Flashback to Sandy Hooks Shooting 2012

What is the dumbest thing you ever heard on this earth?
I : To suffocate and involve innocent children in politics and militaries

Source: mirror.co.uk

Well, let's take a flashback to Sandy Hooks Elementary School shooting on 2012. Quite old isn't it? But let's learn from the past. How this disaster could happen? Well CNN has broadcasted the news thoroughly :

Classes were under way at the school. Approximately 700 students were present.
Earlier this year, the school principal, Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung, ordered a new security system installed that required visitors to be visibly identified and buzzed in. As part of the security system, the school locked its doors each day at 9:30 a.m.
The door was locked when the gunman arrived.
Authorities now know the gunman used "an assault weapon" to "literally (shoot) an entrance into the building," Connecticut Gov. Dannel Malloy said.

Noah Pozner - Being Internet's viral found dead after Sandy Hooks Shooting 

On December 2012, Adam Lanza (the gunman) who is believed to be the sole perpetrator fatally shoot this own mother, then the other 20 students; one of them being Internet viral and being mistaken as Peshawar 2014 attack; Noah Pozner, 6 staff members (teachers) before comitting suicides. The internet blewn not so long after asking for stricter law for gun ownership in United States.

What is more tragic is that the victims mostly kids, innocent students rather, they who went to school happily. Well, and the gunman easily shoot themselves as they already killed - approximately 30 people. It's down, folks?! It's DONE! No further action taken by securities. Seriously, it's like i could easily use gun to empower myself to do what i can do and then i vanished mysef. Done! Okay i died. The other innocent people died. But what we can learn from that incident? NONE, absolutely as no action taken by the securities!

Seriously i was like to ask "What is the purpose of doing this, people?" Well, you died. You won't get any fame. If you get it, it will be useless tho. Or you want to show your power? What power you want to show or gain by killing ducks?

Okay, let's focus on another aspect. This kids absolutely had future and the fact that is they were 6-7 at the age of shooting irritates me. There are two kind of victims, the kids who died and the kids who was being emotionless. Seeing their friends being 'devoured' lively is the worst nightmare i could imagine.

Finally messages and critism to the U.S. Governments, There are no option to stop this kind of event as we don't want another Sandy Hooks or another San Francisco attack. Please, revise the gun ownership. I believe the gun ownership allowance will protect some people for sure, but in the reality it do creates more riots and criminals.

Please...

*P.S. There are some conspiracy theories i'm interesting with in Wikipedia
Here : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandy_Hook_Elementary_School_shooting_conspiracy_theories
But i'm to lazy to post and i think you can read it yourself, so...

A Flashback to Peshawar Attack 2014

Source: creativekhadija.com

Folks, this will be my first English Post. Since i'm not a grammar nazist, please apologize for the bad grammar. I'm currently studying though.

There are currently some flaggerbast (not in the good way) series of event which leads to the vanishing value of the world peace. As we could hear today, shootings, massacres, genocides, blasphemies, and many more has occured in our beloved world. We as - especially for me, who is not even 17 - the citizen of the world must focus on this kind of problem. Since our voices count.

Okay, I admit that I was ignorance and antipathy. I just focus on my own business and that's just "SELFISH". Well, it happens. A group on facebook frequently posting photos of military school in Peshawar, Pakistan which was attacked by Taliban on Dec 2014. I was on holiday that time and I was like "Who cares?"

I'm not sure if this was a proper image. But i'm sure that there's a lot of worse pic that time.

But then the other side of my heart blew. I suddenly read all the articles from almost all source in Internet. Guess what happen next! Tears was overflowing all my faces. I just can't! I'm enough. Those bloodshet, those tears, those hopes. I felt miserable for not-being-so-grateful. Then i imagine if the same thing would happen to my school. That's miserable!

There's a clip of story about sacrifice of the teacher, friend who want to defend their fella. "You can kill my friend but you have to kill me first!" The screams of pain, hopelessly crying for help. The more you scream the more their will fire gun onto you. Oh my god, this is disaster!

These f***ing Taliban should deal with themselves and jailed tbh. They've wrecked the dreams of those innocent kids. They who never have any problem with them. How dare they are. Oh, i know. They were scared, they were frightened since this school is an Army Public School. They were scared as these guys grows and be an army, their existence will be vanished. They were frightened these guys will grow to be brave people, and not as culpr*t cunt coward as they were.

On Jan 2015, school reopened. And i'm mesmerized with the motto "We'll rise and shine". Just like their motto, their souls will rise, shine, and fight back. They will fight back for freedom and for those bloomy days. They are not losing, they just starting. Setting a fight toward those braveless people!



Yeah, you will think i'm exaggerating this. But seriously, my deepest heart is touched. I'm thankful to my Pakistani fellow in those "Learn English" group who keep disturbing me that time. Without your action, i won't be more emphatize the other people around me.

Finally, my deepest condolences goes to the family whom was being left by their heroes!
Believe me, they will rise... and shine!

How Do I Discover Myself

Queer-gendered? Really?

Howdy, how ya'all doing? Good?
I hope so.

Cause I am surviving the hardest period of my puberty, being 17. First of all, you need to know why I have to write this in English. I write this post completely in English, deffo bcs I don't want my relatives especially families read this post and then they go ask me "Why?" and "Why?" You know it's an advantage to be able to write in English, since when you are talking about private things, you won't be annoyed by somebody you know. Which won't solve it, but will be adding more. And more.

So this story began on March 29th. (Sorry Mr. Grammar, I had to break your policy. You can arrest me after I finished all these sentences)  Back to topic, being 17 is freaking hard. I wanna say f**cking, but I don't want this post to be harmful to kids. You have to be 'mature', in a positively good way and manner. You have to be stereotypically accepted in society. Guess what? I am a crybaby, bit spoiled, and I dunno how to make up relationships. People called me lame as I being single which I don't think a problem. Sometimes I am being so insecure in front of public because people recall my walk peculiar. So whatever. I walk the way I walk. I am not a model who should do catwalk in the runway, right?

Seleksi Tahap Final UWC

Kisah ini dimulai dari tercengangnya saya saat mendapatkan email dari NC (National Committee) UWC yang menyatakan bahwa saya telah lolos tahapan seleksi awal dan berhak mengikuti seleksi tahap final di Hotel Oria, Jakarta, 4-5 Maret 2017. Serangkaian hari yang sibuk dimulai sejak akhir Februari, sayangnya malah saya pergunakan untuk lomba debat dan bukannya memfokuskan diri pada tahapan seleksi ini.

Oiya, sudah sampai sini, kalian tau engga sih UWC itu apaan? Pasti tahu kan? Kalau belum tahu jadi aku jelasin, UWC itu BUKAN PROGRAM PERTUKARAN PELAJAR *santai aja mas hehe... Jadi UWC itu seperti sejenis sekolah di luar negeri di mana kita dari berbagai belahan dunia dikumpulkan untuk belajar bersama membangun masa depan yang berkelanjutan. Yang membuat UWC berbeda adalah program sosial, personal challenge, dan aktivitas akademik lainnya. Kalau masih kepo tentang UWC, bisa mampir ke Wikipedia ya hehe... atau ke sini juga boleh https://www.uwcindonesia.org/

Back to the topic, tentang seleksi tahap final UWC. Maaf banget kalau tidak ada foto/video berkaitan proses seleksi, karena saya takut akan menyalahi aturan yang sudah diberikan kakak-kakak National Committee.

Tulisanku

Pernah, seorang anak bertanya pada ayahnya, “Ayahanda, bukankah lebih menyenangkan menjadi orang dewasa?”

Sang Ayah tertegun, kemudian balik bertanya, “Loh kenapa?”

“Orang dewasa selalu benar, tidak bisa disalahkan. Saat aku bermain, orang dewasa mengatur waktu bermainku, Aku tidak boleh bermain sampai larut malam. Tidak begitu dengan mereka. Orang dewasa selalu menyuruhku belajar, padahal aku tidak pernah melihat mereka membaca. Banyak hal yang tidak boleh kulihat dan kutonton, padahal mereka senang sekali menontonnya. Benar ‘kan?”

Mata ayah tertuju pada sudut ruangan,

Tiga puluh dua tahun yang lalu, terdengar jelas. Suara entakkan kaki, nyanyian kanak-kanak,dan tawa riang melebur menjadi simfoni siang yang ritmis. Semua wajah mereka lugu, tak berdosa.

Tiga puluh dua tahun yang lalu, oh tentu saja! Tidak ada kamera Polaroid, kalaupun ada, mungkin sangatlah kuno mengingat foto yang dihasilkan berefek Sepia. Tidak ada telepon genggam, tidak ada orang yang menunduk saat berbicara dengan lawan bicaranya. Hanya kami, dengan seragam SMP lusuh, setiap hari menghabiskan sisa masa kanak-kanak.

Tiga puluh dua tahun yang lalu, tidak ada yang peduli. Tidak ada yang tahu, “Aku mau jadi apa ya? Kalau kerja di mana? Kuliahku bagaimana?” Tanyakanlah pada bocah-bocah di figura sepia itu, mereka semua akan menjawab mau menjadi dokter.

Tiga puluh dua tahun yang lalu, benih-benih cinta mulai tumbuh merekah. Dongeng si buruk rupa dengan si cantik mulai populer. Tidak ada yang memperhatikan penampilan,tidak ada yang memakai lipstik atau bedak. Yang tersisa hanyalah rambut pendek atau keriting era 80-an yang mengerikan.

Tiga puluh dua tahun yang lalu, adakah yang bertanya,”Apakah kita akan berpisah? Apakah suatu saat kita akan berjumpa?” Adakah? Apa ada yang bertanya, “Lalu kita akan bercerita, menertawakan tindak tanduk kita yang konyol? Mengenang masa kecil yang takkan pernah kembali?” Kemudian adakah yang datang sambil tersenyum, dalam wujud pria mapan dengan limosin mahalnya. Adakah pula yang membawa berita sedih, datang dengan hanya beralaskan sandal?”

Tidak ada jawaban. Yang ada hanyalah senyuman, canda, tawa tanpa alasan. Tak tahu kapan kembali.Di hari foto itu diambil, figuranya pecah berkeping-keping.Tersimpan di gudang,terlupakan. Bagai memori yang lapuk dimakan usia.

Ayah pun menjawab pertanyaan anaknya, “Memang enak menjadi orang dewasa. Namun percayalah, saat engkau dewasa nanti kau pasti akan menarik kata-katamu nak,”

Sang Ayah bangkit, menuju gudang terlupakan. Memungut pecahan kaca figura dan merekatkannya kembali.

“Semoga kita bias bertemu lagi, Sahabatku” ucapnya dengan segenggam harapan.