I will start a post with Martish from now on… so bare with me… if any of you can’t understand me, give me a howl…
Bonyok gueh baru balik ke Jakarta last Wednesday, of which tepat seminggu kemarin. After being poisoned and stranded in States for almost 10 years, they finally mudik for the first time. Last couple days before they left, my mom finally feels her adrenaline pumped with excitement and nervousness. Walhasil, gueh dibuat kocar-kacir buat menuhin kebutuhan nyokap on the last minutes. Pas hari rabu siang sebelom bonyok cabut, gueh took a day off special buat yokap yang udah yakin dirinya bakal sibuk on last minute. Mulai dari shopping shoes buat acara kawinannya abang gueh, mani/pedi, beliin oleh2 buat cousins gueh (did I ever mention I have almost 20 cousins? Or even more), n bekal bungkus perabot mudik, semuanya dilakuin at the last day!! No wonder gueh doyan bgt sama yang namanya procrastinate, I got it from my mom…
Their flight is at 01:50AM, but we tried to leave home before 9PM. I tried to act cool about having my parents leave to Indonesia, but deep down inside, I really feel to cry out loud, meraung-raung, ngais-ngais tanah… Gueh juga mau banget balik Jakarta…Gueh kan juga mau liat abang gueh merid… But guess what, I still play it cool… beside, gueh yakin banget bonyok tau dilemma gueh tanpa gueh bilang… Gini2 gueh kan dibuat sama mereka juga…
Pas jalan balik dari LAX, otak gueh melayang-layang ngga jelas bak layangan putus. Pikiran gueh menclak-menclok sana sini. “How the heck in the world, to run the house without my mom?” panic gueh mulai muncul, but I shook it off. Then, I got another thought, I really hope mom and dad will get there safely. I have these crazy thought about all of accident might happen. I really regret to see Final Destination now… but I said a quick pray and serahin semuanya ke Dia, then magically I feel better. Next, I get some flashes pictures of my brother. I still can’t believe that I will missed his wedding day… I took deep breaths many times to hold my tear falling to my cheek… God please grant me strength… Gueh paksa alihin pikiran sebelom gueh beneran mewek ditengah malem. Gueh ngayal, if I’m going back to Indonesia, what am I going to do? Pertanyaan yang ini buat gueh lega and sibuk ngayal yang asik2… Next thing I know, I was in front of my garage and hear my doggies barking…
So it’s been a week. I just realize mom took my maid with her… I need someone to cook for me…
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Martish
When I first create this blog, was pure from request. Beside the name of the blog, one more thing that really makes me thinking so hard, it’s the language. But I was on denial to take a decision and mean while I stick with what they called International language, English.
Today, I’m making my decision, the language will be *drum roll….* Martish a.k.a Me!! My own explanation is simple “because I said so!” ☺
So, Martish is an language which come from myself to speed things up. From the root of Indonesian and English plus Betawi and Sundanese dialect and times ngocol, that’s where Martish came from. It’s not a new language, but maybe a new philosophy?
Let me tell you a little about me. I’m a pure breed Indonesian who migrating to States on November 2000 and I never see my motherland since then. So, that’s all about me. Hahahha… Simple short and quick, but you will know more about me as you read, hopefully… *crossing fingers*
I learned English since junior high, but back then, I was learning how to cheat English… That was continued all the way until I finished high school. Officially, I learned English on July 2000 on an extreme summer crunch class for 4 weeks, right after I know I need to go to US for college. It’s an everyday class for 6 hours a day. Just like school except the only thing I learn is English. From A-B-Cs to Past-Present- Future, I swallowed it just as is, I didn’t try to chew it and try to get the real taste. And the next thing I know is taking TOEFL test and I passed. Then, here I am, wondering around on the land of freedom and Uncle Sam not knowing what to do. I’m lost in translation…
But God is good, He really prepared me for these. He gave me the gift of communication. On another word, I’m a typical person who can’t sit still and quietly on the corner, I’m a girl who likes to talks and says things out loud. I was having huge combat with the culture shock and jet lag. Just like a chameleon, I learned to adapt and changes my color, not literally, I’m still yellow/brownish and yes, I’m dark. Even though, I do wish that I could really be white, blonde and have blue eyes… But God won’t let that happen, I will be way too pretty… hahahahaha…
Now, I could talk in English as fast as I talk in Indonesian. Grammar?? Ok, who actually bring a red pen and highlighter and give you grade at the end of every conversation?? Me understand, you understand, OK laaa… *Singlish accent*
Today, I’m making my decision, the language will be *drum roll….* Martish a.k.a Me!! My own explanation is simple “because I said so!” ☺
So, Martish is an language which come from myself to speed things up. From the root of Indonesian and English plus Betawi and Sundanese dialect and times ngocol, that’s where Martish came from. It’s not a new language, but maybe a new philosophy?
Let me tell you a little about me. I’m a pure breed Indonesian who migrating to States on November 2000 and I never see my motherland since then. So, that’s all about me. Hahahha… Simple short and quick, but you will know more about me as you read, hopefully… *crossing fingers*
I learned English since junior high, but back then, I was learning how to cheat English… That was continued all the way until I finished high school. Officially, I learned English on July 2000 on an extreme summer crunch class for 4 weeks, right after I know I need to go to US for college. It’s an everyday class for 6 hours a day. Just like school except the only thing I learn is English. From A-B-Cs to Past-Present- Future, I swallowed it just as is, I didn’t try to chew it and try to get the real taste. And the next thing I know is taking TOEFL test and I passed. Then, here I am, wondering around on the land of freedom and Uncle Sam not knowing what to do. I’m lost in translation…
But God is good, He really prepared me for these. He gave me the gift of communication. On another word, I’m a typical person who can’t sit still and quietly on the corner, I’m a girl who likes to talks and says things out loud. I was having huge combat with the culture shock and jet lag. Just like a chameleon, I learned to adapt and changes my color, not literally, I’m still yellow/brownish and yes, I’m dark. Even though, I do wish that I could really be white, blonde and have blue eyes… But God won’t let that happen, I will be way too pretty… hahahahaha…
Now, I could talk in English as fast as I talk in Indonesian. Grammar?? Ok, who actually bring a red pen and highlighter and give you grade at the end of every conversation?? Me understand, you understand, OK laaa… *Singlish accent*
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