Puty's Journal

I’ve been trying to write all these things, in my mind. Unfortunately they are queuing in non-alphabetical order (and worse) behind my fixed items of to-do-list: to procrastinate, to procrastinate, to procrastinate, to procrastinate, to procrastinate, and so on. Did I tell you it is holiday?

After returning to the city, my family and I went for vacation. We took pictures and smiled a lot :) :) :) Then I got back to Bandung; to do my routine in LFM. The bad news was: I missed an opportunity of volunteering in Global Citizen Corps Indonesia. Did I regret that? Kinda yes, for people around me all are seemed to do GREAT things like internships, exchange programs, backpacking, etc. I kinda, envy them.

Well, I changed my mind:

HEY, THIS IS HOLIDAY!!

I’ve almost always been busy on Julies, BUT this time, I feel like really taking breaks. I buy novels, and DVDs. I spend a lot of times with LFM, have frozen yogurt everytime I want, and tell my boyfriend that I miss him. F__k the rest. Really. Just f__k the rest.

Next semester is coming, and I would stop pretending like I have all time in the world.

People know how much I like him, and how loyal I’ve been to Spain.

They congratulated me.

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This is my 8th year of blogging. If you ask me what have changed; a lot. If you ask me what have not changed; I still post about Iker Casillas Fernandez.

When I was a child, I and most kids, drew mountains a lot. Mountains were, maybe, the simplest object we could imagine. And then I (and several else children) grew up and got into these geology things.

I never thought a mountain could be so complicated inside.

Every mountain has its own tale; its own history. It might be born under the sea or the continental sky. It might be hard outside but weak inside. It might be very hot once then it calmed down. Mountains never writes autobiographies, so we have to ask. We have to ask to them in very special way because each mountain is special. It is special because, just like rain, a mountain is not literally alive but it gives lives; to the people who struggle, the trees and the wild.

It takes special people to ask, and we are learning to be that special.
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When I was a child, I and most kids, fight each other a lot. Friendship was not that simple; like little things mattered. And then we grew up and we knew each other and we continued growing up.

I never thought friendship could be just simple and very simplifying.

After 30 days in Karangsambung I also learned more about friendship. We hiked and got tired. We were up and down. I got bored and I thought, “maybe I’m not special enough to ask to the mountains.” But when I looked at my friends, there they were: very special. Then, when we talked and we laughed, I knew, that we are THAT special.

And we deserve to ask to the mountains.

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Thank you all a lot for those days in Karangsambung; Pak Bambang Priadi and all lecturers and staff and the whole team (we were 87 although I wished we were 89) and also very special thanks for Brenda Ariesty, Hermala Yuniaji, Shabiati Hafizah, and Jesika Chandra for even just being there.

I’m back to the city for a while :)

While people are doing great things for holiday (like going to Turkey or holding a youths-meet-up to change the world), I am, spending a half of my holiday in a country where rock beds are not so shy to tell their tales. Here, in Karangsambung, they tell their stories and I’m learning how to read them: rocks and outcrops, hills and rivers; judging and labeling them. They don’t mind though. They have many secrets kept inside; buried and hidden. Beautiful.

Each day, I get closer to nature, at heart. When I sit by the river, walking along the little paths of rice fields, or hiking the hills, I feel like living honesty. A honest and fair life. Unlike a big city, the mountain treats everyone the same. They don’t care whether you have limo; even if you have money to buy the whole area, you still have to hike. The river flows with constant velocity; it will not give any damn about how small, or how big you think you are. The snakes and caterpillars will be snakes and caterpillars: they won’t pretend to be your best friends.

Life is very fair here. Unlike a big city, where people treat others differently. They treat people with private jet plane differently. Girls with beautiful faces or liars with smart lies. The president and the other (they-think-they-are) important people may go on the street with high speed causing the other stuck up in a jam.

The big city just treats people differently.

And the ’snakes’ and ‘caterpillar’ may pretend to be your best friends (and ‘kill’ you later).
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So what life do we call ‘unfair’? The life with millions beautiful lamps polluting the sky causing the stars to hide.
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