Sebab Mereka Hanya Menjual Ilmu

Kemampuan seseorang tanpa ajaran pengampu bisa dikategorikan bodoh atau lebih sopan tidak kompeten.

Unsur-unsur yang diterapkan harus mengacu pada sebuah asas penilaian atau yang sering ditutur oleh para bajingan adalah skor.

Menjunjung tinggi pemikiran kritis katanya, harus mengacu pada nilai dan norma yang berlaku katanya.

Kadang mereka tertawa disaat satu-satunya perintah adalah mendapat nilai terbaik.

Apakah sebuah kompetensi seorang harus diukur oleh kemapuan menjawab soal ujian? Atau melalui kemampuan dalam menghafal materi?

Itulah kenapa dia menjadi peminta atau yang sering disebut budak institusi tukang contek.

Setiap hari diwajibkan untuk mengikuti, mendengar dan mengerjakan. Setiap minggu ditagih dan setiap semester dituntut. Bukankah kita hanya mencari? Mencari ilmu yang dijual oleh mereka. Kadang mampu dan kadang merintih, tak tersirat sebenarnya.

Menghormati seseorang bukan berarti menjadi tunduk dan diam layaknya babu. Menghargai pendapat dan masukan merupakan hal yang wajib diteladani. Seharusnya berlaku disemua elemen institusi dan mirisnya apakah mahasiswa dianggap sebagai pelanggan?

Seberapa besar dan seberapa penting sebuah kompetensi seseorang? Seberapa besar niat mereka memberi sedang mereka sukar menerima?

Sebenarnya, apakah mengajar sama dengan mendidik?

Coba perhatikan sedikit dan pikirkan sejenak. Dimana hak yang dimaksud ketika sistem masih membedakan status?

Silent tears counterpart vulgar smiles

Everybody has taken their chance to be born

But no one has ever despised it.

Everybody should have taken their decision

But no one would gamble to spit.

                        They have ruled upon.

                        Once they took the execution,

                        They still want the abomination.

                        Should someone defy their showdown?

They indeed smile upon tears

For too many years.

Silencing every move to defend their loved ones

And banish every awareness.

                        Greed always drives to fight,

                        It never takes any objection

                        Nor believe any obligation.

                        To shine over one’s right.

They wear tie and fancy suits,

They sleep with many cameras,

While other wear rotten dress

And fight for their tears.

                       

Queen’s eyes

In several times she comb her light-brown hair,

Sometimes she did not at all.

In several occasions she stare at the stair

Without seeing a thing at all.

                                   

                                    The scenery is emphasize its awe eveywhere,

                                    While everyone is busy to stare.

                                    The Queen never stops give her share,

                                    Yet she insists not to go there.

Today is one day she expects to cry

She wants to try it harder,

While yesterday she expect herself to pry

And never she did such character.

                                   

                                    Earlier she burst her tears out

                                    She never ease her eyes without,

                                    Just thirty minutes later she found out

                                    Her sight finally come out.

There's a Life and the Knife

Happy to forget about something that I don't even want to say for now

Can you hear me?

People hates the hatred, people likes to fake it

There's a lot in my mind. They come and go and come and go again.

They like a  bunch of picture from the past when I'm trying to remember or forget

There's a little pretty girl, there's a music, and everything comes on the ground of my brain

There's a life, and the knife.

But I don't want to go out and stab anything that I've got to hate

I just want to sing it all, sing it all night long, night and day

Until somebody comes to tell me it's wrong

or they don't care about anything at all

I will understand

Yes, I will understand.

But I will never stop to sing, never hates the hatred, and never likes to fake it.

And it could be a mistake.

Maze

Time's not on my side

This is always "I'm so big and you're so small"

But, well, you're pretty

And I'm so kind

I'm laughing while my head is such a hell

for nothing

Sleep, Baby, sleep.

And lift your head up when I call your name

You need to go, Pretty Picture

I'm on a maze,

So, what about you?

Because I don't want to spell out the love is in your pretty eyes