#NegeriSaya How Are You, Indonesian Maritim?

I was wondering, how my country's maritim is now? No, I was thinking that I can't imagine at all this idiom, "Our ancestral was a sailor."

Nenek moyangku seorang pelaut

Gemar mengarung luas samudra

Menerjang ombak tiada takut

Menempuh badai sudah biasa...

FYI, I search that lyric on google..! Gosh, my grandfather always sang that song when I was a child, but now I forgot all. WHY?

Maybe because I can't even imagine what does it mean, "Our ancestral was a sailor."

I live in land--nor the rice field, and went to the beach twice in one year, when I got vacation. And because I was still child, I can't know how sailorman's life is. 

It's ironic when remembered that my--our--country is 1/4 land and 3/4 sea. But when Soeharto lead this country 15 years ago, it is said that he was focused just on agrarian potency, forgetting 75% Indonesia's maritim potency. Green Revolution, something which always come in school books. 

I didn't realize that I have forgotten this idiom, "Nenek moyangku seorang pelaut." but now I realized.

One display at ARTJOG 13 which took 'Maritim' theme

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Poisoned by...

"Kadang kita berpikir kita tak bisa di sana dan di sini, dan pikiran itu merayap merasuki diri kita hingga kita lupa kita bisa berubah."

#Cafe_Maniac, mungkin itulah penyakit yang sedang saya alami saat ini. Bukan, bukan masalah saya sedang menggandrungi kafe, tapi tentang ketergantungan saya terhadap (suasana) kafe.

Saya akui ritme hidup saya saat ini agak berantakan. Saya bagaikan robot. Pagi sampai sore di kampus, mengurus kuliah maupun tetek bengek lainnya. Malam mengajar, dan sampai pagi buta harus berkutat dengan huruf kotak-bulat [baca: huruf Korea] dan harus menerjemahkannya. Lelah, iya. Terkadang saya sampai lupa kapan saya harus mengumpul tugas, kapan saya harus mengerjakan tugas, dan lain-lain.

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