Hi,,, You’re Reading My 100th Post


I attended one of the twitter account that the traffic was fairly heavy for an account domiciled abroad are almost 100% of his followers from Indonesia. All segments of the follower is here, from an activist, politically literate, politically blind, insane politics, students, practitioners, lecturers, researchers, the rich to the masses. Until now it has reached tweet more than 3000 and I think the most qualified and crunchy chew. This account of the habits of prayer in each of his 1000 tweets, hoping that both beneficial and rewarding poor and have his sins forgiven.

Learning from the above account, I tried to reflect back what I’ve done on this account. Beginning to create a blog, motivated for the many things I find around me.

When the wisdoms that met every day is only collected in the head ..
when the lessons of life are faced every day just face it ..
only would such a scattering of dry leaves, which will end up in exile ..
when every leaf has a meaning, has a story, a lesson ..
hopefully this can be a set of meanings for any avalanches of dry leaves that have passed ..

May the spirit of giving meaning in each trace, and any minimum benefit that can be maintained up to now and later. Although admittedly, often writing a personal condition that is uploaded smelly and too emotional. No problem, this is my home, this is my page, which at least, could be a reservoir of ideas and record it in writing.

Almost every post comes from an event, or series of events that I experienced myself, my friends experience, even other people out there the middle of nowhere in nature. During the lesson, as long as there’s nothing wrong lessons contain it.  Had also thought about moving to another account that seemed more interesting, but the intention was undone as it turns out to wordpress is quite useful if the optimal use.

Some facts about this blog:
– The first article of this blog is uploaded in March 2012 with the first article about the Sundanese Cultural Character.
– Age blog has been almost two years, and having a vacuum about a year because the owner forgot to have a site account here. Hehe .. :-p
– To date, there have been 100 posts were uploaded, with a total of 480 comments, 320 spam, and 628 follow that faithful to read the   writing on this blog. thank you ..
– The most frequently read posts from this blog is this, followed by this to the second post.
– There have been AN articles published in national web is this 
– Posts in this blog is made within one year

This blog’s got two more awards

Finally, let me say a prayer. Hopefully, all the good that is in this paper brings the benefits for me and anyone else who reads the stream until Allah reward to the author. And hopefully, each vanity is in a letter written just before the goods God forgive, and God forgive the author. Ameen ..
For each of his letters will be my responsibility for accountability, because that’s what I hope was his blessing.

Nunukan, June 19 – 2012

Acep Aprilyana

Abie & His GrandFather


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Balonggandu was just a village, a small village once isolated. wilderness is it blanket. peace and quiet is the pulse. foreigners will think a thousand times to stay in Balonggandu, if they just imagine it and watch it from a distance. However, when both feet have trod rural lands, the heart was going to fall over time as well. by the friendliness of the villagers, by their sincerity, by their tranquility and peace of their life. Its spirit is unity, its breathing is harmony, its soul is truth. its dress is simplicity. its robe is resignation. Its friend is patience.

if Balonggandu not have it all, its just a small village that is not worthy to mention. dispose of the memory is better than the brain expects to mention its name. no decent story to tell. no news of interest to be disclosed. wiped off the map and the brain is better for it. may be erased from the earth is a glorious destiny for it.

However, Balonggandu comes with beauty and charm. worthy of his name was mentioned. the life of the village is interesting to say from generation to generation. So the generation that preceded it can give the message, advice, and warning to future generations. about how one should live life and the life which the light of love, longing, and affection into its blanket, while truth and holiness into is clothes.

fate has been spinning and embroidery threads, thereby setting in Balonggandu life of a family consisting only of a kid and his grandfather. they lived in the old house, the house at the tip and closest to the forest. most of the walls of the house the bottom made of boards, while other parts the top made of woven bamboo. the roof is so dull, although it still looks solid. poles, too. on the back of the above, some have cracked roof tiles. surely the rain would come in and wet the ground floor. there is the rear entrance of the house, a door that directly connects with the hills behind the house. courtyard decorated with grass that looks diligently cut and the flowers are arranged neatly. house that faces north it seems to only be called an old shack. but in this old shack is where the real  story begins.

if it were not for the old hut inhabited by Abie and his grandfather, might be better just destroyed the hut, because that house was the smallest among the houses that exist in Balonggandu. even if so, from this old shack bright light appeared, where the light is brighter than sunlight, That’s because the light that emanates from Abie. the stars seemed to give a smile to Abie, Abie’s smile make the moon blushing embarrassment.

This hut, since Abie was born until now still like it. the grandfather was reluctant to fix it. other than financial factors, the shed is a form of memories. memories be remembered that if in fact will only bring pain and sorrow. painful memories of two deaths. The first death is the death of Ainah – beloved wife of abie’s grandfather  – and the second death is the death of Oom Romlah – Abie’s mother -.-  Abie mother died seventeen days after she gave birth to Abie, while his father, after the death of his wife .. he left Abie. Abie he entrusts to his grandfather.  and he never returned.


Thus, when the pines have grown, he has lost some shading. His mother is the umbrella that protects from rain and His father is a roof that prevents it from sunburn. Abie caresses grow without affection. the role of mother and father were replaced by his grandfather. how grief is an impression, a way of life must continue. sense of loss was so strong, so the days turned into months that have passed, never passed without Abie asked his grandfather, “When will they be back? Where father and mother go? Whether  the dead will live again?”

days turned into months, and years were counted. his grandfather had tried to portray himself as a father and a mother to Abie. when he played himself a father, he teach him how to be a man, Abie was introduced to the forest, the trees are thick, the rivers, the rocks, the wild animals, the rain, the sun, the fields. because of this teaching, Abie grow as a solid pine, which has a tiger muscles, with the spotlight shade and sharp eyes like a hawk. — and when he plays himself as a mother, he taught the meaning and form of love and tenderness. , Abie was introduced to moon and stars, to white clouds, to flowers that grow in bloom, He showed the beauty of roses to the two eyes of Abie and fragrant of jasmine aroma to the olfactory of Abie. he also taught how to cook rice, fried side dishes, cooking vegetables, knitting and mending clothes.

all this forms of teaching are able to be well received by Abie.

to be continued

Aunty to She, Letter no.1

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Dear …

Do not need I say more that I’m now in charge of your life. your happiness is my happiness, your sadness is my cry. read the two letters that you sent, a sense of sadness changed into pleased. I’m glad you were able to eliminate the grief and despair, and your heart began to blend with the countryside.

but, I do not like reading the last line of your second letter. do not get your pleasure just turn your heart  from me and your father. We always miss you. be careful with both feet. experience shows that rarely stepped foot into rice field land will susceptibility to diseases. do not let the disease affects to your beautiful feet. be careful with grass and leaves, because it could hurt the soft skin of your hands. your beautiful face do not to be dull because of sunburn. do not let your lips dry out, because your lips was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen of all women. not to tangle your hair, because your hair was the calm glow of the earth from the sun. do not you let your eyes are like deer‘s eyes reddened or exposed to dust, because the sky will cry if it happens to your eyes. not to hurt your beauty, because the earth would be sad if that happens.