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Arti Ibu...(Djarum Super 2010)

Alur ceritanya begitu sederhana, dikemas hanya dalam waktu kurang dari tiga menit. Namun, pesannya cukup kuat untuk membuat kita berpikir dan belajar lagi tentang arti keberadaan Ibu dalam kehidupan kita. Ia mungkin tak kuat lagi untuk menggendong dan meninabobokkan, tapi kasih sayangnya tak akan berkurang. Sebaliknya, dulu mungkin kita begitu sayang (dalam arti tak bisa pisah) dari Ibu karena ketergantungan kita pada dirinya. Setidaknya sewaktu kita masih kanak-kanak, jawaban itu yang akan kita ucapkan jika ada yang bertanya tentang seberapa besar kasih kita ke Ibu. Namun, seiring berjalannya waktu, sosok dan kasih kita pada dirinya mungkin berangsur hilang. Karena kita sudah merasa lebih mampu, dewasa, dan tidak butuh dia lagi. Tak jarang pula kasih ke Ibu tergantikan oleh kasih kita pada isteri, suami, dan pekerjaan. Hingga, tubuh rentanya kadang menjadi pemicu kejengkelan dan keluhan kita...minimal seperti dalam cerita iklan tersebut...

“Big Day Out”

My first trip since I arrived in Australia. I and other AusAID students at University of Canberra went to Batemans bay and other places after completing our IAP training program. Just for fun before walking on a real path of study...

http://www.canberra.edu.au/monitor/articles/new/20080331_ausaid

Toilet's Poem

I read this poem when I entered the University of Canberra's Library's rest room. To me, it is interesting enough regarding the creativity of It's writer to write a poem in a very short time. Not long but quite good to make anyone smile. It is written there:

Some come here to sit and think
others come to shit and stink
I came here to scratch my balls
and write this shit on toilet walls

what do you think?

Anonymous,

“There is always a choice about the way you do your work,
even if there is not a choice about the work itself”.


The past is history, the future is a mystery.
Today is a gift, that is why we call it
the present.

Canberra oh Canberra

After long trip from Denpasar to Perth then to Canberra via Sydney, I and my friend arrived to this quite and cold city (even in summer) on 13 January, two weeks ago. Student's centre officer picked us up at Canberra airport and drove us to our temporary accommodation at university residences. The place is nice, of course, the facilities are better than my dorm when I did my undergraduate program in Makassar.
Although it is crowded (14 students in a ten rooms dorm), stay on campus is really fascinating. Meet and share everything with new friends e.g New Zealander, Indian, Bangladeshi, Pakistani, and Chinese and Indonesian will ber part of my story.

Moreover, my campus is just like a small zoo (bush everywhere and it is easy to find snakes or birds around it!), yesterday was little bit special because I could see a real kangguru with her babies (joeys) at around the dorm, very close to me.

My EAP: the last day

My EAP training was closed this morning. Every students have got their report, an achievement report during the EAP course. What has been written in my report? Generally, as every report that has been written to every students, it is as same as mine, during the EAP I can show a positive progression. However, I found a special thing written there. I'm the most humorous student in my classroom. The dodgey man! According to my teacher. am I?
Tomorrow morning will be our final and the most stressful day, an IELTS Test. This result will influence whether I can go to my first choice Uni or not.
After IELTS I will stay here for three more days before returning to Makassar to meet my families, friends and other people that I have never seen since in April.

Oh life..

This month is the third month of my training. But everything is just like it was. There is no difference. The only thing makes me happy is there will be two weeks off at the end of this month .
Yesterday there were two special occasions happened on my life, happy and sad came at the same time. First, yesterday was my birthday, second, I came to Kuta to meet Mr. Tony. He is my lecturer and if I may say this, he is also my best friend. He had been in Bali for Four days. He came for leisure before his leaving. Might be, yesterday was the last time I saw him. Because this week he will return to US and it seems impossible to me to meet him again. I will be very lucky if I can see him again in the rest of my life.

Dia...

Di saat terakhir
Tangisan rasamu memecah jiwaku
Tapi aku adalah aku dengan egoku
yang tak bisa mengerti...
Dirimu untuk yang terakhir...
Meski rasa selalu ada
tapi
Kenyataan telah membawamu lebih jauh
Pergi...
selamanya...
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Kau tetap takkan kembali...

Denpasar, May 20, 2007 10.29PM

Life to dream

Listen' to your voice
just like in a long dream
beat my soul to follow your rhythm
for this short life
put me away
from this stream
find a real dream
even though it is just a dream