Showing posts from 2006

Brigade Salju

Here, I declare that I am the type of beach girl. Beach with capital B. You can call me bitch either, I don’t care. I am all that sunshine, sea breezes, white sand, coral reef, crushing waves, coconut trees, lemon squash, colorful beach ball, bikinis, you named it. Summer will be my middle name, and bright color flips flops will be the best suitable footwear for the season. I get all high and selling cheap smiles on the sea side. Woulbn't mind, if my ultra short pants get wet because of all the splashing salt water.

Instead of playing Welcome to My Paradise by that Coconut reggae band, I’m in love with Snow Brigade. I’m getting high with all the sound of distortion guitar and the lightweight vocalist voice. In the cold cold air of my office room, I can paint a picture in my brain projector. It will be all white. Almost all white. Well, maybe a little brown spot here and there and grayish blue dust for the color of the sky. Instead of tanning skin, which I believe will make me sexie…

The dream of Dokodemo Door

Have you ever wished for something unimagined, unreal and impossible to reach? So unreachable until you wake up in the middle of the night and look up. So impossible until you often laugh at your self and turn your back again. So unreal until you doubt yourself if there were such things existed.
Have you ever questioned yourself about the way your brain imagined things? About how wild it can be and how crazy it may seems to have a kind of wishful thinking. About yourself, your desire and how ridiculous it will turn out.
Have you ever wanted anything so bad, ‘till you cried in your daytime for having them to let go? You have been waiting impatiently and you’ve been helplessly trying to get rid of them.

They say everything will be beautiful in the right time. Hell, yeah. What will be the right time except now and then? Ah, you might want to save a little prayer for it. Save everything you own for a chance of make it realizes. Save it for your next year resolution, or a curse in a Hallowee…

Blue sky, eyes and jacket back in then 1995

Today I’ll be off to Lam No again. They say it’s the place where you can find Aceh people with blue eyes. Apparently, I didn’t met one at the last visit. Did tsunami sweep them away? Hopefully, no.Visiting Lam No is like traveling with a time machine. Aha, Doraemon can use the drawer, and I can go with L-300 vehicle with all that ‘jedang-jdung-jedang-jedung’ dischotique music all the way there. Grutee is the main entrance. Check your weapon here, ok? Next, you will be flying to another level of time.The moment you check your calendar, it is 2006. Still, it is in Lam No. Wake up just after the dawn, then you can still have a warm water shower and use your hair dryer. After that, you can wander around the city and have fun.You walk around the market, which is the center of city. Have a breakfast with a plate of super tasty noodle (pssst, it is really different from the one you usually have in Banda Aceh) and sit in an old wooden chair. You drive along the Banda Aceh – Meulaboh road. Thi…

Better Make It Last

Better Make It Better - Swing Out Sister

Take it fast, take is slow,But it won't soften the blowWhen it's time to go
May be old, may be scaredBut you'll never be preparedFor that final blow
Better use your wits or you'll lose your mind...
There's a world to discover and you're runningOut of timeLife's a roller coaster ride
That took you by surpriseNow you're burnin' up inside
Better make it better,Better make it better,Better make it better,
Cause time is running out fast.You can scream you can shout,But when your time runs outDeep inside you'll know
May be rich, may be poor,But when you knock at Heaven's door,Well you have to go
Make the most of what you've got
For it's better than to not have anything at all.
Take each day as it's your last
Or you'll find the future's passed and you're leftwith nothing at all

Better make it better,Make it last

I love Swing Out Sisters so much. I can listen to their hits, in a row, all day, over …

Before Dawn

In the middle of fasting month, you begin to doubt yourself. Your question of life, faith, love and everything evolves around them, rise again. You begin to wonder, whether God listen to your prayers, or he’s away somewhere. And if he listens, will he ever bother to make it realize? He just needs one snap of fingers, while you need to work your ass off to reach your dreams. But then again you wake up in the middle of the night. It’s been days and you keep humming the same sentences. You know, this month only comes once in a year, so you’d better make the best of it. You hear a lot of sound from mosque nearby. In a place between asleep and awake you get down on your knees and look up. As if God is floating in your attic. In a time just before dawn, I always feel like he comes from the attic, and sit still in front of me. He smiles. I offer him a cup of coffee. And as usual, cups of coffee and thousand stories always come in a package. He drinks his black macchiato while I sip my French…

Dementor Ability

If you ever read Harry Potter, you must be familiar with this role: Dementor. For those who haven’t read the book, dementor is a kind of jailer, a person who works in a jail to guard and take care after prisoners. Unlike jailer, dementors don’t walk around the prison with military uniform wannabe, and carry around a cudgel in their hand. J.K Rowling is very genius to let them use old and faded cloak, let their hands be free enough to hide under it (or at least I thought so by reading the book). Instead of physical weapon, Rowling gave them an ability to suck away the happiness from people around them. Without showing off much details, they just exist to make you feel bad. That’s why Azkaban, the prison, is the least place you want to be in. The idea of using a dementor in a prison sounds great. There’s nothing worse than taking away your happiness, your hope and your reason to breathe. Maybe in ordinary jail you get beaten up, served insects as your breakfast, and abused by dinner. Bu…

Latest Addiction

Recently I’ve been addicted to:Smashing Pumpkins Well I think this is for forever. But can’t help buat listening to Cherub Rock over over over and over again. And don’t mention Porcelina of the Vast Ocean. Uh hu. Love that sound of guitar distorsion. 3Ds Max I just can’t believe that I have the courage to install the program in my computer and make sumthing out of it. Ok, maybe it’s not Finding Nemo I created. Only snapshots of Saree Site Plan from different angles. The site plan itself is less than simple. Only houses align along the pathway. But, I am so proud of my self. I even spent all the weekend for it. Yes, I was still in the office at 10 pm on Saturday nite. But, please don’t be sorry for me, ‘cause I learnt something new, I created something and proof that I still have the will to live and learn. Oprah might say, “You will never grow ola as long as you keep on learning…” Well, there you go, Oprah.Vanilla Latte I found a box of Vanilla Latte in my food box back while I was …

Brain vs Heart

It must be the inconsistency of how my brain works. The things just switch from one purpose to another without any reason.There are days that it makes me itch to go outside, even for nothing at all, when everything I have to do is left at home. For example, last Saturday. I don’t know why, but I manage to do all the laundry first thing in the morning, then took a bath. Without any specific destination to go. Yeah, Nova asked me to accompany her working at the office, but I don’t think it worthed it. Since, there was no certainty from Nova, I picked another option to go with Iwing, Pak Rudy and Awan instead. We spent the days at Iday’s house, without things to do in particular, except cooked lunch and had durian as a dessert. What happened in the night was the way my brain works, once again. Me and Nova was dying to go outside. For anything. We searched through phone numer list on our cellphone and tried to ignore all the rejections. But we ended having dinner with a friend. And spent …

Head Over Heels

Listening to Swing Out Sisters. And I can feel my heart is crashing. Trembling. Once, there was something huge here. Fullfilled. Spilled. And everyone can tell just by looking into my eyes.Once, there was this huge feeling. In this room. When Somewhere in the World is in the air. I couldn’t believe we’ve ever danced to this song. You took me by the hand. You said, It was something in the way I sway. I kept on humming, “We can make it happen, we can touch the sky…”. We moved together. I burried my head in your stomache. Tried hard to reach you, to feel you, to make you as a part mine. To be with you, without handing you my heart. Never thought that would be the hardest thing to do.Now, you’re not here. Anymore. And soon, you’ll be moving out of space. You even sung “I’m leaving on the jetplane…” with your soft voice. Literally you’re not moving at all. But I can’t feel your presence. Empty. Cool air. And a prayer that you won’t go away forever.I looked into the mirror. Is that a reflec…

Minggu - Sabbath - Sunday - Ahad

It’s approximately 15 minutes to start uploading the map to GPS. But let me write this at the first place.Another lazy Sunday. Never thought I’d feel this way again. But I spent the entire day at that house. Woke up with sounds from Red Hot Chilli Peppers all over it. Cool. Caught the glimpse of ‘Cardigans, Live in London’ dvd and can’t help but screaming. “Yes, we will watch it, Dita.”
The voice of Nina Persson, the sounds of guitar, the sunshine all over the house, me busy with fireworks, he was trying hard to focus on his works, and books all around us. Cups of coffee afterward.On Monday, my ears only tolerated Cardigans songs. This is the reminiscence of Sunday. Sabbath.
Sorry officemate, you will hear Iron Man over and over and over again.Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath – The Cardigans
- especially for Bloody Sunday, even there's no blood at all -

I’m not …

Surprise me

Five people. Five persons had said that recently I looked different. Am I? They said my face was very bright and I continuosly smile. Someone said that I laughed and laughed and laughed most of the time, even at the silliest joke. They don’t find me pout in distate in the corner anymore. Wow, I never thought I used to do that in the past time.
I know I am that very much expressive girl who’s bad at hiding her feeling. Whatever weighed deep inside of me, you can look at me and you will read me like an open book. Moreever, maybe I am that children book with big pictures and 24 font size that you can read out loud even from a distance. Still I wonder. They know it. They know something’s happening to me though I didn’t realize what it is.
They do sense the intention. The sparkling in my eyes and the shine in my hair. It is obvious.
I laughed when they were telling me those things. Am I? They nodded and I laughed again. Oh yeah, I guess they were right, after all. I laugh too often these d…

The perfect date

Today is the day.
I know, someday there will be days like this. A moment when I have to convince my self that he is not mine after all. After all this time. After all the days we had. Not the memories that flashes back. Not the picture of him that projected in the front of my very eyes. Not the reminiscence of his sweet lips and his warm hugs. Not the unusual time we spent together, twice in a year. Not the fact that he’s broken up with his girlfriend and I’m not available. Not the fact that I’m single and he’s enganged. Not the fact that we refused to name our relationship. Na. I guess those aren't the facts.
But he told me about a day like this. That I should not be surprised or even betrayed. I know he expects the smile on my face and the sincere prayer for him. I know he doesn’t want any tears involved in this He is so right. Just like he always does. He picks the perfect things on exactly the right time. Good job, millions of opportunity, a great city to live in, good pair of…

Love is a Big Truth

Just like Pepeng and Lioni once said, “…we always imagined if there was someone special by our side while we were listening to the song…”
And the song gets me in the head.

In my mind, it would be like this:
One cozy afternoon. The rain is falling lightly outside. And here I am. A warm room. A blanket. A Couch. The song. And him. He is tall and skinny. His lips are moving slightly, rhyming every words of the songs which he remembers so well. But sometimes the edges of the lips stretched from ear to ear, when he hears me, falsing every notes of the songs. He loves the smile I have on my face, just like I like to do silly things just to make him smile. I laid my head on his lap, burrying my self on pages of a good read, trying to feel his warmth scene. His faded blue jeans, his overworn t-shirt, and his big belt buckle. He is tall and skinny, his skin colour is paler than mine. He looked at my face for three seconds and then stared blank ahead. His long thin fingers began to stroke my …

Meditative window

It is mysterious.How I fall in love with traveling. How I enjoy every second of teleporting my self from one place of another, and extent the blink-of-an-eye time into hours riding. I can burry my self in pages of a good reading, if the travelling done by train or plane. Either way, I can sit still and nodded my head of, waiting for the next terminal to come. You might think I am insane, as my favorite part of travelling is gazing through the window.It is a mystery, how the window on my side can share a thousand story, and gather my million pieces of mind into meaningful points. A good chilling music will be a good companion. That’s why there are always Kings of Convenience and Sting in my MP3 player. They really know how to chase away the loneliness from inside of me, give me space to cherish my self as my self. This kind of activity is a meditative way to cheer me up. Later on, often help me with the decision I have to make. Life is about choices, isn’t it? So, travelling for me, is…

Am I wry? Oh my! Fallacy

I wrote many posts about ‘akhir pekan’. It’s not like I hate the weekdays. But weekend… This is the time I look forward to made the week. Find a moment, and hope it last. At least in the corner of my brain. If I was in Bandung, origami, Saturday afternoon at JI, the girls, and the crowd would make my days. But, far away from those things, I have to enjoy my Saturday in a different way.Last weekend was… wonderful. I find my self as my self again. Strecth my lips from ear to ear and sing that song of happiness. Here, along with the people I love.
Beginilah cara membaca cerita the weekenders:0.Sebenernya diawali dengan perjalanan Banda Aceh – Jeunib – Banda Aceh. Tapi ga ada foto ygreprensentatif. Jadi sutralah. Cerita disini aja. Perjalanan. I always love travelling. Apalagi kalo travelling sambil memandang sunset dari jendela, diiringi lagu Kings of Convenience dan teman mengobrol yg menyenangkan…
1.Bangun pagi karena alarm Doraemon. Gangguin Abah yg semaleman rajin sekali kutak ketik di…

Ride away

If life is a car ride, I don’t want to ride an F1 racing car. With all those red and white square patterns. Fire resistant suit and a big round helmet that makes me look like a sproud. No scenery from the window, everything falls into blurry stripes. The sounds of high speed engine mixed with high frequency wind sound will be the soundtrack. But after all a high adrenaline journey, everything will be worthed as one championship. A champion and a champagne, plus a skinny girl with sexy fake fire resistant suits. The thing is, you’re going… a l o n e. Your time to reach your goals, that counts. If life is a car ride, I don’t want it to be a Land Cruiser speed racing off road competition, either. So many ups and downs, valley and hill, through and out of the forest. You and your navigator. Just the two of you, ‘cause the number of companion will determine your goal. Bumpy road is the thing for this kind of journey. Bring your System of a Down or same genre group band cassette, cause CD p…

Everlasting smile

Kalo aja ada cowok yg bisa bikin gw senyum begitu lebar hari ini...Membuat matahari terik di atas desa Lambaro Skep juga tersenyum. Dan melukis pelangi di langit yang begitu jernih membiru. Membuat binar-binar di mata gw begitu jelasnya, sehingga semua orang akan berkomentar, “Kamu ceria banget hari ini Dit.” Juga membuat tumpukan cucian terlihat sedikit sehingga pekerjaan mencuci yang tak ada habisnya ini akan gw lalui sambil bernyanyi gembira… Dan tanpa sengaja gw lantunkan lagu itu, lagu Frou Frou yang obviously menunjukkan isi hati seorang wanita dimabuk asmara… Dan diamnya seoarang teman tidak terlalu terasa menyesakkan… Dan tentu saja membuat gw menulis menye-menye di blog lagi…
Iya. Ada kok orangnya.Dan percaya ga, dia telah melakukan itu ke gw selama sepuluh tahun lebih.Jangan bilang kasih tak sampai ya. Jangan bilang gw bagaikan punduk merindukan bulan. Karena apapun yang kalian bilang, gw akan tetap begini. Apapun yang dia lakukan, perasaan ini ga pernah berubah. Telah teruji…

Matahari Terbit dan Temannya

Hey, sunrise…
It’s been raining for three days here. All of my field works collapsed into zero. Although I always bring umbrella and a field hat, but I guess it’s not wise to push all the equipments to work under this gloomy weather. Yeah, all the land is wet and the mud sticks to my croos training shoes, making them as heavy as safety boots. But I promise to keep on going.
I miss you, Sunrise.
It will be nice to have you here. With me. Sharing stories. And laughters. Haha… trying hard to ignore every wind that will give us cold.
Be there, Sunrise. Watching me smile. And paint the sky with our dreams. A wonderful world is, me, clouds, blue sky, layered hills, white sandy beach, green savana, voice of birds, crushing waves, turqouise ocean, and… you. Umm… Is there something missing? Is it a rainbow?I miss the way you call me nickname. Yeah, that seven color thing. I promise Sunrise, if we are together again, there will always be a rainbow in your sky. the picture above is a photograph of …

Tiga cangkir kopi di akhir pekan

This served contains: oversized happiness, ton of laughters, huge smiles, one togetherness, multi culture talks, language training, sparkling eyes and something to make your day. Best served in the morning for 12 persons. Dita, Iday, Nye, Nolland, Michelle, Pat, Tom, Jolin, Iwan, and two IT guys.
This served contains: good buddies, colorful dreams, a vision of a future, unstoppable stories, one meaningful conversation, knowledge exchanges and a thankful note for God for letting us to be here today.Best served for 3 persons. Dita, Iday and Brett.
Think of that Coffee Shop. Think Happiness. Overloaded.

*kok kyk iklan bgt yah?

Pemimpi Kecil

Seriously, under my conciousness, I’m dreaming about you.
I’m dreaming about the days we had. They would be like… missing-you-in-every-minute… and imagining-hugging-you-here. Hhh… Because, I know, it is impossible to have you near me all the time. The road you travelled would only made you… delicious!!
But then again, I’m dreaming about the days we had. The days of reunited. When you tell me about the past journey. The days when you see the sparkles in my eyes, that appears everytime you speak your brain out. You will never talk about exhausting and tiredness. This life and its journey is always a passion for you. This earth has never been an ending story. Like us.
I’m dreaming about our passion (or, is it mine?) about beaches. And all the coastline we’ve planned to see. The tan in my skin and the iritation you had on yours because of the sunburn. The sprinkles ofsand under our feet where we walked hand in hand, making our Tevas as dirty as possible.
I’m dreaming about your laughters. Th…

Film Cerita Akhir Pekan

Masih tentang merindu.
Bandung. Kmaren Bang Untung bilang kota ini TOP. Dan isi koran KOMPAS minggu kali ini ngehe banget. Selasar Sunaryo, the Valley, tulisan Agung Hujatnikajenong, profile Runi Palar, pasar Gasibu… Hhh…

Hhhh… *menghela napas*
Hari minggu tanpa kegiatan yg berarti. Hanya lari pagi, nonton Doraemon dan Dapur Klok Klok (love you, Sogi!), tidur di depan tv, masak makan pagi, tidur depan tv (lagi), bangun gara-gara gempa yg membuat terbirit-birit dan diketawain sama bapak-bapak Rumah Cemara, leyeh-leyeh di kamar, Hilmi dateng, mandi, Boim dateng, pergi deh… ngupi-ngupi di tempat yang disebut Bang Taufik. Gw, Iday, Hilmi, Boim. Tambahan Adun dan dua orang lainnya yg ga gw tau namanya, trus Boim nelp Jun, sehingga Jun dateng bareng Novi. Kemudian Boim nelp Jeffry, sehingga Jeffry bergabung. Karena ada Jeffry, maka Hilmi berkewajiban nelpon Ogek, sehingga Ogek dateng dianterin adiknya. Terus Boim nyuruh gw sms Taufik, sehingga Taufik juga dateng. Ck ck ck… Terny…


Akhirnya dengan sangat lemah, saya mengakui bahwa…Saya merindukan Bandung :(Hiks hiks hiks….Dita kangen tidur di atas kasur berseprai Doraemon ditemani boombox kecil kuning yang mengumandangkan lagu Delay setiap paginya…Iya, Dita kangen teh anget buatan Iyah yang jumlah air panas-teh seduhan-gula dan air dingin, semuanya pas!! Dan lebih enak lagi karena tinggal tereak, “Iyah… teh anget!!!”Dita kangen juga fallen asleep in front of TV, with the TV on, and the sound creeps into my dream. Trus karena TV Dita udah pake timer, jadi aja within next 30 minutes, TVnya mati. Jadi jangan bilang pemborosan energi ya. Hellow SBY, saya tidak jadi ditilang kan karena tidur dengan TV menyala.Dita kangen jalan-jalan pake kaos dengan lengan pendek pisan (sampe bulu-bulu ketekku yg lucu ini mengintip dengan malu-malu) dan rok denim dita yg ultra-short-mini-sexy yang beli sepuluh ribuan di Gede bage.Dita kangen factory-factory outlet sepanjang jl Dago… Tempat Dita menghabiskan waktu menghindari celana d…

After all...

*nyanyikan dengan nada Cardigan lagi*
After… a day for travelling 8 hours back and forth

After… spending hour seated besides Franky (think twice about having skinny guy as a boyfriend.. but can’t
resist them sow much!)

After… a little scoop of ice cream that ruined everything

After… hanging round with Putri (12), Sinta (11) and Diana (3)… and had fun together

After… long, and raining road back home

After… cold and cuddled in my white jacket beside him

After… keep thinking, why is it hard for me to swallow?

After… hello, I’m sick!

After… two days feeling dizzy

After… high fever and typhus-phobia feeling

After… I know this is that naughty nostril again!!

After… all-i-want-to-do-is-sleep days

After… penicillin that killed my stomache

After… plain bitter for everyfood I tasted

After… two days staring through my windows
...After all… dancing around with Carnival songJust two days and I'm feeling free to sing and dance again. Being alone …

Your new cuckoo...

Your new cuckoo by Cardigans

I saw you there
I stopped and stared
The curly girlie smiled
You really were
Too close to her
And people just went by

I saw your face
And her embrace
Your whisper in her ear
I know the score
'Cause I've heard it before
I read your lips with fear

Your words were clear (you said:)

Let's say forever, let's say it's true
Let's come together, me and you
Your new cuckooWell… I know, I’ve once said “Please hear me out, I’m not over you yet…” And it was true. But, I’ve over you, like sooner is the road I’ve chosen. Today, I am listening to Cardigans again, and this song reminds me of you. Yeah, you still exist in my brain, just like every other guys in my life, but not in my heart. Just read through the lyrics and found out you just la-la-la-la-la-la-la. You and your new cuckoo. La-la-la-la-la-la.In other hand…Ini bukan gw yg ga layak diperjuangkan. Tapi lu aja …

Luna Lamsenia

Luna Lamsenia.
The name is beautiful, isn’t it?Luna = the moon
Lamsenia= a great place to be
Well, I have a plan to give my child name Luna. But, I already had a nephew with the name, so I don’t think I can make it realize. But, Luna has been my favorite name for all time. Simple. Just like the song, by Smashing Pumpkins, simple and very sweet.
And Lamsenia…I don’t know what I have to say about it. Umm… It’s not like I haven’t been there before. From the first time, I’ve sensed that I’m gonna like the place. Located only a few meters from the sea, separated by dusty street, and filled with great persons. Laughters, and friendly greetings always recall me to be back.
First time, I went there with the crowd. GIS team, Bang Jeffry and his wife, and a team member from Hydronav. So, the fun was in the air that night. People from Yayasan Puter greeted us so well. Served us delicious dinner, and had a long conversation. I mean, long. But I didn’t involved in it, ‘cause I was so busy by the fire, …

Hari hari kuning

Selasa 24/01/06 = hari kuning = bahagia
+ training bersama Ririn dan David dari Hydronav… Kembali belajar nyentring!!! “Excellent Dita… Beautiful!”
+ ketawa dan ketawa
+ Lamnesia eh Lamsenia… a great place to be!!!
+ Bakar ikan di Lamsenia…
+ Bernyanyi-nyanyi Piknik 72 dengan gitar sember. Tenang aja Joni, saya akan melunasi utang nyanyi di Lamsenia!! Sealbeum!!!
+ A long journey home…

Jumat 27/01/06= hari kuning = hari bahagia
+ Ke Seulimeum lagi!!!
+ Berjalan jauh… di antara pematang-pematang sawah… asa MAPALAW. Hehe.. waelha!!
+ Ngukur berdua dengan Adi
+ Kecebur sungai, setengah badan basah, tapi teuteup… bahagia dan ketawa-ketawa
+ Mengobrol panjaaaaang… dengan seorang yang tadinya pendiam, tapi at the end of the day bisa tertawa ngakak karena ketololan gwSelasa 31/01/06 = hari orange = Day of the month!!!
Congratulation Dita and Iday, You two had succesfully completed your first backpack travelling journey. Although it’s only for two days, but for rookies like you, you did it very good. Rrr…

Seulimeum I Seulimeum II

Minggu ini kyk setan. Hahah. Setan baju ijo di sebelah gw tadi malem. Yang gw cuekin demi cetting dengan my next boy friend. Hehehe…Dan hari ini gw beristirahat saja di rumah dengan manisnya. Kaos tidur warna ungu, celana ijo kojo gw, dan muka berminyak karena dari tadi pagi belum mandi. Malas bow. Leyeh-leyeh di depan tipi. Kadang ketawa-ketawa sama jokes jayus a la madura. Dan seringnya gw ketiduran aja. Enak banget hidup kyk gini. Friends. Cowok-cowok di sekeliling gw. Iday yang tetap setia walow dua hari kmarin kita ngerjain hal yang berbeda. Buku yg menyenangkan. Juga tawa-tawa di sekeliling gw. Dikit-dikit ketiduran. Buku yg menutup muka, dan tawa-tawa yang masuk ke mimpi. Enak banget.Perasaan seminggu ini gw pergi ke lapangan terus deh. Bahkan Sabtu kmaren pun gw ngasih training GPS ke bbrp orang temporary shelter, sekalian praktek collect data di desa-desa. Which means, gw balik lagi ke desa-desa di Lhok Nga. Yah, terakhirnya emang main ke pantai Lhok Nga. Senang. Tapi ke lapa…