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Confession no. 1
*alias pengalaman pertama nembak cewek..
Ihir..
this is unlikely me to share some personal yet memalukan memories, but just be it!
this is about my seventeen years old (or so) love story. cinta monyet, eh kingkong kali ya, cinta monyet kan smp.. 
before we go on, i would like to appologize to you for have to read such inconvenient post. fyi it is soo hard to keep words in FULL english as some feelings, moments and expressions are best describe in Indonesia! even boso jowo!! i am sori yes..
so why first confession? why not first love?
one is because i’m not even sure what love is. till this very moment on my twenty two years and seven months old i’ve NEVER go on a date! pathetic, lame, mengenaskan… T_T
but i never feel sorry about that. knowing that i still be loved by my family and friends is WAY than enough. 
two is because the girl in this story is not the first girl i like, not the first i naksir with.
gw pernah naksir temen SD gw namanya eni, rosa juga gw pernah suka walopun dulu pas kelas tiga kita pernah berantem perkara pensil (doank!). trus ada juga murid pindahan dari jakarta, linda namanya seingatku sih dia manis juga, jd sempet naksir juga.
teruus.. kelas satu smp ngga ada sih, sibuk belajar soalnya. xixi..
tp kelas duwa dan kelas tiga woo jangan ditanya, tons of girls i would consider as macan whom they are pernah gw jadiin bahan cuci mata dan tokoh imajinatif dalam otak gw yg kelewat ngeres ini. ada ratna, astrid, cita, eva, nargis (ihihihi), naning, rosa (again but more grown up), lovi, si a, si b, si c, ah banyak lah pokoknya.
Playboy? Obviously NOT! naksir doank koq.. heheheh.. suka aja ngeliat mahluk2 itu, beautiful as scenery.
three is because not all the girl i like i confess to her. She is my first time.
Ehem, haus minum dulu yak.
so for the sake of time and page efficiency lets go to the point.
after going thorough (siyah) and lame pedekate gw putusin untuk nembak diya di depan kelas tiga dhe.
waktu itu both of us lagi pelajaran di lab, jadi gampang curi2 momentnya.
bla bla bla. Aku Suka Sama Kamu. bla bla bla
done, uwes, gitu. Hahahaha…
what about details? Haaah, i hate details. as far as you know the maksud its enough lah… tehehehe..
honestly i never really know about her. and why i like her. i just know that she’s pretty and she’s sooo my type.
sampe sekarang (kadang) masih suka kebayang sama diya. apalagi sekarang semakin dekat, kita sekota lagi! (never again meet in person though)
nevertheless i dont want to take serious on that. i believe She’s happy with someone else, and i believe cinta ngga akan kamana.
so i decided to keep on looking, keep on watching, keep on searching bibit-bibit cinta disekitar gw. hohoho..
btw anyway busway, buwat orang yg gw gosipin diatas;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ya..
Wish you all the very best
My Alexa
dibandingkan stessku pada waktu cari kerja dulu. pemecatan yg kualami pas di adelphia tentu jauh lebih berat. mentalku bener-bener jatuh pas itu. gimana nggak? anak ingusan, yg sok-sok an mencoba mandiri, nungguin dapet kerja dua bulan, baru kerja empat bulan udah dipecat! mungkin itu adalah mental state terburuk (sigh) yg pernah kualami sampe saat ini.
tp ada hikmahnya juga koq, somehow somewhat someone something somse. halah..
Dewi Penyelamat.
aku sekolah di SMK Telkom Malang, sekolah yg sangat aku cintai dan banggakan.
muridnya cuman sedikit, katanya sih anak-anak unggulan.. heheheh. Yang jelas disekolah kami yg paling terkenal adalah faktor kekeluargaannya. Antar temen, dengan guru, dengan senior, dengan junior, pokoknya semua hubungan harmonis lah.
Kecuali hubunganku dengan cewek yang aku taksir tentunya.. Hahahah.. HUsh!
dan dimasa nganggur v.2.0 ku inilah aku baru merasakan bener-bener manfaatnya azas kekeluargaan dimoklet.
Jadi ceritanya waktu itu kebetulan aku lagi ada dirumah Tulungagung, setelah sebelumnya aku di jakarta dan dapet panggilan test di surabaya.
nah pas dirumah itu ndak ada hujan ndak ada angin tiba-tiba aku dapat telepon dari +6221xxxx nomer yang sangat sakral pas jaman perjuangan dulu . Deg-degan pastinya, mungkin ini panggilan test? panggilan kerja??
ndilalah koq ternyata telp dari seseorang yg memperkenalkan diri sebagai (mbak) Yeni. Angkatan 8, dua tahun diatasku. siapa? ndak kenal aku.. dan dia juga ndak kenal sama aimtb yg baik hati najis ini. Lho koq?
mbak Yeni menginformasikan bahwa ditempat kerja dia yaitu Telkom Divisi Multimedia sedang membutuhkan tenaga programmer PHP. dia lalu tanya apa aku lagi nganggur? trus suruh aku kirim ke seseorang yg kemudian aku kenal sebagai pak/mas Fajar. orang yg istilahnya nge-hire aku, yang jadi userku.
setelah aku ketrima (Alhamdulillah) aku tanya-tanya ke mbak yeni, flashback nih critanya. Aku tanya mbak koq dulu bisa telpon aku gimana critanya? kan kita sama-sama ngga kenal?
ternyata eh ternyata. mbak Yeni dimintai tolong oleh mas Fajar untuk nyari orang, trus mbak Yeni yg kebetulan sekosan sama Anung (temen seangkatanku) tanya: ada temen yang lagi nganggur ngga? karena (somehow) Anung tahu klo aku lagi nganggur dia trus ngasi no hp aku. trus dikontak itu tadi deh..
Subhanallah, bener-bener krasa manfaatnya sekolah dimoklet waktu itu 
sampe sekarang aku bener-bener terbengong-bengong klo inget mekanisme aku ketrima di situ. Ngga nyangka abis men! mangkanya sampe sekarang aku ngga bisa lupa jasanya mbak Yeni (dan Anung tentunya). Buatku mbak Yeni adalah Dewi Penyelamat. Sudahpun baik, cantik pula!
ciee ciee.. swiit swiit..
HUSH!! wes nduwe bojo, wes duwe anak. hahahaha.. *ampun mas Tri….
*my another post in mostly indonesian. lego lan puass banget rasane. gyaaah….
*Alexa is a feminine name meaning defender of man (pembela,pelindung gitu kali ya?) , with its origins in the Greek language.
katanya sih programmer… :P
it took sometimes for me to start this “sequel”.
honestly speaking i got tons of stories back at my days in jakarta.
i’m really gratefull, i dunno how i’m gonna get going if i were never stood my foot on this big J.
the last time i told a story about adelphia right?
hehehe.. i guess i’ll have to continue.
FYI, i’m working with for a chinese man. i dont mean to be rachist but seriously i need to state that my boss is chinese so that you wont be to much suprised on things happened latter on.
officially i’m a programmer but my boss said that i’m not yet qualified to be one, so i was assigned to be a technical support instead. i’m cool as long as the payment goes on. khehehehe..
sending invoices, computer and network troubleshootings, attend accompanying my boss on his “negotiations” are my jobs desc, or so i called.
um.. lets skip the details shall we? i barely able to told stories and speaks english yet again. :-b
so.. the story goes.. adelphia dont last long. the boss himself seems to not taking serious on bussiness. one by one people got fired and i’m the last person remains. if i think about it i’m a little proud of myself, isn’t that mean i’m kinda “special” that my boss fired me at the very last moment? hehehe.. whatever. sure thing is adelphia shutted down along with my discharge.
btw, adelphia’s wage is the least of my any others. but i got my most remarkable records that is the smallest amount of money i needed to survive at big J for a month! i can make 200rb for room’s rent and 300rb for eat. that makes 500rb for living! Hahaha.. SUBHANALLAH… 
early bonsir & bcamp era
after graduate from school i’m fully determined to continue on worlds of works instead of continue my study.
its the hardest time, the most frustating, desperating moments.
me and my couple of fellas bondo nekad to jakarta, my beloved city. hahaha. off the records, I DO love this city. tell me why wouldnt i? He..
Early Bonsir Era.
we was just a refugee. try to get some place to be stayed. we cant afford a room to rent, so we “join” our friends room. in order not to get caught we sneaks, hides from bu gendut and of cource bu haji, the owner of Bonsir Kosan Empire. yup, shes a rich tuan tanah with couples of kosan. kinda bussiness i called heavyclass money maker.
we spread our CVs and Application letters by post, email, and some by ourselves door to door. you’re not mistaken, its DOOR TO DOOR. just like iwan fals song: sarjana muda.
tense life pressure made my biggest sin. on my way deliver an Application to some office at Jendral Sudirman Area i kicked an anak ayam outta nowhere. he sunk onto the got bonsir. and…
aw maan.. trust me this is nothing funny. anak ayam-kun.. gomen ne..? T_T
btw, its not long before we get what we’re supposely get. kami diusir. we gotta get lost from kosan, unless we pay for the rent.
then come pt. wikusama. its a breed of our alumnus’s business core. we’re offered to stayed to pt. wikusama’s office wannabe.
Alhamdulillah its a pouring rain at the dessert.
Basecamp Pioneer
yany, ayik, oblonk, bebek, kosidi and me.
we live in a simple house, we ate mostly by our own cooking due to cost efficiency. instant noodles, telor dadar + tepung (to make the portion bigger) are the best meals we can afford Alhamdulillah…
togetherness makes the memories ethernal.
hiks, sumpah trenyuh aq nek kelingan jaman-jaman iki.
honestly i feel a little releaved while we’re at bcamp. we’re told that our seniors will definitely help us out, by any means. there are lots of supports from cak Usma, gus Jon, mas Malit and others.
we would NEVER thank you guys enough.
And…
i’d call myself lucky. despite the so-so ability and knowledge, i “graduate” earlier from bcamp along with kosidi. we’re accepted to work at software house called Adelphia Solusi Informatika.
THANK GOD.
