Kamar mandi, pasti menjadi satu tempat spesial di hati kita. Betapa tidak, setiap hari pasti kita ke sana. Dan saking seringnya kita ke sana, kita seakan punya kebiasaan yang kita lakukan di dalamnya. Menyanyi di dalam kamar mandi. Latihan bicara (misalnya berlatih untuk pidato?) di dalam kamar mandi. Membaca di kamar mandi. Ya, membaca. Beberapa kenalan saya (dan terkadang saya) mengaku (dengan bangga) suka membaca di kamar mandi. Entah itu membaca koran, majalah, komik, apapun. Bahkan mereka suka belajar di kamar mandi (yah, bisa dibayangkan kan, mereka membaca sambil ngapain??). Katanya, ilmunya bisa gampang masuk. Hahaha, saya tidak tahu apakah ada ilmuwan yang pernah meneliti tentang hubungan antara tingkat konsentrasi dengan kondusifitas kamar mandi.

Tapi, saya baru-baru ini berhasil mengidentifikasi kegiatan apa lagi yang bisa dilakukan di kamar mandi. Kakak saya, suka menelepon di kamar mandi (lebih tepatnya di toilet). Dia sekarang tinggal di luar Jawa, yang konon sinyal telepon genggamnya suka bermasalah (mari kita mengabaikan kemungkinan bahwa kakak saya pilih kartu seluler yang salah). Tapi, dia menemukan fakta bahwa ketika dia menelepon di toilet, gangguan-gangguan itu hilang! Katanya, suara ibu saya jadi jernih sekali (saat itu kakak saya sedang menelepon ibu saya), dan tidak putus-putus! Jadi hingga sekarang, setiap dia ada di toilet, yang dia (sembari) lakukan adalah menelepon ibu saya! Hahaha, saya tidak habis pikir…

Saya juga menemukan fakta baru lain, pengalaman ini saya lakukan sendiri. Saya GPRS-an di kamar mandi! Entah itu browsing, chatting, pokoknya segala aktivitas GPRS! Dan ternyata, entah mengapa koneksi di kamar mandi juga lebih cepat dilakukan dibanding bila dilakukan di kamar tidur, misalnya. Dan ternyata tidak hanya saya yang melakukan hal itu. Saya baru tahu, kalau “K”, teman saya, pernah chatting dengan saya dari kamar mandi. Saat itu saya mengolok-oloknya, dan berpura-pura bahwa saya tidak pernah melakukannya. Padahal, saya juga kerap melakukannya. Hahaha..

Sampai sekarang saya masih penasaran. Kenapa koneksi (untuk telepon dan untuk GPRS-an) hampir selalu lebih lancar bila dilakukan di dalam kamar mandi?? Ketika saya menceritakan hal ini pada ibu saya, beliau berkata, “Karena di kamar mandi kan ada air, dek, air kan tenang, dingin, mengalir.. Jadi koneksi pun ikut lancar mengalir..”. Saya cuma manggut-manggut…

Peculiarities are around us!

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa wakeup early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran.
His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Qur’an just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur’an do?”
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.”
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.
The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the bas ket was empty before he returned home.
Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water.
You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house.
The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breathe, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!” “So you think it is useless?”
The old man said, “Look at the basket.” The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
“Son, that’s what happens when you read the Qur’an. You mi ght not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.

I got the story from a friend of mine, but I’m not sure how she got it. But the point is, it is indeed a good point in making me understand what’s worth in reading Quran though we dont get the meaning..

A couple days ago, I went to Surabaya. And there was something interesting in my way back home.
Well, actually this thought isn’t something new, I often think about it, but this occasion makes me think more! Back to the story, I was on the bus, and I sat right behind the driver, that means I sat in the front seat..with an old man with stinky breath (sorry!)

But no, this story isn’t about the odor of his mouth, it would be rude. I’m gonna tell you about his stinky opinion about Political and Social Science faculty where I study now

First the old man just asked me a few simple questions, where I study, where I live, how old I am, the bus fare… Then he started to tell me about her daughter, who went into college and took Pharmacy as a major. He seemed to have a very big proud of her daughter. He said that he’s happy because he’s so sure that her daughter is gonna be a rich person. He said that being pharmacist, doctors and other similar jobs would bring a great wealth. The point is, he thought that those professions were the best professions. I just nodded my head, I didn’t deny that those jobs are good jobs.

But then, the-stinky-breathed-old-man started to make me upset, by comparing my faculty and her daughters’. He started to insult me -indirectly- that my faculty wasnt good enough, it wouldn’t be a good future for me, he said. He questioned me what I actually want to get in that faculty, and he stressed that since I was a girl, I am not supposed to learn politics. Politics, by the way, wont give me any good, he said. And what made me arguing him was, because he said, that I’m not gonna be rich anyway by studying politics, and though I’m rich in eventual, it wouldn’t be last for long

What the hack was that? Why did he judge a profession based on the wealth that we will get??

So I can conclude that according to that old mans’ opinion, politicians would end up with being a pathetic people..

While he said that, a man -a street musician- was singing in front of me about how bad politicians are, about politicians who are naturally always being rats, and their main job was to steal public’s money, and corrupt is a custom for them. Wasn’t it perfect??

So then I realize, I carry a huge amount of burden, by being a student with politic as a major. I realize that there are a lot of scepticism and bad image of politics,and my job is to clear ‘em out. And it’s not an easy job, I know. Every job in this world has its own risk and reputation. How bad the reputation is, someone has to take care of that field, someone has to do the right thing — the best thing — at the right time, and that someone has to be me. No matter what those people say about my job and what I study. All I need to do is giving the best of me because my future is in my own hand, not in theirs.

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