau aku memang "berbeda" dari kalian. Tapi aku tidak gila seperti yang kalian pikir. Aku mungkin depresi, tapi tidak gila. 
bagiku pengalaman memiliki sebuah ikatan persahabatan, hanya kurasakan dengan Nadya. Karena kami benar-benar berjuang bersama dalam penghakiman dan tatapan sinis dunia.
Sebagian memandang, persahabatan itu foto-foto bareng, jalan bareng, ketawa bareng, atau bolos bareng. Tapi Persahabatan yang aku punya tidak se-sederhana itu. kami sama-sama belajar menghadapi sakitnya dihina dan di tindas, sakitnya ucapan fitnah, sakitnya tatapan iri dan sinis kalian yang pernah benci dengan kami. Sakitnya perjuangan untuk sekedar bisa sedikit bernafas lega tiap hari nya, karena harus di tekan oleh hierarki sosial.


Hargai orang lain, baik itu orang tua, sahabat, saudara. karena ketika kamu merasa mereka akan selalu ada di hidupmu, suatu saat Tuhan bisa saja memanggil mereka, pertanyaan nya adalah... Seberapa keras usaha mu menjadi yang terbaik untuk mereka ketika mereka masih hidup?
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Redundant

I was drowned in my own tears last night, depression and anxiety hits me a lot this weekend and i have no idea how small things can be a trigger. Depression is a word I hear thrown around day-in and day-out nowadays.
Struggling in my bed, throwing stuff and hugging my pillow so tight. Its so hard to breath when you're in a depression.
I keep run my fingers to my tangled hair, i can't think! 
I wish i could run, stop the time and just me in a blunt space of silence. And now i can't even know what to write here. The suicidal thoughts came to me and it keep haunts me in the day after.
When I had a bad day or depressed for certain reasons yes I cry at night. It is my private time to be alone and let it all out..no one bothers to comfort me and see me cry than myself.
I hate the puffy eyes in the morning, so today i decided to have a day off or whatever. Just to spend sometimes being alone in my room or just secretly crying because i hate myself too much lately. I probably hiding myself too much, not even bother to shares what i've been through with anyone but blogger. 
Sometimes when they say "Whatever, its up to you" making me depressed even more. Whatever is not a solution, i can't find the answer to my problems in "Whatever" 
I guess, they just don't understand.
Depression is the worst. You can be so happy one second and then the next you just get sad instantly. It is a constant battle between moods daily. It's me wanting to get better and be healthy to me wanting to cut every part of my body. It's absolutely terrible!

ugh
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Monday, 25 November 2013

New Room


A little sneak peek to my room. Say hello to a cheeky minion over there. And i'm so sorry that the desk is such a mess. and how funny i found that wooden chair on my room. I know, i'm such an vintage old school :p
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Drama Queen?

Ive been waiting to write about this for a few months ago. I really can't stand it when someone creating such a dramatic situation to seek for attention. I sometimes making jokes about it, because it ridiculous. I'll hide a thousand years under my bed just to avoid too much attention from people. Its overwhelming, why you wanna looking for it?

Human beings are social creatures and need social interaction, feedback, and validation of their worth. The emotionally mature person doesn't need to go hunting for these; they gain it naturally from their daily life, especially from their work and from stable relationships.
The emotionally immature person, however, has low levels of self-esteem and self-confidence and consequently feels insecure; to counter these feelings of insecurity they will spend a large proportion of their lives creating situations in which they become the centre of attention. It may be that the need for attention is inversely proportional to emotional maturity, therefore anyone indulging in attention-seeking behaviours is telling you how emotionally immature they are.
Attention-seeking behaviour is surprisingly common. Being the centre of attention alleviates feelings of insecurity and inadequacy but the relief is temporary as the underlying problem remains unaddressed: low self-confidence and low self-esteem, and consequent low levels of self-worth and self-love.
Insecure and emotionally immature people often exhibit bullying behaviours, especially manipulation and deception. These are necessary in order to obtain attention which would not otherwise be forthcoming. Bullies and harassers have the emotional age of a young child and will exhibit temper tantrums, deceit, lying and manipulation to avoid exposure of their true nature and to evade accountability and sanction.
I mean, isn't it creepy? You wanna be the center of attention and you create some bullshit drama to make you "look" vulnerable so people would put their sympathy over it. I'm sick of it. I have to read it over and over again. People on facebook nowadays. ugh why..
Facebook is weird. You'll find people on their who get all kinds of attention, but you have to wonder how many of their Facebook friends really know them well in real life, because you don't know how anyone could stand them if they knew them well.

Maybe the next time people creating their Drama, i just gonna sit down, grabbing my popcorn, and watch their shit. Its really fun to do..
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Sunday, 17 November 2013

Wanderlust

Wanderlust is a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world


I've been spending a lot of time hiding behind my wall, i go out hang out sometimes but never really often. I sometimes wander off the universe. I love starring outside the windows, watch the skies moves and feel the bright light sun. And then i was thinking, is there anyone in this world but in a different place doing exactly the same with me? What is it like having a daylight when its night in some other part of the world? I kept repeat this question in my head. I really wanna know whats its like travel around the world and found the things i never know before.

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Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Another anxious day

Anxiety is something we all experience from time to time. Most of us would recognise feelings of tension, uncertainty, worry or fear. But if you experience anxiety symptoms at higher levels than usual, or they stay at high levels for long periods, this can be very uncomfortable and interfere with everyday life.Anxiety, fear and obsessive thoughts have always plagued me for as long as I can remember. How it has affected my life was avoiding everyone and everything possible. What if somebody knew what went through my head or if I stuck around long enough could they tell that this poor little lady was terrified with fear inside?
and what making me more insane is my new job.After a day's work, I would be exhausted not by the actual work but from being lost in my thoughts. The higher my anxiety got, the more obsessions I would have. It was a vicious circle. i was having a very productive day yesterday, and All of a sudden it hit me the muscle tension, the dry mouth, sweating, the rapid heart beat, my breathing became labored, the feeling of unreality and the ground felt like it wasn't there. I thought I was having a heart attack. For the rest of the day I couldn't get that feeling out of my head,what was that I had just had? Then I got another one. I guess it lasted 15 to 30 seconds, but it felt like a lot longer than that at the time. Was I going to die? Was I going crazy? 
 Merely talking to other people makes me anxious. I often experience "phone fear." I avoid social gatherings (particularly parties), which I find excruciating. Crowded settings, especially without a perceptible escape route, cause me uneasiness, sometimes panic.
Anxiety-producing scrutiny affects me physically. My heart sledgehammers. My voice shakes. My hands tremble. and its SUCKS!
And now i had to be careful who I would open up to about any thoughts or feelings I had as they weren't viewed as normal and usually led people to become concerned about me. And so they should have been really.Mental health problems can often seem as though they are under control and not a big deal, I know that I would regularly want to tell people how I felt, but wouldn't out of fear of them rejecting me or, worse, worrying about me.
There is still a part of me that is concerned that people may worry about me and that is probably be the biggest reason why I am not always truly honest with them about how I am feeling. Time and again friends and family members will express their concerns to me and I will brush them off. Telling them that I am fine, I'm ok.
So many times I have put my depression into a little box while at work and claimed that I was tired or ill. Partly out of fear, I don't want my colleagues to think less of me, but also partly because I don't feel as though I deserve their concern.a.

I didn't really know how to cope with all of the terrible things I was feeling and would reach out for help and then instantly snatch my outstretched hand back out of terror that someone might just care enough to help me.
The years went by and I lost many friends. It was never through their lack of trying or understanding. The only person who stood by me through everything, the ups and downs, the sidesteps and the rejections, is my Boyfriend. He saw through my attempts to push him away and it only drew him closer. I still get depressed to this day, I still suffer with my anxiety and disordered thoughts will still creep into my mind from time to time. I've still not really learnt how to let people in and to care about me, I will still keep people at an arms’ length. In my head I am protecting them. Figuring my way through the battleground of depression and anxiety was hard enough by myself, I have always wished that I could be open and honest with those around me - if only to take the burden off myself for a while. It would be nice to be able to accept myself for who I am, mental health problems and all, the way I've accepted many of my friends.

It's completely normal to worry when things get hectic and complicated. But if worries become overwhelming, you may feel that they're running your life. If you spend an excessive amount of time feeling worried or nervous, or you have difficulty sleeping because of your anxiety, pay attention to your thoughts and feelings. They may be symptoms of an anxiety problem or disorder. Don't make fun of my mental health, its not easy to accept this fact but i have to. 
I walked around with a weight on my chest that never went away. It was difficult for me to come to terms with the changes that had taken place in me over a matter of months. I was losing friends because of my behaviour, and all I wanted, more than anything else, was to go back to being my happy, cheerful self. I wanted to genuinely smile and laugh until my stomach hurt.
If it were a choice, why would anyone choose anything but happiness? The implication was clearly if you’re sad you choose to be so for attention or self-pity or out of laziness. If anything, being depressed made me want to isolate myself from everyone. Attention was possibly the last thing I wanted.
I realise now that anger was not the right emotion. I now know how difficult it is for someone who doesn’t have a mental health illness to understand just how debilitating it can be. I’ve experienced a lot of misunderstanding from some of the people closest to me. After having an anxiety disorder for six years, I’ve started to distance myself from this, though, and realise it’s difficult for others to understand. I’m grateful for the help and support I’ve received from loved ones but sometimes the help that means the most is the help that comes from unexpected places.
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Saturday, 2 November 2013

Same old day


I'm back again!

Setelah hampir satu minggu aku mendambakan duduk di hadapan laptop, akhirnya terwujud juga. Aku terbiasa menuangkan segala sesuatu nya kedalam tulisan, baik berupa coretan di atas potongan kertas, post-it, atau bahkan kertas HVS nganggur di meja bisa selalu jadi media aku untuk menuangkan apa yang aku rasakan. Bagiku percuma cerita ke mereka yang hanya datang "kapan-kapan" , aku lebih leluasa menulis disini, yang baca random people tapi gak masalah lah, yang penting NULIS. itu aja sih.

Bulan oktober aku habiskan dengan depresi, ya susah sih memang jadi manusia anxiety seperti aku, kayaknya semuanya dipikiran berlebihan, semua nya jadi beban aja rasanya. Dan detik demi detik aku lewati dengan perjuangan untuk tidak terus panik dan merasa cemas berlebihan. Sampai pada saat dimana aku mendapatkan jawaban yang meski tidak seperti yang kuharapkan, namun berhasil menjawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang berkecamuk. 

Suasana baru, lingkungan baru. 
Argh, aku benci dua hal tersebut! 

Aku selalu menjadi orang yang memperhatikan tingkah laku mereka disekitarku yang menurutku terkadang tidak sinkron dengan bagaimana seharusnya, sulit menjelaskan dengan kalimat yang tersusun rapi, karena bagiku menulis dengan bahasa indonesia merupakan tantangan tersendiri. Melawan anti sosial dan Anxiety ku, aku mencoba berbaur dengan keadan sekitar, mencoba berjalan di jalan yang sama, ibarat nya menjadi mainstream untuk satu hari. Tapi aku terlalu lelah berpura-pura seperti mereka, aku tidak nyaman menjadi sesuatu yang bukan diriku. Harusnya mungkin aku lebih baik bertanya bagaimana mereka bisa melakukan nya tanpa kesulitan sepertiku. 
Lingkungan yang dipenuhi oleh tatapan sinis dan menghakimi dari para senior merupakan pilihan yang salah bagiku. apalagi ketika Panic attack datang menyapa! aku harus pergi dari keramaian dulu untuk menenangkan nafas yang tersengal, dada yang sepertinya mau pecah, dan keadaan badan yang tidak stabil sehingga membuatku hampir hilang keseimbangan. I hate Panic Attack.

Aku membangun dinding disekitarku, tidak membiarkan orang lain menjadi terlalu dekat dalam artian mengenalku lebih jauh. Aku terlalu takut, atau dalam bahasa jelas nya "Menjadi pengecut" untuk bisa kenal dekat dengan orang lain setelah di sakiti oleh beberapa teman yang pernah dekat dengan ku. Sulit untuk bisa menaruh kepercayaan lagi kepada org lain. 

Terkadang sendirian dengan pikiranku menjadi rutinitas yang aku lewati setiap harinya, Bosan tentu saja. Tapi aku belajar mengatasi nya dengan mencari sisi baiknya. Playing in a comfort zone to stay away for being hurt again. Dunia yang sekarang terasa berbeda, sulit untuk membedakan yang mana kawan dan lawan.

Semoga di Bulan November aku masih bisa kuat melawan energi negatif yang kayaknya datang terus. Mungkin Bulan November bisa sedikit berbaik hati denganku kali ini.

Ya semoga.


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Friday, 25 October 2013

Unanswerable Cirlces

I’m way too caring for my own good. I look out for those that I consider close to me,and I’m the one that ends up getting treated like shit.
I try to help,but it just gets thrown straight back into my face,yet,I still haven’t learned my lesson. Definitely disheartening to see the only person you thought you could trust, sharing your secrets with others. 
The person you care so much about and thought was your only true mate, turn around and backstab you. I guess the way you treat others isn’t always how your going to be treated in life.
" What happened to the reckless nights
Of driving through the city
Windows down and arms raised high
As if we were kings of our time?
Now you’ve knocked down the crown
And all I have left is the bitter taste in my mouth
When I called you and asked for five minutes of your time

You left me to hang when I needed you on the line
Is that what you call loyalty?
Is that what you call respect?
You left me tired and alone,
And then you fucking left "
No matter how much you think you know someone, No ones what they seem.
It’s funny how the person you’d take a bullet for tends to always be the one behind the gun.

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Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Hair and makeup times

This is the very first time i've done my hair like those famous chick on Tumblr, well i'm not famous tho lol
And i've done my makeup by myself, it takes 10 minutes to use the Mascara because i always accidentally hurt my eyes.
 And Voila, the final results.
 I'm not an expert :p
excuse the "fan" behind me :p

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Where i spent my time

Woohoo 
it's me back in blogworld again
i'm in a very very moody condition this week , i've had a lot in mind.
My cat having a massive surgery, my phone is stop working forever and i have to find a new one immediately.
 So when i get back home, all i do is just listening some good tunes and staring outside the windows, pushing people away. My anxiety level become more and more worst than before.
 I don't go out anymore, and this is just a little peek of my favourite corner on my room. maybe next time, you'll get the full version of a room tour.


The amount of books i have is shocking, huh

It gets a little messier than before woops

A sneak peek from my windows

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Thursday, 10 October 2013

Pakai Bahasa Indonesia

Ada teman bertanya "Kenapa blog mu gak pake bahasa indonesia aja? biar lebih mudah dibaca. kan gak semua orang ngerti Bahasa Inggris" Baiklah, Kawan. Apapun yang kamu mau, meski aku juga gak tau seberapa jumlah yang baca blog ku. Aku berkenalan dengan dunia blog dari SMA kelas 1, waktu itu masih suka nebeng di Komputer Lab sekolah, Internet pun tidak se-kencang sekarang. Biasanya aku setia dengan Diary, meski cape nulis nya tiap hari tapi bagiku menuangkan perasaan itu lebih baik daripada aku harus menyimpan nya sampai berdebu di dalam hati dan pikiran. Dulu pernah punya 3 jilid Diary, dan itu semua isinya penuh, bayangin aja aku kelas 6 SD sudah ganjen curhat ke Diary, dan itu terus berlanjut sampai aku SMA dan akhirnya kenal yang nama nya Blog. Aku dulu punya banyak blog, tapi kadang lupa password atau yang parah lupa apa emailnya, akhirnya terus gonta ganti dari Blogger, Wordpress, Blog.com, sampai weebly semua aku coba, dan ternyata ujung-ujung nya balik ke Blogger juga, karena lebih simple dan mudah di otak atik nya.

Dan sampai sekarang aku pun masih punya 3 diary , yang satu buat puisi,prosa, atau sekedar coretan random, yang kedua buat nyatet segala hal penting yang aku alamin baik itu cerita sedih, bahagia, kesaal dan lain-lain, yah yang berkaitan sama perasaan lah. Nah yang ketiga itu semacam Letter Book, atau buku yang isinya kumpulan "Surat" yang aku tujukan untuk orang-orang terdekatku yang sudah ada di Surga, gak ngerti kenapa aku suka aja kadang ngomong lewat tulisan ke mereka :')

Bagiku, blog adalah saudara yang sering aku ajak cerita, waktuku ku habiskan nulis dan nulis, terserah deh nulis apa tapi menulis mampu mengurangi penat dikepala setelah seharian sibuk ini itu. Aku gak punya inspirasi tertentu, bagiku nulis ya nulis, cuma memindahkan apa yang ada di pikiran kedalam kalimat demi kalimat, aku mungkin tidak se-puitis mereka yang suka baca buku, biasanya ngaruh gitu ya, orang yang suka baca buku pasti gaya bahasa dan tulisan nya intelek banget, beda deh dengan aku yang baca buku cuma senin kamis doang. Gaya bahasaku suka ngaur dan kadang kurang pantas--IYEE NYADAR GUE! Aku ga pernah bisa begitu lebay nya menggambarkan sebuah kejadian dengan tutur bahasa yang kelewat indah dan kadang jadinya sulit dimengerti. Maaf, saya hanya anak manusia yang pengen ngeluarin unek-unek dengan sedikit berkreasi melalui tulisan. 

Dan itulah kenapa aku akhirnya memutuskan postingan kali ini harus berbahasa Indonesia, bukan nya sok inggris, aku juga tau inggris ku ga jago-jago amet, tapi kebetulan.. aku suka sama bahasa inggris dan entah kenapa rasanya enakan menuangkan pikiran pake bahasa inggris, tinggal ngalir aja gitu. Dan kesulitanku selalu dobel kalau pakai bahasa Indonesia, Selain harus nyesuaikan kalimatnya, aku juga harus bisa menemukan kalimat yang pas biar bisa nyambung, pernah sih bikin posting bahasa indonesia yang ada malah gak nyambung jadinya. Dan bayangkan kalau aku posting pakai Bahasa "Dirimu" dan "Diriku" atau jadi Kakanda dan Adinda, kesan nya baku banget, sulit. SUER! (tuh nulis swear nya juga pake ejaan bahasa indonesia)

Jadi, disinilah aku. Menulis blog dengan bahasa indonesia. Sebenarnya mau bahasa Indonesia, mau bahasa inggris, china atau apapun yang penting aku udah bisa ngeluarkan beban dipikiran dengan tulisan, sebenarnya udah lebih dari cukup. gak dibaca pun tidak apa, dan kalau ada yang iseng-iseng nyangkut browsing dan kebaca pun ya makasih, inilah blog aku, bahasanya apa adanya. mudahan yang baca nya juga ga ribet ya, karena yang nulis udah ribet soalnya. hehehe.

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Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Annoying things

It's been a while. That's what i always say as an opening when i abandoned my blog. I'm not in a blog-mood recently.
But hey i'm back and about to say things that Annoys me.

1. Staring
Wherever you are (Public trasnport, Department Store, Supermarket, Bookstore etc) There is always someone that couldn't keep the eyes out of you. For some people it could be flattering or just totally fine. but for me it's A FUCKING RUDE behavior. I can't stand on 10 years old kid staring at me like i'm an Alien or something, and sometimes i found someone staring at me with their Jaws open, or sometimes there's a group of certain people who looks at me from top to toe just to make sure that there's nothing wrong with my outfit. I HATE THAT. A lot.
2.  Laughing out Loud
Sometimes it is fine to laugh at something funny, but when you're in a public place please keep it to yourself. I always wanna punch people in the face if they were laughing non-stop LOUDLY. I once having a ME-times at the mall, trying to see some cute dress for me and then there's a bunch of girls who dressed like they've been drown in a lake of rainbow--coming into the store and keep talking about a guy. And they always laugh like it's the funniest thing in the world, like there's a laugh competitions or something. At first, all i do is avoiding them, but the noise they made is unbelievably loud and annoying. They ignored people who get annoyed by their stupid drama story that wasn't even that funny i think.. And in that moment, i swear i really wanna punch their face or at least hoping they'll choking and died. 
3.  Slow-walking
Slug people. That's how i described people who always walking so slowly at the mall. And they acting like its okay to walk fucking slow at the mall with a lot of bags whilst talking to their friends on the phone like NO ONE behind them. And Oh my god, i seriously can't stand it when i'm in a rush and people in front of me walking like a snail. I always wanna push them hard. Don't you hate it when people do that?

4.  Being watched
Sometimes i love windows shopping even though i'm not a fashionista, but windows shopping is always fun things to do. But what happen when the store clerk always followed you around while you  windows shopping at their store? Like you're gonna start stealing everything. That's stupid, you keep following us all around, introducing your best-selling stuff and what most people do is just finally leaving the store and pissed off! 

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Thursday, 19 September 2013

The first letter to my best friend FOREVER

Yah, you know i never really great at making things to be more dramatic or poetic. I always fucked things up.
I never good at writing, especially letters. Remember on our second year where i'm too lazy to think to write an advertisement letters for homework? Instead of writing it, i copied all your letters. Yeah, i never really keen with writing. And we all know that you have a secret diary book, that until today i never really know whats in it. And that is an approval. you can write, i can't. Yeah, but i attempt myself to do this letter to write everytime you came say Hi to me on my dreams. I learned how to write from you
It's been a very hard times since you never come back again, i do stuff by myself, like watching DVDs, Karaoke, Shopping, and i even have no one to text with. My life becomes a great hole of boredom. I miss our long convos, the way we sneak out at night just to talk on the phone, haha yeah those moments is precious.

Yah (It's your short name, the closest one always calling you with that name) but i never really asked if you love that name or not, though some people calling you with "Nad" or "Yaya". But i always calling you "Yah" so deal with it, teehee. It's been so long since you passed away. everything is changing here, i never really get in touch with your family members again, blame it on me and my personality disorders. But i always afraid that i'm gonna interrupting them or something. Our Girls is now all married and having kids, except me. And they all now is nowhere to be found, like the world has swollen them all. They're never trying to contact me even though i always trying to find them. They're now have a private life to manage, so i understand. Everyone's change. So am i. 

I remember the other night , that you came to my dreams, we have a great time at our old school with the uniforms and shit. I was about to tell you a secret, and then i woke up. And it making me devastated. I hate waking up to reality, what's the point of reality when i don't have you in there? I always loves it when i had a dreams and you always appeared like you never died or leave, like you never ride your motorcycle that afternoon, like you just got back from a very long journey to see me. And i don't know why, but i always offering myself to pick you up anywhere you want to go, like i don't wanna lose you again this time, like.. i'll be the one who guided you so no one could harmed you. or i always said "Keep in touch" or "Text me, and i'll call you right away". Yeah i don't wanna those dreams to be ended too soon. I still wanna talk to you, i still wanna hold your hands, i still wanna hang out with you. Why can't i have this kinda dreams more often? is that too much to ask?

And last night, i dreamed about you again, twice. And soon as i woke up this morning, i feel this sorrow on my chest, but i can not even cry anymore. I just wanna live in my own dreams to find you every night. I change, ok. I hate reality, i used to be the one who always crashed someone's daydream because there's no point of dreaming. I was so mean back then. And now i hate reality, it sucks! You can't have people you love in reality. Because the nice one always leave first. And they're know live in mortal world called "Dreams". 

Yah, i miss you. You're the one who talked to me using English so no one would understand the conversation. because the conversation is ours. Some friends i have is always contact me whenever they want or whenever they need something. But i'm okay with that. Cuz you taught me how to accept people who came to your life, no matter what. but, still i miss you.

I shut myself, maybe because i'm afraid that i might lose them again if they became closer to me. I don't wanna have those pain again, i don't wanna be break down again. So, when people trying to be close to me, i gave them the distance. I just don't wanna be in the same page of misery again in my life. 

Yah, You're now in a better place. I know. We don’t have bedroom windows that face each other, we’ve never sat out under the stars talking about where we are going with our lives, we’ve never been mischievous together, but to me, you are the proverbial best friends forever. A friend who tells me things, and who lets me tell her things. A friend whose happiness makes me smile and whose sorrows make me ache.  
We have shared our hopes together, and our weaknesses, and you got to know my secret because I wanted you to - more than just about anyone. 
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Friday, 6 September 2013

Good time in Jogjakarta


Well hello there
After a couple of weeks spending my time doing some project and have a little chill at home, i finally decided to posting my short vacation in Jogjakarta. I'm in love with this city, SERIOUSLY--like a lot. It's not my first time flying to Jogja, i was spending 5 days at Jogja last year with my Mum and my Boyfriend.
And after working hard this year , i collect some money to booked ticket and having an amazing time on Jogja with my Boyfriend.
Lucky you, all the rich kids with rich parents who always be there when you need some cash for travelling, you should be grateful. Because, i worked very hard to have this amount of money for Travelling.
In last year vacation , i only spent time around Malioboro and Candi Prambanan because we don't rent a car , no tour guide, and not really familiar with the maps of this city. And this year , some Boyfriend's mates are help us with direction and they let us borrow their Motorcycle which i think its pretty awesome because we can travelling so much in Jogja Street. 
Unlike last year trip , this year we decided to visits some historical building such a Vredeburg, and some Museums. My Boyfriend Nationalism spirit is higher than a mountain, except me. He is having a deep feeling with Historical thingies in Jogjakarta. Its coincidence that we're still in Jogja on Independence Day.

The first day in Jogja , we booked two rooms in Indonesia Hotel , and it so close to Malioboro. Its in Sasrowijayan Street, i'm having a great time in this street because A LOT of handsome foreigners (or bilang aja BULE) , maybe its because there are two famous Pub at this street, and so many hotel. From the cheapest one until the Luxurious one. I was stayed in this street too last year. In Virgo Hotel.
Indonesia Hotel is unique and simple. It has two separated bed in there, one bathroom and a very beautiful rooftop for drying your loundry , LOL. but its seriously the nicest place , every staff is so friendly and funny.



At night , we go out until 2AM just to spend a night in Jogja street , trying the local foods, and sitting around just to chill and enjoy the cold night air. It was the best feeling in the world, Just chilling.

Yogyakarta,is a popular destination for both domestic and international tourists. It’s a special region located in the island of Java. The city is full of five stars hotels to comfort your sleep, top notch services to ease your travel, a haven for the shopping fanatics and fancy restaurants to satisfy your tongue--Stop right there!
Yes all those mouth-watering offers might let you enjoy Yogyakarta, but the best way to embrace the city is to do what the locals do. So, leave your five stars hotel slippers and abandon the fancy taxi, get on a becak instead and I’ll show you why I fell in love with this city in the first place.


 A beautiful park inside Vredeburg


The first is :
The Tradition

“The Special Region of Jogjakarta”.
It gives me the goosebumps everytime i imagine myself in this special place , in a good way. I always wanna live in this city.. Its just so Special because it is governed by a Sultan which is equivalent to a king with its own palace.
Special because it has an active volcano called the Merapi mountain as well as the legendary famous beach Parangtritis which is filled with myths. Being special also means clouded with hundreds of rituals and traditions which is relatively normal to the locals but excitingly fascinating for travellers.
The way to get to know the people of Jogjakarta is through its traditions.

The territory of the Sultan is quite big, including the Tamansari water palace where it was once a place to bath and relax for the Sultan.We visit this place , and it is very very beautiful , and one of the tour guide (he offering himself for an hour tour) took us to the top place through the Cyber Village to enjoy local culture. Near there, also lays two big fields with two old trees being separated several metres. They say that if you close your eyes and is able to walk between the trees, anything you ask will be given. It is not unusual to feel an eerie aura when you are here.Me and boyfriend even tried this , we do this for twice because i really wanna make it through it. haha but i failed, and my boyfriend did success once. 
The intriguing traditions are one of the main reasons why I love this city. When I think I know it all there is always something new I learn to enrich my knowledge on Jogjakarta.

The second is :
The People


Last but certainly not least. The people of Jogjakarta are known to be friendly and helpful. As the city is used to tourists, most sellers and people in the transportation systems understand the basic English. They greatly appreciate the occasional greet in Indonesian by foreigners and an even more bigger grin when you can speak a little Javanese. 

What I love is that you can totally create a random conversation with almost everyone.





A short story , we once wanna taking a picture together under the Tugu , but we don't have a Tripod , so we ask for a guy who sits next to us for a help.
"Mas tolong fotoin kami boleh gak?" Said my boyfriend. The guy with glasses stand up and hold our camera , but he's mumbling and it sounds like..
"Wait , how to use this camera?" I was looking at my boyfriend's red face because we DON'T KNOW he was a tourist , and by his look and how short he is, you can tell that this guy is absolutely look like the normal handsome Indonesian guy.
And after a lil bit shocking , he finally took our picture together, with an awkward smile, my boyfriend says "Thank you very much" and the guy just kindly says "Yeah, sure.. here , have look" While giving our camera. And he is a British guy, i know from that strong accents.
but yeah , haha that was pretty intense that night , my boyfriend feel a little bit embarassed by calling the tourist guy with "Mas"
Tugu at night, so many people around

Here's a little snapshot of my boyfriend :)







I love this city. Everything about Jogja is just soooooo amazing. The People, The food , The cultures, the myths , even the Street Musician who always look confident and talented, The Graffiti in some street , The chaos in the Traditional Market "Beringharjo" , The Andong , The Becak , The Horse and his shoes, the Air (especially the morning air) , the fresh and clean environment, The Tourists , The street, and how long you have to wait for the Red Light (Half an hour stop)..etc.

I made my boyfriend promise to me , that one day , we're gonna live in this city. Raises our kids together in Jogja's Fresh Air, and spent our lifetime together. He also really love this city , and i swear to god , i almost cried when we're on our way back to home, because i'm sooooo deeply in love with Jogjakarta.

See you next time , Jogja :)

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