If any of you ask me "How's life??" I'll simply answer "Great!!" because it truly what i feel about life, mainly starting from January 25 until now. After a nice "Makrab" with HMTK, the holiday starts. And i can't expect a better time for it to come after a tiring first semester running a new life as a college student. It has been a "roller-coaster" semester i think. It started with MOS in Ramadhan which successfully make me ill for 3 days, then with the whole lecturers and assignments, organizational activities (though it's very few for me), and it ended with my sister's marriage and the accident happened just a month before that marriage. Wonderful. I got soooooooooo many things in this new life surely. And most importantly, i love it. My other part of life (i mean other than campus and those stuffs) also run excitingly. Life is never flat; absolutely true. Ah, all in all i once again would like to say: life is excitingly wonderful :D.
Okay, back to the holiday talk. Actually, my holiday started even before mid-January, although it's not officially and fully a holiday. Some subjects were done already , therefore no more need to take the lecture; part-time holiday. Furthermore, in mid-January i went to Bandung for Indonesian Varsities English Debate (IVED) in which i have an early holiday (another interesting yet wonderful experience in this half-year term). Just 2 days at home after IVED, off to Tawangmangu for makrab. Exhausted, yes; but simply enjoyable. Aaaannndddd it's OFFICIALLY holiday :D. It's another nowhere-to-go holiday, but i already get used to it since mostly i spend my holiday this way. What i enjoy most is finally I'm free again. Just in case any of you forgotten, i haven't rode my motorcycle for over a month after that accident. Once i got the chance, i grab it with both hand. But it's not merely wandering around the city aimlessly burning the decreasing fossil fuel without any reason, i did it with purpose. I helped people a lot this holiday, and i badly missed that very much when i'm on my "disable" period. I set up someone's internet connection from choosing the modem until installing the firefox, go to relatives' houses, take my mom anywhere she wants, do what my dad asked, go to uncle's house and take part in his recording process, play games with my cousins there, and many more. simply love it. if only everyday in my life can be spent this way. huahahahahaha..
PS: haven't heard the update, but i'm currently anxious of someone's health condition. Get well soon. be praying for you day and night.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Raaanddddoooommmmm
There are things that can't be remedied; unlike exams. Even if you have to wait for another year, you'll have your chance. But in most cases, you can't simply remedy something: words that you say, steps that you take, and time that you spend. Once taken, no backward, no revision, no undo button and no remedy.
So whenever you say a word or act or do something, THINK logically and carefully about what the consequences going to be. Whether you will make someone upset, angry, disappointed or more. If it is so, you'd better not to do it. Erasing pain is not as easy as curing infections.
So whenever you say a word or act or do something, THINK logically and carefully about what the consequences going to be. Whether you will make someone upset, angry, disappointed or more. If it is so, you'd better not to do it. Erasing pain is not as easy as curing infections.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Rich and Poor
One day i attend a "pengajian (dunno the term) in the mosque next to my house. I remember the speaker said "Seburuk2 orang miskin adalah orang miskin yang mengetuk pintu untuk meminta. Seburuk2 orang kaya adalah orang kaya yang pintunya perlu diketuk agar keluar hartanya." I can't exactly say that the words come from the Prophet directly (a hadits) or it's one of his followers (shohabat) or the Ulama. but it's certainly coming from one of them. At that time, after listening to the explanation from the speaker i just think "oh, that's right. very true". But now, i found the reason why. In my personal opinion, the point of the words are the mentality of the rich and the poor people regarding to their condition. we'll take a closer look up next.
The idea of this note comes up after watching Metro TV showing hundreds of people bursting into a mosque -somewhere i forgot- shouting, pushing, stepping on each other, breaking the fence; just to get a plastic bag of meat (it won't weigh more than half kilo). What we can see is that there exactly NO character of humanity among people; once again for a plastic bag of meat. When a Hyena find it's prey, they will do exactly the same to what the people out there do.
Another example; still fresh in our mind the tragedy in Pasuruan caused by similar situation in which people rumbled each other to get Rp 25.000. It caused 21 lives. A price tag of "Rp 25.000" were slapped in 21 lives of our brother. Another example of a wild and non-human behavior.
Whose mistake? Poor people because they are poor? Government because they can't distribute the prosperity? Rich people because they are (so-called) sharing their wealth? None of them.
It's pathetic if a poor people living in a poor condition also poor mentally. If it's for an urgent need (operation, accident, giving birth, etc) then they need to have their pride not to ask and beg. Have their willing to solve it by doing anything but to beg for people's generosity and kind heart. They need to be strong and RESPECT THEMSELVES. They need to give a RESPECT for themselves as a HUMAN BEING. Behave as a human, think as a human, have pride as a human, and live as a human. For their own sake. Eating a meet is not a must; buying new clothes for 'Id is not a must; having a cellphone is not a must (reality: beggars DO have cellphones, and they beg). So, what kind of mental deficiency which make people sacrifice their pride and self-esteem just to get those short-term satisfaction and happiness? Life is not easy; i know it. Money is not everything but everything needs money; agreed. Do everything, sacrifice everything even your life to get some money?? Negative. One of my favorite quote taken from a Tasikmadu employee "Kalo sudah lewat kerongkongan, sate dan singkong akan sama rasanya." It can be implied not just for foods. How long will you admire your new dress, shoes, necklace, etc in front of the mirror?? not that long. Dunno to whom i should speak, but this word is aimed towards those who begs and knocking doors for coins for unimportant and not urgent things: Please, respect yourself. For your own sake.
Rich people living in their palaces with their mercedeses and expensive clothes but closing the eye from their surrounding is the worst person stepping on the earth. Let's take an example. Sayyid Ali Zainal Abidin, son of Husin, grandson of Muhammad SAW, every night roams around Medina carrying wheat on HIS OWN shoulder to be given to poor people in the town. Every night without a single house missed. No one knows about it except his storehouse guard. When he died and no more wheat found in front of houses, people then find out that it's Sayyid Ali who did it every night. That's an example for every rich people to do. For the rich people: Open your eye to your surrounding. Have feeling towards people next to you, in front of you and anywhere near your place. You're afraid of getting poor? Sharing your wealth won't make you poor. You are making a trade to the God; the Richest of all. He won't let His companion down. It's very kind of you if you welcome every people who come to your house and need your help. But you're not different to a baby -waiting to be fed. Move on! Share your wealth! And be socially aware.
The idea of this note comes up after watching Metro TV showing hundreds of people bursting into a mosque -somewhere i forgot- shouting, pushing, stepping on each other, breaking the fence; just to get a plastic bag of meat (it won't weigh more than half kilo). What we can see is that there exactly NO character of humanity among people; once again for a plastic bag of meat. When a Hyena find it's prey, they will do exactly the same to what the people out there do.
Another example; still fresh in our mind the tragedy in Pasuruan caused by similar situation in which people rumbled each other to get Rp 25.000. It caused 21 lives. A price tag of "Rp 25.000" were slapped in 21 lives of our brother. Another example of a wild and non-human behavior.
Whose mistake? Poor people because they are poor? Government because they can't distribute the prosperity? Rich people because they are (so-called) sharing their wealth? None of them.
It's pathetic if a poor people living in a poor condition also poor mentally. If it's for an urgent need (operation, accident, giving birth, etc) then they need to have their pride not to ask and beg. Have their willing to solve it by doing anything but to beg for people's generosity and kind heart. They need to be strong and RESPECT THEMSELVES. They need to give a RESPECT for themselves as a HUMAN BEING. Behave as a human, think as a human, have pride as a human, and live as a human. For their own sake. Eating a meet is not a must; buying new clothes for 'Id is not a must; having a cellphone is not a must (reality: beggars DO have cellphones, and they beg). So, what kind of mental deficiency which make people sacrifice their pride and self-esteem just to get those short-term satisfaction and happiness? Life is not easy; i know it. Money is not everything but everything needs money; agreed. Do everything, sacrifice everything even your life to get some money?? Negative. One of my favorite quote taken from a Tasikmadu employee "Kalo sudah lewat kerongkongan, sate dan singkong akan sama rasanya." It can be implied not just for foods. How long will you admire your new dress, shoes, necklace, etc in front of the mirror?? not that long. Dunno to whom i should speak, but this word is aimed towards those who begs and knocking doors for coins for unimportant and not urgent things: Please, respect yourself. For your own sake.
Rich people living in their palaces with their mercedeses and expensive clothes but closing the eye from their surrounding is the worst person stepping on the earth. Let's take an example. Sayyid Ali Zainal Abidin, son of Husin, grandson of Muhammad SAW, every night roams around Medina carrying wheat on HIS OWN shoulder to be given to poor people in the town. Every night without a single house missed. No one knows about it except his storehouse guard. When he died and no more wheat found in front of houses, people then find out that it's Sayyid Ali who did it every night. That's an example for every rich people to do. For the rich people: Open your eye to your surrounding. Have feeling towards people next to you, in front of you and anywhere near your place. You're afraid of getting poor? Sharing your wealth won't make you poor. You are making a trade to the God; the Richest of all. He won't let His companion down. It's very kind of you if you welcome every people who come to your house and need your help. But you're not different to a baby -waiting to be fed. Move on! Share your wealth! And be socially aware.
Graduate? Work? Life?
Yesterday i woke up a little bit late in the morning. My class will start at 8 and i opened my eyes at 7.15. So i don't have too much time preparing both mind and body to go to campus and face PHYSICS at that time. After a quick bath (but still clean and clear. haha) i ran my motorbike while my brain is updating and loading information and data.
The arc of "Universitas Sebelas Maret" hung above my head welcoming everyone passing by with pride. It was a very crowded morning with a lot of motorbikes walking slowly through the security. I wondered "What's on earth? It's unusually this crowded". 50 meters forward i found out the answer; it's GRADUATION time.
Okay, let's skip the crowds and parking lots. My mind is loaded and ready to work. The first thing came up to my mind is about the graduation. Hundreds of people once called "Mahasiswa" is now called "sarjana". Their family came along to the campus; putting on make-ups, wearing torturing skirts called Kebaya completed with a huge and heavy Sanggul, preparing foods, photos, taking their babies and children packed with toys and candies, waiting for hours, just to celebrate that short change of status. Parents are proud with their Graduate-Boy. Their millions of investment will shortly pay back. With a short whip of the ribbon on the hat, 4 years (or more) effort and struggles are finally acknowledged. They're on the doorstep of "a better future". It goes with a pile of dream that will follow.
If the question is "What to do after graduation?" then the answer will be "work, work and work. then get married. hahaha.." is it that simple? Can be yes but mostly no. Later on that day less than 24 hours, i read a newspaper and find an interesting title "Jumlah Pengangguran Bergelar Sarjana Meningkat". The discussion can be brought to how incapable the government to provide job and etc, but that's not the menu for now. 14,3% of graduated undergraduates are still jobless. Albeit their scores and whereabouts or their universities, it's still a stunning figure. And something that burden every mind of a "sarjana"-going-to-be.
My sister is a bachelor of law (Sarjana Hukum). When she graduated her friends came along and take pictures. One of them congratulated my sister and said "Well,you've been through a lot of difficult things in your study to obtain the bachelor degree. But later on you will find that finding a job is a lot more difficult". Quote of the week everyone?
Well, life is a hyper-complicated thing to be talked. But we know something that is called "causal relation". So if you do something, then the result or the outcome will also goes inline with what you do. If we study and graduate from university, then the path to success is up ahead. We do what we have to do; work the work. But one thing is certain, FATE determines everything. My mom (the most philosophical person i ever met) told me "Pray to God, ask for a good fate. Then do what you have to do.". So, no need to be afraid of the threat to be the part of the 14.3%. Let's study, let's go to schools, universities, colleges, etc. Overall, let God do what He does best.
The arc of "Universitas Sebelas Maret" hung above my head welcoming everyone passing by with pride. It was a very crowded morning with a lot of motorbikes walking slowly through the security. I wondered "What's on earth? It's unusually this crowded". 50 meters forward i found out the answer; it's GRADUATION time.
Okay, let's skip the crowds and parking lots. My mind is loaded and ready to work. The first thing came up to my mind is about the graduation. Hundreds of people once called "Mahasiswa" is now called "sarjana". Their family came along to the campus; putting on make-ups, wearing torturing skirts called Kebaya completed with a huge and heavy Sanggul, preparing foods, photos, taking their babies and children packed with toys and candies, waiting for hours, just to celebrate that short change of status. Parents are proud with their Graduate-Boy. Their millions of investment will shortly pay back. With a short whip of the ribbon on the hat, 4 years (or more) effort and struggles are finally acknowledged. They're on the doorstep of "a better future". It goes with a pile of dream that will follow.
If the question is "What to do after graduation?" then the answer will be "work, work and work. then get married. hahaha.." is it that simple? Can be yes but mostly no. Later on that day less than 24 hours, i read a newspaper and find an interesting title "Jumlah Pengangguran Bergelar Sarjana Meningkat". The discussion can be brought to how incapable the government to provide job and etc, but that's not the menu for now. 14,3% of graduated undergraduates are still jobless. Albeit their scores and whereabouts or their universities, it's still a stunning figure. And something that burden every mind of a "sarjana"-going-to-be.
My sister is a bachelor of law (Sarjana Hukum). When she graduated her friends came along and take pictures. One of them congratulated my sister and said "Well,you've been through a lot of difficult things in your study to obtain the bachelor degree. But later on you will find that finding a job is a lot more difficult". Quote of the week everyone?
Well, life is a hyper-complicated thing to be talked. But we know something that is called "causal relation". So if you do something, then the result or the outcome will also goes inline with what you do. If we study and graduate from university, then the path to success is up ahead. We do what we have to do; work the work. But one thing is certain, FATE determines everything. My mom (the most philosophical person i ever met) told me "Pray to God, ask for a good fate. Then do what you have to do.". So, no need to be afraid of the threat to be the part of the 14.3%. Let's study, let's go to schools, universities, colleges, etc. Overall, let God do what He does best.
A no-aim Post
Well, i've been extremely busy lately because of my sister's marriage. So i almost have no time to sit for hours and thinking about what to write here in my blog. But nooooowwwww, it's all done and dusted. My sis has moved to her new house with her husband, my room is back to it's usual function (my room is a bedroom-cum-storage), and my house is slowly back to it's normal condition with the quiet morning and everything. I'm in a great mood to post something but my mind is stuck on my sis' marriage and i'm waiting for the pictures to make a writing about it. So, it's enough for now. just to fulfill my thirst :D.
PS: my life theme-song for now: Ghanneeli Shuwayya-Shuwayya by Umm Kaltsum :D
PS: my life theme-song for now: Ghanneeli Shuwayya-Shuwayya by Umm Kaltsum :D
Friday, December 25, 2009
The Tale of a Taxi Driver
This story happened just two days ago on my way to campus. Because of my condition right now, i have to take taxi every time i want to go (while usually Mas Bayu take me home after debate practice). It's just a normal day with the casualties: wake up, bath, make up, call for cab, and zap! Off to campus.
"Morning, Sir. Where to go?" said the driver. I replied "Campus please. UNS" while i was busy with my backpack and making myself comfortable inside the taxi (well, if u have to stretch your long leg inside a small cabin then make sure you get the best position). I didn't pay much attention about the driver until i hear his breathing sound. It was heavy and short. It was as if he has an asthma. I stare at him and starting from this point, i feel terribly uncomfortable w trip.
Please meet Mr. Surono (his id card was right in front of me), driver of a private-owned taxi company in Solo.. His hair is a total black but his mustache is as white as Gandalf's. Even that well-colored hair can't hide his age. His face shows wrinkles and other aging signs. He must be at least 60!!!! And HE DRIVES A TAXI!!! "OH MY GOD!! He's too old to drive!!"
Enough for the introduction. He drives uncomfortably indeed, and that certainly increases my adrenalin pressure. Moreover, he's rather impatient and loves to sound horns (every taxi driver does so). 1km away from home, he bought a newspaper from the seller on the street which hardly notice his horns and waves, therefore he muttered something grumpily. Hectically taking it from the seller, he tried to put it under the sun-blocking stuff above his head but somehow it keeps on falling and he lost his patience, ignoring it scattered all over the car. Can't think of any worse.
Jebres railway. Got to stop because a train passing. Here starts the tale. Mr. Surono opened the talk by asking about my study (he thought I'm currently studying in the FIFTH semester while actually i just enterd the campus life for 5 months approximately. And he keeps on saying that my body stature is "longgor" that i can say as "BIG". thank you sir!!).
Mr. Surono: My oldest child, a boy, he was a graduated accountant from UXX (no name allowed!!!). he was graduated one-and-a half year ago. When he's about to graduate, he asked for the graduation fee. 3 million at that time. I'm a poor person, therefore obtaining such amount of money is not easy. So i decided to pawn (menggadaikan) my only motorbike. i got only 2.7 million, and the rate was 5%. To make matter worse, it's returned with problem. I had to bring it to the mechanic. more money spent. Ah, but that doesn't matter for me. For my child, i'll do my best. even though he still can't find a job up to now. So i still have to work to help our family's financial condition. My daughter also works in a factory. Yah, that's how life is. I wish you for a best luck from now on and throughout your life, Mas. Because right now, being a university graduate doesn't guarantee a better living condition.
Can't say a word while he tells his story, and can only reply with "amin insya Allah" after his last sentence.
So there i was in the doorstep of my campus. I paid him, then he left with the first "lecture" i have that day.... And it worth a lot. parent's love, struggles of life, challenges ahead, and many more. I keep on praying to Allah that i will be able to stop working by 40. Or if i want to work, i'll work for my excitement, not for my struggle. Wish all of you so..
"Morning, Sir. Where to go?" said the driver. I replied "Campus please. UNS" while i was busy with my backpack and making myself comfortable inside the taxi (well, if u have to stretch your long leg inside a small cabin then make sure you get the best position). I didn't pay much attention about the driver until i hear his breathing sound. It was heavy and short. It was as if he has an asthma. I stare at him and starting from this point, i feel terribly uncomfortable w trip.
Please meet Mr. Surono (his id card was right in front of me), driver of a private-owned taxi company in Solo.. His hair is a total black but his mustache is as white as Gandalf's. Even that well-colored hair can't hide his age. His face shows wrinkles and other aging signs. He must be at least 60!!!! And HE DRIVES A TAXI!!! "OH MY GOD!! He's too old to drive!!"
Enough for the introduction. He drives uncomfortably indeed, and that certainly increases my adrenalin pressure. Moreover, he's rather impatient and loves to sound horns (every taxi driver does so). 1km away from home, he bought a newspaper from the seller on the street which hardly notice his horns and waves, therefore he muttered something grumpily. Hectically taking it from the seller, he tried to put it under the sun-blocking stuff above his head but somehow it keeps on falling and he lost his patience, ignoring it scattered all over the car. Can't think of any worse.
Jebres railway. Got to stop because a train passing. Here starts the tale. Mr. Surono opened the talk by asking about my study (he thought I'm currently studying in the FIFTH semester while actually i just enterd the campus life for 5 months approximately. And he keeps on saying that my body stature is "longgor" that i can say as "BIG". thank you sir!!).
Mr. Surono: My oldest child, a boy, he was a graduated accountant from UXX (no name allowed!!!). he was graduated one-and-a half year ago. When he's about to graduate, he asked for the graduation fee. 3 million at that time. I'm a poor person, therefore obtaining such amount of money is not easy. So i decided to pawn (menggadaikan) my only motorbike. i got only 2.7 million, and the rate was 5%. To make matter worse, it's returned with problem. I had to bring it to the mechanic. more money spent. Ah, but that doesn't matter for me. For my child, i'll do my best. even though he still can't find a job up to now. So i still have to work to help our family's financial condition. My daughter also works in a factory. Yah, that's how life is. I wish you for a best luck from now on and throughout your life, Mas. Because right now, being a university graduate doesn't guarantee a better living condition.
Can't say a word while he tells his story, and can only reply with "amin insya Allah" after his last sentence.
So there i was in the doorstep of my campus. I paid him, then he left with the first "lecture" i have that day.... And it worth a lot. parent's love, struggles of life, challenges ahead, and many more. I keep on praying to Allah that i will be able to stop working by 40. Or if i want to work, i'll work for my excitement, not for my struggle. Wish all of you so..
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Who is weird?
Last night, i was awoken by the sound of a trumpet (it sounds like the one used by Bakpao sellers). Sounds normal?? No if it's at 1.38 am (i DO check the clock in my cellphone). I just wonder who's the person freak enough to make that stupid sound in the middle of the night waking me from my sleep.
Almost exactly 12 hours from that "tweet" tragedy, i left my house for Mbak Vista's boarding house for my debating preparation. Solo was at it's peak of heat and i haven't got a proper sleep the night before. Not to mention that i have a broken palm and a ruptured ligament which limit my movement and bothers me a lot.
Confused with the connection? You'll catch it later on. After i awoke up, i remembered, "Oh, it's 1 Sura night. People are waiting for the buffalo." Here in Solo, there's a tradition where a number of buffalo believed to be the heir of Kyai Slamet (i wonder how this Kyai got a buffalo instead of a cute baby) is paraded around the city in the night of Islamic new year- known as 1 Sura- along with some Keraton's artifacts. People said that the aim is to protect the city and surrounding from disasters, catastrophes, and stuffs like that, to bring the prosperity and wealth (i wonder how many buffalo does American has to be such a prosperous country), and many more. Thousands of people; old, young, child, baby, or even ZYGOTES are there standing in line, flooding the streets waiting to see the buffalo crossing by. Ah, i almost forget to mention the snacks available: Paddle Pop, cakue, cimol, batagor, es camcau, wedang ronde, and maybe bakpao (read the trumpet part if you forget). No pempek seller though i think :p. Just in case you forget about it, this whole crowds and cafeterias take place in the middle of the night. If i'm not mistaken the parade started at 1 am.
I sat on my bed, grabbed my bottle, drank the water till the very last drop and then started questioning: WHY? Come oooon,, such an eating maniac as i do would gladly sacrifice a whole pizza with the very complete topping and addition on it for a good night sleep. But not with them. I bet those people had stayed awake while waiting for the buffalo. Chatting, watching TVs, Facebook-ing and other things related to such kind of social stuffs, and etc. True that it's a yearly parade. True that it's a nice cultural event. But somehow i still can't get it: staying awake the whole night for it. Me personally have never watched that parade. Yes it's not my hobby to watch or participate on parades, but the time makes it less interesting for me to watch it. Even though my bed is no more than 15 meters away from the street.
About 8.15 pm i opened the door of my mom's room, showing my face to say "I'm home". I had just finished my first debate training with my new team-mate preparing for the upcoming IVED. I washed my face, then out of a sudden my brain works and said "Hey dude, you label those people standing next by the road waiting for the buffalo as a freak, while you yourself had just come home after spending your time talking about something which has nothing to do with you, nor your family, nor your society, not even your country (the motion was "That more of NEW York Harvey Milk school should be established"). YOU are by no means a freak too!" Well, i am actually. huahahahaha..
Okay let's combine those two poles apart things. One word to describe them all: joy. People find it's joyful for them to do that while i see it as weird. I find it's highly joyful to have debating practices with all the preparation and post-training things while i can't even describe about what is so fun on it. People stayed awake, chilled out on cold, it's just the price to get the joy. And such price is no match to the satisfaction they get, to the pleasure feeling watching an excited face of their children, and the pride to have seen their culture. Me myself spend some thousands for taxis, printing matters and more, resisting pain and discomfort, sitting in front of my computer for hours doing the research, all for my joy. Just for your information, the very first place i visited after my operation is my campus, and the aim is no other than participating for this IVED selection. Call me crazy, and i don't mind. Each person is crazy in their own terms. One might find something weird but the other find it as a need. Life is not only yours, but also others.
Almost exactly 12 hours from that "tweet" tragedy, i left my house for Mbak Vista's boarding house for my debating preparation. Solo was at it's peak of heat and i haven't got a proper sleep the night before. Not to mention that i have a broken palm and a ruptured ligament which limit my movement and bothers me a lot.
Confused with the connection? You'll catch it later on. After i awoke up, i remembered, "Oh, it's 1 Sura night. People are waiting for the buffalo." Here in Solo, there's a tradition where a number of buffalo believed to be the heir of Kyai Slamet (i wonder how this Kyai got a buffalo instead of a cute baby) is paraded around the city in the night of Islamic new year- known as 1 Sura- along with some Keraton's artifacts. People said that the aim is to protect the city and surrounding from disasters, catastrophes, and stuffs like that, to bring the prosperity and wealth (i wonder how many buffalo does American has to be such a prosperous country), and many more. Thousands of people; old, young, child, baby, or even ZYGOTES are there standing in line, flooding the streets waiting to see the buffalo crossing by. Ah, i almost forget to mention the snacks available: Paddle Pop, cakue, cimol, batagor, es camcau, wedang ronde, and maybe bakpao (read the trumpet part if you forget). No pempek seller though i think :p. Just in case you forget about it, this whole crowds and cafeterias take place in the middle of the night. If i'm not mistaken the parade started at 1 am.
I sat on my bed, grabbed my bottle, drank the water till the very last drop and then started questioning: WHY? Come oooon,, such an eating maniac as i do would gladly sacrifice a whole pizza with the very complete topping and addition on it for a good night sleep. But not with them. I bet those people had stayed awake while waiting for the buffalo. Chatting, watching TVs, Facebook-ing and other things related to such kind of social stuffs, and etc. True that it's a yearly parade. True that it's a nice cultural event. But somehow i still can't get it: staying awake the whole night for it. Me personally have never watched that parade. Yes it's not my hobby to watch or participate on parades, but the time makes it less interesting for me to watch it. Even though my bed is no more than 15 meters away from the street.
About 8.15 pm i opened the door of my mom's room, showing my face to say "I'm home". I had just finished my first debate training with my new team-mate preparing for the upcoming IVED. I washed my face, then out of a sudden my brain works and said "Hey dude, you label those people standing next by the road waiting for the buffalo as a freak, while you yourself had just come home after spending your time talking about something which has nothing to do with you, nor your family, nor your society, not even your country (the motion was "That more of NEW York Harvey Milk school should be established"). YOU are by no means a freak too!" Well, i am actually. huahahahaha..
Okay let's combine those two poles apart things. One word to describe them all: joy. People find it's joyful for them to do that while i see it as weird. I find it's highly joyful to have debating practices with all the preparation and post-training things while i can't even describe about what is so fun on it. People stayed awake, chilled out on cold, it's just the price to get the joy. And such price is no match to the satisfaction they get, to the pleasure feeling watching an excited face of their children, and the pride to have seen their culture. Me myself spend some thousands for taxis, printing matters and more, resisting pain and discomfort, sitting in front of my computer for hours doing the research, all for my joy. Just for your information, the very first place i visited after my operation is my campus, and the aim is no other than participating for this IVED selection. Call me crazy, and i don't mind. Each person is crazy in their own terms. One might find something weird but the other find it as a need. Life is not only yours, but also others.
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