LP'ers The Series (I)

             Bermula di pertengahan tahun 2001 yang random, lebih dari 10 thn yang lalu. Kami saling dipertemukan di sebuah sekolah lanjutan pertama, tanpa menyadari satu sama lain bahwa nantinya takdir Allah akan terus membuat kami bersama.  MTsN 1 Model P.Raya, sekolah kenangan. Sekolah yang menyebabkan impian anak-anak (untuk dapat mengenang indahnya masa-masa SMP) menjadi kenyataan *agak terdengar hiperbola*

                Saya, mendapat nama panggilan baru di sekolah itu, Norka. Nama yang akhirnya lebih banyak digunakan dalam kehidupan saya di hari-hari berikutnya. Waktu itu saya masuk kelas 1-2. Beberapa lama menjalani hari, seorang murid baru diperkenalkan di ruang kelas kami. Dengan masih sangat jelas, saya mengingatnya menggunakan jam tangan berwarna pink dengan sapu tangan yang dibawanya ke mana-mana. Anak centil, saya menyimpulkan. Entah menggunakan rumus logika matematika yang mana hingga akhirnya saya mengambil kesimpulan tsb.

For 12 Blog Posts of The Year, I Write This...

            I sadly feel a bit shocked when the time flies so fast and brings me down to the end of 2011. What I’ve done to fulfil it is really ordinary. My big willingness that I put in my mind in the early year is decreasing constantly as long as days go..It includes a dream to write anything in my blog, that also has to be forgot when I realized there’s only 11 post is saved in my blog archieve..Then I wanna make it complete to be 12 post so that it can be counted as 1 post per a month in average. That’s clearly very tricky, eh? ^^

College, University and I...

I find a totally different type of learning system between my past college and the present one, in university. The last gets me a bit tired of trying to make myself being compatible with. It may be literally classified as disorientation syndrom. Sounds illogical but that’s what I feel..

            Often, I compare on how different their lecturers when explaining the lesson in classes. I respect them both. But to be honest, I’m really missing my great lecturers in my 3 years college in AKA Bogor. I lately realize that they are very capable and professional when teaching in a class. They’re  experts of their own field and have a brilliant academic background. They are killer and humble at the same time, ..After I officially graduated from AKA Bogor, I just knew that’s so much I have had from it. Knowledge, skill, sense of chemist, and passion to be the best.

22 Years of Life

22 years of my life

And I’m still trying to find out that big hill of hope

for a destination..

sometimes it feels so high

it sounds so far

it seems so difficult to hold

but I can’t stop dreaming..

No matter, I let them got me laughing

Also, I allow them got me yelling

I just wanna run,

without caring..

So I wake up in the morning

And step out into my imaginary garden

Showing the most beautiful colors of flowers

Easily I see,,

The red is Europe

The white is for backpacking and exploring the world

The yellow is for meeting new people and tasting culture out there

The brown is for living in the bigger place

The blue is for flying  and touching my old Oxbridge

The purple is Edensor

And the green, my favorite one, is for being an expert of chemist; it may be a spectroscopyst, a biochemist, or whatever it will be named

Sounds so selfish, eh?

Hope the above are not for my just own self

Never mind sharing their greatness for everybody around me..

22 years of my life

And I’m still trying to reach out that big hills of hope

for many destinations..

Wake Me Up When December Ends..

am I waiting for something new?
wondering,
worrying,
got tired of waiting,

a friend asked:
"You're tired of wondering about what though? or just worrying over work and school?"

I don't know what to say exactly..

again:
"i hope you aren't actually depressed, maybe just sad or something. i know i can feel like that sometimes as well. what was it that upset you though, if you don't mind sharing? i hope i didn't say something you were upset by..."

 still,
I don't know
I don't even imagine what it is
hope I can fix it all,,
not so sure
but just working on it..

                                                             (Mr. Google)

ps: random night in december..

Where Has The Time Gone?

It’s been a year since we’re separated
We were laughing
We were crying
We were yelling, together
That’s all we need to be more mature than before
And we’re done..
Everything which is written in our destiny now ends..
A question is left in mind;
“Where has the time gone?”
Simple question with no answer

The present drives us lonely
Really hope and do pray;
“God, please send us back to that moment
We are deeply dying to face it once again”
Maybe sometime, somewhere, and somehow that we don’t ever know??

Friends,,
When we first met for each other
It changed my chapter of life
You all colored mine with the best ink I’ve ever seen
Thanks for being a part of me
We have some ways to go
We have many dreams to reach
We have much happiness to get
Make me sure you’d love to say;
“We are forever friends”


(p.s:dedicated to my lovely friends, big family of TPL AKA class of 2007)

Dialog Senja

Gundah,,

langit sore mulai memerah

hari yang dilalui

ingin mencapai banyak mimpi

bertanya;mengapa tak berarti?

menjawab; cukup dengan terus melalui, dan kau akan sampai pada garis akhir perjuangan

bertanya;berapa lama lagi?

menjawab;tanyakan pada sang upaya, sudahkah dia bekerja keras..
tanyakan pada sang tangan, sudahkah menengadah penuh pasrah dlm nama Allah..

bertanya;tapi ingin menyerah

menjawab:menyerahlah,tak apa..itu memudahkan sejarah untuk tidak memasukkanmu pada daftar para pejuang

langit sore sempurna memerah,,

Indah

When I First Came to Bali

            It suddenly came to me a chance to make a trip to Bali, one of the most popular islands in the world. Don't envy me, because that trip wasn't for having fun or holiday or many other names were alike..Errr, it was for working. But again, I still wanna say thanks to Allah for getting me a great moment, Alhamdulillah..Let me flow with the story!!

         When I attended the workshop at Luwansa Hotel (Saturday-September 24th, 2011), I got a bit shocked by my phone ringing. In fact, Mrs.Husnia stood there in Java Island, was calling me. FYI, Mrs.Husnia is one of the Craft's womans I have to accompany along my job as TPL. Making of Batik Kalteng is her daily life..She asked me to go to Bali as a representative of her industry to attend a partnership meeting among small industries and big industries. Wow,,I quickly said  "Yes".hehe..

Congratulations on Your Graduation Herlina LP’ers!!

          Hari ini,Sabtu 3 September 2011, adalah hari di mana akan dilaksanakan saat-saat seremonial paling ditunggu. Pada pukul 08.00 WIB nanti Elen (Herlina LP’ers-red) akan secara resmi diwisuda dengan menyandang gelar S, Pd. (Sarjana Pendidikan)..Akhirnya setelah berjuang selama 4 tahun, melalui lika-liku perkuliahan, Elen menjadi anggota LP’ers pertama yang berhasil meraih S-1. Sedangkan saya, Wiwi, Zai, dan Lely sementara ini baru sebatas D3.Congrats Len!! kami akan menyusul untuk diwisuda kembali, Insya Allah..

                                       (sumber gambar : om google)

      Berikut wejangan pribadi saya untukmu Len,hihi (Untuk LP’ers yang lain silahkan menambahkan):

1.    Kami tau Elen saat ini bingung dengan jalan yang membentang & pilihan2 yang siap untuk digenggam. Istikharahlah, believe in Allah, He’ll show you the way..

2.     Ketika sudah memutuskan akan mengambil jalan yang mana, do your best in it!! Lakukan apa yang kamu cintai atau paling tidak cobalah mencintai apa yang kamu lakukan

3.     You have to know that We’ll always stand by you..never ever leave you, and we’ll catch for each other wherever we fall..

Finally, I just wanted to say “Cheers to your success and the good times that are to follow. Happy graduation and best wishes!!”

Sekali lagi, Selamat diwisuda Len..

               

Re-born

Setelah sekian lama, sekian waktu, dan berbulan-bulan tdk mengupadate blog, di ramadhan 1432 H hari ke27 ini secara random muncul keinginan utk memposting sebuah tulisan. Ternyata memang sangat susah mengharapkan diri ini menjadi rajin.Hehe..Jujur saja,pd masa2 awal mengupdate blog dulu,saya berkeinginan kuat utk tetap memposting tulisan secara rutin. Tp seperti biasanya pula, saya dengan cepat menjadi lupa dengan niat yang sebelumnya sangat kuat tersebut. Kadang2 saya pun bingung dgn sedikit gangguan kepribadian ini, di mana pada saat2 tertentu saya dengan mudah bermimpi utk mencapai atau melakukan sesuatu & dgn mudah pula melupakannya, namun pada saat yg lain keinginan saya akan sesuatu menjadi tidak dapat dibendung. Ngomong apa sih??hehe,,hanya sedikit intermezzo.

Sedikit melakukan napak tilas perjalanan hidup saya satu tahun yang lalu, yang ketika itu saya berada dalam fase “menghabiskan masa2 terakhir di bogor & mjd anak kost perantauan”. Ramadhan & Idul Fithri tahun lalu saya habiskan di Bogor, tdk melakukan aktivitas mudik lebaran setahun sekali seperti 2 tahun sebelumnya. Sebagai mahasiswa tahun terakhir kesibukan yang dilakukan tdk jauh2 seputar revisi Tugas Akhir & euforia menyambut wisuda (kata euforia sepertinya agak hiperbola). Bersama teman2 sesama ‘anak perantauan yg tdk mudik saat lebaran’, kami berlebaran di kost2an sambil secara ramai2 menjarah ketupat lebaran buatan teman2 saya, Nurul cs. Singkat kata, itu menjadi lebaran terakhir kami di Bogor sampai sejauh ini. Lepas hiruk-pikuk lebaran digantikan hirup-pikuk menyiapkan kebaya untuk wisuda. Akhirnya 23 september 2010, bertempat di gedung Kementerian Perindustrian RI, akhirnya kami diwisuda. HORE!!!!perjuangan , kelelahan, keputusasaan (dramatis sedikit), serta segala lika-liku kehidupan seorang mahasiswa akhirnya terbayar lunas saat tali toga berpindah dari sebelah kiri ke sebelah kanan. Saya yakin kisah seperti itu tdk akan pernah terulang, meskipun pada masanya nanti saya akan berstatus sbg mahasiswa kembali tp saya tau bahwa kisahnya tdk akan sama dgn sewaktu saya mjd mahasiswa di AKA Bogor.hiks hiks (big thanks to all members of TPL AKA Bogor, class of 2007 ,,for  creating a great story in my life)

                    (desi-rini-ibu chris,ibu kost terbaik sedunia-norka-mei)