ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Second Chance 3

Morning greetings so late at Ujung Banda. Eight o'clock in the morning, usually the campus is still empty, but

not with today. GOR Unsyiah is bustling with new faces from all directions. The sports arena was temporarily the place of surrender

SNMPTN file. The prospective students of class 09 came crammed in front of the main door. Not far from me was a security guard and some regiment members

undergraduates. They seemed overwhelmed by the crowd. I immediately fused with the crowd looking for a crack into the GOR.

I finally got in. The committee had me queue in the second column from the right, the whole column

it consists of five columns. In front of him, each table is available SNMPTN 2009 certification committee. The length of all the columns reaches 20 meters. I was at the very back. Each time of the process takes about a time

guess three minutes. It took me two hours to get to the desk.

Far ahead there are fierce mothers. He held the toa despite screaming. His eyes are observant

overcoming a cheating waiter. His screams were bouncing around inside the hall. I queue patiently, occasionally stomping the soles of the feet so as not to be too sore standing. May time pass by and carry me forward.

Two hours have passed.

Applicants who still want to queue will continue after the afternoon break. Queue closed. The committee will only process the queue

walking, including me. I was in front of another person who was in front of me. He was sitting at the committee table. Not long after I had been sitting in the committee chair. Hand over SNMPTN files and get a test card.

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*Thank you Mas Hasan, my friend for the message and motivation the other day.

We were born into a world of one****** that swim beats not just one or

two, but millions of****** to the egg. Like a man with millions

the one who is in a ship that is wading through the sea of light,

Ocean of Arrahim, Ocean of Arrahman, compassion. Then the ship spilled and

drowned all of it in that ocean. Then swim people

it was between life and death seeking salvation, for at the end was a boat. A boat that was promised. The boat is being fought over by millions of people. Any boat seems to be the perfect boat.

Only with that boat will a victor continue on to the end of the light.

Humans are born perfect. It is not appropriate to be sad and sorry. Time

the longer the world continues, the narrower the world becomes. New people are constantly being born, with better abilities and intelligence, whereas we remain the same. When we remain

Every human being is born with his own destiny. What we get is not

it has to do with the lack of self but how far is hard work and self-motivation. Because every human being has a rizki in his own way. Friends today I'll try to pick up my license. Struggling to pass the official school exam under the State Department of Finance.

Pray for me friend*.

That's the e-mail I sent to a friend in a faraway place. A letter of gratitude and gratitude to

Lord. After sending the letter, I went to the tax office, in the city area, Jalan Daud Beureuh. The day break is over. The office has

open service. I'll drop off the STAN registration papers there leaving the cafe at Darussalam's gate.

Shia Kuala is a land of wind, as far as the eye can see only the expanse of tsunami debris.

Boulders of concrete and empty ponds on a wide expanse.

An expanse that makes the wind always move freely, tendering, frenzied but reconcile the soul. The wind from the sea is like a greeting from the Sun that drowns itself in the ocean. Before the sun disappeared and changed the moon of the ocean transformed into a golden expanse covered with orange horizon.

So beautiful the Creator painted the world

every dusk before Maghrib came, I always witnessed the beauty with a good friend of mine Teuku Dani.

The road to Syah Kuala is small and paved, on the left and right are still empty, the wind is moving

freer. On the side of the road many people lay themselves under the trees

thumbing. A break from all the world. On the beach it looks

many young children playing ball . They're so happy. In that twilight atmosphere me and Teuku Dani always sat watching the village children playing ball, watching the golden sun sink into the sea of light. Me and Teuku Dani often discuss

about our future, our ideals and how best to strive to achieve it.

Me and Teuku Dani same – same will try second chance this year. I'm with SNMPTN and STAN. Dan Teuku Dani takes the UMB (State College Entrance Examination from the Exam Line

Joining Together) and School of Agriculture. We have something in common, too. We studied in the same department on campus. He often gives me help.

I got into his car and went to his house. He doesn't live in a boarding house. Teuku Dani lives with his family in Kampung Keuramat. When we

studying together at his home, Teuku Dani lined me up back to Darussalam, passing through the beautiful twilight in Syiah Kuala. We have been familiar. Teuku Dani's house in Kampong Keuramat is behind the tax office. My office

delivering STAN files.