The thing I always try not to forget when I am on trip anywhere
is my dear journal. My very private notes of babblings, daily stories and
random shit.I always try not to leave it behind. Since I'm so introvert and
quite quiet person I rarely interact with other passengers during trip so all I
do in a trip is usually to read or write something. Especially when I travel
alone. I know I shouldn't do that. I waste my time to socialize and getting new
friends. I know. Everyone keeps telling me that.
My favorite writing time is my time going back hometown. Now as
i lose more and more time to write -in the name of work, exhaustion, laziness
or mere having no thing to write about, time in hometown is so precious because
everything, every sound, every element seems to stimulate me to pick my pen and
pour the words out.
That's why I felt so lost now when I got time to go home and
the thing that I left behind was no other than my beloved journal. I feel like
I lost something precious. Like I didn't wear my undies or forgot where my
I kept catching lines in my mind, seeing interesting things
just to find i didn't have my journal to write them into.
So I made the list. List of things I should bring when I travel
so I won't forget important things and regret on later time. I know that this
list should be made ages ago when I found that traveling is important in life
and I should do it at least once a year. But, better late than never, right?
sekarang musim hujan di bandung dan seharian ini ia mengguyur kota dengan puasnya, bikin hari libur saya jadi gloomy dan malas (walau memang biasanya juga seperti itu).
sudah lama tidak kembali kemari.
antara rutinitas kerja yang (kadang) membosankan, perhatian yang teralihkan pada sederet daftar judul drama korea dan kegilaan saya pada grup kpop yang baru debut agustus lalu, WINNER.
di tengah semua excuses itu, tak begitu banyak hal berubah.
saya masih cewek yang kerja di instansi pemerintah dan senang tiap tanggal 1 tiba. Dan kerap murung dan (sedikit) kelaparan tiap dekat akhir bulan. :)
masih single (thankyouverymuch).
masih kadang kelayapan sendirian.
masih bete kalau ditanya kapan kawin.
yeah, still the same old me.
walau sekarang sudah sangat jarang menulis lagi, baik blogging atau nulis cerita beneran. less adventurous.
dan patah hati gara-gara objek yang lama ditaksir nikah nggak lama ini.
tho, i didnt cry any river. no, i dont. and i'm proud of that.
berarti aku jadi sedikit lebih waras dan dewasa, kan? whatever.
hope to see you often after this messy restart. ttyl!
We use name as means to facilitate us in differentiating
people. But more than that, in my religious belief, name is filled with prayer
and expectation of traits, fortune and future depicted from its meaning. It’s a
wish, an identity.
My late grandfather was the one who came up with idea for my
name. Too bad, i never had a chance to ask where he got the idea from. My name
is quite rare used by people in common.
Where most vero ends with veronica or veronique, i’m
probably one of those rare people whose name veronia.
At first i hated it. Back then when i was a kid, my
schoolmates—mostly boys, had fun on my name by intentionally called me veron,
one of the popular footballers from italia. He was a good player but he was
bald and well, a boy. It wasn’t too bothersome at first but when it
continuously repeated, it started to feel annoying.
When i asked my parents about that name issue and the reason
why they named me that, they answered my elementary-school self with the line
“it was a gift from late grandpop, kiddo.” I was still curious but did not ask
for more. I tried to act indifferent to those funny remarks so the boys would
feel tired by themselves and stopped playing jokes. It worked.
My name sometimes be compared with one of the wives of a
well known dangdut singer in the country. Though the name was veronika, people
thought that my name was similar to that lady because my parents, or whoever
gave me the name, was fond of her. Never in my mind i think of being in the
same place as hers.
It was then when i was on 1st year of high school, my
biology teacher assigned us to make a writing about our name and how it related
to our roots. There was no explicit word in my name that was similar with my
family name. It was not that popular by the time i was born to put last name of
the father in the child’s name, especially in a rural area where i lived. So i
questioned my parents once again to help me for some information.
There, finally my parents said that there is indeed a
meaning within the name given to me.
Vero, in Latin, means great hero, or real, or true. While in
Old Greek it means bearer of the victory. While Nia, in Latin, means radiance
or brightness. Those are informations i retrieved from google.
But Father said that late grandpop explained vero in my name
meant something related with the first of sequence or the first of greatness,
inspired by the way ‘pharaoh’ spelled. I was surprised, and creeped out. How
could my late grandfather named his lovely granddaughter after a ruined dynasty
known for its immoral and corrupted powers.
But, perhaps, despite all those negative backgrounds glued
to my name, i believe there is good reason why my late grandfather came up with
the name. Aside of its weird root, there are good meanings within my name.
And there is nothing i would change from my name. It
represents me properly. It portrays a rarity, and a fragility hidden beneath
tough wall of a name they gave me, and also my identity of two families where i
I pray of being first radiant light of truth and greatness for my
family and people i love.
there, i told you what's in mine. so, what's in yours?