Skripsi - Pendadaran

Karena pendadaran cuma sekali

Oke, sebelum aku melanjutkan postingan ini, aku cuma mau bilang kalo pendadaranku udah lewat lamaaaaaaaa bangeeeeeeeeeeeet, yaitu tanggal 31 Oktober 2014. So, this is super duper #latepost (klasiknya Zelin, ga ada deadline, ya ga digarap -_-“)

Ada cerita dibalik pendadaran ini. Alkisah kita sudah mengumpulkan dan mengolah data, namun ternyata data yang kami ambil itu tidak sesuai dengan harapan dosen pembimbing. Padahal pendadaran cuma tinggal dua minggu lagi (ga bisa diundur, karena bulan november dosennya pada sibuk ngadain acara internasional di Bali, kalo mau di undur, pendadarannya jadi bulan Desember, #nahlo?)

Karena kita (mereka bukan aku) masih kebelet pendadaran bulan Oktober, alhasil kita harus mengambil data yang berjumlah 67000-an itu secara MANUAL (bukan elektronik, karena database UPTD Sardjito masih mengalami peralihan dari sistem yang lama, jadi datanya berserakan dimana-mana). Belum lagi kita harus menyamakan data yang diambil dari banyak database (data yang mendonor, data pribadi pendonor, data hasil skrining) secara MANUAL (dibantu software sih, tapi tetep aja habis itu mesti dicek lagi secara MANUAL.

Kenapa aku membesarkan kata MANUAL, karena seharusnya hal ini bisa lebih dilakukan jika saja semua data sudah terkumpul dalam satu database. Tapi ya sudahlah, kalo ga begini kan bikin skripsinya ga greget :3 (tapi semoga kedepannya database Sardjito lebih rapi ya). Tidur Cuma 3 jam semalam setiap hari selama dua minggu hingga waktu pendadaran. Habis pendadaran masih ada jadwal kuliah. Belum lagi habis itu masih harus belajar buat ujian blok 4.2 yang berlangsung minggu depannya. Hidup itu emang sulit kawan! 

Ini foto-foto aku waktu pendadaran. Terima kasih semua sahabat-sahabatku yang telah datang walau kalian tidak kuundang dan malah kuminta ga usah dateng (bukan apa-apa, tapi kupikir tidak ada gunanya,  mungkin aku saja yang tidak sentimental. Seperti yang kalian katakan, pendadaran itu cuma sekali, maka daripada itu harus dikenang). Terima kasih yang sudah memberikan aku bunga dan boneka JoJombie-nya. Maafkan aku yang ga bisa membalas kehadiran kalian dengan datang ke pendadaran kalian ya. Selamat buat kita semua yang sudah menjadi S.Ked! (dan semangat buat yang masih berkutat dengan skripsi. Ingat semua itu akan segera berakhir).

Liat mukaku aneh banget. Ketakutan diciumin cewe-cewe srigala.

Makasih atas surprisenya <3

Finally, ada gelar dinamaku. Manzilina Mudia, S.Ked

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There are two reasons i love motorcycles than car 

First, i cant drive. Really, i’ve learned long enough but i still cant drive

Second, it’s faster

Ok, 3 reasons, the last is the adrenalin rush. Especially when you are in hurry, the traffic is heavy, and you have to ride it with speed 60 km/h or more, it’s just beyond words. Your body is in fight or flight mode. Your heart pumps faster, your can hear your heartbeat, your muscle is tensed to act, your skeleton is ready to move, your blood travels faster, your eyes are wary of a small motion, your ears are alert of every sound, every nerve in your body is alive, you will never feel your brain more awakes. And when the wind friction against your skin you now you feel alive. 

I wish i can go around the world with motorcycles. 

Growing up

When we are young (I’m not saying that I’m old. Let’s just assume that I was older than I’m right now), we have this perfect ideal world that we create in our mind. We imagine how the world should operate, we picture how our lives should be a few years from now. We have expectation of how we are, what we are, or who we aren when we are older. We believe in those imagination so much that it becomes not merely a daydream, it becomes hope, pray, desire. Sometimes, it can become more powerful than any of that. It becomes a belief, conviction, faith. With imagination as the foundation, and  belief as the pillar, we built our life based on the imagination, and plan our action around that pillar. We are just so idealist we refuse to acknowledge other factors outside those circles. We gloss over things that can ruin our imagination, that can destroy our hope. We have envisioned our future and we forget the indisputable facts, the undeniable reality that is happening around us. There is only one passion in our mind, to develop that imagination into reality.

But as we grow older, we finally see those things that we used to refuse to see. We finally acknowledge there are some factors that we cant control, that can destroy the foundation and the pillar that we have build. We lose our grip to our belief. We will doubt everything and not know what to believe. We realize that reality doesnt always follow what we have envisioned. We become so disappointed that we reject to form any imagination that comes into our mind. We lose our ideals and morals. We turn into a bitter, cynical human being. We no longer hope of better future. Our pray no longer consists of building a future,  but only a chance to survive. That’s when we spend our days merely to go through them, not to live them.