New Year's Feast! Hoorah!

New year was hereeeeeeee!! Woooohoooooooooo! Okay, that was totally fake. I am not a big fan of New Year's celebration, but I'd never say no to a New Year's feast either! Hahaha. Tahun ini pilihan makan-makan Tahun Baru jatuh di Restoran Angke di daerah Gang Ketapang. Again, I don't know where it is. Arah mau ke Harmoni situ lah pokoknya. Anyways, sebelumnya gue udah pernah makan di situ sih, tapi sudah lamaaaa sekali sepertinya. Pas kondangan. Entah kenapa seinget gue rasa makanannya biasa aja pas kondangan itu. Mungkin karena bagi-bagi sama banyak orang kali yeeee. Hahaha. Tapi kemarin malam, bener-bener beda rasanya. It was uh-muh-zing.

Pertama begitu sampe, seorang pelayan laki-laki yang sudah agak berumur dan Sun Yat Sen alike offered us the menu and wrote down our orders. Nyatetnya biasa aja. Di kertas note gitu, dengan tulisan tangan ala dokternya. Kayak emak gue kalo nyatet pesenan bubur dan nasi uduk. Oh, I already feel so comfortable here. Ruangannya juga persegi empat luas biasa, bener-bener kayak rumah. Rumah yang dipenuhi meja makan dan Chinese elders. Pelayan-pelayannya sepertinya terbagi dua. The seniors are wearing brown uniforms and the juniors are wearing orange uniform. There were Chinese paintings hung on the wall behind the cashier's table, and Chinese characters everywhere. I feel like I belong here. Hahaha.

Makanan pun datang. Pertama, nasi! Nasinya ternyata sepuasnya, tetep itungannya perkepala. Cihui! Dan what I like is, nasinya ditaruh di tempat nasi zaman dulu yang bolong-bolong, dan gue ngerasa kayak itu nasi yang diambil dari rice cooker rumah gue sendiri. Teh Cina pun datang dengan teko bunga-bunga zaman dulu yang ternyata made in 1976. Di Cina, itu adalah tahun terakhir Revolusi Kebudayaan, saudara-saudara. Ga ada hubungannya sih. Makanannya porsinya besar-besar! Jadi kebayang mungkin yang di dapur itu adalah ibu-ibu Cina yang penyayang yang tahu bahwa kami orang Indonesia pencinta nasi, dan paling ga bisa makan porsi kecil! Heyah laper beneran ini, sadar Han ini uda jam dua dini hari.

Oya, and instead calling the customers 'Pak' and 'Bu', they call them with 'Koh' and 'Nci'. No matter how Chinese my mother and brother are, but nobody ever called em Nci Ngko at restaurants. Hahaha. This Sun Yat Sen faced waiters restaurant is the exception.

This teapot was made back in the 70s! Hence the flower prints! Woohoo!

Gurame Asam Manis. Enak parah, tapi agak terlalu manis dan kental sih bagi gue. Tapi garingnya dapet.

Toge tumis babat. Kata ibu saya sih ini menu khasnya restoran ini. Rasanya pas asin manisnya. Babatnya garing ga alot. Perpaduan yang harmonis antara babat dan toge. Aduh jadi laper.

Lindung cah fumak. Ini iming-iming emak gue supaya gue mau ikut ke sini. Tapi belutnya terlalu tebel, jadi kurang garing dan bumbunya jadi kurang nyerep jadi agak pahit dikit. Lindung cah fumak yang paling oke udah Red Bean deh pokoknya.

Ayam Garam. Cuma ayam rebus doang digaremin, tapi enaknya banget. Cuma sambelnya agak sedikit kurang nendang. Harusnya sambel jahe tuh ngko.

Sekian reportase kuliner dari saya pada dini hari ini. Godspeed.

Seribu Rasa

Apakah artinya Natal? Bagi saya, hanya sekadar makan-makan besar bersama keluarga saya yang tidak kalah besarnya pula. Kebersamaan. Ya, ya, itu dia. Kebersamaan dan makanan enak. Oh terkutuklah dunia.
Jadi Natal tahun ini pun, pilihan makan-makan jatuh di Seribu Rasa di daerah Menteng. Bagi yang belum pernah coba, ayo lekas! Saya gak tahu jenis makanan apa yang dijual disini, yang jelas lezat! Masakan melayu peranakan sepertinya.
Range harga di sini dimulai dari 20ribuan untuk makanan dan 10ribuan untuk minuman. Harga yang cukup worth-it kalau mau disejajarkan dengan rasanya yang ciamik.

My 31 married brother. He should start wearing man bra like Eric Foreman's dad in That 70's show.

My ** Arabian sister. One annoying bitch. Hahaha.

Salad Mangga. Mangganya segar dan garing. Rasanya pas, asam-asam manis. Disajikan dengan beberapa potong udang kering, dan entah apa itu garing-garingan putih yang ada di pinggirnya.

Cakwe Seafood Oriental. Rasanya sudah tidak seperti cakwe yang dijual di pasar yang dipakai emak saya untuk jualan bubur tiap hari. Yang ini sudah dicampur dengan seafood dalam adonannya (sepertinya), dengan saus ala oriental yang kembali, asam-asam manis. Cakwenya kental dan tebal.

Ayam Goreng Saus Mangga. Ini pesanan saya. Sepertinya saya memang agak tertarik dengan menu-menu mangga yang disajikan restoran ini karena memang enak. Jadi begitu melihat judul dan tampilannya di menu saya langsung tergiur. Rasanya sebenarnya agak keasaman. Tapi selain itu tidak ada yang salah. Adonan tepungnya pas, tidak tebal dan tidak tipis. Mangganya lagi-lagi, segar dan garing.

Daun Singkong Tumbuk. Yang ini menu favorit keluarga. Singkongnya ditumbuk agak halus. Kuahnya santan, sangat gurih dan tidak terlalu bikin enek. Pertama kali merasakan makanan ini, lidah langsung bergoyang. Ada sesuatu yang beda yang membuat makanan ini agak berbeda dengan daun singkong yang biasa dimasak emak saya. Ternyata setelah diulik-ulik, ketemu salah satu bahan rahasianya. Daun mint. Gak tau lagi sih ada bahan rahasia lain lagi gak ya. Yang pasti ini kalau mampir, ini wajib pesan punya!

Dendeng Sapi Dua Rasa. Agak standar sih. Semacam empal sapi, hanya lebih tipis. Bumbunya ada dua, cabai hijau dan cabai merah. Ya iyalah anak tk juga tau.

Sayur Asem. Yang ini saya gak sempet coba. Jadi no comment.

Kepiting Soka Abon. Kepitingnya garing. Abonnya juga enak. Ini masih agak standar bagi saya. Saya agak kurang suka sih dengan makanan yang masih harus dilepeh-lepeh lagi (saya ga luput melepeh kulit kepiting tiap kali makan ini)

Udang Mantis. Again, ngelepeh-lepeh kulit udang. Tapi bumbunya enak. Lupa bumbu apa ini. Hahha. Maap yak.

Cumi Goreng Tepung. Sambelnya asem2 gimanaaa gitu. Pake bawang pula. Nyaaammm... Cuminya sih standar. Garing.

Klaapertaart vanilla. Mungkin lebih baik namanya diganti saja jadi Klaapercustard. Tartnya creamy banget, bener-bener kayak krim custard. Di bawahnya ada potongan-potongan kelapa muda yang tadi gak saya makan.

Ketan Mangga Cubit dan Klaapertaart Rum Raisin. Rasa ketannya kayak rasa permen tango. Mangga-mangga milky gitu. Ketannya ga manis, tapi ga pahit juga sih. Ketolong, meskipun dikiittt banget ketolong tawarnya, sama sausnya. Taartnya amat sangat terasa rumnya. Mungkin dituang setengah gelas sebelum disajikan. Urrrgh I hate rum.

Dengan demikian berakhir reportasi kuliner saya pada dini hari ini. Saya pamit dulu, hendak melanjutkan tugas bacaan terakhir kelas pengantar kesustraan Cina yang akan menentukan kelulusan saya. Karya yang saya bahas adalah Empress Orchid karya Anchee Min. Sangat menarik. Selamat tinggal. Godspeed.

Go Random!

I never understand all the shits people put out on New Moon. What did you expect it to be? Rocket science? A movie about a teenage girl, vampire clan, and a smokin hot pack of werewolves is supposed to be like that. Easy to chew, and you'll hope one of the werewolves will chew you. Haha.

My foreign language comprehension skill is getting worse. And this supposed to be lethal, since I am STUDYING language <--- if any of my senior or teacher see this maybe they'd say, we're not only studying the language, but also the culture, history, politic.. (and then it fades til all I could hear is blahblahblah..) Fantasticness.

If I could be born again as anyone/anybody in any time/any place, I would wanna be someone who lived in China around 1911-1950. So I could explain to the next me on the next life, which means now, about what and how China post dynasty really was.. T__T

Why did thou ever bother analyzing about words, phrases, clauses and how they formed and reformed, oh dear almighty Language God?

Sometimes I just wanna go honest all the time, but everytime I go, no matter what I ride, I always get blocked by two dead ends, "Manner" and "Morality". Dang, whatever happened to the road to heaven and a peaceful state of mind? <--- Okay, desperate attempt to be witty spotted and busted and charged guilty.

For all we know, the judgement day may happen in 2012. But for all we know too, it may not be too. Whatever happened to the saying "The Judgement Day can happen anytime, we'd never know"? Sure it may happen in 2012, but it may not too. The point is NOBODY ever knows. Stop bitchin about the idea of 2012. No more "2012 ga mungkin kiamat!" or "2012 bakal kiamat!". What about you fix your own goddamn brain first and then you may go ahead blabbing about religion.

Oh how I love the sims. Love, love, love. And ice coffee in the morning. And dipping Marie Regal in ice coffee in the morning. And internet. I don't know how to live without internet. I can't even remember what I used to do in spare time before internet. I can't remember what it used to be like, socializing with real people directly, instead of doing it via internet. Wow, I must be one pathetic oxymoron.

I'm really not a church person. You know...that kind of person who's active at church...doing stuff...best friends with all church youth' members... I'm not saying it's wrong. I encourage the idea. But sometimes I just feel like that kinda relationship is fake. How do you suppose to be yourselves in front of dozens of The God of All Things Good' worshipper? I don't mean to generalize, but sometimes they can be so indirectly judgemental it's making me questioning myself, "Am I really goin to hell or what?". Haha. Well say what you say but it's just me. But it doesn't mean I'm anti-church either, I just don't like the idea of 'Doing things in God'. If you wanna do good, don't bring God in it. Zip it to yourself. If you wanna do good, don't do it for God, do it for yourself, if not for those who are in need. Ok. Me, hell, now.

I always feel I'm slightly more superior than anyone else. Which means I'm also slightly delusional. But in my defense, it is because I have a superior God :)

Before, I have a thing for bald men. Now, gondrong men is everything. Now, me wants gondrong, brewok tipis, mata indah. Dang.

I always feel pity for those who hate or afraid of something a little bit too much. Where's your faith? Where's the love? You may not go through it cause of the pain or fear is just too much to bear, but I know that you know you'll LIVE through it. So, stop WHINING. Stop hating to the point where you can't do anything cause you're always thinking of it. Just STOP everything and live your life like you're supposed to be, IN LOVE. Yeaaah.

People keep saying, "Ayolah, kamu harus diet" and blahblahblahs. Back to the previous point. I am living my life like it supposed to be. I love myself the way I am. If someday I decide to go on a diet, let it be cause I want it, for me, and because of that only. Not because I want some random guy on the street take a second look at me and say "Dang, that girl's hot!". I'm not gonna be a hypocrite and say 'Iyuh, those guys are pathetic!'. Every girl wants to be appreciated sometime. But I just haven't arrived (and I hope, will NEVER arrive) to the point where I won't eat carbs for it, or keeping myself from having the things I love. I have much more important things to be focused on, and I need CALORIES to do it. Period.

I love my friends like I love myself: I always come second, everybody else's first. Hahaha this is sooooo backdoor bragging (don't get it? watch 30 rock!), yet saying 'yes I don't love you that much friends!"

I'm reading Empress Orchid by Anchee Min for my final literature class assignment. Wish me luck. So far chapter one is interesting. Witty.

So long, adios. Godspeed.

Just for the sake of 'update'

Hello! Udah lama gak ngepost...kalian pasti bertanya-tanya; ada apa gerangan? Ya..gue sendiri mulai bertanya-tanya, apa sih makna blog ini. Diisi juga jarang...dibuka doang yang sering cuma buat dipandang-pandang sambil ngupil.

So, a lot has happened. My oldest (literally, she's old. Hahaha. God she'll kill me if she sees this) sister has moved to Qatar. Tepatnya di Ad Doha. Hell if I know where the hell in the map it was. Hope she'd allowed us (me and my mom, not me and you huh) to visit her next year. Can't wait to see Egypt!

I was chosen as a PO for my college's Catholic youth' Advent on The Road. Well actually it was my friend Sandra who was chosen in the first place but later she gave the position to me. Katanya dia mau memfokuskan diri ke kelas bahasa Cinanya yang nilainya menurun, sementara gue kan nilainya uda bagus jadi bisa lah kalo jadi PO. Wets itu kata Sandra lho, bukan geer-nya gue. Nyahaha.

Semester 3 ini sepertinya semakin sulit dengan tugas-tugas kesusastraan, sejarah Cina, dan kebudayaan Indonesia yang ga penting. Kebudayaannya penting, kelasnya maksudnya yang ga penting. Kalau begini, rasanya menyesal dulu tidak memilih Sastra Inggris. *sob*

Baru mulai menyadari ternyata: COWOK FIB LUCU-LUCU. Gosh. They always have a way of taking my breath away. Hahaha. Really one of a kind. You won't find ones like them in any other faculty. Or university. Come, come to FIB UI! Yeah!

Anyways, I really don't have any idea why I'm writing this post. This post is literally shit. Just for the sake of 'update'. Gosh. Kthxbye. Godspeed.

WWHF

When words have failed
Silence is all we need
Just take a deep breath in the moment
You'll feel the euphoria
Of the air dancing in nothingness

The grass, knowing no one recognizes 'em
But they're keep attached to each other
Knowing nothing could ever kill 'em
As long as their roots keep binding to each other
Oh the euphoria

As long as the sun's keep rising
Just us; you, me, and them
Knowing we're undone
When words have failed
Silence will break the ice

The Lost Souls

Amazing how a love story could have a wonderful effect and the most long lasting perhaps to me, than any sermons or proverbs would have. Just thought I'd share the link with you here. Geez, I cried the whole way.

The man is just someone who is too good to be true. You will all wonder why a guy so good gotta leave so soon? Imma take a raincheck on answering that one. It's been a mystery to me since 2004, since I watched right in front of my own face a good guy passed away so quickly and peacefully.

It all came clear. The ticket to heaven can't be bought, it is GIVEN. All the lost souls, all the souls we've mourned, He summoned them for a reason: He just gave them the ticket. They have deserved it.

We all have purposes. Some have figured it all out, some haven't. But He has hinted the way for us to live, LOVE. Hate belongs to demons only. I know it's hard not to hate, I hate, often times. But isn't the way to something good is always the hardest? Live your best. Never think about tomorrow, cause everything will fall into place, one thing after another. Everything will be beautiful at His time, not yours. Don't force it. Godspeed.

But Really

They'd say I'm a dreamer
but really, I just like to dream

They'd say I'm a thinker
but really, thinkin is all I do

They'd say I'm moody
but really, moods are what animate me

They'd say I'm old-man wise
but really, that's cause I think too much

They'd say I'm a singer
but really, they haven't heard my real voice

They'd say I'm an actor
but really, that's the wall I've built for all past years

They'd say I'm a poet
but really, I'm a woman of too much words

They'd say I'm the life of the parties
but really, I feel dead in them

They'd say I'm a lover
but really, love is all I have to offer

Is there any such thing?

Soo...I've been thinking about this. By this, I mean this blog. This another junk on this empty space called internet. It's title. Hanny in real life. Me. In. Real. Life.

Gosh, what was I thinking when I chose that url. Suddenly it sounds so corny and cheap. Oops no offense Dan in Real Life, I love the movie, but who would want to read bunch of craps of pages about ME in REAL LIFE, huh? Even I don't.

I'm thinking of changing this blog's url into something a little simpler, and really defines me, and no, it's not banci gembrot. I don't know, maybe you can help me think of something cool nyahahaha.

As a last goodbye to the name "Hanny in Real Life", Imma describe me in real life. Okay the real me in real life is nothing sweet. I'm an angry bitter little girl. Lately I feel like I'm losing my 'emotions bud' (if there's any such term). I don't feel sad, happy, worried, nor anything. Nothing. I've been faking emotions the whole time. It's not that I don't have any emotions at all... I mean I do feel things, but lately I've always faked 'em in front of people. All I am lately is bitter.

I feel like I've been pretending to befriends, to act all nice, to the people I don't really want to befriends with or act nice to. And some of those people doesn't even deserve it. They're good people. So the question is maybe, 'what the heck is up with me?'. Was it cause of I lost my dog a couple weeks ago? But I didn't feel anything about it either. I mean I was sad, and I miss Shiro sooo badly. But the sadness didn't dominate me. I am at a point where I don't really care if anybody gets hurt as long as it's not me who gets hurt. I'm like the old space theory by Copernicus, the center of the universe is earth and every other things just rotate around it. Wrong on so many levels.

I started to feel like a superhuman, like nothing could get through me. Was it cause I've gone past my labil times a looong looong time ago? I know I have, but where the hell did all my emotions have gone?? And aside from the fact that I'm typing it, I don't even care for the fact that I'm emotionless.

Geez I really should start get away from these people. I can't stand be around them. They're just straight ass annoying and one of them doesn't even realize it and always think my cranky face whenever she's around was not caused by her. Dude, it's you dude. Nothing else. Nobody else. You. Annoy. Me.

I used to worshipped realness. I loath fakeness. But now I'm becoming what I loath. And it's making me angry. There is nothing worse than being angry at yourself. Okaaaaay enough rantiiinnng. This has been too emo, too much emo is never good for anyone.

So the change is going to happen effective immediatly. Hahha, I haven't even decided what the new url yet. So, until then, Godspeed.

In the end of a cranky week like this

Call me a bitch. Yes indeed, I am. I talk about people, whether it's a compliment or an insult, directly or indirectly, I say what I think is right.
Rule one, if in the end it turns out I was wrong, I'd apologize and go in peace. But if I'm right....there ain't no way I'm giving up on it.
Rule two, I don't care if the person I talk about is somehow in others' opinion, whether slightly or much more, better than me, I'd still talk about her/him. And you could only get that DILLIGAF look from me. You're entitled to your opinion and so am I. And if you try to infiltrate me with your stupid rasionalisation on what you believe is right, while I know it's wrong, Imma ignore you cause arguing with a fool makes it two.
Now you get what I mean when I said "call me a bitch" right? Yea. Godspeed.

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