Itâs been years since the last time I wrote in this blog and promise myself to write my complete 2017 euro trip wonderfully. Two years, five countries, one degree, two offices later, still not a single story written. I hereby apologize to my own self.
So here I am.
Lifeâs is completely different now. It might sounds better, Iâm not sure. But all I believe is: itâs getting funnier.
Iâm no longer a student, but currently working my damn ass off to become one, for one more time. I was working hard back then, to finished school so I can work and gain a lot of money. I nailed it. Now I can treat my self a great damn food, buy all the things I have ever wanted, and I even impulsively bought plane tickets to places Iâve ever dreamed of. But you know what, all I want now is quit my job and become a student again. Itâs funny, isnât it?
No, my job is not miserable. I can say that Iâm currently working in a great multi-national company. I like there, I mean, I think people trust me to do things and they are nice. I learnt a lot. I believe these new knowledges will be very valuable and I mean it. Itâs just, I donât know, I hate routine. I canât imagine myself wake up in the morning, going to the same place and doing the same things, everyday, for years. Nope, sorry, itâs not me.
Only seconds after wrote those things above down, I remember my previous job. I do wake up in the morning, going to the same place everyday, for one and a half year. But I swear, Iâm more than willing to do those things again for next five or ten years. I always thinking, what so special about it? Is it because I was working with numerous great people? Or because all the privileges of working for the country? Is it because all we were talking about is sports?Â
I do understand my previous job is not coming every year. Not even twice in ten years. But it makes me realize where Iâm going. Iâm not staying here for long. I need to see the world. I have to learn things from people Iâve never met. I have to change. I need to change the world. Oh shit, sorry, I went too far.
I need to plan a path. One by one. First, I have to nail my IELTS test, probably next month. Itâs my first key to my dream come true. Next, apply, apply, apply. Apply to universities, scholarships, universities, scholarships until I got one (or two).Â
Ah weeeelll, letâs just face the fact that tomorrow will be my first day of working after two weeks of Lebaran holiday. Should I remind you that there is no more holiday left for the rest of 2019 but saturdays and sundays?? Lifeâs is getting harder, and itâs also getting funnier. I think I need to unrush myself.
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Right now I'm in the very beginning of my Euro Solo Trip. Totally alone in one cold quite night. There is not so many people in Utrecht Centraal Station at 23.17. Yup, almost midnight. In less than one hour I will taking a bus from Utrecht, Netherlands, to Paris, France. So far, this is the farthest I have been went out of my comfort zone.Â
I can just laying on my aunty's comfortable bed in Soest right now. With lots of foods, warm blanket, and her pretty lamp. But, I don't know why I'm choosing to take this one of the scariest journey in my life. This will be my first solo travel, and it will be Europe! It's pretty cool and scary at the same time. I almost cry while writing this post. If the grumpy man and yawning sleepyhead next to me were not there, I'd probably crying my ass off regretting my decision to go this far right now. But nope, I learnt things so far and I believe there is so much life lessons awaits. And dude, Paris and Barcelona are waiting for me and this is something that I've been waiting for the rest of my life. Yet, I'm not paying almost 300 euro to regretting something that just begin. So, well, I'd never believing and doubting myself at the same time more than what I'm doing right now. Anyway, there's no reason to go back so let's see how I walk this through. See ya!
Whenever you have a thought or a feel, you can not stop thinking about it and you feel it needs to be said, just keep it for your own. Or you can just write it somewhere. But donât, donât ever speak it out to her.
She talks to you to affirm her statement. Not to listen to you or found a common understanding.Â
She might be want to see from your perspective, but thatâs only because she want to make sure that she told you that you are wrong.
She will repeat what you said for kill you again and again.
She is a good person indeed. You knew that. She knew that. Everyone knew that.Â
But if you feel like talk to her about something. Just make sure, you donât.
Chin up, big girl. Make yourself a better person, and leave it all with a bang.
Once again, I will not writing much in this post. I recently doubting myself about a lot of things and still afraid to begin something new. I 100% knew that this challenge is good for me and honestly, this is something Iâve been waiting for. But, I donât know, maybe there will always be an evil voice in myself that saying Iâm not good enough. Yet in fact, I still donât know how good I am.
But what if the only way to find out is by doing it?
At least thatâs what I read from an inspiring tiny buddha article. I thank universe for these:
On Getting Started When You Donât Feel Ready
by Sonya Derian
âDonât wait for your feelings to change to take the action. Take the action and your feelings will change.â ~Barbara Baron
A few months ago I challenged myself with Adventure Boot Camp. I thought, âWhat would be more challenging than waking up at five in the morning and working out with a group of ladies for an hour, four days a week?â
And I have to say, it was tough! I couldnât walk for three days.
But as the days progressed and my muscles acclimated, it occurred to me: Iâm someone who can roll out of bed at  five in the morning, and within a half hour, lift eight-pound weights over my head while jogging a track. I didnât know that I could do that!
Thatâs the thing about taking an action. You donât know that you can do it until you do it. And then you become someone who does it.
Thatâs how we grow into new lives.
How often do you stop yourself from doing something, waiting for something else to change before you move forward?
You think you need to wait until youâre more prepared, knowledgeable, financially savvy, confident, secure (or insert excuse) to take the action. But then you never get to that place and never take the action. Then five years pass and youâre still talking about it, feeling ânot ready yet.â
Sound right?
Maybe you feel a sense of urgency to step out, own your power, and live our out loud, but arenât sure what your purpose or path is. So you stop yourself because of the feelings you might confront.
Itâs easier if you know what youâre doing first. That lets you feel more confident moving forward. Like you wonât make a fool or yourself. Like what youâre doing is âright.â
But what if thereâs never that guarantee? What if the only way to find out is by doing it?
What if the only way to gain confidence is to do the thing we youâre not yet confident enough to do? What if the only way to gain knowledge is to jump in and find out what you need to learn? What if the only way to get more prepared is to prepare as much as possible, and then learn the rest as you go?
There is always something in us that knows, and knows that it knows. We have an inner compass that knows the way. The only way to get feedback from this knowing is through being engaged. Not in our head. Not in our mind. Not in theory but in action. In real time.
Itâs like that game we played as kids. Someone hides something, and you go looking for it, waiting to hear âhotterâ or âcolderâ or  maybe even âboiling hot!â as you move. Those little pieces of guidance help you figure out whether youâre getting close or not.
The only way to find that item is to start looking not. You can sit around and plan, waiting for the stars to align just right. But you wonât get any feedback until you actually start moving and looking.
Your inner compass does the same. It will always give you feedback on what you need to know, what you need to do differently, what you need to do nextâas long as you get out of your head and get moving.
Whatever it is you want to do, it starts with getting out of your comfort zone.
Youâre not one small person waiting to create big change. Youâre a powerful person wanting to create small change. You have tremendous power to create in this world, but just like the energy vortex that exists behind an outlet, that power is useless until you plug it in.
Plug it in.
Sign up for that class. Make the call. Face your taxes. Put up that website, even if itâs not perfect. Pay for the membershipâjust get on board. Have the difficult conversation. Place the ad. Send off the resume. Go to that networking event. Make the introduction. Get your book-keeping in order.
Dust off the manuscript. Distribute the flyer. Get rid of the clutter. Go on that date. Take the trip. Call the publisher. Make the collection call. Ask for the raise. Publish the article. Make the speech. Take the test. Schedule the visit. Call the creditors. Fill in the blankâitâs yours to determine.
Do that thing youâve been putting off. Donât wait for your feelings to change to take the action. Just take the action and see how your feelings change.
And remember: you are not doing this for the outcome, although there will be an outcome. You are doing this because you are the creator in your life and you have decided that now is as good a time as any to jump in.
Donât think that the content of this post have no correlation with itâs title.
Everything was perfect for her. Everything she was planned, happened. Everything she was dreaming about, became reality.Â
She knows sheâs the best. In her family. In her surrounding. In her kind. She just knows she does.Â
She always ask me to find someone like her. She was right. I canât find one.
Yet things I know
She always and always looks the bads in every people. For her, good people are temporary. They are good when she needs them. They are good when they help her in needs.Â
She can keep projects and money coming to her. Yet, she canât keep people around her. She always and always pushes them away.
She is an independent woman. She gets everything with her own power. Then with her power, she always destroys her relationship with everyone that used to be important in her life.
She always said that she doesnât care what people think about her. Yet, she will always find a chance in every circumstance to kill those people silently.
She always thinks she is the victim in every case. Yet in fact, she is the suspect. Sheâs even the person who create those cases.
She was born to live her life alone.Â
Yet me, I am waiting the right time to escape from the script she was created.Â
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In this working hour, in my working desk, as usual I check my mailing page. Just like any other day, no important email coming in. Then I accidentally open a folder in my mailing page titled âIBU SAYANGâ. With no expectation I open it and read the one and only mail contained in that folder.
That letter was made by my mom for my dad in one of the worst day ever.
That was 13th of November. My Dadâs birthday. As I was planned since two weeks before, I compiled some pictures of me and him. Printed it. And put it in the best frame I could possibly found. Besides that pictures, I also prepared a green bright clothes with my thought of how great he will looks with it when he makes a prayer.Â
Iâm about to send it to his office when I realize I have no idea where to send it to him. I figure that Iâm not planning to make this gift as a surprise, so I text him instead.
Unexpectedly some random messages coming in. That was sent from My Fatherâs number. But I always believed in him. He wouldnât, ever, wrote such a mean messages like that.
Dear you my life crasher,
I donât even know you. Weâd never even met, I hope we will never ever did. In these lines I just wanna say, Hey there! I believe you have become a daughter of a man. He was, perhaps, one of the greatest man youâve ever known. He, probably, loved your mother enough that make you wished you will meet someone just like him to be the love of your life.Â
I donât even remember enough how it feels to have a father. Father figure for me, kinda far from reality. It feels like a great imagination, one of my sweetest dream that will always wake me up crying because dream feels better than reality.
I always believe my Father is a great man. He will forever be my favorite superhero, my idol, my favorite kind of person, yet, my favorite dream and imagination. Just so you know, you took everything from me. And keep calm because Iâm not trying to take it back.
Oh dear, I still couldnât believe how a mean terrible person like you could possibly exist in this beautiful world.Â
Iâm writing this on 23.10. Exactly an hour after I just got home. Yup. I litteraly can not coming in to the house. My mom locked me out. Again.
So here I am at my backyard. Btw, did I mentioned that my mom was totally angry? No?
Okay, that was, perhaps, her second or third madest night. She threw my phone off. Hardly. And it was absolutely broken and totally died. Iâm not even sure that it could be fixed.Â
Let me tell you the story..
No, today was not super fun. I just finished my working time in about seven than just having simple dinner and watch Star Trek with my supporting system. I clearly did not ask her permission before.
Why?
You asking me why?
She will never say yes.Â
So I arrived home at 22.00. Donât worry, Iâm not that bad. I keep her updated with my location and what am I doing.
Then thatâs the end of the story. I ended up here in my fucking backyard. Nope, Iâm not crying at all. I do not even feel sad.
Maybe this is one of the unique thing to spend my youth. Became a little adventurous. Iâm just making a little stupid funny story to be told to my kids-to-be.Â
But, I promised to my self not to treat my kids the way that she treats me. I honestly became so curious about a lot of thing.
And I believe that my adventure is not yet begin. So, again, letâs see where life takes me.
âNasionalisme tak harus selalu ditunjukkan dengan mengorbankan nyawa. Ia memberi pilihan, bahkan melalui bentuk paling sederhana, sepak bolaâ- Andrea Hirata, Sebelas Patriot.
Jika boleh sedikit menengok kebelakang, kelahiran sepakbola di negeri ini bukanlah sebagai lambang kedigdayaan penguasa ataupun ego kedaerahan. Sepakbola lahir di tanah air, sebagai bentuk perjuangan melawan penjajah yang paling menyenangkan. Lebih daripada itu, sepakbola menjadi salah satu bentuk usaha para pemuda untuk memperjuangkan kemerdekaan.
Kini sungguh miris, bagi banyak orang, sepakbola dalam negeri lebih melambangkan kericuhan daripada persatuan. Lebih menjadi simbol carut marut kekuasaan dibandingkan semangat kebangsaan. Lebih menggambarkan pemuda binal daripada pemuda dengan penuh harapan. Banyak anggapan bahwa sepakbola Indonesia tidak punya harapan dan prestasi olahraga hanyalah sebuah gurauan. Sejatinya, sepakbola dapat menjadi warisan emas yang sangat berharga bagi anak cucu bangsa ini di masa yang akan datang. Pada hakikatnya, sepakbola mengajarkan persaaudaraan, semangat juang, dan pintu harapan yang terbuka lebar bagi para pemuda Nusantara yang terus berusaha.
Reformasi persepakbolaan nasional memang bukan pekerjaan mudah, bukan dengan simsalabim, dan tentunya juga tidak bisa dibenahi hanya dalam satu malam. Reformasi merupakan proses bahu membahu yang berkesinambungan. Dimulai dari pembinaan potensi-potensi muda, pelaksaan kompetisi yang berjenjang, dan masih banyak pekerjaan rumah lainnya yang harus dilakukan untuk perlahan membangun kembali prestasi bangsa ini. Namun yang pasti, persatuan dan kesatuan harus dijadikan pondasinya.
Bagi rakyat Indonesia, ada beberapa mimpi sederhana yang, dengan penuh harap, dapat segera menjadi kenyataan. Karena sejujurnya cinta dalam sepakbola tidak melulu soal kemenangan ataupun gol di kandang lawan. Cinta terhadap persepakbolaan tanah air adalah tentang bendera merah putih yang dikibarkan, lagu kebangsaan Indonesia Raya yang dikumandangkan, lambang Garuda yang dikenakan di seragam, serta atmosfer dan teriakan semangat dari tribun dengan penuh rasa persaudaraan. Yang telah berlalu biarkanlah berlalu. Jadikan mati surinya persepakbolaan nasional beberapa bulan kebelakang sebagai bentuk menunduk untuk melompat lebih tinggi. Sebagai momentum untuk melakukan introspeksi diri dan reformasi bagi para supporter dan pemegang kekuasaan.
Di Indonesia, sekali lagi, sepakbola hadir sebagai darah yang suci, darah nasionalisme dan semangat kemerdekaan. Keberadaan klub-klub sepakbola lokal dengan semangat kedaerahannya masing-masing, hadir bukan sebagai pemecah persatuan, namun sebagai bukti keberagaman dan kekayaan Ibu Pertiwi. Jadikan orens, biru, hitam, hijau, kuning, dan warna lainnya sebagai pengental merahnya darah dan penguat putihnya tulang.
Adalah tugas kita, para pemuda, untuk mengembalikan kejayaan negeri ini, salah satunya dari aspek persepakbolaan. Mengembalikan hakikat sepakbola dalam negeri, sebagaimana alasannya dilahirkan di tanah pertiwi. Sepakbola bukan sekedar olahraga. Bukan juga hura-hura belaka. Apalagi sebagai hal yang memecah belah bangsa dan merenggut jiwa para pemuda. Sepakbola adalah identitas diri, kobaran semangat nasionalisme, dan alasan bagi banyak pemuda untuk terus percaya bahwa Indonesia, bisa!
On this day, my junior high fella is dead. He was a young man with amazing attitude. You can simply wonder it by the number of people that escort him to his final resting place. He knows and remembers every single person in my school by their name. He was full of joy and such a laugh-maker. His disappearance is everyoneâs lost.
He was one of a person that I knew living with some dreams. And since I know him, I believe he will be famous one day. He could be an actor with his amazing act. Or maybe he could be a big bandâs vocalist since he was good at it and most important thing is he was so damn entertaining.Â
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For me, his death is feeling like a con of âdream has no boundariesâ quotation. Dreams have boundaries. Death is a boundary. Death is a finish line which means you have nothing to do with your life anymore. Thereâs no more dream that you can make it real. And perhaps, thereâs no dream anymore.
Dream is a great thing. I believe every single person has to have at least one. Because the possibility of having a dream come true is one of a thing that makes this life interesting.
But, this is a note to self so every time I read this I will always remember that, all of our dream would be waaayy better if weâre not only dreaming, preparing, and planning about our life in this earth, but our life after it as well. And we all have to remember to feel blessed because our life itself is a dream of huge number of people who are not lucky enough to go after their dream like what we are doing now.
So keep dreaming, doing our best, and praying as well. Because the only thing that guaranteed will be coming is death. We have no idea when it will be come, all we can do is prepare and do our best when we have the chance.
This post is dedicated for one of the best young man Iâve ever met :
Reyhan Favian Rizad (1996 - 2016), he will always be remembered. Â
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I randomly read my Quora homepage and looking for nothing. Then I found someoneâs answer for a question âWhat is the most important thing to do in your 20s?â. After read these, Iâm not trying to exaggerated it, but honestly, my tear was dropped.Â
I was waiting to board my next flight at the London Heathrow Airport. I called up my parents (thanks to VoIP!) to let them know that I'm doing good so far and about to board my next flight all the way to diametrically opposite side of the planet.Â
The call went for full 20 minutes. This gentleman, a British citizen in his 50s, took a seat beside me. The moment I hung up the call, the gentleman greeted me, "Hello! Are you from India?".
"Hi. Yes, I am. And guessing from your accent, you seem to be a local."
"Oh yes, I am. I live here in London. Were you talking to your parents?"
"Yeah, I was."
"Do you live with them?"
"No, I am working in Hyderabad as a software engineer, while my parents live in a rather small town near Calcutta, which is more than 1000 km from Hyderabad."
"Gosh! I can't imagine that! How often do you talk to them?"
"Well, atleast twice everyday! I was just calling them up to let them know that I am safe and sound in Heathrow and about to board my next flight."
"Twice everyday!!!! Seriously?"
"uhhh, yeah :/ "
"And don't you get irritated by that?"
"Why would I????!!!! I love talking to them, and I know I should because they wish their children to be in touch! Don't they? You must be knowing that better, being a parent yourself, right?"
Silence dawned on his face. I wasn't sure if I had hurt his feelings. With a big sigh, he continued,
"It's not that very common here. My son lives in Reading, which is quite near to London. But he hardly visits me. He calls me up once only during the weekend, sometimes, I don't hear his voice for days!"
I could see tears in his eyes. I really didn't know what to do. He further continued,
"Your parents must be so happy! I'm jealous of them. You are a good son. Make sure you don't disappoint them ever. Will you?"
"Absolutely not! Thank you so much.
(after a minute of pause)
Why don't you call up your son now? Just say a hi to him, how about that? You'll feel better."
He gladly accepts my advice, and dials his son's number. I could faintly hear the voice from the other side.
"Hi Dad. Something wrong?"
"No son, everything's fine. I was just...just..wanted to catch up with you on phone. Boarding my flight to Dallas. Your mother's here as well."
"Have a safe journey Dad. I'll catch up with you later. Need to go now. Bbye!"
And he hangs up the phone.
The gentleman looked at me, "He's not like you. You're a good fellow, and a kind son."
And he trudged away to another seat in the back. I could clearly see heavy drops of tears in his eyes. I wanted to make him feel good. But then, the announcement came in for boarding.
In your 20s, the most important thing you should do is to stay in touch with your parents regularly. Their happiness is overwhelming when they hear your voice, trust me. On one side, I could hear my parents' joy and happiness on the phone, and on the other, the dismay of this old gentleman. A couple of minutes of call to your parents will not kill your time, but rather shower their blessings on you. Be a good son/daughter.
EDIT:
The reason I emphasized on keeping in touch with your parents in your 20s is because you begin your professional career after your college education, and later even get married in your late 20s. The 20s is a remarkable period of transformation in one's life. And it's necessary that even in such tremendous changes in life ahead, one should not forget what an entire generation (your parents) sacrificed for the well being of you!Â
Now Iâm still living with my ma and I have some plans in my mind about my future. But, wickedly, my ma is not a biggest part of it. Itâs all about great damn job, big new city, branded stuffs, good foods, hot-caring lover. Sounds so selfish isnât it?
By the end of this month, August, I will begin my journey as 20s woman. I read lots of posts, qoutes, and article about several tips or things to do when Iâm on my 20s. But that post -or answer- make me realize that my 20s is not about myself. Itâs about my mom and my family as well.
By the way, the one great man who gives these answer is an Indian. His name is Mohit Mishra. Which, show me that family issue is faced by lots of people in diverse country. Every child need to grow up, feeling confident with their own selves. But we, as a child sometimes donât remember that our parent is growing old as well. They need us to taking care of them just like what they did when we were kids.
So, letâs not to make our 20s to be our selfish years. Give our best to people that matters the most in our life. It might be our beginning but we have no idea when it might be ends. Perhaps, the simplest thing we did, matter most to them and light up their entire day.
Ps : you could find his answer on https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-most-important-thing-to-do-in-your-20s/answer/Mohit-Mishra-3?srid=6Gov
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In last eight months, I frequently read almost every single post on http://indonesiamengglobal.com/. I found it totally inspiring and give me truckload of new perspective about life, about education, about living abroad, and mainly about my college-life and the life after it.Â
Only few minutes before I posts this post I found an article in that website. An old-but-gold one. That article not only inspiring, but slapped me right in the face as well.Â
Here I give you the copy of that post, or you can directly read those on http://indonesiamengglobal.com/2012/12/courage-dont-desert-me/
These recent months, I have been reviewing several application essays. This seemingly dull favor, unexpectedly, delivers a fruitful insight. It reminds me of the enthusiasm I used to have months ago.
Early in the morning, just when I was about to rush to work, my cell phone rang. I anticipated nothing (but work) and I saw âMelinda*â on the screen. I answered the call and heard her blabbering things I could not understand. Later, I found out â this young friend of mine had just got accepted to her #1 college!
Coffee shops have been our favorite hangout (read: essay-feedback session) spot. This time, we met at Starbucks and this moment, the spotlight shifted to me. It used to be me doing the questioning and now, she was taking over me â starting to ask me things about work and life here back home.
Melinda is a life planner. She really knows what she wants to be and she knows exactly how to make herself happy. Perhaps, it was her enthusiasm about life that attracted me and made this essay-review session enjoyable.
So she asked me, âTell me, what will happen next in my life?â
I was puzzled, âI thought you knew everything already. Reality check?â
She said, âMaybe. Frankly speaking, I cannot be more excited. I have been waiting for this new life but everything ahead seems so certain yet unclear. I know Iâm heading to the U.S. next year, will graduate by the age of 22, take another degree and be done at 24, 27? Iâll be working after that. I know the big picture but whatâs really in it?â
I laughed. I suddenly feel old.
âMel, let me tell you this. Treat going to college like going to Disneyland. Go explore every ride you are dying for. In a theme park, no game is going to cost you your life (assuming they passed all the technical check-ups). Whatever you do in college, you are safe â as if you were jumping out of a plane with a parachute. Interested in Zumba? Go try it! Wonder what it takes to be in the school sailing team? Go for it! Want to know what it feels to perform in a musical? Go do it! Be adventurous and take risk! You will know more people from diverse backgrounds that way and your learning progress will be boundary-less and much more enjoyable.
If you are not doing all of these at college, when will these chances pass by you (again)?
When you realize you are not learning anything new, stop doing it. Donât repeat things youâve mastered. Be completely open to (positive) change. A gallery, a conversation, or a seminar may change your mindset entirely.
While youâre in college, try to seek friendship and love. This is probably the first time you come across love, lust, doubts, or even hatred. If you are fortunate, you may experience a relationship where money, status, and background have not manipulated your life. Love and friendship are, perhaps, at their purest stage.
After you are out of school, you look at the world and said â I am so ready for this. I will cure cancer, I will save the society from the corrupt, I will change the world, you name it! Remember that warmth, that enthusiasm! Because after bland daily work (e.g. managing administrative task, waiting in the never-turning-green traffic light, replying to countless emails), you may easily blow that spirit away.
Youâll be surprised with the number of wedding invitation envelopes you have to open every month. Later, invitation after invitation, most of your friends will begin to talk about marriage and kids. Age, family, and financial pressure will slowly penetrate your life. You may forget that enthusiasm you used to have years ago. Â Those childhoodwishes â driving a Ferrari, back-packing to Europe, or living in New York City, later sound so selfish and trivial.
The ideal life that we long for will soon be compromised with reality. How you see the world when you are just out of school will be totally different from how you see the world when you have been out from school. Some people go back to school to find that zeal, some other people accept the truth and move on. Regardless, the most important message is, no matter what happens, recall that enthusiasm you had. Do not fear challenges because every good investment always comes with a high cost. Ask yourself what you were originally thinking when you decided to start this venture and always remember why you are here. This is what I know and try to live upon.â
We ended our conversation there. I thank her for reminding me about that long lost spirit and I envy her so much â because her adventure just begins.
*Disclaimer: name has been changed to protect privacy
by Stevia Angesty (December 2012)
I learned a lot from that post.Â
I currently an university student. In about a month my 5th semester will begin. After read that post I asked my soul.
âWhat the f I have done so far?â
With my freshman year, with my college year, or even with my life. I was too scared to taking a risk. I was too terrified about what people think about me. I was too frightened about doing something new, something adventurous.
I forgot that we -literally- live once. And, thereâs no guarantee that thereâs another chance to everybody, to every possibility.Â
I feel so blessed, I read that beautiful article before my college years ends. I still got a chance to make the rest of my college years to be a great beautiful one. And also to live my best life as well.
Dear Mrs. Angesty, I thank God, and I thank you. Youâre saving a soul. Youâre saving a lost soul.Â
Last, to everyone who lucky enough to read this or that article before your college years ends, letâs recall that enthusiasm we had. Letâs face our challenges because every good investment always comes with a high cost. And the most important thing is always remember why we are here.
Sejak kemarin, Senin, 13 Juni 2016 gue dan temen bonding liburan ini a.k.a Yara mulai magang di salah satu perusahaan TV Swasta nasional : TRANS7! Lebih tepatnya kita magang di salah satu program palinggg tua : unyil. Tapiiii.. karena sekarang si unyil udah fancy jadilah nama programnya : Laptop Si Unyil!
Ohiya, pada first magang ever ini gue dan yara di tempatkan sebagai Production Assistant barengan dengan dua orang lainnya : Kak Rian dari Universitas Pakuan Bogor dan Kak Bambang dari Riau. Nama pertamalah yang awal-awalnya banyak ngajarin gue sama yara pada magang kali ini...
Setelah kurang lebih 3 bulan browsing-browsing di Google nyari info magang, bolak-balik ngecekin email nunggu balasan, dan bolak-balik mantengin handphone nunggu panggilan, perlahan-lahan aroma kemenyerahan mulai tercium. Mungkin emang susah nyari magang buat anak semester 4 kayak kita ini...
Adasiih beberapa tanggepan, kayak ANTV yang minta gue majuin periode magang ke Mei : Gabisa. Masih Ujian. Skip.
Hingga beberapa minggu kemudian.. di suatu sore yang indah, gue bersama abang gojek yang setia lagi dijalan pulang, karena ujan jadilah kita berteduh di sebuah warung buat masang jas ujan. Karena ada kesempatan buat buka hp.. gue cek lah tuh hp yang segede nampan.. EH ADA MISKOL dari nomer yang bentukannya kayak nomer kantor. Jantung ku pun berdebar-debar-debar. Gua telepon balik dong.. GADIANGKAT. Karena penasaran dan curiga (jangan2 bukan dari kantor apapun, jangan2 mas2 MLM nawarin obat kurus), gua googling nomer tersebut dan ternyataa HRD TRANS CORP. Upil pak ogah.Â
Tapi geengs, untuk mempersingkat dongeng ini, bukan telfon itulah yang menjadi jalanku magang di tivi..Â
Adalah yara yang beberapa bulan lalu pernah ditasbihkan sebagai LO acara Creabo di Pekan Komunikasi 2016. Di acara tersebutlah yara bertemu dengan seorang cowok berbadan gempal bernama adam. Naah, si Adam inilah yang memperkenalkan yara kepada mba Uci, seorang editor di Trans 7 yang memasukan kita ke magang unyil inih
Beralih dari soal bagaimana kita magang ke ngapain aja sih selama magang. Buat hari pertama.. omiji.. gabutnya bikin pengen nangis. Mana mau pulang nggak enak lagi huhuhu jadilah dihari pertama dan kedua gue dan yara jadi buntut siapapun yang bisa dibuntututin. Mulai dari Kak Rezky sampe Kak Ryan. Mulai dari ke ruang editing sampe ke.. kemana aja deh yang penting ikut:(
Tapi dari kegiatan pembututan tersebut kita jadi tau deh mesti ngapain aja, selain itu juga jadi bisa kenal-kenal sama pekerja-pekerja disini.. Mulai dari editor yang ganti sehari tiga kali sampe satpam-satpam yang kalo malam merangkap jadi receptionist.Â
Jujur, jam kerja di tv ini lumayan nggak jelas yah. Gue sampe kasian sendiri sama Kak Rezky a.k.a PA disini yang kerja dari jam 8 pagi sampe jam 12 malem. Kayaknya, jam pulang itu adalah saat dimana program buat besok udah siap tayang. Huhuhu.
Makin kesini (ditulis pada hari ke 7 magang), gue sih ngerasa udah makin ngeblend sama jobdesc-jobdesc dan lingkungan kerja disini.Â
Setiap pagi gue harus langsung ke lantai 5 buat liat proyeksi tayang, cek deh tuh di proyeksi tayang buat program hari besoknya, apakah ada MOA yang harus diambil? Apakah ada VO yang udah nyampe dan harus dibawa ke editor? Apakah ada naskah baru yang mengharuskan kita menghubungi dubber-dubber boneka unyil dan kawan-kawannya? Apakah ada naskah yang perlu dibuat dummy VOnya? Apakah ada sesuatu yang bisa dikerjakan? Wahaha
Serunya, karena gue dan yara merupakan dua orang cewek yang (mungkin) keliatan model-model anak sosmed, kita berdua di tasbihkan sebagai admin dari semua media sosialnya unyil.. Mulai dari twitter, instagram, facebook, sampe blog! Gak maen-maen guys followers unyil hampir 30 rebuan loh!
Dari semua jobdesc yang harus dikerjakan favorit gue adalah bikinin dummy buat VOnya unyil. Alesannya rendahan sih, karena ruang audio recordingnya dingin dan bikin berasa keren.. muehehe
Selain bikin dummy gue juga seneng bangeet kalo disuruh ngambil VO pak Ogah ke rumahnya. Pak Ogah asik banget asli. Orangnya baik terus kocak. Dan, ke rumah Pak Ogah lumayan lah bisa jadi refreshing juga, bisa jalan-jalan naik mobil tv yang selama ini gue pikir selalu berisi artis. hhhh
Tapi.... sebagai seorang mahasiswa humas dan pecinta bola, gue makin yakin sama dunia kehumasan yang in shaa Allah kedepannya bakal gue tekuni. Nggakk.. Dunia TV bukan dunia ku guyss.Â
Kesimpulannya sih, buat kalian yang penasaran sama dunia penyiaran terutama tivi, go ahead daftar magang di trans 7, banyak pelajaran yang bisa kalian dapet disini. Walaupun capek.. Worth it kok, tapi jangan lama-lama.. wahaha
Finally! Setelah hampir setahun post tempat ini di tumblr jadi wacana, akhirnya terealisasikan juga..
Berawal dari rasa bosan yang luar biasa sama daily activity yang itu-itu aja, ditambah walletâs hero yang sudah mulai meninggalkan sarangnya. Gue mendapat mandat dari dua orang Iblis keshayangan untuk mencari tempat baru yang bersahabat sama dompet tapi juga bisa membersihkan sarang laba-laba yang sudah mulai muncul di Instagram karena nggak punya foto yang instuploadable.
Setelah menghabiskan berbungkus-bungkus chitato sapi panggang untuk menemani meditasi di depan laptop bersama Google, finally I found you baby!Â
Art:1 Mon Decor Gallery!!!
Well, gallery yang berlokasi di utara jakarta ini mungkin a little bit unreachable buat yang tinggal di jakarta selatan atau selatan jakarta seperti gue. Tapi percayalah dengan modal tidak sampai 15 ribu kalian bisa kok sampe ke gallery ketje ini!
It doesnât matter where are you coming from, all that matters is you naik apaan rasa-rasanya relevan dengan tulisan ini, karena dengan Commuterline yang sudah mencakup hampir seluruh area di Ibukota dan sekitarnya, Mon Decor jadi gampang-gampang aja untuk dijajah. As long as turunnya di stasiun Rajawali.
A real thug life akan tiba saat kalian keluar dari stasiun rajawali. Godaan-godaan abang ojek yang menghasut kalo jalan kaki ke stasiun rajawali itu bakal capek banget, akan sama kuatnya dengan cobaan iklan marjan pas bulan puasa. Tapi, trust me, and trust google maps, jalan kaki dari stasiun rajawali ke Mon Decor ga akan lebih jauh dari 500m.
Nah, ada apaansi di Mon Decor yang bikin gallery ini anti-mainstream? Coba googling di google image deh nama museum ini, mungkin kalian ga bakan percaya kalo gallery ini berlokasi di Indonesia. Karena design dan rapihnya itu kayak museum di luar negeri banget... Tapi percaya deh, bagusnya Mon Decor itu enggak cuma di gambar aja, aslinya juga luar biasa bagus dan yang pasti, instagramable!
Pertama kali masuk ke Gallery yang dari luar nggak gede-gede banget ini akan ada sebuah ruangan yang mungkin semacam workshop room dimana buntelan volkswagen kuning ini berada, nggak tau kenapa gue ngerasa remesan vw kodok ini kayak jadi iconnya mon decor.. Walaupun nggak banyak yang bisa diliat (dan difoto) di ruangan ini tapi ada brosur yang bikin kalian ga bego-bego amat pas masuk ke gallerynya.
Right after ngelewatin the real entrance akan terpampang nyata dihadapan kalian sebuah instalasi yang dari jauh gue mikirnya kalo gallery ini lagi di renov, ternyata enggak guys! instalasi ini nyeni banget, dan in detail.. AWESOME!
Nah di real gallerynya baru deh tuh banyak banget karya-karya seni baik 2D maupun 3D yang ditata sedemikian rupa sehingga gallery ini pas banget buat kalian yang para hunter tempat yang instagramable di wilayah Jakarta!
Btw, isi dari gallery ini berdasarkan informasi akan berganti setiap 3 bulannya, tapii gue pribadi sangat yakin pergantian content dari gallery ini nggak akan mengurangi keinstagramablean gallery ini, so donât think twice, dateng aja, gratis kokk!
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Universitas Indonesia. Sebelum secara resmi diterima menjadi mahasiswa universitas terbaik di Indonesia tersebut, UI lebih seperti Universitas Impian. Sekarang? Alhamdullilah, lambang sebuah mimpi yang menjadi kenyataan. Bagi saya, UI merupakan batu loncatan terbesar, sebuah âbiggest step to dream do come trueâ. Masing-masing 2 BKUI, 2 FISIP Summit, dan 2 UI Open Day yang telah saya ikuti, seakan membantu saya menggantikan rasa âaduh capek, masa belajar seharianâ menjadi âsemangat tay, katanya mau jadi anak UIâ.
âHopelessâ adalah kata yang paling tepat untuk menggambarkan perasaan saya kepada hasil PPKB setelah gagal di jalur SNMPTN. Pagi, 31 Mei 2014 ada perang terhebat dalam benak saya antara âdateng TO ke Bimbel apa enggak yaâ. Sampai saat ini pun saya bingung, kenapa akhirnya hari itu saya memutuskan untuk tetap ke Bimbel dan mengikuti TO. Selesai mengerjakan TO nekat saya langsung membuka web UI diam-diam melalui handphone. Niatnya âkalo nggak keterima terus ditanya orang, bilang aja belom bukaâ. Degupan jantung terhebat 2014 terjadi saat itu. Dan tulisan pertama yang saya lihat adalahâŚ.
âSelamat, Anda diterima di Universitas Indonesia.â
Reaksi pertama saya diluar dugaan. Bukan, bukan menangis. Bukan juga teriak. Banting Handphone? Bukan juga. Saya diam. Diam yang benar-benar diam. Saya tekan tombol âbackâ di keypad handphone, saya log-in ulang. Ritual tersebut saya ulangi 3 kali sampai saya yakin kalo itu bukanlah sebuah ilusi optik. Setelah sadar akan realita yang terjadi, air mata menetes diluar kontrol. Di ruang bimbel yang masih penuh orang itu saya teriak âGWEE HAHEET HEPEKABEEâ (translate: âGue dapet PPKB-red). Teriakan yang di-mix dengan tangis kebahagian tersebut membuat reaksi orang disekitar bukan âSelamatâ melainkan âHAH? APAAN?â.
Setelah beribu ucapan selamat dari seisi Bimbel saya memutuskan untuk tidak melanjutkan sesi TO kedua dan memilih pulang. Untuk pempersingkat cerita, saya pulang kerumah dengan ojek sambil menangis dan mendapat selamat dari tukang-tukang ojek sepangkalan. Sesampainya dirumah, saya disambut peluk dan tangis dari Ibu saya yang membuat saya sadar âNggak ada yang lebih indah daripada bikin Ibu lo menangis bahagiaâ.
Kenapa UI? Universitas terbaik di Indonesia di bidang akademik, ditambah kesempatan aktif di Organisasi yang begitu lebar terbuka. Kurang Apa?. Diluar itu, UI adalah mimpi lama. Foto wisuda ayah saya di pinggir danau UI menjadi motivasi. Selain itu, foto saya dengan âjakun pinjemanâ saat FISIP Summit dan Foto di Photo Booth KTM UI menjadi tanda bahwa Jakun dan KTM UI yang tidak lama lagi akan saya dapatkan, Â merupakan lambang all my hard work has finally paid off.
âUdah jadi anak UI nih sekarang mau apa?â. Pertanyaan itu sudah sering sekali ditanyakan Ibu saya pasca secara resmi menjadi âanak UIâ. Sebagai mahasiswa Ilmu Komunikasi, tentunya banyak peranan yang dapat diambil untuk saat ini. Menilik kembali melihat apa yang telah terjadi, tentu bukan rahasia umum lagi bahwa tayangan televisi nasional saat ini tidaklah cukup baik untuk ditonton. Kisah percintaan yang keras dan bebas, lawakan yang monoton dengan suguhan tindak kekerasan sering kita temui di hampir setiap tayangan. Dan lagi,anak-anak sebagai objek sudah berani menjadi bagian dalam tayangan percintaan anak sekolahan yang diluar akal.
Semua hal tersebut membuat saya merasa ada sebuah perubahan yang harus dilakukan. Sebuah perubahan kecil yang berdampak besar. Media menjadi objek utama dalam perubahan tersebut. Oleh sebab itu, saya bertekad untuk aktif di organisasi-organisasi baik tingkat fakultas maupun universitas yang bergerak dalam bidang media informasi. Selain itu masih banyak lagi hal-hal mengerikan di sekitar yang memerlukan kepedulian dan uluran tangan, terutama dari mahasiswa. âUnless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, itâs not.â â Dr. Seuss
âSudah sepantasnya mahasiswa berani dalam berperilaku, bukan hanya wacana semata. Ilmu yang didapat, teori yang kuat, serta mental baja sudah saatnya diterapkan dalam hidup demi kepentingan orang banyak. Sekali lagi, mahasiswa punya peranan penting dalam itu semua. Ini waktunya yang tepat. Masa depan negara, serta anak bangsa ada di tangan kita. Fokus dalam belajar, maju terus mahasiswa!â - Christopel Naibaho