Little Note

If I could know who was recently visit my blog, would I possibly found your name? If I could know who was recently visit my blog, could it be my message has been delivered to you? If I could know who was recently visit my blog, would it means I've already spoken my mind to the world? Do you hear me? No. I don't need any blog sites, nor any social media accounts to reach you. You, the most powerful, the most merciful, the most of all. All I need is just You. My Lord. Allah.

To think all of these make me had a fuss. Berisik. That's what I said to my self. I asked it to make a silence. I've been enough of it. So much pointless things. Hey. How's your life going? Alright, huh? Of course. You've got what you want. Easily. Effortless. Or at least, that's what I see down bellow here. Just remind you, every time I come back here, write down some spilled word, all because I'm completely in a mess, or might be confuse, or might be got any interesting ideas. For now, let's just let the words tell you what's going on, huh? Let the words do the rest. Let's start with me. I'm okay. That's what I said to the world. But deep down, I realize, there is something not okay inside. I've always been trying to put a smile on my face. Always. Whenever I felt bad, I try to put a smile. Always, hard in the beginning. But even easier when I've started used to it. Always, I made it. It's okay, I said to my self. And ...

Doc Google How do people could hear, if they are too busy with their tongue? How do people could feel, if they are too busy with some prejudice inside their mind? How do people could see, if their eyes are too busy staring a micro electron flow right up to their nose? How do people even care, if they are too busy to sum up their ego? People barely could see what's the real and which is just an illusion. How could they even realize, if they are too busy to catch up their illusion? What's in front of them, which is the reality that's not real anymore. People tend to live in their imagination, full of illusion, a fake and beauty world. How if they try to put down that gadget of them? Would the world became exploded? Or it would even brighter? Peace. Only if every single people put down their phones, for a while, Would the world stop moving? Would the heart stop beating? Or it just normally rotating? Or it even beat faster? How do people could hear, if ...

Doc. Google browser I might not be a great star for a galaxy, but surely might be a sun for a planet. I think that's enough to cover all my sadness these days. When I felt doubt of all the things I am doing. I ever dream being a great star for a galaxy, it would be nice, and of course it's an honor to do so. But now I just realized, that I'm not. I'm not that such great star. I'm just a dust compared to the world. Being a dust even is a bless. You might need dust when there's no water to do wudlu right? So then may be I'm even worst than a dust (?) Desperately, I give extra effort to do every single duties and tasks while still keep wondering why and why this is happen to me. As always, mellow drama and cliche. Keep wondering do I stand in a right place? Walk in a right path? Sing a right music? And beat a right rhythm? I always know, even I know it from the start that this path would not be easy. Never. But why, back then I've never have any...

Saya sedih setiap kali melihat wajah anda bertebaran di timeline saya. Bukan mengapa, hanya saja itu selalu mengingatkan saya akan diri anda, dan ketika ingat anda, yang saya ingat adalah bahwa saya tidak ingin kalah dari anda. Saya ingat kalau ada banyak hal yang perlu dipahami di dunia ini. Banyak hal termasuk mata kuliah yang saya pelajari. Saya sedih, saya kesal, tapi sedikit saya juga berterimakasih. Hati saya terbakar. -- Hai kamu, yang sudah menemukan rumah untukmu bernaung, atau sekedar menyandarkan bahu sejenak. Selamat. Aku turut bahagia atasmu. Sudah kubilang, hanya masalah waktu. Semuanya juga akan kembali seperti biasa. Pertemuan dan perpisahan. Tidak lagi heran dengan kata perpisahan bukan? Kamu, kamu, kamu, kamu, kamu, kamu, dan kamu. Good luck! --

Felix felicis.  Panthera tigris. Fructus anisi. Potio niger et venum nigrum. Signa e ante coenam. Veritas! Recipe de capsulae milligrammata triginta. Mbak, itu mantra Harry Potter ? -- Iya. Sekarang, setiap minggu saya selalu mendapatkan pelajaran merapal mantra di kampus saya. Tidak main-main, mantra ini dapat berguna untuk menyembuhkan penyakit. Bukan. Saya bukan ahli sihir. Saya hanya seorang farmasis. Mata kuliah yang mengajarkan saya ilmu merapal mantra adalah farmasetika dasar. Dalam mata kuliah itu yang menarik adalah sekejab kelas menjadi kelas kursus bahasa latin. Hal ini tentunya dikarenakan bahasa komposisi obat dan banyak nama ilmiah yang menggunakan bahasa latin.  Bahasa Latin. Why?  Bahasa yang dianggap sebagai bahasa internasional sains. Bahasa yang tidak berkembang lagi setelah berabad silam dan tentunya, penggunaannya dan pembacaannya yang cukup sederhana sehingga tidak menimbulkan makna bias ketika diucapkan. Jadilah kam...

Doc. Google "Fan, apa alasan lo milih farmasi?" Mau tahu aja, apa mau tahu banget? "Seriusan, apa alasan lo milih farmasi? Secara gue denger lo suka dan jago gambar" Ralat. Saya memang suka gambar, tapi enggak  jago juga, kok. Saya harap saya bisa menjawab dengan mantap, karena saya pingin . Tetapi kenyataannya tidak demikian, saudara-saudara. Ceritanya cukup panjang dan kalau boleh jujur, terdapat unsur rasisme di dalamnya. Rasis apa? Rasis terhadap golongan profesi dokter. Dilatarbelakangi oleh kebencian saya dengan profesi dokter yang muncul sebab pelayanan dokter yang saya terima sejak dulu kala selalu berhasil menyakiti hati saya. Didukung dengan beberapa faktor yang saya sebut qadarullah, di sini lah saya. Menyesal? Tidak. Saya bersyukur. Saya mah  bahagia-bahagia saja. Di sini saya mendapatkan lingkungan dengan kultur belajar, beribadah, dan berpendapat yang sangat masyaaAllah . Dengan hal tersebut, apa masih pantas saya menyesal? Kangen rumah ...