In fact, I never wrote anything about my year of being Fungsionaris LFM 2009/2010 here. I wrote some draft, which becomes unfinished, until now. I guess it’s hard to describe something that you don’t know what the name of the feeling is. This is just me, being speechless. As today, I write new piece that successfully drove my tears (again).
My year becoming Fungsionaris had a rocky start to begin with. I became resistant to anyone. So as a year passing by, many tears flew down and I remember yelling at people. But it all paid off in the end, as another tears shed, I remember hugging and holding hands with each other. I remember the How I Met Your Mother-esque video. I remember being happy.
About being Manajer Pendidikan, more than indescribable (is that even a word?). Mixed feelings, some mostly about being happy. Having people to care about is always such a wonderful feeling. Not to mention I had a marvelous teammates of Tim Pendidikan 09/10 ♥ (dearest Dinoy, Sabar, Farin, Keni, Nana, and Icha). I can hardly forget our daily laugh was, and our regular meeting. I remember giving them chocolates). I remember eating sushi and the laugh on the night talk after that. I remember hugging you back then at Kongres, the feeling still giving me chills by remembering it.
After that, I got songs for my graduation. A Sheila on 7, my favorite one. From dearest Cakru 2009 ♥. I warn you, the feeling becoming a Manajer Pendidikan as a fungsionaris is hardly compare to anything, it is too wonderful. I got more than 6 dozens of children, who I will remember as a product of dreams. And mostly, my dreams. I poured so much love to them that as seeing them right now is such a pride, that they’re grow up too great to be true.
About being a Fungsionaris, I used to see the miniature of the world. Being a fungsionaris is never about being a leader nor the manager, not about being able to be multi tasking. It is way above those things. It is about learning and giving, about growing up, about being a bigger person. I did learn my lesson back there. To stay true to yourself, to trust people, to laugh about bad days, to let loose.
Then, I happened to have another eleven people to enter my life. Eleven partner in crime, which turns out today being “people who I always missed”. You know, I’m not the type of person who likes to bluff about friendship. I don’t like calling people “my second family”, calling sweet names, having dress-code, or being overrated about the stereotypes of friendship. I think each and every friendship doesn’t need to be defined, because there will be no name for it. It just simply a group of people who comfortable with each other and risking their trust to share some feeling. And if you feel like not sharing, then it is fine. There is no exact rule about it, there is no “Bro Code” of it. It’s like the kind of thing I’ve been searching all my life.
sehabis Kongres, ketika mata merah, perut belum buncit, dan rambut masih gondrong
So, I’m glad to meet you all. The kind and caring Mangasi, the extremely cool and brainy Insan, the sweetheart hipster Sella, the awesome tough girl Ayu, the adoring high achiever Vina, the oddly surprising guy Ijul, the marvelously funny (and the one who-you-definitely-want-to-call-first-if-emergency-occurs) Alvin, the stylish mood-maker Angga, the wise and pluffy (soon-to-be-president) Lukman, the amazing hyperactive Bravo, and the brilliant muscle Praba. It was and always be an honor to have you all filling my days.
sehabis wisuda, ketika cantik-cantik dan ganteng-ganteng
This story is just another ordinary one when you compared to Puty’s or Kevin’s that I just read a while ago. But that was that, I could never have written all of my feelings because there was too much of it. It took me years to write such ‘short’ passages, because, like I said, it is hard to write something that doesn’t have a name. Now that I will finish this passage, I want to say thank you (to everyone and everything) for leaving warmth in my heart.
PS: For dearest Fungsionaris 2012/2013 ♥, enjoy the ride and feel that rhythms, you won’t understand the feelings until you get to the end. And I assure you, it is marvelous ;)
Special congratulation goes to Angga and Praba, who will be graduated this April. Gentlemen, you’ve done a great job.
Extra special love goes to Ayu ♥. This too shall pass, dear. I know you can do it. Do give us an awesome amazing closing ceremony :)
Scorsese and screenwriter John Logan share Selznick’s belief that movies are both the stuff dreams are made of and the product of supreme technological expertise. The camera is a machine that makes art. Clockworker, magician, filmmaker — each, at his best, is an inspired handyman, a tinker and tinkerer of genius. Like magicians, filmmakers create illusions; the very act of movie projection is a trick, fooling the eyes into believing that the still frames exposed in the shutter for 1/24th of a second are moving pictures. And any movie studio is the stage for splendid Rube Goldberg-machine complexity that ascends into fantasy. “If you ever wondered where your dreams come from,” a famous filmmaker says, “this is where they are made.” It’s as if directors were inside our sleeping brains, fiddling with the machinery like clockmaker-elves, tapping our unconscious to mine images that beguile, terrify and astound us.
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But Hugo is more than a love letter to film preservation, a charitable donation to movie lovers, critics included. It is a fable as sensitive and powerful as any Scorsese film since The Age of Innocence nearly two decades ago. Bursting with earned emotion, Hugo is a mechanism that comes to life at the turn of a key in the shape of a heart.
The Ministry of Information was formed by the British Government as the department responsible for publicity and propaganda during the Second World War. In late 1939 after the outbreak of the war, the MOI was appointed by the British Government to design a number of morale boosting posters that would be displayed across the British Isles during the testing times that lay ahead.
With a bold coloured background, the posters were required to be similar in style and feature the symbolic crown of King George VI along with a simple yet effective font. The first two posters, ‘Your Courage, Your Cheerfulness, Your Resolution will Bring Us Victory’ and ‘Freedom is in Peril’ were produced by His Majesty’s Stationery Office (HMSO).
These two were posted on public transport, in shop windows, upon notice boards and hoardings across Britian. The third and final poster of the set was again very straightforward and to the point - it simply read ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’. The plan in place for this poster was to issue it only upon the invasion of Britain by Germany. As this never happened, the poster was never officially seen by the public.
Neil loves magic tricks. He’s good at them, but his greatest trick may be himself: not just the way he was suddenly all over TV — and other media — but also that he made it seem like he’d always been there, a charming, Carsonesque presence. While he flourished as both an actor and a persona, he serenely announced he was gay. And that was that. He’s been nominated for an Emmy three times for his role as hetero hound Barney Stinson on How I Met Your Mother not because he’s playing straight but because he’s very funny. He made the issue of his sexuality disappear without desexualizing himself. He can get the girl and sing about the boys, and it all works. The public’s perception of gay men is shifting because of this guy, and they’ll be too entertained to notice. That’s more than a good trick. That’s magic.
- Joss Whedon, writing about Neil Patrick Harris for The 2010 Time 100
Indonesia, I won’t give up on you, so don’t give up on us too.
Big things always come from small ones. And small things always have impact, no matter how small it is. One hour in your life could mean a day for other people, so start thinking about the bigger part of your day. Try giving a hand to those who needed, it can be anything that you can do. It could be a little trouble for you but it can be a big help for other. Start living!
Camel Active shot their spring/summer 2012 campaign in the impressive surroundings of Indonesia.
Melted Crayon :)
