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July 14, 2013

A note to self: To the greatness God has put in you, guard your heart to not fall for mediocrity.

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June 19, 2012

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The best way to have fun.

… attending Annual Grand Meeting (RUPST)

June 19, 2012
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attending CIMB Niaga’s AGM

I feel like an investor because I attend Annual Grand Meeting (Rapat Umum Pemegang Saham Tahunan) CIMB Niaga

 

… being grateful

June 19, 2012

*March 26th*

Rp 14.000 for this. SO MUCH WIN!

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nasi sapi cabe

… not to lose hope

June 19, 2012

*journal week 3, March 17th 2012*

I don’t want to be poor and I somehow sure that I won’t be one. To me, poverty is something to be destroyed and not something to be defended. Poor is when you don’t have enough money to fulfill your needs, that’s my definition until one day …

I was heading home from a department store in Northern Jakarta. I choose taxi because its already 9.30. It’ll be a quite long trip so I decided to make conversation the driver. He was happen to meet his girlfriend whose home is near the mall. He is Javanese, still with his medok-ness. And he sounds loses his hope. He said he was so tired to live in Jakarta, he is sick with the chaos, he wanted to go to college but he has no money. He register for scholarship but he never get it since he graduated in 2003. He said if he could go back to his village, if there’s something to do there, he’ll surely and with no doubt will immediately go home since Jakarta has nothing for him.

Before I off from the taxi I said to him to never lose hope! He replied that he already did, that he had fight for a long time but never get what he wished, and then he became tired. Then I said, “Just never lose your hope!” Then I walked away and ponder, the poor ones is not the people with no money. Its people who loses hope. And if a man already loses his hope, there’s nothing to do. He cant be fixed.

And a really good quote for the taxi dfiver that I’ve been told and heard over and over again is: “do not stop when you tired, stop only when you finished”

I called this a part of growing up…

June 18, 2012

*journal week 2, March 12th 2012*

I am ordinarily an extraordinary communication student. I love to read, I learn to write and I am eager to watch movies. I am addicted to these three.

But, it’s hard sometimes to be passionate about something. Instead of enjoying you’ll find yourself judging. For example, you love pempek, you really love it, your favorite snack ever. As your love gets deeper, you won’t eat any pempek, you will evaluate each and mark that the one in this store is not good while that one in that store tastes great. You just know that this store put too much flour in the ‘pempek’ even though you haven’t cooked it before.

That thing also happens to me. I love watching movies. But the more I watch movies, the more I realize there are many good ones and there are even much more the bad ones. I start to see things differently, I see deeper and I watch movies more than just to get entertained.

I won’t find myself laughing while watching ‘Epic Movie’ or ‘Scary Movie’ because I consider it as a total disaster.

Yes it’s hard sometimes, but I called this part of my life as growing up…

Last night, I watch Hugo by myself. It was really fascinating, a must watch. I found what I looked for. I won’t tell you the story, I just want to quote a really good words. When I am lack of motivation, I’ll re-read this:

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Hugo

 

“I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know.  They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured if the entire world was one big machine… I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason.”

So, growing up.. I think it’s nice somehow…


(This part of my life is called) Meet new person

June 18, 2012

*the first journal, March 5th*

It was a typical  Monday morning, wake up so late because the only class i have to attend on Monday is started in 3.40 pm.When I fully awake at 9 am, I take a look at my Blackberry who keep blinking and surprised to find out that there’s a make up class on  10 am.

It’s a Sosiologi Komunikasi class, a class that i hope I will love, that will remarkable in my heart and brain, a class that my objective is not to get another A, but to lead me to a better me. Surprisingly and fortunately that is what exactly happen. I met the lecturer in class and I think I liked her. She’s smart and she’s humble, and its her objective in my class that amazed me. She wanted all that we’ve studied in class we applicate in our lives and make us to be a better human being.

Plus : meet another new person in my lives, and she’ll be lecturing me for a semester

Her method in class push me to focus ALL the time in class, and be an active participant

She loves the students who read and it pushed me even more. It was my hobby to read and i was very proud that I love reading so much until all of sudden i feel tired to read and read very little now comparing to years ago.

Minus: I am so weak in managing time. If discipline is for sale I’ll save money to buy some but discipine is what you get by practicing every time. And by the way she demand the students who has to read ‘managing time more strictly’ is added to my long list homework.

Interesting: I’ll learn Sociology once again. A subject that I love that i found interesting

Menuju Satu Dasawarsa Ada Apa Dengan Cinta (#10thnAADC)

February 1, 2012

(Sebuah curahan hati yang menggebu dari seorang pemuja untuk sebuah mahakarya)

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Kisah cinta. Hmm. Tentang Cinta dan Rangga. Di SMA. Hmm

Selintas tema cerita Ada Apa Dengan Cinta atau AADC begitu orang biasa menyebutnya sangat biasa. Namun, tidak bagi saya.

 AADC menghidupkan kembali kepercayaan saya terhadap puisi, menemukan makna yang terselip dalam indahnya rangkaian kata. Saya pernah sangat menggilai puisi hingga kemudian merasa terlalu surealis untuk tetap menulisnya. Namun AADC menghempaskan saya kembali ke masa-masa kejayaan dalam meramu kata, ah Cinta dan Rangga. Kalian membuat saya gila!

8 Februari nanti, AADC akan berusia satu dasawarsa. Sebagai bentuk apresiasi Miles Films akan mengadakan reuni, acara nonton bareng di sebuah studio yang juga akan dihadiri oleh semua pemeran dan segenap kru.

Ketika mengetahui film favorit saya akan diputar kembali dalam sebuah studio, kata gembira tidak akan pernah cukup kuat untuk mendeskripsikannya. Menonton dalam sebuah ruangan bersama seratus pengagum lainnya? Juga  duduk di bawah satu atap bersama kru dan pemeran sebagai bonus? Sensasinya akan sangat berbeda.

Saya tidak menonton AADC di studio karena saat itu, saya bahkan belum tahu studio itu ada di dunia. Saya tinggal di perkampungan dan masih berusia 10 tahun ketika film itu tayang pertama kali.

Sesudahnya pun,  saya belum pernah menonton film Indonesia di studio.

 Saya mulai menyadari kehdiran studio sejak SMP, namun tidak pernah cukup kaya untuk menonton sesuka hati. Sejak SD, uang saku saya tidak pernah mencapai standar lebih. Sehingga uang yang sudah susah payah ditabung harus dipikirkan sematang-matangnya akan dihabiskan untuk apa. Saya sangat suka membaca, sehingga buku adalah prioritas utama. Saya juga mengagumi film, bagaimana sesuatu yang sangat menghibur dapat tertanam begitu dalam di hati. Namun, karena kondisi keuangan,film yang saya tonton di studio haruslah sangat spesial dan layak untuk rupiah saya. Karena itulah, saya belum pernah menonton film Indonesia, karena menurut saya, belum ada film Indonesia yang pantas. Juga diperkuat dengan kenyataan bahwa dalam hitungan bulan film Indonesia tersebut pasti akan disiarkan oleh stasiun televisi nasional.

Namun AADC sungguh berbeda. Semoga AADC menjadi film Indonesia pertama yang saya saksikan di studio, karena yang pertama berarti istimewa.

Sangat istimewanya, saya menahan rindu yang membuncah untuk orang tua di kampung halaman dengan menunda kepulangan tujuh hari lebih lama, berujar dalam hati “siapa tahu dapat tiket #10thnAADC.”  Saya bergumam imbalannya akan sangat pantas ketika sesak di dada, merasa sungguh durhaka  membaca pesan singkat Ibu yang memohon untuk segera pulang.

Sensasinya akan sangat berbeda. Dan saya sungguh rela berdiri dalam antrian dan mengeluarkan rupiah untuk membeli sensasi itu. Sayangnya,beberapa hal dalam hidup ini sangat mahal sehingga tidak untuk dijual. Untuk menjadi peserta #10thnAADC, saya harus mencoba peruntungan dengan menjawab kuis #10thnAADC di Twitter @MilesFilms. Hingga detik ini, saya masih terus berharap untuk menjadi satu dari seratus orang yang beruntung.

Saya berterima kasih untuk segenap kru dan pemeran, saya tidak menghafalkan dengan sempurna nama-nama Anda dalam ingatan saya namun sungguh saya kagum kepada Anda. Semoga tulisan ini cukup mewakilinya. Semoga Anda percaya bahwa haru sedang menghampiri saya saat ini. Terima kasih untuk pernah membuat karya yang sungguh … fenomenal, dan dicintai. AADC adalah salah satu alasan saya bangga menjadi generasi milenium, sesuatu yang akan saya ceritakan dengan sangat bangga pada cucu kelak.

Dan 10 tahun akan berlalu, saya ingin mengutip Prima Rusdi, dalam tweetnya (@PrimaRus, pada 31 Januari)

“9 hari sebelum HUT ke-10 AADC? Terima kasih untuk pemahaman bahwa ‘bonus’ dari sebuah pekerjaan adalah saat ia disimpan dalam ingatan banyak orang..”

Back To Writing

December 23, 2011

It’s Friday afternoon. I think about what I just did in the morning. I skip the 7.30 am class, it’s PR Ethic class (u yeah, i’m a Communication scholar, currenty in third semester) . You’ll wonder what’s the reason. Stupidly, because i woke up on 8. I really feel bad. Some of you would made an early conclusion that I must be a holy student (and if feeling bad because you skip class that you did unintentional really makes you a holy student, then I am a proud holy student). But I really feel bad, because I’m the one who supposed to present the whole chapter and I owe an apologize for my lecturer so I texted her immediately; a huge paragraph saying how sorry I am for not being professional. I start to wonder how mad she would be, how scary my punishment would be. About an hour later, she replied my message just by a few words saying it’s OK, that I could present the next chapter on the next meeting.Thank GOD, it was OK. I know she’s a kindhearted woman but I never knew that she would be that lovely. A moment after, I tweeted about her kindness (my twitter account @nomenahutauruk) and said I would never ever forget her kindness.

(Okay, it’s been about 200 words and you haven’t find any correlation yet between the body of this subject related to the title. Just keep holding on)

I do thank God for my lecturer’s loveliness but the problem hasn’t solved yet. I am mad to my self, I am disappointed, for being so clumsy, for being not discipline. I take a look at my bed room, there’s no space I can stand without trampling on books or dirty clothes or papers or plactics or fallen hair. I take a look to the corner of my room, there’s unreplied postcard, unread books. My life is sooo not well-organized. So, I am rearranging my life, one by one. I made a resolution, be a new (better) me day by day. And WRITING AGAIN is one of  ’em (things that will make me better day by day). I’ve made three blogs in my 19 years lifetime but none of them contains more than three posts. So, here I am wanting to start to write again.

I love books, its smell, the message it carries. To me, books are miracles and bookstores are heaven on earth. People who know me and get to see me everyday know that. This month, I bring an English fiction book everywhere. Next month, I’ll carry another. Then, it happens one day, one of my classmate who is into poem and Indonesian literature so much asked me “Nome, if you love reading so much you must be love writing. What’s your blog adress?” That question hits me so hard. I often call myself as a writer -I criticize a short story written by a famous author (I said to myself: I could write much better than her), I under-estimate those who called themselves writer but just posting trash (in my point of view, see how mean I am)- yet I don’t write regularly.
So, here I am. I consider my friend’s saying is a sign. A sign that I have to write again and write regularly. And what I experience today, it’s CONFIRMED that I really have to write again. Well, wish me bunch of luck.
Happy Friday good people! Have a glorious long weekend!

 

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