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    Angin Savana
     
    Friday, September 29, 2006

    Ritual jelang mudik 

    Mudik, ritual setahun sekali yang kerap menimbulkan kehebohan yang sangat pada setiap orang yang ingin merayakan lebaran bersama keluarga. Keributan khas dimulai dari repot mencari tiket ke tempat tujuan, panik belum mendapat baju baru, hingga ribut mencari uang pecahan untuk bagi2 para keponakan di tempat tujuan.

    Waktu kecil, aku masuk dalam kegiatan khas ribut2 jelang mudik.
    Puasa belum usai, tapi sudah bermimpi mendapat hadiah robot Voltus waktu itu dipajang di toko Obor, Solo. Robot???? Yep. Dari kecil, seorang Savana tak pernah masuk dalam kehebohan layaknya gadis2 kecil yang ingin mendapatkan boneka Barbie atau baju seperti milik Cinderela. Biar saja yang lain bermimpi2, aku? maaf saja. Robot, mobil2an atau perjalanan dari Yogya ke rumah eyang di Purworejo jauh lebih menarik perhatianku.

    Ketika dewasa, suasana keribetan khas mudik tak jadi soal bagiku.

    Betapa tidak?
    Saat segerombolan orang yang kutemui di stasiun atau airport ribut dengan bawaannya yang bererot, atau ibu2 berteriak2 melarang bocah kecilnya berlarian kesana sini, aku hanya membawa diri sendiri dan sebuah ransel melekat di punggung. Cukup simple. Mudik yang menyenangkan tak merepotkan dengan hanya satu barang. Apes2nya paling tubuh terdorong ke sana sini tergencet sini sana terkena arus orang bergerombol yang bergegas untuk masuk KA atau jelang boarding. Menarik memang.

    Di negara Asteng yang berpenduduk muslim lainnya seperti Malaysia, Brunai Darussalam
    ritual ini tak pernah seheboh yang terjadi di Indonesia. Seorang teman muslim dari Malaysia yang tahun lalu berkunjung ke Jakarta, pernah mengutarkan kekagumannya atas riutal mudik di Indonesia.

    "Tak ade keriuhan macam ni di KL. Di sini ramai sekali. Di KL jelang Raya orang tak payah macam ni."

    Memang ritual setahun sekali ini layak mendapat perhatian.
    Setidaknya bagi orang2 yang memutuskan untuk mudik.



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    Wednesday, September 13, 2006

    Bleah....... 

    I don't wanna think about it.
    I don't even care.
    What a hell.... I just don't care anymore!!!!!!



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    Sunday, September 10, 2006

    Me, myself and I for the sec times 

    This is my story, pieces of my life that ever happend recently.
    When I was a little girl, my father often took me walking to many
    places that never ever cross on my mind. He took my hand softly and
    told me that life is so beautiful.

    When I grew up, I realize that I love to go to many places. Explore,
    and try to find something new. It not always fun, but I enjoyed a lot.
    I love doing new thing, even I'm not always good at them.
    And many times I did something stupid that risk my heart or often my life.

    People said, my life so simple and full of joy. The way I walk, the way
    I move, the way I laugh, smile, and talk so cheerfull. So light without
    burden. Well, they just watch me in different point of view.

    My journey just the same as with ordinary person. It wasn't always fun.
    Sometimes I try so hard to hold my self, not being yeald a loud just
    to ease my pain. Sometimes it success but a lot of times not. Sometimes
    I get bored easily, and just runaway from thing. Lately, I often
    feeling blue. Sitting in the corner of my room, and
    think about my journey, my achievement, my need, my dream, my obstacle,
    my mother, my work, my self, and manything.....

    Never stop thinking why manytimes I can't say never, and made my head full
    of thing that came up from other. Why I always hear them, and when I need
    someone to talk to seem they doesn't have time for me. Why, they always need
    me to around them, but not me? I tired, and am I wrong if just awhile I need
    to be myself, and being selfish?

    Heeemffff.....life is not fair sometimes, and we must know that
    life is unfair sometimes. Keep moving, and rolling, that the best we could do.
    I've learnt a thing or two along the way too.
    I know, I am not perfect.
    Well, so what if I'm not perfect anyway?

    At least I try and give my best shot. I'll always bounce back by myself try again,
    again, and again anyway. I run, fall down, crawling, walking, and than
    running again.

    One thing's for sure, I'll keep setting the bar higher, and higher.
    I don't quite as far as where I wanted. Life made me independence, intelligence, beautiful, simple and real. And I know for sure that at the end, I realize that
    I can't take all the problem by myself. I must admit that I need attantion,
    and affections from other. I don't have to be affraid to confess that I am not
    so independen like people thought.

    Hiii...knock....knock.... hellllloooo... I am just an ordinary person too.
    I don't have to apologize for being myself, and I won't regrat it.


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