Siem Reap : Buckets of Excitement and the Majestic Angkor

I finally get a chance to continue my travel notes again, kinda afraid the notes just end up in Saigon.
After spending 6 days in Saigon, we finally continue the journey to the next point. After hours of deliberating, we decided to chose Siem Reap, Cambodia, as the second stop. I was more to scared than excited about the next destination. Hearing Cambodia, there's nothing more than Khmer Rouge, genocide, crimes, and all the bad things. For me, it's like Africa in South East Asia. With only Wikitravel-knowledge, we continue the journey to Cambodia, the Kingdom of Wonders.

It took about 6,5 hours from Saigon to Phnom Penh (we transit here and change the transportation to Siem Reap) by bus continued 6 hours traveling by minibus. The excitement was still rushing through my blood. "Damn, I'm in Cambodia and I don't know any shit about this country.But oh, well.. the journey is still ongoing." I had no imagination about the country nor its cities. Kinda imagined Siem Reap is just like Magelang and Borobudur. Really have no idea how Siem Reap was until we get there by evening.



The capital of Angkor impressed me a lot. The village image in my mind has suddenly vanished by the Siem Reap River, numbers of fancy hotels, museums, cafes, restaurants, and various travelers. We hit Pub Street for the first time for dinner. Once again, I was stunned by the numbers of bars, restaurants, pubs, guest houses, and amazing travelers around the world. Pub Street, the central area for backpackers here, was so lively. This is the place where the hype of music, great foods, and amazing people collide. We hit Angkor What? Bar for a couple of beers and try to absorb the atmosphere of the town. I was feeling good. I felt like a real traveler here (hey, I'm in the middle of Cambodia where nobody in Indo knows any shit about this country). The people, both the locals and travelers were so amazing. I didn't need any efforts to get along with people here. Just sit back, lit my cigarette, and enjoy myself then people will come to you and ask, "What kinda cigarette are you smoking?" then one thing led to another.
I nailed it. An English ask me the question, smoked my cigarette, and the conversation begun after we dragged our table to Tom (the English) and friend's table. Meeting other travelers always been amazing for me. We had so much fun, we talked, we shared stories, and we did stupid stuff. Couple of beers turned out to couple of buckets of liquors, and sitting at the bar had turned out to be partying in a club.

The night was getting crazier. We move from Angkor What? to the club (forgot the name). We're kinda high because of the beer and the buckets but we didn't want to miss the birthday cake. We suddenly forgot about our tomorrow's plans (wake up early morning to catch sunrise in Angkor Wat) and party hard. I feel like we're a bunch of monkeys came out of their cage. We lost our minds and just had fun before went back to the guesthouse in the morning and died.

We canceled the Angkor sunrise plan and chose to wake up in the afternoon. The day in Siem Reap was so silent due to the Buddhist celebration. Stores were closed, only a few of restaurants were still open. Maybe it was silent because many of travelers were outside the city for trekking and stuff while the other were maybe just like us, too "tired" to wake up. Since we changed the plans, we had to reorganize our plans here. We planned to go to floating village in Tonle Sap Lake in the afternoon, continued by shopping souvenirs for friends and family in night market, the morning after we'll go to Angkor and we leave for Sihanoukville in the evening.... and the planned was changed again...



We went to Tonle Sap lake to see the floating village. The lake was HUGE. For a person who have never been to Danau Toba, Tonle Sap was very large. Filled with deltas, swamps, mangroves, and wide horizon. For a zillion times, I was stunned by the lake. Not to mention the village, the people live here traditionally. The lake is inhabited by the Khmer, Vietnamese, and small numbers of Lao. Kinda reminded me of "orang perahu". We continue the activity by shopping at the night market for souvenir. After we bought some kroma, t-shirts, and stuff, --again-- we ended up in Angkor What? bar. We promised ourselves that we won't drink too much cause we had to wake up early in the morning to catch the sunrise in Angkor Wat. We had no more days here, so no more other options. We kept our promise, to wake up early in the morning for Angkor...... with some "adjustments", but we couldn't keep our promise to have only a couple of beers and one bucket to.... liters of beers and uncountable buckets..



The second night was as awesome as the first. We met some of the guys from yesterday and met new people. Again, we had amazing times with the Canadian yeye girls, and Summer. There's a funny story about her. We met her at Angkor What? and she was excited when she knew we're from Indo. We found out that she's an American who teach in AIS in Jakarta. Turns out, she was my students' teacher (I used to work as academic tutor). And turns out, she lives in Pejaten. What a small world were living in.
Anyway, the night is getting crazier as the crowd were getting more exited. We finished many beer towers, and uncountable communal buckets. Randy, Dian, and I was so drunk that night, but we didn't give any damn about everything. All we did was mumbling, self-disclosing, and did pointless talk. We went back home in the morning, again. I have to say, I was so fucked up. I usually drink a lot and always be driven, so I never been fucked up before. But that night was overwhelming. I reached my point, and I have to admit that I was totally drunk. I ended up the night by throwing up in the front of my room at 3am in the morning. Seriously, I've never been so fucked up before, and then I was throwing out all the things in my stomach. But oh, well first time being fucked up in the middle of nowhere in Cambodia was AWESOME.


I dragged myself out of my room at 5.30 to tuktuk, catching up the sunrise. I still have the hangover. I felt like my head as big as Big Ben, my eyes were burning, but i have no more time to skip Angkor. Well, the effort showed a great result. Angkor Wat is Majestic! it's beautiful. with the Baray (lake) and all the temples. Angkor is massive, great, unlike typical candi in Indo. The sunrise was amazingly beautiful with the bright blue skies after it. It was thrilling me. Still trying to make myself look okay, I was stunned by all the things i saw. Watching the sunrise while you were still under influence of alcohol was the best hangover I've ever had. After watching the sunrise, we moved to other temples. Again, I was amazed by everything I saw here. Angkor was underrated, now I truly believe what people say about this historical site. I saw what I saw on National Geographic. It was awesome. I have to agree that Angkor named for The Kingdom of Wonder.

We didn't want to do anything after visiting Angkor except sleeping. We were so exhausted after everything we had done here. We really need to sleep before we leave for Sihanoukville in the evening. We had to forget our will to sleep cause when we were back to the guesthouse, Kosal (the owner of the guesthouse) invited us to come to his house in the countryside. We couldn't refuse it since it was Buddhist holiday that day and we thought we need to show some respect for him. We skip our sleep plan and went to Kosal's home in the country side, which is only 5 minutes away from the city (wtf! a countryside which is only minutes away from the city??!! gimme a break). He hosted us and Dave (the American guy who was also staying at his Guesthouse) at his "warung" with Khmer chicken barbecue and... cans of Angkor Beer and a bottle of local whiskey. Oh God!! I am so done with the drinks! But I drank it to appreciate him (yearright!) we had great conversation there at his place.



The day hadn't over yet before Dave invited us to continue the conversation at his "penthouse". The penthouse he mentioned was the rooftop of the guesthouse. There was a regulation for people here in Siem Reap to build no more than 4-stories building. the rooftop was on the 4,5 floor, so it was the highest point of Siem Reap. We can see the city view of Siem Reap in 360 by standing on the rooftop. We gladly accepted the invitation and -AGAIN- we changed the plan by canceling the night bus and move to Sihanoukville the day after. We went back to the guest house and going to the top of the building. Turned out, the "penthouse" was the base of BTS tower, it was definitely the top of the building. It only fits for 7 people, it has no fences. So if you fell off, you'll end up in the grave yard. The view was great, though we just only saw small town, it was kinda awesome since we were on the top of Siem Reap. Pub streets and the temples can be seen here. The conversation continued, so did the whiskeys. Dave bought us bottles of local whiskey, and I was like shit. I hadn't done with my hangover yet and then I had to sip another whiskey? I feel my liver was gonna blow up. We were on a high, literally and figuratively, and struggled to stay in the middle of the tower so that we won't fall. It was definitely awesome. Note: being drunk on the top of BTS tower is not cool at all.
After struggling to get sober, we ended up the day by having dinner and sleep.

Siem Reap was AMAZING for me in every ways. I love it here and I have to say this is one of my favorite place during my trip. I definitely will go back there..


Take a look at what I saw here

Saigon Story : Welcome to Uncle Ho's Land

I really had no idea what brought me to Saigon. Just bought the fight tix and thought, "This place is sounds cool." Never browse this place on the internet until 2 weeks before the departure. All I know about this country are: the ruins of the war, communist-socialist country, underdeveloped, John Rambo. I share the same impressions with other Indonesians. It appeared when I was interviewed by the Immigration officer for the passport proposal. He joked, "You're helping Rambo against the Vietcong, eh? hahahaha". Yeah right, everybody doesn't know any shit about this country except the war and suffering stuff, which i think it's exotic.



With the lonely-planet-wikitravel-knowledge, i packed my bag and finally stepped my feet on Uncle Ho's land. This country was underrated. Never thought that Tan Son Nhat Airport could be this modern. Ann, our host in Saigon, told me this airport was rebuilt 3 years ago. Ah, no wonder this could be modern.



We stayed at Ann's place for the first 3 days. Ann's house is just 3 km away from the airport. It's in the northwest of Ho Chi Minh City (the other name of this city, widely used now but I prefer Saigon), in the suburb. It took only 15 minutes to get here from the airport. In the Vinasun cab I was thinking, "Hey, I'm not in Java Island anymore. Here I am in mainland Asia". I was too excited to be there. On the way to Ann's place, I saw a very identical city view here and Jakarta. Lobak said, "Seriously, this is exactly just like Mangga Besar. The people are Chinese looking but they speak completely different language." Yes, some parts of this city are identical with Jakarta. No wonder it's not that different, it's still in the Southeast Asia. Finally we arrived at Ann's place. We got settled and had mouth-watering homemade Vietnamese dinner, and had nice chit-chat before we went to bed.



In the first morning, I was surprised on what I saw in front of Ann's house. The streets in the neighborhood was fulfilled with street vendors, breakfast street-food sellers, and zillions of motorbikes. The streets was like a river with motorbikes flowing on the street. For a person who is living in a crazy-traffic city, I even consider the traffic was insane. You can't even walk across an alley during rush hours. You can find this kind of situation in every street of the city in the dusk and dawn.



After waited for the rain to stop. We went to the city in the afternoon by bus. It took 20 minutes from Ann's to Ben Thanh market, the city central. Again and again, I underrated this city. Unlike my imaginations, everything that catches my eyes was a surprising thing for me. Everything is beautiful as a city, never thought that this country could have such an order city, like Saigon. The city central was fulfilled with French-colonial art deco buildings. Hotels, restaurants, shopping arcade, coffee shops (try Trung Nguyen, pronounced Chung-ngyen, are heavenly good) are in hundred years old building. Not to forget to mention the sidewalks, they're completely wide and clean, no street vendors. This is completely different than Jakarta. When the night came, the city has its own beauty with the city lights, splendid. And oh, almost forgot the parks, there's a park at least one in every block greened by big trees, statues, pavements, and people who are enjoying their time. I really love it with all my heart. Never been to Europe, but I feel I was somewhere in Europe. So nice, so well-cultured. It is understandable if the city is well-preserved because back in the war times, it was occupied by the US Army. Only the northern part, which is occupied by the Vietcong, was devastated because of the war.



Besides the city, I also got the chance to see Mekong Delta. I don't like join the tour but that's the only way I can do to get there. Mekong river was BIG. Maybe for Indonesian Mekong is overrated cause we have big rivers here but for me who only know Ciliwung as the river, it's great. Went cruising along the river, visited islands in the middle of the river, tried the local food and culture were pleasant enough for me.

One thing I found in this city, or maybe this country, is: Ho Chi Minh is everywhere. He's on the Billboards, on the streets, on every ammount of the currency, in the museums, in the heroic stories, and maybe in the Vietnamese's hearts. I was wondering, "Where are the other national heroes? Did he fight by himself? or is he just being narcissistic?" Well, maybe because they're still pretty much communist, there's only one man for the country just like Mao for China or Castro for Cuba. The only thing about this city, or maybe this country (damn! I should've traveled to other cities here..) is it's all about the war stuff, the history, the war suffering, and the hatred of Vietnamese towards the Americans or French (it's debatable). It's pretty obvious when you are in touristic areas. They sell the history lot more than culture. That's what I'm feeling about tourism here.




Gastronomic experience here is amazing. Everything in Vietnam taste so goddamn great. From the all Vietnamese homemade food I tried in Ann's, the restaurants, cafes, until the street food had been mouthwatering and all-time craving for me. I don't mind eating pork so I tried lots of kinds of food here. The Banh Mi -Vietnamese sandwich-, Banh Seo, Pho Bo, Pho Ga, and other hard-to-remember-the-name foods taste heavenly. I could even eat a rock covered by mud here and it tastes really good. It is obvious that their cuisine are strongly influenced by Chinese and French delicacy. Vietnamese food is a very great combination between the meat, carbo, and vegetables. Eating is one of my major activities here. I love eating in everywhere, even eating in the street food in front of Vietnamese schools had become a very great experience. Apart from the enormous usage of basil, I love Vietnamese food.

The thing about traveling is you can have opportunity to meet new people and try to absorb the city's atmosphere. I found the people here are quite nice. Hard to communicate with most of the locals since their English ability is no better than the Neanderthals. Since I don't speak Tieng Viet al all, I found it really hard to communicate with them when I was in shops, or restaurants. One day, when I was in a nice coffee shop near Ann's, I asked the waiter for an ashtray. Before I asked, she ran inside the coffee shop (I was in the terrace) and then she gave me the bill. I was laughing and I told her with my body language that I need ashtray. She nodded and went inside the coffee shop. Then she came out with a smile and.... a matches in her hand. She gave me the matches and I ran out of words of languages. I ended up wasting the ashes on the floor. One American man I met named Darren told me that compared to any other people in Indochina, Vietnamese are bitchier. They don't speak English but they seemed don't want to learn. When we talked to them, they easily angry cause they're frustrated they don't get what we said. Geez...




Apart from the bitchy Vietnamese, I met amazing people here. Met Darren, and American who is currently moving from Seoul to Saigon for a new living. Had inspiring all-night-long conversations and discussions with him about life. Met Collin, and Irish who owns an Irish Bar named Collin's and listened to his marriage stories with his Vietnamese wife and his stories about how hard to manage a bar in Vietnam. And of course, accidental meeting with Ivan is one of the interesting part of this city. I accidentally met him at KFC, he's Vietnamese-looking but I kinda notice that he's Indonesian from his Tokema T-shirt and Consina pants. He ended up being our "local guide" and brought us to nice places in Saigon.
What pleasant days in Uncle Ho's Land


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Just Enough for a City

Lately I've been listening to Stevie's "Living for the city". I found it really great since I fond of his masterpieces. Knew it for the first time when somebody -forgot the name- brought it in American Idol.
From this song, Wonder can articulate his personal background and the social situation in America, esp. in the southern states, at that era. Living for the city..

I'm not trying to place on a par with Stevie but I found things in common with the words within the lyrics. I was born in Kramat Tunggak, the place where there used to be a red light district in the north of Jakarta. I was born there not because my mom was a prostitute or my dad was a pimp, because my dad's workplace hospital is located there. Never been living in that area but I think it's really tough there compared to any other part of this city. My dad was a man from the small town in Central Java, a truly Javanese, and mom came from the western part of the island.

My old man, he had a very tough life. His old man passed away 3 days after the celebration of his circumcision, when he was 9 or 10. He was a bright one in his town, brought his bundle of clothes to Jakarta. Started his life really tough as ojek driver in Kota, then being a teacher, and ended up as an accountant in the state-owned harbor company. He didn't dig a lot of gold but he bang his bones off his body for the family. It wasn't much but it's just enough for the city.
My mom had a better kinda situation than my dad's. Leave her hometown when she was a teenager, went to catholic schools and end up working for the government. Though she wasn't suffering, it was tough at that time to live away from her comfort zone and spend her young time with her brother and his demonic wife. She's not making a lot of cash till now, but she's squeezing her brain and juggling harder than the clown in the circus. It's not much, but it's just enough for the city.

I never found tough life here. Got everything I want. Not actually everything, at least the primary and secondary ones. But we could get things we want if we save more and work our ass harder. Yes, it's just like when we don't have an apple tree in our lemon tree garden. When we want an apple, we don't need to walk miles away from our garden to Eden. Just save some spaces of the land, put the apple seeds, pour some water, let them grow, and wait for the harvest time. It needs efforts, but we got the apples eventually.

So I never feel like a poor boy from Mumbay, but I never feel like an Upper East Sider either. But I can taste sweet stuff if I put some sugar in it. Just learn harder, then got into univ. Just learn less-harder to be a grade-A. Just work a bit and a little juggling and save some dimes to get fake apparels, nice social lubricants, and discover a little piece of this globe. It's not much, but the living just enough for he city.

Click here to hear the song

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...

His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floor for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah

His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum

Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
His patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city...ooh,ooh
[repeat several times]

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his love walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing on air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don't change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!!

Baru Sadar

Gak lama setelah posting..

Ternyata gw juga baru sadar setelah ditanya sama listya,

"Maksud nyokaplo paparazzi ya ris..??"

Ternyata gw baru tau kalo maksud nyokap gw pavarotti itu paparazzi..

Ternyata gw gak kepikiran selama ini..

Ternyata gw imbisil juga....

Etty's English Dictionary

Hahahaha... mulai menulis lagi. Tapi lagi-lagi bukan tulisan yang bermutu. Halah, udahlah... banyak tulisan yang bermutu dari temen-temen gw seperti si bencong inal, dajal ijajil, the comingofageboy rana, dan ninin si lolipop ganja. Jadi kalo gw mah bagian yang nyampah aja ya.. Ni mumupung lagi eager nulis nih, biasanya mah males banget semales gw mencari jodoh..

iya, tadi sore pas balik dari kampus ketemu nyokap di ruang tipi. Pas ada running text iklan program spesial memorial michael jackson. terus terjadi pembicaraan:

Adek Gw," Nih, Mas. Ada siaran langsung Michael Jackson abis Batman"

Gw, "Iya, di Metro juga ada. Ni heboh banget pemakamannya, lebih heboh dari Lady Diana dulu."

And suddenly, sotoily my mom said:

"Yaiyyalah Maykel Jeksen lebih heboh dari Ledi Die.. Orang dia matinya dibunuh Vaparotti.."

Sungguh sontak kaget gw mendengarnya. Sambil menahan rasa malu dan geli gw jawab agak ketus:

"Bahkan Pavarotti itu penyanyi tenor mah. Sotoy banget sih.."

Ya.. I didn't mean to hummiliate my mom, but it's kinda funny, though.. Dan apakah kalian merasakan hal yang aneh dalam percakapan di atas?? Ya!! Nyokap gw salah spelling nama PAVAROTTI jadi VAPAROTTI.. Yep, everybody knows that Sundanese have problem with pronounciation especially when it comes to V or F. Mereka kan selalu ketuker lafal dan bahkan tulisan jadi P. Kejadian ini berlaku banget sama nyokap gw. Banyak kejadian yang membuat gw lucu dengernya.

Pokoknya, banyak banget kosakata baik dalam bahasa asing maupun Indonesia dia convert ke bahasa seenak lidahnya.

Contohnya:

"Anggaa..!! Nanti Jam 5 jemput Mama di setatsiun yaa...!!"

Maksudnya Stasiun (perubahan morfologi dari Station --> Setatsion)

"Nanti kita nginep di Hotel Yesaya ya.."

Gw pikir, "Busset, curiga gw diajak retreat nih.." Gak taunya pas nyampe di hotel ada plang gede banget "HOTEL YEHEZKIEL"

Dan sampe sekarang gw marahin kalo dia salah ngomong hotel itu, tapi teteup egonya gak mo kalah tetep bilang Hotel Yesaya.

"Nih, di kantor Mama tadi ada acara, Mama bawa kue Harpes"

Gw bingung, takut makan kue ini jadi ketularan herpes atau kuenya gw malah baca karena gw pikir Harper's Bazaar.

Dan ada satu lagi yang paling oke banget ni nyokap gw meng-convert kata dari English ke bahasa lain. Pernah ada satu kejadian beberapa tahun yang lalu waktu adek gw sakit di Bogor. Karena waktu itu lebaran, susah cari dokter. Walhasil kita ke Poliklinik Polres Bogor. Kita udah nunggu lumayan banget lamanya.. Tadinya kita pikir, "Oh, karena lebaran dokternya dikit kali.." Tapi kita akhirnya nyadar kalo kita sebenernya panggilannya di-skip suster dan diselak pasien lain.  pasien 1 lewat.. pasien 2 lewat.. pas pasien 3 dipanggil dan itu bukan adek gw nyokap gw marah- marah ke susternya,

"Sus!! Ini gimana sih?? kok saya diselak terus... Kita udah lama di sini. Kita kan deupeus..."

Nah!! ada yang bikin bingung dari perkataan nyokap gw. Gw, sepupu gw, dan bude gw nanya,

"Mah, deupeus apaan sih?"" gw pikir itu istilah perumahsakitan atau apa gitu..

Nyokap gw bilang, "Itu deupeus, yang pertama, The First... (dengan pelafalan yang sekilas terdengar seperti tablet efervescent yang ditaruh di bibir yang basah).."

Woallah, maaaaahhhh......!!! Gw yang saat itu masih SD kelas 5 ngamuk dengernya. Sotoy banget sih!! mana ngomong sama orang lagi. untung suster, bukan siapa-siapa.. malu-maluin deh aww..

Jadi, kalo misalnya nyokap gw punya chance, mungkin dia bisa bikin kamus kayak Webster's English Dictionary atau apa dan menaruh kata-kata tersebut dalam kamusnya.

Emang bener apa kata pepatah Sunda:

"Kata siapa orang Sunda gak bisa baca huruf F sama V?? PITNAH!! gampang atuh kalo Ep itu mah Panta, kalo Pe itu mah Pesva...!!

My Imaginary Family

Karena gak ada kerjaan lagi (sebenernya ada tugas2 uas, tapi malesnya puol), iseng- isengan ah menulis apa yang sering gw ceritain sama temen- temen gw mengenai hal ini.
Mengingat gw hidup dan tumbuh besar (literally besar dan bermulut besar) dalam lingkup didikan Hollywood, ge akhirnya punya khayalan buat punya keluarga kayak gini orang2nya. My imaginary family is gonna be great!!

buat yang baca, gw yakin kalian pasti cuman bilang “TERSERAH”. ya, terserah juga buat gw kalian mo pikir apa. ya nggak sih freeen?? (dilafalkan dengan suara sengau)
tapi harus gw akui, inilah salah satu efek terpaan media yang sangat tinggi.

Berikut adalah keluarga khayalan gw:

1. Kakek = Marlon Brando
Ya, gw pilih Marlon Brando sebagai kakek gw karena gw pikir dia KEREN POL. Punya kakek macam Don Corleone. WAW!! di dunia khayal gw, dia itu kakek yang tegas2 galak gimana gitu, tapi sebenernya sayang banget dan perhatian sma cucu-cucunya, termasuk gw. hampir semua cucunya takut dan segan sama dia tapi ya gitu, kita semua sayang dia.

2. Nenek = Julie Andrews
“the hiils are alive, with the sound of music…” yea!! she is such a very fun loving granma ever!!! selalu memberi petuah bijak dan tak jarang menjukkan kasih sayang dan sangat memanjakan cucu- cucunya. Cucu- cucunya sangat sayang sama dia.. tapi di khayalan gw Julie Andrews selalu berbicara dengan logat Sunda halus…


3. Ayah = Tom Hanks
Dia adalah anak kedua dari kakek- nenek gw. sangat dekat dengan anak- anaknya. suka becanda tapi sebenernya di dalem becandaanya sangat sarat petuah bijak. Gw sama bapak imajiner gw ini sering banget jalan ke luar, kayak jalan2 ke taman, mancing di danau, dan berburu. tapi gak jarang kita beradu pendapat. he’s my lifetime best friend..


4. Ibu = Meryl Streep
Sungguh seorang ibu yang baik. dia bukan tipe ibu yang macem ibu rumah tangga gitu, tapi selalu melakukan tugasnya sebagai ibu dan istri yang baik buat keluarga. berbeda dengan ayah imajiner gw, dia cukup pendiam, tegas, sedikit agak dingin, tapi sangat keibuan. gw lebih sering arguing sama dia, sering berantem malah. tapi kita berdua sebenernya punya kedekatan khusus. Oh, iya. dia punya kebiasaan dari gw kecil sampe sekarang: membawa cookies sama susu ke kamar gw sebelum tidur.


5. Kakak = Shia LeBeouf
Jarak umur kita gak terlalu jauh, tapi kita gak terlalu deket. lingkaran pergaulan kita juga beda. dia agak rebelious, terutama sama bokap. sering banget dia ribut sama bokap. cuma nyokap doang yang bisa mawangin dia. agak sedikit defensif orangnya. tapi biar gitu, gw sama dia gak pernah ribut.


6. Adik = Dakota Fanning
Aaaaarrrggghhh…… Dia adek yang paling rese sejagad raya!!! keponya setengah mati!! selalu ikut campur urusan gw, selalu nguping di kalo gw lagi ngobrol di telepon, selalu chatting sama temen2 gw pake id gw.. dan selalu ngadu ke bonyok gw kalo gw ngapa2in. Meskipun kelakuannya rese, dia sayang banget sama gw, begitu juga sama dia. kalo gw dateng pasti langsung tereak manggil gw dari ruang tengah.. terus kalo gw lagi nginep di rumah temen ato gak pulang kemana gitu, pasti gw ditelponin kapan pulang terus disuruh pulang..


7. Oom 1 : Al Pacino
Naahh… dia ni mirip banget sama kakek gw tipenya. terlihat galak2 gahar gimana gitu. segen banget gw sama dia. dia kakanya bokap gw. tapi gw deket sama anaknya yang cewe, jadi lumayan sering interaksi sama dia. dia orangnya agak cynical, tapi sebenernya suka gokil juga. pernah gw ngegapin dia melakukan hal yang bodoh, tapi pas ketawan gw ngeliat dia, dia balik lagi jaga wibawa, hahaha!!!


8. Oom 2 : Johnny Depp
Ini Oom yang paling gw kagumin!! seru banget orangnya, santai2 cool gimana gitu. kepribannya mirip nyokap gw, jarang ngomong. tapi dia punya charm tersendiri sebagai seorang Oom.. Dia adeknya bokap gw persis. tapi karena jarak umurnya yang agak jauh ma bokap, di lumayan deket sama kita2.. sampe sekarang belom nikah dan kayaknya gak mo nikah. tapi sekarang lagi tinggal bareng sama ceweknya. yah, begitulah dia.

9. Oom 3 : Owen Wilson
INI DIA OOM YANG PALING ASEEK!!! Paling sering banget dateng ke rumah terus ngajakin gw sama abang ade gw jalan ke luar. dia adeknya Oom Johnny. dia paling deket sama bokap nyokap gw. he’s everyone’s sweetheart. orangnya bawel banget, banyak bicara. sering bawa pacarnya juga kalo ke rumah. dia nih, anaknya selengean tukang ngecengin orang, termasuk gw. tapi dia Oom yang papling deket sama gw. gw sering maen football sama dia. nongrong di bar sama dia. pokonya temen maen gw lah. oh, ya.. bahkan dia juga sering maen sama temen2 gw juga saking deketnya gw sama dia.

10. Tante 1 : Jennifer Anniston
Dia tante paling rebek sekeluarga. rebek banget dia sama idupnya, melebihi rebeknya ika. kalo dateng ngeluuuh aja, mana bawel banget lagi. dia sering punya on- off relationship sama pacarnya yang udah 10 tahun. nah, kalo dia lagi bete soal kehidupan percintaannya, dia selalu minta gw temenin dia belanja. kalo belanja doi udah kayak dajjal dapet umat. dia adalah tante yang paling sering curhat sama gw mengenai kehidupnannya. kadang agak males sih, tapi ya udahlah. cantik juga… oiya, dia paling sering berantem sama tante gw yang satunya. apalagi kalo lagi makan malem keluarga besar…

11. Tante 2 : Eva Longoria
Ini tante gw yang paling HOT!!!!!! wih!! tante gw ini paling flirty POL!!! wanjeng seru abis sama dia deh. kerjaannya gonta ganti pacar mulu.. aduhh, khayalan jorok gw banget deh dia. oh, iya.. dia ni paling gak akur sama tante Jennifer, kalo ketemu ribuuut mulu..


12. Sepupu 1 : Jake Gyllenhaal
Sepupu gw ini anak pertama dari Om Al, dia cukup deket sama gw. tandemannya gw kalo langi maen bareng sama Oom Owen.. pokonya kalo lagi jalan mesti kita betiga dah.. nah, dia ni paling intimidatif sama gw, sering banget ngecengin gw, meskipun pembawaannya tenang. sering banget didekektin cewe2 tapi dianya mah cuek aja.. dia punya biggest affection sama temennya masa kecil sampe sekarang.. sampe bego gw dicurhatin sama dia soal ini..


13. Sepupu 2 : Lindsay Lohan
wah, ini nih salah satu bahan khayalan gw banget juga. dia tante eva dengan versi 20 tahun lebih muda. hubungan kita berdua cukup unik, kayak catherine dan sebastian di Cruel Intentions. Such a Hottie!!!


Nah, selain keluarga ini, gw juga punya keluarga jauh. mereka juga tinggalnya cukup jauh. Gw sering dateng ke tempat mereka kalo lagi lebaran atau natal atau hannukah. salah satu di antaranya adalah:

1. Nenek jauh : Sophia Loren
Ini nenek jauh, sekarang udah meninggal. baek banget orangnya

2. Om jauh 1: Gerard Buttler
wah ini mirip sama Om Owen kelakuannya. gw sering maen sama dia kalo lagi dateng ke tempatnya pas natal

3. Om jauh 2: Hugh Grant
sangat baik dan berwibawa. gak terlalu deket gw sama dia

4. Om jauh 3: Jude Law
Gw gak terlalu deket sama dia tapi sebenernya orangnya asik. karena jarang ketemu aja jadi gak terlalu akrab.

5. Om jauh 4: Roberto Benigni
Ini nih Oom paling aseekk.. kocak abis!!

6. Oom jauh 5: Hugh Jackman
Oom yang paling sering didatengin karena suka maen ke sana. dia yang ngajarin gw surfing, diving, kayaking, dan lain2.. maklum dari down under doi. orangnya asik banget, ramah. dia punya anak 3 sama istrinya yang aktivis pelindung penyu belimbing. keluarga jauh yang asik deh


yah, begitulah keluarga imajiner gw.. silakan ditertawakan.
gapapa, udah biasa..

introducing me!!

Hi…!!!

this is the first time I post something-like-blog writing on tmblr..

actually, I’m not the one who loves writing so much.

I just want to share a very small piece of my life to the universe.

well, hope you guys —who wants to log on my tumblr account— delight to see the little piece of my life..

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