Sunday, December 25, 2011

Birthday Present

He has always been The Saviour for everyone. For you and for me, for those who choose to believe.

Today is Christmas Day, and the birthdays of so many people I loved. But most of all, this is the birthday of my Mom. One of the people that are really dear to my heart. He gave her a present today. She might not notice it, or she might, I don't know. I didn't want to ask her. Like I said before, He has always been The Saviour, since the world is about to be created, but He saved me today, in a way that we these days called a 'Miracle' or sometimes we understating as merely a 'Coincidence'.

He knows that is anything should ever happen to me, my Mom would be the most miserable. So He gave her this present, saving me from harm. I know by writing this I may not seem grateful for His salvation, but believe me, I do. I DO. I've never really think about this before, but now I know. He saves us everyday. From what we can see and from what we cannot. Sometimes, we demand to SEE, and we tend to believe more if it's visible. John 20:29 said,

"29Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed."

I'm so sorry for being not entirely a 'Thomas', I guess. I wish I don't have to SEE it first.. I hope this really could change me to be someone better.. and that, is a Christmas present for me from Him. And although He has given so much, He still does. So say what you will, but He certainly is my Saviour :)

Thank You for the (present)s..

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Who's The Hero?

Familiar with the word 'villain'? Well, here's what villain is according to http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Villain :


villain is an "evil" character in a story, whether a historical narrative or, especially, a work of fiction. The villain usually is the bad guy, the character who fights against the hero. A female villain is sometimes called a villainess. Random House Unabridged Dictionary defines villain as "a cruelly malicious person who is involved in or devoted to wickedness or crime; scoundrel; or a character in a play, novel, or the like, who constitutes an important evil agency in the plot."


We watched so many Hero movies. In fact, we have plenty of the well-known ones, such as Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Daredevil, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Fantastic 4, Power Puff Girls, Teen Titans, Megamind, even Ben 10. So many I couldn't even mention each and every one of it without browsing through Google.


So, what do Heroes do?
They save the world, obviously.
The matter of how they do it, what power they have, with whom they work with, it's just a variation; Saving the world, that's the goal.


But,
saving the world from who?


Here comes the villain, or villains. For every hero, there's at least one nemesis that he/she keep on fighting endlessly, no?


Anyway, here's what bugs me,
Have you ever notice that some villains say that they want to destroy the world, THIS world?


I do.
And that makes me wonder. Hey, dude, you live in THIS world. So why you wanna ruin your own home? If the world are destroyed, where would you live? Freak.


I used to think that way.
But then I realized...
We, humans, are not so much different that those villains.
We live here, in this earth, in this world, but we--with many hows, slowly but sure--putting a stake through Mother Earth's heart. Slowly, painfully.


And we still don't reckon ourselves as 'evil'.
We see those who rape, kill, get drunk every minute, doing drugs, steal, and we say they're evil for taking the rights of other people and stuff. But we never really realized that we, together, are contributing to destroy this world we live in.


So... if we are the villains, who's the hero?
The hero lies within us.
We are our own worst enemy, after all.
If we don't try to fight, we will lose. And this battle is endless, it carries on until the day we die. Nobody said it's going to be easy, but we can start slow. We don't have to be like Megamind, who turned 180 degrees and all, but we can.


Let's start now. Be a hero for your HOME :)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Comparison

Have you ever be compared to?
Do you like it?
Well, I suppose it doesn't bother too much if we're on the 'good' side of the road, if you're the one with more skill, more beauty, more diligence, more everything positive (or so they thought).
But what happens when you're the one that's lacking all of the above?

I've never had a sister in my whole life.
And luckily, my Mom and Dad, never seem to compare me with other kids.
They're never, like, "Look, that child is pretty, you should dress up more often like her." or, "Hey, you should be more like your cousin, she's very smart, she has a job now, and she's only 2 years older than you." or blah blah BS. So, yes, I AM very lucky to have parents like them :)

But hey, what do you know, now I'm living with my Grandma, and guess what!
SHE LIKES TO COMPARE ME WITH OTHER COUSINS!
Nice isn't it? NOT.

She always blahblah about how cousin A could cook, how cousin B had a job, how cousin C is now on internship program in Aussie and got $10 per hour. Well, you can say that I'm okay with what she compared me to on cousin B and C, but I can't stand it when she compare me with cousin A. I know her. She, how perfect she may be to her (Gran's), ought to have weaknesses too. Gran's doesn't know her like I do, so, to be compared to her, made me frown and laughless this morning.

So what if I can't cook? Would you like me better if I cook?
This also reminds me that, hey, I don't have many things to brag about.
I can't even drive a car properly. And I can't cook. And I don't have a job. And I go to university here, in Jakarta, not in Aussie or UK or Neverland.

Yes, my English is kinda fluent for someone who never sign up for any English course, but then she's from China, she'd expect me to be fluent in Chinese. She doesn't care if I could speak and write and read English. SHE CAN'T.

Not that I complain what I can and cannot do, but I just hate the thought that I am not what people want me to be. And don't get me wrong, I DON'T want to be what THEY WANT me to be. But isn't that mean that they don't love me for the way I am? I wish people would just stop judging me for what I can and cannot do and live with it. Because I am me. I don't know how to be somebody else. Nobody taught me to be somebody I'm not. And for this, I'm thanking my Parents for such a great job. Thank you Mom and Dad, for loving me the way I am. Me, who can't cook. Me, who can't drive properly. Me, who don't seem to have any special pluses and skills. Me, who you can't brag about. Me.

And I don't want this post to make people think that I have an evil Grandma. She's not evil. She's not annoying most of the time, she just likes to compare, and I happen to hate that.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Who Knows?

Where will I be in the next 6 years?
In 2017?

In a private island of my own, drinking lemon squash?
In this exact house, with nothing to do?
Travelling around the world, with no real place to call home?
In a quiet village on the mountains, enjoying a simple, private life?
There's so many possibilities.. So many maybes..

Is there even gonna be 2017??

That's the question that made me write this post, actually. Just a few minutes ago, a friend of mine, an acquaintance to be exact, tweeted that in 2017, everyone will already have a microchip planted, an anti-Christ chip.. This truly frightens me. Once or twice I slept on thinking about this. It actually scares me more than "Apocalypse on 2012" thing.

Now. Either it's 2012 or 2017, I know I'd still be around. So here's what I thought; if those things people saying about either 2012 or 2017 was right, it's NOT FAIR. It's not fair, at all..

My Gramps, my Great Greatgramps, and so on, got to live their life to the end of their 'line'.. Then why should apocalypse happen in or before MY LINE of life? WHY? I mean, I have a right to live my life to the day I should die. Yes, it's true that my end of line COULD possibly be the apocalypse itself, but still... I'd like to die normally. Don't you? Die of old age.. Die of disease (not that I want this one, but.. at least it's normal), et cetera.

So, why do (now dead or going to be dead soon) people got to live their life until they really die, but I don't? It simply isn't fair. And yes, I know that we are humans. Life isn't fair, because we aren't born satisfied. But I am still human, I couldn't help but feeling cheated, unfair. And there's nothing I can do about this.

But I thought again. Who made those rumours? Why? Well. I can tell you that I don't know. And yes, this earth is weakening by each minute.. Humans are getting more obnoxious and evil by day.. Problems swivel around, changing arch of smiles to arch of anger or sorrow. Frowns are all we see most days.

But there's still hope.

You see, if HE wanted us dead, we'd already be.
But I suppose if I could write this post, and you could read it, we're not dead, at least not yet.
But still, we're not.
So I thought, there's so many problems around me, and this one doesn't seem like something that I could fix for the whole world.. So I think I'll just leave it to Him. I know that I am cared for. He cares for me more than anybody in this world could. He also cares for the people that I care for. So, I should just leave it up to him, and do my days as best as I could.

And who knows what'll happen in 2012 or 2017?
No one does.
But some things I know for sure;
I'm GREATLY-maintained for I am His dear. And MAYBE,

maybe I'm gonna get that private island and resort, after all ;)

Who knows, right?

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Unsaid

Aku berjalan keluar dari ruangan itu. Membawa buket bunga yang indah, baju putihku terjuntai ke bawah. Bajuku tidak panjang, hanya cukup panjang untuk menutupi sepatu tinggiku yang juga berwarna putih. Hari itu aku bahagia. Sangat bahagia.

***

Aku berjalan di sisinya, tersipu-sipu karena dia mau kuajak pergi berduaan saja bersamaku. Aku meminta ia menemaniku ke Mal. Dalihku, aku minta ditemani ke toko buku. Klise? Ya, biarlah. Bagus kalau dia langsung tau kalau aku menyimpan perasaan untuknya. Semalaman kemarin aku tidak tidur nyenyak. Hatiku terus berlomba, memikirkan apa yang akan aku lakukan, apa yang akan aku katakan padanya siang itu. Begini, aku mencoba untuk mengatakan padanya bahwa aku menyukainya. Tapi, aku... takut. Ya, wajar.

Tanpa sadar kami sudah sampai di toko buku yang kumaksud. Aku dan dia masuk, mencari buku yang aku inginkan (Hei, ini sungguhan, bukan dalih! Aku memang perlu buku itu.) dan segera membayarnya karena aku lihat dia tidak tertarik dengan buku-buku tersebut. Ia terlihat.. agak cemas? Aku tidak yakin. Kami keluar dari toko buku itu lalu aku bertanya padanya apakah ia mau makan siang dulu. Ia tidak langsung menjawab, tapi kemudian toh kami duduk makan juga di sebuah bistro.

Setelah kami menyelesaikan makanan kami, aku merasakan degup jantungku menjadi semakin cepat. Aku berkata pada diriku, "Inilah saatnya.", "Kalau bukan sekarang, kapan lagi.", dan sebagainya. Dan ternyata perkataan seperti itu bukannya menenangkanku, malah membuatku semakin tegang. Aku bisa merasakan ujung jari kakiku mendingin dibalik flat shoes tertutup yang kupakai. Begitu juga dengan telapak tanganku yang terasa berkeringat dingin. Akhirnya, setelah kami selesai bercanda, sesuatu keluar dari mulutku.

"Trey, kamu suka sama Naya, ya?" kata tiba-tiba. Aku sendiri kaget.
Trey dan Naya, dua-duanya temanku. Teman se-gengku. Kami bertujuh. Tapi belakangan ini aku selalu merasa kalau mereka saling suka. Dan itu membunuhku perlahan. Harusnya aku tidak menanyakan tentang Naya pada saat itu, harusnya aku menyatakan perasaanku padanya. Tapi... ah. Begitu banyak tapi.

Trey diam. Memperhatikan raut wajahku. 
Lalu ia bertanya, "Loh, kok tiba-tiba bilang begitu?"
"Heiii, kan aku duluan yang tanya.. Jangan tanya balik." balasku sambil tersenyum jahil.
Trey diam. Lagi. Ia mengangguk. Pelan. Tapi aku bisa melihatnya mengangguk.
"...Jangan bilang apa-apa ke Naya, ya. Tolong." katanya sambil tersenyum lemah.
Sekarang giliran aku yang diam.
Beberapa saat diisi dengan keheningan, hanya suara orang-orang yang lalu-lalang samar terdengar, sebelum akhirnya aku tertawa. 

Ya. Aku tertawa.

Trey melihatku bingung. Kemudian, ia pun ikut tertawa.
"Lah, sekarang malah ketawa." katanya di sela-sela tawanya yang manis. Tawa yang selalu ingin ku lihat untukku.
"Tuh kan.. Aku biasanya memang hebat dalam menebak hal-hal seperti ini." Kataku pura-pura bangga. Pura-pura gembira. Pura-pura.
Kami diam lagi untuk beberapa saat, sebelum akhirnya aku memutuskan untuk menyudahi duduk-duduk kami dan berjalan ke mobil. Saat itu, aku berterima kasih pada Tuhan karena aku membawa mobilku sendiri.
"Jadi, kamu tidak mau bilang pada Naya.. ehm.. kalau kamu suka sama dia?" Kataku cepat. Tidak ada yang tau rasanya mengucapkan itu dari lidah sendiri.
Ia menggeleng.
"Tidak. Kurasa kami lebih baik berteman. Aku... Aku tidak akan bisa banyak bersamanya, kamu tau kan? Aku tidak mau dia terluka karena jarak." Katanya sendu. Sampai saat aku menulis ini, aku masih ingat wajahnya. Betapa terlukanya. Betapa sedihnya. Just like me.

Dibalik itu semua, aku tersenyum di depan.
"Trey, kamu mau menyerah cuma karena jarak? A wise man once said, you can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel. Jarak? Aku rasa jarak bukan sesuatu yang berarti kalau kau benar-benar sayang dia."
Trey melihatku. Ia memelukku. Untungnya ia tidak merasakan degup jantungku karena miliknya sibuk berdegup untuk wanita lain. Teman baikku.

Trey mengucapkan terima kasih padaku. Ia melihat dalam-dalam ke bola mataku, tapi tidak menemukan apapun di sana kecuali penguatan. Aku tau, sebab setelah itu ia langsung berlari meninggalkanku.

Aku masih berdiri di tempat itu. Orang yang lalu-lalang tidak memperhatikanku begitu rupa. Mungkin mereka mengira aku sedang melamun, menunggu seseorang. Ya, mereka tidak sepenuhnya salah. Aku memang sedang menunggu, menunggu Trey menghilang dari jarak pandangku. Menunggu. Menunggu. Menunggu kalau-kalau Trey berbalik dan menyatakan cinta kepadaku.

Tapi ia tidak pernah berbalik.

***

Jadi di sinilah aku. Berdiri di belakang para tamu yang menghadap ke altar, memegang buket bunga itu. Seseorang menepuk pundakku dari belakang. Aku berbalik.
Aku tersenyum melihatnya, melihat kebahagiaannya. Ia sungguh cantik hari ini.
Aku memberikan buket itu padanya, dan berjalan di belakangnya.

Seperti aku bilang tadi, hari ini aku sangat bahagia. Aku bahagia melihat dua orang yang kusayangi saling mencintai satu sama lain. Bahagia mengetahui bahwa aku yang telah menyatukan mereka.

Naya melihatku dari balik cadar pengantinnya. Tersenyum bahagia.
Trey melihatku dari altar, ia tersenyum. Ia bahagia.

Jadi aku juga tersenyum. Seolah aku juga.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Perfect is Overrated


What is 'perfect' to you? How would you describe a perfect spouse? How would you describe a perfect life? Body? Face? Achievements? Yes, we call something perfect when it's just as we want.

Perfect is not a condition, it's an opinion. So when people say "Nothing is perfect" or "Nobody's perfect" it's merely a suggestion that indicates not everything we want, we get. Sad, but, hey, that's life! After all, "nothing's perfect", no? ;p

Thursday, July 14, 2011

I'm Moving

Yeah, I might've failed to mention this to my friends that I'm moving. Yeah, I'm gonna leave this house, which I grew up in for like almost 20 years. So.. yeah. I'm pretty upset, sad, disappointed, and blahblah. I have tried, I have! I tried listing the positives in my mind, but it just didn't work. I hate leaving this blue house :(
And now my mom is yelling at me because I'm playing computer :s

Well, the reason why I didn't tell you guys in the first place, is probably because I didn't feel like it was the right time :/ and I.. I think I just don't want to believe this, I'm still hoping this would never happen. But.. It's happening. Like, right now. So. Yeah. See you, I guess.

:'(

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Pointillist Point of View

Have you ever heard of pointillism? Well, just in case you haven't, I searched it on Wikipedia and here it goes,

"Pointillism is a technique of painting in which small, distinct dots of pure color are applied in patterns to form an image. Georges Seurat developed the technique in 1886, branching from Impressionism. The term Pointillism was first coined by art critics in the late 1880s to ridicule the works of these artists, and is now used without its earlier mocking connotation."

So, basically, pointillism is a technique of making something out of dots, or points, if you will. And the output is called 'pointillist'. Haha. Anyways, I was making one the other day, before this holiday of course. It was sort of like a never ending homework, that's how it felt -_- I'll show you mine later, but here's something for an example.. *psst, this are NOT MINE*

OKAY, it's a REALLY COOL example, right? And yes, it IS made out of DOTS! So, here's how I make mine,
1. Choose a theme
2. Think of everything that matches to that theme and search for the picture, anyway or anything you like
3. Arrange the pictures in a piece of paper, the size is any size you please
4. Tape the arranged pictures in that paper
5. Use another paper (same size as the first one) and trace those pictures to this new paper
6. Let's dotting!

See how everything is arranged so delicately at the beginning?

While I was dotting, it hit me. The Pointillist Point of View. What is that? That is just something I made up on my own, but here it goes.

Our life are so much like Pointillists. We are those dots. Little black dots. Sometimes that made us feel unimportant, made us feel so small, useless. But we have to know that we helped form something, something that we cannot understood. Well, not yet anyway. God has plans for us. We are not a mistake He made, because everything is already planned ahead, planned before we were created. We are those little dots, we cannot see what He's trying to make, we cannot know for sure why He's putting us in that particular place, we don't know why, why, why. But we gotta have faith for what He's doing. He's gonna make a one very ubercool pointillist ;)

And if we ever get cocky about our spot, our life, just remember, we are nothing but tiny dot He put inside His majestic work of art.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I Just Wanna Write

So, this is basically the second time I made a blog, err, correction, a Blogger blog. My first blog is a Blogger too, then I made a new one on Multiply, but I can't figure the things and the blahs so, I made another blog, with the same account on Blogger but then I deleted it because I just don't know what is the function of that blog. So, basically this is my third--not second--blog, in Blogger, with a different account.

So, why am I doing this? I don't know. I guess I just wanted a new start. A fresh start. That old blog of mine, sure it's great, full of memories and everything else--mostly abandoned now--but that's just why I gotta move on. Whenever I open that blog, I just can't stop myself from wanting to read the older posts. And guess what? It's always the same story. Reminiscing. Remembering old times. Then wondering. WHAT IF. What if this, what if that, blah blah. So, yeah, I think I deserve a new, a fresh, and refreshing start. Well, whatever. So, this is sort of like my diary, online, I guess.