Mr. Here-there-everywhere

Thanks for always be here, there and everywhere, Mine <3

Loves,

Andaw

First post in 2012 :)

Hello again!

Can't believe that it will be my first post in 2012. What month is it again? January? What? APRIL?
So, this blog never been updated for approx 4 months? Am I that busy? Busy my arse! Haha!

So here we go..

Well, I'm still a freelancer. No steady job yet and still happy this way anyway. So, I was not that busy. And where was I these whole 4 months? Stayed at the cave and did nothing? Absofuckinlutely no! It's vice versa! I feel so productive instead. Why? Because finally one of my biggest dream came true, running a little business of my own. Culinary business to be exact. Mamiri - The Indonesian Authentic Dessert specialized at Es Pisang Ijo. It's a home made and yes it's made by me with a little lots of help from my partner Mbak Siti. Haha! I feel like I found my passion now. Never been working on something and felt this happy before. This is my dream.Working on my own. You know the feeling when people gave good responses and appreciations to Mamiri? I tell you, it's beyond happy! I feel the tingle in my tummy. Alhamdulillaaah :)

Anyway, Mamiri serves one of the finest Es Pisang Ijo in town *narsis dikit*. Taste it first and compare it to any other Es Pisang Ijo that you ever taste. Then you'll get what I meant :p

And beside running this little business what else did I do? Still the same.. Being a freelancer media relation/publicist. The new thing is I'm currently being a personal manager of Aryo Witjaksonoo, the Indonesia version of John Mayer. Oh, you can hear his upcoming single here *promo dikit :p* and a publicist of Darryl Wezy another local talented musician. Productive enough? Haha. I love my job anyway :)

That's a little update of the-long-lost me. Haha! It's good to be back :)


Loves,


Andaw

Exhibition: Proyek Buku Sketsa ruangrupa

Been busy working as media relation of ruangrupa's biggest music event, RRREC Fest #2 while this exhibition happened. The RRREC Fest #2 itself held on early December. It was EPIC! 25 bands all over South Asian, 4 venues, bazaar and movie screening. Nuff said! Too bad I was too busy on the D-day that I couldn't even take some pictures. Pfft! But no worries, I have some stories about one of RRREC Fest #2 guest star that I will share to you. You won't believe it. Me myself still can't believe it though :p

Okay, back to the exhibition. This exhibition curated by Saleh Husein (Ale) from White Shoes and The Couples Company. It was held at ruangrupa gallery started from 27 November - 9 December 2011. There were 29 artists from multi-disciplines. They are Adi Cumi, Anggun Priambodo, Aprilia Apsari, Budi Santoso (YOGYA), Bowo ombow, David Tarigan, Djarot Soerjadi, Erwan “Iwank” Herisusanto (YOGYA), Hauritsa, Henry Foundation, Hestu Ardiyanto, Ika Putranto, Jimi Multhazam, Kemal Reza Gibran, Marishka Soekarna, Mateus Bondan, Muhammad Taufiq, Mushowir Bing, Monica Hapsari, Narpati Awangga (Oomleo), Rakhmad Dwi Septian, Ricky Malau, Reinaart Vanhoe (AMSTERDAM), Reza Azer, Reza Asung Afisina, Rio Farabi, Saleh Husein, Sanchia Hamidjaja, Tiar Sukma Perdana, Ykha Amelz

So, here are some photos I took from the exhibition:

Loves,




Andaw

Welcome home Mom an Dad!

This post has been in my draft box since like 2 weeks ago. How come I didn't realize that I haven't even click the "publish  post" button? KYAAAA! Basi luar biasah! Haha! Pardon this clumsy girl.. So here the expired story goes..

I can't even explained how excited I was when I got a text from my dearly Dad said that he'll be home on Friday. Hoaaaa! I just can't barely waitt! Aslik. Heran, dulu sering banget denger cerita temen yang girang serta bebas merdeka waktu ditinggal orang tua mereka naik haji. Yah, gak salah juga sih. The thing is, IT WASN'T HAPPENED TO ME! Entah gw yang berlebihan atau terlalu parno, tapi serius deh, how could you be that heartless to celebrate your freedom with party and stuffs while your parents are struggle and praying for you there? I don't know bout you, but I just can't! Setiap mau melakukan hal-hal yang gw tau mereka gak akan suka (yang bahkan disaat mereka di Jakarta sering gw lalukan), gw selalu kepikiran mereka lalu enggan melakukannya. In every single thing. Setiap gw mau melakukan sesuatu lantas terbesit di otak gw "kalau gw melakukan ini akan ada imbas nya untuk mereka di sana kah?". Mungkin karena gw terlalu sering mendengar cerita tentang Haji yang cenderung serem-serem kali yah? Sebelum mereka berangkat, ex asisten rumah tangga gw pernah cerita kalau temennya pernah bikin "party" besar-besaran waktu kedua orang tuanya naik Haji (Well, I don't know what kind of party it was. But I can't think of anything other than Dangdutan party. Slap me please!), dan akhirnya kedua orang tuanya kembali ke tanah air dalam keadaan kaki ter-amputasi. Naudzubillahimindzalik amit amit cabang baby. Serem kan, bok? Cerita-cerita kayak gini lah yang membebani gw dan serta merta bikin gw parno berlebihan. I love my parents to the bones and I don't wanna bad things happen to them while they're having their quality time with the Almighty Allah. More over if I'm the one who responsible for it. So for those who celebrate it as a freedom, I tell you, freedom my azz! Gw bahkan lebih terkekang dari pada saat mereka ada di Jakarta. Terkekang sama bathin gw sendiri. Terkekang sama boundaries yang gw ciptakan sendiri. Selama ini gw mungkin sering menganggap lalu omongan Nyokap "jangan takut sama Mama, takut sama Allah". Baru di saat beliau berjarak ribuan mil, gw bener-bener merasakan ini. I know my Mom and Dad would never see what I did here, but Allah did!

Akhirnya tibalah hari di mana orang tua gw dijadwaklan untuk pulang. Dari pagi bangun tidur udah super excited. Di SMS bokap bilang kalau mereka akan tiba jam 21.30 dengan pesawat Emirates di terminal 2D. Gw sengaja gak ke ruangrupa hari itu.. padahal kalau dipikir datengnya juga malem deh. Hahah. But as I told you, I was just too excited! Sang pacar baik hati pun udah siap di rumah dari jam 4 sore. Nenek juga udah sibuk masak-masak buat nyambut kedatangan mereka. Sayangnya, adik gw lagi sibuk magang dan gak bisa ikut jemput bokap nyokap. Sehabis Maghrib dan makan malam, gw, pacar dan nenek pun berangkat ke bandara secara itu hari Jumat dan jalanan pasti.. ah ya sudahlah gak usah diomongin. Dan benar sajaahh.. kita sampai di bandara paaaas banget jam 21.30. Gak salah si pacar bawel mau berangkat lebih awal. Sampai di sana gw langsung lari ke information board nge-cek apakah pesawat yang ditumpangi bokap nyokap sudah mendarat atau belum. Ternyata pesawat Emirates dari Dubai belum ada tanda-tanda mendarat dan yang bikin gw heran, gak ada info kalo itu delay juga. Huahhh, hati kembali cemas dan gelisah. Komat-kamit baca doa semoga pesawat nya baik-baik saja. Gw dan pacar gonta-ganti celingak celinguk liat apakah udah ada tanda-tanda kedatangan mereka. Dan akhirnya tepat di jam 10 malam, Mom and Dad landed safe and sound at Jakarta International Airport, Soekarno Hatta. Begitu melihat penampakan mereka keluar dari terminal kedatangan muka gw langsung sumringah diiringi ucapan syukur dalam hati.. Alhamdulillaah :D

Seperti orang pulang Haji pada umumnya, sepanjang perjalanan pulang bokap dan nyokap sibuk berbagi kisah-kisah mereka selama di sana. Kami (gw, pacar dan nenek) pun mendengarkan dengan excited. Dari semua kisah yang mereka ceritakan, yang bikin gw mau nangis adalah kisah tentang kecelakaan mereka.. Jadi di perjalanan mereka dari Mina - Mekkah (if I'm not mistaken), supir bis yang mereka tumpangi ngantuk dan bis pun menabrak beton pembatas jalan. Sisi kanan bis hancur. Bukan cuma itu, penumpang yang duduk di sisi kiri depan menjadi korban luka parah. Kaki nya hancur dan harus di operasi. Tangki bensin bis bocor dan kemungkinan bis meledak sangat besar. Alhamdulillah penumpang yang lain sempat di evakuasi. Hal yang bikin gw merinding adalah, nyokap dan bokap duduk di sisi kanan depan which is sangat dekat dengan korban. Bahkan darah korban masih menempel di tas nyokap. Lord, It could be happened to my parents. It was a near-to-death experience for them. But thank God, they're save and sound.. And I couldn't stop thanking God by saying Alahmdulillah silently :')

Before the crash

After the crash

Dear The Almighty Allah, terima kasih karena Engkau telah mengabulkan doa-doa ku di setiap sholat ku untuk melindungi dan menjaga orang tua hamba selama di sana :')


Loves,

Andaw

Us vs Sea Games 2011: Part II

Promised to give you another story of Us vs Sea Games 2011 but it seems soo hard to find the mood to write. Pardon my swinging mood. But since the euphoria of Sea Games 2011 will end any soon, finally I write this following stories..

#1 Badminton Semifinal:
After the-super-failed-day on our first try to watch Sea Games live at GBK, we (me and boyfie) didn't give up and planned to watch Badminton semifinal at Istora Senayan. The first game started at 2.30pm. Plans: Aidil picks me up at my casa around 2pm and will arrived at GBK by 2.30pm or worst case 3pm. Fact:  My slowlyloly Aidil arrived at mine at 3.30pm and due to the effing crazy traffic we arrived at 5.30pm. Classic. It was FRIDAY anyway. No need any explanation for this ya kaaan? Krr. As we get there, we went to the ticket box right away. The guys we met on our way to the tix box told us that Taufik Hidayat was the closing game of the semifinal that day. We asked them,
"So who's the one who currently play?".
"Taufik Hidayat", they replied.
Ngeh? "So do you mean that it's the last game today?"
"Yup. You better go back here tomorrow. Tomorrow is the final"
KYAAAA. Gagal maning gagal maning, son! Well, this time is our own fault anyway.
I asked Aidil, "Have you give up?". He said, "NO WAY! I have to watch the final tomorrow!" Haha. The boy was unyielding! :))


#2 Badminton Final:
As Aidil promised the day before, He planned to watch the final game at Istora and come earlier so that he could get the tix. Since I need to attend my regular discussion with my peer group called Dimensi Talk (will post about it later) that day, I couldn't be there with him. Plans that day: He buy me ticket at Istora, I'll be attending Dimensi Talk first and go to Istora afterwards, then we both go to TMII to attend my bestfriend's wedding. All arranged in such a way.. Suddenly, in the middle of my discussion, Aidil text me said that it didn't necessary for me to go there cause he couldn't get the ticket. ALL SOLD OUT. Geez. AGAIN? We failed again?? Seriously, what's wrong with youu Sea Games 2011? Why it seemed like we never destined to watch you live at GBK? Why? Why? Why? Aidil was sooooo upset. He wanted to watch it badly. Huhu. There was only one chance left, the football final: Indonesia vs Malaysia. I asked boyfie whether he still wanted to watch it at GBK or not? And surprisingly he said "I don't know. I feel like giving up". Hahah. The boy finally gave up!

We end up watched the game separately. Me with some mates at ruangrupa while Aidil watched it at his own room all alone. Turned out it was a lot more fun! Seriously! We watched it peacefully without the overcrowding thingy and worried about or own safety. Anyway, the game went really tight. Both team played great! But unfortunately, the football champion was given to Malaysia. I'm still thinking that it was just the luck considered that we lost by the penalty. And Garuda Muda still got my pride. They all another version of heroes, don't you think?

Anyway, I heard the sad news about Indonesia's supporters who passed away. They get trampled by thousands people at GBK. One of them is Reno Alvino the additional drummer of D.O.T band. My deep condolences goes out to the family. From this case, I realized that maybe we weren't destined to watch it live at GBK for our own sake. It could've be me or my boyfriend who get trampled by thousands of peoples there. I'm thanking you dear Almighty. Your plan is such a mystery.


Loves,


Andaw

Us vs Sea Games 2011: Part #1

If Sea Games 2011 and Us (me and boyfie) are analogous as a relationship, then we would never meant to be! I have no idea, what's with Sea Games and Us? What did we do wrong? Why the hell did you seem like hate us a looooot?

So, these past few days, Me and boyfie were really excited with this whole Sea Games thingies. I mean, it's a huge annual sports event involving 11 countries from ASEAN that held once in two years, did we have enough reasons to be THAT excited with this? Oh, and don't you think that this kinda event could lifted up people's nationality, instantly? I mean 150ish gold medals? 1st position beyond another 10 countries by far? What could you ask more to be a proud Indonesian? Me and boyfie were really proud to be the witness to the history. Oh well, don't you all feel the same way? And after these whole time been fairly satisfied to just watch it on TV, we planned to watch it live at GBK Senayan. You never know when will Indonesia get a turn to be an official host of Sea Games again, ayte? So, this is the time, this is our chance. Well, I used to watched it live when I was kid with my family but my poor boyfie never *puk puk*. Frankly, me and boyfie were just excited to watch badminton and football. Who's not anyway? :p

It was Thursday, 17th November when our national football team competed against our all-time-rival Malaysia. Boyfie got a ticket to watch it on GBK but unfortunately He just got one.. Then He planned to buy another tix for Me as we got there. We met at our campus after I've done my work at ruangrupa then went to GBK right away. It was a bit late actually and I was doubtful that I'd get the ticket. I knew how packed GBK was from the TV news I watched before. But boyfie said that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Turned out it was THAT bad. GBK was really packed with people wearing red and white tees who were ready to give their huge supports to Indonesia as much as we did. I told him to get in since he got the ticket already and I knew how bad he wants to watch it. But he strongly refused to. He said that he wants to get in as long as I'm with him. Oh, how sweet my man :')

After a long search, finally boyfie got a ticket for me but too bad we didn't allowed to get in cause the gatekeeper said that the stadium was shaking due to the overload people. We were like WHATT? This giant stadium could shake? Then why did you sell those tickets if you can't accommodate as many as it sold? Oh, so Indonesian! I knew boyfie was deeply upset but he didn't show it to me yet made a fun video with his iPod instead. We acted as if we were live reporting from the venue. Hahahah. Stupid! I'll post the video soon.. Oh, and we ended up watch the match at FX's atrium.

The upset boyfie :(

There was a giant screen with loads of people sat in the floor wore read and white tees as if they watched it inside the stadium. I bet these people had similar experience with us. Haha. Unfortunately, the game ended with frustrating score. Malaysia beat Indonesia with 1 goal! Booooo! At that time we were thankful that we didn't watch it inside the stadium since we knew how chaos and riot it would be.

Anyway, there was an exhibition of Sea Games Lego. They were sooooo cute like uberrrr cute! Lalalalove it! At least the disappointment of the losing a bit healed by this :)

It was getting late then we decided to leave and found something to eat. Me and boyfie were walking hand by hand made stupid jokes and laugh hard, act like we've forgotten the disappointment. All went well until we got into the parking area and found that boyfie's helmet weren't there. Someone stole it and the security parking acted like it's none of his problem. Crap! How come it's none of your problem? You were the one who responsible for all this. That's why it's called "Secure Park" isn't it? Boyfie was soo upset on the way home. Poor honeybee :(

Though we failed at our first try, we didn't gave up. We did the second try to watch Badminton semifinal live at Istora Senayan. I'll post the next story! Xx



Loves,


Andaw

You are the cheese on my Macaroni!

No matter how hard we fought at night, no matter how hard I cried at night, we always ended up laughed, made a sweet goodnight call then sleep peacefully. I love how we couldn't mad at each other for hours. I love the way we couldn't stand the silence between us for hours. I love the way it is. Please stay this way.. Thank you for all your patience, Aidil Akbar.

Goodnight. You are the cheese on my Macaroni ! Xx



Loves,



Andaw