jagain tanki air ..huuuuu

rabu 30 june  2010

 Harus jaga stamina buat lembur standby water filling tanki 1000000 m3.. kurang kerjaan ajam airlah dijagain. mending jaga istri tersayang deh he hehe he.. 1 mobil tank bisa bawa 5000 litre, jadi bakal ada 200  mobil tank.. ngantuk 2x deh

...one day

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Jumat, June 25
Kayaknya masih males bangun. Masih jam 4.30.. masih capek gue semalem lembur bkin tagihan ( nagih melulu, kecipratan g pernah  ). Oke aku bangun!!!wudhu, trus subuhan, menghadap Sang Khalik ( Trimakasih utk semua nikmat yang Kau berikan) .. Jam 5 gue ambil spokat kesayangan gue, my blue new balance .. langsung ..hap..hup ..hip…I warm my body.. jogging .. terakhir dua bulan lalu gue jogging. Gue merasa badan gue g fit, asal pulang dri site, lsg cium bantal ( maunya cium istri, tpi she is not here  ) tidur. Dari mess ( jl jambu, mlonggo ) w gue coba ke rah pasar mlonggo, lumayan 3km manasin badan, balik lagi ke mess. Sampai mess jam 6…liat meja makan , bu mess udah bikin ayam goreng plus sop.. makan dulu ahhhhh, smbil tunggu antrian mandi & nugguin . Heran orang2x klo mandi lama amat ( di dalam pd ngapain sih, bis g ada suara guyuran airnya)
6.15. giliran w mandi, cibak cibuk, 10 menit lsg keluar , balurin roll on + wangian biar wangi, cz istriw suka complain klo w bau .Jaguar perfume w abis, that’s my fave perfume…ya pake yang ada aja dulu, asal jgn minyak jelantah aja he hhe he
6.45.Klakson kijang mz didik udah koar koar, yah it’s time to go to work…dari mess ke site 13km, jalannya lika liku, lewat desa desa, kiri kanan sawah sawah, hutan, naik turun, klo pulang malem, benar2x melelahkan, it’s so long jorney…
Bro, cukup ini dulu soal harian w, ntar w terusin lagi…

Beuuuuuuuuhhhh

Tatkala sang surya tenggelam

kesunyi an kan mencekam

hidup yang seolah di bawah sekam

tambahkan malam kian kelam

Binatang-binatang bersahut sungguh seram

Vampir- vampir lapar menggelepar

hati tergetar

terbukalah kamar

serap darah-darah segar

tak pandang bertampang gahar

atau bermuka sangar

mungkin ala kadar

Rembang , PLTU, Dec07

I Love You More Than Words, Dad! ^_^ [Part 2]

The bird then asked Azalea to stop by at a couple’s house. A cozy one!! Yes! They were very rich. The couple also has a beautiful and kind-hearted daughter.  Afterward, they got to know each other. The family offered Azalea a job. After reaching his success, Azalea asked their daughter in marriage. A wonderful wedding party was held and they both [Azalea and his wife] lived happily. They really loved each other. However, Azalea never forgot what the bird did to him. He bestowed many thanks to his adored bird.

One day, this rich family invited others on one occasion, dinner party. This party was held in order to celebrate the success achieved by their own company. And you know what! The vice president was Azalea! All attendants were in list.

In the middle of the party, Azalea and his wife came across an old man. He wore a tuxedo coat. Azalea tried to figure out. It seemed that Azalea knew the man. Yes! Absolutely! He would not hesitate to address the guest. But, suddenly his heart stopped his tongue.  “I better ask him to taste a cuisine I just made.”

“Good evening, Sir! Is there anything I can do for you? Hmmm…Would you please taste a special cuisine that I just made for you only?” asked Azalea. Before the old man said anything, Azalea grabbed the old man’s hand. “Ok, let me show you!”

“This food is named Delicious Waltz,” Azalea introduced it to the man. The man was very surprised! He said, “How can you know my family name? I am a member of Waltz Family. Wow! You are a very smart guy, I guess! Do you have sixth sense? Will you teach me how to read someone’s mind?”

Azalea smiled. “Could you please taste some, Sir?”

“Ok. With pleasure!” the old man responsed. He tasted the food then. Not long afterward, he spilled out what he just tasted. “What the hell is it? Didn’t you add salt into this cuisine?” The old man spoke loudly.

“I am sorry, Sir! I didn’t put some salt in it because I heard you do not like salt”, answered Azalea. Then he continued. “I still remember when you drove your son away … just because your son depicted that his love to you is like salt.“

The old man was feeling so confused. “Yeah, I did. I regreted on what I’ve done. But, how can you know that I drove my son away?” asked the old man.

“Let me show you one thing,” said Azalea. He opened the zipper on his collar. A dark “W” spot symbolizing his “original” family appeared. Again, the old man was surprised. “You…? You are my son!” The tears came into drop. The old man then hugged Azalea.

Azalea smiled. His face turned to be red and his eyes were full of tears. “I am sorry, Dad, for not being such a good boy. But my love for you is higher than mountains, wider than oceans in the world, bigger than the sun and more beautiful than the amazing Niagara Falls. I just can describe it into one word, one thing that will unite all differences. It is SALT. Salt will unite all ingredients, make your cuisine delicious. Any cuisines! I love you more than I can say, Dad!”

“Thank you, Azalea! You are the smartest!”

Dedicated to my Dad [My Mom, I’m sorry, I do not mean to “undersize” your role in our family. I greatly appreciate what you have done to me. I’m sorry for not taking care of you well in the rest of your life. I love you more than words], my Husband [you will be a great father for our kids then ^_^], my Brother, my Future Son [Amen ^_^], my nephews, and all members of my great family.

I Love You More Than Words, Dad! ^_^ [Part 1]

There was a family living in a big glamorous town. Dad, mom, and their three sons. The first son, Zea, was very handsome. He had several girlfriends. The second one, Oryza, was a very smart boy. He also knew how to attract some girls with his appeals. The third one, Azalea, was handsome but quite, little bit shy. However, he was very generous.

They all lived under love of their parents. One day, they were sitting in the living room altogether. Their dad asked them a simple question. He asked Zea first.
"Zea, How much is your love to me?"
"It's a nice question, Dad! My love for you is as high as mountains. It's as wide as oceans in this world", answered Zea with smile painting his face.
"Thank you, Zea! You are my great boy!" said his dad.

Then dad's face turned to look at the second son, Oryza. He asked him the same question.
Oryza answered, "I love you so much, Dad! Do you know the awe-inspiring views around Niagara falls? And the sun that shines through the pines everyday? The two things I mentioned depict my love for you. It's as beautiful as the amazing falls and as big as the sun".
"Thank you, Oryza! Great son!!"

Now, it's the third son's turn, Azalea. Still the same question.
"What is a fabulous thing that can describe your love to me?" asked his dad.
Azalea headed down. He was feeling embarrassed, but the bottom of his heart pushed him to speak his mind.
"I am sorry, Dad. I do not have a fabulous thing that can describe my love to you. I only have a white one. It looks like sand, white sand. It's salt. Yeah, my love for you is like salt .... ".
Before Azalea finished his words, his dad's face turned to be red. Hmmm...He was in fury .
He shouted at his third son and kicked him out of the room. All of the people inside were in silence, did not know what to say. Oh, poor Azalea! Dad had chased him away .

Azalea walked through the door. He brought nothing but T-shirt and jeans he wore. He was very sad. He did not mean to hurt his dad with his own words. On the way to "nothing", he met a bird with injured wings. He picked up the bird and put it on his arm. He caressed its furs and tried to heal the injured body. He found some medicine from the people living along the street he passed by. After three days, the bird found itself in fresh air and healthy world [lebayyyyy hehe]. The bird opened its eyes and started to chirp. Azalea saw a big smile in the bird's face and kissed it gently. The bird scratched on the ground, wrote a sentence. Wow!!! The bird asked Azalea to follow its way. He nodded.

Persembahan untuk Anak-Anak Palestina dan Negara-Negara Perang

Under The Sound Of A Gun

Sendiri di antara puing-puing reruntuhan kota

Di tengah bisingnya granat dan deru mesiu

Sesaat ia pejamkan mata

Merunduk

Tutup telinga

Takut gendang telinga pecah

Atau kepala yang cuma satu hancur terhantam lemparan bom

Atau kaki yang hanya dua berantakan karena ranjau darat

Ia sendiri

Ayah ibunya telah tiada

Dalam kepungan para penjajah bersenjata

Hanya...

Dia tak ingin terpuruk

Perjuangkan haknya yang terampas oleh tangan-tangan kekar angkara murka

Mother...

This world is so wicked

So unfair

So full of hypocrisy

I am sweaty of sadness

Between pieces of wounded skin

I am staring so sharply

Weeping

Really torn apart

Rembang – Jepara – Semarang – Solo – Semarang – Rembang [Part 2]

Dia bangun lebih awal. Mungkin sekitar jam empat pagi. Setelah mandi dan solat Subuh, dia membangunkan aku dari tidur. Jam setengah lima lebih. Aku menguap dan masih nemplok di bantal, nggelesot di kasur. “Mas, kenapa pagi sekali, sih? Masih ngantuk “. Namun, akhirnya aku memaksa juga untuk beringsut dari pembaringan setelah berjuang keras melawan rasa kantuk yang begitu hebat.

Setelah mempersiapkan beberapa baju dan perangkatnya serta make up ala kadarnya, aku segera menyambar handuk dan menuju ke kamar mandi. Lumayan buru-buru. Setelah solat Subuh, aku merapikan diri,pake T-shirt plus cardigan hitam dan jeans. Tak lupa pula aku persiapkan MP5 dan kamera bila mungkin di tengah-tengah travelling, kami bisa menemukan moment-moment bagus untuk diabadikan.

Tepat pukul enam pagi kami berangkat dengan ransel hitam Export di punggung. Kami naik angkot yang kebetulan lewat, turun pasar Rembang. Kami masih berjalan lagi sekitar seperempat jam atau lebih untuk mencapai Taman Kartini [tentu dengan gerak yang lumayan cepat karena harus mengejar waktu - suamiku masuk kerja di saat para pegawai negeri libur]. Kurang lebih setengah tujuh, bus Sarang-Tayu berhenti di depan muka kami berdua. Kami sepakat naik bus tersebut [walau sebenarnya aku ingin menolak karena bus tersebut terkenal lemottttt - tapi mo gimana lagi, adanya bus yang langsung ke Tayu cuma itu :-(].

Perjalanan dimulai. Lamaaaaaaaa bangeeeeet...Di tengah-tengah pas sampai Kaliori, sopirnya kencing dulu lagi. GubraG!!! Sepanjang jalan menuju Juwana aku terpekur membisu [bukannya tidur, Nok? ]. Sekarang menuju Tayu. Tak banyak yang aku lihat di sana. Hanya sawah, ladang, dan beberapa rumah. Benar-benar suasana desa. Gak bisa bayangin, deh, gimana klo' malam...Jalannya sempit, nggak semulus jalan yang biasa aku lewati sehari-hari. Banyak lubang di kanan kiri. Tak banyak pula alat transportasi yang kutemui. Setelah hampir dua jam, sampai pula kami di penghujung Kota Tayu. Habis. Kami makan sebentar karena perut belum terisi sedari tadi pagi.

Trus lanjut lagi perjalanannya ke Jepara [gak bisa mengingat dengan jelas - Bangsri, mungkin]. Naik bus tiga perempat lagi. Di sepanjang jalan yang berkelok-kelok, sawah, ladang, dan hutan yang menghijau ranau membentang. Pohon karet, jati, padi...Semua terbingkai indah dalam sebuah kekuatan harmoni yang begitu luar biasa. Desiran sang bayu mengepakkan ekor rambutku. Jadi ingat waktu ikut Java News, sebuah tabloid pendidikan yang berbasis di Solo. Ingat waktu jalan-jalan cari berita ke Temanggung, Wonosobo, Banjarnegara, Banyumas, Purwokerto, dan Cilacap. Semua hijau. I do luv green .

Hmmm...lumayan jauh juga untuk mencapai kotanya. "Tenang, sebentar lagi sampai. Setengah jam ke depan". Busyet, lama juga...

Setelah menanti selama setengah jam dalam bus yang membawa kami berdua, kami belum sampai juga di tempat tujuan. Wedewwwww... "Masih berapa jam lagi, Mas?", tanyaku dengan intonasi sedikit tak sabar. Dia tertawa kecil. Akhirnya setelah dua jam perjalanan dengan bus yang super lemot, kami sampai juga di dekat Polres [lha emang mo lapor kehilangan barang? Hape lagi, tah??? ]. Cari penginapan di dekat situ, kami harus meminta tukang becak lagi untuk mengantar kami. Hfffff...Udah jam sebelas [pagi ato siang??]. Menjelang Solat Jumat. Aku nggak tau pasti, berapa ongkos yang dikeluarkan untuk perjalanan yang cukup melelahkan ini.

Setelah mengantarkan aku ke penginapan, bayar, dan meletakkan ransel di kamar, suamiku balik lagi ke arah PLTU Tanjung Jati, Jepara. Jauuuuuuuuuhhh. Kami sudah melewati jalur ke arah proyek tersebut tadi. Mpe sana jam berapa, ya?

Dia bilang mau balik dari proyek jam lima sore. Huh...di kamar aku termangu dalam sepi. Mendengarkan musik via MP5 [lagu-lagunya Jordin Sparks - I got two favorite songs, i.e. No Air and No Parade] sambil tiduran, akhirnya ketiduran juga [baca: tidur dengan tidak sengaja-Red]. Sebelumnya aku sempat jeprat-jepret "hal-hal" di sekitar sana.

Pukul setengah dua siang bangun. Lapar menyerang. Aku masih diam. Cuma makan wafer satu. Selesai solat Zuhur, aku masih bermalas-malasan di bed [sambil nyusun strategi kemana sebaiknya aku cari makan]. Kebetulan kamarku di atas. Aku melongok-longok sebentar ke bawah. Aha!!! Great!!! Di depan ada Indomaret plus warung jus. Aku turun. Setelah nitip kunci ke resepsionis, aku beringsut keluar, beli sabun, pasta gigi, air mineral 1500 ml, majalah ... Bayar ke kasir, aku tanya tempat makan yang paling dekat. Dapat juga nih! Sayur asem is still my fave cuisine hehe... Jalan lagi balik ke penginapan.

Pukul lima sore lebih dikit lah, suami datang. Mandi, magriban, keluar cari makan. Tarraaaa..We found a stall with several kinds of chinese food!! But we decided to order nasi goreng. Guess what!! It's soooo delicious! Sayang, kurang pedas dikit.

Setelah makan malam, kami jalan kaki lagi ke arah alun-alun Kota Jepara. Nongkrng-nongkrong bentar. Pukul sepuluh malam, kami balik ke penginapan. Isya sudah, kami beres-beres buat esok harinya.

Pukul lima pagi kami bangun. Mandi, subuhan, trus check out. Naik becak ke terminal [padahal deket, dientol ongkosnya!], cari bus ke arah mess suami [proyek masih 10 km lagi dari mes]. Yah...ternyata bus tersebut lewat alun-alun. Sial! Kena deh dikerjain ma tukang becak & petugas penginapan. Masuk ke arah mess, kami masih harus pake angkot lagi, kemudian jalan kaki. Lumayaaaaaaaan...olahraga! Akhirnya sampai juga.

Kenalan dengan bapak mess, mbak yang jaga mes, dan teman-teman suami, trus sarapan. Ditinggal kerja lagi duehhhh...Di mes aku cuma nonton tivi plus tiduran [eh, tidur beneran]. Tengah hari makan siang di mes pake ayam goreng plus tumis kacang. Solat Zuhur, tidur lagi...Bosen!!!

Pukul tiga sore suamiku kembali dari kerja. Tunggu Asar hingga setengah empat, trus kami siap-siap berangkat ke Semarang. Jalan kaki sampai ke gang depan, lurus lagi hingga di halte bus. Naik bus kecil [sampai mana...lupa nama tempatnya], dilanjut naik bus tiga perempat headed towards Semarang. Bener-bener. Bus full, bau keringat di sana-sini. Laju biasa [mendekati lemot]. Di tengah perjalanan, kalau gak salah di Demak, kami dioper ke bus besar [Lasem - Semarang]. Full juga! Alhamdulillah, akhirnya kami dapat tempat duduk. Thanks, God!

Kami mencapai Terminal Terboyo pukul setengah tujuh malam. Kami berdua menunggu bus jurusan Solo sambil ngobrol sana-sini tak karuan. Dapat juga, deh! Bandung-Solo. Ini sama juga dengan bus-bus sebelumnya. Sama lemotnya. Masuk tol, baru bus melaju cukup kencang. Enak-enak menikmati udara dan pemandangan Semarang yang hilly di malam hari, tiba-tiba bus berhenti. Ternyata dia mau nampung manusia-manusia operan dari bus sebelumnya yang akan kutumpangi, tapi gak jadi. Untung saja. Bus di depan busku mogok. Yah...full lagi, deh! Dan pukul sepuluh malam lebih, kami sampai di Kota Solo tercinta. 

Aku dan suami naik ojek menuju ke rumah om suamiku yang berprofesi sebagai dokter [kaya'nya juga dosen di UNS]. Kami bermalam di sana. Bangun di pagi hari, bercengkerama sebentar, jeprat-jepret, trus ke Pasar Nonongan, PGS, dan Keraton Solo diantar sepupu suamiku dan pacarnya. What a gr8 day!!!!

Pukul setengah tiga sore. Kami mengakhiri perburuan di Solo. Jam tiga naik bus patas Solo-Semarang. Hujan. Makin sejuk. Setengah tujuh kami sampai di Terboyo. Langsung kami berdua berburu Sinar Mandiri. Dan tiga setengah jam berikutnya kami menginjakkan kaki di rumah tercinta [rumah ortu hehe].

From Rembang with Love, June 3, 2010