One day in 2016

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One day in 2016, I went to this (lazy go to school in every march) market called (α)mart.

I bought some snacks to occampany me doing my bunch of homework.

I put all the stuff on the cashier’s desk and got ready to pay.

"It's 22k. Do you have a membership card?  Do you want to top up your phone?"

"No, i don't. Thanks" I replied.

I had just realized that I didn’t have enough cash.

The cashier seemed to recognize that I had an issue with the lack of money.

"Just a minute" I said, while opening my bag and trying to look for retceh that might be laying over somewhere.

But I remembered clearly how I put all the coins out when I cleaned it up yesterday.

While pretending that I was looking for money, all the alternatives those were running on my mind just if I couldn't find rupiah (which was nearly impossible that I would find any, hahah) are:

1. I would try to borrow money from person behind me

2. I would cancel some of my orders

3. I would say "hmm I have been donating many coins before, don't you think that now I am the one who needs for donation?"

"It's okay" said the cashier while giving me the plastic bag.

I was like seriously?

In order to avoid any drama like “heheh no, you don't need to do it tho, just hold on, I’m sure I’ll find smth here”

I just directly said thank you and left the market and never came to that place till I knew that cashier had been replaced.

700+ km journey

It was the last month of 2018 and I am so sad about it that we all are getting older and older but I still like have not experienced any meaningful things yet. You know sometimes people have their own way on defining something. What I am about to telling is my very first-awesome-exciting-farthest-incredible-tiring journey ever (I know this is way too much but hahah who cares), of course with my friends.

It started when a friend of mine was talking about things like doing humanity project like you know sharing things like clothes, books, and stuff. I have been waiting for this chance. 

Long story short I decided to join and yeah I did prepare my stuff for 3 days journey from Makassar-Enrekang. It was still college days (idk wether the term is right or wrong) and the most importantly finished-reporting (laporan lengkap) would be held soon. We were going to go on Tuesday and the laporan lengkap was only till Friday (the science students will probably know how terrible it can be). Hmm. it's such a hassle thing.

I just could not believe that I went there, Nating, in Bungin, Enrekang Regency, by motorcycle. little village that really far from town and so remote, like we really needed to go through cobblestone road, the uphill road which was very steep, mountains road with terrible ravines on the other side, muddy red soil, the sharpening of the brake lining smell, smoky motorbike, also remind that the weather was so-so-so bad as it could be, the road was so slick, the puddle of water fulfilled our way, the cold of our wet dress, dirty shoes, starving stomach.

Every time we took time to Pertamina to refill the fuel remind me that I was going further and further from home, I checked maps and saw myself so far from my lovely room, makes me realized that it is not always about the destination, but how to be back home safely and the process of the journey itself. And I can say it was so awesome. Like I am really thankful to the mosques that so much helped in many ways, to the people who had kindly accommodate us, both for the food and place to stay, for the view along the way which was so-so-so awesome, I never experienced it before things like sleep in everywhere just because we were just so tired, the fresh air of being surrounded by nature, seeing an awesome little mountain with unique shape, seeing the line of place that shined and not by the sun, meeting new people, and things called togetherness. There are lots of things that I realized that I have to be grateful of. 

I just do not know how to tell the detail of the journey, because I am sure it is going to be a very very long story, so I decided only to write the point down and how my feeling was at that moment. And yeah here are some pictures on our three days journey:

Take a rest in Barru Sign

somewhere to take a rest, again

find a place to stay overnight

early in the morning

refill the fuel before the real mountain climbing with the mocies

take a rest after 4 hours motorcycling non-stop

tired faces 

somewhere in Nating, lil part of Latimojong

have a deep convo about coffe with bapak founder of  'Arabika Kopi Massipa'

river flows in you (yiruma) :v

somewhere in Bungin with the squad

pikpik with mt. nona as background

TIRED!!!
Everywhere is a good place to sleep :)

Officially Fosils!

This post might be very unimportant article for you, but this is going to be an awesome post for me because it tells about my memories when I fought to be a fosils :) which a post that will remind me again oneday.

Fosils? What is that? well actually It’s a name of ukm (unit kegiatan mahasiswa). Its name is Fosil anyway, but I don’t know what they call the member so I named myself as Fosils. Heheh. Fosil is an abbreviation of Forum Studi Ilmiah. Can you imagine what we do in this community? I hope so. I am just too lazy to explain :p

So there are some phases you have to pass if you want to join. And I have passed the phases. Wow (I think I am getting alay, sorry!). We did make essay, interview, and the last round which was the best part after all, THE CAMP!!! yay. It’s the most memorable part and I am going to tell you a lil bit more detail about it. Here it is!

We called it as Camping Ilmiah.

It was 08.00 am on Friday morning when the committee asked us to gather at campus. It was a formal opening and some provisioning from the elder and so on. We then left to location by bus.

And finally we arrived. With bunch of stuff on my bag which I used on my back *It’s very heavyyyy anyway* It’s not only about the heavy bag, but we should walk ascend the way which was very nanjak. It was awfully-totally tiring day ever. But alhamdulillah we arrived there safely :))

We than took a rest in mushollah (which was near to the location) for a while and got some foods to eat before we went to build the shelter (I finally know how to do it! It’s very easy). You should know, it was out of expectation. The place we built the shelter was very muddy. Just couldn’t imagine how I passed my days in that sloshy place with good memories <3

Our Saturday was began with morning exercise which was very amberadul. We did gymnastics but no one knew the motion very well. We ended up holding hands forward for minutes (this was very hard thooo). Then we had breakfasted and prepared for the observation. Yup. We used our alma mater jacket and went to the village. We were divided by some groups. We went to people houses. This was my first time as college student do this kind of thing.We interviewed people around the village about the problem they faced on. My group, which consisted of myself, awa’, and mus had visited 3 houses. Until the midday we didn’t get the idea yet, but kak wilda who helped us so much (she is such a good speaker) never stopped supporting us. Remember that night we should find at least a problem and the solution we offer to be presented in front of the seniors and the other new members. We did think very hard until we decided to choose an idea (which was very general and ordinary) but we just couldn’t think any more better idea to be talked. 

One of the best thing about the camp was the time after we made the ppt slide for that night, we got some chit-chat with the predecessor or you can say the seniors or the founder(?) of fosil.

There were 8 seniors with their interesting stories, I just don’t know how to tell you, it was very interesting!

Till the time came to presenting the material, I was felt very nervous. First, because I was not very confident with the topic we chose to be presented. Second, I am not such a very good speaker. Third, there were so many seniors and friends who was going to watch. And the last, I was just not ready for that all :’)

I don’t want to talk about this any longer! Please don’t force me!! :v

Well, the last day of camp, we woke up very early, prayed together, and asked by seniors to make line. We were directed to a place with a round shape and asked to sit circling (please just pretending that you understand if you don’t!). and the kakaks started talking. and etc. etc. when finally we officially became the member. We officially Fosils. Yay!

You might think how gaje this post is and what is very interesting about the story. I think there are missing pieces. I just don’t know what and how to write it down (or I am not a good story teller(?)). Well I am still practicing, I'll try to do better on the next time!

Thanks for reading!

PS. I actually do not want to post this post remind that my grammar must be very huueek and the story was very gaje. But you should know there is a reason why, which I will share on my other post.

Eyes under the Super Blue Blood Moon

"We have no rights

 to judge others

 before we walk miles

 in their shoes."

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It’s been 3 days since that once per hundred years event happens. I would like to share a story which happened that night in the super blue blood moon, January 31, 2018, the last day of the January this year. And here it is! 

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It was 9 pm when I rode my motorcycle along the road and as I could see the traffic was still heavy in this kind of time. Huh. I tried to pull up the gas and hoped I could arrive home sooner.

There was a wide field in front of my house which was a place where you could see the sky crystal clear. I came over the road and just some meters more I arrived at home. Eyes was staring at me when I just looked back at him from inside my helmet.

“What is this guy doing here in the middle of the field with no shirt *of course he used a pants, well, he must be doing meditation! It’s lunar eclipse now."

I parked my motorcycle and saw my brother was seeing the same guy from a far and I was like

“Is he your friend? what is he doing there? Staring to the moon, talking don’t know what.”

“He’s been there for an hour, I don’t even know why” he said and left me alone.

By the space of the fence I observed him intently in distance, once in a while he sucked his cigarette, then talked to no one, and did the same thing again and over again. I just didn’t know what was on his mind. 

I was annoyed by this boring show and shouted so he could hear me and realize that someone had been staring at him since last 20 minutes. Split the second he stared at here, the place I spied on him. He stood and ran over the road approached my house. I was so surprised then went into house and locked the door. I could feel the cannonading from the floor by his stride. He then hammered on the door heavily like a mad. It was scaring. I screamed very loud so my brother would come and help me to keep this house safe from this mad guy.

“ Why are you still here? Still looking at that guy? Come on! You are the one who always tells me to stop doing something useless. Go inside and sleep!” said my older brother.

All the things I have told you about the guy in the previous paragraph was just my thoughts. The mad guy didn’t even move centimeters away from his first place and ignore my last shout which I did to get his attention. He was still there with his cigarette and talked to no one. I went to my room and checked my social media account which was full feed pictures of red moon in the dark sky. 

Well, until now. I didn’t know the guy in front of my house and what he was doing there. One I know, he didn’t something bad to me and didn’t even notice me. I felt sorry about thinking bad and calling him as a mad guy which was he might be stressed or something bad happened to him or I just didn’t know everything about him. I have no rights to judge others before I walk miles in their shoes. Whoever and what ever you were thinking. I hope you get a better life!