Tuesday, November 17, 2020

satu koma tuju

Institusi inkubasi mimpi 

(katanya)

Mimpi yang seperti apa?

Mimpi bangun dan tidur dan cuti sebulan sekali?


Aku lulus pendidikan di tinggi satu koma tuju

Entah mimpi siapa mataku tertuju

Tapi itu yang semua orang setuju

Sekolah, kerja, lalu bercucu


Apabila aku boleh mengangkat tangan,

bagaimana aku harus berangan?

Tiga puluh aku sudah berpapan,

dengan seseorang di dalam genggaman?


Tinggiku satu koma tuju

Harusnya semangatku menggejuju

Entah kenapa jiwaku masih ingin berselaju

Yang pasti, gairahku tak mau melaju

Saturday, December 31, 2016

2016

Throwing back and reminiscing old memories were so unlikely to me since it brought up the emotions which I’d like to bury deep. That, and the notion of new year seems ridiculous to me. Human all over the world celebrating another time our planet successfully rotated around the sun, nothing special really, just a new calendar in your desk. However, the collection of events in 2016 was too significant not to be reminisced and let it pass by. Plus, I’ve got a new journal which I am way too excited to write on.

2016 was the year I decided what I wanted to do in my life. Being the indecisive person that I was (and still am), the decision was hard to make. I am always interested in every subject, even the one I can’t get my head on. Nevertheless, I came to a decision that I could be present in every project that I felt comfortable on. Also, that the meaning of life, now, is to help many people as many as I could. I am also slowly accepting that I am allowed to keep questioning what the purposes of my existence in the world as long as I want to because what else I should do in life other than answering the question.

Speaking of life, I am proudly saying that I have lived my life to the fullest this year. An arrogant talk it was, but the fact that 2016 left so many memories in my head, proved that I completely outdone myself. For once, I feel like I am able to congratulate myself, something I haven’t done in many years. This could be seen by the lessening numbers of time I beat myself for the wrongs I did. Accusing oneself is a depressing thing to do, but this year I can reduce the urge to do so. Accepting the fact that I am only human, that being unable to do something is okay, that having flaw is okay, and I don’t have any responsibilities to prove those who judge me wrong. I am a breathing human with red blood not ichor, I am allowed to make mistakes.

A major disappointment came when I graduated high school. The place where I tried so hard to make it felt like home had finally felt like one just when I was about to leave it. I remember being so angry to myself for being attached to something expiring and to the universe for the silly joke they played on me. Hence, my choice to always remember high school: all the struggles, achievements, loss, happiness, and friends which I made along the way.









Another disappointment of the year was when feelings involved. I’ve been trying to deny this for months and in the last month of 2016 I realised I was in deep shit (I don’t like to curse online but there’s no adjective known to me that can describe the situation I am in). I don’t want to mourn and reveal the details here. However, the trouble I am in teaches me one thing: don’t love anyone before you love yourself deeply. A dedication, love, and admiration for other can shut one’s brain off and put itself on a dangerous level of self-loathing. When that happens the only thing that can save yourself is your love to your brain and soul.

Enough with the disappointments, I don’t want to turn this post into a woeful one. The highlight of 2016 was college. The transition, adaptation, and all that new jazz. The scared feeling which I had when I started my first day was still clear and the fact the person who made it a little better at that time is now shutting me off was and still is confusing. From that experience and other I conclude that college life moves fast. One person can share his greatest fear to me one day and shut me off the next day, the other one acts as my new best friend this week turn into an acquaintance the week after.


I would not say that 2016 was my greatest year so far. It was not great, it was full of disappointments. Nevertheless, when good thing happened in 2016, it made sure it was the best and I could not be more grateful for that. 2016 was a compact year, teaching me if I am not trying my hardest, doing everything to the fullest, my life is just going to pass by, like the years I had before.





Thursday, November 10, 2016

my scream when calc can't even get you out of it

I thought I could end you easily
between the happy smiles and the laughs which hurt the stomach
the caring friends with the hugs which shared along
slowly uplifting my spirit, my confidence, my belief that I don’t need you

but it’s all gone when you sit next to me
gone, a thousand times g o n e
the smiles that blind the eyes
or the way my name rolls from your tongue

that’s how I fail myself
the strong façade, the merciless personality, the independent vibe
gone within the second you call my name
within the second you laugh at my sarcastic remarks
filling the ears with such exciting melody
with enormous emotions
which drop the stomach in millisecond
sink the heart into the ocean of messy confusion

s
   i
        n
               k
                        oh the
                            feelingim holding
                                                in

by the time I’m done with the high fly music
to help the eyes pretending the goofy traits
the blanket wraps my body
holding every piece of it which will drop
by the time the lights off
the darkness sip
and my mind screams
o darling, I miss you

I miss us

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Moronic Situation of Society

The moronic situation of humanity
full of hunger upon diamonds
won't take a second glance at pearls

Kindness becomes such raw emotion
people will poke,
stir,
shout,
and applaud

Home is bending
stretching
on the edge of breaking

but we keep hammering it down
putting glass over glass
wood over wood
digging into the center
act like they don't know about the trap bomb

Men in suit
put men in lesser suit
on march
six to six
playing their own instrument

all in the name of surviving
they deserve recognition
dearly

as for the other, heart is nonsense
and diamond is the highest weapon for survival

This humanity need to learn sorting priorities

Monday, August 24, 2015

Second Thoughts

Foreign policy runs through his blood
never thought I would crave it so much
As professional ad lovable a person can be
wondering are your flaws really a flaws?

Because a scar is a scar, but sometimes a wonderful tattoo
law is a protector as much as it is an enemy
ad you're loving company, as long as I can be

Jokes are shared like it's something that can fade
It's not the racing heartbeat from the memory I'm being fed
It's not the ignorance that make me bled

In fact, I'm not bleeing
I'm not begging
I'm sleeping

I don't know when, where, and who will wake me from the sleep that you've put me



(haha aku kangen kamu)

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Sweat-dropping First MUN

Taking a quick break from math, I decided to check some photos from two weeks ago. The rush of nostalgic feeling came as I was comparing these weekends and those past weekends. That day in the exact same hour, I was wearing dresses, my friends were wearing some fancy stuff, eating pasta while saying goodbye to each other and how excited we were to see each other soon. Now, I'm sitting on bed, wearing pyjamas and almost crying because I can't solve any equation right.

You would've probably guessed which one I'd love to do again.

That Friday, I woke up still at the same hour as usual, but instead of wearing an awful PE uniforms, I wore a blazer with a dress underneath. I grabbed my handbag and luggage (yes, a luggage), wore my flats, I was ready to go. 

Arrived an hour earlier at a restaurant called Hayam Wuruk in Margonda, Depok, I decided to stay at car first, rather than go inside and being stared as the ambitious kid whom I wasn't and I'm still not.(I'm giving up on math, is that what and ambitious kid will do? No.)

But I guess, I could call myself an ambitious kid in the conference.

What conference? Here's the story.

After finally entering the restaurant with a school friend, I sat on a table with her. She was greeted by a friend from her last competition. I tried to engage on a several conversation until her friend's friend came and I ended up talking to her. She was loud and talkative, I swear I've never met someone louder.

So, by now, you might have been asking, what did I actually do?

Several days ago, I went to a competition, named High School Model United Nations(H!MUN). It's a Model UN competition, obviously. A Model UN is a simulation of United Nations itself, where students, where in my case were high school students, gather and talk about international problems. then make a resolution out of it. Since it is only a simulation, the resolution, draft resolution, which we make in the conference isn't really used. Yes, I know, it's kind of useless. But in my defence, this experience actually changed the way I saw things.

After talking to the loud girl, I knew for fact that she was on my council, the UN Women, and participating as the delegate of Saudi Arabia. When she knew I was Algeria for UN Women also, she immediately asked me to ally with her, which I absolutely agreed to. 

After a seminar from several youth organization and a MUN 101 for those who were confused, first timer delegates (that's how MUN call their participants) like me, we finally proceeded to Universitas Indonesia and assembled in Fakultas Teknik lobby before we were being divided to several room according to our council.

Inside, I sat behind some people whom I believed had already known each other, since it was not their first time. Saudi was one of them, she gave me a smile and encouraged me to join their conversation. Since I didn't understand what they were talking about, I leaned back on my sit.

Suddenly, a boy who sat in front of me turned around and offered me his hand. 'Hey, what's your name?'

'Alya. Yours?', I answered and shook his hand.

He answered my question and asked which country I was representing. I also asked the same question and he said that he was Netherlands.

'Well, it's probably hard for us to be allies.', he smiled sheepishly. I chuckled sarcastically, thinking how pathetic it was that people there made friends to make alliance. Ignoring that, I asked him another question anyway, 'What school do you go to?'

'Cita Buana, you?'

'Labschool.' I answered he then raised his eyebrow, 'Kebayoran.' I answered his unspoken questions.

'Ooh, basketball?' he then smirked. Yep, my school and its basketball.

'Noo, I don't play. Have our school play together?' I asked.

'I think so.'

'Are you in the basketball team?' I asked wondering.

'No. It's not really my thing.' He shook his head, laughing.

'Oh? What's your thing then? All of these?' I asked him jokingly and made a reference to MUN.

'Noo', he laughed, 'My things are like golf, umm--'

'You play golf?' I was shocked. He laughed and asked me whether I played too.

'Sometimes.' I said and we started talking about golf.

First day was bizarre. I was Algeria, so alphabetically I had to deliver my opening speech first. Remind you, I didn't like to be the centre of attention, so it was a bit nerve-wrecking. The feeling I got after my first speech was relief and addiction. Still, I don't like being the center of attention, but the power I've got to actually influence people in that room was a good feeling. I suddenly didn't feel self-conscious anymore.

'Therefore, Algeria believes that the fight for gender equality has not yet come to an end.' I ended my speech and went back to my sit. A committee appeared next to me and gave me two notes. Since we are not allowed to talk to each other during a moderated caucus, delegates usually pass notes. I opened it, it was written from Netherlands. I turned it around.

Good point. I'm surprised Algeria said that.

Next note was from Maldives.

Your condition is the similar to ours. Looking forward working with you.

Not long after that, someone motioned for an unmoderated caucus. That was our cue to start negotiating freely without a specific amount of time. Netherlands and Maldives stood up from their sits and started to ask everyone to gather. At first, we were all in the same page. We all wanted gender equality. Even countries like Somalia which I didn't know where it was and Gambia which I thought didn't like the idea at all.

We unconsciously divided into groups when we talked about which problems came first. Some countries believed it was the society and government was the core of the problem. Some countries believed, well, Netherlands and I believed that we had to fix some traditional values first.

The 30 minutes moderated caucus ended and we were back to the moderated one. Some speeches were given, mainly to convince other which issue was the main one. Finally, the first session ended and we moved outside to prepare ourselves for dinner.

Before dinner, there was 15 minutes break. I ended up talking with Netherlands, Saudi, and a girl presenting Philippines whom I've got to meet earlier before the session started. Philippines and I finally got to know each other a little bit more. China and Latvia joined us shortly. We chatted up and joked around, before I've got to leave them because  I was being called by a school friend.

'Al, we have to take photos with the other.' He said.

So, we took photos and talked about the first day. Most of my friend didn't quite enjoy, since they were confused and they thought it was too intense. I laughed it off and agreed with them that it was pretty intense, while honestly I enjoyed it very much.

school mates and I in front of Fakultas Teknik
after the first session


We then separated and went to our own council bus. I still got my school friends with me since we were in the same council. When we entered the bus, I was being called by Saudi to sit with her, Netherlands, and Philippines. I sat next to her and my friend sat in opposite sit from me. She talked to some people including Philippines and Netherlands. Then, we proceeded to dinner.

Dinner was fun. It was pretty relaxing. We talked about hobbies, movies, anything aside from the conference topic. There was a little bit topic about it, but it was only about which bloc you would join. Some countries were still considering which bloc, a few of us, like Philippines, Netherlands, Saudi, China, and I were already in bloc. Maldives made her own bloc. Things just get a little bit more interesting.

Day 2 was more structured, since everyone started to understand what was really going on. I actually started to understand the night after day 1 when I talked to Philippines and Netherlands a little bit. That night, my grandma and aunt were worried because I stayed late to talk to them. I stayed with my grandma, aunt and uncle since their house was way closer than mine. So close, it was only a 15 minutes drive.

We started to talk with our own bloc more. Disagreements were on point when we talked about how we solved the problems first. The bloc which I was in proposed an idea where we had to deal with the traditional barriers by education and law and government as the last step. But the opposite bloc, included Maldives, USA, Gambia, etc proposed an idea where countries had to deal with the government first. The other bloc, included Latvia, India, Poland, etc proposed a technical idea from every perspective.

Day 2 ended with a campus tour, well not really. It was raining, so it was pretty hard to walk around. I didn't really mind, at the first day of conference, we had it at Fakultas Teknik, and the second day we had it at Fakultas Hukum. Also, before the campus tour there was a 30 minutes break, Saudi, Netherlands, Philippines, and I spent it by walking around the campus. Since it was raining, we only took several photos and went home.

girls in UN Women

After sessions of the second day ended, we all went home. At night, Netherlands asked my email to invite me working on our draft resolutions on google docs (free ad for google.). Philippines and Saudi were working on it too as I saw them online. I ended up working until 11 pm and already heard my grandma told me to go to sleep.

Day 3 was intense. In the morning, Netherlands said that he had called Maldives last night and asked for her to negotiate with him and merge. I was shocked since I knew for sure that wasn't his attention. 'She backstabbed me yesterday, stole my idea, I had to!' was his answers.

I admitted, I was kinda mad with Maldives in the second day, I called her names which wasn't very nice. But what Netherlands did was priceless and beyond the level of mean, also brilliant. So I had to laugh on what he did.

After hours of negotiating, compromising, and finally merging my bloc with Latvia's. We came to the end of our discussion. Merging our bloc with Latvia's was actually a plan from the start to make both our bloc stronger. We practically also had the same ideas, so why not, right? It was actually more than that. It was a planned to get revenge to Maldives because both our bloc, had been backstabbed by Maldives.

Finally, it was time to vote for the draft resolutions. We had two draft resolutions to be voted upon, draft resolution 1.2 from our and Latvia's, the results of our merging, and draft resolution 1.1 from Maldives and allies. After being voted, our draft resolution got the major votes but didn't feel the quorum. Therefore, the UN Women conference which we had for 3 days, didn't have any resolutions.


The conference had ended, everyone could laugh freely. We had some superlative awards, like the best couple, etc. We also signed our placard. Then, straight we went to the hall for closing ceremony and the gala dinner. We had fun, took some photos, chatted up, and hugged each other (surprisingly).
all the sponsors of DR 1.2

my signed placard
It was my first Model UN competition and safe to say that I want to do it all over again. True, major drama, greater for my council since it was more intense than the security council, but it was fun. After all, this remarkable, sweat-dropping, brain-crunching experience has taught me pretty well about many things.
UN Women


Sunday, March 1, 2015

A story about an archer and a lion

Let's build a shelter
And let the roof become our armour from the falling diamonds
Let the wall become the fortress and protecting us from bees and birds

I'm going to tell you a story about harm
Just try to extend your arm
Close enough to the fireplace to keep you warm
Because, honey, a story about harm is not always a good luck charm

You're now asking to go outside to get warmer
And what you will hear from me is an objection
No, darling, no, it's not that I'm lack of affection
But have you heard the story about the archer?

So, I'm going to ask you to stay and once again to extend your arm
Close enough to the fireplace to keep you warm
And listen to my story about how the archer has lost his arm
While training, he thought there wasn't any harm

Now you're freezing and I'm lack of sleeping
"can we please go?" but I'm not leaving
"but the sun shines, birds sing, and have you seen that butterfly flies?"
Yes, but you are neither sun, nor birds, nor butterfly
Have you seen yourself lacking?
In agony you'll see yourself falling

For the last time, I'm going to tell you a story about harm
Afterwards, it's all up to you to put your arm
Darling, I'm sorry there's no good luck charm
"I'm sick of stories and I see is charm, not harm"

You're walking to the door when I'm trying to tell you the story of a lion in a farm
But you’ve already been gone, drawn into the charm
No darling no, that was how the archer fell in the farm

Honey, the lion's fur was oddly charming and peaceful without any harm
Yes, the archer aimed perfectly, but it wasn't his arrow that he aimed;
It was himself, drawn by the fur's charm
And that was how the training archer, lost his arm in a farm