My Dear Buddy

A couple of days ago Amy, my best friend in Balikpapan had a very bad mood and made us worried. She didn’t reply our message so she didn’t let us know what happen to her. A day later she told us that she felt really alone. She tried to contact all her best friends there to accompany her for awhile, but none was available. She said she was messed up and didn’t know what to do to get her feeling better. But she was not ready yet to tell us what had happened.

We (2 of us live in Jakarta, and another one lives in Bandung) tried to understand. We suggested her many ways that usually work for us when we were in the same condition with her. Ninuk recommended her to go exercising in gym club, Lolly told her to pray, and Emma was surprisingly quiet. I bet she was sleeping that time ;p. I didn’t expect what I was gonna say to Amy next. I told her, almost every time I was feeling blue and no one there to cheer me up I contacted Dicky. We talked - via blackberry messenger or yahoo messenger or anything - about anything that crossed my mind in that time and he would patiently pay attention to my story. He never fails to make me feel better.

 I contact Dicky all the time. I contacted him in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep because I frightened after my friend’s hubby died, he was there. We were talking then until I fell asleep. I contacted him when I found a good movie on tv and told him the story. I contacted him when I needed an opinion about what decision my little sister, Delvi, should make before finishing her study. I contacted him when I was in a short course about Mahakam Delta or something and told him the lesson I learned from the course (this thingy only happened once, and he already mastered the subject that I newly learned that day). I contacted him when I was waiting in front of Sushi Tei for two hours to get their all you can eat promo for only 100k Rupiah. Like I said, I contact Dicky all the time, not only when I was sad or feeling blue, but also when I was happy and wanted to share him my happiness.

Hey buddy, I guess, without any proclamation, you already have become my best friend since two years ago. You can run from me anywhere you like, but I’ll find you anyway. Congratulation, hahahaha…. J

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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Do you have a first love? I have. I grew my feeling for that guy for couple of years -started when I was just a teenager-. Too bad my story doesn’t end like one of my favorite novel, Cintapuccino. Mine was ended a year ago when he got married to his long-time girlfriend, not to me. The funny thing is, these many years I fought to erase my feeling for him and I failed, but since the day he became “husband of someone else”, voila, it is just disappeared. Hey dude, I really wish you get married earlier so that I have no time to waste, bothering you, hohoho…

Anyhow, in this post I’m not gonna write about him. I’m gonna tell you another Thai flick that I like, A Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Yes, the title is similar with one of Queen’s song. But, it doesn’t matter as long as it represents the story (and of course as long as they buy the copyright), right? It really does. Love sometimes can make us insane. Like what happened to Nam (Pimchanok Luevisetpaibool) –an ugly duckling- when she was falling in love for the first time to her super attractive senior, Chon (Mario Maurer), who is also the most popular student in her school. She tried so hard to be the perfect match for him. She changed herself a lot but instead of attracting him, she made Chon’s bestfriend fell for her.

This flick made me turned back to my past, my teenage life to be exact. I guess it’s not mine only that the flick tried to picture, it is everyone’s teenage life –especially for those who had unrequited love back then– which pictured really well in this movie. I think we all girls have a lil bit of Nam in ourselves. Actually, I watched this twice and also bought its dvd -___-.

Well, I don’t wanna be a spoiler, so, go and watch it yourself. It really worth your every penny to watch. By the way, in Indonesia, you can only watch it in Blitz Megaplex.

Hey Little Sister, Happy Graduation...

Hey little sister, do you remember the day you moved to Bandung? It was April 2006 and I picked you up from Balikpapan. We flew to Jakarta and continued to Bandung using Buah Batu Travel. After arriving, we had dinner in Javan, steak stall in Sulanjana. That was me introducing you to one of various Bandung foods and made you fat.

Hey little sister, do you remember the first day you started studying in GO (Ganesha Operation)? I took you there by angkot and I picked you up after the class end also by angkot. We then did food hunting. I did that (took you to and picked you up from GO) for awhile until you are familiar with it and can go there by yourself.

Hey little sister, do you remember when daddy bought you a car (Daihatsu Xenia D37UI) due to your success entering ITB? I started accompanying you learning how to drive a car. I drove you to campus and picked you home every day until you can drive well.

Hey little sister, do you remember when you got typhoid and hospitalized? Mommy flew to Bandung in a minute and arrived when you were still in an emergency room. It turned out that your physical condition was dropped and eating cheap meals made it worse. You stayed in Borromeus Hospital for a week, had a bed rest but still worked on your homework. You skipped all the agenda to join IMA-G and later when you finally ordained as one of them, you were inaugurated alone after a week of hard work. I remember that day, you came home at midnight, wearing blue jacket IMA-G and big grin on your face.

Hey little sister, do you remember the day I had to move to Jakarta for work and had to leave you in Bandung all by yourself? I cried a lot that day. I wondered can you live alone there without me to help? Yes you can, totally. You were appointed as BPA chairman a year after your inauguration. You are a very good driver, exactly better than myself. You joined photography club and went traveling to many beautiful places to take beautiful pictures. You went to Yogyakarta and back to Bandung in a day to collect materials for your thesis. You went to Bali and lived there all by yourself for a month for your on job training. You joined this and you joined that. You even also joined senate. I saw video when you and your friends performed a dance for an event in ITB. I was in Bandung when you went rehearsing for your singing performance with your friends. You know Bandung more than I do, you took me to several places I have never visited when I lived in that city.

Hey little sister, I know you since you were born. I have been witnessing almost every step you took in your life. I know some of them weren’t that easy. I saw you fell and got up, and I see my spoiled little sister growing up.

Hey little sister, today is your graduation day. Not only you graduate as an architect but you are also a woman in a real life now. I can’t promise you the journey ahead will be easy, but I assure you, you can handle it, as long as you are with Allah. Our prayers and supports will always be with you. You made us (Daddy, Mommy, Chessie, and I) so proud of you, and you made me feel so blessed to have you in my life. Congratulation Delviyananda Saib, ST, wish you will have the brightest career and the happiest life ever.

             Our happy family JJJ

Best of Times

Last night I went to Blitz GI to watch Best of Times with Noviar. It is a Thai movie. It was officially submitted to Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences committee for Best Foreign Language Film Category for competing in Academy Award 2010.

The story is pretty simple, but like the other Thai movies I have watched before, I love it, hohoho….

This movie is divided into two correlated stories. The first is story about two young people and their first loves. Doctor Keng (Arak “Pae” Amornsupasiri), a vet, is never able to forget his first love, Fai (Yarinda Bunnag), who just recently divorced his best friend, Ohm. Fai, still in love with her ex husband, cannot move on with her life yet, while Ohm already has a girl friend. I was touched with one of Keng and Fai conversation when Keng asked Fai to move on. She said “you can’t understand that, Ohm is my first love and you can’t forget first love”, Keng replied “I do understand, Fai, because you are my first love”.

The other story is about an elderly couple and their last love. Sompit (Sunsanee Wattananukul) and Jamrat (Krit Sethamrong) make an appointment to meet twice a week in computer course taught by Keng. Jamrat has to drive six hours to go to this class in Bangkok to meet his lover. When Keng asked why would he do that, he replied “you must never been in love, doctor”. Sompit and Jamrat’s relationship doesn’t get approval from Sompit’s children, and in time they will move to America and bring her with them.

Best of times basically tells stories about great loves that worth fighting for, no matter how long it has been growing or no matter what we have to face to fight for the love. I sobbed a bit at the end of this movie, but somehow I hope I will lucky enough to have a wonderful love story as they have. To date, my story is still as flat as LED TV -____-

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A Cute Treatment

I got a text from my friend saying “did you arrive home safely, yesterday? I just woke up and I am worried”. This friend is a she. As a matter of fact I have never been getting any attention like this from a girl. What a sweetness she is. I talked about this while having breakfast with my guy friends and one of them said that she might be treated this sweet back home. It is cute because she is a girl. My friend has a male friend that is treated super sweet back home and how ridiculous he was every time he was on the phone with his mommy. His mom called him adek, and he also called himself that way to her. He is –I quote from my friend– a jerk. He –in that time– had a lot of girlfriends and often brought one of them back to his room and let her spent the night. One day his bed was broken, no surprise, and he called his mom “mommy, adek’s bed is broken, please buy adek the new one” oh my god….hahahaha…

Love Letter

Dear Love,

I remembered the first time we met. It was my first day in university and you were my senior. You were so shy and not prominent. You seemed didn’t care with us –the freshmen– while other seniors looked so eager to bully us. But my eyes were already to you. 

I remembered I often asked my friends to say hello to you from me. But your only answer was your smile. I was not so easy giving up my chance to get close to you, then I started sending you my daily wishes, written on a little piece of paper and secretly put it between your book pages, every day. Did you read those papers, love? I meant every wish I wrote there and hoped God would reply my wishes and gave them all to you.

I remembered I tried hard enough to know details about you. You lived in an orphanage since you were a kid. You don’t have real sibling but all people you lived with mean more than a family to you. From your friends I knew how smart you were. You could sleep all day while your friends studied hard, but still got good grades. I knew your love for soccer. I saw your eyes smiling greatly every time you were on the field. I was your secret admirer, love, and I am still, though not so secretly.

I remembered and I am still, thinking about you every day. You were so close yet so far. The feeling I kept were killing me. Then, I decided to let you know. In inauguration night I –with help from my friends– kidnapped you to a backyard when our other friends were busy singing around the bonfire. I screamed to you out loud “I’m deeply in love with you!!!”. You kept quiet. There was a long silent and I waited in front of you awkwardly. I felt tears were about to come out from my eyes but I tried so hard to hold it. Love, I tortured myself for having this deep feeling for you and you tortured me more with your silent. Then you said “I’m the one who deeply in love with you first, Jena”. And I burst into tears.

I remembered you said you liked me since the first day you saw me. Not in my first day in university, way before that. You first saw me when I bought an application form to register to this university, and you immediately wished me to be accepted there. God answered your wish, love. You said you didn’t have courage to be my boy friend because you didn’t have confidence to be with someone very extraordinary like me. You also said my family was known well and you didn’t even know your parents. I convinced you, you were perfect to me. And I didn’t need any addition to make my perfect man perfect.

I remembered I was blushing when you showed me your collection. A box full of my wishes notes. You said that box filled with the most special thing that any person ever gave to you. You said you re-read all those notes every time you missed me, and you did it every day. Yet, you were too shy to tell me your feeling.

I remembered how we became so close ever since. Every day I learned more about you and my love for you are not getting any less. You were so wise, so tough yet so fragile. I know how much you missed your parents and really hoped to find their cemeteries. Yes, you hoped your parents had rather died than still alive and left you to orphanage. You told me about your beloved brothers and sisters in there and how you couldn’t thank them enough for entering and balancing your life.

I remembered the day I lost you. As usual every weekend I visited your house and helped you teaching your younger brothers and sisters. Yes, love, those kids are awesome and I like them directly after I met them. I stuck in a very bad traffic that day. When I came there, the situation was chaotic. Fire had burnt your house. I see the kids were crying and I asked them where you were. The little one told me you tried to bring out one of them and never come back.

Love, I knew you love your family. I knew you might love them more than you love me. I just never thought you had to prove it. Why you left me without even saying goodbye? Why our time together was so short? I wasn’t ready to lose you, I thought I never will…

Love, you knew me more than I do. You knew exactly I could handle this. You knew I have wonderful family to help me get through this. Sometimes when I miss you, I picture yourself with your parents that you missed so much, living a happy life there. No more misery and pain like you had here before. I promise you love, I will continue my life happily. I will get married to someone I love, have beautiful kids and wonderful family as we once planned for ourselves before. I have mourned long enough and I know you don’t want me to be like this. I have to face reality and continue my life. I love you, good bye.
                                                                                                                               Love,
                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                               Jena