Library....

Idenya ketika blogwalking
ke blognya mina..temannya bakhriansyah..



Library...or perpustakaan merupakan hal yang selalu membuatku kangen Sydney or OZ
Librarynya lebih keren dibandingkan mallnya..

Gambar di atas adalah perpustakaan di Melbourne (Victoria state library)

Perbandingan selanjutnya..akan menambah miris kita..

hiks


1. Kedua bangunan di belakang kita adalah Fisher library..., library centralnya Usyd
Banguna yang kiri terlihat pendek...tapi jangan salah... ada 5 tingkat kalo gak salah... (dibangun underground)...lebih jelas kalo dilihat dari samping..
Selain perpustakaan central, Usyd memiliki perpustakaan pada tiap-tiap fakultasnya...

2. Bangunan di belakangku adalah state librarynya Adelaide..megah banget...
suasana summer..so banyak yang leyah-leyeh juga di taman yang nyaman....







3. Banguan tua yang ciamik ini adalah perpustakaan city council... di sydney
mungkin setara denga perpustakaan kecamatan kalo di indo (jangan iri)
oh ya..tempat ini juga multifungsi ama pemerintahnya...
ini tempat pesta kedatangan Beckham di Sydney
(jadi ingat peristiwa aku dibodohi oleh Posh palsu hiks..)







didalamnya...nyaman tenan....ada kafe....semua majalah dan koran..bahkan koran indo..
dan karena suburb dimana aku tinggal (newtown) masih terhitung dalam city council maka kartuku juga berlaku disini...
dan librariannya selalu akan menanyakan...

anything that I can do for you?...




I still miss that until now.....

Your own perception...

I dont' know where to start

but this problems always there in my mind...



One of my friend put a pesimistic perception on medical profession

Me, my self... put a pesimistic perception on legal profession (e.g police, lawyer)

other..one of my friend too, a musician , always blame government employee...



How it could be..., like my self...my dad was a policeman

how could I..?

But I admitted that

my dad was a policeman who always dont like his own corps

he like his job (real police) but dont like the habit in his department.

And he always say that to his family...., of course with me ...



that perception was build from my childhood...and like a brainwash..

I see the reality and admitted the truth of what he was saying





Do you remember a psychology test..



a group of people divided in to two groups



one group see an image which guide them to see a beautiful young lady

another group will be guided to see an image of an old-nasty witch



that picture, actually has two point of view....

I think you all know what kind of picture is it

you can see a beautiful lady

or an old witch

in the same picture



but the different is

what experienced do you have to get the picture from your own point of view

thats the one which can make the different

that the one which some times do not allow us to see another picture

or make us stubborn people

who always feel that

the truth is clear....

and always belong to us...





I think...what make people wise is when they can see from broader perceptions.

.not from his/her own

when they realized the diversity... and admitted that..



They become people who are not easy blaming others..

but in the same time has strength for their own beliveing


NB : still in confuse about "someone" case
blaming...fell sorry or what
I don't know...

Sorry....

Sorry

for everyone that I have been disturb

or

letting down lately..

never mean that...
never like that...


sorry....

What do we know about our heart?...(part 2)

Well...because the net is quite well...
I decided to finish the story now....
he..he...

So....the man do some activities to make his wife happy....

He accompanied her to do shopping... one that he never like to do before
They watching film together..dancing...singing...
He also have a new activity...reading her a story or poem...at night..before she is falling to sleep

He watch her doing some metamorphosis...

she become more lovely...day by day...
happyness..makes her cheek...reddish..., make she can sing a lot of song...

he also sent a letter to his "sephia"
do not see him anymore...!

The activities that he think only make her wife happy...
also makes him happy...

for the second time...
He fall in love again with her.....

So...when one lovely morning...
when his wife died..
surrounding lovely by his arms

He felt that he died too
he also buried his living...for upcoming years..with her
wishing that he will see her again...as soon as possible..
he lose his spirit to live

Some autumns have been coming since that time...
Still ...his heart is crying when he saw
a woman wearing a red coat....

So what can we know about our own heart...?

What do we know about our heart?...

Last saturday..my friend and I were very boring staying at home..
so..we decided to go somewhere...
Unfortunately..the condition in Jakarta was so crowded by demonstration...
How unlucky we are... then we decided to eat meatball and rent some films at CD rental

One of the film has titled "Paris, Je t'aimez" (is my word correct?)

this CD consists of some short stories, of course with the themes "love"
Any kind of love.... in daily life

I dont know...., some of stories are hard to understand...
at the end, I look at Dwi, my friend, and she also look at me..
grinning together..we feel so silly...most of our comments are...
is it finished?...what is all about?..so..?

There were only two film which I remember and I think I understand (quite well)
ha..ha...ha...

One of the film is talking about coupled relationship

A man set a nice situation in a restaurant...it was autumn
He try to remember, what he want to say to his wife....

He is already bored with her.. with her only song that she always sing in the morning
He also do not understand why she always wear a red coat (very ugly..he thought)
he already asked her to throw it away..and she also answer that she already did it
but she always wear it untill now
and he already order one meal for him...his wife favorite meal
only for him...because he know... his wife will never eat from her own meal
she will eat from his plate and never order a meal for herself

it is enough...he already tired of this...He doesn't love her anymore
that is it... he want a divorce

then he remember ....his secret lover
and all romantic days that they have spent together

Then he see his wife...coming and yea..wearing that stupid red coat..

his wife sit in front of him...does not eat like she used to be
his heart is trembling...
she already knew...she already knew his dark secret...
doesn't need to pretend anymore

Suddenly...she is crying
giving him a letter...
that is a confirmation from doctor..that she is dying
she got cancer..leukemia
She just got a short time to live

He doesn't know what to do
silence...he try to cheer her up

suddenly..
he decided to make her happy for the rest of her life...
at least he will pretend to make her happy....

(to be continued......he..he...he.)

Kebangkitan Nasional di FKUI

Beberapa hari yang lalu FKUI mengadakan pameran foto

Tema yang diangkat "Kebangkitan Nasional"

Jujur...aku tertarik pada design interior pameran ini...lebih dari fotonya..

Kualat ya...????

Soalnya fotonya kok nyampur gitu...walaupun temanya Kebangkitan Nasional..

tetapi hanya seperti melihat gambar dalam buku 30 tahun Indonesia Merdeka

di print ulang lagi...

Atau mungkin karena masih trauma dengan kenaikan BBM,

event Kebangkitan Nasional kok jadi kurang gregetnya...

Grounded ship, broken wing

Grounded Ship, Broken Wing

by Tamunosaki Alalibo

You come to me

Without a dream?

No vision of

What to do with me!

No clear idea

Of what you want from me.

I bring my plans

They do not fit

Unveil my dreams

They’re too much for you

My fantasies

You can’t endure.

This party then

Is a grounded ship

And a broken wing

Knees out of joint

The pain is such

I can’t endure.