Menulis Fiksi Itu Mudah?

Ketika kau menulis fiksi, kau bisa membuat apapun terjadi dalam tulisan itu. Kau tidak perlu mengingat-ingat detail kecil atau nama orang dalam pertemuan minggu pagi itu. Kau menciptakan duniamu sendiri. Kau tidak perlu membeberkan hal-hal pribadi mengenai dirimu atau orang lain.

Menulis fiksi itu mudah.

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Itu excerpt dari postingan blog-ku tahun 2013 yang berjudul "Menulis Fiksi Itu Mudah". Allow me to retort.

Ya, aku akui, menurutku menulis fiksi itu (lebih) mudah (daripada membuat cerita realita). Mengapa? Menurutku karena realita yang aku hadapi, kenyataan yang ada di sekitarku, terasa membosankan jika dibandingkan dengan isi kepalaku. Biasanya pikiranku terisi dengan ide-ide cerita yang, bila direalisasikan, akan berujung pada... kursi listrik, penjara, atau kuburan. Yeah, kurasa aku terlalu banyak menonton film.

Jadilah fiksi itu sebagai jalan keluar untukku menjadi tokoh yang keren (di dunia nyata aku tidak keren) dan serba sempurna. Ha. Scary if you think about it, writing is like playing god, because you make your own self and your own world, you know, and if you want the writing to be against everything you believe in this real world, it can happen. Kau bisa membunuh orang di dalam ceritamu. Kau bisa membuat tokoh ceritamu sempurna, tanpa cacat, dan segalanya.

Tetapi fiksi, seperti halnya tulisan lainnya, butuh pembaca dari dunia nyata untuk menjadi cerita yang sesungguhnya. Apa artinya menulis bila tidak ada yang membaca? Kalaupun itu hanya ditujukan untuk dirimu sendiri, setidaknya ada orang yang membacanya. Kau.

Aku masih ingin menulis buku, dan kau tahu, menurutku, aku ingin menulis fiksi untuk buku pertamaku. Karena menurutku menulis fiksi itu (lebih) mudah (dari cerita sungguhan). Untuk menulis cerita sungguhan yang bagus, menurutku harus menginspirasi, menggebrak, atau cerita dari kejadian nyata yang benar-benar dahsyat. Sedangkan aku bukan tipe orang yang akan dengan sukarela terjun ke tengah-tengah pusaran badai (secara konotatif berarti suatu kejadian yang dahsyat dan mengubah sejarah), atau bahkan menginspirasi. Hell, I can't even inspire myself. Tetapi untuk fiksi, aku memiliki banyak ide.

...Atau, dulunya. Dulu aku memiliki banyak ide untuk cerita novel, tetapi setelah kubaca-baca lagi dokumen-dokumen lama itu, aku tertawa. Sungguh, cerita-cerita jaman dulu yang kubuat sangat merepresentasikan kepolosanku terhadap dunia nyata. Mereka terlalu dipaksakan dan terlalu bertempo cepat. Maksudku, cerita yang ujug-ujug selesai, tanpa konflik berarti. Tapi cukup menghiburku, kalian tidak perlu melihatnya nanti aku malu sendiri.

Ada beberapa cerita yang... hmm... lumayan. Tidak jelek, tapi belum selesai dan aku bingung untuk melanjutkannya hingga akhir, sehingga sampai sekarang masih belum tersentuh kelanjutannya. Ada beberapa yang sudah selesai dan cukup bisa diterima akal, tetapi terlalu pendek untuk menjadi novel, jadilah hanya cerpen dan one-shot.

Kenyataan bahwa aku sudah cukup menulis banyak fiksi hanya menguatkan pernyataanku bahwa menulis fiksi itu mudah.

Aku tahu, tetapi mengapa sampai sekarang aku belum bisa menerbitkan novel atau membuat sebuah draft novel yang utuh?

Menulis fiksi memang mudah, tetapi menulis fiksi utuh yang bagus butuh perjuangan lebih.

Resolusi 2015 #1: Aku akan terus menulis.

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Post ini lebih ditujukan kepada diriku sendiri, dan bila kau kebetulan mengenalku di dunia nyata dan membaca ini, aku ingin kau membantuku mewujudkan itu. Paksa aku menulis, kawan, atau aku akan menyesal.

Breathe.

HELLO EVERYONE since this is my first post in the year 2015, I want to say happy new year to y'all who celebrate it. Me? I don't usually celebrate it. About three (or four) years ago or so I went to town on New Year's Eve to celebrate it with my friends. Never again. It's just too crowded, traffic everywhere, loud anywhere, just not worth it, man. I've never been a party animal, yeah. So, the last two-- or three? -- years I'm just sitting inside my house, playing computer games and listening to music, the usual business, like it's nothing.

Yeah, it's nothing, really. I said I'm not a festive asset. It's just 31st to 1st and what's the big deal tho.

On the other hand, well, yeah, I'm glad that some people use this opportunity to change themselves to their better selves, you know, like "new year, new me". I just wish them the best of luck for their new year resolutions. Although I don't know why they just don't change earlier, like, you know, if you're really determined to change, the sooner the better, right? But silly me being judgemental, I don't even have resolutions to be better.

I want to have resolutions, though. But instead of setting it on January 1st, I set it... tomorrow. Why? Because, tomorrow is possibly the day where my academic grades come out, and my priorities now are located at them. You know, the grades. If they're bad, I'll try better next semester. If they're good, I'm striving for more excellence. That easy.

Well, actually, I want to gain more experience in my uni years so this semester's grades will just tell me how I've been doing so far. If they're bad, it means I need to focus on academics more and if they're good enough, it means I may be able to manage my time and squeeze some cool activities that I want to do, like mountain hiking (since I've never been on one and Bandung is surrounded by mounts so I figured it would be a shame if I've never been on one), or volunteering for charity work (I just wish I have enough conscience to be doing one), or applying for kahim.

God. The last one's a joke, even for myself.

To conclude it all, I just want to start striving in my uni years. I've heard things like "good grades don't guarantee your future", but let me think this way, if even good grades don't guarantee my future, what the hell is going to happen with my future if I can't even manage good grades?

Indonesianya sih kalo nilai bagus aja gak menjamin, apalagi nilai jelek?

Self-Depriving Thoughts

Lately my life hasn't been as sharp as ever. My days are getting... normal. Dull. A repetitive cycle of actions I could not escape. Well, to be fair, I could escape it, but I'm just too lazy to do so.

I'm in my 12th grade by now, and things -- by things I mean school stuffs, because basically my only life is being online and being a student -- are starting to get tough. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Things are supposed to get tough, right? I mean, the whole UN (Ujian Nasional a.k.a National Examination-- if it's the right English to interpret it) thingy, the pressure of getting better grades to prepare for college, and the subjects that start to get harder, more advanced. It should be at least a priority concern for a normal, determined 12th graders who are actually taking school seriously... At least to my point of view, it works that way.

However, things are different to me.
I still cannot see the priority very clearly, and to be honest, even all I ever do during the 12th grade is slacking off. I barely study. When I get home from school (usually at 3), I've already planned to take a one-hour nap, and then pray, and then take a bath, and do my homework until 6. Sounds good, but then when I actually home, I'd change my clothes, lay down on my bed and either tweeting, playing sudoku, or play PSP for at least an hour. At. Least. When I have (had, it's broken now..) my PSP, I'd even play until 5 or more, and continue at night until I fell asleep.
Every time it happened, I'd always promise myself that I'd execute the plan tomorrow, and when tomorrow comes, it happens again. And I'd promise myself again that I'd do better tomorrow.

And it never actually happens. Ever.
I did better on my 11th grade. I still could study at least an hour everyday, but now, I can't even read a single biology textbook page in my room without yawning. During my 11th grade, I could study all night for a test held tomorrow, but now I'd only survive reading 2 hours and then I'd reward myself with an intentionally-planned-to-be an hour nap that will eventually put me in a deep sleep until 6 in the morning.

Is it safe for me to say that I'm devolving? I feel like my future isn't as bright as I used to see it. I know I need to get better, but how? Yeah, go on and say that I need to do it "today", say that I need to "work on my determination" harder, but you know what makes it worse?

I have no ambition. No sole purpose. I'm not that kind of "dreamer" who envisions everything so well and does every single action determined by that dream they have. Sure, I'd like to be that guy, but how? I can't even tell what my ambition is. I still don't even know which college to attend, which major to take, which job to sign up as.

All I ever want to do is stay this way. But that is logically impossible because life goes on, and so do people, and we all eventually need to change following the flow. I guess that's also my problem. Everything around me changes and I'm not prepared to change.

So that's why I've been planning (all I seem to ever do was planning!) to create a "Self-Improvement Lists". It's a book in which I will put all my "to-do"s about my academical plan, my musical skill, my self-findings, my ways to find a passion, my lifestyle changes, and basically everything I might need to improve myself.

Maybe when I have created it I will share it right here. I hope if it works for me, it can be an inspiration for you all. I've always wished I can inspire people.
Now my first to-do is create that damned book. Boy, I gotta find that notebook I intended to put the lists into.

Play Days Are Over

#nowplaying Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over

Okay, so I changed the title from the song a little bit... just to fit my mood tonight. I'm getting serious with my mind at this very moment.

I've been thinking of my future lately. As a freshman in High School, it may be quite too early to consider about what style I have to die with. However, I realize that my sloppy and lazy habit got my daily routines move seemingly faster than ever, then days to days passes quickly.

During times, I could not think of anything worthy to escape boring daily activities like going to school. Well, I actually could, but things will turn out messy. I always try to play some guitar when I get home, sketch artworks from scratch, make music videos, or similar things expressed through art and productive. To show the world I can really DO something for them.

I have no talents. Wise quotes often say that everybody has talent. I think I'm the only exception. The only things I can do are totally selfish. I read comics, not heavy literature, and most times I don't understand the storyline or plot or whatsoever so I would not make a decent writer. I listen to music, just to waste the time. Sure, I can be a hardcore Linkin Park fan like I always say, but there are people who love them more than I could ever do. I rarely study for I underestimate academic stuffs. I'm socially awkward, and nobody ever needs me hang around. I say lots of lame things, and stupidly think people will like me for that. I have religion, but not truly a believer from heart. I’m not nice, either. I’m a jerk, a hypocrite.

I don’t have a certain dream. The worst thing ever happens to human’s soul is inside of me. I’m empty. I live chasing nothing. I want to excel in everything. That is nearly my ambition, but I’m an untalented perfectionist. It’s like the universe is trying to stop my attempts of being worthy. I’m holding on to what I haven’t got.

I’ve stuck to what is in front of me. I don’t think far ahead. But now I’m wondering of what I will be. I see that every second someone is achieving what they want, what they’re destined to be. Am I going to be one of those dirty moolah-oriented politicians or green environmental activist? Am I going to work in mailroom or write movie scripts? I don’t know.

On some comics I read, there are protagonists who chase their dream since childhood even if it risks their lives. That’s it. I’ve wanted to be that person who dares to lose my life for something, to die with honor. Except what is that thing? Pride, religion, dream, football club, country, favorite band? Doesn’t matter which one, I’m still a messed-up teen for this moment. I’m gonna die for something one day. Yes.

I want to invent something that will change the world and blow human sanity. I want to make that Sci-Fi movie beyond-reach society real. I want to build a time machine or create a teletransporter.

Yes, I want to be a lot of things, I want to expertise every thing, but that’s not quite my dream. I’m still looking for that passion to keep me alive. I’m searching for myself. Oh, yes. That is my current aspiration.

Turns Older

Today my class is having a blast for our homeroom teacher is having his birthday and we all celebrated it at school. We made him a huge greeting card and by huge, I mean it's sized as big as a wall magazine in average is. It consisted of collection of small greeting cards from each of us classmates. We made it a surprise. One of us called him to our class and then we yelled 'Happy Birthday' out loud as we offered him the gift and a chocolate cake we bought. I seriously don't think he would ever be amazed or anything because other classes had beaten us to give him surprise. I've heard twice of Happy Birthday song sang outside before us. Despite so, he still seemed to like the card we created and told us to eat the cake instead of him. After the not-so-great surprise party, he went home. We munched the chocolate treat afterward, then the kids started cream and glazing war, where everyone got to be touched by the chocolate whip cream and glazing of the cake. As the ridiculous stunt ended, I ran home. Well, not literally.... but that's when the story finished.

A thing or two from the event? I begin to think of what a forty-six year old man like him has in mind when it comes to his birthday... Is he happy to grow older? Has he achieved things he wanted throughout his life? If not, does he still have the spirit to chase his dreams? Or does he realize that there are things that prevent him on doing so?

Truth spoken, I don't even know. That's why I want to know. I, being a teenager, have a nature to act to my heart's content and sometimes, without even considering the compassion of elderly generation. Pattern of opinion between young and old are different. That's clearly obvious. Elderly might know some things better than the youngsters because they have been experiencing life longer than the young, but not anything. And what young generations know more than the elder is not much. In fact, young and elder should corroborate.
For example, if youngsters know how to use blogger, which is what elders can't do, the older generation knows how to fill the blog with more useful things.

Perhaps, in a teen's mind, breaking the law is not a big deal. It's even considered 'cool'. That's a shame, because the elders have made such system to prevent anything dangerous. I think the best solution might be discussing the 'law' or 'rules' between young and old generations. I believe both parties have reason for what they're doing.

Elder has more logical control, while the youngsters still need emotion management. It's what differs both the most. Stuffs young people learn at school may be forgotten by the elderly, but logic never escapes them. In return, the young can learn logic from elderly, but the elders, who might experience decreasing of memory, cannot learn how to memorize from young. Simply, that what makes elder a teacher of the young. And the experience as the best teacher, because old people also study from experience.

Okay, that was confusing. I'm just a teenager. Just as other typical types, I act as if I'm already mature, denying things I really am, doing rude things without considering compassion, and writing a blog I don't even want to read. Basically I seem like a hypocrite. Maybe I am, but I don't wanna be one.

The best thing about youngsters is that they have the true potential to change the world. I do believe in that.

Spoiled Brat = Less Happy Endings

--> "It's amazing how one story can lead to a different perspective... either literally or not."

And I started to change my perspective since a minute this day began. Tapi sebelum aku berceloteh, I wanna say Happy Birthday to Jakarta!! :) I'm hoping for more live concerts and less pollution... I wish Linkin Park would like to come once again!!!

Yah yah yah... ngelantur deh. Gini nih kalau semalam tidur jam 1 dan bangun jam setengah 4 pagi untuk travel ke Yogya dan mengetik archive blog jam 12 malam berikutnya. I had quite a day today and would like to share you all my story. I think I'd put up some pictures I took, too. Because one picture tells thousand stories, right? :) and I think I might as well give random writings for each things occurred in the trip.
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So here's how the trip had gone:

I went to Yogya this morning at 4 from dorm with my mother. We took a cab to get to the airport. At this state I fell asleep in the taxi and therefore could not take any pictures or know anything happened at the time. -__-''
As soon as we got to the airport, the clock stroke 4. We both quickly checked in and left the luggage to the crews. We found the airport was unexpectedly in a total crowd at the time THAT early. We met some TransTV reporter crews I wanted to say hello to but I didn't get to. We spotted a group of kids in uniform, looked like they were going far. They remind me so much of my last study tour with the Inter-classmates. Nice memories :)

*Sumber foto : Nyomot album Friendster jadul anak2 SBI. sori ya pilih yang gak ada anak ceweknya. Soalnya foto ini yang paling keliatan seni 'group travel'-nya. With backpacks, uniforms and luggages.

Ah, after we checked in, we walked upstairs by escalator. My mother asked me if I wanted to get into a lounge, since the plane would depart in one and half hour, so we didn't have to wait in the waiting room covered in boredom. I agreed. I had never got into a lounge anyway. Shortly, we went inside and had our breakfast there. [Random Writing Ahead] a list of feast a JW Exclusive Lounge provided (as far as I noticed):
Nasi Kuning
Bubur Ayam
Roti Tawar
Nhuh, that was all the meal, I think. There was actually a Rotiboy outlet outside the lounge, but it was still closed. But as for the beverage, they got a Nescafe Coffee Brewer!! World Heavens! Here's a list of the brewer buttons:
Nescafe Black
Nescafe Black Coffee with Sugar
Nescafe Brown
Nescafe Cappuccino
Okay, tidak penting hingga saat ini... tapi selain kopi, ada juga air putih, teh, soft drinks, dan minuman dingin kotak. So don't you think I was too over-freaking on coffee and couldn't notice anything else. ;) Another good thing I noticed was: there was an internet corner!!! Hell yeah!! I went there and tried to post something on blog but later I realized that there was no way I would connect my camera's memory card with a public computer. Plus, I got stuck on finding an idea of what to write. So I just browsed last.fm and billboard.com instead, that was something that got me to stay up tonight and download tons of songs I had browsed there. What I browsed was about:
All Time Low
The Temper Trap
Stone Temple Pilots
Daft Punk
Drowning Pool
Radiohead
Slipknot
Cage The Elephant
Allrighty, I was too busy focusing on the monitor that I just realized it was time for my mom and I to get into the airplane. Luckily we got into the plane on time and made no problems afterwards.
As you got into an airplane, you can ensure yourself that you're already secure. That's what I always do. And as I sat on the plane seat, that means boredom. Ah, but at the moment I was totally sleepy. So I tried to sleep.... and succeed, but the unconsciousness only lasted for half an hour or so. I saw quite the view as soon as I woke up. I worked to capture nice shots, but I didn't think my digital camera could really show the critical details I wanted to have picture memories of. So this was nowhere near my expectation. Nowhere close to the nature beauty I actually admired:

And at the state when the airplane landed:
Slowly, the plane went down and down until it stopped. Then... voila! Welcome to Yogyakarta!!
Yogya was a rather nice city with pleasant atmosphere, but alas, the traffic was apparently sooo crowded!! Well, not as crowded as Jakarta, but considering the circumstance of the street and number of people lived there, there was too much motorcycle roamed through the boulevard. Besides all the crowd, I guess everything was OK.
Shortly, what made us traveled to Yogya was for me to register into one of the best high school here. Thus, that was what we do. We took care of the education enlistment problems from 9 until 13. Afterwards? My mom and I hung out in a certain plaza in Yogya. We coincidentally arrived on a day an anime event for preschoolers was held, but it hadn't started yet.





We bought a pair of shoes for my brother. I myself got two football T-Shirts. :) The shopping thing took less than 2 hours (well, that's fast :P) then we lounged at Cafe Excelso, because we couldn't find Starbucks there.
Ah, you see, my enlistment problems didn't finish at 13 as soon as the consultation ended. I still had trouble to decide the best choice.
My biggest problem was: if I study at Yogya, I wouldn't be able to continue my physics training I've been wanting to end for so long. However, I felt it was kinda pity to let go the rare chance of physics training, and everyone was supporting the training I'm doing right now as it could give me nice 'passport' to let me choose any major I want to, when I finished the training. I had to decide:
1. sekolah di Yogya tapi bukan Tofina
2. Tofina tapi gak sekolah di Yogya
Options were only two but deciding one was hard for a spoiled brat like me. So I discussed the thing over cups of coffee at the cafe with my mom. I remembered that I already felt kinda into option 2, but the crazy-leveled difficulty of the technical problems I had was too much for me. I told her about my problems with the offensive critics from a tutor. I expressed the technical problems I had with analogies she could understand. One thing I didn't consult with her was that I was in love with Steve. :$ I'd be dead by the second I confessed about it. As we chatted the heavily-leveled conversation, the children event started. Well we did get distracted:

Anywaaayy... the discussion led me to choose option 2, at least. Apparently I just needed someone to talk about my problems, which is what I never had in the dorm. Mom was a very good listener (well in fact she is a mother). So we decide not to study in Yogya. At least I got two days off from training. yea, I'm sneaky :P muahhahahahah.
Hell yeah, after all the merciless (??) conversation, we went to my cousin's house and spent a night there. While my mom was sleeping, I quietly wrote this archive AND download tons of songs I had researched at the lounge before. Apparently the internet connection here was so satisfying!! :)) Here's a list of the songs:

All Time Low - Hello Brooklyn
All Time Low - Sick Little Games
All Time Low - Walls
Avenged Sevenfold - To End The Rapture
Blink 182 - What's My Age Again
Bullet For My Valentine - All These Things I Hate
Dead By Sunrise - Walking In Circles
Dirty Heads feat Rome - Lay Me Down
Finger Eleven - Paralyzed
Incubus - Anna Molly
KoRn - Blind
My Chemical Romance - Give 'Em Hell, Kid
My Chemical Romance - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living
My Chemical Romance - It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Deathwish
My Chemical Romance - You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us In Prison
The Offspring - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
Papa Roach - Change or Die
Papa Roach - Had Enough
Papa Roach - Live This Down
Radiohead - Creep
The Smashing Pumpkins - 1979
Slipknot - Before I Forget
Stone Temple Pilots - Between The Lines
System of A Down - Aerials
The Temper Traps - Sweet Disposition

Ah that was amazing. I never downloaded so many songs at a time. *stunned* If you know any one of those above or have interests in, contact me or comment this entry and we'll chat over the songs! Or perhaps your interest's not my writing about the tracks? NP, let's talk!
Guess I'll end this entry here. See ya. It's already 3 a.m and I haven't slept. Ciao!! :)

Graduation: Luck and Hope Speech *??* :)

What's up, guys? Pastinya pada baik2 aja kan menghadapi perpisahan? eh, maksudnya siap itu udah aware lah hari ini mau perpisahan, bukan baik2 seneng karena mau pisah... pokoknya begitu lah! Mungkin kalian malah merasa campur aduk antara sedih, bahagia, haru, bangga, dsb, to'? Don't worry, it will be over SOON! Too bad I can't be there. Tadinya rencananya aku mau pesan tiket perjalanan pulang pergi semalam tapi gak dibolehin... HIKS!

Haaah.. *menghela nafas* saat kalian sedang asik2nya berpesta, aku malah dituntut belajar di malan senin ini.. Freaking hard technical problem, you know? Tapi lama2 aku terbiasa di sini. Gak tau kenapa, padahal aslinya aku musuh kelas berat fisika, lho.. *tidak secara harfiah*

Emang, aku seriiing banget merindukan kelas asliku yang belajarnya gak (terlalu) berat, teman2 yang gokil dan mau mendengarkan aspirasi saya, guru2 yang baik dan murah senyum, dan sohib2ku yang mau aja aku galakin, hehe, sori ya.

Walau rinduku amat berat, aku di sini baik2 selain itu. Aku udah mulai ngerti rasanya perjuangan itu. Bukan cuma lewat buku2 setebal diktat dan isinya sepadat kantong doraemon, tapi aku juga belajar bertahan menjadi junior di hutan senior yang pintar2, bagaimana aku harus mengontrol emosi dan mental yang labil sebagai anak SMP baru mau lulus, menghadapi situasi untuk belajar hingga larut malam tetapi harus bangun pagi2 dan gak boleh ngantuk di kelas selama 8 jam ke depan, juga merelakan waktu having fun seperti nonton TV, main gitar, hangout, dll. Apalagi belakangan ini saat kalian sudah selesai tes SMA dan boleh jalan2, aku terkurung di sini dengan gunungan buku mekanika. Intinya, hari2 di sini emang berat. Tapi kalau kulihat sisi positifnya, I find that my friends here are quite nice. Yah, mereka mungkin pendengar yang buruk dan cukup egois akan opini, tapi mereka ambisius dan bisa diajak bercanda di saat yang tepat ("nerds.." gumamku dalam hati setiap hari). Mereka meringankan bebanku akan perjuangan yang semula kuanggap berat, dan mau mengerti kondisi emosiku yang labil apalagi ditambah putar otak buat fisika. They're nice :)

Aku sadar, selama 2 tahunku di SMP kalian telah mengisi hari2ku dengan penuh warna. Tapi tidak dengan warna abu-abu. They were all bright. I saw no gray when I was with you guys. Now I find this color here, I find out gray is quite adorable color, shady beauty. Kalian... belum pernah mengajariku apa itu perjuangan. Itu saja yang terasa kurang selama aku bersama kalian.

But our path is still long ahead. At this graduation moment, I'd like you all to promise each other, berjanjilah pada teman2 terdekatmu bahwa suatu hari kalian akan merengkuh keberhasilan hasil keringat perjuangan jujur yang telah kalian lalui. Perjuangan adalah esensi kehidupan. Selagi kalian masih bersenang-senang, aku tidak ingin kalian lengah dan melupakan itu. mungkin perjuangan kalian akan dimulai besok, lusa, atau mungkin sudah terlaksana dan membuahkan hasil? :)

Anyway, I wish you luck for your next step. You guys have been doing great so far. Thanks for your support all this time. I'm proud of you guys, you rock. I love you all. *kayak penyanyi aja* :)

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Fyi, makasih ya udah mau mendengarkan uneg2 yang sudah saya mau tulis (tapi lupa) selama ini dalam bentuk "speech". :)

Entri 15 Januari 2010

Sore ini langit Tangerang cukup cerah. Aneh, sejak siang saya menanti-nanti gerhana matahari cincin yang dikabarkan akan occur mulai pukul 14.33 WIB hingga 16.00 WIB namun tidak ada tanda-tanda akan terjadi. Yah, mungkin memang bukan nasib, ya. :-/

Saat itu kegiatan belajar-mengajar di sekolah pelatihan telah usai. Kami sekelas segera beranjak dari sekolah dan menaiki mobil jemputan. Selama perjalanan, saya melihat-lihat pemandangan melalui jendela mobil. Hiruk-pikuk perkotaan sangat tampak di Tangerang. Tidak seperti di Balikpapan, di sini banyak terjadi kemacetan, polusi udara kelas berat, dan orang-orang yang lalu-lalang menampakkan tampang lesu. Persis seperti keadaan teman-teman kelas saya saat itu. Tired, exhausted, and sleepy. Wajah mereka semua mencerminkan beban. Padahal hari ini kami belajar setengah hari.

Hidup saya di sini memang cukup berat secara batin anak SMP seumuran saya. Walaupun kami diberi fasilitas yang cukup, kami digembleng untuk belajar fisika untuk menghadapi OSN setiap hari. Dan saya sendiri adalah individu yang terlewat santai. Ditambah lagi, saya tidak bisa berteman baik dengan fisika.
Saya tidak pernah menyukai fisika.
Dan sampai hari ini, saya sadar. Seberat apapun pelatihan ini, harus saya jalani. Saya tidak mungkin mangkir. Apa kata orangtua saya nanti? Apa yang akan teman-teman saya katakan? Apa yang akan guru-guru SMP saya rasakan nantinya?

Memang mimpi saya untuk menjadi jurnalis masih melekat erat di hati saya. Saya hampir saja memutuskan untuk mundur karena berpikir bahwa ini adalah jalan yang salah untuk menjadi seorang jurnalis. Tetapi setelah diwanti-wanti oleh sang ibu, saya tidak lagi putus asa. Menjadi jurnalis bukan berarti harus menyerahkan semua untuk jurusan literatur, bukan? Dengan pelatihan ini, saya harap saya akan bisa lebih baik tidak hanya dalam fisika, namun juga secara batin dan kepribadian.

Dan saya pikir, kalau memang bidang saya tulis-menulis, apa salahnya saya menyisihkan sedikit waktu saya dalam pelatihan ini untuk berkarya sastra?
Atau mungkin dengan sedikit blogging, dan menulis artikel iseng mungkin? Untuk sekadar mengasah kemampuan bahasa. :)

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Semoga inspiring, hehe. *PD amat*

One Piece 570 terbit di OneManga hari ini, jadi saya curi-curi kesempatan membuka laptop dan sekaligus blogging. Tadinya sempat ingin menulis artikel tentang Linkin Park dengan bahasa sendiri dan pengetahuan secukupnya, tapi rasanya kurang info. Hehe.

Happy January, everybody! :)

Pagi, sobs! *sobat"s maksudnya*
Dah nyahur taa? Hari ini kalian puasa khan? Oke, tentu saja. Ini pertanyaan yang bodoh, sekaligus membosankan. Pasalnya saya sering mengalami kesulitan memilih kata pembuka blog, pembuka pidato, pembuka kaleng, dllyl. (maksudnya 'dan lain" yang lainnya', haha. Jayus ya?)

Setelah kemarin siang saya kembali membaca blog comedian writer favorit saya, Raditya Dika, saya menyadari banyak hal yang kurang dari blog saya. Blog ini lebih terkesan seperti diary yang dibuat secara tidak terorganisir, dan formatnya masih seperti draft; tanpa pembuka yang mengesankan dan isi yang membosankan. Karena itu, mulai hari ini saya akan mencoba membuat pembuka yang menarik untuk blog ini. Sedangkan untuk isinya... yaa, istilahnya masih semau gue, deh. Hehe. Namanya juga masih kanak-kanak.

Pagi ini, setelah sahur-menyahur, menonton OVJS *ada lagi yang nonton??* dan shalat subuh, yang pertama terlintas di benak saya adalah meng-update blog ini dengan posting bertema musik. Kenapa musik? Karena kalau topiknya ekonomi kita bakal sama-sama gak ngerti, dan kalau bertema tika susah nulis angka-angkanya dan PASTINYA membosankan. (maksudnya (ma)-tema-tika, haha. Jayus lagi ahh.) Memang pagi" setelah subuhan itu waktu paling cemerlang untuk berpikir. Haha. Sok alim. 0:)

Musik.
Tentu, kita bisa hidup tanpa musik. Tapi pasti rasanya ada yang aneh.
Musik tercipta dari nada, dan nada dihasilkan dari frekuensi suara yang teratur. *bener gak? :P* Mau gak mau, purposely or not, musik akan tercipta dengan sendirinya di kehidupan kita sehari-hari. Misalnya di dunia ini belum ada musik, menurut anda melalui cara apa musik akan tercipta secara tidak sengaja? Apa orang" tanpa sengaja bersiul? Atau saat masyarakat purba mengetok-ngetok kayu" yg jenisnya berbeda? Atau apakah pada saat algojo jaman dulu menyiksa tersangka, bunyi yang dihasilkan berbeda"? Hmm... Ini masih pertanyaan besar buat saya. Dan bagaimana pula orang menciptakan alat musik? Tangga nada yang membingungkan saya? Semua pertanyaan itu mestinya bisa saya tanyakan kepada guru KTK, tapi beliau cuma menyuruh murid" main suling. Sudah saya ceritakan di postingan sebelumnya kan? Maka semua itu saya googling, dan hasilnya? Nihil.

Anywhat, ketertarikan saya terhadap musik mendorong saya untuk membuat band bersama teman". Yep. Band. B-A-N-D-O-T. (Tunggu. Kelebihan O dan T. *sengaja ituu*) Saya yang buta nada ini. Saya yang main gitar saja masih suka lupa kunci F dan B. Tragisnya, gak ada yang mau. Bukan karena saya buta nada dan pada malas ngajarin, tapi karena mereka males. Males. Dengan e. Mungkin bukan hobi mereka kali ya? Ha. Dulu juga saya bercita" jadi jurnalis, tapi ternyata baru setengah tahun sudah menelantarkan blog kelas.

Ibu saya pernah bilang, kalau mau bikin band atau belajar alat musik, harus terbuka terhadap semua jenis musik. Tapi saya sangat pilih-pilih. Band dan jenis musik yang saya suka itu" saja. Mungkin karena itu teman" memilih tidak nge-band sama saya, haha. Sungguh lho. Penilaian saya terhadap jenis band ya seperti di bawah ini:
Blues : Terlalu mendayu"
Jazz : Bolehlah...
Pop : Melodinya ringan, tapi liriknya kurang berkesan
Alternative : Oke-lah!!
Rock : Favorit!!
Rap : Yang instrumen pengiringnya oke aja
Heavy Metal : Kurang sreg
Dangdut : Errghh, yang benar saja!
Beat : Apaan tuh?
Disko : Terlalu monoton, 'unz unz' aja suaranya

Yahh... kurang lebih seperti itu. Intinya, jenis musik yang saya suka adalah Rock, Alternative dan Rap. Kalau Jazz, yaa.. kadang" saja. Saya sering juga coba" cari chord gitar buat ngiringin lagu" kesenangan, walhasil yang saya bisa cuma ngiringin 'Somewhere I Belong'-nya Linkin Park. Yang lain gak hafal. Haha. Biasanya, kalau saya cari di Ultimate Guitar, ada yang 'chord', ada yang 'tab'. Saya tahunya chord saja, nih. Ada yang bisa ngasih feedback tentang cara baca guitar tab gak? Soalnya saya masih pemula gitar, mana autocicak eh otodidak pula.

Terima kasih sekali ya sudah mau membaca blog saya ini. Tolong feedback dan komentarnya ya, apa yang kurang atau terlalu berlebihan. Saya masih pemula, jadi mohon bantuannya. Sekali lagi terima kasih untuk pembaca tercinta (orang yang senang membaca bakal jadi pintar lhoo, bener!) :)

9th Grade Sucks!

hey y'all fellow bloggers & blog-watchers...

i'm so glad i can start blogging again. as usual, i got no idea how much this blog will last. i even dumped my previous class blog, the longest-lasting blog i ever made. i have tried to update this blog as much as possible, and now i could start babble around about those things made me unable (*or forgot :P) to update my blog...

before that, i wanna say Ramadhan Mubarak to all muslims in this world. may this sacred month bring us joy and peaceful for our life and afterlife. don't forget to pray more and do fasting a month full! i hope we can get through this Ramadhan successfully, amin.

okaayy... the first thing i wanna share right here is how hard being a 9th grade if you usually lived on a very relaxing class in 8th grade. i got too many homeworks, i think. and exams are held even though we're getting into new semester just now. guess what, we have social science paperworks that HAVE to be done tomorrow, in fact tomorrow we have math & social science exam. uhm, maybe some countries do same thing in their curriculum but this is just ridiculous. we have to be able to play flute for the art lesson, and no other instruments are allowed. why not choosing the easier ones? like guitar, maybe. or drums? okay, so not gonna happen but at least it is nicer than flute. if i can suggest something to that freaking teacher ima tell her to ask the students about instrument they like, and give task to make a band :)

the nice thing about being a 9th grader like now is we got some juniors to be bullied >:) JK, of course! i couldn't even dare to tell the teacher that his tie doesn't match his shoe... back to topic! so that nice thing is uhh... hard to find one. so let's just talk about the 'so-not-nice' things on becoming a 9th-grader here!

1. more studying responsible to prepare the graduation exam
2. the class are shuffled so i got separated from my best friend
3. less non-academic activities are allowed

for point no. 1, i don't worry much about it because there are courses i joined that help me much. for point no. 2, yeah, we are class-separated but our class is close to each other. i'm in IX-1 and she's in IX-2. good job on shuffling it!!! >:|
and point no. 3 is what i hate so much. we're not allowed to play basketball and soccer in lunchbreak anymore, we cannot hang out as much as we did, and stuffs.
so hard to achieve the dream...

talking about the dream, i still don't know what i want to be. sometimes i'm thinking to be a journalist, and then artist, then TV crew, or even just an ordinary employee. i told my friends and siblings about this and their respond is most likely 'it's good to have such natural ambition but if you don't know yet just let it flow... you'll know it someday'. whew, i think they are right.

last thing i wanna post here is a promotion for Mike Shinoda's art exhibition. i've mentioned before that i like Mike Shinoda, haven't i? :)





my thought is that i've been provocated by Mike. quoting on his blog posting: "Hey...I bet you're too scared to help me promote the Glorious Excess (Dies) show by putting these buttons up on your page... chicken"
i'm not a chicken, mr. shinoda. i'm a monkey Xp. ye happy now? because i have promoted your art exhibition in fact i am DYING to see it.

i'm getting sleepy now... didn't get a nice sleep last night. and i should wake up for sahur. oh well, i guess i'll just end it right here for now. i'll update this blog as soon as possible! thanks for reading!

quote of the day: "why bother buying a barbell if you can train your muscle nicely through the art of dish-washing?"