Jangan Pisahkan Kami!

Salah satu topik hangat yang cukup menjadi perdebatan di kalangan siswa SMAN 3 Bandung angkatan 2013 adalah masalah "Pemisahan Kelas". Ya, masalah ini sudah cukup menjadi rutinitas sekolah di tingkat menengah pertama bahkan sekolah dasar. Saya pun baru mulai memikirkannya di SMA ini. Angkatan kami yang menggunakan sistem SKS pada awal semester dua sudah dipecah lagi, padahal konkritnya, sebuah kelas seharusnya utuh hingga pergantian tahun ajaran. Nyatanya, kami baru mulai menjalin kedekatan, dan tiba-tiba dipisah kembali.

Di kelas baru pun, saya sempat merasakan ketidaknyamanan luar biasa, karena beberapa hal, seperti:

1. Saya bukan orang asli Bandung, sehingga belum ada yang benar-benar kenal.
   
2. Yang berasal dari kelas sebelumnya juga tidak terlalu banyak.
   
3. Saya baru masuk setelah dua hari izin sakit.
   
   

Berdasarkan beberapa pertimbangan itu, saya sempat merasa kecewa karena minggu pertama saya terasa begitu membosankan, hingga saya nyaris terus bergaul dengan teman-teman dari kelas terdahulu.

Dan tanpa saya sadari, kelas saya saat ini menjadi salah satu kelas terbaik yang pernah saya tempati, sudah bisa menyeimbangi posisi kelas 9F di hati saya. Tipikal kelas yang saya tempati biasanya selalu ribut, terkadang sulit untuk merasa respect kepada guru yang tidak bisa membuat kami merasa respect, kritis dan aktif. Tipe kelas yang sedari dulu selalu saya tempati.

Kami bahkan punya nama kelas yang cukup kece, Simaung. Kami bahkan sudah membuat jersey kelas yang tidak kalah kece. Semakin banyak ke-kece-an di kelas kami yang membuat saya semakin jatuh hati dan semakin menyayangkan bila kami harus dipisah, lagi.

Dan sekarang sudah mendekati akhir kelas satu, akhir tahun ajaran 2010/2011. Satu-satunya hal yang membuat saya stress: Masalah Pemecahan Kelas.

Awalnya, saya mendengar ada beberapa kelas yang mengalami masalah kelas dan tidak nyaman, meski rumornya, sekarang masalah tersebut sudah berkurang dan keakraban masing-masing kelas sudah mulai terjalin. Meski saya terlihat sangat biasa, tapi perlu ditekankan lagi bahwa Masalah Pemecahan Kelas

ini menjadi hal yang cukup menekan saya selama beberapa minggu terakhir.

Beberapa alasan yang seharusnya kita pertimbangkan mengenai mengapa kelas seharusnya tidak dipecah lagi adalah berikut:

1. Kita adalah siswa SMA yang tidak perlu lagi didikte dan dibantu lagi oleh pihak sekolah dalam menjalin keharmonisan kelas. Keselarasan dan kekompakan kelas hanya bisa dan sekali lagi, hanya bisa, diciptakan oleh penghuninya sendiri, tidak peduli bagaimana guru ikut campur. Bukan berarti kelas yang asyik karena di kelas tersebut ada anak-anak yang hobi melawak, sehingga kondisi kelas terasa selalu menyenangkan. Bukan, kondisi kelas yang harmonis sekali lagi bergantung pada penghuninya, baik mayoritas maupun minoritas.
   
   
2. Pemikiran bahwa berada di kelas yang terlihat kompak dan ramai akan jauh lebih mengasyikkan dari kelas yang saat ini menurut saya sangat salah, karena sekali lagi, kelas yang ramai hanya bisa diciptakan karena penghuninya yang berkeinginan untuk menciptakan kondisi seperti itu. Bukan jaminan bila kita masuk ke dalam kelas yang menurut pandangan kita sangat seru, maka kelas itu akan sama harmonisnya dan kompaknya dengan kita tidak masuk. Peranan setiap penghuni sangat berpengaruh dalam menciptakan kondisi kelas, dan kelas yang menurut kita menyenangkan belum tentu cocok dengan diri kita, karena sekali lagi, tergantung dari kita yang menciptakan kondisi.
   
   
3. Pemisahan kelas menandakan bahwa kita hanya bisa lari dari masalah kelas yang kurang harmonis, dan tanpa usaha untuk menyesuaikan diri, kita lebih memilih untuk diacak kembali. Padahal, kelas yang kompak dan harmonis membutuhkan waktu dan proses dalam usaha meraih kondisi tersebut. Mungkin ada kelas yang cepat meraih kondisi yang kompak karena penghuninya menginginkan hal tersebut, ada juga yang lambat karena penghuninya masih berusaha membuka diri dan membutuhkan titik di mana mereka semua dapat terbuka satu sama lain.
   
   
4. Kelas yang harmonis tidak selamanya harmonis dan kompak. Ada kalanya di saat kita sudah terbiasa satu sama lain, kekesalan yang sempat terpendam memuncak dan mulai muncul perasaan kesal satu sama lain. Di saat seperti inilah yang menjadi puncak di mana kita bisa merasakan suka-duka dari berkeluarga di kelas. Semakin banyak masalah yang dihadapi, semakin banyak penyelesaian yang dihasilkan, semakin kuat pula ikatan warganya. Analogikan saja seperti keluarga, tidak selamanya senang dan bahagia, tapi dengan adanya masalah, suatu keluarga pun akan semakin kuat ikatan batinnya.
   
   
5. Bila kita merasa iri dengan keharmonisan kelas lain, pikirkanlah cara agar Kita bisa menciptakan kondisi kelas yang lebih mengasyikkan dari kelas tersebut, bukan malah terpuruk dan merasa tidak betah. Bila merasa berbeda, Ubah menjadi yang lebih baik. Bila merasa kurang aktif, Berusaha menjadi lebih aktif. Bila merasa kurang ramai, Kondisikan kelas menjadi lebih mengasyikkan. Kita tidak bisa bergantung pada orang lain untuk menciptakan sesuatu yang kita inginkan, Kita yang membuat apa yang kita inginkan!
   
   
6. Beberapa pemikiran yang mengatakan bahwa kalau kelas tidak dipecah, maka kita tidak akan bisa akrab dengan satu angkatan, menurut saya pemikiran yang kurang tepat untuk anak SMA. Bung, Kita bukan anak kecil lagi! Di saat masa sekolah dan gejolak remaja memuncak di masa SMA, sudah saatnya kita mulai meresapi maksud dari keluarga di sekolah. Apa keuntungan dari berteman dengan semuanya, tapi tidak ada satupun di antara mereka yang kita benar-benar merasa nyaman, yang menerima kita sepenuhnya, dan sudah melewati suka-duka bersama? Ujung-ujungnya, pemisahan kelas secara rutin hanya akan menciptakan pribadi yang individualis, tidak peduli dengan rekannya, karena sekolah sudah mengkondisikan kita untuk berdiri sendiri, berinteraksi sendiri. Memang baik berteman dengan semua, tapi akan lebih menyenangkan bila kita bisa benar-benar dekat dengan warga kelas, sehingga setidaknya, ada komunitas yang benar-benar menerima dan mengerti kita, layaknya sahabat dan keluarga.
   
   
7. Kalau masih ada yang merasa ingin dipisah, mari kita lihat mayoritas dan minoritas, dalam artian bahwa, dalam suatu negara, keinginan mayoritas tetap diikuti dengan menjamin hak asasi kelompok minoritas. Bagi mereka yang begitu ingin memisahkan diri dari kelas dan ternyata termasuk kelompok minoritas, seharusnya bisa memikirkan juga efek dari memaksakan kehendak yang sudah berlawanan dengan mayoritas. Toh, meski misalnya, kelompok mayoritas yang mendapat suara, hak minoritas akan tetap terjamin, karena kehidupan sekolah layaknya suatu negara. Jangan lupa pula, di saat kita memikirkan hak kita sebagai mayoritas, ada poin-poin penting di atas yang perlu kita usahakan dan pikirkan lagi sebagai kewajiban kita sebagai warga, bukan mayoritas atau minoritas.
   
   
8. Dan berjuta alasan lain mengapa kelas sebaiknya tidak dipisah.
   
   

Yang ingin saya tekankan sekali di sini adalah:

Kita yang menciptakan apa yang kita inginkan, bukan guru, sekolah, atau orangtua. Berhenti melihat dan berusaha menjadi bagian sesuatu dan mulailah MENCIPTAKAN kondisi yang kita inginkan. Kondisi kelas atau kondisi apapun bergantung kepada PENGHUNInya, bukan guru, sekolah, atau orangtua. Jangan mengeluh dan berhenti merasa iri, karena belum tentu apa yang kita harapkan sesuai dengan apa yang kita rasakan, karena sekali lagi, USAHA DAN PROSES MEMPENGARUHI HASIL.

Semoga hal di atas membawa manfaat bagi murid sekolah siapapun yang membaca dan menjadi renungan kita untuk memikirkan hal-hal bahwa kita bukan lagi anak kecil.

Ya, mungkin terkesan berlebihan karena saya membahas hal semacam ini, tapi sekali lagi, ini usaha saya untuk mencapai apa yang saya impikan, begitu juga dengan yang seharusnya kalian lakukan.

Thanks before for your great attention, and please consider these stuffs better,

Good night.

 

Sincerely,

Dina Puspita Sari

Putaran Duniaku

"Love is one of the most ridicule topics to be discussed, yet so refreshing and marvelous. Talking about it seems like dreaming, and none of them are not a fairy tale, for each."

After these super devastating weeks, I actually have the chance to renew my blog and write something on it again. And as we see, here, I shared my newest file to be read by you guys.

It started as my task from my Bahasa Teacher. She asked us to make a short-story, which is one of my weaknesses on writing. I repeat, writing short-story is my weakness. I never know how to write such a great story in such a little space, yet I always try to explain every moment in detail.

That is why, my short-story, titled as "Putaran Duniaku" is 15 pages length. Such a long story for a short-story. Some of my friends need time to read it, but overall, they said, it was nice. I don't know if they do like described-kind of short-story, but some of them do.

So, here, I'll let you guys check on it too :)

Putaran Duniaku

Regards,

Dina

Today with Father

Today with Father,

It's Friday and he'd come this morning.

When I woke up, he suddenly stood there, asked me to wake up.

We were going to have a breakfast in his favorite place, Lontong Sayur Padang.

Shoot, I just read a message from my classmate, that our basketball match is going to be held today, this morning too.

I didn't have much time, so we both rushed to have breakfast.

My Father, who drove from Jakarta to Bandung before Shubuh, and happily saw me, suddenly has to drive me to school.

I didn't think I could understand how his feelings that time.

Tired, mad, want to cry?

Maybe.

But he smiled anyway.


 

Today with Father,

The match was cancelled, because our team was late. I felt it was the committee's stupidity fault to let us know in last minutes.

And today was a holiday!

My Father just laughed when my friends greeted him, told me that our opponent won without match. Unfair? Yes.

My Father asked me whether I am going home with him or not, and I said that I will have a group work in my friend's house.

Again, I left him, yet he smiled.


 

Today without Father,

I went to my friend's house for about three until four hours, yet what we did was not that much.

But I was quite satisfied.

My Father asked whether I am going to have lunch with him, and in the minute when I was going to say yes, my friend told me that her mum already cooked.

Then I said sorry to him, and told him that after lunch, I will come right away to his lunch place.

And I did.


 

Today with Father,

I was so full that I let him ate alone, and I ate cakes which I bought near the lunch place.

It was so peaceful that I tried to rewind the time again and again.

After lunch, we decided to go back home and straight to the hotel where he is going to have a workshop for 3 days there.

I joined him too.


 

Today with Father,

We arrived at the hotel, and we both satisfied with the room. The environment was also nice, and I felt like I wanted to sleep all 3 days.

I forgot about where we went after arrived there.

But I was so happy.


 

Today with Father,

I needed to go to school for extra classes, and my Father had his workshop, so both of us need to go.

All I ever thought at school is about the weekend that I am going to spend with my Father.

I was happy.

I even went to buy my favorite food first before headed to the hotel.

And when I arrived there, he still hasn't finished yet.

It's fine, I can take a nap.


 

Today with Father,

I had a performance this night, my first one.

And my Father had his dinner with his friends.

Yet he chose to accompany me. How stupid I was that I let him waited for more than three hours because my turn didn't show up.

After I finished, he looked at me proudly, even though my play was suck.

I couldn't stop looking at him, seeking for forgiveness, because in the end, his friends already left the dinner place,

And in the end, I had a dinner with my Father.

It was nice, though.


 

Today with Father,

My Father woke up early and went to the gym, when I was still sleeping. It was so tiring.

After that, we had breakfast together, and I have to admit that the hotel's food is great.

I was being left alone when my Father had to attend the workshop.

All I did that day were sleeping, eating cakes, working my homework, and watching television, sometimes.

My Father went back to room for praying, and he looked exhausted.

So I tried to sound as little as possible.

At night, he asked me to have dinner together with his friends, when I just ate my order for late lunch.

And the order was super large portion, I even asked him to help me with it.

Because he knew I was so full, he let me stayed at the room and he went to have a dinner with his friends.

Have fun, Father.


 

Today with Father,

It's Monday, and the government made this day as a public holiday because tomorrow is national holiday.

It was kind of waste, to just work for a day then holiday again.

My Father still had his workshop, and I was still waiting patiently.

I watched, ate, sometimes slept, studied, and watched again.

He finished his whole workshop at 3p.m., and we decided to go out for refreshing at 4.

From a discussion with Mom, we then decided to buy a camera.

At first, Father didn't want to buy one, he just asked me to just have a sight-seeing.

Then I said, why do we even have to go if we are not intending to buy one?

I mean, it will be more hurt if we have planned not to buy it than accidentally don't buy it, right?

And I thought that, if Father doesn't really want to buy one, then we don't have to. I'm fine, I think.

But suddenly, he agreed, because he wanted to go outside.


 

Today with Father,

At the camera shop, we didn't find the camera that my Father's friend suggested.

We found one of the two options, but Father thought it's too expensive. I didn't care that much, since I am not a pro, so we didn't really need a great camera.

The other option was out of stock, but they have a higher level than that option, which is still a little bit cheaper than the first option, but the gap is not as big as both first options, so it was still expensive.

I thought Father wasn't going to buy the camera, so I told him that it is up to him.

Suddenly, he called his friend, asked for suggestion, and later, he decided to buy the new option that has replaced one of the first options.

I thought it was fine, since it's still cheaper.

And suddenly, the employee told us that the lens is not the usual type of lens for camera, so if we want to use a same kind of lens like the more expensive camera, we have to add more until it was more expensive than the one that we said it was expensive.

I thought Father wouldn't buy it, because what's the point of buying a cheaper one when it gets more expensive?

And he still bought the camera which is actually cheaper, but because we changed the lens, it's more expensive.

I was shocked.

Not only that, when we chose the bag, I thought he might choose the smaller and cheaper one, instead, he bought the bigger, more stylish, and more expensive one.

Started from our low budget to buy a camera, Father suddenly gave his maximum to buy the best one.

I gave him four thumbs up.

We went to the hotel with happy faces, well his was happier.

After that, we had dinner together with his friends, the last dinner.


 

Today with Father,

It's the last day to stay at the hotel, and we woke quite late today.

As usual, Father went to the gym, I watched television, and we had breakfast quite late too.

After that, we watched "WipeOut" until the Bell-Boy came, and we checked-out.

I think I need one more day to stay. Just one more.


 

Today with Father,

After checked-out, we went to one of my nearly-like-relatives' house.

We had lunch and chats.

I didn't remember really much,

But I did regret a thing.

That I didn't sit next to my Father all the time.


 

Today with Father,

We went straight to a supermarket to buy a locking case for the camera to keep it from humidity.

After that, we went to the bookstore to find my brother's present,

But then, Father told me that he can give one of his presents to my brother as a present from me.

I felt happy at first, but now I do regret a thing.

The fact that I didn't let myself to just buy the present that I was planning on giving to my brother.


 

Today with Father,

We bought tahu brintik after that, and we headed straight home.

Father was planning on going back to Jakarta after Ashar,

But I forbad him. I told him to take a nap first, so he will be fresh in his way to Jakarta.

I just wanted to make him stay longer.


 

Today with Father,

When Father took a nap, I slept outside of his room, on the living room.

I didn't sleep actually, because I was spying on him.

I was so afraid that he might go back to Jakarta without saying goodbye to me or hug me.

My tears were heavy enough to be held back, but I did.


 

Today with Father,

It's nearly Maghrib and the land lady came to tell that if I receive a paper for building tax, I should not pay and just give the paper to the land lady.

When she and her brother asked whether my father was here or not, I told them yes but he was having a rest, because he will drive on night road.

They then went off, and my Father has waked up. I was shocked and afraid.

He asked me why I didn't wake him up, and I answered that I am afraid his rest will be disturbed.

He then prayed and asked me whether I need to buy something again.

I told him that I think I need to buy an inhaler, since I couldn't inhale really clear.

But mostly, it was to spend more time with my Father,


 

Today with Father,

We went to the nearest medicine shop, and bought some medicines.

When he drove me home, I cried quietly, because the more I thought about when he was leaving, the sadder I got.

He then told me to be tough and hug me.

It was raining when I went outside and sent him off.

But shoot,

I didn't hug him.

I cried more.


 

Today without Father,

I cried quietly in my room, regretting the time that I didn't spend with him.

And I texted him, that I didn't have a chance to hug him.

I felt really guilty not to hug him, yet he hugged me.

And then I wrote this.


 

It has always been like this. When it's only hours before my parents go back, suddenly there's a switch being on, realizing me that there are only several hours left with my parents.

I suddenly felt stressed and I kept thinking about what it will be like when they already go back to Kalimantan which is so far away from me,

And I forgot about those several hours left with them.

And when the already went back, I kept thinking about last hours I spent with them, and I regret that I didn't spend those hours with them fully, because I kept thinking about when they leave.


 

And those thoughts, again, fly in my mind.

Thoughts about, what if my parents got an accident after visiting me, and I will never be able to meet them again?

What if my parents got accident when they are going to meet me, and I will never be able to meet them again?

And those thoughts keep coming on their every visit, and they grow stronger each day, which made me more frustrated,

What if because of this insane intuition, I made all of my thoughts come true?

What if because of this thought that keeps growing stronger every day, it came true?

What can I do without them?

Then I will never forgive myself for thinking such kind of thoughts.

I will never ever let myself happy for letting those thoughts becoming true.

I will never forgive myself for taking my happiness away from me.


 

Please Allah, keep them safe, forever and always.


 


 

Dina.

Untuk Mereka yang Menunggu

“A father is a fellow who has replaced the currency in his wallet with the snapshots of his kids.”

Di dunia ini, tidak ada yang sama dengan yang manusia harapkan. Atau perkirakan. Manusia bukanlah makhluk serba tahu yang mampu memprediksikan hal-hal yang dianggapnya benar.

Anggapan semacam itu wajar terlintas dalam pikiran anak remaja seumuran saya atau kamu yang saat ini sedang berada di ambang gejolak emosinya. Pikiran kita selalu terasa yang paling benar, dan tentu saja, milik orangtua lah yang tersalah. Terkadang banyak remaja yang berpikiran, "Mengapa orangtuaku tidak bisa mengerti keinginanku?"

Atau kebalikannya. Orangtua seringkali menghela napas setiap kali berargumen dengan anak-anaknya, saya dan kamu. Mereka, para orang dewasa yang sedang berada di puncak keletihannya, setiap saat berusaha untuk menarik anak-anaknya lebih dekat lagi. Lebih banyak orangtua akan berpikiran, "Mengapa anak-anakku tak mengerti bahwa aku tahu yang terbaik untuknya?" selagi menarik anak-anak mereka yang berusaha kabur.

Tulisan ini, tidak dengan maksud menyulut pro dan kontra antara kedua belah pihak di dalam keluarga. Tulisan ini, sekedar pengingat bagi diri saya dan kamu yang saat ini hanya berperan sebagai anak. Tidak ada niat menggurui, hanya berbagi.

Suatu sore, dengan hujan yang cukup deras, saya berada di atas angkot, menunggu hingga sang supir memutuskan untuk berangkat. Keadaan di dalam angkot sangat lembap, tapi masih jauh lebih baik dari kedinginan di luar sana.

Di tengah rasa mengantuk yang luar biasa, saya harus tetap siaga dengan penumpang baru, dengan alasan keselamatan dan lain-lain. Tiba-tiba, naik seorang bapak-bapak paruh baya berbaju batik, tanpa tas atau jaket.

Beliau hanya membawa sebuah kotak yang tidak saya ketahui isinya dan ditutupi oleh koran. Sang bapak, dengan wajahnya yang tampak letih namun antusias, menyeka air-air di atas koran yang membungkus kotak tersebut, terlalu bersemangat hingga saya heran melihatnya.

Kotak itu tidak terlihat istimewa, warnanya kuning, dan saat saya melihatnya, kotak itu langsung mengingatkan saya pada kotak konsumsi yang biasa dibagikan dalam acara-acara formal.

Saya lalu menatap bapak itu lagi. Wajahnya masih menunjukkan kecemasan dan antusias yang tinggi, sambil tangannya dengan tekun mengeringkan koran yang membasahi kotak tersebut.

Seketika itu saya terdiam. Mungkinkan bapak ini membawakan kotak itu untuk dimakan bersama dengan keluarganya? Atau ada sesuatu di dalamnya yang membuat beliau begitu menghargai kotak tersebut, hingga rela membasahi korannya?

Kebanyakan orang akan berpikir bahwa beliau adalah pria kantoran yang terburu-buru untuk pulang dan kembali ke kantor lagi. Tapi, dalam benak saya, yang terlintas adalah sosok ayah saya. Mungkinkah beliau pernah melakukan hal yang sama? Membawakan sesuatu yang sangat saya sukai dengan penuh semangat? Apa yang ayah saya harapkan saat membawakan barang itu pada saya? Ucapan terima kasih kah? Pelukan kah? Atau senyuman saya kah?

Lalu saya termenung lagi. Apa yang saat itu saya berikan pada ayah saya saat beliau membawakan barang yang saya sukai? Merebutnya kah? Kabur begitu saja? Atau malah memaki beliau karena membawakan yang tidak saya sukai?

Menurut saya:

"A father is someone who wished to be greeted with hugs and kisses from his children; and when he doesn't, he will still come to his children and give them kisses and hugs."

Saya yakin, tidak ada ayah, atau orangtua, yang tidak menginginkan kasih sayang dari anak-anak mereka, ekspektasi dari mereka, saya dan kamu. Dan bila mereka tidak mendapatkannya, mereka akan tetap melimpahkan kasih sayangnya pada saya dan kamu, memikirkan saya dan kamu setiap detiknya, dan mencintai saya dan kamu setiap saatnya.

Saya percaya itu.

Mari renungkan bersama.

Seperti kata para ayah, “Untuk mereka yang menunggu.”

Chapter One - Clame Bous

"If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams."  ~Terri Guillemets

Saya sudah berjalan di atas jalan ini sejak beberapa tahun lalu, saat gaya bahasa yang masih seperti "itu" hingga seperti "ini", sudah saya rasakan. Sayangnya, tidak ada keberanian dan keinginan untuk menunjukkannya, setidaknya dalam bentuk formal.

Setelah memasuki zaman SMA yang baru ini, saya menyadari bahwa memiliki bakat itu tidak mudah, karena kebanyakan orang terlahir dengan bakat mereka, sementara ada beberapa orang yang merasa bahwa tanpa bakat, hal yang dikerjakan tidak akan bernyawa. Saya termasuk yang percaya akan hal tersebut, tapi saya juga yakin bahwa bakat bisa dimunculkan bila kita memiliki kemauan dan kepercayaan.

Karena itu, saya mencoba untuk *officially* mengunduh salah satu karangan yang sedang saya dalami, dan mengharapkan ada dari mereka di luar sana yang secara tidak sengaja membacanya. Karya dan Seni adalah sesuatu yang harusnya bisa dibagi. Dan itu yang saya yakini.


Dengan ini, bagi yang tertarik untuk membaca salah satu karya saya, silahkan unduh di link di bawah ini:

Chapter One

Err... I think I am brave enough :)


Thank you,
Dina 

Strings, Sticks, and Notes around the Head

"Though there were a few clumsy fumbles, the pain, the gentle warmth vibrated so palpably throughout the song." – Len Tsukimori, from La Corda D'oro Primo Passo

 

I always wish I was raised somewhere more urban, more modern than my hometown. Although, I am glad that I was raised there, in such a great environment. Well, grew up in a forest-like environment has given me so many values of life which you won't experience in real urban life, big cities and stuff. I have experienced exploring the forest, and in the end, found out that the way that we explore connecting my home with my friend's house. I also have experienced hanging on the hanging roots in the banyan tree. Kalimantan, for the specific place, is where I was raised by. You won't have many places that still reflect their nature, like my hometown does. I apparently lived inside the small town, where you can even imagine it as Forks in the Twilight movie, surrounded by trees-tropical rainforest trees. My house is an old one, very much alike with the western house style, with bar and terrace, from woods. It's surrounded by agriculture vegetables, mango tree, and kittens. Kittens are almost everywhere. I share another story about my beloved kittens in other post, because this one will absolutely not talk about my pets-or sort of.

And that's the small description of my previous hometown, which I love so much. Although the place was like heaven-still green, fresh, calming, yet so hot because it's near the mines, small town has its own disadvantages. Being raised in such a beautiful yet low of courses-additional education, such as music course, art course, singing course, etc.- has given me decision to go abroad from the island. It was beautiful, but I won't develop myself there. Once, I moved to Jakarta at the age of 5 or maybe 6, and for my last year of kindergarten period, my mom registered me into many courses, such as singing course, painting course, sempoa course, dancing course, and many more that I can't even remember them. Many trophies I gained, I even met Titiek Puspa, one of the marvelous actress in Indonesia whom I adore so much, from dancing. I still feel that all of them were just yesterday-a few days ago, and now I'm already 16 years old. How nice.

Somehow, I regret my decision to choose singing course over a piano or violin course, although my teacher (if I'm not mistaken, her name is Ms. Mersi or something like Mercedes) said my voice is beautiful (I don't know what will she say when she hears me sing now), because it is hard to find a music course in my hometown. The piano course itself was one hour away from my house. This one hour, by meaning, is more than 30 kilometers with smooth road and very quiet environment-you'll probably just see few cars and monkeys crossing by. My mom immediately rejected my wish to learn piano, and so on, until my 9^th grade of Secondary School. One of my teachers offered me to learn violin with some other fathers and moms of my little sister's friends' parents. I learn with those adults for about 3 until 5 months, until my national exam came. And that is the time when I stopped playing music again, along with my karate and swimming.

But I do have passion in music. I do think I want to be a musician. It is one of my infinite dreams.

I am more than an optimistic average girl. Some of you know I am insane about books and comics, and many of those books inspired me to do new things. I found out that I am interested with strings instrument. Violin and Cello are the top two on the list. I want to learn them so badly (Pssst.. I have saved my money to buy a cello, wish me luck!). I am inspired to learn classic stuff and am born to be one, with style. I am also interested with drums, when I saw how passionate a drummer can be, and how they "sleep" during the show, by playing their drums. I admire those women who face the world by playing them, and I do want to be a part of them. Not only that, I also want to learn how to play a clarinet. Classic stuff. Or maybe an oboe? How knows.

For some, they will see me as an average girl who doesn't really understand music and don't care about it. But when they found out how freak I am about music (classical and jazz), their instruments, and their books, people will see me as a freak, an otaku.

For my obsession of music, I even have scheduled my life to learn almost all of those desired instruments. Here's the timeline:

•   In my First year of Senior High School, I will learn drums (checked! I have started my drum course since a few weeks ago).

•   In my Second year of Senior High School, I will probably continue my drum until specification for genre (I'll choose Jazz), and start to learn cello. I hope until then, I'm able to save money to buy one.

•   In my Third year of Senior High School, I will continue my current courses, which are drum and cello.

•   In college, I'll probably wondering whether I'll master the drums a bit, because I think, I will decrease the intensity of my drum course (since I bet my skill is developing) and start to have a violin class beside cello. I will try to figure this thing out.

•   Autodidact, I will learn how to play the clarinet and guitar in my Senior High School or College (there's no too late in learning, dude!)

•   My target is able to play all of those instruments: Drums, violin, cello, clarinet, and guitar before graduating college.

•   Thus, when I enter my work life before marriage, I'll try mastering all of those instruments.

•   And when I'm married, I will learn how to play the piano and mastering the previous instruments. Isn't it nice when you send your kids and husband to school and work, and while waiting for them, you play the piano on the middle of the house, with light everywhere? It's my dream married life.

Quite confusing, eh? Well, you'll learn how freak I am about my obsession.

I have thought about these things in many places, such as in the public transportation, school, toilet, bedroom, etc. And thanks Allah, He gave me enough brain to imagine them.

You'll probably asking, "Why should I want so many things? Isn't it enough?"

Well, enough is good to remind us for the blessings from Allah. But when you feel your dreams are enough, what will you achieve in your life? What will you do for your entire life when there's nothing you desire anymore? So, keep dreaming and making them come true, my friend.

Sincerely,

Dina Puspita Sari

Note: this post is just a personal interest of something. Don't mind to stop and read for awhile, but no compulsory to read it, feel free :)