Indigenous

       Ngegaring sebulan lebih selama liburan emang ternyata memicu adrenalin gw buat ngoprek-ngoprek barang-barang dan buku-buku bekas di rumah. Gw berhasil menemukan baju-baju gw yang dulu gw kira ilang –tapi sekarang udah ga muat, dan berton-ton buku bekas gw dari SD.        Gw ketawa-ketawa sendiri ngeliat perkembangan tulisan gw dari mulai cakar ayam tapi cantik waktu SD, sampai tulisan rapi indah mempesona waktu SMA. Pingin deh nyalin semua tulisan-tulisan asal-asalan gw waktu masih sekolah dulu di blog ini. Tulisan-tulisan yang pasti banyak berserakan di SETIAP buku yang gw punya karena emang dari dulu gw paling suka nyoret-nyoret apapun. APAPUN.        Tulisan ini gw temuin di belakang buku catatan kimia gw waktu kelas tiga SMA. Ga ada tanggal pasti kapan gw udah nulis cakaran ini tapi berdasarkan pengamatan gw ini catatan kelas tiga SMA pokoknya. Dan isi cakaran gw itu adalah :        Ucapan terima kasih tak terhingga untuk wali kelas kami tersayang, Dra.Nelly yang tak pern

July, 2th 2011 I’m sitting boring in my bedroom thinking about what I’ve done today, yesterday, and two days ago since I’ve come back here in my house for holiday. I try to make a list then I realize there is not much thing I’ve done. 1. Sleeping 2. Taking a bath 3. Having breakfast 4. Watching television 5. Feeling stuck in front of my laptop still thinking about what I’ve done and what can I do for these suck days. 6. Having lunch 7. Feeding rabbits 8. Grooming the rabbits 9. Cleaning the dirty plates 10. Sweeping the floor 11. Taking my niece a bath 12. Having dinner 13. Googling and browsing and downloading 14. And repeat all of the above tomorrow and 15. My holiday sucks Then I don’t have another activity for my list. Here is the list of the song I hear for all of these suck days : 1. I’m just a kid – simple plan 2. How – maroon 5 3. It’s not over – secondhand serenade 4. Misery – maroon 5 5. Stutter – maroon 5 6. Goodbye – secondhand serenade 7. Your c

taking anatomy class. outside the lab choping the innocent rabbit then the innocent chicken

It wasn't me. of course it wasn't me in this photo. but I used to do that when I was child. I used to climb a guava tree when it was bearing fruit and stayed at the top of the tree for hours. It was kind of a pleasure because I would eat fruits as much as I could and hid my self from everybody. I even thought about bringing drinking water, blanket, and books up there. surely, it would be a great great pleasure if I had the tree house. I should be thinking about that when I have child.

. What a student of veterinary medicine faculty does through the day –in my opinion ? 1. Wake up early morning, take a bath, and pray. Then check the content of your bag. Notebook and pen for writing what lecturers say and explain. Laboratorium cloth, mask, and gloves for practical and lab work (I assure you that you will need mask desperately because the formaline contained by preserved animal stinks too bad). Candy or chewing gum. They are so helpful in preventing you form sleeping in the class. Instant hand sanitizer. You won’t have a lunch after touching any dirty speciments or animals or substances without washing your hands first and clean those with sanitizer. You won’t. Drinking water, even bread. Sometimes you don’t have time for lunch because you are haunted by the extremely demanding schedule. Okay, the preparation is ready. Don’t forget to have breakfast before leaving your home. 2. Arrive on the class and ready for studying. Choose the right chair for your sit.

. _______There is a organization called “Uni Konservasi Fauna” in my University. This community concerns about the conservation of wild animals. Since the first time I heard about this community, I decided to participate. It was not only because I am studying veterinary medicine, but also because I love wild carnivore especially tiger. I think tiger is the funniest wild carnivore ever. _______By joining this community, for the first time in my life, on December 27th 2009 I went to the real wild forest. I spent three days sleeping in the tent accompanied by the ground as my bed and the sky as my roof. This was my first experience and meant a lot for me. It was honestly a camping ground in the middle of the forest named “Mega Mendung” resort near Puncak, Bogor. I and the new friends I got in this community went there by a truck. Because the camping ground we targeted was a mountain, we could not get there without leaving the truck and walked for hours. I swore at that time I thought t