At Soetta: Those Memories

Life is not always about many pieces of memories we have made throughout our journey, but the memories are exist. They can simply come and go, depending on how important it is in the trip.

I m here, sitting at the corner of this crowded and hectic airport, waiting for my next flight, such a boring and tiring stuff if I can't control this. I was just sitting before the idea of writing emerges. This airport showed me some pieces of events that have built me, myself. It was not only once I am here, but a lot.

The first time I came here was February 2009. I can't forget this one since that was my first nervous flight, ever. My friend and I came to the airport really early in the morning because we were afraid of being left, :D that's silly. We sat in the airport for hours and nobody was there. Right after that, I came to this airport many times for different destinations and purposes. Sort of names, friends, are also involved. Everything happens for the first time, looks hard, like you are going to jump into trouble in each minute but after that, it's relief that we get.

I don't like waiting, surely I don't. In fact, in some conditions, I have to. I was not patient, and I am still not by the way. It's amazing when I can wait for something patiently. But, in this place, I can see the oblivion. The seat where I sat, the mosque where I killed time, the people that I met. See, how in certain situation, we simply can't deny, waiting is the only choice.

Walking from one terminal to others is common. I prefer walking instead of taking the shuttle bus, just to convince myself it's not a long journey. I am going to pass every trip safely and ehm patiently. Barely comes to my mind an awareness, that I ma getting older. I have walked through all the terminals here, most of the gates, and every waiting corners and rooms I can take.

Let say life is a trip, a short journey of experiencing various things that we have chosen. Not everyone meets other people like I do, nor I don't meet other people as many as everyone :D, it's more complicated to say at last. Like today, I met several nice and beautiful women from Solo, a student, a teacher, and a doctor. They are great.

Ah ya, it's nice to find Ramadhan is not only a label around here. Although it still easy to find people (I don't know what religion they have) eat in many corners, they tend to do that in a private place, not everywhere. Then, I found there are still many people did duha, did tartil in the mosque, and looked hungry (they are fasting likely). Being a good person is always difficult um? But look, those women are still consistent of being a good girl even though this world already opens for strange choices.

Another SMA

At the first time I taught formally (I mean after getting my degree) was in SMA or Senior High School in front of my parent's house. Then I joined the test and got my destiny to move to a new strange place, ever, for the entire of my life. I traveled a lot before but it wouldn't be similar with staying in a new island for a long uncertain time.

Then, here I am. Having myself in this place was not that easy at the first but now I have tried to be calm (trying so hard) of making myself feel convenient, survive.

As I told you, I got the magic paper last week, means I gotta move to another school (another SMA) this time. This school is so much bigger than the previous one since it is located in the center of this lovely town, Manggar. The school has 22 classrooms, labs, library, mosque, canteen, school yard, etc, completed I guess. Some people say it's a favorite school in this area. All I know, this is the oldest school around here. so, it might be possible.

A lot of teachers, a lot of students.. (Hmm, my work time surely will be longer than before). Should I say hooray? Who knows uh? What will happen then? always do my best, wherever I m.

A Magic Paper

Have you ever got such a magic paper which turned your life entirely? I have, and I can't say for sure whether I am happy or not because of this stuff. 

It was Last Wednesday when when I got a phone call from a number. Of course I did not know exactly whose number was it. Then, she introduced herself quickly then told me what's going on that day. "Did you get the paper?' She asked me. I walked into the office on the break time then found what she meant on my table. It was a usual paper actually, within a common envelope. Then I found how magic it was. It has changed the story of my life, part of it.

It was written there, I have to move to another school in this town. The school is located far from my previous work place. See, I have no idea to be happy, to be sad, all I know is I am confused about what to do, how, and where to start. It's like my life was screwed up in a moment. 

Today is my third day coming and sitting in silence in a corner of this new home. Home? No way, not yet. I have been an observer of many things happen around me. Looking at one thing to another one, then analyze and conclude what exactly I am doing here.  

Nobody can be so sure about what happen to her in a minute later. Does it prove the proverb, "Man purposes God disposes". Sometimes, we just can't simply deny anything happen to us. We just take it then go through it. 

Never Regret of Learning A New Skill

Who denies of becoming a person with many various skills? Nobody, even somebody like me who has limited one.

Well, obtaining a new skill isn't an easy matter. Although I often blame my getting older age, but I am sure it isn't always about it, maybe it's my mind that is turning and spinning around which makes me hard to learn..ugh come on focus.

At once, I have ever imagined becoming a lady who plays some musical instruments, does some other brilliant and complicated thing like being a tailor or sailor as well :D. Then, I changed it into if it's not me who can do everything, why don't I find somebody who is able to? I am talking about finding a husband who knows everything and I know it's totally silly and odd :D

Look, I have learned to drive many times but I always can't make it well. I have no idea why, is it because I still don't have a car, or what's going on my mind? I am not a that bad learner in some cases. But, driving is difficult, thousand more difficult than learning English I bet. The skill of focusing in many tools at the same time, your two feet work together, hands, eyes, and don't forget your brain. Then, I saw many people can learn it easily even though they don't study well in school (See...they are smart).

It's like I want to say, hey, why didn't I learn all the life skills before? When it was easier to achieve?