Sakit yang Menjalar ke Paru-paru

Perasaan saya hari ini agak tenang. Apa saya sudah merelakan semua yang terjadi dan memilih menikmatinya?
Ah, tentu saja belum. Saya ga begitu menerima kenyataan, tapi bukan berarti hari ini saya ga merasa agak tenang ya? Emosi saya bisa redup seiring jalannya waktu ko.

Tapi telepon dia jam 5 sore ini bikin saya agak bergetar, meski gak sampe nangis. (Saya sendiri aneh kenapa saya ga nangis. Biasanya begitu hal semacam ini terjadi saya minimal nangis meski bentar atau air matanya dikit. Apa ini artinya saya sudah lebih kuat? Atau saya lebih bebal? Atau saya sudah tidak peka lagi hatinya? Saya sendiri engga tau.)

Kalo bicara sakit, ya jelas sakit. Rasanya seperti bener-bener punya paru-paru. Rasa sakit itu merambat di paru-paru saya, jadi keberadaan si paru-paru saya ini bener-bener kerasa.

Apa nanti saya bisa sembuh? Apa nanti Allah akan memberi saya pengganti? Atau Allah mengembalikan yang saya miliki sebelum telpon ini?

Saya sama sekali gagal menerawang masa depan. Ga ada petunjuk satupun.

Pameran Gerakan Non Blok :D

Sambil nunggu pemutaran Sang Perintis yang dibintangi Lasut dan Soenoe,

saya iseng ke Pameran Gerakan Non Blok.

Ini sedikit jepretannya.

Konsep timeline dari awal hingga GNB sekarang. Keren banget. Lengkap nempel di dinding.

Tembok timeline ini panjang dan lengkap banget dari hari ke hari.

Karena pemberkasan Indonesia kurang baik, katanya data ini dikumpulkan dari

Kelas Menulis Pak Budhiyana

Jadi hari ini ada kelas menulisnya Pak Budhiyana di Museum Asia Afrika, soal Jurnalisme Damai. Keren banget meski saya telat datang. Pak Budhiyana hari ini kelihatan lebih santai; kaos biru laut, jeans, zipper coklat sama sepatu coklat yang santai juga. Terakhir saya ketemu dia, dia lagi pake stelan gitu. Haha :)
Kelihatan lucu sih, sedikit. Soalnya keseringan liat dia pake rompi yang banyak sakunya. Rompi khas wartawan gitu.

Pak Budhiyana gak cuma ngasih pemikiran-pemikirannya Lynch, Goldrick sama Om Johan Galtung di kelasnya, tapi juga berbagi cerita trauma wartawan yang dikirim jadi Peace Journalist dan War Journalist. Tapi sebelum ngobrolin trauma, bahas dikit dulu soal Peace Journalist atau War Journalist ya. :))

I Love Friday Because Its Near with Weekend. I Love Weekend Because Its Near with Monday and Monday is My Favorit Hell :p

It was week ago at Rifa's room, I started falling in love with acoustic version of Linkin Park's New Divide. :)
Thats so nice like brand of sausage. (God please..)

New Divide Acoustic Person

by Girl who have beautiful sound (cz it is and Idk her name)

I remembered black skies the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect this space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide

There was nothing inside  The memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide

The ashes fell like snow

And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And

your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

In every loss in every lie. In every truth that you deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

When I'm listening this song, I remember my bench-mate at first semester. Her name is Wardah. She is married and staying at her town now. I remember, once upon a time Wardah told me that she was so appreciating every Friday by said; "THANKS GOD, ITS FRIDAY!"

I remember Wardah and her Friday's thankful because I realize that today is Friday.

Of course I dont late to remember today is Friday. I meannn... It's 8.00 PM now :) It's still Friday and let's scream together: "THANKS GOD, IT'S FRIDAAAAAY.."

Im alone at home after this tired day. I actually need to go to top roof to dry my clothes but Im such in worry theres a bad ghost there. I dont like being alone, it makes me thinking someting.. Something bad. -____-

Like a ghost, bugs, rats.. Tiger, snake, eagle and so many more -____________-

Im gonna watch all programs of  @KompasTV tonite. Because I stay at that channel from 6PM and feel so addicted. Lets underlined it: Lukman Sardi is on TV, on @KompasTV 2 hour ago :D and how lucky I am because I watch hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmm (I watch him lose by Elementary student -___-)

1 hour ago I watched Spice of Life, its kind of cooking program on @KompasTV. The guest star is chef from Anatolia, Turkce. It makes me remember my language program. I pass the classes for so many times -_-

That's not good. (Really sorry and peaceful greeting to my Cecep Abi, youre the beeeeest Turkce Language Teacher ever, really :D )

Well, I have some promises for tomorrow, that means I can just sit, surf and watch TV tomorrow. But I know that people shouldnt have a lot of leisure time. It can makes some boring, thinking something bad and anything which is not good.

People have to be productive, so I try to be like that, as productive as I can.
:)

Well, see you tomorrow, fellows. Remember, miracle never comes by itself :D

Mungkin Karena Sudah Terlalu Lama

Mungkin karena sudah terlalu lama cerita tak diperlihatkan pada dunia,

mungkin karena sudah terlalu lama yang sebenarnya itu disimpan di balik dada,

mungkin karena sudah terlalu lama, jangan ditahan lagi ya?

:

tidak ada yang paling mengenal ceritanya

kecuali Tuhan, dia dan aku.

Tiba-tiba saya kangen, pada blog saya. Saya tahu banyak sarang laba-laba di sini. Tapi sarang laba-laba selalu bisa dibersihkan kan? Ayo ambil kemoceng dan mulai posting lagi.
:))