I'm back (it's been a while...)

Hi, dude.
How's life going. Sorry, I was kind of lost in translation...literally...hehe. No, just being busy with work (excuse, huh?). But, now I'm back!

Many things happened to me these past few months and they were great (I'm so grateful everyday). One of the things was my novel was accepted and will be published soon (this very month). Yaay...!!
It's like a journey of spirit, hope, hard work, and chance. Never give up your dreams, dude, coz they might come true for Allah is so kind.

Writing is a fun thing to do. It helps me get through a lot of moments, like talking to your conscious. I have been doing it for years. I don't write brilliant scientific paragraphs, super idea, best seller book, genius script or such (not that I don't want to, I do really want to, but my brain capacity and capability is not yet sufficient...right...), just a small corner conversation that color my days. Sometimes I write for no reason. Just wanna do it.

You know what, I have been trying to make a diary since junior high, but never works until today. It only lasts a few months then I don't continue it anymore. Instead continually writing in the same book, I have another new book and start all over again. Uh huh.
But, for special occassion, for example: field work; internship; field trip ect; I manage to write in one book and I'm proud of myself for that.

Writing stories is another story. I always liked Bahasa Indonesia lesson. One thing that I really liked to write when I was still in the elementary school was telling story about family vacation. Going to Grandparent's house was always the perfect idea. I would tell that my grandparent's house was in a village pretty far from my house (even though in reality my grandparent's house was only 10 minutes trip by motorcycle). I wrote that they had a very nice little house and large yard. There would be fruit trees, big fish pond, small forest and paddy field nearby, not forgot the river. Then we would have picnic, went fishing at the pond, picked fruits, all the lovely things to do in my imagination. I never had those moments anyway...hehehe... But I enjoyed it though it was just on paper.

My turning point maybe when I was in the first year of junior high. I have to thank my friend, Elvi Fontiani, for this. One day, when we had a break after doing sport, some of us (the girls) stayed in the classroom. There I saw Elvi read something for my friends, a short story. I don't remember the story, but my friends liked it. She said that her friend made it, but I didn't believe. Her body languange didn't show that. Later I found out that she was the one who made it. She had become a short story writer and if I was not mistaken some of her stories had been published, and she joined some writing competitions too. Wow, she's great. I admired her.
My admiration turned out to be a challenge. If she could do it, so could I, I thought. Then I tried to write.

I wrote some silly stories indeed, hahaha. Martial art stories with weird-fist-names and weird-hotshot-names. It killed me with laughter when I read it again a few years after that. There was a story hero I named after my dad and there was and incident at home (I really can't tell you, coz it's really silly). I was freaking out if I offended my dad, but my mom saved me, accidentally (I didn't think she knew that she saved me), so I was off the hook...
I still keep those stories, I guess. But, I don't think it's readable anymore because I wrote it with pencil and it could easily washed away by time.

Then I wrote detective series. Thinking advance about robot competition and sophisticated gadget (sometimes I do wonder how I can write that stuff). I wrote it in A4 HVS paper cut into 4 pieces, I glued the left edge, just like a real novel. My stories went from one friend to another friend. There was a crazy moments when I even made some quizzes based on those stories, and not to mention a fan club...hahaha... oh, man. Weird huh? Yeah, junior high was a peak moment of creative craziness.

I also wrote imaginary squad-stories, consisted of some characters in the films I saw, and of course I was also the member, special member who showed up in certain events. We had great, funny, advanturous times in the neverland. I learned and developed my english that way, coz the stories were trilingual (Indonesian, Javanese, and English). Believe me or not, in some moments those imaginary friends helped me up when I was really down.

Then I write this and that until now...and later... I'm still learing and growing.

You see, I'm pretty selfish. Basically I write for myself, to be happy. But when my friends read it and they give appreciation, I am trully honoured. It's a good thing to share. But it's a better thing to inspire.

Well, I have to go now. I'm going to Solo, man. Attending my baby bro graduation and of course, a vacation. Yeah! So, see you later.