hello there.
We celebrated Teacher’s day on wednesday flag ceremonially and that was pretty fun. YES, I said fun. no kidding, but why? well, because the ceremony (mmm what do you call petugas in english oh yes)officers are all teachers. from the pemimpin upacara to the master of ceremony, from the reader of pembukaan UUD 1945 to the choir. bahahaha that was FUN.
when the MC, my super-killer math teacher, misread something, she said ‘eh salah’ which was very funny. then the choir sang Indonesia Raya, and it was good. but when they sang berkibarlah benderaku, it didn’t sound pretty clear. so the whole school sang along and that was the very first time I was in such ceremony where everyone was quite relaxed.
everyone smiled wide and when the ceremony was almost over, some guys in the backest line sang ‘pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa’ and unintentionally, All students sang too. that was completely touching realizing the fact that it was some really rebellious students who started to sing.
idk why but it seems like everyone still loves their teachers no matter how hard they swear they hate physic, math, and english.
in the end the teachers were given a mug each and a bouquet of red roses from the students.
SWEET.
I’ve been living in the outskirts of Jakarta for 16 years and I find it mad here. I spent about half of my day every weekdays in the city and I find it even madder. so what’s so happening? why’s everyone losing their mind? just wondering. the main thing why I get to write this whole whimsical stuffs happening in the capital city is because I experience a freaking meeting with a freak that totally scare the heck out of me.
so here’s the elusive full story
Yesterday I and Dwi, a nonsensical best friend, were starving. so after school we went to pasar jumat and bought a bowl of one of the most savoureux chicken porridge. oh so mouth-watering. so after the happy meal and all the stupid talks dwi finally said “Mir, tapi lo jangan langsung nengok ya, Itu apaan sih mir di selangkangan bapak-bapak itu?”
I glanced “Tau, tapi kok kaya itu ya? hahaha”
“Iya kaya ituan tapi gw ga keliatan”
“wi JANGAN-JANGAN ITU EKSIBISIONIS. gw yakin itu eksibisionis. anjrit.”
“parah, Mir udah kita balik aja”
“Iya serem banget ih”
so I got in a kebayoran lama-ciputat car and seated. there were 2 junior high students sat face to face on my right and a group of in high school students on my left. they talked and laughed a lot. I wasn’t paying any attention til they jeered or something. That made me look around. DANG the exhibitionist man was there too, sitting beside the girl in front of me. the high school students were probably scoffing at the man. I tried to look as though I don’t care. then, I tried to look as though I was sleeping. not so long some passengers got off and it left me with the junior high student in front of me, the in high school student beside me, the exhibitionist, and a good looking girl I recognized as my primary school classmate, and the driver behind the steering wheel.
It was frightening, all the survivors in the car looked pale. no one laughed anymore. as the girl beside me got off I moved to the seat by the door as quickly as possible. no time for the slightest doubt. I considered to get off but we were already in pasar ciputat, so I decided to accompany the girl I thought was my old classmate. if she gets off I will get off too. but no one got off until we reached the U turn in pasar ciputat. I got off and decided to take an ojek there. the girl got off too, so do the exhibitionist. while I was turning around to get on my ojek I saw the exhibitionist smiled wide and looked completely bemused. GOD, THAT WAS SO DISGUSTING. I looked back all the time on the way home on my ojEk.
Counselling teacher ever explained stuffs like exhibitionism at school. Now it sounds real to me. My physic teacher also ever told the whole class about guys who are fond of spreading their sperms on buses. A MAD WORLD INDEED!
Perhaps loads of you will say it is not that weird, it’s happening around the globe but, to me it is an utterly disturbing fact. I mean why in the world will you show your damn penis to people gladly and get satisfied after doing so? I mean if you’re THAT crazy you are supposed to not wearing anything whilst dancing hilariously on streets and stuffs. YOU SHOULD REALLY GET A LIFE, DUDE.
I really hope that eventually those people can realize that they are so mad that they can get a proper handling or else, go to hell.
Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the days after the days after tomorrow are mysteries. they are destined to be well hid, kept as secret human will have to worry about.
This week some psychic, the well known one, said there would be one major earthquake in the capital city, Jakarta. That is a silly hoax for nothing happened in the past few days. and I was like ‘told you so!’ no one can predict future.
Yet, some people got tense and worried the whole week. I did worried a little when I first heard the quake stuffs, but logically, who can predict earthquake? seriously. So, I take my stand to say ‘that is funny, you fools’ to my sister and brothers who obviously believed the scenario. And guess what, the media that spread the whole story is an infotainment tv programme, the one as venomous as heck, worst my siblings believe all those nonsensical stuffs.
Well, what makes it more whimsical is that the psychic herself believes stuffs most people believe; no one can predict future. she said it on tv. hilariously well-said.
So why would people eat that up, things they said on tv?
Is it because life is more appealing on tv? how a little disastrous wind far away can make you cry, how a girl gets her first kiss can make you smile, how politicians mark up national budget can get you utterly tense.
does it make our life more interesting with a predicted earthquake?
NO it doesn’t!
Don’t believe about some stuffs they say on tv. try to sort the believeables.
and about tomorrow’s events, just get back to our own, what our faith says, is best for us to rely on.
2012? hahaha. I try to convince myself I’m going to live until I’m at least twenty something.
It gets more often hearing me say it in my head. I’m so obsessed.
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or you may check the FULL DETAILS AT THE ITB’S OFFICIAL SITE.
HEY IT’S FROM LEFT TO RIGHT RICHARD HUGHES, TIM RICE-OXLEY, AND TOM CHAPLIN. IT’S KEANE.
I remember being twelve-or so- years old, watching MTV and the video of everybody’s changing played on. It was a wonder. well, I did wondered how do they switch people from the drummer to an eskimo, the pianist to a geisha, and the vocalist to a banci. I didn’t even notice the song! I really liked it. so I tuned in to MTV, everyday, pretty much because I love watching the vidclip and I just started to sing along everytime I heard it on TV. particularly in love but I didn’t realize that. I didn’t know the lyrics though. I was just humming or singing the wrong lyrics while shaking my head to the beat. that’s it.
When I was in the 9th grade, I got an Art project about which I was so excited. the project was simple; all students were required to make a music group and pick a song to be presented, then present it in front of the class. the best group would have to play on our graduation stage. I didn’t want to win the graduation stage, anyway. I just want to pick the keane’s song to present and I was almost, almost-and it was this close- got all my pals agreed on the song choice before someone suggested to sing Rossa’s terlanjur cinta. I just couldn’t believe it.
fine. rossa’s okay though.
And it was on a saturday night where a local channel (no more MTV haha) re-play one Keane’s gig in europe and I was stunned. I usually don’t like live or recorded concert on tv, screw the quality, the lipsynch, and the performers’ goofy action stage. but I was pretty in awe, I really like them performing Hamburg Song. just epic.
I googled them and really fall in love ever since. They are the best british band ever. Arctic Monkeys, OASIS, The Kooks, The Verve, Franz Ferdinand, Muse, The Coral, and even Coldplay never beat them here, in my heart (though I LOVE THEM ALL). I love Hopes and Fears and Under The Iron Sea and Perfect Symmetry so much. frankly, I don’t know which one I like best.
well yeah I must admit that I was very surprised the first time I heard ’spiralling’ (that’s the first single for perfect symmetry) on youtube. I was like ‘what the heck?’ when I heard the loud delighted OOOH which was quite shocking, and all the tunes just sounded so new, really. there’s some energy which differs to hopes and fears which is classic and the dark under the iron sea yet totally addictive. it’s like what drummer Richard Hughes has it, “songs that are not that happy but that sound happy.” Pop music that’s anything but throwaway.
I really want to write about this book of Cormac McCarthy, as soon as I re-read the epic story. I’ve read it over and over again and realize I’ve got to write something about this!
So The whole story begins in a no-name father’s and his no-name son’s journey across the burnt landscape, in which some disastrous stirring calamity happened years before causing all the chaotic events with only few surviving. the boy’s mother has committed suicide before the story begins.
the father soon realizes that both of them will not survive the winter in their present location, thus he and his son start roaming the country, going for the sea, vaguely hoping for someone who’s not going to make them as dinner. In the journey, they find cannibalistic groups who seek out people to eat (they even eat babies!), and encounter a meeting with them.
they wander with only a trolley of blankets and canned foods, a pistol with only two bullets inside (either to protect themselves or suicide) , and they are “each the other’s world entire”, literally.
the boy somehow still strongly believes that there are still the good guys out there. while his father is struggling with his blood-coughing and the fact that he is dying. He dies eventually, leaving his Son alone. well, it was really sad and I don’t know why I Always cry over the page. I was pretty anxious of the son’s life, HE’S JUST SO YOUNG AND KIND. HE CAN’T EVEN TELL WHO’S THE CANNIBALISTIC ONE. He’s just so unaware.
the ending, I reckon is happy but there’s something that’ll make you still want to cry. maybe because it’s overwhelmingly happy.
I guess it’s something that makes you know eventhough it’s a sad destiny you have, it’s still reminding you to smile. Really, the story makes you can’t put the book until you find out what happens after one and another events. And Mr McCarthy’s way of writing direct-speech-without-quotation-mark is new to me but I love it.
the AWESOME Author
the book won pulitzer prize for fiction and some other awards, yes it’s a great book. And the film adaptation starring Viggo Mortensen (yes if you loooove him watch it) , Guy Pearce, Charlize theron and Kodi Smit-McPhee, due for release on November 25. yeaah here’s the movie’s official website siniiih
this post is dedicated to my bestfriend, Indah Miranti who is having her wicked eighteenth birthday today.
haaai INDEUTSCH, atas nama saya, arya yang sedang mudik dan dwi barangkali, ingin mengucapkan; selamat ulang tahun yaa, mudah-mudahan Lo bisa menjadi anak yang berbakti pada orangtua, nusa, bangsa, dan agama. terus, semoga lo mendapat satu kursi farmasi UI atau ITB, AMIN.
kita udah jarang pulbar lagi nih, terus udah jarang ngumpul abis pulang sekolah. ya kita kan udah kelas 3 doy, jadi emang harus dikurangin. nanti jangan lupa traktir gw dwi sama arya, yaa. foto aib nih deutsch.
orang lagi pada sibuk makan cuma lo doang yang tetap NAMPAAANG.
abis bikin masterpiece #gaul@kompas
NIH DIA MASTERPIECENYA EH SALAH
INDAH JANGAN SUKA TELAT LAGI YAK KAN UDAH 18. KEE-O?
My debate club is the most awesome debate club ever existed, we call it CLOVER 34, Club of English Debaters 34, ahem yeah it’s a strained acronym but whatever.
Long ago, when I was just a self-conscious Junior, I was supposed to take an extra activity at school (we call it extracurricular, ekskul for short) which is compulsory for all 10th and 11th graders. There were about 15 to 20 activities, and I was half-confused what to take. There were like 5 martial art ekskuls, 5 or more art ekskuls, 5 or less science-ish ekskuls, and more physical activities provided.
I was about to take a Martial Art ekskul when mum told me to join the English debate club. Mum was hard to resist, I went on the first day but promised myself to sign out as soon as possible. I didn’t know that I would absolutely enjoy arguing.
So, I couldn’t help myself coming back every week. I completely belong there. I told my best bud that the debate club is beyond fun and she joined me several weeks after. We both found a new matey who share almost the same passion and idea. Haha hopefully we’re never to p(f)art.
My first president was kak Titis who’s witty and clever, she always knows what to say or write. She’s the best woman president, ever.
Her successor was kak Acel, a Chinese but a faithful Moslem. He is funny, funny, and probably rad. I daresay he is a slanted jay leno with einstein’s brain. He is effing genius.
OH we finally got here, a woman president again, Irma. She’s lunatic, gee she’s just totally a looney. WHY? Well, she took care of all the club’s businesses like every club president does. Frankly, she was great at that but she never approved herself of being a president. She’s weird and eff, she admitted that.
My second year in debate club was extremely rad, with the newcomers and the juniors, and the stack of competition and the fact me being a senior. We won all the competition we applied. That sounds like glory. Well, that’s glory.
Some of the juniors are Freaks. They’re like Irma. Total freaks. But we do respect freaks. We’re a school of freaks by the way.
That’s what I love most from debate clubs. We don’t hate freaks, we don’t tell them to stay away. We debate their psycho-ness. And we respect their ideas. That’s the essence of debating.
Dang I love their weirdness, complexity, and all the differences we have. Well, what from we get something to argue on if we don’t diverse?
AHOY, I LOVE YOU MATEYS AN’ ALL SHITTYNESS WE ‘AVE SHARED.
I’ve written before; I love to forgive and forget and I usually don’t write lies. Really, I didn’t lie when I wrote that. I just always forgive and forget even before I realize someone somehow has pissed me off, seriously.
So, I’ve got this math teacher at school, you can call her bl. I had my math class with her every Monday and Thursday morning on my first year of highschool. I never really remember or know why she always picks on me, or blasts me with some sort of dislike, or just basically hate me. Right, you may say, ‘go see and look yourself in the mirror and you’ll find the reason why’. See, I did that over and over again until I got bored of my own thoughts and questions.
The thing is, I HAVE NOT FIGURED OUT WHY SHE HATES ME SO MUCH JUST YET. I hate being hated and worst by my own mathematic teacher on whom I depend most for sustaining my life in highschool! God, I swear I hate it. I look at myself, and what I see everyday, totally unchanged, is only me.
I swear(again) I am only an average student, with average marks, with average attitude, with average friends, with no serious offense, who sometimes do the minor infractions everystudent does, like not wearing belt, coming late, not making homeworks, just those sort of violation of school regulation. so why does she hate me as though I’ve ever done something MOST HARAM ON EARTH. Why, eh?
I thought my second year will be better, but it was just the same, the same all over again. All my hopes were thrown away when I knew she was going to be my teacher again. But I tried my best to ignore all the things she did to me and it worked well, my math marks did well, and I took no notice on what she did, I succeeded.
Yeah now my math teacher is not her anymore, but she always tries to steal a moment to pick on me and I think, still blasts me with dislike, but yeah I told you I always forgive and forget.
From this I just want to tell you, ma’am, that even if you don’t like my existence, I do feel grateful to have ever been taught by you, it’s a pleasure though you probably didn’t think so, I’m not being a fake, I’m just writing all I feel and if it appears bad to you, or you think I’m too stupid at math, please do believe, it’s not what I want either.
And I still see you as ‘Pahlawan Tanpa Tanda Jasa’ whatever you see me as.
there’s no copy right attached.
Mira Pravitasari