Dat Summer

Summer. Libur. Woy.

Selalu ada cerita dibalik setiap liburan musim panas. Bukan, kali ini bukan soal cinta. Gue masih jomblo – jadi aman. This summer is kinda different. I joined UPH so called ‘summer camp’ di kampus Lippo Karawaci. Iya, liburan sekolah di sekolah juga. Super niat.

Camp... hm. More fun, more people, more adventure. Jujur sih gue baru aja mengetahui beberapa fakta ini tentang gue and overall things from camp:

1.      Gue buta di UPH. Gue ngga tau mana gedung mana dan apa yang terdapat disana. Gedung aja bisa sampe ketuker sama lapangan bola. Iya, gue sebuta itu emang. Sedih kan.

Untung gue selalu bisa mencari jalan gue ke FJ Square. HAHAHA.

2.      Cardio itu membunuh. Bagus deh guru olahraga sekolah gue ngga tau UPH ngajarin cardio. Kalo gak sih ambil aja aku sekarang, ya Tuhan. Gue ngga akan mau menghabiskan sisa hidup olahraga gue dengan cardio. Sekian.

3.      As is all typical Indonesians, cowo-cowo Indo juga suka selfie. Dan herannya bukan kita cewek yang lebih ngajakin tapi malahan mereka. Kaget? Sebenernya ngga terlalu sih. Au ah, gelap.

What I liked most about camp was that I became so certain that I’m going to Ilkom DAN majoring specifically on broadcasting journalism. Yes pantai, you’re going to see this one young lady at UPH’s Ilkom one day. Belepotan-belepotan juga masih ada excitement tersendiri which makes it so believable. Entah kenapa gue makin yakin kalo satu hari nanti gue juga bakal ngisi di Kompas (bodo deh ya jadi intern ato resident, yang penting I’m gonna make them beg for me to join in their organization). I do believe that everything starts here.

Kakak mentornya juga unbelievably lovable and fun! Entah karena mereka udah nggangep kita udah gede sampe jadi kayak temen sendiri apa emang dari sononya mahasiswa UPH tuh kayak begini. Ledek-ledekan juga ya sama mereka-mereka ini. Wajah-wajah tersenyum walaupun capeknya gue jamin mungkin banget ngga ngakal. Sempet kemaren gue kepikiran gimana kalo misalnya gue ada diposisi mereka. Gue bakal butuh “mood booster” sendiri kan buat tetep kasih yang terbaik dalam keadaan kayak begitu segimanapun mereka bilang mereka udah biasa sama kerjaan mereka. Rasa capek itu ngga bakal bisa dipungkiri sob.

Dan yang paling menarik adalah COWOK CAKEP MASBROOOO! Inget gimana gue pernah bilang bahwa kalo kuliah itu meningkatkan prospek cowok ganteng sebanyak 100% sedari kita di TB? YES, camp proofs 75/100 chance of it. Senior kita banyak yang ganteng. Semoga mereka ngga suka gantung cewe ya. Hahaha cukup. Udah. Gue ngga sabar aja jadinya.

Ngomong-ngomong soal pengalaman, bro, I’m not gonna lie that cardio is a bitch. Beneran deh. Gue dulu ngga ngebayangin bahwa sebagian dari rutinitas lari diatas sebuah ban (baca: treadmil) adalah melakukan hal semacam ini: menegangkan otot. Pantesan si MinKyu ngga fitness lagi. Nyiksa ternyata (Hahahaha bercanda. Gue tau si MinKyu mah males aja makanya ngga fitness lagi). Bedeh.

Dosen-dosennya so far sih so asik aja ya menurut gue personally karna banyak dari mereka yang kayak mr Lucas kalo udah nanggepin kita: kalo ngga bisa handle dari depannya ya carilah cara merebut hatinya lewat jalan yang lain. Pengalaman juga berbicara lah ya, ngga sekedar kepala tidak  berambut maupun jidat mulus condong kedepan atau kebelakang. Mr Lucas ngebantu kita banget buat jadi lebih dewasa for this section. Gue sendiri bisa bangga. Gue fix usaha buat beasiswa deh. What the heck is impossible dengan dosen-dosen seasik ini. Wong ketua jurusan aja udah kayak temen main dengan batas jelas kok buat anak kuliahan. Gampang lah buat gue ngerebut hati #IHIK #IHIK.

To sum up, apakah gue nyesel ikut UPH summer holiday? NOPE. Definitely not. Katy Perry’s group is like the coolest group in hand I could ever imagine having (Hahahahaha insider jokeee!). Ide dan nyerocosan banyak manusia disekitar gue bikin gue ngerasa bahwa this is the right kind of community I would like to grow as a person in. I can’t wait for over-hours studying at the library, prayers with my colleagues, swimming, or maybe a simple run on the jogging track. It would have been fun, wouldn’t it?? –red

UNTITLED

I believe that a smile lasts longer than anything else in the world. Proof me wrong but, hey, if your never experienced a smile for yourself, then what do you have to say to defend yourself? Nonsense, would I have said.

Father, I hope it did not bother you anymore that I, by any chance, writing you a hideous letter I know you would never read anyway. But I have got to talk to you about a fact. I suddenly feel the urge to tell you this.

I highly understand that you yourself might have realized this as well when you were alive back then as I too get the insight to understand this matter. This is about one of your son; your oldest son to be more specific – that he is just so much like you. Both physically and mentally (and his flame for God too!). He’s got your hair, your warming smile if I not to say he was charming lest, your posture, your calmness, your mind, etcetera etcetera. He, too, is the best hugger in the world. He made people feel really accepted for who they truly are. He, dear Father, is a person so much like your replica if I am allowed to say anything more than just a twin to you.

If you would ask me anything about your eldest, I would have said that he has been a good ambassador of you all this time (I mean like yeah obviously; he’s got your genes). And to say least, he is such a generous person in his smiley ways; a jolly ol’ soul to cherish. He is so much like you in his utter most within the fact that he remembers things people do best and ask them to do it for him – just like you. Really REALLY just like you. I realized we never had conversations when you were alive, Father. But I can tell from the way people tell about you that you both did this one thing the same way. You inherit it to him. The same as though I didn’t get to meet him or to talk to him much as you, Father, I did feel really good when he asked me those questions he asked.

But that wasn’t it. There was something else.

There is simply something about your son that made me want to hug him and stay in it for the whole time yesterday; something I never felt wanting to do in all the times in my life. His hug is loaded with warmth, comfort and so much love. Have you ever been hugged by him Father? Dozens, I believe. I can somehow tell that his lost of you had cost him a lot of emotion in the last couple days. Yet the least I could do is hugging him and feeling like staying in his cuddle all day if I could. He reminds me of how much I would love a guy to be like him for my future: someone who is as comfortable as he is in his hug and nothing less in loving God.

I could really say nothing earlier because I literally had no idea of what he went through in the days as much as what I thought he might have had. But again, Father, no words could ever ressurect you but the words of God itself and yet I cannot immortize your lost by writing about it. He’s gone through too much “deep condolences, pastor” and such other similar sentences without even knowing how numb have he been with those phrases to differ which phrase means more sincerity than the other. You wouldn’t have guessed how many people which are alike that said those sentences to try to at least give him the comfort they thought could’ve save him from when all I have to give was a hug. Am I terrible, Father?

I hope you’re not bored yet hearing my all-over-fuss about a hug bla bla bla Father. But I promise you these are the last couple things I would told you about him. After the morning ceremony that Sunday, I lined up with the crowd. I ever wanted to say something to your son or his wife but still, I told you that I had nothing to say. All comforts are comfortless. I remained clueless. I asked the Holy Spirit but it said nothing until the moment when I approached her and kissed her ripe-apple cheeks. Those words, oh my God, dear Father, was the most consumingly peaceful set of words I’ve ever imagined being said sincere out of myself in as much as I know that I was clueless until last minute. You know Father, you should’ve seen me do it, really. Oh, I know it might sound funny to you – but I do feel peaceful after saying it. I asked her to simply keep smiling since that moment on. And then, another hug for your son.

Even though the second hug just went for a milisecond of life, Father, I feel revived. His acceptance made me feel really fuzzy. He wasn’t at all surprisingly warm to me and to all people he’s met I believe. And guess what, Father? Not every guy in this life I have offer the deepest gift of my heart: a hug.

RIP Senior Pastor Opa Jonathan Tahir

Bandung 1931 – Jakarta 2014

“I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion. Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.

After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going

to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.” – The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. 2014©

Steffi Santoso

I m p e r s o n a t e  S t e f f i

“WOY UANG KAS WOY !!!”

#Steffiketawa

“Kita belom syuting apalagi sih ini. . .”

“Aduh ceyeiin, yey gakboleh begitcu dumsss... Capek bingiits” #GengNcimArisan

“Woy gila woy sosisnya banyak banget. Cukup lah ya buat 3 hari”

“Siti! Sini deh Siti! Lucu banget!!”

#NontonCloudyWithAChanceOfMeatballs

“Let it go, LET IT GOOO!!”

“IH! Masa ngga dilap dulu sendoknya?!”

“Eh besok ada brownies nih.. Ada yang mau gak?”

TBH, Steffi Santoso Itu...

1.      Bendahara segala musim

2.      Preman bener kalo nagih uang kas

3.      Kalo udah ketemu Gwen Esli ketawanya bisa meledak

4.      Susah diajak toleransi soal duit

5.      Dog-a-holic! (Shitzu-nya lucu banget)

6.      Tulisannya enak dibaca soalnya gede-gede

7.      Kotak pensilnya udah kayak Staples/Citra Gading berjalan

8.      Benci olahraga tapi SKJ-nya hafal beuds

9.      Maminya adalah mami tergaul sepanjang masa

10.  Mirip banget sama emaknya

11.  Maunya yang higenis kalo soal makanan

12.  Kemana-mana pasti bawa powerbank

Samuel Valentino

Impersonate Samuel

 “Ah inimah gua juga bisa kampret!”

“FANKHUI!” *spellingnya begitu bukan sih*

“Fuck Shit Bitch.”

“Ah gua nga teliti anjir, kalo ga gua lulus!” *nilai grammarnya 68, passing grade 70*

“Dia kebunuh gara-gara temennya sendiri taiii” à ngomongin game

 “CINDY! Bagi cookies dong Cindy! Ah pelit lu Cin!”

“Iya laptop gue rusak.. belom dibeliin yang baru”

“Gua ngga nyalain hape. Kan pulsa gua abis” #mblo

“Tau gak lu Farrell! à terus ngomongin game lagi

“Mei! Nilai gua lebih tinggi daripada lu Mei!” #kesenengan

TBH, Samuel Valentino itu...

1.      Mukanya kayak psycho dari lahir

2.      Falsettonya wanjiiir

3.      Katanya pernah punya cita-cita jadi pemaen bola kurang gizi #jk

4.      Kurus & jangkung banget

5.      Tatapan nanarnya kalo lagi ngga pake kacamata keluar

6.      Makannya banyak. Perutnya kayak tangki penampungan

7.      Gamer sejati kayak Loli sama Farrell

8.      Poninya cetar! #huah

9.      Ga bisa makan ayam yang masih nempel sama tulang

10.  Dipanggil “Valentino” sama sir Albert

11.  Belom berhasil ngalahin semua nilai Mei

12.  Dipindahin bokapnya dari Pahoa gara-gara berandal #bahahaha