jurnal tentang aku dan orang-orang sekitar
Among the 80 thousand people who joined the audition, there was one of my friends who came all the way from Baso, Agam Regency, West Sumatra to Jakarta to try becoming a superstar, his hidden dream since the Indonesian Idol was held for the first time.
The show was getting merrier. It was proven from the audiences who seemed enthusiastic to fill up the stage area, especially in the front part of the stage. The children dissolved into the show too. Some children watched it on the stage and from the corner of the stage.
I believe, certainly the people’s paradigm in my hometown wouldn’t be that bad without any cause. Now I came to think about it, here was the connection. It was because some government policies and the presence of the businessmen who exploited people brought out the structural poverty. Because they had…
Ibu Ida was still excited to sell her lumpia like the spirit of football spectators. She took part in enlivening the game by selling food inside the stadium. Her aim wasn’t to encourage the team, but to hope that her goods were sold and bought up by the supporters.
However, because the salary is not enough to cover the daily needs, so borrowing money without collateral becomes the endless solution. And the laziness to gather around uttering the pledge every Wednesday has to be put away whether they want to or not.
Skin smells fishy, burnt and moldy. Sharp eye with a thirst looked at to the women across at the pier. They could not stand their mouth to tease them in between long smoke blowed of kretek (clove) cigarettes. About ten crewmembers down one by one from the boat dock just…
Randublatung, a small town in Blora Regency, Central Java, is like a dull pearl on a king’s crown covered by dust. This small town is a part of Cepu Block (oil and gas contract area) and is located in the middle of the best quality teak forest. The community has…
It is called Tanah Hitam (Dark Land). A sub district at the foot of Tui Hill, a lime hill mined by public as a source of life. A terrifying landslide occurred in 1987. The local community called it ‘Galodo’. There were many victims then, and many stories were kept.