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Gara-gara FB diblokir dari IT, jadi deh iseng-iseng buka FS. Kalau buka FS, biasanya sih malas kalau jalan-jalan dan lihat-lihat profile orang. Dari dulu, kalau buka FS ya pasti hanya ngeblog saja dan baca testi. Setelah itu, pasti tidak ngapa-ngapain lagi. Limabelas menit sudah cukup.

Tapi jujur kawan, saya kangen nulis blog. Saya tidak sadar, kalau saya sudah lama tidak melakukan aktivitas spiritual saya. Menuliskan yang ada di otak rapuh saya. Mengeluarkan semua ide-ide yang kadangkala tidak saya ucapkan. Saya tidak peduli, apakah postingan saya ada yang membaca atau tidak. Yang jelas bagi saya, keruwel-keruwel di otak saya menghilang. Saya jadi lega.

Jadi, ngeblog lagi yuuukkk….

Di detik saya menuliskan blog ini, saya sedang chatting dengan dua orang teman saya. Keduanya lelaki. Keduanya adalah lulusan ponpes syalafiah. Karena hari ini Jumat, lelaki Islam pasti berangkat ke masjid untuk sholat.

Nah, saya heran, kok kedua orang ini tidak Jumatan. Sekarang jam 12.15 PM. Orang-oragn pasti sedang mendengarkan kotbah Jumat.

Lah, kedua teman saya kok malah OL. Saya, yang masih mau santai karena habis meeting, iseng-iseng menyapa mereka. Tanya ke mereka apa tidak sholat Jumat.

Mereka sedang mendengarkan khotbah, katanya. Tapi sangat membosankan. Yang satunya bilang, khotbah tentang  Palestina. Yang satunya, bahkan tidak tahu topik khotbahnya. Tapi, kesimpulannya, khotbah mereka membosankan. salah satu mengatakan, kalau si kotib marah-marah pada jamaahnya.

At the end, mereka memutuskan untuk menyalankan saja GPRS teleponnya. Chatting dengan teman. Lebih tidak membosankan. Hidup dan lebih menyenangkan….

Kalau dulu, orang bosan mendngarkan kotbah kyai, hanya bisa menguap. kalau sekarang bisa main HP, atau bahkan chatting.

Kalau aku pikir, khotbah harusnya memang tidak menghakimi dan harus cari cara yang lebih menarik ya?  Atau palng tidak, jangan menghakimi jamaah. dan, jamaah sekarang ini lebih canggih kelihatannya…

Semalam saya tidak bisa tidur. Bukan karena insom saya kumat, tetapi karena adanya gangguan “berarti” sehingga tidak bisa membuat saya tidur nyenyak.

Apa pasal? Mulai jam 11 malam, kalau tidak salah 6 orang anak muda kampung mulai datang dan bergerombol di halaman depan ‘apartemen’ku. Awalnya, mereka berbicara dengan nada normal, dan membahas masalah Pilgub Jatim yang berlarut-larut dan Pilpres 2009 ini. Mereka juga menyalakan musik dari HP.

Jam 12 malam tambah mengganas. Mereka tertawa-tawa keras. Membahas topik-topik tidak bertopik. Suara mereka keras. Menggelegar. Mata saya sudah sangat pekat. Leher saya sudah mulai kaku dan panas. Saya mencoba tidur. Tapi, aaahhhh…karena suara nan keras itu, saya tidak bisa tidur. Saya coba tidur dengan berbagai posisi. Tapi, tidak bisa. Suara mereka terlalu keras. Tidak berhasil pula saya tidur. Dua jam lebih saya dalam posisi seperti ini.

Saya ingin keluar untuk bicara kepada mereka. Tapi, setelah saya timbang, saya memutuskan untuk tidak melakukannya. Mereka adalah para pengangguran. Dan, mohon maaf, mereka adalah para drop out sekolah. Banyak yang tidak lulus SMP. Bukan berarti orang tua tidak mengirim mereka ke sekolah. Mereka dikirim ke sekolah. Mulai membolos dan tidak bisa menyelesaikan sekolah. Satu diantara mereka pernah mencicipi penjara.

Terus terang, sebagai pendatang, saya tidak mau membuang energi berdebat dengan mereka. Belum lagi kalau mereka sedang mabuk. wah, sudah membuang energi membahayakan diri pula.

Tapi jujur, semalam, saya ingin melempar mercon ke mereka.

Karena semalam saya tidak tidur dengan nyenyak. Hari ini, bahkan sampai mengetikkan postingan ini, mata saya masih kelet, dan leher saya masih panas. Selain itu, bangun kesiangan menjadi pertanda buruk bagi jadwal olahragaku. Ini yang paling menyebalkan!

Hallo semuanya, Selamat Tahun Baru 2009! Sebuah ucapan yang telat, mungkin. Tapi, setidaknya aku mengucapkannya. Meski, aku tidak terbiasa mengucapkannya. Bagiku, tahun baru sama dengan hari-hari yang lainnya. Aku tidak pernah punya acara special…..

Tapi, ketika ternyata aku sendirian di kos, sambil baca buku, Prague: The Traveler Tales, aku merasa begitu kesepian. Di luar rumah sana, kudengar orang-orang membuyikan terompet. Menyalakan kembang api. Parade sepeda motor. Dalam kesepian, aku tertidur jam 9 malam! Duh, nenek-nenek banget sih….

Di tengah kesepian, aku memainkan kembali video waktu New Year’s Eve di Marina Bay… Kudengar, orang-orang India berteriak “Happy New Year 2007″ dengan noraknya, di tengah kobaran kembang api, di tengah hiruk pikuknya musik.

Aku juga tidak sempat pulang.

Memang, Tahun Baru tidak ada bedanya dengan hari lainnya. Tapi, yang jelas, itu adalah Hari Libur, dimana kita bisa menghabiskannya dengan orang-orang terdekat kita: Keluarga kita, teman kita, atau siapa sajalah…..

I still have no ideas what to write. I’m preparing office meeting in Malang this weekend. It means that for the last 2 weekend, I’m out of town. I Skip from my Nederlandse les, and do not do shopping (boodschappen doen). So, I have very little food in my refrigerator. Only a can of milk, a bar of chocolate (from Dewi), three eggs, three pears, one apple, and coffee powder. I run out of brown rice, and some ingredients.

I really love having weekend outside Surabaya, but then I’m very confused because I have nothing to cook on Monday, hikhik. I had no time to buy some raw materials on Monday. I do my shopping always on weekend.

Hmm..but I had really great time in Jakarta last week. Donny, Intan, Happy and I went to some different magnificent places. We went first to Cibubur Garden, then to Old Town (Fatahillah Museum), Ancol, Muara Angke, and Sunda Kepala. And, off course some culinary things. Hehehe.

I noticed some different conditions either in Fathahillah Museum or Sunda Kelapa. I went to those places last year with Arie. at that time, paving road in Fathahillah was still under construction. There were few people, including photographers. But last week, I saw many photographers with their awesome gadgets, some models, etc. Wow, really center of photography! Then in Sunda Kelapa. Last year, I did not notice small board (sampan), which can bring you go sailing behind big traditional ships. We could see sunset from small boats. Last year, we saw and took the picture of sunset only from the pier. Not beautiful enough. But, this year, I captured a more beautiful sunset.

Hi..it’s 3.30 PM. I’m sitting in my chairs, staring at the screen and writing this post.

I don’t know what to write, indeed. Just feels empty. I feel like the man who lost the map to his treasure. I feel a hole in my heart and my brain. I’m thinking about nothing. Even, about my evening plan to see some friends.

On my trip to Jakarta last weekend, an old lady sat next to me. She’s about 60 years old. We started to have conversation at 4 o’clock in the morning. I woke up and wanted pee. I woke up her too because she was blocking my way. She sat by the aisle. And I sat by the window.

I did not know when she had sat next to me. She got in in Cilacap. I had been in my deep sleep. We started talking after that. Her name was Yenni. She went to Jakarta to see her daughter, Veronica. She told me much things about her Veronica and her husband, Rajiv. Veronica married to Bangladesh man, who has been living in California for years. He is a business lawyer. Veronica had been business lawyer before she married Rajiv.

She had sent Veronica to Georgia to pursue her master degree and became lawyer. But, as she married Rajiv, she gave up her work. Yenni felt a little sad, but she knew it’s a consequence of being married. Then, Veronica had started her art gallery in Senopati.

“I think, it’s better for Veronica to works as lawyer than runs her own business. But, she marries.” She told me how she had risen Veronica without husband (her husband had been died). She believed in Veronica. That’s why, she sent Veronica to study in Malang after had graduated from Elementary School in Cepu. “I knew her potential” She had a son too. Veronica elder brother. I asked her why she did not send Nico to Malang or other places. Since, Nico was a boy and elder son.

“Nico was less potential than Veronica. Besides, he did not want to study out of town” For a Chinese woman like her, it’s very revolutionary way of thinking.

Then, she told me about her visit to her daughter.

“I lost my weight every time I see my daughter. I never eat rice. And always eat with table manner. I’m too old to learn that. I always forget the table manner. Once, I learn, then I forget. I do not use it every day in Cepu. In ndeso, I use my bare hands to eat” then she laughed. “When I eat with table manner, I do not enjoy my food. But, I waste my time to think, how is the table manner. It makes me crazy!”

Well, I think the same thing, Ma’am.

I don’t know, I like that words, taken from Haruki Murakami’s book, After Dark. It shows how doing exercise and drink a lot of water are very important.

Two days ago while I was heading to gym, I met Janner. He was jogging a long the Darmahusada. I was so surprised.

“Remek yo awakmu?”

“Yo’i”

I mean, working all day and doing no exercises can cause exhausted, get tired easily, sleepy, and any other uncomfortable feelings. We could easily sick. I’ve felt that a year ago. That’s why I decided to join gym and do regular exercises. I don’t care when some of my friend said, it’s just a life style. I don’t care. Doing exercise is long term investment. It’s better to spend money on gym than on hospital.

And, I can feel the difference right now. I feel  healthier and stronger. More optimistic, and many good feeling.

Yes, I do!

Two persons asked me that question yesterday. First Tommy then Nancy. I’ve just realized that for the last three days, I had wore the same color of clothes: GREEN. Friday, I wore green short. So did on Saturday, and also green T-shirt. Yesterday, I also wore green short and T-shirt. Hmm..and, I have green sport tumbler. And, I wore khaki shoes….

I hoped I did not wear green pants. But I did…

Yesterday, I wrote a post about Sex and The City - the movie - review. But, I could not find it in my blog!!!!! Where is it???????