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If an organization is establish for 30 years, you can imagine the intentions of its founders. So phenomenally when 'the parents', who is an elder of Sabhawana member – the nature explorer club of SMAN 3 Jakarta (3 Public High School Jakarta) – throngs attending the reunion. Fortunately, the event was coincided with the report cards distribution. Thus, their arrivals in SMAN3 were disguised in between passing the parents. And, fortunately again, some of them are also the parents
In its quite old aged – near 50th annual figures – yet the soul and spirit of the alumni are still young. Their spirits, their ideals, and they behavior, seems that they 'forget the old' as they meet and greet with their friends. So, it was really incredible exciting. The past stories was funny, or embarrassing were 'attached' for each person, so jokingly, taunts, and compliment
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On that day, they were also embodying the authenticity as a lover of nature by showing concern to others through blood donations. Their droves to volunteer; so, less than two hours, Red Cross officials raised their hands, they gived up because they ran out of blood bags. Wow!
As a prove that they did not forget the history, they also invited Mr. Matrawi, a former member of Kopassanda (now Kopassus – The Indonesian Special Army Forces) who became the first coach at the beginning of Sabhawana establishment. He is 70 years aged, the long-haired man has a straight looking eyes yet has friendly face.
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As a prove that they did not forget the history, they also invited Mr. Matrawi, a former member of Kopassanda (now Kopassus – The Indonesian Special Army Forces) who became the first coach at the beginning of Sabhawana establishment. He is 70 years aged, the long-haired man has a straight looking eyes yet has friendly face.
Matrawi is the fist coach to young cadets cadets of Sabhawana And, in Sabhawana 30th birthday, he was invited to witness his students who'vw grown into men with proud.
By late afternoon, when all the rituals performed after the birthday, a sudden sense of melancholy seemed to prevailed. It's time to be separated again. Returning to the walls that imprison the separator, and dreaming of another time to meet again. Hopefully tomorrow, hopefully after tomorrow, as they continues to swim across stretches of time until a day when it suddenly run out. Over.
Happy birthday, Sabhawana!.