Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Eiffel



Cantik banget ya? Aku pengen banget ke sana. Suatu hari pasti bisa! :)

Surat Untuk Firman

Kawan, kita sebaya. Hanya bulan yang membedakan usia. Kita tumbuh di tengah sebuah generasi dimana tawa bersama itu sangat langka. Kaki kita menapaki jalan panjang dengan langkah payah menyeret sejuta beban yang seringkali bukan urusan kita. Kita disibukkan dengan beragam masalah yang sialnya juga bukan urusan kita. Kita adalah anak-anak muda yang dipaksa tua oleh televisi yang tiada henti mengabarkan kebencian. Sementara adik-adik kita tidak tumbuh sebagaimana mestinya, narkoba politik uang membunuh nurani mereka. Orang tua, pendahulu kita dan mereka yang memegang tampuk kekuasaan adalah generasi gagal. Suatu generasi yang hidup dalam bayang-bayang rencana yang mereka khianati sendiri. Kawan, akankah kita berhenti lantas mengorbankan diri kita untuk menjadi seperti mereka?
Di negeri permai ini, cinta hanyalah kata-kata sementara benci menjadi kenyataan. Kita tidak pernah mencintai apapun yang kita lakukan, kita hanya ingin mendapatkan hasilnya dengan cepat. Kita tidak mensyukuri berkah yang kita dapatkan, kita hanya ingin menghabiskannya. Kita enggan berbagi kebahagiaan, sebab kemalangan orang lain adalah sumber utama kebahagiaan kita. Kawan, inilah kenyataan memilukan yang kita hadapi, karena kita hidup tanpa cinta maka bahagia bersama menjadi langka. Bayangkan adik-adik kita, lupakan mereka yang tua, bagaimana mereka bisa tumbuh dalam keadaan demikian. Kawan, cinta adalah persoalan kegemaran. Cinta juga masalah prinsip. Bila kau mencintai sesuatu maka kau tidak akan peduli dengan yang lainnya. Tidak kepada poster dan umbul-umbul, tidak kepada para kriminal yang suka mencuci muka apalagi kepada kuli kamera yang menimbulkan kolera. Cinta adalah kesungguhan yang tidak dibatasi oleh menang dan kalah.
Hari-hari belakangan ini keadaan tampak semakin tidak menentu. Keramaian puluhan ribu orang antre tidak mendapatkan tiket. Jutaan orang lantang bersuara demi sepakbola. Segelintir elit menyiapkan rencana jahat untuk menghancurkan kegembiraan rakyat. Kakimu, kawan, telah memberi makna solidaritas. Gocekanmu kawan, telah mengundang tarian massal tanpa saweran. Terobosanmu, kawan, menghidupkan harapan kepada adik-adik kita bahwa masa depan itu masih ada. Tendanganmu kawan, membuat orang-orang percaya bahwa kata “bisa” belum punah dari kehidupan kita. Tetapi inilah buruknya hidup di tengah bangsa yang frustasi, semua beban diletakkan ke pundakmu. Seragammu hendak digunakan untuk mencuci dosa politik. Kegembiraanmu hendak dipunahkan oleh iming-iming bonus dan hadiah. Di Bukit Jalil kemarin, ada yang mengatakan kau terkapar, tetapi aku percaya kau tengah belajar. Di Senayan esok, mereka bilang kau akan membalas, tetapi aku berharap kau cukup bermain dengan gembira.
Firman Utina, kapten tim nasional sepak bola Indonesia, bermain bola lah dan tidak usah memikirkan apa-apa lagi. Sepak bola tidak ada urusannya dengan garuda di dadamu, sebab simbol hanya akan menggerus kegembiraan. Sepak bola tidak urusannya dengan harga diri bangsa, sebab harga diri tumbuh dari sikap dan bukan harapan. Di lapangan kau tidak mewakili siapa-siapa, kau memperjuangkan kegembiraanmu sendiri. Di pinggir lapangan, kau tidak perlu menoleh siapa-siapa, kecuali Tuan Riedl yang percaya sepak bola bukan dagangan para pecundang. Berlarilah Firman, Okto, Ridwan dan Arif, seolah-olah kalian adalah kanak-kanak yang tidak mengerti urusan orang dewasa. Berjibakulah Maman, Hamzah, Zulkifli dan Nasuha seolah-olah kalian mempertahankan kegembiraan yang hendak direnggut lawan. Tenanglah Markus, gawang bukan semata-mata persoalan kebobolan tetapi masalah kegembiraan membuyarkan impian lawan. Gonzales dan Irvan, bersikaplah layaknya orang asing yang memberikan contoh kepada bangsa yang miskin teladan.
Kawan, aku berbicara tidak mewakili siapa-siapa. Ini hanyalah surat dari seorang pengolah kata kepada seorang penggocek bola. Sejujurnya, kami tidak mengharapkan Piala darimu. Kami hanya menginginkan kegembiraan bersama dimana tawa seorang tukang becak sama bahagianya dengan tawa seorang pemimpin Negara. Tidak, kami tidak butuh piala, bermainlah dengan gembira sebagaimana biasanya. Biarkan bola mengalir, menarilah kawan, urusan gol seringkali masalah keberuntungan. Esok di Senayan, kabarkan kepada seluruh bangsa bahwa kebahagiaan bukan urusan menang dan kalah. Tetapi kebahagiaan bersumber pada cinta dan solidaritas. Berjuanglah layaknya seorang laki-laki, kawan. Adik-adik kita akan menjadikan kalian teladan!

Copy-paste dari: E.S. ITO

Terima kasih ya, Bang :)

#2010memories

1. My birthday (5 January 2010). I got the newest Incognito's album: Tales from The Beach, from my daddy as my birthday gift.

2. As 9th grader, my friends and I were fighting a lot to face and break down the UAN test. Not only UAN test, but also final school and practical test. We studied so hard but finally we could pass it and got a beautiful marks :)

3. Trip to Bali with my schoolmates. But not all of them, only some. It's not important for me, the important one is there are 30 of 37 students in my class join this trip and we really had fun!! I miss it literally :(

4. Yearbook. We looked for the theme, where, when, and what must we wear for the yearbook's photos. We did some meeting to find them. Finally, my classmates and I took many photos in Den Nanny restaurant and after that we had dinner in Pizza Hut! >:D

5. The 2 months holiday while the 9th grader were waiting for the announcement of UAN result and registration for High School. I spent it to do many things with my classmates. Went to beach, took a walk, watched movies, went somewhere, and manymore...

6. 7 Mei 2010. It was the day when the result of UAN test was announced. I was very nervous. And my mother said that.... I got 38.30 and I really didn't understand how to express it. Cried, laughed, yelled, kept silent, giggled, smiled, nervous, everythiiing!! Thank Allah, Thanks, Thanks, Alhamdulillaaaaaah :"")

7. A moment when I had to choose where I should go: SMA Taruna Nusantara or SMA N 3 Yogyakarta. I cried all day long for more than 3 days. I did a lot prayer to Allah. I asked many people: parents, friends, aunt, uncle, my teachers, grandparents, and so on. That was the hardest part or moment in 2010. Finally I chose SMA N 3 Yogyakarta. I still hope until now I took a right decision.

8. A day of high school registration. I didn't felt anything would get worse. And that was true. I could get in to SMA N 3 Yogyakarta without any problems, naturally, perfect. For once again, I thanked to Allah a lot.

9. PRA-MOS and MOS-PPLB. I can't say anything here. It is too memorable. A moment where I started to understand how precious a togetherness and a hardwork.

10. Started high school life. It's hard and I feel it until now. Go home late, seldom to do homeworks, join many clubs and organizations, be the one crew of an event, tried to be drafter of an event, stressed out of many tasks, got a bad mark on a test, etcetera. But I believe it can make me stronger and tougher girl.


Do my experiences in 2010 worthy? Yes, they do. Very worthy.

Nana.

Hello

Hello. It such a long time no update post in my blog. Because I don't have much time to connect to cyber. As I told you, High School life change everything, include my life style.

So, I just have 2 weeks to spend for having leisure after the semester test. About my report book, actually the marks on it are quite good, but for me, it hasn't yet. I think my report book supposed to have better marks, besides I feel I haven't studied hard to face the final test.

On those 2 weeks, I spend for doing free and relaxing activities in my home, watched rent movie dvds, had vacation to Jakarta, have meeting in school (it's informal meeting, it's about PSIKOPAD!), and went to Glagah beach with my friends. I should thank God because this holiday I can spend my times for more useful and refreshing things.

Sometimes, I feel like I would never have an exciting holiday, because my parents always work from morn 'till afternoon, everyday even in my holiday. I always have much boring time during my holiday. I just spend it for watch TV all day long or sleep or tidy my own room. And moreover, if I want to go somewhere, I have to go by bus. My parents are forbid me to go anywhere by motorcycle. They said I haven't been mature enough to ride it. For me, it is really bothering.

But, this holiday is much better than many holidays before. As I wrote above, I should Thank God for it. Though I still feel like I haven't felt the real atmosphere of holiday, but at least I can have vacation with my parents to Jakarta. It's more worthy than anything.

Finally, I wish I can spend the night of new years eve with my family or fiends maybe. With a lot of funny and memorable things.

Monday, 27 December 2010

The Devil Weras Prada


Bagus banget yaaa ternyata filmnya? Telat banget sih.

Thanks.

"At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

If you love your dad, reblog"

It is good.