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I had nothing in my mind about sexual harassment at the workplace, until one day while I was working and had a job conversation with a designer guy at his desk, this man passed through. He gave me that look, to my lower part, and said passionately: nice butt. I was so angry and gave him a silent treatment--which was hell for him because he had to do some tasks with me. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't easy for me to speak up--even though it's possible. It's always possible, but it was hard. He asked for an apology at last. And little did I know he did it too to some women colleagues back then. He also spanked one of them. I bet he had to face our HRD if he did it to me. On another occasion, when I already moved to my new office , I used to join a team to participate in a national exhibition. Later on, I resigned due to my fragile second pregnancy. And this middle-aged man (who were a member of the team I've mentioned above), suddenly messaged me. At first...

"Ive been a drop out, a nomad, a thief, a shitty student, and a lazy employee." - page 7 Awalnya baca #GirlBoss karena terpantik judulnya yang agak “provokatif”— in a good way. Semacam ada spark of feminism di judulnya. Iyalah, kata “ girl ” dan “ boss ” itu kadang dianggap sebagai dua terma yang berbeda. Sebab dalam dunia patriarkal, yang namanya “ boss ” itu biasanya male oriented . Jadi menjejerkan dua kata itu menurutku menimbulkan rasa yang khas feminis. So that was my first impression about #GirlBoss. Menurutku Sophia Amoruso menulis #GirlBoss dengan sense yang rada nyeleneh. Bahasa tulisnya blak-blakan. As she gonna write “A” if that was she wanted to say. She gonna write “stupid” if that was she wanted to say. Dari sini, rasanya sudah cukup terlihat karakternya dia seperti apa. So basically, #GirlBoss was talk about her online store named NastyGal. No, I never heard that before. No wonder because the online store first appeared on eBay. Sementara aku pa...

Do you know what life is all about? Being grateful. We knew it from the first time. I was a person with nothing at first. Then I got something, a job which actually suit with my pray: I want a job, any job.  Then I wanted another better job. Or back at home which I was called it paradise. Then a better things came.  But God gave me an exam so that maybe I can improve my self-quality. He brought me back home—just like what I wanted before, no? I was enjoying every single thing until He came again to me. Maybe to testified my faith upon Him.  He came again with a bigger, harder exam I have ever been. He taught me as a one-per-one life lesson. But that time, I was alone. He left me with all those things He wanted me to learn.   I fell into my knees million times, stayed awake to those sleepless nights, felt weak and worthless, and those unstoppable cries. And I don’t think I succeeded. Well, it was a magnitude storm, most powerful destruction in my life which ...

 *disclaimer: This post was my assignment in my English class. It was written just in time as I never had enough time for proper preparation. But one day, an email came. My lecturer sent a review of my paper and had it graded too. Overall, it was beyond my expectation. She also came to me while I was having a casual conversation out of the class, and said: hi, did you read my email? I like your writing and blablabla--I just couldn't hear other words then, haha! But still, bear my broken English which you may find a lot of grammatical errors. Oh well, here you go, a short, unimportant, random post. Enjoy. **also, disclaimer (2) I've edited this post as best as I could since the whole thing itched me sooo baadd lmaaoo... As much as I respect my lecturer's effort to read my paper and GRADED them too, I thought I want to respect my readers too (which, maybe not more than three--with myself). So, I edited them, make a clear sentence (if not proper), trying to weaved them tog...

This picture was grabbed from here . "Did you really think we're going to have a baby now and live happily ever after?" said Tess. "A baby doesn't fix a marriage. Not that I even know my marriage needs fixing."- page 538, E-book version. Okay. First thing before I talk about this book is that I read The Husband's Secret (THS) in e-book format. Actually, I was trying to buy e-books because of: 1) it is convenient.  E-books allow me to read anytime and anywhere. You can do it with the printed book, can't you? No. For me right now, no. Now that my time much spends on breastfeeding my son, no, I can't always bring the book while I'm feeding him. I was trying and... yeah, it's kinda troublesome. And 2) its price. So damn cheap. Gosh. I'm gonna post a small talk about this later, promise.   So after I bought some books (I was bought about ten books at first!), I feel it was fun and easy. The E-pub(lish) app...

"That's because happiness, bliss, is in the hands of Allah, not man. If we are happy, it is God's will and, likewise, if we are miserable it is also God's will." -page 158 Konon, bepergian dapat melepas stres. Saya setuju. Entah itu annual travelling atau sekadar piknik tipis-tipis. Pada tiap perjalanan ada memori yang tertanam: pengalaman yang menyenangkan ketika menuju destinasi, ketika berada di sana bahkan sampai bepergian telah usai. Coba lihat manusia jaman sekarang. Piknik jadi hal yang sakral dan seolah-olah kebutuhan primer. Salah satu patokan menjadi bahagia adalah dengan piknik. Jika seseorang terlihat desperate, maka sangat mudah menudingnya tidak bahagia. Karena itu, sering kita mendengar kelakar: situ kurang piknik, ya? Eric Weiner, seorang mantan jurnalis, mencoba mengeksplorasi makna bahagia. Caranya menginvestigasi tidak main-main. Ia sampai menemui seorang "profesor kebahagiaan", seseorang yang telah lama mengulik studi k...

Saya pernah cerita tentang bukunya Reda Gaudiamo yang berjudul NaWIlla di sini . Kali ini, saya mau review buku beliau yang lain lagi. Judulnya: Aku, Meps dan Beps (AMB). Buku ini juga seperti NaWilla, diterbitkan secara independen. Dan, ya, kalau mau beli buku ini jangan cari di toko buku besar. AMB hanya dijual di beberapa curated book shop. Bedanya dengan NaWilla, pada AMB ini, Mbak Reda berkolaborasi menulis dengan putri semata wayangnya, Soca. Walau saya tak tahu seberapa besar "intervensi" Mbak Reda pada buku ini, dalam pandanganku, Soca memiliki kemampuan menulis yang baik. Ya seperti anak-anak umumnya, jiwa tulisannya ceria, ekspresif dan banyak lontaran jenaka. AMB tak lain adalah cerita tentang Soca, Ibunya (Meps) dan Bapaknya (Beps). Demikianlah Soca memanggil orang tuanya--yang bahkan ibunya sendiri lupa bagaimana awalnya itu terjadi. Pada AMB, relasi mereka bertiga sebagai orang tua dan anak terlihat sangat cair. Intim, hangat dan ekspresif. Hal-hal yang ...