kutemukan jalanku


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Aku menulis ini karena teringat permintaan salah seorang temanku, hehe. Sudah lama sekali, karena aku sebenarnya juga bingung untuk tema “semangat belajar” apa yang harus ku tulis.. Mmm, setelah kupikir pikir, sepertinya sekelumit (halaah-.-) pengalaman ku bisa ku bagi. Disini aku bukan ingin mengeluh, membuka aib atau yg lainnya, aku hanya ingin berbagi ;)

Tumbuh sebagai seorang santri, murid, siswa atau apalah namanya patut kita syukuri. Sejak SD-SMP alhamdulillah prestasi akademikku lumayan dan membanggakan orang tua, saat itu aku belum tahu, belum mengerti tentang hakikat kehidupan sebenarnya.
Aku akan bahas mulai SMP saja, aku bersekolah di salah satu SMP swasta di kawasan Tajurhalang, Sekolah itu sangat baik untuk perkembangan akhlakku sampai saat ini (hehehe..) Disana Cuma ada 2 kelas, kelas untuk Full day dan Boarding. Aku termasuk salah satu santri full day , sejak kelas 7-9 alhamdulillah peringkatku bagus dan tidak ada saingan .
            Disinilah aku mulai menemukan siapa diriku, Aku mulai sadar ada seseorang disana yang seharusnya sejak awal aku perhatikan sebagai seorang RIVAL ! gimana sih rasanya punya saingan yang gak bisa kau kalahkan ? Nilai ku yang diatas dia pun Cuma 1 , just English . sisanya , aku harus akui kalau dia benar benar pintar ! guru guru pun selalu membanggakan dia dan membanding bandingkan aku dengannya, bahkan orang tua ku sendiri, sedih banget deh . kegiatan apapun pasti dia yang diutus sebagai perwakilan, entah lomba atau yang lainnya. Dan sejak saat itu ambisiku Cuma satu, mengalahkan dia! Niatku mulai bergeser, bukan ilmu yang harusnya kucari tapi aku justru mencari cara untuk menggeser posisinya sebagai juara umum pertama, diatasku.
Aku Cuma ingin guru guru berhenti memujinya, orang tua ku berhenti membicarakan dia di depanku . Muak sekali sungguh, setiap ada hasil ulangan pasti aku selalu melihat nilainya, keika nilaiku ada diatasnya aku puas sekali, tetapi tetap saja dia yang terbaik. Dan setelah aku sadar aku tak bisa mengalahkan dia, aku mulai mencari cara lain untuk membuat sekolahku bangga, tetapi sama saja, nihil ! setiap perlombaan antar sekolah yang ku wakili, aku tak pernah bisa membawa satu piala pun. Padahal aku sangat ingin membawa pulang satu saja piala untuk sekolahku, sebelum aku lulus dari sekolah itu.
 Sampai pada akhirnya , klimaks pertama dalam salah satu perjalanan hidupku . saat itu guru ipaku sekaligus wali kelasku memberikan sebuah tantangan . katanya, siapa saja yang bisa memperoleh hasil Ulangan Semester 1  diatas tujuh koma lima akan dikasih coklat silver queen. Tentu saja aku sangat ingin memenangkan tantangan itu, aku belajar sungguh sungguh untuk membuktikan bahwa aku bisa. Dan saat pengumuman ternyata Cuma satu yang nilainya diatas tujuh lima , tujuh delapan . yaitu, DIA !          
Aargh, rasanya aku ingin sekali melemparnya dengan sepatu. Tahukah ? aku kecewa sekali saat itu, sampai pada ulangan berikutnya aku tidak masuk lantaran malamnya aku hanya menangis di tempat tidur dan tidak menyentuh buku pelajaran sama sekali. Aku berpura pura demam dan sakit, padahal mataku bengkak keesokan paginya, aku merasa kenapa Allah gak adil ( Astaghfirullahal adzim), kenapa dia terus yang memenangkan segala yang aku inginkan..? kenapa ?
Aku coba sabar, dan menerima segala keputusan Nya untukku, aku jalani hari hari seperti biasa, namun kali ini tanpa ambisi untuk mengalahkannya, entah kenapa. Aku Cuma berpikir bahwa aku pasti akan mendapat giliran untuk memenangkan impianku.
Tibalah, saat kelas 9 , kebingungan mencari sekolah untuk SMA . akhirnya aku tertarik dengan sekolah itu, sekolah yang kupikir akan menjadi sekolahku yang terbaik, dimana aku bisa bebas dari persaingan seperti ini, setidaknya disana akan lebih banyak rival . hehe
Dan ternyata, seperti sudah kalian duga (atau belum?) dia pun mendaftarkan diri di sekolah yang sama! Saat itu aku berpikir, Allah Maha Adil, pasti sekolah itu takdirku bukan takdirnya, dia sudah merebut semua dariku, tetapi tidak untuk sekolah itu ! Aku pasti berhasil mengalahkan dia untuk sekolah itu. Setidaknya, seperti itulah yang terlukis di hatiku. Setelah proses cukup panjang, melalui tes tes , berkas berkas yang membingungkan. Pengumuman hasil pun datang juga, aku sudah menunggu ini berbulan bulan lamanya, menunggu namaku akan keluar dan tercatat sebagai santri disana, aku sungguh sudah memimpikan hari ini sebagai hari keberuntunganku.
Pukul satu siang, mengendarai sepeda motor ummiku aku menuju warnet terdekat, pengumumannya diberikan secara online, aku sungguh tidak sabar .setelah kucari cari di website sekolah itu, aku mulai membuka satu persatu mulai dari di daerah Serpong dan Gorontalo yang kutulis sebagai cadangan . huft, ternyata tidak ada namaku disana , yah sudahlah, mungkin bukan rezekiku , setidaknya nama si rivalku itu juga tidak ada disana .
Aku salah ! ternyata aku salah, di deretan nama nama itu, terselip sebuah nama yang tidak asing bagiku , namanya ! nama musuh bebuyutanku, nama orang yang paling kubenci (tp udah nggak lagi kok) . dan dia merebut impianku, lagi .
Hampir saja airmataku menetes di warnet (maluu..) aku segera turn off computer dan keluar , aku mengendarai motor sambil menangis, sepanjang perjalanan bayangannya berkelebat di otakku, kenapa dia ya Allah, kenapa dia, kenapa bukan aku? Kenapa lagi lagi dia ?  (bayangkan . betapa bodohnya aku saat itu, memalukan! )
Ketika sampai di depan rumah, ummi sudah menantiku, ketika aku bilang , “aku nggak lolos Mi” aku masih bisa untuk kuat, tetapi ketika aku bilang “ Dia yang lolos mi..” airmataku sudah tak terbendung lagi. Aku menangis berlari ke kamarku. Menangis sesenggukan sampai berjam jam , sampai malam, (sampai lupa mandi, haha) . huh, aku sungguh tidak bisa menerima kenyataan ini. Dan aku pun tenggelam dalam pikiranku .
Saat perpisahan, seperti yang sudah kubayangkan, hatiku masih sakit. Aku Cuma tersenyum ketika teman teman menanyakan hasilnya, ketika guru guru menyebut nama rivalku itu diatas panggung, dan mulai membanggakannya lagi sebagai santri terbaik tahun ini . Aku hanya tersenyum, tersenyum penuh luka, ini beban berat dan tahun penuh ujian. (halaah… mellow amat) , toh, pada akhirnya takkan ada yang mampu merubah keadaan dan takdir Nya untuk kita. Aku yakin suatu saat, aku masih bisa bersinar tanpa melawan takdir nya lagi.

Cuma berbagi saja, sekarang aku sadar . sekolahku adalah tempat terbaik, selain pelajaran untuk bekal di dunia, aku pun mendapat bekal untuk kehidupanku. Tahukah? Sekarang aku sadar, jika aku sekolah di tempat itu aku mungkin tidak akan mengenal teman temanku sekarang, tidak akan kenal dengan astronomi, dan tidak akan kenal dengan rohis dan isinya, dan akupun tidak akan menjadi manusia yang tegar seperti sekarang (cieelahh) .
Dan meski di SMA , aku tidak mendapat peringkat sebagus di SMP ku dulu, aku belajar untuk tidak kecewa, Allah sungguh baik, dia hanya ingin meninggikan derajatku dengan memberiku ujian, memang awalnya berat dan aku merasa tertinggal, tapi pasti ada hikmah dibalik semua ini. Aku tahu siapa diriku, dan aku paham apa yang aku inginkan.
Besi pun harus ditempa dengan api yang panas dan dipukul pukul sebelum bisa berubah menjadi pedang tajam yang mampu merobek musuh.. Aku sudah lebih banyak belajar sekarang. Dan kalian ingat, bahkan sebelum genap satu tahun aku menjadi siswa di sekolahku yang sekarang, aku sudah berhasil membawa pulang dua penghargaan, begitu indah berada di JalanNya.
Mulai sekarang, jadilah pribadi yang tidak mudah mengeluh dan berputus asa, kejarlah impian kalian dengan seluruh usaha yang keras, dan bersungguh sungguhlah. Temukan JAlan kalian sekarang juga. Jangan buang buang waktu dan kesempatan, hjangan biarkan dunia menipu kalian. Sesungguhnya yang disisi Nya lah yang abadi dan kekal.
Aku sudah temukan jalanku, bagaimana dengan kalian ?



Wednesday, July 13, 2011, 11:31:22

Complicated


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Remember story unmentionable
February 2009, I don’t know it will be so intemperate
This real sparkling feeling impressing me
Two side of my self exceeding my soul,
And I feel it again, dream it again
Meet by meet, stare at each other
This glimpses glisten over us
Now, I know it was wrong, it’s fake
It’s unearthly and it’s unappeased
            I never meet your acquaintance
From a crescent in the west
And I realizing love happen offhand
Remember when my teacher said
“He’s so incredible, the whole world surely agrees...”
Then I feel perfectly fine
            So, it works just like that
I see it all now that you’re intoxicating
I sank in my own poetry and word
That I’ve been writing million about it
            Time fastly running on my world
And getting slows on June
When I think it’s the last day to see you
Watch you through the window
Recording a moment on my mind
Before a pure things fall on my cheeks
Wondering, what never happened?
            I let you go without anything I have
But I thought I’ll give you the best gift ever
Days by days, on a summer flowers
Tweeting bird, sentimental holiday
            I screaming your name but nobody know it
God gives me strength and more smile,
So I can scoot over the bridge along day
            Nine grade on July
Chapter where I faking my smiles
‘Til my friend says “that is he!”
For a moment, I just like on my dream last night
Before I ignoring that thing
            Tomorrow, I’m on disguise again
Then I feel the time is slowly stops
God gives me the best gift that I never guess before,
YOU!
            We glimpsing again on a whole time
I see it all now exactly wrong
But I’m floating around stars,
And wishing you know that meeting you again is a meaningful moment
It’s unappeased
            Hoping you know and realize, how much I admiring you!
The dark days on our story rarely appeared
But I forget it when I keep my heart
            And I’ll look back on regret
For hoping you around,
For hoping that’s poetry
For hoping everything’s better
For hoping I have strength to leave this feeling soon...
            And God put me to the next place
Surely far and making you lost
But I appreciate all things happen along two years there
            December, 25, 2010
It’s just twisted games, and sparkling dream,
And flawless twinkling...
            It’s unexplainable but it’s unappeased
You opens up this day and glimpse on different side of street…
And God save me until this day I type the poetry, until you read this whenever

July 06, 2011










The Moon has a bright and shiny face


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The Moon has a bright and shiny face
It guides us all our lives
The wise old owl
With its wise old eyes watches Mr. Moon go sailing by

-By Eileen Finnegan, age 84, Ireland. Eileen Finnegan is the mother of Deirdre Kelleghan, AWB National Coordinator for Ireland.

ThE Hunt


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The Hunter fast pursuing prey, his thrush,
The lady Luna; changing face of light.
Her face is bright; she tries to hide the blush,
But only yearns to see the Hunter’s might.
Above the world she stared at stars aghast;
In constellation shining bright she found,
Majestic, strong, the light his belt does cast;
She gasped, her heart to his to now be bound.
And nothing is the same; all now is changed,
When first she saw his eyes their hands did twine.
To touch the lights was real, their glance exchanged,
The earth below; above their souls entwine.
As Luna darkens Hunter follows fast,
 The milky road of lights, their journey vast.

Lyrics, Haunted by Taylor Swift


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You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and it's all so quiet and I can't trust anything now
And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake

Oh, holding my breath
Won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
You're all I wanted
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't turn back now
I'm haunted

Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you
He will try to take away my pain and he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

Oh, holding my breath
Won't see you again
Something keeps me holding onto nothing

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
You're all I wanted
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't turn back now
I'm haunted
I know, I know
I just know
You're not gone
You can't be gone
No
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
Won't finish what you started
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
I can't go back
I'm haunted
You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd see it break
Never thought I'd see it

#swiftpic ... lalala cute on Twitpic


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#swiftpic ... lalala cute on Twitpic

Tay's Life


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Hi, I'm Taylor. I've been alive for 21 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "cute" or "cozy" categories. I learned to play guitar when I was twelve from this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents' computer. I like quilts. But that's probably because I'm always freezing cold. I LOVE Nashville. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it's a Toyota) and scream "I LOVE THIS TOWN" loudly out the windows. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm a Sagittarius. I think that means I'm always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same.  I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.
These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth writing songs about -- more than anything else I've ever experienced in my life.
I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my fans from the very first day, but they've said things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my friends -- more now than ever before. I'll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.
For the last two years, I've been writing and recording an album called Speak Now. I only have the option of writing about things that happen in my life, so thankfully a LOT has happened in my life in the last two years. I know I don't always say the right thing at the right time or speak up when I should, but I write it all down. I get my guitar and a pen and all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I'm beyond excited for you to hear these stories and confessions.
I think it's important that you know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. Must be a Sagittarius thing.
I'm pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way-- listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.
--Taylor