tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53032600460702308252024-02-07T00:09:21.220-08:00JOURNAL OF LIFE's JOURNEYTry to live life to the fullest...My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-83703901558406854062017-05-14T22:47:00.001-07:002017-06-01T21:42:52.964-07:00And... It began<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes you're wondering how a story, your story will end. Sometimes you will ask yourself whether everything you plan would work as you expect or just fall instead.</span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yet, here one of my stories, or to be more specific, my love story has revealed its ending. I meant the ending of all the curiosities, all of the wishful thinking, all of the hopes, in between angst and everything, Allah showed us what has been covered behind, the man who would take my hand and walk along the way together with him for the rest of our life has come. The one who once came and never left the road we once agreed to take. The one who showed me how a good heart and perseverance would work just perfectly well once you just give the rest to ALLAH after working hard on it. He's the one who impressed me and continue doing it day by day. For everything you have done and keep doing it, thank you, Abang. I thank Allah for giving me this chance to be someone's wife in this life. I'm so glad I can't really describe that someone is you. Every time I think about this, I'm </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">so blessed and excited to start a new life with you, a kind hearted-guy I once fell for a long time ago but never thought that we could be together again after all those things that happened. long and another story about this to come for sure. XD</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">7 days. Right. Our togetherness is as short as it sounds, I know. It's just as heavy as both our hearts to bid a farewell for now. Insya Allah in around twelve days or shorter we will be reunited in a place where we could celebrate again and counting more our thankfulness to Allah who grants me this great great happiness by his side. We are going to walk down the memory lane soon and experience the blast to come, insya Allah.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Clearly 7 days was nothing for some people. but for us, it was a great chapter of introduction into a big, thick story book of two of us shaping the life of each other, together, till we grow old, together, aaamin Ya Rabbana.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>Alhamdulillah, since the Akad on May 7th at 8 pm, we are officially a husband and wife. 😊 </i></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AcaYR6b-Axwgp9ZSTFMB6bQVaN7nKXZ6lnpONS9UMRIj3H_IFvhzntOX2SpU-rXoHCjeDUwxCpKcW1Ib2qYsfEVD04YiruHR4bXhJU8Z9RUQpTgOvF8ZJGxRaSdindiL-YaxHDvc0-D_/s640/blogger-image--9227963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><br></i></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>(Polonia Airport, Medan on a busy Monday waiting for my next flight back to Banda Aceh)</i></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-79185037649757740972016-12-26T22:36:00.001-08:002016-12-26T22:36:12.709-08:00An odd lyrics translation<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>"You said you're not crying</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>but your voice was trembling</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>so I just held you there,</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i><br></i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>There's not even a hint that</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>we'll be able to promise a future </i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>for one another</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>so why me</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>I'm sure </i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>there's no answer to that</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i><br></i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>And you said you're not crying</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>but your voice was trembling</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i>..."</i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><i><br></i></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);">I know, I know. That's kind of weird feeling now when you read about it and think,"Wait! What was happening here?"</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);">How could she ended up with such lines on her notes. seems like those were from some random sad dramatic lyrics or some translation from an anime ost? an anime she once watched? Probably. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392);">And someone was just so in the mood of walking down memory lane to degree to consider including this leftover of some old note over here. Probably it is good to keep things that once had a meaning for the younger you, I guess. It's like looking into a mirror and see how much you grown up and how things (although it is just a little thing that probably you won't even remember if it was not kept in a page like that) just shaped you into a person you become now. I found it intriguing. </div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-24945743424307823752016-12-25T06:14:00.001-08:002016-12-25T06:28:19.830-08:00Email from Yesterday<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w5skSjBYISa2fVo2PhQ_lC1QObOvulIeR09vNA9_YLuBWA9V15sVxVcMT88JuRkUoq1-VZfhwgVr5S8jGveVqDGtW2r2usL8WOws4qRf9utcWx9eeg-FQH_xiKDFviH4p7O94NjNn00z/s640/blogger-image--484734186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w5skSjBYISa2fVo2PhQ_lC1QObOvulIeR09vNA9_YLuBWA9V15sVxVcMT88JuRkUoq1-VZfhwgVr5S8jGveVqDGtW2r2usL8WOws4qRf9utcWx9eeg-FQH_xiKDFviH4p7O94NjNn00z/s640/blogger-image--484734186.jpg"></a></div><br></div>It was there since yesterday I noticed. I however was surprised for its subject, "<i>Birthday message</i>" since it's not his birthday for sure and it's not coming in any time soon. In fact we share the same month. Thus, I was wondering and decided to just read it right away although that was not my plan when I checked my inbox. I just wanted to check if there's any email from school or my sponsorship. well, you don't know what you will get everyday in your inbox, right? <div><br></div><div>I landed on the sentences whereas he wrote about why he used that subject reply (which was a reply to my email to him years ago), to write me and how he nicely inferred whether it's me who once wrote him that email or its someone else. </div><div>Well, that just made me spontaneously whispered to myself, "yeah, probably people changed, no, the <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">feeling did...". </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">A friend of mine told me that and this time I'm pretty sure she's gonna be excited if I tell her that I get it. Hey, I second you. Yeah, time changes the way you look at things too, sometimes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I finished reading those three paragraphs and left out with the nostalgic and uncertain thought about things that happened years ago. I couldn't help to think it thoroughly and was impressed on how differently I feel when I read it and about to reply his email, compared to the feeling when I recalled the excitement I had when I once wrote him back then. It's been a while and I clearly could see how distant we are now and how I personally have been doing that unconsciously. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Well, honestly I don't know. when we met again last time I could asses how my current feeling about us and how we just can't go any further. It's just my personal thought that I never got a chance to discuss with him. I kept it and think it's better that way and the trip we took last time would make him understand on how platonic our relationship is after I learned what was really going on and how reactive I was and how I want to put things in order afterward. I even rewarded myself on how clear my mind was after those days and how relieved I am to see the way I deal with it like a grown girl. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I thought we are already done and move on from that phase until that email came. It's like it signaled that him questioning my different act towards him now. I meant we still keep in touch but just for few important updates and not as actively as we did before. Sorry. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I did reply it right away. I don't want to be a bad guy here. that's the last thing I want to do in this world given the fact that I was so broken inside. I guess some people did learn the hard way, huh.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Yet, I realized how I hated it that it made me checking my inbox again tonight just in case he replies it. As far as I know, he's kind of guy who would get back to you as soon as he can and would let you know when he can't, moreover when he is the one who write first. So, for whatever comes, we will see, at least I'm trying not to complicate things. I look forward to how it resolves. Finger crossed, as always. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-8459367343456015642016-05-23T11:00:00.001-07:002016-12-26T22:21:42.654-08:00Silent Talk<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOykorwjVGoGx1qSVAZUJ4XWy8e4MR7EVc7DqvzMDxcCOxZqwLe18k6NT21Uneq5ZfUIQchp2NZ5oHTqeO3tVQSIny4Dmfly-lZADFhh0wTRQAidXnFXkAAtRuDl6HnaBC6ICsEOtbEvB/s640/blogger-image-613801543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOykorwjVGoGx1qSVAZUJ4XWy8e4MR7EVc7DqvzMDxcCOxZqwLe18k6NT21Uneq5ZfUIQchp2NZ5oHTqeO3tVQSIny4Dmfly-lZADFhh0wTRQAidXnFXkAAtRuDl6HnaBC6ICsEOtbEvB/s640/blogger-image-613801543.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div></div></div></div>It's not the first time since we were apart, when there was a conversation played again and again in my mind. Again, this time can't help not to think about it and all we've been through...</div><div>it's always there, I assure you</div><div>and the prayer we keep saying</div><div>let it reach sky for gazillions times, let it be...</div><div>Allah would always love to hear when we ask Him, wouldn't He?</div><div><br></div><div>Alrigt! Here goes again,some line quoted from my favorite song for this mind-hectic week. It's not a heinous thing to keep doing this to your mind, I believe. because in between the angst and fear, we do have many delightful moments. Allah is close to your heart, He listens every hope from every soul...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>It's been a long day without you, my friend<br>And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again<br>We've come a long way from where we began<br>Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again<br>When I see you again...</i></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><br></i></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i>(Charlie Puth ft Wiz Khalifa- See You Again)</i></span></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><br></i></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></i></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-70094970399534974822015-11-28T07:14:00.001-08:002015-12-02T04:43:44.214-08:00Do we have to know the answer?<div><div><div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It rings the bell right away! I forgot that I ever read it somewhere about this, do we need to know the answer for every question we have in mind when life sometimes gives us a challenge to face, when a problem comes, when unpleasant thing happens. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I mean for me, there were few times I tried to arrange some puzzles to put in a good composition for the meaning I was looking for. and this one just like, 'aha!'. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It happened within two weeks when I was feeling ill accompanied by fever, cough and headache, I could not do much for works or any regular activities. it was really bad flu time for me as far as I could remember since I've grown up. yet, in the last weekend, I could spent some relaxing time watching a light stuff but not that light as it turns out it's fun yet has some reasonable heart-warming and values to our humans world. well, it is subjective and varied from one to another, also depends on how you like enjoying some pop-culture stuff like this. haha.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am talking about a nice quote from one of the scenes in Emergency Couple, Korean drama. the quote is originally from a book that Song Ji Hyo (she plays as Jin Hee) borrowed from Gook Chief, the head of department in the hospital she is working. Make it short, and after I googled it further, the book is The Eight Words by a Korean author, Park Woong Hyun. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><i>"The world has no answer. Marrying someone, knowing whether you'll be happy or not, that's something no one would know. Don't look for the answers. With every decision, the right and wrong answer exists. Wise people make a decision and work towards making it the right choice. Foolish people make a decision and regret it and making it the wrong choice. The world has no right answer. But, there's a process to making the decision the right answer" (The Eight Words by Park W. Hyun)</i></span></div><div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><div><span style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Well said and it strikes right to the heart, honestly. Too true to handle. That's life and mysteries it offers. You work your best on every step and decision you make in life. Let alone the judgements do their favor to stand between your doubts. 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It does.</div><div><br></div><div>there's someone whose mind and character I am fancy of. we were in the middle of conversation about him telling me he likes to read old books and sometimes he writes too. and now he stopped, I meant, writing. because for reading I still saw him few times when he goes to our University's library and come back with some serious books. He's really something, I know. </div><div><br></div><div>"... and why you stopped?" asked I </div><div>" I don't have time..."</div><div><br></div><div>I chuckled as it does sound too familiar to me and I don't even bother to ask why. I myself know that phrase too well. *oh God, my blog*</div><div><br></div><div>"I'm too busy with graduate school, research and my side projects..."</div><div><br></div><div>"that's understandable. you also teach, right?"</div><div><br></div><div>"I do..."</div><div><br></div><div>"What did you write about?"</div><div><br></div><div>"politics" he answered that firmly and I was like, "whoa, that's... heavy..."</div><div><br></div><div>" haha..." he's just laughing hearing my response. </div><div><br></div><div>"I read some of your notes in Facebook tho"</div><div><br></div><div>"oh? you did?" he's in kind of blushing tone</div><div><br></div><div>"yep..."</div><div>and we talked more about our reading stuff. I don't even need to explain how happy I am to confirm that we share the same hobby. By the time I get to know him, he's now officially in the list! </div><div>List of my favorite people. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank God for such privilege meeting an adamantly thoughtful person like him in my journey. Life keeps many secrets to reveal time by time you walk through the path. </div><div><br></div><div> </div><div><br></div><div> </div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-29384216190392186922015-11-14T04:02:00.001-08:002015-11-14T04:02:55.436-08:00Hadits for ROTD<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Rasulullah bersabda,"Kerjakanlah apa yang bermanfaat buatmu dan mintalah pertolongan kepada Allah. Jangan mudah menyerah dan jangan pernah berkata, kalau saja aku melakukan yang begini pasti akan jadi begini, tapi katakanlah, Allah telah menakdirkan dan apa yang Dia kehendaki, pasti akan Dia lakukan"</span><div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Ya Rabb, I feel content now. I'm glad that I found this Reminder of The Day. Alhamdulillah. </span></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-40840282267630918462015-03-27T10:29:00.001-07:002015-03-27T11:10:13.265-07:00Memperbaiki Kesyukuran<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-9715889517465530252015-03-26T15:11:00.001-07:002015-03-26T15:22:20.730-07:00Life in Graduate School Another chapter on my life as graduate student in Physics.<br />
I know now that I have my favorite tutor. yay! Alhamdulillah.<br />
I actually tried to ask his help and he just agreed on it right away. That boy, can I borrow your brain?<br />
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"At what time it's convenient for you?"<br />
"umm, 10 am?<br />
"okay, that works!"<br />
"cool!"<br />
"how about the place? are you at Rundel reading room by tomorrow?"<br />
"I'll go to your office?"<br />
"oh really?" *terharu*<br />
"yea... haha"<br />
"okay, thank you! really appreciate that!"<br />
"no problem!"<br />
"see you tomorrow"<br />
"see you...!"<br />
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and that's how he started helping me with study before the exam. It's pretty clear and much easier to follow his explanation through the chapter. once again, Can I borrow your genius brain?! :o<br />
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This class makes me crazy and wanna run to the wall and hit my head repetitively! bahahha.<br />
Anyway, thanks Cameron! Its very kind of you!<br />
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Nyan keuh, jak lom u Amerika. Jak gob jak tanyoe, trok keunoe, rhoe ie mata. T.T<br />
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menyelinap dari belakangmu, lalu memelukmu yang tertidur, lalu membaringkan diri di sebelahmu, ataupun sambil merangkulmu. diam-diam saja aku melakukannya. <br />
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Kau akan mungkin sedang memasak, atau memanaskan sup ketika aku tiba di rumah hampir tengah malam.<br />
"makan apa di jalan?" begitu tanyamu, dalam rekam jejak memoriku.<br />
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"bagaimana di rumah sana?"<br />
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Lalu aku akan bercerita panjang lebar hari-hariku di rumah kos di Banda Aceh, bersama Dek Alfir dan Dek Amar. Lalu aku ganti bertanya dan kau akan bercerita tentang hari-harimu di sekolah dan di rumah dengan Ayah dan Dek Ata. Karena hanya kalian bertiga di rumah. Maka ceritamu akan berkisar tentang Ata dan hal-hal lucu yang dilakukannya di rumah. Tentang ayah yang selalu sabar mengantar dan menjemputmu saban hari. ya, tentangnya, laki-laki yang kau banggakan setelah ayahmu. Ataupun juga tentang sayur bayam yang menurutmu terasa aneh sekarang. Tentang bumbu pisang goreng langganan kita puluhan tahun yang tidak berubah rasanya. Tentang uwak dekat rumah atau ibu guru tertentu temanmu di sekolah. Atau pula tentang piring berwarna putih yang lebih kau sukai lalu aku akan menimpali kalau aku menyukai versi warna hitamnya karena aku lebih dulu melihat gelasnya. Lalu kita berusaha memuji warna kesukaan kita masing-masing, 'iyaa, dua-duanya bagus juga..."<br />
Hal remeh temeh dan segala tentangmu yang membuatku tersenyum sendiri atau mengerjapkan mata yang tiba-tiba berair tiap kali mengingat sosokmu. Sedu tertahan, aku tahu untuk beberapa saat lamanya aku tak bisa menghamburkan diri ke arahmu, ke dalam dua tanganmu. Lalu engkau akan mengusap kepalaku. Hening di sela dudukku bernama rindu.<br />
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Kadang di lain waktu aku akan duduk di meja makan, menungguimu. mungkin engkau sedang memanaskan sup dan ikan buat makan malamku yang sudah dini hari. Walaupun aku tak makan banyak, dan bilang tak apa, kau tetap melakukannya jika kau tahu aku pulang. Lalu kau akan menemaniku makan, meletakkan emping goreng kesukaanku di atas meja sambil menanyaiku banyak hal, menatap wajahku dalam-dalam. Aku seperti bisa melihat kedalaman hatimu di bening teduh matamu. Ada binar di sana, menghangatkan tiap sudut hati yang dingin. Aku selalu bersyukur tiap kali pulang melihat wajahmu.<br />
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Kau juga akan menanyakanku ingin dimasakkan apa. Atau kau akan membawakanku kue jajanan atau mie goreng yang dijual di sekolahmu. Aku seperti merasa masih berlari-lari dalam seragam merah putih dan engkau setiap pagi menyisir rambutku. kadang aku seperti masih bisa mendengar omelan pagi khasmu karena kami tidak bergegas atau tidak menghabiskan sarapan atau bertengkar rutin yang tidak jelas juntrungannya dan membuatmu kesal.<br />
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Aku masih ingat ketika dengan hati-hati bertanya padamu apakah aku membuatmu sedih dan kesepian karena jarang sekali pulang dan tinggal berjauhan darimu, atau bahkan ketika memutuskan melangkahkan kaki memenuhi janji dan cita-citaku. Aku memutar-mutar cangkir kopiku dengan senyum berusaha mencandaimu bahwa engkau pasti punya ayah yang begitu perhatian dan tidak mungkin akan kesepian. aku setengah bercanda sebenarnya. :)<br />
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Kau berbalik dari counter meja dapur sedang mengaduk kuah yang sedang dimasak, tersenyum sebentar menatapku.<br />
"Mungkin karena mamak ingatnya kamu di Banda aja, gak jauh. jadi masih bisa lah, gak apa-apa. Jadi gak terlalu berasa"<br />
Sambil mengangguk-angguk lega, paling tidak aku tidak membuatmu sedih dengan jarang menghabiskan waktu di rumah. Sejujurnya ada rasa bersalah dan tercubit ketika tiap kali engkau menelfon namun pertanyaanmu selalu tidak pernah lupa,'kapan pulang?'.<br />
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Aku menikmati semua saat bersamamu Mak. diomeli, dimarahi, diceritakan banyak hal, mengantarmu belanja, membuatkan teh, membukakan jendela kamarmu di pagi hari dan menutupnya sebelum magrib. Menemanimu di dapur, berceloteh banyak hal, tertawa dan kadang merengek tidak penting namun menyenangkan hatiku. menonton TV bersamamu walau lebih sering aku kemudian berbaring dan dipijat minyak kayu putih jika aku sedang kurang sehat. Atau sebaliknya, memijat kepalamu dan bercerita kesana kemari tentang hari-harimu dan banyak hal yang kau lakukan yang banyak sekali terlewatkan olehku.<br />
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Tahukah mak, engkau masih seseorang yang paling bisa membuatku tertawa tiba-tiba ketika sendirian lalu terduduk diam di sisi tempat tidur dan nelangsa mengingat semua hal tentangmu. Yang membuatku mennagis diam-diam saat menyuapkan makanan ke mulutku karena mengingat masakanmu yang selalu menjadi primadona dan senyum bahagiamu ketika menunggu kami mencicipinya lalu serempak memuji rasanya.<br />
"Enak kalii alhamdulillaaah"<br />
"aaah... surga duniaa..."<br />
"Kekmana dulu gak pernah mendekati rasanya kalau kami yang buat?"<br />
dan segudang komentar yang membuatmu tertawa-tawa dan menyuruh kami melanjutkan makan. Kau mungkin berusaha menyembunyikan emosimu saat itu, anak-anakmu pulang, duduk mengitari meja makan dan makan masakanmu, menikmatinya seolah kami anak-anakmu yang kemarin pagi masih diantar ke taman kanak-kanak, yang hampir setiap saat selalu merepotkanmu.<br />
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Engkau pula, yang suara, wajah di layar saat sekarang kita terpisah jauh selalu menjadi obat penentram gelisahku. Skype berjam-jam yang mampu kita lakukan untuk membunuh rindu, mendengarkan ceritamu tentang hari itu, tentang kelucuan seminggu lalu, tentang saudara yang meninggal, tentang sepupu yang menikah atau melahirkan, tentang kau dan ayah yang pergi ke pasar atau sekedar jalan-jalan.<br />
Rindu itu menguap sesaat namun segera tertabung lagi setiap kali kita usai menutup layar. Selalu begitu.<br />
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Mak, selalu ada wajah dan senyummu di merata tempat tiap kali aku mengayunkan langkah di sini. kadang di rumah, di dapurku, di sudut kamarku, atau di belakangku menungguku selesai tilawah, aku merasa engkau ada di merata sudut. Aku tahu, aku rindu padamu sebanyak itu.</div>
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-57531943107765254162015-03-12T15:38:00.001-07:002015-03-26T15:32:41.407-07:00Kebaikan di sore RabuAku memutuskan ke swalayan terdekat, <i>Dollar General</i>, masih di dekat apartemen. cuaca di penghujung musim dingin tidak lagi terlalu menusuk tulang. berjalan pelan menuju swalayan, dengan matahari sore yang tertutup langit mendung sejak pagi. sisa hujan deras semalam masih terlihat.<br />
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Jalan setapak yang biasa kulalui tampak sedikit merepotkan. Beberapa bagian nampak becek bekas tapak-tapak sepatu. aku berjalan lambat berusaha menghindari bagian ber lumpur. aku juga tidak membuat daftar apapun karena sebenarnya aku hanya ingin berjalan menghirup udara luar dan atau sebotol susu mungkin? persediaan susu kami hampir habis.</div>
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0Starkville Starkville33.450826 -88.806375tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-30563190300975567662015-01-13T12:58:00.001-08:002015-01-13T12:58:09.107-08:00Welcome back, said school!Masya Allah. Akhirnya masa jalan Dan liburan Habis sudah. Saatnya bergadang Lagi, bergelut dengan tugas, tergilas roda-roda kehidupan graduate school. <div><br></div><div>Mudahkan Ya Allah. Semoga bisa lebih baik Lagi. Aaamiin.</div><div><br></div><div>"Hey you, welcome back" said school.</div><div>And I was like, ".... Umm oook..." XD</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-91949011359111084192015-01-03T11:15:00.001-08:002015-03-27T11:07:57.829-07:00Senja yang kutemuiSeperti biasa penyuka senja sepertiku akan girang tiap kali senja tiba, di manapun, kapanpun, entah itu senja yang kuyup karena hujan ataupun yang bersinar terang tanpa mendung yang bergelayut.<br />
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com1Starkville Starkville33.450823 -88.806253tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-37191002341645367792014-12-05T23:10:00.001-08:002014-12-05T23:14:33.420-08:00Today's wrap-up<p dir="ltr"><u>Alhamdulillah</u>, setelah berhari-hari kepikiran terus dengan SSN (social security number), akhirnya Jumat tadi selesai urusan. Yet, there's still thing I hate about my so careless self. I thought I already filed every documents in the binder. Yet, arriving there, with very short queuing time, and sat across the counter only to be told that I have everything but my original DS2019. Graaaa! *fire everything*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Going back, sitting on the back seat and keep thinking how could I mistaken bringing the copy of the document not the original one. I mean okay I am careless sometimes (too many times, honestly) but, in such situation? please. Pull yourself together, girl! *self burying*</p>
<p dir="ltr">We got back to the office two hours later because a friend who gave me a ride need to go to Jumah prayer. Fortunately the whole process was really fast, not complicated at all, beyond my expectation! Oho!  It helps me a lot and felt so much relieved, and more over the lady behind the country was also very kind during the process. She's not talking much but her kindness just propagated everytime she asked me questions and then typed them. Overall, I enjoyed it very much and not even having time to feel bored, xD.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My SSN card will be mailed to my address within two weeks, yay, alhamdulillah. I waited for my friend picking me by browsing Instagram of Friday fact which just led me from one laughter to other ones. =))<br>
Then in sudden I just feel like listening to The Ballad of Wild Bill by George canyon. A cowboy strikes with his guitar and very great voice! Awesome performance in a movie I just watched recently. Cheesy but not that bad, fun enough to entertain your brain when final is right before your eyes. Go watch it if you can chew some not so much drama romance story. :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">I continued my Friday out to my department for the last meeting of PGSA (Physics Graduate Student Association) of the Fall semester and also the announcement for the winner of journal club. Guess what, as what I expected, the mutuwah face just won the second place! Yay! Gonna get an ice cream treat! *senyum hantu sikit*  hahah</p>
<p dir="ltr">Going home and thank god we didn't miss the bus since its already dark and cold and about to rain. What a blessed Friday. Terima kasih ya Allah at as segala kemudahan dan limpahan nikmat yang Engkau berikan, semoga aku menjadi bagian Dari orang yang selalu memperbaiki kualitas kesyukurannya. Amin ya Rabb. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Have a great and blessed Friday,  everyone!</p>
My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0Starkville, Starkville33.4504 -88.81839tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-64179377119007975212014-10-23T16:29:00.001-07:002014-10-23T16:29:33.348-07:00Memory brings them backI found this chocolate mints one day when I went to CVS last time. Surprisingly that I saw that and just bought 2 pcs of them with no longer thought. <div><br></div><div>This used to be my favorite actually since the first time I got them. Andes, that's how it's called, was a present from Kagawa sensei when he came to my home university to held a Physics Workshop few years ago. Since then, every time he came he always gave me that chocolate. And I never happened to get the same chocolate by myself until that day at CVS.</div><div><br></div><div>The first bite just successfully brought me to the memories years back. Setting up the experiments, working with lasers, analyzing data, enjoying the talks, many things that lied there inside. The tears just warmed my deepest.</div><div><br></div><div>This is interesting how powerful thing worked to dragged you back, even it's only a chocolate. I meant, yeah, it's not about that particular stuff, it is very often that memories with the stuff that make you feel those nostalgic emotions, isn't it? :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3H_eN8-u0_vn6UBJ9RDDzWejfd0OonvY9X8iVYXrULINMXEWcabOndZsNqAvo7NZcsxk12ynDIAG5BilK3WB3qs4S9PYfq9JfUk_VvafrO2tQVY1C3fIh-de74OId98q6CdYmk4CASNL/s640/blogger-image-802732439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3H_eN8-u0_vn6UBJ9RDDzWejfd0OonvY9X8iVYXrULINMXEWcabOndZsNqAvo7NZcsxk12ynDIAG5BilK3WB3qs4S9PYfq9JfUk_VvafrO2tQVY1C3fIh-de74OId98q6CdYmk4CASNL/s640/blogger-image-802732439.jpg"></a></div><br></div>My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-49390448885754510102014-10-23T15:57:00.001-07:002015-03-27T11:38:52.843-07:00A cup of frozen yogurtThat was a time when a cup of a frozen yogurt from Local Culture matters a lot for me. Even I realized there were so many stranger eyes surround us with uncertain sight. :)<br />
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-2497916965134199882014-10-13T15:28:00.001-07:002014-10-19T09:21:10.308-07:00Well... We'll see <div dir="ltr">
Kadang kita berfikir berkelok dan panjangnya jalan yang ditempuh seseorang untuk sampai di depan pintu rumah hati kita tidak pernah sama dengan jarak yang kita lalui selama ini hingga kita memutuskan untuk menerima dan membukakan pintu pada sebuah ketukan itu. Padahal siapa tahu jumlah perjalanannya sama atau lelahnya juga sebanding. Dedicated to you who's thousands miles a part, terima kasih telah mencoba. </div>
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-79272441808626661442014-10-13T09:37:00.001-07:002014-10-13T09:37:56.723-07:00Keep on going<p dir="ltr"><u>You</u> know what, sometimes love takes slow steps towards your heart, so enjoy every detail of beauty along the journey. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't mind though. So far, I did get the sense why some people say it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination. </p>
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<u>I</u> was caught up with my home works and assignments these days. Monday is already coming and rushing activities back in here! Sometimes I can breathe easily yet sometimes it's even hard to breathe. </div>
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After finished my class this morning, I went home to take my book and also for having lunch since I did not take my lunch with me today. I came to school and just decided in sudden not to work on my assignment in my office. I sat by the balcony and started freezing since the breeze was cold enough for me who only wear a light Long sleeves T-shirt. I somehow could feel a paradox in me, I like feeling the fall around yet I barely stand the breeze in the beginning of fall. Seriously? Ata chit galak-galak manteng gata back peugah. :p</div>
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After a while I just spotted a perfect place to sit and work on my task so I just headed there and managed to spread all my paperwork around. Well, not really spreading <u>out</u> of course. You know what I meant right? So, I tackled few problems, struggled on other parts. This quantum mechanics really tear me apart. I fortunately thanked for the surrounding I have, it pampered my brain a bit somehow. I know it's hard to accept for you, never mind tho. </div>
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-53689852296925390182014-09-20T10:49:00.000-07:002014-09-20T11:27:47.282-07:00When Saturday here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How's life treating you recently?<br />
Well, so far I could say that it's treating me so well. Alhamdulillah. Okay, okay, I know it's wayyy too much to say that it's only good things happened until now. Yet, what I meant earlier was that I did feel happy for things going on in this life. It implies that not only wonderful stuff that I have with me in this package but also difficult, hate-to-think-and-to-recall-stuff were there! They did! It's a bitter sweet package sending to me, right in front of my door every new day started. but, it shows that whatever happens, what you need to work on is the way you face it, the attitude you choose to deal with it. Then it leads you to always enjoy your coffee, to thankful for every second God gives you to go through this journey with smile in your face and your heart.<br />
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Hari Sabtu ini memang gak kemana-mana, selain belajar kelompok di tempat Shalton di college station komplek belakang. Karena udah dua kali sabtu zz absen pas pergi ke Colombus dan Tupello pas jalan sama temen, kali ini zz harus datang sebelum beneran dicoret dengan kejam dari list sodara office room 25, kayak ancaman shalton kemarin. Hish kali anak tu.<br />
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Rasanya belum apa-apa, rasanya baru minggu kemarin pindah ke apartemen ini, udah sebulan aja. Time flies. Being busy with many things, classes, assignments, reviews, presentations, anak muda udah kena gilingan dari kapan-kapan kuliah mulai. Sabar anak muda. Memang gitu, nak, mana ada orang sekolah santai, cari ilmu itu harus berasa pahitnya. (ayah oh ayah, I know you're absolutely right). Yet, I can't help when I am having hard time understanding the paper works need to be done, it just splashed that it might be me, who dont understand this part of Physics, and it might be me again who can't understand that level of english. =))<br />
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Men! Graduate School life starts crazy! This girl is trying her best to reach her target. It's already there, they set the bar high which I believe for good's sake. for better me and everyone, If we understand it that way. <br />
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<i>Mungkin kau tak tahu,</i><br />
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Gak sengaja jalan-jalan ke tulisan lama setahun lalu. I can feel that happy feeling at that time which turned upside down in the beginning of this year. Well, it's funny how things worked out, right? :)</div>
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My Story-Cuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858384250785370461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303260046070230825.post-70762883860506914492014-09-07T01:02:00.002-07:002015-03-27T11:08:49.273-07:00Happy Birthday, Kid!Biasanya saya jarang sekali buat tulisan panjang terkait ulang tahun seseorang di fb. Hanya orang tertentu dan kalau momennya pas. Pas disini dalam artian, saya buka fb pas di hari ulang tahunnya, pas koneksi juga lancar, pas waktu longgar, pas rindu sekali dengan orang tersebut, pas mood sentimentil bisa jadi membawa saya ke waktu-waktu yang saya habiskan dengan orang tersebut dan pas saya gak lupa tentu saja. Kadang saya ingin menangis rasanya kalau ingat bawaan pelupa saya yang parahan ini berimbas pada hal-hal penting hidup saya, kadang berefek ke kehidupan personal saya, hubungan sosial saya, atau profesional atau lagi akademik saya. Sedih hati.<br />
Well, sebelum jauh, bukan itu yang membuat saya menulis entry ini. Bukan sama sekali.<br />
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Hari ini hari istimewa seseorang. Salah satu murid istimewa, kesayangan saya berulang tahun. Akhir-akhir ini kami sering berkirim pesan. Dia bercerita tentang sekolahnya, tentang pelajaran-pelajaran di sekolahnya. Tentang cita-citanya ingin kuliah nanti. Dia juga bertanya bagaimana kuliah saya, saya kuliah di jurusan apa sekarang. Saya menikmati semua percakapan saya dengannya. Lama sungguh tak bercakap-cakap dengannya. Mendengarkan ceritanya sepurat sekolah dan keluarganya. Karena menjadi guru privatnya, saya menjadi lebih dekat dengan ayah bundanya. Malah, sebenarnya, justru karena kedekatan saya dengan bundanya yang menjadikan saya guru privatnya.<br />
Dia bertanya tentang kuliah di jurusan yang menampung minat dan bisa menyalurkan kecintaannya pada Fisika dan Matematika. Begitu saja saya menyebutkan Teknik Fisika ITB atau kampus-kampus luar negeri karena dia cukup mahir berbahasa Inggris mengingat kedua orang tuanya juga guru bahasa Inggris dan sudah sering keliling ke berbagai negara.<br />
Sebagai gurunya tentu saya punya harapan besar dia melanjutkan pendidikan dan meraih mimpinya kelak. Selalu ada energi positif setiap kali melihat sosok anak ini. You'll be someone someday, Apon. I believe so. :)<br />
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<i>Ketika menjadi murid privat saya dia masih siswa SMP. Dia juga murid laki-laki pertama saya, anaknya agak pemalu dan pendiam awalnya. Cerdas tak perlu diragukan, terasa kuat sejak pertama melihatnya, mengagumkan, dan bikin saya jatuh hati pada caranya menyelesaikan soal-soal pelajaran sains- Fisika, Kimia, Biologi. Time flies...sekarang dia siswa SMU, sudah kelas 3 saja, pencinta Matematika dan Fisika. </i></div>
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<i>Tidak ada mantan dalam hubungan guru-murid kan? Bahkan seingat saya, kami lebih seperti kakak-adik, apalagi kalau sudah ngobrol biasa di luar jam belajar yang serius itu.</i></div>
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<i>This nice boy, with his beautiful mind and well-behaved attitudes, I know he will be a great person in the future, Insya Allah. </i></div>
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<i>May Allah always shower His blessing and fulfill all of your dreams, dek. Kak Zizah is so proud of you and wishes you all very the best! Happy Birthday, Apon! :)</i></div>
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