travel is..

Travel is the simple chance of reinventing ourselves at new places where we are nobody but a stranger. 

Travel is the discovery of what and who we miss the most. 

Travel is the same pair of jeans for a week and different experiences every day.

Travel is finding new things and new people to miss.

Travel is discovering the part of yourself that you never knew existed before.

Travel is that one song in your iPod that will forever remind you of that one sexy afternoon somewhere.

Travel is the discovery of who misses us the most.

Travel is answering the question ‘business or pleasure’ without blinking.

Travel is deciding who will be the last call before you take off and the first call after you landed.

Travel is a test of your physical and emotional tolerance.

Travel is a one hour conversation that could lead to a lifelong friendship.

Travel is that one boarding pass you keep in your wallet to remind yourself one day when you’re gray and old that you were once cool.

Travel is waking up in a strange bed and feeling home and waking up in your own bed one day and feeling like a stranger.

It’s learning not to take every second for granted.

Travel is learning that the journey is as memorable as the destination.

Travel is discovering that random act of kindness does exist.

Travel is learning to communicate with just a smile.

Travel is not wanting to sleep because for once reality is more interesting than your dream.

Travel is not being afraid to fall in love with a complete stranger.

Travel is where broken English is welcomed with a wide smile instead of greeted by a grammar nazi.

Travel is where people that you talk to really try to understand what you’re trying to say.

Travel is finding out more reasons to write. And more reasons to live.

Travel, sometimes, is the rediscovery of our nationalism.

Travel is that one stranger across the street you will always wonder if he/she is your soul mate.

Travel is wearing those clothes you couldn’t wear back home.

Travel is realizing the things you cannot live without.

Travel is realizing that maybe you know nothing.

Travel is wearing a stranger’s jacket and feeling home.

Travel is meeting you.

-copied from ika natassa.tumblr

"this is not happening to me" and that happened.

i went out to get some aminophylline and ofcourse dinner before taking the drugs. these last few days, i just couldnt sleep because of my asthma attack mostly after 2 am. but last night it came earlier.

i cancelled my dinner with dina and adhika because i dont think i was in the mood to have lil chitchat while having this unimportant additional effort to breath. and there i was, taking my jacket on because the temperature was cold and putting on my socks. i went to the drugstore and actually bought 4 packs of aminophylline (for the sake of laziness to get back there, so i saved some packs), then to a small warteg near there. i need veggie, i said to myself rebutting my favorite nasi uduk depan indomaret sukajadi. then i got veggie (lots of it, well i categorized it as lots because of my diet is usually lack of veggie), ikan teri, tempe.

at my room, i ate that, remembering that i really wanted to take the drugs. the drug will definitely kill my stomach if i didnt it. pretty much squeezing it 4 times a minute, the colic pain much more like kaya orang dapet hari pertama. i ate some teri before i realized that my tongue itched. shit. i didnt finish the teri.

after i finished, i took the drug and tried to get some sleep. the drug usually drugs me off, i can sleep for 6 hours without any chance the alarm wakes me. it puts me to sleep like a dead. but not last night. after i took the drug, i set to sleep, but it was getting harder to get some air. at first, i said to myself, this is just asthma, i just needed to take the second pill.

but nope, i felt the sensation of choke, the chest hurt, and i need to breath via my mouth. hmm..this wasnt felt like asthma. i looked at the mirror. damn, this is not happening to me. i got perioral cyanosis. i needed to tell somebody to take me to the hospital. i put my crazy black abaya, pake jilbab apa adanya, i called danar. he was in bekasi, astri lagi di kamar dina, no way she could reach my room fast enough, i rushed to mani and puni's room.

thanked god they were there. mani looked at me like she was seeing ghost. (later she told me that she can see 'things', so at first she really thought im a ghost, she told me she needed some time to make sure that im a human being, because of my long black abaya). mani supported me to walk down the stair and i told her, i dont think i could make it to the hospital by walk. god damned me, i really could not get any air. so, bapak yang jaga kosan nganterin gw pake motor. it was cold, i chilled all over my body, my lips was numb.

so that was the story last night. i went to igd, siapa sangka yang meriksa gw adalah dicky, setelah sekian lama ga ketemu, it wasnt a nice meeting. the nurse put me on nebu, the doctor asked whether i prefer to dexa injection or per oral. i got allergy to sulfa, last night i discover i allergy to ikan teri (oh no), who knows if i got allergy to injected dexa?

thank god to sending me mani and puni and the bapak (mani called him 'the bapak'). and actually mani discovered that my acral was cold, my capillary refill lasted more than 2 seconds, then the doc measured my bp, it was 100/70.my usual is 110/70. and i got terrible headache, the doc said that was because my brain didnt get much oxygen. it got hypoxic (its funny when the term actually happened for real to me) astri nyusul, n akhirnya dia tidur di kamar gw semalem, sorry ciw. hehe.makasih juga buat dr. arin yang baik bgt smalem when i got so panicked, she calmed it down. butuh banyak banget dokter kaya dia.

that was the first heart-attacking-experience for me. i remembered that my mom got her second severe allergic reaction (the last time, my dad injected her dexa after discovering the perioral cyanosis, thats why i figured i need to go to the hospital, because the color of the peri-lips pale i saw last night) and my brother had that once.

i dont have so much feeling of freedom in choosing what i am going to eat anymore. *will see how long this feeling last, because i just love eating. :) i breathe right now.

clicks.

i love lovely words. so, please let me put that this way,

"we've been sharing love in any forms, from the tiniest, the crankiest way, the most tolerant way, and those are the brick of what we have right now."

what do we have right know? yang kita punya adalah only milliseconds to click again after years apart. yang kita punya was one easy introduction to be continued into that kinda bricks.

ayo mulai cerita.

"hi yudha, boleh tau kita bakal ketemu adik-adik jam brapa?"
"idealnya sih jam 10. mudah-mudahan ga ngaret, kak dinda."
i had no idea whos on earth he was. but it was easy to end up having dinner of ten to twelve of us,

strangers with the capability of making an instant intimacy.

juga cerita namira dan baim. i just bad in story-telling.

omnia causa fiunt

everything happens for a reason.

1) termasuk kenapa gw memilih untuk replied and continued the conversation with a stranger this morning.

2) including why i chose to attend james gwee's seminar which turned out to be a disaster for me, because i tried too hard to like the topic, but i didnt, at all, like it and it was a failure to fail trying. i opened myself to receive all the knowledge he'd been trying to share, i just....a snob medical student, who cannot relate any of his economic theories into my daily routines.

i think i dont have the talent to be an entrepreneur. never cross in my head to live looking for money, even though indeed we need it, even though indeed we have to be rich.  i found it hard to please the humanistic desire without you being poor even to afford yourself.

3) including how teh nada reminded me to re-assess the understanding of "laa illaha illallah ",which means there is nothing to be feared, nothing to be worshipped, but Allah.

for that iman tanpa amal itu dusta, amal tanpa iman itu sia-sia.

i am not trying to be religious or anything, neither i am being an instant pious. i just found it easy to make this as a way of life. i havent thought about this before, to actually implement the worshiping to the daily basis, without make it an obvious, show-off-ing religious ritual. being modest in worshiping if i may conclude that way. hope you got what i meant.

4) for i stated to a friend recently that i dont acknowledge other religions beside islam,. i just do respect the way you wanna live.

so, live mighty, live righteously.

young and wild and free

so what we get drunk
so what we smoked weed
we're just having fun,
we dont care who sees
so what we go out,
that hows it supposed to be
living young and wild and free.

(ini lagu enak bgt, except the rap part ya)
blog itu weed nya sebagian temen2 gw dan gw, that makes blogging as our smoking break
tidur itu our drunk-state. kadang ga kekontrol
apalagi kalo badan remuk, kepala kaya setan yang mengganggu manusia dari kanan kiri atas bawah.

sama makan enak deh. these are my way to live young wild and free.

sampe akhirnya hari ini gw mentoring dan tiba2 merasa banyaak yang mesti dipelajarin.

ilmu akidah. biar gw ga kebingungan ama hal2 kecil e.c. ga ngerti garis besar beragama tuh kaya gimana. biar gw mengkotak2an manusia muslim cuma berdasarkan hal2 yang sebenernya bukan masalah. ya gitulah.

ilmu akidah itu katanya kaya ilmu kedokteran. ya ada definisinya, ada batasan definisi, pengklasifikasian, tatalaksana, dll. mungkin nanti gw bikin semacam mindmappingnya kalo bisa.

terus biasanya, abis maghrib itu target tilawah berdasarkan 'ain ada dimana, surat baru berapa halaman lagi, atau juz baru ada di halaman mana, terus ngebuuuttt bacanya, biar cpt beres sebelum ramadhan. tapi pas mentoring tadi, tiba2 disentil ama Allah, via teh nada. sampe akhirnya baca 1 halaman tuh luamaa bgt. gara2 salah sana sini. myeee. abis mentoring. gw harus disiplin. target tilawah pake acuan waktu aja, terserah mau dpt seberapa, yg penting bacanya bener. mmm, walopun berarti bljr sabar lagi.

baca aja gw belum bisa ini. jungkir balik bgt yaampun Gustii

tadinya gw mau daftar les nari ama bahasa inggris. apa gw ganti jadi ama tpa aja lagi ya? yang mana ajalah, yang penting jgn tidur -_-"

times up. gw harus ciao dr blogger.com.

peluk yafidy, peluk auuuu!!

aku dikasih benang wool ama buku belajar ngerajut!

"dear dinda, rajutlah setiap simpulnya, dengan cinta. happy birthday!"

so, today sparkles.

*sayang ga ada foto barengnya.. jd ga bisa aku upload di fb deh,,
*serangan peluk!

darwin's award #1

darwin's award itu adalah award untuk the dumbest statement of the day dari mr. galvas untuk muridnya yang dodol. kenapa darwin? karena mr. galvas berpendapat bahwa teori darwin bahwa manusia berasal dari monyet itu bener2 dumb.

siapakah mr galvas? mr galvas itu guru di kelas human anatomy gw. sejauh ini, dia itu guru yang paling menarik, paling hebat,  paling paling paling yang lain. the best teacher ever.

banyak banget yang dpt darwin;s award. dan entah kenapa, walopun bodoh, gw seneng dapet darwin's award

mr galvas akan ngasih kertas yang tulisannya:

darwin's award from galvas to herdinda: for mismatching the shoes she bought.

ceritanya, gw beli sepatu converse baru. setelah 3 bulan gw pake, gw baru sadar, kalo sepatu gw itu yang kanan ukuran 5, yang kiri ukuran 6.

dan dia bilang, " i dont know the culture in indonesia, but here in US, we dont usually use shoes with different size."

salah satu darwin's award yang gw inget: untuk temen gw, siapaa gitu: for asking, "galvas, is that how you spell 'sword'?" --> maksudnya, gw aja yang org indonesia tau cara ngespell sword, masa anak umur 17 tahun ga tau cara ngespell sword?

gw mau bikin darwin's award juga hari ini untuk aulia khairani:

dinda: gw rasa 10-15 tahun lagi, orang naik mobil diharusin pake helm deh (setelah ada motor kurang ajar nikung sembarangan).. dulu aja orang ga diharusin pake seatbelt, sekarang harus. 

aulia: eh, jaman dulu mobil juga udah punya 'trash bag' tapi kan?

dinda, dina, astri: air bag kaleeeee.

so she thought trashbag saves a life.

When life was much alive

Ketika shalat subuh dibawah bintang, diatas rumput basah.

Puas bahwa diri ini optimal membagi manfaat.

Puas. That's what has been missing.
Kadang2 lupa, sebenarnya bukan puas yg dicari, bukan manfaat diri ke org lain yg dicari. Tapi ridho n berkahnya Allah
mengemis berkah Allah, rasanya lebih maknyus pada saat itu.

May The Lord bless.

*kangen aulia asmarantaka sama mr.galvas.
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ini gambar tentang 2 kawan semalam dan pagi hari ini. GEREGETAN GILA

cerita transisi

tadinya mau gw judulin: cerita kepompong. tapi kalo ditelaah dari judul, berarti kaya itik jelek yang berubah jadi the beautiful swan. tapi ga semua perubahan itu ke arah yang baik. walaupun definisi baik itu tergantung sudut pandang masing2 orang, dan sudut pandang Sang Pencipta yang ngasih reward di dunia setelah ini.

jadilah gw pilih transisi, dimana ujung tali satunya lagi, belum ketauan baik atau engga. cuma berubah aja.

so, lately, gw lagi mengikuti perjalanan secuil-cuil kehidupan seseorang yang gw ga tau siapa. dari awal dia bikin blog, ampe beberapa tahun setelahnya. perubahannya keliatan banget dari tulisannya. yah, inilah yang kadang membuat gw pengen nerusin nulis jurnal (bukan diary ya, journal. biar ga terkesan girly mid-teen gitu)

so deep within, indeed we are changing ya?

cerita orang ini amazed me quite hard. mungkin gw ga cerita tentang details of the stories. intinya, suatu kepercayaan itu bukan hal yang diajarkan, kepercayaan itu hal yang tumbuh. including agama, faith. orang ini banyak bikin gw berpikir tentang agama (religion) dan agama/kepercayaan (faith).

orang ini mengalami tuh (kayanya sih, ini kan sesuai dengan interpretasi personal gw) dari religion ke faith. kasarnya dan gampangnya ya, dari shalat yang cuma menggugurkan kewajiban, sampai dia ngerti betul kenapa kita harus mengaji Al-Quran (ini sih contoh basic dari gw aja, dia ga exactly mention the changes/the object of what changes).

then what i adore, the bravery to tell the truth di blog. this person apparently had the gut to stand up to what s/he believes, be able to announce the deepest of his/her thoughts. and s/he leaves the end to the audience, terserah pembacanya mau ngeinterprete apa.. termasuk perubahan yang dia sampaikan itu.

dan walking along the changes dari gaya nulisnya itu, its just fascinating. selamat berkarya, the author.