Festive Collection

EPS 25'S. DUTCH NONE GIRL IN WHITE

Jogjakarta is a city full of memories, if it will bring a deep longing I will not be able to leave Jogja.

Student city, batik city, cultural city, art city, and angkringan. Many names that deserve to be pinned on the city of Jogjakarta Hadiningrat. Many skilled cultural and artists were born from Sri Sultan city

Hemangkubowono, located in Central Java.

Maestro Butet Kartaradajasa, Affandi, Didik Ninik Towok, Soimah and a series of other artists.

Five years (2000-2005), I enjoyed the city of Jogja. Study at one of the State Universities. Like a bird that has escaped from its cage, I am free to flap my wings.

Breathing in free air after studying at High School is quite time-consuming. Before college I studied at Madrasah Aliyah plus boarding school. Morning, afternoon, evening study with ninety percent religious science material. Morning from 07:30-13:00. Daylight

14.30-15.30. The night after Isya prayer at 07.30-21.00. That's my routine, Sunday off at my madrasah.

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Jogja brings a set of happiness, although I can not enjoy every corner of the city of Jogjakarta. Understand students from the lower class, who must be able to fulfill their finances in a month or wait for delivery from my mother.

Minimal money should be enough for living expenses, boarding, college assignments and a little vacation on holidays to Malioboro.

In front of the campus usually me and my friend waiting for Malioboro train car yellow, number sixteen listed on the hood of his car. With three thousand dollars we arrived at the destination.

There are two car tracks that are usually passed through. Cars number seventeen and sixteen.

Car number seventeen through UGM campus route, great campus in student city. Many academics exist in all fields of science.

The route is a little further in my opinion, than the number sixteen car.

Bringharjo Market is an economical choice to buy additional collections of clothes, sandals, underwear, veils, socks, blankets, or bags that start to dull.

In Malioboro just walk around the streets, if it has begun to heat into the big Mall, air conditioner brings comfort in a sweaty body. The aroma of the fragrance is fragrant, mixed with the expensive aroma of bread, and ready-to-eat rice stalls are lined up at every corner of the Mall.

"Holding means buying". Said my friend.

"See the bandrol alone is enough, hehehe".

Bandrols stuck in branded clothing will not be possible to buy. Unless there is a discount. And that is rarely the promo time.

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The nuances of the holy month of Romadhon are very beautiful to me, I include the locator ta'jil free lhooo.... Hehe. Ta'jil is food for breaking the fast. Nimat eats sweet compote, fruit ice, and boxed rice. "Free, halal, and delicious". I murmured in my heart.

The Ramadan committee at the campus mosque faithfully gives ta'jil to its worshipers. Sometimes activities from campus until late afternoon, or evening.

"When we want Maghrib, the time we always look forward to in the fasting month, we go to the mosque. Just open it there, Maghrib prayer continues we continue the meeting". Said Upik my friend who came from East Java, precisely the city of Blitar.

Not long after that Upik and I walked to the mosque which was right in the middle of the campus. "Five minutes to go we're open". His word.

Comfortable campus clean and beautiful with shady trees. Upik and I do not need to wear sandals, campus ceramics and mosque verandas are interconnected.

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My studies are normal, can be passed with normal grades too, not above not below, enough to graduate from my beloved white campus. Until finally in August 2005 my script exam was received with several revisions to be completed.

"Finally graduated too" I thought. Help some friends with reference books.

"Congratulations mba". My underclassman Nisa congratulated me on receiving my script.

"Yes, thanks". My reply.

There is another interesting one from this gudeg city, which is angkringan. Rice stalls are in the afternoon until early morning.

Cat rice, does not mean the rice is like a cat or rice for a cat, I also do not really understand the history. But cat rice has always been an alternative meal at the end of the month the pocket money or meal has been thinned.

It costs a thousand and one, sometimes buy two or one, enough to fill my stomach. If the money is still left in the bag, cat rice plus chicken claw and chicken head.

Angkringan in Jogja are all pepuler and moldy into a cool place to chat in the middle of the night with a breeze of the night.

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Jogja and thousands of memories, still filling the veranda of my memory. Although twenty years have passed.

What power other than love, it turns out I love the city of Jogjakarta after I leave.

I think I can forget everything, but the more I try the stronger it binds and penetrates the realm of my brain.

It flashed in my shadow white campus, streets, friends, Malioboro, Bringharjo, Gajah Mada Unibersitas roundabout, music concert, my meeting with the idol. Prams.

Pramudya Anantan Toer gave his autograph on the book I brought.

One of his works that I brought "Gold-Toothed Mi-Midah". Before putting his signature on it he looked at me and looked at the book I had prepared a blank sheet on.

The book I have was written by nine-year-old Pram. Incredibly old Elementary School could hardly make a great work.

Just a few of Pram's works that I have, even from the results of college or snacks that I can still share to buy books.

I can't afford another Pram book, a tetralogy of "The Human Earth" I borrowed from a friend to read.

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Aahs... Jogja, I have a longing. I miss him so much. At the train station you usually have to wait for my arrival after the semester break is over.

Riding our motorcycle together, thank you love.

The twilight at the train station that day took me around the square of kidul, passing through the Kraton Yogyakarta Hadiningrat then stopped at an angkringan that had begun to rame visitors.

Joss coffee your order has arrived, I look into your eyes with a feeling of longing.

But now, all is gone. I left all the wounds. Kla Project's music brought me to your face that I can no longer touch.

So Beautiful, the poetry of the band Padi melodious in my ears. I miss meeting. Meet you who have entrusted a heart that has become so beautiful.

This longing smile for you who always accompany tired steps, friends thank you for sharing in everything.

Aliful Ma'rifah

Balqis

Yuk Ulil's

Mba Dian Kusuma Dewi's

Yulis

Marisa Ulfa Inayati's

Ulfatissar

Novita Andriani Tea

Neni Nurjanah

And .......

Ivory 14.

Thank you for all the memories.