This the best note I've ever been tagged by my friend.

He tagged me on this post on my commencement day, APRIL 9TH 2011.

"Now when I think about my just-ended-college life, and after i look back to the last 4-and-a-half years of the so-called higher education, I only have a few things to say.

I may haven't show a considerably good performance when it comes to general expectation. But really, I feel like I did my best on this. And an average C+ is indeed my best, i admit that. There are no regrets whatsoever in myself about that.

If I say that I haven't learned anything useful in the last 4.5 years, or if I say that I am just not good in this field, or even If I say that i hated the subjects, i'd call myself a hypocrite. I'm indeed in denial. There are at least some part of my study that made it through my deepest consciousness and made me feel like I can do most of the stuff i learned.

But, it's just the refusal of being Institutionalized that drove me to think, act, or do things that are just 'abnormal' to the mass judgment. I am indeed scared as shit to imagine myself dependent of a title, standards, or a system-wide quality check that limit myself to do things I want. I am scared as shit to imagine that one day on the outside world, I am forced to join the society the way I didn't plan on doing.

The truth is, being in a higher education institution -especially in this country- does that to us. We're an instant institutionalized individuals. Some people made it to the extremes thinking that they're actually holding the key to the world, where in my perception it just could be the key to their own doom. And before we realize it, we're dependent on this institution. We suddenly feel like the world is a lot easier when we were back studying some subjects like Concrete design, pavement design, structural analysis, operation management and all of those curriculum mumbo-jumbo.

I am one of the few people to have different view on education in this country. Education is agreeably a part of making a better living, but it's always more about self-enrichment. It's hard for me to find myself surrender to systems, social assumptions, dogmas, and habits that are just questionable in basic. I can't follow public assumption which say that after all this, i need higher degree, i need to get a job to make paychecks (money -in fact- is NOT always about paychecks), or i need to do this, that, and all of that ooh's or bla-blas...

The way I see it. Now It's a chance to me to do whatever I want. I'd give back to the community in a way that are just best for me. This is an ideal, this is my belief. And for whatever reason I refuse to give up on that ideal. Giving up on an ideal is just another sign of being institutionalized."

Happy Graduation day folks! Your days of living just indeed started...

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Rihanna

(Left to right: Arif, Rini, Me, Zulfi)

Rihanna is a circle consists of 2 girls and 2 boys. Actually. "Rihanna" stands for Rini Novelia Suawa, Zulfi Rahardian, , Arif Afriyanto, and Sita Ariana Pangestu (me). We have been friends since we were in the second grade of junior high school. We spent our teenagers time in same junior high school and senior high school, except Zulfi. He were in Taruna Nusantara High School while three of us were in SMAN 1 Bekasi. We gathered again in the same institute: Institute Technology of Bandung. Rini took material engineering as her major. Zulfi took industrial engineering as his major. Arif took metallurgy engineering as his major. And I took civil engineering as my major.

We have had several times of togetherness. Most of our togetherness time spent with karaoke. Our favorite place to karaoke is NAV Ciwalk. The anthem for our karaoke time was 'Umbrella' by Rihanna. Most of songs we sang were oldies songs. My ever after favorite song is 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia.

(Karaoke at NAV CIWALK)

Beside karaoke we used to spent our time by having dinner together and sometimes had GJ time. We also love taking pictures. The one acted as photographer was Rini.

(In Arif's Room)

(October 2010 Commencement Day of Rini and Zulfi. Where was I?!?)

Now, all of us have already had our own path.
Rini: She is an English teacher (trainee) at Pinglin Junior High School now.
Zulfi:He works as key account executive at PT Nestle Indonesia
Arif: He works as TKWT at PT Antam Tbk
Me: I will work in PT Freeport Indonesia

Hwow,,, I do miss our togetherness.
I do really wish we will have chance to gather again.
Singing together.
Having dinner together.
Laughing together.
'Sleeping' together.

Hopefully, time will never erase the memories and the friendship among us. Just like the lyrics we used to sang together'

"Because when there's sun shine we'll shine together. Told you I'll be here forever. Said I'll always be your friend. Took an oath and stick it out till the end."

I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Malin Kundang

Once upon a time there lived a fisherman family in the coastal area in Sumatra. That family consisted of the father, the mother and a son named Malin Kundang. Because of the wistful economic, the father decided to earn the life overseas by sailing across the the sea.

Then lived Main Kundang and his mother in their shack. One week, two weeks, a month, two months even one year long had passed, Malin’s father didn’t come back. So that his mother had to take over the responsibility of Malin’s father in earning life. Malin was a smart boy but he was also a corner boy. He often chased after hens and stoke them with a broom. One day, when she was chasing hen, he stumbled by a stone and his right hand was injured. The scar on his right hand couldnt be disappeared.

Growing older, Malin Kundang felt pity of his mother’s that had worked so hard in earning life to raise him. He thought about earning life overseas and becoming rich. Malin was attracted by the offer of ship’s captain that had transformed from needy person to rich person.

Malon Kundang told his willingness to his mother. Formerly his mother disagreed about that, but Malin continued staying on with his idea. Finally Malin’s mother gave her permission even with heavy heart. After preparing stock and equipments, Malin went to the port accompanied by his other. “My son, when you had been success and become rich person, do not forget your mom and this hometown,” said Malin’s mother with tears.

Gradually the ship Malin took became more and more far away. During the voyage, Malin learned a lot about art of navigation from the experienced ship crews. In the middle of voyage suddenly the ship was attacked b he pirate. All the commodities was robbed by the pirate. Even almost all of the crews and the people on the ship were killed by the pirate. Malin Kundang was so lucky not being killed at that incident. He was hiding in a small room covered by wood.

Malin Kundang had been floated on the ship before that ship reached the coastal area. With his last energy Malin walked into the nearest village near the coastal area. Arriving at that village, Malin was helped by the villagers. He told about what had happened. The village where Malin drifted ashore was a prosperous village. With his toughness and persistence in working, gradually Malin had become rich person. He had many merchant ships and more than 100 crews. He also married a young lady to be his wife.

The news of Malin Kundang becoming rich and having been married was extended to Malin’s other. She was so grateful and happy because of her son success. Starting from that time, every day Malin Kundang’s mother came to the pier, waited for her son coming home.

After several years married, Malin and his wife sailed with a big an beautiful ship and also with many crews. Malin Kundang’s mother saw that beautiful ship entering the port. She saw the two persons standing above the deck. She believed that they were his son and his daughter in law.

Malin Kundang debarked. He was welcomed by his mother. After being close enough, his mother saw the scar on the man’s right hand. She totally convinced that that man was Malin Kundang. “Malin Kundang, my son, why have you gone without giving any news? She said while hugging Malin Kundang.

But what happened next? Immediately Malin Kundang disengaged the hugh and pushed her till she felt down. “What such a cad you are. How dare you admitted as my mom” Malin Kundang said to his mom. Malin Kundang pretended that he did not recognize his mom because his mom was so old and wore frayed clothes.

“Is she your mom?” asked Malin Kundang’s wife.

“No, she is only a beggar admitting as my mom just to ask some money,” answered Malin to his wife.

Hearing that statement and being bady treated Malin’s mother became so angry. She never though that her son would be that insubordinate son. Because her anger had reached the peak, Malin’s mother raised her hands and said,” If he were my son, I cursed him becoming stone.”

Not long after that curse, the wind blowed so hardly and a big storm happened cruised Malin’s ship. And gradually, Malin’s body became stiff and stiffer. Nad finally his body was transformed into a statue.