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2012 and what doomsday to me

There might be three or five amongst us who dreamed about doomsday at least once in 2012. Me myself, have dreamed it twice as far as I remember. The dream itself always involves beautifully illuminated skies, huge planets that bang before my eyes.

To some people, they already given in with the doomsday.
Not because they are ready, but more to que sera sera point of view.
What ever will be, will be.

Apparently, what I had in my dream reflected the way I feel about the doomsday itself.
In my dream, I was always with my closest ones whose in real life they are the people why I live for.

To me, doomsday is neither about going to hell or heaven.
Not about how ready I am for the judgement day.
Doomsday means being separated with people I love that I do not know when I will see them again.
Doomsday means loosing my child and forgetting all my dreams for him. Missing all the chats and laughter we usually have.

No matter how ready you are for the doomsday, nothing will make you ready to be separated with your children. And I wish doomsday will not be happening soon.

I think all mothers will agree with me.

Doomsday

How we spend most of our weekends.

Fruit Pie

A few days ago, I made fruit pie for Bubu.
Like always, it is my first encounter on crust.
It tasted good, I think.
The key is in the butter.

I took the crust recipe here & the pastry cream recipe here

It's how the world goes, I guess.

She has almost everything every women in this world wish to have.
A Louis Vuitton to pack all her gadgets.
A pair of Louboutin or Melissa to pick up her kids to school.
A beautiful baby and a handsome hubby who already in the top in his young age.
And one thing everyone would envy: the time.

Yet she still sad, I wonder why.
Yet she still curse, I wonder how.

Other girls wish for what she has while she wishes for what people have.

If we all have that one noble thing: enough.
Wouldn't the world be a wonderful place to be.

But that's how the world goes, I guess.
Mere mortals never feel enough.

About heaven, to my son.

Dear My lovely son Malicca.

You have been growing so fast! Now you are five and your questions in every single day are getting sharper and sharper. For the past days, you have been asking about heaven.

"Do heaven exist, Bunda?"

Our religion taught us about heaven and hell as a compensation for good and bad people. But if you ask me, to be honest, ... I do not know how to answer because I have never been to heaven and I have never seen it.

Yes I heard about it. A lot. But people who might have gone to heaven never came back to earth and tell us what the heaven looks and how it feels like. So, ... I never buy what people say about heaven.

But why bother to think of heaven in absurd way? Like what people tell you that in heaven you can have anything you want within a split second? Like what people tell you there is milky river and golden cups. Why don't you create your own heaven? Here, on earth.

To me, your mother, to have you hugged me and said "I love you, Bunda" ... it is heaven.
To see you poked your friend just to tell them "Hey, this is my Bunda!" ... it is heaven.
To wake up in the morning and have you here beside me and smell your bad breath, ... it is heaven.
To have a cup of hot chocolate with some marshmallows, it is heaven.
To have the traffic treats me nice, it is heaven.

Heaven is not far. Whenever you feel happy, you are in heaven.

...

and by the time I am finished writing this, I got a conclusion that heaven does exist.

Where do good people go?

Titan: "Nda, orang baik itu nantinya masuk surga ya?"

Me: "I don't know. What do you think?"

Titan: "I guess so."

Me: "Yang jelas, orang baik itu banyak temennya and it is already a heaven on earth."

Me time.

It is been a while since I last have one.

With a nagging kid ready to tug you every single time and been shooting you with why this and that's questions, me time has become one of the most expensive thing I cannot afford.

But it's okay.

Nobody really want to be alone, right?

And with this little kid around, I love it as much.

There are many places I first encounter together with my satellite.

National Museum is one of them.

Me on my 33 and him on his 5.

Learn to do something about hope

Hari ini, Malicca Titan belajar untuk menuliskan harapannya di sekolah. "What did you hope for?" Aku tanya. "I write: I hope I can play toy car everyday." ... "Okay, that is a good one."

Melihat kesempatan itu, aku mencoba untuk mendorong lebih jauh lagi apa impiannya. Dan akhirnya, Malicca bilang "I want to go to Paradise Falls, like Kakek Up" - he means Mr. Frederickson, the main character in the movie UP. "Oh wow, it is a grrrrrreat hope!"

"Do you know you can make all your dreams come true?" I asked him. "No." Dia menjawab singkat.

"It is true. All you need to do is rrrrreally really want it, plan it, do something about it and pray. Do you rrrrreally want to go to Angel's Falls, or Paradise Falls like in the movie?" ... "Yes, Bunda. It is in Amerika Selatan just like Segitiga Bermuda."

"Okay, now let's do something about it!"

I had the idea popped out just like that, that was to steal a scene in the movie itself. I borrowed my mom's big, clear canister and let Malicca draw the Paradise Falls in his version. My version of hope is to go to Ghibli Museum to see Totoro. We pasted it in the canister and started to toss all the money we have (mine was all in the wallet) and his was all coins he got in the our car (-_-")

He smiled happily.

The day after, he puts all neglected coins and his lebaran angpao all into the jar.

Isn't it a wonderful thing, to have a dream and do something about it. I mean really really really do something about it.

Malicca draws his dream

My version of hope

His version of hope

His happy face after tossing all his money into the jar

Angel Falls, Venezuella

Backpacking with kids, why not?

Our first backpacking journey. Memang hanya ke Singapura sih. Tapi kenangannya, ... banyak banget!

Mulai dari nabungnya, dari pesan tiketnya, dari berangkatnya, di sananya, semua pengalaman berlibur bersama anak-anak ini bikin diri jadi makin kaya dengan pangalaman bathin. Apalagi ternyata cukup bisa dimuat di website Libur Keluarga, senangnyaaaaaaa :)

Semoga, ini bukan yang terakhir.Amin!

Finally

For a writer, nothing can beat the happy feeling of having their writing got published
*big big grin*

I had never thought after so many poetry, short stories and fables, it was my first travel journey that made the first debut for publishing. It took me about three days to write in details, to review it over and over again.

Just click the picture below if you want to know our story :)

My first time writing got published

'Plak!!!'

"Biasa pegang duit sendiri, sekarang harus nunggu uang dari suami. Aneh banget rasanya."

Bener bangeeeeet twitnya Lygwina the financial planner hari ini, yang kebetulan topik #FinancialClinic-nya hari ini adalah tentang berpindah dari yang tadinya pegawai trus jadi freelancer or small business owner. Ahak, ... gue bangeeeut! Maka sebelum scrolling down the whole #FinancialClinic twits of her, gue siap-siap Betadine dulu lah. Penting, itu. Karena tiap kali baca twitnya Lygwina emang jadinya makin berdarah-darah.

So, kabar kehidupan gue akhir-akhir ini memang drama galau dengan status 'pengangguran' yang gue emban saat ini. Tidak bisa tidak, ternyata itu kejadian juga sama gue bagaimanapun telah gue cegah. Awalnya gue memutuskan untuk berhenti bekerja adalah karena Titan dan semua kekhawatiran gue tentang minat belajarnya. Ditambah memang sudah mulai bosan menggeluti hal yang sama selama 12 tahun, tentunya. Ternyata, setelah dijalanin, I really hate to admit this phrase but this is so very true.

"Money is not everything, but everything needs money."

Dua hari di awal kehidupan freelance sangat menyenangkan, karena gue langsung terima kerjaan simple senilai belasan juta. Tapi kemudian gue mulai gigit jari karena belum nampak tanda-tanda kerjaan berikut sementara yang sudah dikerjakan pun, enggak kelihatan tanda-tanda bakal dibayarnya. *Mulai stress*

Sebelum terjun ke dunia ini, terus terang persiapan gue memang agak kurang baik. Dari sekian items yang seharusnya dimiliki (seperti kata Lygwina), gue hanya punya sedikit dari items-items tersebut. Gue cuma punya dana darurat untuk 6 bulan dan aset aktif asuransi yang kebetulan sudah selesai masa preminya; jadi tinggal memetik dana investasinya. Tidak maksimal, karena bentuknya unit link (bakalan digorok Lygwina ini, karena ibu itu sangat tidak menganjurkan unit link. Tapi gimana dong, gue kenal ini duluan ketimbang gue kenal elo Bu Lyg). Gue enggak punya asuransi kesehatan dan aset aktif yang mumpuni. Jadi untuk hidup sehari-hari, ya menunggu dikasih uang aja sama suami.

Dan itu rasanya aneh banget. Asli deh. Kalau aja suami enggak dibekali dengan kesabaran yang maha dahsyat untuk ngadepin gue, mungkin dia juga ikut jadi stres. Oh well, I guess he already is. Maaf yah sayang *cipoks*

Dulu punya uang sendiri dan rutin mendapatkannya setiap bulan, membolehkan gue untuk bisa menyusun rencana seenak jidat. Not about shoppings, but giving to people I love and of course ... nice meals. Sekarang tiba-tiba gue harus save and shrimp and cut down every pennies.

Sekali lagi Lygwina benarrr! Yang pertama harus disiapkan adalah mental. Being a freelancer, more over I am a first starter, gue harus tau diri sih. Dan harus bisa menurunkan standar (oh, ini yang susah!!!). Dan yang lebih susah adalah untuk tidak mengkasihani diri. Counternya, gue selalu berpikir "Dulu juga gaji gue cuma sekian dan fine-fine aja tuh." Tapi kan dulu Titan belum sekolah ya (teteup, defensive).

Yah, Bismillah. Semoga aja memang ini bagian dari rencana Tuhan untuk menuju yang lebih baik. Terima kasih Lygwina, atas twit-twitnya yang menyilet-nyilet harga diriku hari ini *usap Betadine*

Sementara hati ini galau, tangan ini tetap harus berbuat sesuatu di masing-masing hari. Sampai hari itu tiba, ... oh tidak, aku harus menjemputnya dong!

My first sewing project with mom's tutorial

Bake or break project.

My first cupcake project. It tastes good, I tell you. Want to order?

Satu langkah lagi

Di bulan Juli ini, Malicca officially pindah ke sekolah baru. Well, only God knows how much I want him to get in to this school and only God knows what my efforts were to get him in. Konon, kata orang pada akhirnya kita akan mendapatkan apa yang kita mau. Hanya saja, kita mendapatkannya di saat kita sudah enggak menginginkannya lagi. Well, I guess God is very very kind to me. I got what I want right on time.

Pemilihan sekolah ini berdasar pada dua hal, kesepahaman konsep dan letaknya yang sama sekali tidak jauh dari rumah. Cuma 12 menit, coba bayangkan. Luxurious sekali kan, dibanding anak-anak lain yang harus bangun pagi buta untuk berangkat sekolah supaya tidak terlambat. Again, I am such a lucky mom.

Aku udah datang ke acara Open House sekolah ini sejak Malicca umur 6 bulan, lho! Saat itu memang aku lagi rajin-rajinnya survey ke sekolah-sekolah. Maksudnya sih, supaya tahu harus menabung berapa banyak saat Malicca harus masuk sekolah nantinya. Cuma untuk manage expectation aja, sekaligus juga mengenal kembali sistem pendidikan yang sudah jauh berbeda dengan jaman aku sekolah dulu.

Sebelum akhirnya sekolah di High Scope ini, Malicca sekolah di sebuah TK di deket rumah juga. Sekolah tawon, dia nyebutnya. Karena memang lambang sekolahnya gambar tawon dan dinding sekolahnya itu mirip sarang tawon. Cuma anehnya, dia enggak suka sekolah di sini. Setiap hari pasti datang telat. Enggak kira-kira, telatnya bisa sampai 1 jam! Kenapa? Karena ngebujuk bangun tidurnya aja udah setengah jam sendiri. Belum lagi, karena malas dan tidak suka; semuanya dilama-lamain. Belum lagi kalo mandek di gerbang sekolah enggak mau masuk. Aduuuh, stres banget deh kalau ingat saat-saat itu. Tapi mau dipindahin juga tanggung. Saat itu memang aku belum tahu apakah aku nantinya bisa memasukkan dia di sekolah impian(ku) ini. Jadi, ... setiap hari harus sabar-sabar memberi pengertian dan aku juga pada akhirnya enggak terlalu memaksa Malicca untuk pergi ke sekolah. Alhasil, hampir setiap malam setelah pulang kerja bundanya ini harus mengajarkan ulang calistung. Thanks to phonic system dan Kumon yang mengeluarkan buku-buku panduan yang menurut saya sangat cerdas, akhirnya Malicca bisa mengikuti pelajaran di sekolah dan progressnya pada term ke dua di TK kecil sangat bagus. Dan akhirnya, dia naik ke TK besar.

Nah, di TK besar inilah Malicca mulai bersekolah di High Scope. Karena SD di sekolah ini dimulai dari TK besar. Setelah serangkaian trial dan ngobrol-ngobrol sama psikolognya (enggak ada test sama sekali), akhirnya Malicca bergabung dengan sekolah barunya. Aseli ya, deg-degan abis bundanya ini. Karena kalau ternyata dia enggak suka (lagi), aku sama sekali enggak punya back up plan mau disekolahin dimana. Sempet kepikiran home schooling sih, etapi kok ya ... walau aku senang mengajar, tapi kok ya ragu juga.

Akhirnya, tanggal 18 Juli kemarin Malicca officially mulai sekolah. Di hari pertama ini dia sempat tertidur selama kira-kira satu jam hahahaha.... Kaget kali yah, biasanya sekolahnya cuma sampai jam 11.30 sementara ini kan sampai jam 15.00. Ngapain aja anak TK sekolah sampai jam segituuuuu? Hahahaha... ternyata banyak sih kegiatannya. Tapi kalau ditanya "Hari ini belajar apa aja?" Jawabannya pasti satu: "Main, Nda. Enggak belajar." (Duh, serangan panik ke dua).

Lucunya, walaupun sekarang harus bangun lebih pagi dan pulang lebih sore, anaknya enjoy-enjoy aja sekolah. Kalau dulu, setiap malam dia selalu bertanya "Nda, besok sekolah ya?" "Iya dong." Jawabku. Lantas dia menghela nafas panjang sambil bergumam "Yaaaaah...."

Sekarang, dia masih bertanya sih. Tapi kalau aku jawab "Iya, besok sekolah." Jawabnya "Yeay! I like going to school!"

Ih, senang! Rasanya terbayar semua jerih payah pulang malam di tahun-tahun lalu dan stres-stres mencari sekolah terbaik untuk anak, saat kita tahu si anak menyukai belajar di sekolah. Kayanya, selesai satu PR besar dan berhasil membuat satu langkah untuk masa depannya.

Insya Allah.

Sekarang, selain Malicca juga menikmati sekolahnya; aku juga menikmati saat-saat mengamati Malicca di sekolah. Teman-temannya, cara bermainnya, problem solving skill-nya. All in all, we are all happy. Yeay!

as posted on Emaklicca.

Membuat satu langkah lagi

A new habit

I have this new habit every time I dropped off Malicca to school, or picked him up.
I watched him play with his friends, which is a luxury thing I had never experienced before.
Seeing how he interacts with his friends, his problem solving, when he leads, basically his social skill which is very important specially when he is working later on.

Have a nice day, son!

Confession of a now working mother then a full-time housewife

Whether it is a syndrome or not, I do not know.

Today is my third week being a full-time house wife, yet my verdict on my first week has not change. That being a full-time house wife requires more than 24 hours a day because they are so much things to do. Thus, made me a little bit 'jet-lag' in the first place. I might still am.

Do you know what I had in mind before I decided to quit my job?I wanted to be a full-time mother and have a simpler life. I wanted to go freelancing and work anyway and whenever I like. It turns out that things are not as easy as I thought they were.

Now I realize that by being a full-time working mother, I had a so much simpler life. Every time I woke up in the morning, I already know what I had to do. Like a machine (in a positive sense), I had time slots for everything I had to do and controlled them. I dropped my kid to school, went to the office, worked, had lunch, had meetings and went back home. I cannot deny they were numerous 'me-time' timing in between the slots therefore I could tweet, I could read a book, I could browse, I could stop-by to a near store and bought (many times) unimportant stuffs, I even had more time to update my blog.

Why simpler? because I saw what I saw, and what I saw was me.

I made menus for Titan's lunch and handed over to the caregiver at home (which was my mom) and there went off one of my worries that day. I dropped my kid to school and handed over to the teacher. Once again, there poof one of my obligations that day. Unless I had a call from my son or regarding my son or parents, I assumed everything was okay and continued my life that day and drowned with piles of jobs and colleagues and personal plans for the day. When I got home, the timing was not enough if I demanded everyone to pack every details in the form of 'The story of the day' and we all chose to have a little chat or light games or watched movie and we went to sleep. A discussion required for serious matters, and nothing was so serious unless it had to do with health, career or big family members.

I knew I only had 24 hours. When the time slots filled and today's checklists were checked, I gained the peacefulness of the day.

Now, I see everything what I left behind if I went to work back then. In details. But I cannot see them with professional point of view like how I used to see things at work.

I see my son's face expression if he has to go to school. I see his face when I pick him up. I see dust on the top of the table and bread crumbs on the carpet. I see my elderly. I see the fading out paint on the wall. I see the dirty laundry. I think of menus to cook. I see my piles of to-be-read books. I see teary eyes of my son's because of his school friends. I see the weed wildly grows in the back yard. I see the pets need food and drink.

I hardly see me. I see many things to do and many things I can do, and I know 24 hours is not enough.

Back to my hypothesis of having a simpler life by becoming a full-time house wife, yet I get the antithesis.

How can you expect emotion will be simpler than your professionalism? And life, is never simpler when you see other things compare to when you see yourself (and this thought leads me to another question - why we often see our self in the most delicate way - But I will not talk about this on this post).

Anyways, to me, being a full-time working mother or being a full-time house wife; no one is better than the others. It is just a choice you can make, just like any other choices in your life. I

My weekdays after advertising life, so far.

Welcome definitely maybe!

“Leaving your comfort zone is not easy and it is only for the bravery.” For me, those who support them to leave the comfort zone, is even braver.”

Setelah hampir 12 tahun bekerja di dunia korporat periklanan, finally… yes I finally resigned and decided to be a freelance copywriter instead. Sebenarnya kepinginnya sih udah sejak dua tahun lalu ya. Tapi karena beribu dan lain hal termasuk ketidakberanian diri ini untuk memasuki lembah ketidakpastian finansial, akhirnya tertunda-tunda. Tapi kali ini, I made up my mind.

Aneh sebenarnya saat aku mengambil keputusan ini. Unlikely what I always did, to make plans, kali ini aku ambil keputusan tanpa punya long term plan akan apa yang akan aku lakukan setelah kehidupan bekerja full time. Yang aku tahu saat itu adalah, aku sebaiknya berhenti dulu bekerja.

Sebenarnya, keputusan ini juga enggak yakin-yakin banget waktu memutuskannya. Tentu faktor utamanya adalah kemandirian finansial. Ya iyalah ya, udah lebih dari satu dekade terbiasa menerima uang gaji. Terbiasa punya plan dan merasa aman karena tahu saat uang habis, pundi akan terisi kembali. But in the freelancing world, everything is uncertain. That is the part that worried me much. Secara ya bo, buat perempuan yang penting itu kan kepastian. Kepastian tuh cowok sayang sama kita atau enggak. Kepastian bakal dikawinin apa enggak (aih, curcol deh ah hahaha), yang pasti sih kepastian supaya bisa manage expectation. Karena kuciwa itu aduh ampuuuuun… berat sekali rasanya.

Untungnya, aku didukung penuh akan keputusanku ini. Dan menurutku, itulah bagian terpenting saat kita mau ambil langkah penting dalam hidup. Sebenernya bukan hanya keberanian dari diri, tapi juga dukungan. Dan orang yang mendukung, buat aku jauh lebih berani daripada orang yang didukung.

Banyak yang tanya sama aku “So, whats the push button?” Hmmm, sebenarnya karena niatan itu sudah ada di dalam diri sejak lama. Cuma butuh pemantik untuk menyulut. Dan pemantik itu adalah satelitku (oh so very typical ya hehehe…) But trust me, it was not as easy as you thought. Segala sesuatu yang klise itu emang jatuhnya lebih sulit buat yang ngalamin dan lebih sederhana bagi yang melihatnya.

Triggernya adalah karena Titan entah kenapa enggak suka dengan sekolahnya. Akibatnya, dia jadi enggak suka sekolah dan enggak suka yang namanya belajar. Udah gitu, makannya juga makin susah sampe akhirnya berat badannya enggak nambah-nambah. Beberapa waktu terakhir ini aku coba untuk ngajak belajar terutama baca dan berhitung. Ndelalahnya, apa yang aku ajarin justru lebih masuk dan dia lebih suka belajar sama bundanya ini ketimbang belajar di sekolah. Trus kadang di weekend pun kita masak bareng dan ternyata dia lebih lahap kalau makanannya disiapin bareng-bareng. Dari situ aku berpikir bahwa mungkin anak ini bukannya enggak suka belajar dan enggak suka makan, tapi memang enggak banyak orang yang memahami cara dia belajar dan makan.

Selain itu, ada juga sih hal-hal yang bikin tekadku makin bulat untuk berhenti dari dunia korporat. Tapi rahasia dong aaaaaah J

One thing for sure, I pre-conditioned myself that I will not be a jobless housewife. I am a work from home mother. I will have working hours and I have to create something within the hours, be it freelancing jobs or writing.

So yes, this is my last day working in a corporate advertising and I am sad yet happy yet anxious yet overwhelm… it is a Berty Bott’s three flavor taste candy. What would happen next? I do not know. What if I fail? What if I not. Will I be back to corporate life someday? Maybe. Will I be happier? Maybe. Uh oh, ... just wish me luck!

Common Sense

Sekarang ini, kita mungkin lebih tau gimana cara install iPhone pertama kali. Lebih ngerti langkah-langkah untuk nge-jailbreak. Lebih pengen ngulik gimana caranya bikin website sendiri dengan semua Content Managementnya. Lebih tau account twitter siapa yang bisa kasih link bagus atau update tentang pergadgetan, info selebs, komunitas tertentu atau bahkan soal financial planning dan hukum.

Thanks to technology, we now know so many many things happening in this world.

Tapi coba deh, dirasa-rasa lagi. Karena begitu banyaknya ‘ilmu’ atau sebenernya itu adalah bentuk informasi, seringkali kita malah jadi lupa sama hal-hal basic atau yang biasa disebut common sense. Dan ternyata, common sense yang sering kita lupain itu justru kita perluin untuk kehidupan sehari-hari.

Misalnya, waktu kita ke dokter. Kita tau lah ya, enggak semua dokter itu bagus. Dan kita juga tau, enggak semua dokter itu komunikatif; bisa dan mau ngejelasin sedetil-detilnya tentang penyakit kita. Kadang-kadang kita nurut aja kalo dikasih obat. Atau bahkan percaya-percaya aja ketika kita divonis satu penyakit dan salah satu tindakan yang harus kita lakukan adalah operasi.

Sebenernya, untuk jadi pasien kritis dan pinter salah satunya bisa dengan kembali ke common sense yang udah dibekali sama guru-guru kita dulu melalui pelajaran-pelajaran yang mereka ajarin.

Misalnya, virus itu enggak bisa mati dan enggak bisa diobatin sama antibiotik. Antibiotik cuma bisa ngebunuh bakteri. Terus misalnya lagi dengan mengenal berbagai sistem di dalam tubuh kita. Ada sistem pernafasan, ada sistem pencernaan, ada sistem reproduksi, yang semuanya bekerja dengan sistem masing-masing untuk menyokong kehidupan kita. Jadi, kalau misalnya dokter bilang ada infeksi di mata trus yang harus dioperasi adalah bagian pencernaan, yang mana letak dan fungsinya agak berjauhan, kita bisa mempertanyakan lagi ke dokternya gimana kemungkinan itu bisa terjadi.

Misalnya lagi, common sense soal listrik yang merambat paling cepat melalui air. Itulah kenapa kita harus menjaga supaya ujung colokan itu tetap kering.

Misalnya lagi, kimia asam + kimia basa itu = netral. Jadi kalau misalnya masakan keaseman ya tinggal dikasih garam untuk mengurangi rasa asemnya. Begitu juga sebaliknya. Atau saat asam lambung tinggi, ya jangan ditambah makan yang asem-asem. Minum susu juga enggak akan membantu karena susu lama-lama jadi asam di perut (inget aja yogurt) dan malah bikin perut makin melilit.

Misalnya lagi, kalo ngitung keramik lantai ya berdasarkan luas (panjang dikali lebar) dan kalau ngitung cat rumah ya berdasarkan keliling (2 kali panjang + 2 kali lebar). Boong aja kalo ada abang-abang yang ngitung keramiknya pake itungan keliling.

Masih banyak banget sebenernya hal-hal mendasar ilmu pengetahuan yang simple tapi sifatnya absolut, yang kita sering lupa, tapi sebenernya itu yang bisa jadi bekal supaya kita lebih waspada. Sering banget (termasuk gue) kita ngeles “Tapi gue anak IPS!” hahahaha… coba inget-inget lagi, semua itu kita pelajari waktu SD, lho! Jauh sebelum kita memilih (atau takdir memilihkan) kita masuk jurusan IPA atau IPS :)