Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

August 18, 2013

68 Tahun

Image from here.




17 Agustus 1945.
Sudah enam puluh delapan tahun berlalu.

Saya ingat ketika masih kecil ikut lomba 17-an di lingkungan RT (siapa sih yang enggak ikutan?). Saya ingat pertama kali ikut lomba lari kelereng, langsung, dan langsung semangat untuk ikut lomba lainnya. Tentunya saya nggak menang di lomba selanjutnya (lomba lari). Pernah juga dengan sotoynya ikut lomba nangkap belut waktu SMA. Saya pikir nggak ada yang perlu ditakutin dari seekor belut. Teman-teman sampai heran saya mau ikutan lomba itu. Dan benar saja setelah saya pegang... yaksss tekstur tubuhnya yang super lembek dan nggak berhenti meliuk-liuk membuat saya terbayang saudaranya yang sesama mollusca. Tapi saya memang termasuk keras kepala. Saya nggak akan percaya lomba nangkap belut itu susah sebelum saya buktikan sendiri. Hehe.

Saya nggak mau terdengar sok ngerti atau apa, tapi bangsa ini memang masih perlu banyak belajar dan berbenah diri. Kemarin sore saya terhibur dengan acara TV. Mulai dari dokumenter sejarah berhubung momen kemerdekaan (saya nonton tentang Westerling) dan sebuah acara mengenai orang-orang yang hidup di perbatasan. Sungguh memprihatinkan kehidupan mereka. Pasar aja nggak ada. Mereka harus berjalan kaki berjam-jam untuk bisa berjualan sayur di negeri tetangga. Sekolah-sekolahnya kekurangan murid. Listrik pun nggak ada. Tapi ada beberapa anak muda yang peduli dan mengajari mereka membuat blog dan mengisi blog dengan tulisan-tulisan sederhana mereka, dengan opini-opini mereka supaya bisa didengar oleh dunia. Membuat blog baru dan postingan pertama paling lama mungkin butuh waktu sekitar 5 menit bagi kita. Buat mereka, butuh waktu lebih lama dari itu karena kendalanya apalagi kalau bukan sinyal. Gila ya. Mudah-mudahan nggak lama lagi kita bisa bangkit dan semua rakyat Indonesia bisa sejahtera. Saya suka heran. Orang yang sengaja korupsi itu, mereka pernah nggak sih nonton acara serupa? Punya TV nggak sih di rumahnya? Tahu nggak sih kalau pembangunan masih belum merata? Karena kalau iya, rasanya nggak akan tega merampok uang negara yang seharusnya bisa bermanfaat bagi rakyat.

Saya cinta Indonesia. 
Sekian.

December 22, 2011

Me and My Mother

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It's hard to find the right words that would describe her as good as I hope it would be. But let me try. For years, I thought I have a love-hate relationship with my mother. But sure I was wrong...


Sometimes it seems like we live in different world.
I like music though I'm not always up to date. She doesn't even know the singer of the song she likes, unless those she really likes.
I like rock music. She goes for old ballads and thinks rock stars are just sort of a bunch of trouble-makers.
She's fine with onions and garlics while I dislike them.
She only writes in cursive and I'm pretty flexible.
She likes dark chocolate and wonder why I love white chocolate.
I'm gonna need a whole another day to list all the differences. But that's not the point.


Growing up was hard and I'm sure I also gave her hard time facing me. I remember hating her teacher of this computer course. He upgraded our PC and acting like he wanted to be my BFF. Even though he thinks Avenged Sevenfold was pretty cool, I just can't be friends with a person who suddenly came to my territory and talked and talked and talked until I am bored, and suggested me to do things. Who the hell you think you are? So, I was trying my best to still act nice but I think somehow it showed on my face. I thought my mother was going to tell me that I shouldn't be acting like that as soon as he was gone. But she didn't. Maybe she already get used to it because I've been acting like that towards strangers, especially the ones that suddenly came, look at me with their eyes saying 'Such a poor kid', and then try to tell me what to do.


There were also time when she tried to dress me up a bit more 'proper' when I was younger. In time she finally understands (or already gave up) that I'm just a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl. I'd wear skirt or dress if I want to, but just don't force me. Sometimes she's mad at me for being so stubborn and not liking the stuffs she bought for me. And I'm getting mad at her for forcing me instead of just being accepting.
She does things that annoy me sometimes; how she talks on the phone so loud, spoken to me a list of things to do when I'm half-awake in the morning which I soon forgot when I'm fully-awake, and many other things! Well, I'm sure she also have list of things I do that annoy her... 

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But this isn't a love-hate relationship. It's pure love.
We've grown up together and still growing. It's not always been easy but it feels a bit lighter with her by my side. She gave me space when I need it, without I need to ask her for it. She makes me feel safe by just being in the same room with her. I don't know if she realized, but she makes me stronger. Years ago after I was thirteen I promised to myself not to cry in front of her anymore. Because she would cry with me if I do and it hurts to see her that way, it hurts as bad as the reason of the tears itself. I could never ask for a better mother than her. She's tough, independent, and bold. She's the real life role model for me. I hope I will be as strong as her. And I will surely teach my future kids things I learned from her. 



Happy Mother's Day, Mama and also to all amazing mothers around the world.
I know everyone saying this about their mother, but my mother is the best one in the galaxy. Period.

June 27, 2011

I write like... wow

Belakangan ini sedang dibunuh pelan-pelan oleh tugas-tugas akhir kuliah yang sangat tidak manusiawi.
Belum lagi UAS take home nanti. The only one to blame is my procrastinating habit.
Baiklah. Gue bikin postingan singkat ini bukan untuk ngomongin tugas.

Baru saja mampir ke blog temen, si debucahaya dan akhirnya mencoba I Write Like ini. Dan hasilnya....


I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!


Wow.
Agak kaget sendiri begitu hasilnya keluar.
Gue udah baca bukunya yang Lolita. Terlepas dari inti ceritanya yang agak gimana gitu,
gue suka cara dia mendeskripsikan setiap detail. I think it's beautiful.

Nggak sabar sampai akhir minggu pertama Juli berakhir dan gue bisa melaksanakan agenda liburan!

Read the Printed Word!