Ngerumpi Lintas Generasi

Ternyata keren ya the power of ngerumpi itu. Bukan ngerumpi yg ngata-ngatain orang alias gibah gitu. Tapi ngobrol-ngobrol ringan tentang berbagai hal yang bahkan nampaknya crunchy tapi sebenarnya banyak mengandung kalimat-kalimat deep in meaning gitu. Karena ngobrolnya sama ibu-ibu, remaja, dan kakak-kakak komplek rumah jadi namanya ngerumpi. Gitu sih maksud saya...

Yang menjadikan keren adalah saya jadi tahu banyak hal aja gitu dari terlibat dalam lakon ngerumpi itu. Misalnya saya jadi tahu kalo Raisa yg konon salah satu dari lima godaan duniawi (harta, tahta, Raisa, Isyana, Pevita) itu ternyata pacaran sama Hamish Daud sedangkan saya nggak ngerti Hamish Daud itu yang mana. Hehehehe.

Eitssssss, tapi kan jargon (saya) ngerumpi itu salah satu cara enlarging knowledge, saya pun mengulik pengetahuan si ibu tetangga dan jadilah saya tahu Hamish Daud itu yang mana dan jadi tahu juga kalo dia punya rumah tinggal sama orang tuanya itu di pinggir pantai sebuah pulau gitu. Rumahnya juga, konon kata salah satu ibu tetangga, ramah dan hangat nggak tegas kaku macam resort mewah gitu.

Haiyaaaaa…. Keren amat yak pengetahuan yang saya dapat dari ngerumpi. Hahahahaha

Maaf, kalau nampaknya remah-remah rengginan gitu. Tapi bagi saya hal-hal semacam itu keren nan menghibur. Itu contoh satu aja… Lainnya? Banyak!

Contoh lain nih ya, saya jadi tahu kalo bikin sambel korek alias sambel bawang yang buat penyetan itu enaknya kalo bawangnya digoreng bentar dulu. Kenapa? Biar jadi gampang diulek dan ngilangin rasa getar khas bawang putih itu. Sebenernya pencetus info itu ibu saya sendiri sih, saya tahu juga sih dari mengamati sepak terjang beliau di dapur, tapi lebih ngena aja kalo denger lagi pas ngerumpi gitu.

Doa saya sih semoga selalu dapat lakon ngerumpi yang berfaedah gitu, yang nggak ngomongin jeleknya orang, yang berbuah ide-ide kece macam daripada arisan cuma buat seru-seruan mending diganti jadi nabung kolektif yang ntar pas bongkaran diserahkan ke masing-masing dalam bentuk uang buat bayar hewan qurban. Gitu aja sih pengennya saya...

Blogsphere, I'm Back

Oh, praise to Allah...

This relief of being able to get my account back.

HolaHalo

I'm supposed to proofread my thesis at this very second I write this blablabla, but all of sudden I remember that I have a page of secrets in another world called the house of "Cerita Kepompong" that I've neglected for decades.

So here I am trying to do up (though it isn’t much) this page of secret.

And now it's time for update biar kaya blog-blog lain yang udah lama nggak dijamah sama yang punya itu. 

Wuih gaya bet pake sok-sokan update, emang ada yang baca? 
Ada yang mau tau updatedan dari kamu gitu?

 I don't care. Saya sih nggak peduli ada yang baca atau nggak. Yang penting saya menjalankan petuah Pak Forrester "write like no one will read your writing".

Now, I'm working on my thesis. 

Sebagaimana mahasiswa tingkat dewa akhir lainnya, saya pun sedang membanting jari di keyboad  laptop tulang berusaha menyelesaikan skripsi saya. Dulu nih ya, duluuuuuuuu banget saya heran kenapa kok kalo ngerjain skripsi itu pada lamaaaaa bener bahkan pada nggak kelar kaya kakak sepupu dan om saya. Padahal mereka termasuk golongan orang dengan otak terberkati. Sekarang saya paham kenapa hal itu bisa terjadi. Banyak faktor ternyata, sodara sebangsa dan setanah air Indonesia raya. Contoh paling simpel nih ya, bisa jadi gara-gara kartun. Tau Adventure Time alias Fin and Jake kan? Petualang dua sahabat beda spesies bernama Fin and Jake itu kan seru tuh, nha itu bisa jadi distraction pas ngerjain skripsi. Buka laptop-kedengeran opening song-nya Adventure Time-tinggalin laptop-nonton tv dulu-kelar kartunnya-balik ke laptop-buka folder "skripsi"-nggak jadi ding, mending buka KamuTabung YouTube cari episode Adventure Time yang kemarin-kemarin. Itu contoh paling simpel. Yang lebih rumit? Ada! Diajak kerja dosen. Ini susah ini. Apalagi kalo yang ngajak dosen pembimbing. Mau nolak yo piyeeeee, yen di-iya-in kok yo beraaaat. Akhirnya pasrah waelah... haha

Dan dan dan…. kemarin saya menghadap penguasa ketua jurusan saya, konsul tentang sidang pendadaran. Daaaaannnn finally I have the lists of the names of the board of examiners di hari pertanggungjawaban amalan kuliah saya nanti. 

 Nanti? Emang kapan?

Soon.

Pas tau siapa penguji utama, langsung glek! Nelen ludah. Ini bapak dosen wuiiiiiih super sekali, sodara-sodara. Kesaksian dari mereka yang pas sidang diuji sama beliau adalah “wah, wooow banget. Aku “dikupas”.” Karena eh karena si bapak ini pemahaman akan teori linguistik terutama language acquisition-nya super mario bros! Makanya kalo nguji, nggak ada ampun deh. Belum sempat jawab satu pertanyaan, udah diberondong dengan pertanyaan lain. Dan yang lebih wow adalah r.e.v.i.s.i. mereka yang diuji sama bapak ini jadi pusing, lemah, lesu kehabisan tenaga justru pas ngerjain revisi. Tapi nggak apa-apa, pursuing for perfection isn’t easy, rite?

Udah ah sok-sokan apdetnya. Sebaiknya saya lanjut menyelesaikan misi mengakhiri masa mahasiswa tingkat dewa akhir saya. Emak pengen saya wisuda. Pak Kaprodi pengen saya yudisium. Mr. U pengen saya nggak kebanyakan wira-wiri ke Jogja sendirian. :)

It's getting late but .....

I'm laying on my bed, getting tired of counting the sheeps. And the sheeps must be tired jumping forward and backward either, I supposed. Yet, still, can't even close my eyes for less than 5 eeconds. I'm fully alert now.

Anyway, it's raining and quite chilly now. But I like it. :)

Orang bilang “Kalo nggak sekolah, mau jadi apa? Yang sekolah aja belum tentu sukses apa lagi yang nggak sekolah.”

Itu omong kosong kalo saya bilang.

Sekolah memang penting, tapi itu bukan penentu sukses tidaknya kita menjalani hidup. Yang penting bukan sekolahnya, tapi mau belajar atau nggak. Asal mau belajar, mau refleksi, pasti bisa sukses.

One thing to consider, sukses nggak melulu diukur dengan uang. Dan belajar bisa dari mana saja, nggak harus dari sekolah.

Lihat aja Bob Sadinoe. Dilihat dari materi yang dia punya, siapa yang bisa menyangkal dia itu sukses? Tapi, emang dia sekolah ke Amerika, Ameriki, Amesiapaajaterserah dulu biar bisa sukses bangung kerajaan bisnisnya gitu? Nggak kan?

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!

Youmayreadthisblablablaifyouwantto

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.

This...

These are what happened just now.

Checking WhatsApp. Up dating contacts. Scrolling up and down. Then, a profpic caught my eyes. It is one of my lecturer's picture. And, she just amazes me as always.. She is smart. She is beautiful. She's got character. She can speak Dutch. Oh my... I wanna be like her.

(Agak Galau) Akhir Tahun 2012

Akhir tahun.

Final projects matkul-matkul dewa menunggu untuk dikerjakan. Deadline semakin dekat.

Emang sih kewajiban utama mahasiswa itu salah duanya belajar dan ngerajin tugas, tapi yah gitu deh. Tau kewajiban, belum sadar kewajiban. Hasilnya ya cuma nunda-nunda ngerjain, sekalinya udah deket deadline gini kelimpungan. Salah saya sendiri sih..

Penat. Agak bosan dengan rutinitas.

Semacam kaget. Rasanya satu tahun cepet berlalu gitu aja. Nggak berasa. Ke mana aja? Ngapain aja? No idea.

Ujian udah di depan mata. Oh, ya?? Udah mau UAS lg. Makin tua aja ini semester kuliah saya.

Udah harus mulai persipan KKN-PPL. Mau ngapain nanti pas KKN-PPL? Nggak tau. :o

Masih belum banyak tau. Sekian semester kuliah kok ya gini-gini aja. Bukan maksud underestimate diri sendiri, tapi ya begitulah.. Masih belum tau apa-apa. Ini belum tau, itu belum tau, apa lagi yang lainnya.

Sudahlah. Sekian untuk malam ini. Sebaiknya tidak dilanjutkan. Semakin galau nantinya.

Again.. I Miss You..

Again.. I write to you, brother. I know it may be riddiculous writing to someone who has gone far away, but it's my only way to comfort myself..

Hai there.. How are you? Time moves pretty fast here. I've gone through pretty long without you beside me.. Again, I miss you. I miss you even more and this feeling is getting stronger each day.

I just watched a movie entitled 5 Cm which is adapted from a novel with the same title. Do you happen to know this very novel? This one is a great read, I'm sure you must like it just like I and mom do.

Anyway, it is not about I'm telling you how great the movie is, but it is about the relationship between two characters in 5 Cm, Arinda and Arial. Arinda and Arial are siblings, they are twins actually. Reading the story about them and watching how they get together remind me to you. Watching how Arial treat her sister made me turn green with envy.

Watching how Arial and Arinda get together makes me miss you so much. I even cried on my way home for missing you. I don't know what to say, I simply miss you..

I think this writing is overdoze "miss you", but who cares anyway??!

5 Cm is mostly about friendship. People say this very movie is a must watch movie with besties. My besties were you, mom, and dad and now there are mom and dad left. I'd like to say that I am quite solely, I have no one to share my feeling, thought, story, but mom and dad and you. Mom said we get to watch the movie together this weekend. And it means it will be the second time I watch the movie. I wish you were here..

I miss you.. I miss your knocking my door waking me for Subuh..

Tell me what should I do when I miss you..

Sudah. Jangan Galau (Period)

Sudah... Jangan galau...

Ingat, hidup itu ya yang sekarang ini, detik ini. Detik saat udara memasuki rongga hidung-tenggorok-paru paru. Detik saat darah mengalir di pembuluh darah. Detik ketika impuls melompat dari satu sinapsis ke sinapsis ain. Detik ketika mata berkedip. Detik ketika nutrisi diserap tubuh.

Hidup itu present tense. Hidup itu bukan past tense juga bukan future tense. Jangan memikirkan yang sudah lalu, itu hanya akan akan menahan diri menyadari detik ini, masa sekarang. Jangan terlalu merisaukan masa depan, itu hanya akan membuat diri cemas dan lupa menikmati detik ini, masa sekarang.

Terlalu banyak past tense hanya akan memberikan banyak "seandainya waktu itu". Terlalu banyak future tense hanya akan memberikan terlalu banyak dosis "bagaimana nanti kalau". Jalani, nikmati, pikirkan, telaah present tense. Hidup akan jauh dari galau...

Me Time

Me time is not that difficult to find. Every second is a me time if only we allow it to be..

Just enjoy whatever we do at this very second, it can be a me time.

Just let ourself get into everything we do, it can be a me time.

Listening to some good music when we are waiting for our car being washed is quite a me time.. If only we enjoy it..

Reading a good book when we are waiting for our mom is quite a me time.. If only we enjoy it..

Listening to some good music when we are on the commuter train is quite a me time.. If only we enjoy it..

Reading a good story when we are waiting for our lecturer is quite a me time.. If only we enjoy it..