Jumat, 21 Maret 2014

Happy Graduation Day my best friend!

Hi readers, it's been so long I don't write anything in my blog. There are several reasons, the first is because I was so busy with my hectic schedule and the second one is that I don't have any idea to post something.
Well... March began so fast and almost finish. I had something special to do in this month, let me tell you about it, Here we go!

It was Monday, March 17th in the early morning, I woke up and still contemplating and deciding whether to go to campus or not, because I felt to unexcited to go there. After taking a long time thinking about it, I took my phone and sent a message to one of my friend, I said to him to please sign my attendance list and he said OK I will, wow seems like one problem has been solved! (can't thank you enough for this help, bro!) LMAO!

Right after that, I went to the train station and It was afternoon almost 3PM , thought that I wouldn't get the ticket but I was wrong because the ticket was still being sold. HOW LUCKY I WAS!
I texted my friend that I would be on my way at 4PM, and she said that her brother also has the same trip with me, and she gave me her brother's number so that we will be in the same seat on the train. YEAH NICE IDEA. (at least I had an interlocutor on my way there)
It took about 3 hours by train from Yogyakarta to Purwokerto, not really felt tired but just a little bit steamy, because I forgot to take a shower. LMAO! but it's okay coz I still look cool *giggles*

March 18th

It was foggy morning and still whole my body is still rigid, I had to wake up so early to get ready for the next activity. It was me, Awi, Assa and Vian's daddy who drove her (Vian) to Saloon. Oh damn it was a damn cold morning!
After that we went home, and I suddenly knitting back my dream (took a sleep again). Because before 11.AM we have to come back to pick them up again, oh well 3 more hours are still enough for me then.


"Happy Graduation Day to my special buddy. Irviana Hamdja, S.ked"


@ Auditorium Universitas Jendral Soedirman -Purwokerto

It was burning hot day and after her graduation ceremony we went to a restaurant (it named Siliwangi) for having lunch.


  

Even though I have known Vian for so long, she is my best friend since we were in junior and even senior high school but I never had any conversation with her parents intimately. It was surprise for me that her father is so kind and fatherly not for me but for all us. He once said that "father is just a title but the soul of a young man slept on it" wow this is fantastic! I have never met any kind of father like him.

me and vian's daddy

I admit that someone's fruitfulness is deserved to be celebrated, now it hers! hopefully next time will be mine. Whatever will be, will be! Never crying over the spill milk! keep doing your best and God will do the rest!

~ Written by @oldryronald 

Rabu, 12 Maret 2014

A poem of an old man for his wife



 

“A poem of an old man for his wife”
By: W.S. Rendra


I wrote this poem to make you good
Whereas you recalled your gout
Reminiscing again our scintillating adolescence
And also our barely finished future
And happily will we conquer

We are not alone and isolated with our fate
Because the problem is the Law of history life
Bittersweets, acid salts are not divine
Because it has been undergone by everyone

Life is not to lament and groaning
Life is how to make it progressing
Work flipping the ground
Break through the mystery of ocean and heavenward
And to Create and engrave the world
We hold the duty
Because the duty is a duty
Instead of by hell or heaven
But to the glory of man

To be honest, we are not the clay
Despite we have ramshackle, elderly and grey
We are what our personality
Our self-esteem depicts our honorary
Behold, what is behind us! To our past day
No one has the power to sweep it away

Look! How colorful in our past years
Stroked by our breath ninety years
It always rises in ninety years
Surpassing our past helter-skelter years
And remembering it well
How we were always smile
Facing the Heaven and earth, and also our fate


We smile not to play-act
Not because the smile is a mask
But the smile is an act
Our act to God, human beings and folk
The fate and the life

Look! Ninety years were so colorful
Reminiscing that we have declined to be a router
We become unsteady and un-useful
Because seemingly the age is stronger than us, it’s really tougher
But not because we have fell

I wrote this poem to make you good
Whereas you recalled your gout
Reminiscing it as always
We are challenged by one hundred gods



This poem is an adaptation of Rendra's  poem which entitled “Sajak Seorang Tua Untuk Isterinya"
Originally translated by @oldryronald
March 13th, 2014