Prologue:
".. I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Padjadjaran sky.." The sentence of the lyric Adhitya Sofyan this one fits very seem for so backsound in the short story that I'll write this time.. Well, not wrong if I do change some of the lyrics originally from "Adelaide sky" to be "Padjadjaran sky", right? Ssstt ah..
There are more interesting than the content of fairy tales in the classic Japanese novels that I could borrow a few days ago from a flea-books that are always hanging around in the west complex UKM Unpad Jatinangor,, probably.. in cavling 10. *True or not, yeah? hhe.. More precisely he was one of the secretary-Judo residents who also to be "Kuncen" there.. Alumnus from faculty of English literature Padjadjaran University which his daily is not yet specific I see recently. The interesting thing is his hobby that always hang out with the books in the midst of declining reading culture among the youth of Indonesia.. Also his ductile who diligent collecting to fiction books (well, for he says almost all the books he read was fiction, though that is an 'autobiography book)...
Big Brother Is Watching You..!!
The parent of the solar system morning was still not ready to show his nose cone.. From distance, Manglayang's fog seemed unmoved then fullfill go to spread silence in the campus.. I've just come down from a bus Damri and then walked down the frozen asphalt throught a few traders who always peddle wares in front of the gate my almamater. Step my feet so it can be heard because the atmosphere around me was not yet crowded.. Uh..! The air was so cold. Apparently, this sweater is not enough to protect me from Jatinangor breeze attack that still feels extreme. I kept walking towards a volleyball 'mesh near cekdam (small lake) there. One of the place of civitas academic Unpad community in addition to dormitory settlements that inhabited by some of Padjadjaran students who have a habit for organization.
I think a small lake scenery around Arboretum Unpad not too bad to just stop off for a moment.. From here we could see some kid who is cool to play "flying-fox" in opposite 'cekdam there. Also, some groups of students who always busy for discussing something every day in saung's around arboretum it.. Whatever, I never know what always they were talking at there. But at least, their presence is enough to fill the day.
In the midst of cold weather morning, seem a man with the posture "fat" trying to warm themselves with a thick blanket that he wrap to his body. Bald head would be the match as complement to his prowess as an athlete Judo. Breezy wind last night still haunt him who this time it is cool to read comics while sat sweet in a chair terrace, front of his secretariat.. Well.. That person who ever lend me some Japanese fiction novel titled Kappa, Snow Country and Pak Tua Yang Membaca Cerita Cinta. My chat friend well-mannered..
I do not know the details of his daily life, well... he is also a hobby sometimes wandering to and fro for travelling. Maybe a lot of stories from his life more impressive than just sitting in a chair while reading a book in the middle of the winterly cekdam's environment.. There are quotes I've ever read in a first post on his blog about his self. The description was disturbing my mind untill I was mused and tried to understand his review. Here is a post that is deliberately I have copy-paste from his blog :
"..The name of this day_out created not to compete with popular music concerts from the continent of Australia (big day out). Maybe it could be closer to my pun name (dayat). But definitely, I give named this blog with the name day_out (day passed) as a milestone I will what I have experienced.. The foothold will be to my existence ever in this life .. Maybe sometimes can look like a contemplative or just chat briefly that more likely to be heard when boring time and nothing again material can been an interesting discussion .. However, I will try to remain consistent and persistent in these records will I write... "
"Day that passed.... and, Beginning Of An End.."
How many times do I repeat a simple sentence that,, I attempt to conclude the meaning contained in it.. This brother has become my main concern lately. Behind kegarangannya turns out he saving a initiative mind, meek and aim to philosophy. Every life has a value that is too precious to was made wasted. Yesterday, today or tomorrow just will culminate in an ending that will continue active in the next life. Similar to an unlimited number of digits. Yesterday was alphabet (letters), today is the Z (zero) or zero (0) and tomorrow is the numbers that adlibitum.. Only a wise man is clever to keep the day of yesterday in the form of a diary. Do you understand? Because yesterday is a collection of alphabet, so they always save it in writing.
Great men always have a diary. They studied the experience of his life and eventually forming a new lesson. As once expressed a Spanish writer, Miguel De Cervantes 1547-1616, "A proverb is a short sentence based on long experience". The past is the footing. The reason why we are "be" on this day.
Probably, at first glance this discussion did seem inconsequential. But there is value in it if we really carefully for read it..
* This note is special for my brother, Hidayat Shah... (All day I wrote it,, sorry if there is one word so wrong)..hhe
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