back to the root

recently, i realize that i get addicted in writing blog, especially in english, i think i have to give a credit to fatihsyuhud.com which really not only inspire me but also boost my spirit and passion to write again, both in english or bahasa indonesia. but, for now, posting some english essays seem more challanging to me, the lack of my capabilities in english is exactly add my willingness to fix it by writing some stories in english as many as possible, i hope if i do make mistakes in the way of writing (even i hold the Advanced Lia certificate, but since it’s been long time ago and never be applied in daily life so it seems futile so far, that’s why i strive to regain all those skills back by writing) there are people who kindly care to correct my faults. i’m writing this essay at 2 am, i just simply cannot sleep, because i have fallen a sleep at 7 pm to 10 pm just because of blackout of electricity did happen (a common thing in a small city like here), so i had nothing to do and being alone without anything to do in a dark room of course will make you sleepy, and that’s the story, the lullaby that on contrary makes me unsleepy at all, so i won’t waste the time waiting the sleepiness comes. i don’t have any issue of what exactly should i write here, and since i write this offline, so i’ll upload this story in the morning i wake up  from my dreams. while writing, i am accompanied by the OST of The Pianist album, it consist of all pure instrumental music which is played dominantly by piano, all is good and instrumental music is suitable to befriend us when we’re doing some task, because the strain of this melody doesn’t make us to follow singing along it, a quite different thing if we listen to pop music, which make us sing along the play of the music, that’s just will split our concentration that should we give 100% to the task itself. the Pianist’s OST majorly consist the Chopin’s (Frederick) masterpieces, from this album i single out Nocturne in C-sharp minor as my favorit and ballade no.1 in g minor as well.
i start to feel sleepy maybe i should go to sleep now.

I am  writing this post, just right after coming back from mosque doing friday pray (shalat jum’at) which is a compulsory pray for gents moslem. one thing that makes me want to write this soon (just after coming home) is “why still people bring their cellphone when praying in mosque” or at least if you have no choice but bring it, just “turn it off just for a while”, c’mon man.. i can’t take any “forget” reason, it’s all back to one’s willing. back to my story, i came late to the pray itself, i didn’t get the preach session which is held before doing shalat (pray). after i’m running from home to catch one of this moslem’s obligation to God (even i regard myself yet being a good moslem, hope someday i’ll be. amin), i arrived at mosque when everyone has stood up ready to start shalat, so as the latest, i got place in back row. sholat jumat, is held in 2 rakaat (cycle of moving order) everything ran well at the first one, but when it came to to the second rakaat, a little tiny thing ruined my concentration (i’m sure the others were so), someone’s cellphone rang, and played an obsecure music, i didnt know what the title and even whose song was that, but what the problem is, it really a great disturbance for the pray itself, i think, if i were the owner of that cellphone, i will break my pray, in order to save the others pray, (because any motion but the shalat move order is prohibited and caused the shalat / pray is broken so it has to started from beginning), and turn the thing off. yes, my pray will be broken, and i have to start from the beginning, but we must not be a selfish person, as sholat berjamaah (doing pray together as inthis friday pray) is teach us for togetherness, and think about the others not just about oneself. and i’ll take this as my concequence for my fault. but the story ran in different line, the owner is really kinda selfish person, heavyweight champion of selfisness indeed, he didn’t do anything, but keep on praying while his cellphone keep playing that ridiculous song which really break the solemness of pray itself, the music strained for the rest of session. i have nothing to do but burried my disappointed in deepest of my heart while tried hard to keep concentration at my pray. and i think, i wasn’t the only one who felt disturbed by the cellphone. yes, my prediction was right, i didn’t need to complaint or angry to the owner, the others did it, after the pray is over, many people stared upsetly and disappointly to that man, but they keep their behaviour because it was still in the mosque, so they must not did some restricted or unwell mannered things, (so is when not in mosque actually), and the cellphone man, he wasnot saying anything, i really hope he would take his fault as a man, admit it, and apologize to peers. but he just went just like a thief, oh my god, what happen to that guy.. please if you are a man, just behave like a man..

and the moral point of this story is, don’t you ever think to bring your cellphone to the mosque.

\everything must be based on the function, my parents said that often, it should be put in the front of any reason else. take an example of the goods we bought, people, include me, always buy something not for this function, they look for the fashion or style first, if one thing is seems to be sophisticated in fashion, no matter how expensive it is, people tend to buy it, they want to be looked as an sophisticated person by bought an sophisticated item. i even do this sometimes, how can i fall again and again in this ridiculous phenomena. it’s not a new sickness, it’s (maybe) a immortal one, yes, it happens again and again, yet instead people get their conciousness back, they got addicted more and more, once again, include me, i wonder how can i stop this disease, i want to buy a thing that i really need to, that i will use it. not the one that only to “boost” my pride among others. so i can save more money for the future and use it for the more useful purpose.

anyhow. life goes on, everything is already happen, but for the future, i will insist myself for not falling at the same hole again.