Dukung Perbaikan Pendidikan Indonesia Lewat Bisnis Indonesia Writing Contest 2014!

Pagi dunia!
Sudah cukup lama tidak posting dalam bahasa (baca: bahasa Indonesia), jadi agak bingung mau menulis dalam bahasa baku atau tidak, ha ha.
Sejumlah postingan saya terakhir tertulis dalam bahasa Inggris. Sebenarnya bukan karena tidak suka menulis dalam bahasa, Tetapi hanya ingin sekedar melancarkan kemampuan menulis dalam bahasa asing. Jadi maklum saja kalau postingan-postingan tersebut kelihatan 'amatiran' dan grammar-nya kurang sempurna. Paling tidak, saya sudah mencoba.
Kali ini, saya tidak menge-post tulisan-seperti yang biasa saya tulis. Saya sedang mengikuti kontes menulis di Bisnis.com. Ada beberapa tema yang diangkat dan kebetulan saya memilih tema 'Membangun Pendidikan'. Bukan tanpa alasan, saya memilih tema ini karena didorong oleh keprihatinan terhadap dunia Pendidikan Indonesia yang masih perlu (banyak) perbaikan. Artikel saya dalam kontes ini membahas tentang kondisi dunia pendidikan Indonesia yang memiliki dua sisi berbeda. Bumi dan langit, istilah yang saya gunakan. Saya berangkat dari membandingkan dua sisi tersebut lalu menganalisis penyebab perbedaannya dan mencoba memberikan solusi atas fenomena tersebut dari kaca mata pandang saya, seorang amatiran di dunia pendidikan (maklum, titel saya juga masih satu). Mungkin solusi yang saya beri belum tentu merupakan solusi yang tepat, tetapi artikel ini saya tulis dengan tujuan sebagai bahan renungan kita semua atas pendidikan di Indonesia yang tidak hanya masih memerlukan banyak perbaikan, tetapi juga memerlukan perbaikan yang tepat. Akan sangat bagus sekali apabila teman-teman memberikan komentar di akhir artikel saya pada link berikut Bumi dan Langit Pendidikan Indonesia sehingga kita bisa mendiskusikan gagasan-gagasan yang lebih tepat lagi untuk kemajuan pendidikan di Indonesia.
Apabila artikel saya berkenan di hati teman-teman pembaca atau mungkin teman-teman sejalan dengan pemikiran saya, mohon bantuannya untuk mem-vote artikel saya tersebut. Voting bisa dilakukan di akhir artikel dengan meng-input karakter captcha dan meng-klik tombol submit vote. Jika berkenan, teman-teman dapat juga menge-share artikel ini melalui account jejaring sosial seperti facebook, twitter, linked in, ataupun google+ melalui tombol ikon di samping artikel untuk mengajak lebih banyak orang untuk turut membaca renungan ini dan menyumbangkan gagasannya.
Mungkin menulis artikel tentang pendidikan dan saling membagi inspirasi seperti yang saya dan teman-teman lakukan ini amatlah sederhana. Tetapi dengan kesadaran untuk melakukan hal-hal kecil dan sederhana inilah, kita sudah dapat memupuknya untuk berbuat hal berguna yang lebih besar lagi untuk kemajuan pendidikan Indonesia ke arah yang lebih baik.
Setiap orang punya keterbatasan masing-masing. Pada saat ini, saya belum mampu untuk mewujudkan dukungan saya terhadap perbaikan pendidikan di Indonesia dalam kancah yang lebih luas seperti turut urun rembug dalam menyusun sistem pendidikan bersama dengan pihak pemerintah. Tetapi at least, saya mencoba untuk mendukung dengan cara lebih sederhana, menuliskan artikel renungan dan (Insya Allah) inspiratif ini untuk membantu memberikan gambaran mengenai fenomena-fenomena di dunia pendidikan Indonesia dan membangkitkan kesadaran dini bagi masyarakat luas untuk turut menyumbangkan gagasannya bagi pendidikan Indonesia yang lebih baik.
Last, every big thing starts with a simple one. Ayo dukung perbaikan Pendidikan Indonesia dimulai dari hal kecil!
Click, vote, dan share link berikut Bumi dan Langit Pendidikan Indonesia 
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Personal Writing: Silly I know, but.....

Do you ever fall in love...

So deep that your heart can't stop pounding so fast only by seeing her/his face on the photo for the very first time?

So deep that all you could think of what is she/he doing at the moment you think of them even though it was only 1 hour since you first know her/him?

So deep that you spent all night reading her/his writing-everything somewhere and still can't get enough that you want to spend another night doing the same thing?

So deep that you cry upon her/his every writing, no matter what the content was, you cry because her/his beautiful chosen of words, you cry picturing her/him on your mind writing those things while thinking and blinking her/his eyes sometimes?

So deep that you can't even control your tears and still crying silently though you already reached the posting date section on the bottom of the posts?

So deep that it is suffocating you just by imagining the so-little-possibility day you finally able to meet her/him in person for the first time?

So deep that you are able to ignore it when your music player shuffled to rock and instrumental melody minutes to minutes, even crying when the rock music played?

So deep that you don't even care even if your top 10 favorite biases present in front of you cause you prefer closing your eyes, picturing her/him in your mind?

So deep that you just wanna do, choose, use, love, read, listen to, write what she/he does, chooses, uses, loves, reads, listens to, writes too?

So deep that you can't help but feeling scare, worry, and insecure whenever she/he mentioned other guy's/girl's name because strangely you want her/him just for yourself only?

So deep that...

you don't even realize that you did all those things above because of someone who only God knows whether she/he aware of your existence because you both never meet each other like ever before?

Boo me, I do now.

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Personal Writing: Me Today: Realization

Dejected feeling I feel all the time

I enter a whole new part of my life. I am no longer those girl with reports on my hand running here and there yelling 'deadline-deadline' crazily. I don't chase the campus bus anymore because run out of time. I don't stress, stay up late at night in front of computer, sleep secretly during class, or skip lunch because all the stupid waitings. It is no longer part of my life now. But I miss those already. It seems like it was just yesterday I entered the campus life. Now I already leave them all behind. I am not a student anymore, I got heavier responsibility now. Those two letters submitted in the end of my name look so beautiful yet, idk, strangely weighted? Sometimes I feel kind of proud, most of the time I feel annoyed. Those two letters prevent me from acting silly (which is real me), it makes people avert their looks at me like, 'dude you're not a kid, cut the act!'
That annoyed me sometimes but I know it's time. It's that time of moment when people migrates to the next step of their life. It's my turn now. At first I was so excited that I couldn't stop making future plans of my life. Different versions each day cause it is just too much I wanna grab at once. But apparently I was not ready. I don't know why. It was just, I think I'm not mentally prepared. I can't help feeling anxious all the time. I kind of become so sensitive upon my surrounding. One time I really want to have a decent job and build my carreer path. The next day I gave up because I think I messed up my job interview. Minutes later I want to continue my study and pursue master degree. But next thing I did was just sitting on the edge my bed, wondering if it is my true passion then burying my face on the pillow drowsily, ready to sleep any moment. I seem like can not find my right path, what I wanna do in my life. Is it normal?

The lazier I get, the worse this stupid worries attack me. I don't like this. But yet, I have no idea how to fix this. What a confusing human being, I am..
At this rate, I just missed my friends so much. My childhood friends, middle school friends, high school friends, even current friends.. all my friends. I will start logging in my social network account that has been left for some good times in order to know how they've been. I want to chat them, I want to have a long talk about our long forgotten memories, I want to at least say hello to them.
But apparently it was not my day. Instead of being able to exchange hellos, it turned to be my crybooster (if this word even exists...).
Why?
They all have changed. Not in a bad way, I said. But they,.. idk, they found their path of life already? Some had been working for some times, others are working on their master's degree life, some even got married! It is not that I want to follow the latter ones, fyi, but what does matter... they ALL seemed to know what will they do with their only once life. Then again something crawls in, dejected feeling. And I didn't know I can be more depressed than ever.
My true passion, where should I find them?
I have so many things in mind right now though I am not sure whether it is really really my true passion. But I think I know where the problem lies here.
The problem lies on my so called heart.
Yes, it is true. I think to have so many things I want to do in the future is normal. It is called.. excited? Well, passionate maybe? It is good, isn't it? Now the problem is, what I've been calling.. not mentally prepared yet. Until when will you stay in this state? The moment I took my very first step into university, I should've been prepared. Because that was when you choose what you're gonna be later. When you took your first step to Engineering-related major, it most probably you chose to be an Engineer or at least to be someone who has a tough job, physically-mentally. You should've known that. That not-mentally-prepared, it sounds mostly like an excuse.
A lame excuse to cover dark side of you who is not dare to take a risk.
There, I said it.
Sooner or later those dark side will cover all your heart and mind and you will end up being a complete loser. I always be that one person who is left behind cause I am too scared of taking risks. It doesn't sound like fun.
Then go change. Change yourself!
People changed, then why can't you change?
Go erase that worries and scares buddy. It is not too late to do so. The late is never exist for the change. Of course you can't change what in the past, all the stupid doings you did on the past. No need to regret it too.
Things won't change once you regret it, right?
Who cares what stupid things you did on the past. People tends to forget their past faster, especially the bad ones (though people also tends to remember the others's bad past but that's different case, if you know what I mean). So, all you have to do now is to shush away that lame mental. It is hard, but you know, as time flies, what was once hard will turn into the easy one. It is natural.

Well, guess what people. I wrote this at first because I thought it would help to ease my uneasy deeds inside a bit. You know, sharing the bitterness. But as the words flow away, I guess I hit the realization button. Wow, what magic did writing do to me. I guess I should write more then~

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Personal Writing: I (Wish, I) Met You IRL

Hi! Been a long time, huh? I am not going to make any excuses why I didn't post anything these past several months cause I did reason out often. Lol. I just rummaging some folders on my phone and I found this writing from November last year. I am pretty sure I was about posting it right away after I finished it but apparently did not. So I am thinking about posting it right now. I think it's kinda cute. It supposed to be posted on November 6th last year. Kris's birthday. But posting it right now won't harm either I guess, so here it is.. ^^

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I went to LAX yesterday. It was for meeting someone I like. I had no idea who’s that person, I just waited for him. I stood in front of the main arrival gate. International arrival gate. He must be from abroad. But actually I had no idea how come I could be in LAX, while I’ve never been in LA before, like ever. But yeah, there I was, waiting for someone I don’t know in the place I’ve never been before. There were some girls who was waiting with me there. Those cute type girls who has been constantly appeared among crowds whenever some idols go to an airport. They were wearing such a cute dress, pony-tailed, or wavy hair with cute rainbow bandana. They looked so chic yet elegant. I wasn’t realized what I was wearing until I saw my reflection on the mirror. I was wearing piped jeans with simple t-shirt and opened shirt on the top of the t-shirt. Really casual, I guessed. But I don’t know why, I had an idea that this style was his favorite, that guy I’ve waited for. Oh how I feel like Joah on Jae Bum’s music video.

I stomped my feet on the ground lightly, with both hands inside my jeans pockets. There was no sign that he would appear anytime soon. And out all of sudden, something in the air came out of the gate. Like balloons and fans.

What the hell, I thought.

But it was not strange for the others. Those cute girls were surrounding me out of sudden and tried to reach some that flew by us. I did the same in the end and got some balloons. The balloons were really cute, it has furs on it and very fluffy. I felt like snuggling my face on it. Suddenly a girl came out and told us that today was free balloons day at LAX. They even gave out some chocolates. I tasted one, it was extremely sweet and nice. Confusing for me since I was never been a fan of chocolate. The giveaway event lasted for some good minutes before the crowds dismissed and just like before, it was just me and some girls who waited in front of the main gate.

I was still in the middle of chewing the chocolate when I heard people whispering from behind. I turned my head and two girls kept whispering to each other while one of them pointed out my direction. I thought it was me but their sights were not directing at me. I turned my head back and finally understood what those girls meant in the first place. In front of me, there was a guy, a tall guy wearing black jacket with grey t-shirt under the jacket. He was so tall that I thought I was standing in front of a wall. It was because he stood only some good centimeters in front of me. We were that close that some girls joined the first two girls I noticed, giggling and whispering something over him. I looked up and he looked down on me. He was wearing black spectacles and I noticed his blonde hair parting right in the middle.

What a weird hairstyle, I thought to myself.

I never really like that kind of hair style. I even used to hate them for some reasons. I was about to stepped aside since he was blocking my way by standing in front of me like that.

I was here to wait for someone, I thought, and obviously it was not this guy who’s standing right in front of me at this moment because I swore to myself I never met him before.

Right when I stepped to my right, he took a step to his left so that we were practically standing next to each other again just like before. I wanted to take a step aside again to my left but I heard he voiced out,

“Don’t even think to step aside again”.

His voice was cold and thick. Those type of voice that left big impression during speech contest. It somewhat made me stood still. I was too afraid to do anything and just stared blankly at his face. I saw his right thick eyebrow went up a bit.

Is he angry?, I thought to myself.

It was so wrong. Me, being afraid in front of a stranger for no particular reasons like this was ridiculous.

“I.. actually you, you’re kind of blocking my way that’s why…”

“I’m not. I never be”, he just cut my words by his short sentences.

“But.. you are.. I’m waiting for someone now, and he might be already come at this very moment but you blocking me this way would make him not seeing me”, I just blurted it out.

Then he giggled.

Wait what?

He was giggling at me. It was obvious. He even put one of his hand to cover his mouth.

This is stupid, I thought.

Suddenly I heard a ‘click’ sound inside my head. His voice was so familiar. Too familiar that I was so comfortable talking to him. I looked up at him again. He stopped laughing already.

“You really don’t know, do you?”, he said.

My head was doing quick search about his voice.

It must be somewhere I met him before… or heard him before… but where?

And next thing he did, shocking myself out.

He took his spectacles off while grabbing one of my hand.

“It was me who you’ve been waiting for all this time. Got it now?”, he said that lightly but I was just too shock to answer…

He was Kris.

That guy who I have waited for almost an hour was Kris

That guy who were standing in front of me and even playing stupid step move with me was Kris.

He was Kris Wu all this time.

I felt my body became light all of sudden and everything was so bright that it hurt my eyes. I didn’t remember anything then. Next thing I knew, I was sleeping next to my phone with happy birthday, kris written on the screen. And it was nowhere near LAX.

Oh, what a stupid dream, I laughed to myself. 

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Personal Writing: Confession of Jealousy

It has been three days since that thing happened. Since I found out that stuff.
So, there is the girl I know. She is on last year of University, majoring Science. She is that kind of average girl. Well, I do not mean 'average' in a negative way. I mean, average like not that kind of popular, glamorous, princess-alike, genius -- type. She is ordinary. Just like me. I never know the differences between us both. But now I do. Cause she did it while I did not.
I found out that she is dating a guy now. A humble and handsome guy. I did say that she is 'average' right? But the fact, she is dating a very handsome guy now. They have been together since a year and half ago. Long enough. It sounds common, right? But one thing, she is not just dating a guy. She is dating a foreigner. A very handsome foreigner.
For me, it is like, wow. You know, I mean, I always see that a foreigner always dates beautiful girl. Girl with degree of beauty at least on the level Drew Barrymore. But this girl... I do not intend to say that she is not pretty or such. She is just very common. Very very common like me. Dude, you should see my selca! She is as 'common' as me. It is just that my skin is a bit brighter than her. Just a lil bit, 4% maybe.
But she dates him, that humble and handsome foreigner guy which as handsome as Jamie Cullum. Practically, I can say that she dates Cullum's doppelganger...
And that Cullum's doppelganger is a very humble and kindest person ever. The best point is she can not speak English. Can you imagine how could they communicate? And ever more.... fell in love?
I do not know what is wrong with my petite heart. It just can not accept the fact easily. I feel.. lost? I am not saying that I am better than her. I am just not different than her but she dates Cullum's doppelganger while I am dating my Xperia. Pathetic truth.
I kept on thinking about she must has something precious on herself that I do not have. I thought about it since the moment I knew the fact. It must be something.
I finally see something in her.
She is as humble as his boyfriend. And they shared same liking on a thing that I never put my interest into. Lord is fair.
Maybe I am smarter than her. Maybe I am able to speak in English everytime I want to. Maybe I have a cuter smile than her or have skin that 4% brighter than her. But that Cullum's doppelganger does not need them all.
She does not need to be pretty outside.
What he wants is just her pretty heart.
She does not need to speak English.
They speak with their hearts through their eyes.
She does not need to have cuter smile than everybody's.
He adores only her smile that comes straight from her heart.
She does not need to be up-to-date to the world's latest fashion, music, technology.. to the world's latest everything.
He only cares that they shared same interest in a simple thing.
She does not need to be a fashionable, princess-alike, glamorous, and genius type of girl.
He loves her for who she is.
These points are more than enough to shut my filthy mouth up. I might sound arrogant in the beginning (I know you did, it is okay), but when things I hate --every single thing that I frigging hate--, happened in the name of love, I can not bring myself to deny them. Like ever. Why?
It is simply because I believe in love.
I believe that love is pure enough to make that Cullum's doppelganger fell in love with a super ordinary girl.
I believe that love made them being their own selves.
Made her live on her own way.
Made him love her on his own way.
Actually I was still in a state where I could not accept this fact yet at the beginning. But by the end of this long confession of jealousy, I think I already brought myself to adore their beautiful love life.
I felt so relieved.
Fin.

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