Say Good Bye!

Time to say good bye
But, wish I could stay
For another day
And say
'Time, please, don't pass by!'
Let me run to the bay
So that, I'll know I will be okay
And I stop worrying about the following day
I don't know why
Just can't stop telling you this way
Though I'm just physically away

Hard

I knew it was going to be hard
to set it apart
and even discard
The memory that's been your part
It is like throwing a dart
Right on to your heart
But, I have to do it right
Because another story is about to start
I told you, it's really hard!

Death

Wealth
And health
Can never get by a path
Called death

Camar tak takut halilintar

Aku terdampar
Harapanku sudah pudar
Dan Semangatku telah memar
Rencanaku pun hampir pasti terlempar
Tapi samar - samar
Aku sadar
Bahwa aku orang tercemar
Yang Ingin menggempar
Seperti macan yang ingin menggelegar
Dalam sangkar
Namun hanya bisa mencakar
Pagar
Ternyata aku harus belajar
Dari burung camar
Yang selalu bersabar
Untuk tumbuh menjadi besar
Dan tak pernah gentar
Akan halilintar

Honey

You give me money

Oh, honey

That's so lovely

Honey

You want it clearly

Oh, Honey

That my hair curly

Honey

You need me badly

Oh, honey

To make you happy

Honey

You call me sexy

Oh, Honey

Making me dizzy

Honey

You really want me

Honey

To wear lingerie

Honey

To make you horny

Honey

You say you're hungry

Oh, Honey

And call me lazy

Honey

You have the worry

Oh, honey

That I don't say sorry

Honey

Oh, you my honey

You are so lovely

Honey

I feel so sorry

That I'm not happy

To be your company

And be your story

Honey

Akhirnya aku jerawatan!

Hidupku mirip jerawat.

Bengkak, sakit, dan mungkin bernanah.

Jerawatnya muncul karena jarang bersiin muka.

Atau pula makan yang gak seimbang yang bikin hormon juga gak stabil.

Sewaktu masih gurem, tuh jerawat dibiarin aja.

Tapi sewaktu tumbuh besar dan kelihatan.

Tuh jerawat jadi pusat perhatian.

Banyak yang gemes buat mencet tuh jerawat.

Pada mau pencet sana, pencet sini.

Jerawatku udah mirip tempe penyet atau bahkan klemet.

Seperti udah gak berbentuk.

Tulangku sudah remuk.

Tapi jerawat tak tulang.

Jerawat tidak punya daya untuk melawan.

Melawan daya dorong yang memencet - mencet.

Andai jerawatku bertulang.

Sudah bersayap

Anak-anakmu menangis

Badan mereka amis
Kau tetap meringis

Anak - anakmu kurus
Dagu mereka lurus
Bajumu selalu terurus

Mereka memanggil
Sambil menggigil
Kau tersenyum tengil

Mereka batuk
Sambil terkantuk
Kau melempar kutuk

Mereka terkilir
Sampai pinggir
Kau nyengir

Mereka mengemis nasi
Kau menimang gengsi
Dan menjilat gusi

Mereka diam
Saat malam
Kau malah geram

Mereka teriak
Sampai mencekak
Kau balik menggertak

Mereka menagih sayang
Karena kepayang
Kau beri tendang

Mereka lelap
Wajah menggelap
Malam menatap
Nyawa lenyap
Ulat merayap
Senyap terserap
Ku tetap meratap
Sambil menatap
Mereka terbang dengan sayap

Langkah sang Pencerah

Ketika sang pencerah
Membiarkan air merebah
Bau tanah merekah
Memberi berkah
Pada yang menengadah
Begitulah
Tanah dan darah
Harus melangkah

Si Brutus yang mak nyusss

Katanya, Si Brutus
Gak jadi ngampus!
Dan ke Perpus
Katanya sih, buat ngecek kamus
Tentang penyakit lupus
Yang ada di tikus
Bisa bikin si Gayus
Yang lahir bulan Agustus
Dan gak tulus
Rambutnya jadi lurus
Kaya bolu kukus
Mak Nyus...

Sebuah Cerita Tentang Siang dan Malam (part 1)

Suatu kali, ketika Hari mulai berganti dan Malam pun hadir. Hari bertanya kepada Malam.

“Kamu selalu menemani manusia tidur. Sedangkan kamu sendiri tetap terjaga sepanjang waktu. Tidakkah patut kalau kamu marah, karena manusia tidur terlelap dan tidak pernah menghiraukanmu?' tanya Pagi dengan sedikit tersenyum simpul menggoda sang Malam.

'Mereka lebih menanti kedatanganku,' tambah Sang Pagi.

“Aku begitu bangga pada diriku sendiri bisa menjadi malam. Aku bisa melihat mereka tertidur pulas. Apabila mereka nyenyak tidur itu pertanda apabila aku berhasil melaksanakan tugasku,” sahut Sang Malam.

Lalu sambil melempar senyum kepada Hari, Malampun bergegas pergi untuk datang ke Bumi.

“Sampai Jumpa!” katanya dengan penuh semangat.

Pada suatu waktu. Terjadi sebuah kekacauan kerja antara Malam dan Hari lantaran hadirnya seorang pengacau, Badai namanya.

Badai memporak – porandakan arah angin dan meniup awan kencang – kencang. Akibatnya, para gerombolan air di langitpun ikut bertebaran. Suara gemuruh dan angin kencang begitu menggangu manusia hari itu.

Malam hanya bisa tertegun diam.

'Andai aku bisa membuat mereka tertidur dengan tenang, meskipun badai mengamuk seperti ini. Andai Pagi segera datang sehingga aku bisa pergi untuk menghindari hal ini.' ujar Malam dengan gelisah.

'Aku gagal memberi mereka ketenangan. Malah ketegangan yang aku hadirkan. Sekarang mereka tidak bisa beristirahat. Aku harap Pagi benar – benar datang secepatnya.'

Lalu malam menutup matanya.

bersambung...

Hidupmu itu apa?

Hidupmu itu bukan bapakmu, yang membesarkanmu

Hidupmu itu bukan ibumu, yang menyusuimu

Hidupmu itu bukan suamimu, yang menemanimu

Hidupmu itu bukan istrimu, yang menghangatkanmu

Hidupmu itu bukan anak laki - lakimu, yang membanggakanmu

Hidupmu itu bukan anak perempuanmu, yang membawakanmu senyum

Hidupmu itu bukan cucu perempuanmu, yang memberimu sum sum

Hidupmu itu bukan cucu laki - lakimu, yang menggulungmu

Lalu apa itu hidupmu?

Hidupku itu adalah bapakmu, yang tidak ku kenal

Hidupku itu adalah ibumu, yang namanya tak ku tahu

Hidupku itu adalah suamimu, yang sudah jadi debu

Hidupku itu adalah istrimu, yang kau tinggalkan

Hidupku itu adalah anak laki - lakimu, yang menangis lapar

Hidupku itu adalah anak perempuanmu, yang melacur

Hidupku itu adalah cucumu perempuan, yang mencuri

Hidupku itu adalah cucumu laki - laki, yang pergi kesebrang untuk berperang

Untuk apa hidupmu yang lalu?

Teachers and Thoroughbred race horse sires

Will a good learner (a student) make a good teacher?
To answer this question, I will tell you five stories of some notable race horse sires.

Northern Dancer is a name of a very influential thoroughbred race horse sire. And he was a very good race horse himself, winning some notable races. One of which is the prestigious Kentucky Derby. His descendants are passing along his greatness by dominating some important races even long after he's passed away.

Aside from Northern Dancer, a larger than life race horse is Secretariat. Many think him the greatest race horse of all time. Wining the triple crown, the highest achievement of thoroughbred racing in the US, is one of his legendary legacies. He sires around 600 foals, but only few managed to be good runners.

Another famous figure for his inspirational efforts during his racing era, Seabiscuit, made some memorable accomplishments on the race track, but none of his descendants is at his caliber.

The fourth of all is Mr. Prospector. He didn't show exceptional performances in his career as a race horse, but did in his siring one. He's definitely a good sire. Many of his offspring are good runners.

Lastly, Suffi Dancer didn't show so much talent both at the race track and breeding shed. He seemed to posses difficulties to produce good descendants.

Teachers at the same way can be explained through this concept.

Let's assume that the ability to run in race horses is equal to the ability to learn or study in human. Good race horses measured by the number of victories and earnings are comparable to good learners measured through many different tools, the favorite is of course grade. Meanwhile, the ability to produce good decedents or good runners are equivalent to the ability to teach, making some good learners successful.

Often times, we see the Northern Dancer type of teacher. S/he is a good learner himself and can make more learners (students) successful. Or else we find Secretariat type, a good teacher for limited number of learners.

At some points of time, we meet the Seabiscuit type of teacher. He's a good learner, but can hardly produce 'quality' students. Or maybe, we once encountered the Mr. Prospector type of teacher, S/he is (or was) not a successful learner, but makes a good teacher. Having him teach, students show a good progress and grades. And meeting Suffi Dancer type of teacher might be the experience for some.

The teacher-and-sire concept seems to work tremendously in child education. Young learners seem to be looking for the guidance. Guidance and teaching are like gene for them. It's the blueprint that will determine their future success as learners.

The question that arises is whether this is applicable in adult education?

If the race horse sire concept does apply in adult education, then there is no difference between adult and child education. The 'gene' of the sire factor (read: teacher) plays a major role. However, if it does not, then the factor does not make any significance.

Please note that this article is not to humiliate teaching profession by comparing it to an animal, horse.

Who is the enemy?

I always grow mad whenever people do something they consider good to harm harmony. I'm talking about the extremists, or if safe to say, the radicals who spread worries among people around the country. I was fed up with them once or twice. And another day I couldn't help shouting at them, or at least, at the paper reporting their radical actions. 'Who do you think you are? God?'

The reactive actions as the expression of anger are human. It is a way of releasing the natural emotion of human being. We are born with this inherit instinct. Any time we feel threatened, we would take a defensive or offensive actions as the manifestation of the feeling. However, having that revealed or expressed, we should want to switch back to normal state where the anger becomes history, forgiveness.

Many people from different religious backgrounds are insecure and keeping an anger inside.  Moslem extremists are afraid that the country would be Christianized and the other way around, Christians feel that they are socially and politically threatened.

We are alike. We defend ourselves, our existence. We are on the similar circumstance, but the problem is we are on the opposite side to each other. If I were at their shoes, I might have done the same. And similarly, if they were on our shoes, they would have responded so.

I wonder what makes us on the opposite side to each other. Are we meant to be? Or else are we making ourselves on the opposite? If we are responsible for this oppositeness, then we have troubled ourselves. We create our own hell to be lived in.

A friend of mine told me, 'It's just different!' responding on a difference between western and easter values.

This can also be practiced here. It is just different. Period! Don't try to make it the same!

We might need to re-examine who or what the threats really are. We've got to find it out. That's the real enemy threatening us and awakening our born instincts.  

This posting is personal. It does not represent any belief nor certain organisation.