bapak didik gunawan

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salah satu yang menghubungkan saya dengan beliau adalah bu didik. bu didik ini dosen pembimbing akademik waktu S1 & profesi dulu, plus dosen pembimbing pkpa apotek.

saya kurang akrab dengan beliau berdua. cuma ketemu ibu waktu perlu tanda tangan pas krsan. apalagi sama bapak. frekuensi ketemu bapak di luar kegiatan kuliah bisa diitung pake jari. malah mungkin cuma sekali saya bicara sama bapak. waktu saya lagi nunggu ibu tapi ibu lama nggak keliatan, trus saya ke ruangan bapak & mendapati beliau baru asyik mainan laptopnya & sepertinya ada hal lucu yang buat bapak seneng waktu itu. seenggaknya, wajah bapak keliatan seneng. saya tanya, "pak, bu didik dimana ya?" beliau jawab, "bu didik baru ke solo.." tetep pake wajah senengnya itu.

lainnya cuma di fb, itu pun jarang banget nget nget. yang saya suka dari bapak, bapak selalu ngucapin selamat ultah, walopun mungkin untuk orang yang nggak bapak kenal, seperti saya ini..



& cuma ada satu obrolan kecil..



saya juga pernah satu kali telpon ibu, yang ngangkat bapak, katanya ibu baru mandi..

),:
terakhir kali liat bapak, bapak baru check up di GMC, masih pake wajah seneng itu.
nyesel, nggak pernah ngobrol panjang sama bapak.

gimana rasanya waktu pagi-pagi liat fb:



waktu discroll dibawahnya, setelah dua status lain, ada ini?



perhitungan saya pagi itu, selisih 2 jam.. ),:

selamat jalan, bapak.. ^^ semoga bahagia di sisi-Nya. amiiin..

a mincing matters

it's irritating when people talk in a code to share a secret in front of me. and that's more irritating if they talk about something that actually it's not a secret at all, they just want to feel superior and cool because they know about something more than me. then when i wondered and asked, they would answer in a mincing matters and played with my curiosity so i would did something like begging before they gave an answer. kayak memancing-mancing tapi dengan gaya sok jual mahal gitu dehhh. oh, that's very irritating. and that's never gonna happen to me anymore! if you want to tell me, just tell. if you not, just go away.

hey, what's wrong by sharing happiness, hopes, or something?

if it was a secret, then why were you talking in front of me? i will never be around you in 24 hours.

you can be nothing, someday..

hahhhh, rehat sejenak dari tugas seabrek yang bikin mata ini kayak mata panda, yang bikin otak berasa terbang di langit-langit kamar, yang bikin jantung deg-degan nggak karuan.. semua karena kurang tidur. karena manajemen waktu saya yang usaha perbaikannya hanya sebatas niat. hufff..

life is fair, as always..
when i ever talked about everything happened because a reason, it's still about that. but it's getting worse. it's torturing my heart. deeply. and it's haunting me.

i only can make these as a lesson for always being good. every time in my following days.. yeeeeyyy!! \^o^/

i only can tell that no body's perfect, don't act you're more perfect and doing something like intimidating because of your fake superiority. remember, you can be nothing, someday..

and i wish for a good day today. and i got it ^^ i was trapped in a complicated situation, and it was a hard decision. then i prayed, and He said yes! alhamdulillah..

from the day i born

whoaaaa..
it's such a super busy week. i'm lack of sleep. mid semester. it's still a long way to go.
*baru ngerjain satu paper*masih banyak paper lain yang menunggu*

well, i guess there's something wrong with my brain, literally. i used to forget something easily, just in a second. and i have to make notes which i'm not really into something like that. i used to have a secretary before. sigh..

this recent days, after merapi, the sultan~isme is being talked about. i do really love jogja, though i don't know who sultan is, but i love the way jogja lives and lightens up my life, from the day i born until today. i love the way jogja is special. and i sometimes get jealous if a tourist falls in love with jogja. i love the way i am a jogja~nesse, though i'm a half solo. i hate new comer who arrogantly drives a non-AB license plate~d vehicle. i used to miss quiet condong catur junction when i was an elementary school student, there were only 1-5 cars in the traffic jam. now? sigh. for me, they brought that life style. sorry, if i'm wrong, it's really only a non-scientific opinion. really.

my professor said as a quote of the day, "ngono ya ngono, ning aja ngono.." ^^

yeah, i'm still imperfect. but i'm trying to be, never end. one little mistake is forgivable i guess. if not, really, i can be tired >__< hate the way i always feel i'm not good enough to be. not only the way i am, but everthing of mine. seems like i only get the bad one.

and, oh, i've just got frustrated. i asked my sister to hear something. she can hear it, but i can't although in a highest volume so she complained me about the sounds:

You're Not 18 Anymore!

Although you can still hear quite a bit, you can't hear everything! Your ears now have even more limits! The highest frequency you can hear is: 15khz

Check your hearing, download the Silent Ringtones for free

sigh.

a little note about jogja in my thought:



JOGJA:
place where i first felt the fresh air of earth 19 years a go...
where my parents heard my cry for the very first time.
a beautiful place where i learnt how to say words, stand up, walk and run...
a place where i feel love from all the people around me, and some hatred i never know the reason.
a place where i almost spend my whole life with..

until several seconds a go, i did really want to spend my whole life in JOGJA.
but then i wonder: what kind of a life i will create?
everytime breathe the same air, drink the same water, meet the same people (i don't mean that i hate meeting those people, really, they are great!)
and the worst thing: struggle the same trouble, looking for the same place and the same people to cry on, and the same thing i got.
what? my life isn't too worthless kalo cuma dapet hal yang itu2 aja...

i really want to go to the place where i learnt how to ride bicycle, place where i first learnt how hard this life...how big this world, and how small i am.

rasa2nya emang sombong...kayak aku selalu bisa nyelesaiin masalah yang aku hadapi di sini, di JOGJA. kayak JOGJA sempit aja (emang! gerah!), kayak udah kenal semua orang di JOGJA...
Udah kayak sultan gitu deh, apa2 bisa...

tapi aku beneran bukan sombong, lhah wong aku bukan kayak yang udah disebutin diatas, aku belum&nggak akan bisa kenal semua orang di JOGJA, JOGJA toh masih terlalu luas untuk bisa kenal semua orang yang jumlahnya banyak2, aku nggak bisa ngapa2in di JOGJA kalo sendiri, aku nggak mungkin jadi sultan (jadi istrinya mungkin masih bisa, jadi pembantunya apalagi!).

aku cuma nggak pingin stuck di JOGJA.

rasa2nya makin sombong...kayak aku mampu banget keluar dari JOGJA, kayak nggak sadar kalo nihh anak manjanya selangit2 atap JOGJA.
tapi kalo nggak dicoba gimana bisa tau?

one thing: i just don't want to stuck in JOGJA anymore...
&kalo hari itu bener2 datang (amiin), i believe JOGJA&me are still a soulmate.
&seandainya aku emang nggak bisa kalo nggak di JOGJA, JOGJA will always there for me.
&kalo hari itu nggak akan pernah datang, i will mary JOGJA.

atau aku memang nggak jodoh dengan tempat itu, tapi jodoh sama tempat lain,
that's my life God planned for.

one more thing: i need to prepare my self to face that day!
salah satunya ujian mid yang udah terang2an ada didepan mata, tapi aku malah asik maen komputer *muka bloon*
dasar gebleg!

one other thing: berusaha dan berdoa terus...
praktikum dengan senang, bikin laporan dengan riang, kuliah dengan gembira, belajar dengan tekun
&maen dengan riang gembira.

one more other thing: never wrong to have a dream as high as the sky as long as we never afraid to open our wings if we are fall.
*muka senyum lebar penuh harapan*

and the most imporant thing: i have my own way God planned for me. all that i need is do my best and pray so bad...

well, it's all abot my dream.
-ver-

picture was taken from:
www.tasteofjogja.com