KKNPPL-Afterwords

Birds of a feather flock together, the famous proverb says... but, it isn’t always. Sometimes, birds of different feather can flock together. And, that’s what I found when I was having my KKN-PPL.


Supposed my KKN-PPL teammates and I were birds, we were birds with different species, feather, and origin. We are much different. We come from different places, have different background, have different way of life and thinking. But, we share one thing in common, that is we have the same goal, passing the KKN-PPL.


21 sophomore students (and 4 additional students) with various background and barely knew each other grouped into a team and sent to do KKN-PPL in a school and distric somewhere in Sleman, out of expectation, we could make it well, very well I can say. During our about six month period of KKN-PPL, we’ve been through many things together.


At the very first, everyone was so bashful and somehow building wall around themselves to keep the others away. But, it was six months ago. Now, it feels like we’ve been friend since we’re born. Hha. Call me pleonastic then. Hhe. As time went by, everyone was getting into the others well and hopefully, we will still be friends ever after. J


And now, as the KKN-PPL has come to the end, all we have is memory. Memories of all the riddiculous things we’ve done, all the ups and downs we’ve been through, all the laughs, cry, smiles, and sweat, all the jokes and curses, and all things we’ve shared.


Dear you my teammates, thank you, everyone. Thank you... You, guys, are amazing..


Dear you my students, thank you for having me in your classes. Keep learning and pursue your dream. J









P.S: A friend of mine has nicely written about the 25 birds in the flock. Check it here 

Growing Up

That experience is the best teacher is undeniable. Yet, it dosen't mean that we have to experience everything to take lessons to learn. Too risky. Bear in mind, the best teacher is not always what we experienced personally, everyone's experience is a great teacher if only we are willing to learn and curious enough to dig deeper to find the precious treasure that life offers to us.. That's the best way of growing up, I guess..

This Itsy-Bitsy

Someone kindly keeps reminding me to stop complaining.

Things I've been through lately call me to be thankful more and more.

The universe, through its mysterious way, has showed me that I've been blessed all the way.

But still, human. I keep complaining about things. About my inability to get back home. About weather. About banana and papaya. About schedule. And many other itsy-bitsy.

Well, things do not always go our way, right? Get bored of the routine, fed up with the traffic, tired of going around. Well, that's human. But, should we, at least, I keep complaining?

Someone told me, better go the way the universe  goes on. Well, yes. That's the best way of life, I guess. Go with the flow but make sure we don't lose the control.

July First

Hi, World..

It's me again. Gereeting you from a place that I'll visit the most for these coming three months.

This is my first day having PPL. What is PPL? Well, go Google it. Hhe

On this very first day, it's fun actually. And hopefully it'll last till the end of September when PPL comes to an end.

Well, that's all, I guess. Gotta help the librarian. Ciao!

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Mama said home is where the heart is when I left that town..

That song used to be my tranquilizer when I couldnt go home. But, it's lost its magic power, I guess. It changes nothing now. I still miss my home. Homesick. Yes, you may call it so..

I miss being in a mountain. I miss the green trees, fresh air, crystal clear water. I miss the chill. I miss the dew  on the grass tickling my feet when I step on it. Ah, I miss it so bad..

Dear time, please give me some minutes to be there for real, not merely in my dreams..

What makes your day? Many. But what ruins your day? No idea.

And now, sitting under this tree, having a mango juice, watching two yellow-green birds in a cage, I don't know what I'm suposed to feel. I'm in a quandary, I guess.

If I were a bird, could fly wherever I want , I wonder, where would I go?

People say "go travel somewhere at least once in a year". It's for sake of refreshment. But, does it work for everyone? What about someone like me? Easily get homesickness. Hardly mingling with people. Tend to be solely.

Well, whatever it is. It's better not to think about such thing, for now.

I'd better stop writing now. Ciao.

How Rain Works on Me

It's supposed to be summer, but these last few days, everyday is cloudy day. Drizzle comes everyday like there is no end. Somehow, I like it anyway.

Yes, I do miss sunshine, but I like these moist sky even more. I enjoy every rain drop. I like the chill. I like the cold air creeping to my lungs when I breathe.

Rain always brings me to indescribable feeling. Feeling safe and blissful yet insecure and blue somehow. I don't know what words can best describe it. I get myself bewildered by the mystifying atmosphere rain, drizzle, and cloud bring.

One more thing about rain, whenever the rain drops blur my vision, it's like my ears catch Israel Kamakawiwo'ole singing Somewhere over the Rainbow in a distance.

This..

You can only believe what is now, at this moment. Because in a second everything can change.

-Dexter

How They Address Me

It’s been pretty long since the last time I wrote something here. Well, time moves pretty fast then. And I... I keep postponing doing many things, I keep postponing writing here. I’m a dreadful procrastinator. Wasting time is my expertise. Pity, isn’t?

Well, it’s okay. Normal stuff, huh? Let me find a way to figure out how to deal with my not-so-good time management.

Many things I want to write here. However, I just don’t know where to begin.

I’m now a junior after the freshman and sophomore time back then. I’d like to say that to some extent everything’s gone by too fast, I think. I’ve missed several things, I think-again. But it’s okay.. No need to regret anything. Let bygones be bygones. My life isn’t yesterday, but today, huh? 

Anyway, there is something.. It feels like sand in my shoes.

Why? Why do people tend to call me “mbak”?

This makes me uncomfortable. Do I look that old? Or what?

I just have no idea why people tend to call me “mbak”. Even those who are literally older than me, still, tend to call me “mbak”.

Such addressing term burdens me, indeed. I personally think such addressing term is suitable for calling those who are spiritually, emotionally mature. Me? I don’t think I deserve to be called so. I don’t think I meet any qualifications to be considered as the more mature one than anyone else. So, everyone, please.. call me Winda. No more mbak Winda. Thank you.

Can I Say I'm on Holidays Now?

Duduk sendirian, jagain trolley yg fully loaded. Noticing si mbak yang kasih pengumuman has made several mistakes.

Tadi, baca di SoloPos online Kalimantan dinilai tepat jadi lokasi ibu kota kalau memang ibu kota negara tercinta harus dipindahkan dari Jakarta. Pas banget, I'm heading to calon lokasi ibu kota negara kita tercinta, bisa semacam survey. Hha. Berasa kaya orang penting aja sok survey.

Rasanya agak ngambang gitu. Belum lagi genap dua pekan yang lalu baru aja selesai diterpa badai akademik. Ujian semseter plus plus. Plus final projects matkul-matkul dewa yang datangnya kaya orang demo, grudukan. Belum lagi selesai recovery aftermath usai, beberapa hari yang lalu udah nginep di Tawangmangu, had a little hiking, dan sekarang going across the sea, flying like a dove.

Yang bikin ngambang adalah rasanya semua terjadi cepet banget dan semacam nggak sempat bikin planning gitu. Mungkin karena, mau nggak mau, terfokus pada berbagai tuntutan akademik, jadinya nggak sempat merancang apa yang akan dilakukan berikutnya, yang ada selesai A spontaniously lanjut B trus C trus dsb. Emang sepertinya semester 5 itu emmm... semester menuju puncak. Banyak tugas, banyak projects, persiapan KKN PPL.

Hari ini langit cerah, semoga penerbangan lancar. This is my first time going to Borneo island. I hope it would be a nice trip.

Dear All My Assignments

I did never sweat my assignments like this before. I used to welcome any homework, projects and assignments whole hearthly, happily. I could feel excitment rushing in my blood when I got homework or assignment to do. But now, it's all the way around. I don't know why but these few days, I can say, I'm sick of these assignments.

My mom and dad said "if you think you can make it, just do it. But if you think you can't, just relax, give yourself a break, don't push yourself too hard. Don't be mean to yourself."

I know it, mom, dad.. But I just can't relax while I have unfinished assignments. Note the 's' after the 'assignment'. See? It is plural, more than one, a lot actually.