Pangudi Luhur Brawijaya IV Graduation Day

17 06 2010

Heeee… liburan kok buru-buru. Liburan itu santai gaan. Haw! Saya baru saja kembali dari Bali, setelah tanggal 12 Juni kemarin ikut wisuda di SMA Pangudi Luhur Brawijaya dulu. Ini beberapa still images-nya.

Left to right : Mr. Hendro Mauritio Lumban Batu, Mr. Bramantyo Adi, Mr. Narendra Karistra, Mr. Adya Dhipta Atyasa, Mr. Hardi Yudho Rahardjo (Ketua Sukunya PL 2010 nih)

Ini foto kelas terakhir. Sayang dua anggota korps XII D tidak hadir karena sudah berada di perantauan (Mr. Aryo Pramesworo *Aryo PL’09* dan Mr. Bayu Demas *Ekoy PL’10).

First row : Mr. Chaierdaurie Chatar, Mr. Bramantyo Adi, Mr. Raynaldi

Second row : Mr. J. Bayu Anugrah, Mr. Dan Randan, Mr. Gino Andriano, Mr. Rico Ganda Putra Pandjaitan, Mr. Mario, Mr. Christopher Harland

Third row : Mr. Alfando Bernarezky Nugraha, Mr. Felix Kurniawan Sugianto, Mr. Christopher Kevin, Ms. N.A. Reny (Wali kelas), Mr. Kevin Kamaputra, Mr. Mario Michael Lasol

Wisuda SMA PL emang tergolong wisuda SMA ter-unik se-Indonesia. I can guarantee that! Karena setelah menyanyikan lagu Mars PL..

The march is great if sing by men voices. The one and only high school march which echoing in AKMIL Magelang.

Setelah Mars PL selesai dinyanyikan, acara wisuda langsung berubah jadi acara lawak. Tentunya hal ini mengundang tawa para tamu undangan. Soal cela-celaan dan siksa antara siswa-kami yang terbaik. Ha ha ha! Bahkan Wakasek Kesiswaan-pun tidak luput dari celaan wisudawan.

Well, inilah foto yang berhasil saya unggah ketika sudah mengenakan Medal of Honor : Member of Pangudi Luhur Brawijaya IV.

Left to right : Mr. Bramantyo Adi, Mr. Kadek Audiandra, Mr. Reza Handoko Putro

Might all the boy hunt this and ready to die for grabbing this medal of honor.

Akhirnya selesai sudah pendidikan SMA dan mimpi masa anak-anak bisa bersekolah disini. Saatnya merealisasikan mimpi saya hari ini. Kemana tuh? Ada dehh..


A Story of Old-Rusty Blueish-Green Squared Shirt

5 05 2010

This morning i wrapped up my clothes bucket. The bucket consists all my wardrobe . I was seemed too lazy to put all the wrapped wardrobe to my cupboard. So i putted all back in the bucket.

Yet i found the old-rusty blueish-green squared shirt. It’s in long-arm form.

The shirt’s just like a piece of white paper, but now it’s already fulfilled with many words, phrases, clauses. I own it three pieces-that’s mean i
own three papers.

Everytime i see this shirt, start with the short arm form and end with the long arm form. I see the whole journey four years past.

The short-arm shirt pictured the beginning of journey.
The shirt’s writing tell me how a group of people preparing every boy who wear this shirt into a man. They never teach those boys to be the smartest. They just ask them to be a fix human being, a man, a leader for themselves and people who surround them. Instead ask them to survive using all goods. Simple request but in fact it’s hard to do. Desperately, not all the boys can answers this request adequately. Lots of the boys quit, they give up in basic level.

The journey continue in long-arm shirt which pictured the end of programs and the beginning of the real life.

The shirt’s writing tell me when remains boys finish they program with a ceremony. The Boys thought they done. In fact they would face the real test based on the knowledge they got during last two seasons. When the heat escaladed, when all the veins stretched so tight, the test already begin. Different persons, different results. The boys are no longer boys. They are finish as men. Yeah, men you used to see-using a formal suit, tie, spread their masculinity upon their face. So where all those shirts? The shirts which their wear before? They keep it.

I discover something, over the stories. There are wishes, dreams, hopes, graces, and prays. Wishes, dreams and hope recent day are in progress into real. The prays and graces which often follow them everywhere they go.

At last, i can’t throw away this shirt easily. This shirts, its patterns, colours, forms, reminds all the evolution and revolution happen to me.
Today, this shirt no longer in use. But the spirit inside it remains in every man who ever used it before.