Namanya Heny. Ia masih 21 tahun. Wajahnya keras. Namun rapuh bila bicara tentang Papua. Apalagi waktu menyebut ”TNI”, matanya pasti
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Rabu, 09 Februari 2011
Mengintip Sensor Dalam Keremangan
Namanya Heny. Ia masih 21 tahun. Wajahnya keras. Namun rapuh bila bicara tentang Papua. Apalagi waktu menyebut ”TNI”, matanya pasti
Sarasah
Orion
Sedang apa kau di bawah sana?
Aku perhatikan sejak tadi
Ah, risau nian kau rupanya…
Kenapa kau tatap aku terus?
Apa gerangan maumu?
Katakan saja…
Selasa, 07 Desember 2010
Diamod Alley
06.29 WIB
Aaahh... Senang rasanya bisa menjajah jalanan. Menyeberang ke jalur kanan, ke tengah, ke kiri, terus ke tengah lagi. Tanpa bakal ditegur klakson kendaraan yang seakan menghardik, Hoi, MINGGIR!. Kadang-kadang si Pengendara ga lupa menyemprot si Pejalan Kaki yang hampir ditabraknya.
Do you need Courage?
The Story of Nim’s Island
My Dad always told me the stories about her. How she was these great oceanographer. The stories about the baby they had. And how my mum has just staunch named her, Nim. She invented that name. At least, that’s all my Dad told of the stories. That’s all my mother rests me now, just these stories. But they’re really some amazing stories. Like the one he calls, the oceanographer and the great blue whale.
My Dad always told me the stories about her. How she was these great oceanographer. The stories about the baby they had. And how my mum has just staunch named her, Nim. She invented that name. At least, that’s all my Dad told of the stories. That’s all my mother rests me now, just these stories. But they’re really some amazing stories. Like the one he calls, the oceanographer and the great blue whale.
Selasa, 09 Februari 2010
Catatan Kuliah Keliling Dunia Bermodalkan Buku
Catatan Kuliah Man Jadda Wajada
Minggu, 24 Januari 2010
Maaf, Aku Pergi
Kali kedua di hari ini, Selasa (9/12), lima butir soal ujian Kimia Anorganik I memukul-mukul martilnya di otakku yang lunak. Aku membatin, ini benar-benar kelanjutan dari hari sebelumnya. Hari di mana pengerjaan ujian Kimia Analitik-ku hancur berantakan, alias mencapai entropi (derajat kehancuran)
Meng”hemat” Energi
Waktu itu tepat pukul 12 siang, matahari tampil mengganas tanpa tirai awan. Ubun-ubun di bawah tulang tengkorakku terasa berdenyut-denyut. Kepulan asap yang menyembul dari mulut knalpot kendaraan membuat nafasku sesak. Sesekali angin turut menghamburkan butiran debu ke wajahku.
Angkot Hijau
