My-Not-Yet-Succeed-Stories

Hello! :)

Recent days I am too excited as I got invitation letter to attend International Student Week in Ilmenau (ISWI) 2015 on May 29 - June 7. So, yes! I will go to Germany, baby :)

ISWI is renowed international event for student all over the world. It has been held since 1993. More than twenty years. Wow! Although sometimes I feel that it's too big for me for giving such chance. But, then I understand that I deserve, I do.

As I show below, this my-yes-succeed-story is like a sun rising in the right time and right place.

Tentang Saling Memandang

Selamat sore, ibu guru Rizki Nawang :)

Saya membaca surat ibu guru untuk sang murid, James Krisnanda. Surat dari nusantara untuk yang di luar nusantara. Saya tertawa saja. Bahagia, karena saya juga pernah ditelepon pria sederhana yang sedang jauh di sana. Bukan di negeri Tirai Bambu, tapi dia ada di negeri Paman Sam. Saya sendiri sekarang di negeri Formosa.

Memang senang ya, jika seseorang yang bukan siapa-siapa menyapa kita, tanpa disangka-sangka. Seseorang yang ternyata memandang kita dari jauh. Memandang dengan hatinya.

Good Shepherd in Taiwan

Dear Teacher Hu,


Today is Chinese New Year's eve. You must be very busy of smiling and sharing stories with your family. This is time of togetherness. It's not too much different with me. I am now celebrating winter vacation in Hong Kong with my family. My family and I are so happy here.

This is the year of goat or sheep. I tend to mention it as the year of sheep because sheep is an unique animal. Sheep can be called as a fool animal. Sheep has thick hairs covered its body, but it must be cut time by time. Male sheep has horn, but it leads to sheep's own self. Female sheep has no horn. We may say that sheep has no weapon to protect its self. A flock of sheeps needs a shepherd to herd.

Dear Traveling Soul

Dear traveling soul,

I know you want to go around the world. I know you like hunting affordable transportation. I know you are diligent to explore comfortable accomodation. I know you are good at planning journey.

I see you are growing up. From time to time you become more mature and secure. You are not copy-paste-ing others' expedition anymore, but you create your own road trip. You are no longer falling in love of what others' feeling, but of what you are looking at, listening to, talking about, smelling out, and touching down. Until at the end you love your self more than any other.

Long Time No See Us

Dear Mas Hahan,

Hmm, long time no see us :)

No, I don't mean to make us fall in love as we did in the past. Or, vice versa. In this valentine's day, I really feel like lifting up zillion thanks for the love we ever shared and the forgiveness we ever exchanged. Since the first time I did appreciate how we express our love, as I celebrated our deal to not be boy/girl-friend anymore. It's more than ten years ago, right?

Mr. Spice Journey

Hey, Mr. Endro Catur Nugroho! :)

How's life? It must be good and smooth, isn't it?
Or, is it spicy and tasty?

Well, as time goes by, it's been a year since thirteen of February two thousand and four. Today last year, I completed nine-days voluntourism in Biak, Papua. Voluntourism in the name of The Spice Journey in which you incarnated your vision. I think that it's sort of accountable corporate social responsibility on your side, and of pleasant present on mine :)

Tertawalah Hoyi! Itu Bahagiamu

Selamat sore, engkau!


Ku dengar dari ibuku, beberapa petang menjelang Natal engkau menghilang tanpa bilang-bilang. Hingga sekarang, kau tak pernah datang. Ini kali kedua engkau pergi. Mengapakah engkau lari? Ke manakah engkau membawa diri? Adakah paru-parumu berasimilasi? Masihkah nadimu bervibrasi?

Selama engkau pergi, tak ada lagi ramai-ramai tercipta. Semua sunyi. Tak ada nyanyi-nyanyi tengah malam. Tak ada tawa terpingkal-pingkal. Tak ada marah-marah tanpa sebab. Tak ada teriak, 'Dek Mita!'. Teriak yang membuat jantungku bergerak cepat.

Voluntourism di Biak, Papua

Hari ini, sepuluh Februari dua ribu empat belas, satu tahun silam, aku sedang bertandang di sebuah ruang yang dindingnya terang benderang. Warna-warni kuning, biru merah khas klub sepakbola Barcelona, terpampang indah mempesona. Di sanalah anak-anak berhimpun dalam dua rumpun kecil. Tak ada yang melamun, semua tekun menyusun balok-balok. Mereka berkompetisi merangkai balok-balok makin tinggi dan serasi agar sesuai ilustrasi.

Rumpun pertama selesai, berteriak ramai merayakan keunggulan. Rumpun kedua belum usai, tapi tak peduli, mereka tetap bergerak. Anak-anak bersorak suka hati, memberi motivasi. Tersisa beberapa balok lagi. Prak! Balok terbanting. Sedetik mereka bergeming. Sedetik kemudian, senyum sudah tersungging. Walau kecewa karena tak bisa menuntaskan tugas, anak-anak itu tetap antusias. Mereka bergegas mengemasi balok-balok itu.

Bersama Manik Uni, Kelana Sepeda

Halo, Mbak Manik Uni! Selamat pagi.

Gigi sudah sehat dua puluh empat karat, yaa? Sudahkah berencana menyantap bebek goreng lagi bareng Clareta? Bebek goreng di dekat rumahku itu. Tempat kita bertiga makan malam bersama sebelum aku kembali lagi merantau di sebuah tanah asing. Tanah Formosa sebutannya. Tenang saja, aku tidak terasing, ataupun diasingkan.

Sekarang aku sedang di Formosa, engkau di Jawa. Aku mendiami Keelung, engkau di Blitar. Aku belajar, engkau bekerja. Aku yang menggagas surat, dan engkaulah yang mendapat. Jangan lupa, nanti ada seorang perempuan muda yang akan membaca & mengirimkan ini. Namanya Iit Sibarani :)

I Am Your Small Part

Dear Angga,

How are you today? I miss you since this early day. Today is your twenty ninth bornday, right? The night is just around the sight. But, still I be failed to guess the street you get laid. Strickly speaking, I want to have intimate chatting and tight hand-shaking with you.

I checked out facebook message and found out that our last conversation is on September two thousand and thirteen. I've been waiting you are writing something. A simple term such as 'I miss you' just like you made one time.

Proudly Small

To the jury of Proudly Small whose number is twenty seven,

There is no doubt that I am proud to cry out my ideas about smallness. I was born in the small city, but in the biggest hospital that has ever built. I grew up there with a small family which obey the family planning program launched by the big president ever, Mr. Soeharto. I experienced education, no I mean schooling, from kindergarten to senior high school in the same small city, but all schools I attended are the biggest.

The first time I sensed big city is when I went to university in the big city. An university that has big trust from the society. However, I stayed in a small rented house with my three friends whom I knew since I was in the senior high school. However, once more, I always did homecoming every single week. I went back from big city to small city. I did not really enjoy my time in that big city.

To-Whom-It-May-Take-Responsibility

To whom it may take responsibility,

If Kahlil Gibran said that 'Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, not an opportunity,' now I want to say that 'Responsibility is always a sweet friendship, not an enemy.' I want to be friend with responsibility. What do you feel?

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 13

Ya Tuhan, Sang Penyelamat di saat yang sulit... Demikianlah biasanya aku mengawali hari. Dengan sebuah doa, menyapa Sang Tuhan.

Sambil menyeduh teh, mari kita ingat lagi kisah-kisah sepanjang masa.

Bahkan pada sesuatu yang paling tak bisa bergerak sekalipun... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 12

Aku mengawali refleksi hari ini dengan harapan semoga aku bisa menjadi sahabat seperti sahabatku :)

Sekarang aku ingin berbagi tentang Dia yang kusebut TUHAN.

Mereka bagian dari Semesta... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 11

Masih ingat dengan refleksi hari sebelum hari ini? Sudah lupa yaa? Tak mengapa, yang jauh lebih penting adalah kamu tak pernah lali jiwo atau lupa kepada Penyelenggara Semesta :)

Sekarang kita bicara tentang pertemanan dan persahabatan yuk!

Sengaja...aku tak mengirim kabar... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 10

Sudahkah anda marah hari ini? Sudahkah anda melihat wajah Allah hari ini? Sudahkah anda melihat wajah anda saat marah hari ini? Menyeramkan, yaa? Maka, lihatlah wajah Allah yang seksi, di sini.

Kini saatnya kita terus menyelami diri, dan menemukan hal terlupakan dari hidup kita.

Dan...ada satu jalan lagi... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 9

Hidup manusia seperti nasi tumpeng, setujukah? Atau, kamu punya perumpamaan yang lain tentang hidup ini? Sekarang mari kita berbincang tentang marah.

Perbincangan di media, hanya sampah... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 8

Lalu lintas, olahraga, kantor, negara dipenuhi simbol-simbol yang sarat makna. Begitulah kehidupan. Namun hidup juga tersusun dari berbagai kepingan. Apa sajakah itu? Mari kita renungkan...

Sayangnya mereka pedas, bukan manis... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 7

Hai, apa kabar? Bagaimana tentang segala sesuatu yang terjadi dalam hidupmu? Kata-kata 'terjadilah' sangat manjur kan? :)))

Yuuk, sekarang kita bicara tentang simbol.

Berempat, bertiga, berdua, bertiga, dan bertiga... -uopoiki-

#30HariMenulisPuisi: Hari 6

Hei, kamu! Masih merasa kekurangan? Perlu perjalanan panjang menuju cukup, bro sis!

Yuuk sekarang terus melangkah dengan gembira, apapun yang terjadi.

Tak ada jawabmu yang lebih cantik daripada 'terjadilah'... -uopoiki-