KARin’s cOrner

(Jangan) panggiL aku.. La BuLUxa…

aMOng mY stUffs… diantara semua barang2 personaL aku.. aDa 2 iteMs Yg i Love the mOst tiLL deaTh do Us aPPart… hehehe

1. Red chapucOne ChapUcOne..
Jaket b’tOpi warNa meraH.. Yg suDah bULuk; sebuLuk-buLUknYa. BeLinYa udaH b’taOn-taOn Yang LampaU. Ketika aku masih Les ToefL.. masa2 seRu2nYa jadI Mahasiswi barU… Ampe skrG maSa2 seRu2nYa Hampir Gax Lagi Jadi maHasiswi, aku juGa masiH serING banGET pake iTU JakEt. Sampe2 TemeN2 aku sebEL banGet ma Itu JakET, They waNNa gEt rid oF mY JackeT.. Pd pengeN buanG iTU jakeT, tp pd Gax bs. Jadi kLO suaTU saaT Nanti, mY beLOved reD jackeT gOne, maYbe bcOs mY frieNDs jusT can’t sTand it to see that Thing anymore,hehehe.
PdahaL sTOck Jaket aq Jg LumaYan banYak. But, i juZ to daMn in LOve wiTh tHat reD one, MungkIn aku akan memPensiunkannYa kEtika aku sudaH benar2 tidak Jadi Mahasiswi Lagi. MaYbe…

2. BLack Bag made in Export!.
Hmm.. taLking abOUt this sTuFF. Jadi inGEt jaman dULU banGEt. The 1st time i got mY paRT-timer JOb. Yeah, aku beLinYa pake dUIt senDiri. HasiL kerinGat aku senDiri (wLOPuN Gax BNer2 kErinGat waKtu iTU.. hehe).
Hi, Luchu JUga kLO ingET beTaPa senEngnYa aku wakTU itu. SeteLah NUnggU 1 bULan.. TRus aBIz iTU isenG jaLan ke 1 of the Bigest MaLL in sOLO, TRus Gax taUnYa mLh "dapET" iTU Tas.
SekaraNG, sudaH b’taOn.. sudaH (agax) bULuk puLa… taPi, once aGain.. i juZ tO daMn in LOve witH that Bag. Lagian iTU Tas LumaYan "gede" bwT meNamPUng smUa aLat pEraNg aku. Jadi, juz inCase i sTUck.. cannot find waY home.. aku kaYaknYa bakaL bs b’taHan. KareNa "bekaL HidUP" udaH T’taMPung @My baG! WLopun,gax sLaLU kOmplIT. BUt, 1x Lagi.. i juz tooo daMn crazY in Love wiTh MY Bag. kLO Yg ini gax taU kaPaN diPensiunkan. NunggU saNg peNgganTi dataNG dLU kaLI.. hihihi.

OveraLL, those twO things are the trUe frIeNDs .. soULmate-aLIked oF mINe.
UntungnYa Eyang aku gax reWeL.. UntungnYa Ibu ma Bapak gax disinI.. UntungnYa para krItikus seJati aku gax sEMuanYa disiNI.. Dan UntungnYa LaGi situasi daN kOndisi masiH meMberi PengertiaN bagi aku….

rEd & BLack unIted as ONE!

JUz LOve The waY theY are.

JUz sIMPLY be siMPLIfiEd i aM ….

Whatever women do, they must do twice as well as men, to be thought half as good.
Luckily this is not difficult!!

Viva el equality para female en vida…

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Solo,
Central Java.. 6 September 2006

 

 

Time
is the best healing… some people said like that.

Maybe
they are right, maybe not.

 

 

There
were so many things that I get and there were so many things I learn.

The
good, the bad, smiles, laughs, tears and angers, are some elements
that enriches my moments in that place. That place… a holy-timeless
place named Cuban Camp Hospital @Prambanan. It is a site of medical
team — humanitarian mission of the Cubans and Indonesians.

 

When for the first time
I arrived at this place, there was small doubt accompanied my first
duty. I should become a translator and an assistant of the doctor, at
the same time.

Sometimes,
I just like a guide, when I should accompanied the Cubans, traveled
to some places… hunting and looking some things, and getting almost
crazy when we should faced several unwanted situation and condition.

We
( Indonesian & Cubans ) were being locos* and locas*, hahahaha,
but it was so great.

*
loco/loca(s) is a Cuban expression for a mad/crazy people.

 

3
months is seems not enough to cover all feelings and hopes that
arouse in the mind and heart of every one.

 

3
months becoming a beginning… a wonderful beginning of a great
expectation.

 

The
last 3 months… June-July-August 2006… is becoming one of a damn great episodes of my life.

Going
to Merapi… crowding in Malioboro several times, getting almost
crazy in hunting medicine supply all over Jogja (up
to centarl Hospital of Jogja),  almost chasing by the shipping man when looking and
take care the container, and just like a crazy guide with some
alike-tourist in KaliAdem, when trying got some Merapi stones. Up to helping doctors when there was a mother wanna gave birth to her baby!!! Unforgetable!
And there were so
many more that are just can not being describe. It was a hell great
moment being there.

 

In
the last 3 months, I can help people in helping others, almost
fighting together (Indonesian +Cuban) when I cannot give a best shoot in helping other
people.

 

In
the last 3 months, I can be a person who I never expected to be
before… almost reborn… getting transform… but in a deep and
different humanitarian side.

 

 

Never
say “Goodbye… Adios”…

This
word is like a prohibition… even tough we… Indonesians & Cubans cannot see each other …
it was not the end, actually, it can be a beginning. So, never say
goodbye!

I Just miss that mixed-great moments in helping others!!! Miss the crowded patients… miss the weird food, miss the great friends of translators club, miss the crazy drivers, miss the locos/locas medical cuban team. I just miss the whole ganx of Prambanan Camp!!!

 

Smiles…
Tears… Love… Friendship… Trust…

Unforgettable
stories….

Great
episode.

 

Love…
Sincerity…

 

Viva
la Patria… Viva la Revolucion… Viva el Socialismo… Hasta la
Victoria Siempre!

 

Viva el amor!

 

Hasta
la vista!!