Those Dingy Newspapers

That day was sunday. A free-schedule sunday that I don't have anything to do but relax. It was a pretty sunday. Chirping birds in the morning, sun shines so bright I can see its ray thru the glassy window in my second floor house.

My dad owns a grocery store in our little small, peaceful town. We have a second floor in our house, its initial purpose is actually to provide more space for us to sleep at night, bedrooms. But eventually it ended up into a warehouse, where we put stock of products we're about to sell. This room is undisputedly dirty and dusty. When you step on its floor, you can see layers of dust smeared on your soles. Goods are arranged, here and there, properly organized but seldom been cleaned or at least swept. It's quite dusty so that it'll affect your respiratory. In a simple way, this warehouse is not a cozy place to spend your time.

Yet at that sundays, ever since early morning, I'd been sitting there, oh no, squatting there like a squirrel. There's a pile of old-and-late unsold newspaper my dad bought from another grocery store in the city faraway from our town. Dad bought it to sell it again as wrappings. But for me, those piles of dingy newspapers are treasure. There are a lot of information I can get from it, while others would only see it as meaningless papers. I'll snuck myself there, sitting there for hours. I don't care about dirt and dust, whether the newspapers are out to date already. I got hunger of information and knowledge that I need to satisfy. And there I was, spending my time since dawn to dusk, flipping pages after pages, sometimes forgot to take a bath and even have breakfast and lunch. Just to read.

That moment, unconsciously I enrich my insight about the world that's rolling outside. I don't have to go anywhere to know about these stuff, I just need to read. And that time I realize, how precious it is to be able to get knowledge through reading....

Good Afternoon People, I Finally Write!

Hey!
At least that's how people call others when they met a person they recognize. And this is also the way that i call you, my readers, in a way that i want you to recognize me, and hoping that i will know you too.

Hi people, this is me, my name is Arif, a middle name but that is how people call me. I'm a Javanese living in Central Java city of Semarang, a very humid, hot and crowded city, but you must see its beauty yourself. I am now a student, or at least that is how people call someone who study in a college. Yes, I'm attending college now, studying International Relations in Wahid Hasyim University. It's a small private university but very rapidly growing towards an international level university.

And this is my blog. Well, this isn't the first time that i tried to write my own blog. But this is the first time that i finally manage to make it! Before this, i made several times of effort to make my own blog. Not that i failed to do so, i'm just too lazy to open it for one more other times. So here i am, writing one more blog, spending another space of blogspot, invading one other url or name of blogspot, and shoo-ing others who wants to take this same name.

You know what, when i get to decide the name of this blog, i wrote my two first name: Wahyu and Arif. Then of course i add blogspot and dot com. But, ... the name is not available. It might have been taken by someone else, may also be me in my past. If it is, then i hate you hey past-Arif.

I've been spending my life thinking and writing, yes i am writing in my head sentences and may also be stories but i never really get a chance to make it into a real stuff like this. And i never really think that people will also want to read what i think about. Even i never realize that what i think would really matter. Now that i realize it matters, i try to write. Write something, to the east, to the west, up and down, running and whirling and swirling of words and turn into sentences that others might find it useful or may be interesting. So here i am, writing. A writing that i believe will someday be in a way for me, for others, for people, for world, that it will be matter...