My feeling said yes, my logic said definitely NO.
If I let my feeling wins, my logic lost.
Then stupidity will haunt me forever
If I let my logic wins, I'lost my comfort.
But, is it a kind of comformity I'm looking for?
Am I happy with that kind of comformity?
Is is a comformity anyway?
I think I have to fight for my logic
By the end, I'll find my true comfort anyway
Rabu, 27 Agustus 2008
Selasa, 26 Agustus 2008
Chinese Funeral
Kemaren gw pergi ke pemakamannya bokap ex staff kantor gw. Gw gak kenal si sama orangnya, karena dia pindah sebelum gw masuk. Rumah duka yang gw datengin itu ada di daerah Jakarta Utara gitu deh. Pertama gw dateng ke rumah duka, agak kaget juga karena kok tempatnya terang benderang gitu. Gw mikirnya bakal ada tangisan msal di begitu bnayak rumah duka yang ada tenryata enggak.
Rumah duka bokap ex staff kantor gw itu ada di lantai dua. Pas di lantai satu aja gw udah amaze ngeliat rumah duka-rumah duka yang sepertinya fully booked. Pertama, bayak banget makanan. Kedua, gw gak ngeliat orang nangis2. Ketiga. Bajunya pada anyantei abis gitu, dari mulai celana pendek sampe rok mini.
Naeklah gw ke ruang duka yang dituju. Ternyata karena almarhum penganut budha, lagi ada upacara gitu deh. Trus gw merhatiin sekeliling. Sebagian tamu emang ada yang ngikutin upacara budhanya, tapi bnayak juga yang duduk2 di kursi deretan belakang, makan kacang, roti atau jeruk yang disediain di beberapa meja. Wah... kok seperti kantin msal rumah duka ini. ditambah ada kulkas juga. Di dalemnya ada kue apem sama bakpao. Temen gw sempet cekikikan sendiri. APs di mobil dia baru tanya apa tuh makanan di kulkas bayar atau enggak, hehehehe. Udah gitu, pas kita masuk ruang duka, ada penerima tamu dan tempat masukin uang. Gw hampir jedang begitu yang nerima tamu nyodorin kartu dijepret permen sebagai ucapan terima kasih. Huaaa kok kayak kawinan.
Gw langsung sms temen gw yang chinese nanyain kok acara berduka cerah begini. Dia bilang, tergantung apakah keluarganya masih cina totok atau engga. Kalo yang totok emang dibikin cerah tapi abis itu 40 hari pake kaen karung. Kalo di tempat ex staff kantor gw sih yang berduka pake atasan putih, bawahan item trus semacam iketan di tangannya. Di ruang duka lantai bawah gw liat yang lebih meriah lagi, soalnya ada boneka2 dewa gitu terus langit2nya digantungin semacam spanduk pake tulisan cina besar2. Temen kantor gw yang ikut pergi trus sempet cerita, di salah satu ruang duka di pojok, peti matinya itu kayak peti mati Cina yang bentuknya kuno melengkung gitu. jadi pas mereka mau ke wc yang ada di belakang itu, dia ngebayangin jangan2 ada vampir ngeloncat dari tuh peti kayak di film2, huehehehehehehe.
Waktu temen gw yang batak kristen meninggal, acara nangis2nya heboh gitu. Apalagi pas penguburan karena nangisnya pada histeris. Waktu bokapnya temen gw yang Jawa katolik meninggal, gw ke rumah duka. Ya suasananya kelam gitu tapi gak terlalu menjerit-jerit. Sebagai moslem, gw biasa dateng ke pemakaman yang semua prosesnya cepet. Malem meninggal, besok pagi atau siang dah dimakamin. Ada yang nangis, tapi gak histeris2 amat. Pengalaman dateng ke chinese funeral pertama kali buat gw menambah khasanah pengetahuan gw tentang budaya
Rumah duka bokap ex staff kantor gw itu ada di lantai dua. Pas di lantai satu aja gw udah amaze ngeliat rumah duka-rumah duka yang sepertinya fully booked. Pertama, bayak banget makanan. Kedua, gw gak ngeliat orang nangis2. Ketiga. Bajunya pada anyantei abis gitu, dari mulai celana pendek sampe rok mini.
Naeklah gw ke ruang duka yang dituju. Ternyata karena almarhum penganut budha, lagi ada upacara gitu deh. Trus gw merhatiin sekeliling. Sebagian tamu emang ada yang ngikutin upacara budhanya, tapi bnayak juga yang duduk2 di kursi deretan belakang, makan kacang, roti atau jeruk yang disediain di beberapa meja. Wah... kok seperti kantin msal rumah duka ini. ditambah ada kulkas juga. Di dalemnya ada kue apem sama bakpao. Temen gw sempet cekikikan sendiri. APs di mobil dia baru tanya apa tuh makanan di kulkas bayar atau enggak, hehehehe. Udah gitu, pas kita masuk ruang duka, ada penerima tamu dan tempat masukin uang. Gw hampir jedang begitu yang nerima tamu nyodorin kartu dijepret permen sebagai ucapan terima kasih. Huaaa kok kayak kawinan.
Gw langsung sms temen gw yang chinese nanyain kok acara berduka cerah begini. Dia bilang, tergantung apakah keluarganya masih cina totok atau engga. Kalo yang totok emang dibikin cerah tapi abis itu 40 hari pake kaen karung. Kalo di tempat ex staff kantor gw sih yang berduka pake atasan putih, bawahan item trus semacam iketan di tangannya. Di ruang duka lantai bawah gw liat yang lebih meriah lagi, soalnya ada boneka2 dewa gitu terus langit2nya digantungin semacam spanduk pake tulisan cina besar2. Temen kantor gw yang ikut pergi trus sempet cerita, di salah satu ruang duka di pojok, peti matinya itu kayak peti mati Cina yang bentuknya kuno melengkung gitu. jadi pas mereka mau ke wc yang ada di belakang itu, dia ngebayangin jangan2 ada vampir ngeloncat dari tuh peti kayak di film2, huehehehehehehe.
Waktu temen gw yang batak kristen meninggal, acara nangis2nya heboh gitu. Apalagi pas penguburan karena nangisnya pada histeris. Waktu bokapnya temen gw yang Jawa katolik meninggal, gw ke rumah duka. Ya suasananya kelam gitu tapi gak terlalu menjerit-jerit. Sebagai moslem, gw biasa dateng ke pemakaman yang semua prosesnya cepet. Malem meninggal, besok pagi atau siang dah dimakamin. Ada yang nangis, tapi gak histeris2 amat. Pengalaman dateng ke chinese funeral pertama kali buat gw menambah khasanah pengetahuan gw tentang budaya
Jumat, 22 Agustus 2008
Happiness
Extra ordinary happiness is
When my words motivate people
When my hug warmth others
When my hands help my friends
When my jokes make people laugh
Extra ordinary happiness is when I could make other people happy
When my words motivate people
When my hug warmth others
When my hands help my friends
When my jokes make people laugh
Extra ordinary happiness is when I could make other people happy
Rabu, 20 Agustus 2008
Me and classical music
Ya ampun fit.... berat amat selera lo. Kalo jazz macem tompi gw masih bisa nikmatin, tapi kalo nonton konser musik klasik ntar dulu deh. Hua... apa coba yang salah ama suka ngedengerin musik klasik? heran!Toh gw juga punya lagu pop, dangdut, jazz dan rock yang gw suka. Bahkan metallica pun menurut gw keren. Yang gak bisa gw nikmatin tuh cuma musik hip-hop.
kata-kata itu gw denger dari temen gw waktu gw nyari temen buat nonton konser the voice of magic, the magic of voice ya gitu deh namanya (maklum tketnya ilang) yang diadain sama rotary club di hotel shangrila jakarta. Konsernya itu terdiri dari piano, kecapi cina and alat gesek cina gitu. saking desperadonya nyari temen, akhirnya gw ngehubungin hampir semua temen gw yang gawe di jakarta. Jawabannya macem-macem. Dari yang mulai ngajakin pengajian (maklum, konsernya barengan sama hari besar islam), sampe wisata kuliner. Yang wisata kuliner gw iyahin, tapi tetep aja gw nonton konser sendiri. Selain karena genrenya klasik, tiketnya yang 150rb emang mahal (hmmm sekarang gw jadi inget dompet gw bocornya selain buat wisata kuliner kemana aja).
Gw tu sempet belajar biola bertahun2 dari kelas 4 sd sampe 1 sma. Gw sempet maen ensemble tempat les gw beberapa kali n that's it. eh pernah juga maen buat sekolahan gw pas smp sampe ditawarin buat masuk band sekolah tapi gwnya emang gak niat aja. temen gw bilang jangan2 mereka excited karena belom pernah liat yang maen biola sebelumnya lagi, wakakakakakak. Playing music instrument is not one of my best expertise and never will. I was a horrible violin player and My mom said that the way i played my violin is terrifying, huehehehe. kata si mamah n aa bunyinya nguak nguik nguak nguiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Jadi dulu nyokap gw nawarin gw les piano, tapi gara2 ada iklan bank yang anak kecilnya maen biola, gw jadi pengen. Ternyata investasi gagal saudara-saudara. Bahkan sampe umur gw sekarang pun, kalo ada momennya nyokap gw pasti bilang "Tu kan, coba dulu kamu belajar piano kayak mama bilang". padahal bisa juga gw maen piano sama parahnya. Jadi akhirnya pas sma gw memutuskan untuk berenti, atau kata orang dagang mah cut loss n milih masuk tim debat, hehehehe. Dulu temen sma gw ada yang satu guru biola sama gw, n sekarang karirnya emang jadi violinist. Cuma gara2 belajar biola itu gw dari kecil familiar sama lagu2 klasik dari kecil kayak karya2nya bach, schuman, bethoven, dll, dll. meski secara teori gw gak mumpuni juga bedain mana lagu jaman barok, klasik, dll, dst. Benar2 penikmat saja.
Bukan pertama kalinya si gw nonton konser atau resital sendiri. Di bandung juga dulu sering, tapi cari yang gratisan di ccf. Nah konser piano plus 2 alat musik tradisional cina tadi itu ternyata ok banget. pianisnya masih 18 tahun, namanya edith widiani, dia belajar piano dari umur 3 tahun dan konser itu konser perpisahan dia karena dapet beasiswa belajar piano ke amrik (buset... apalagi yang dipelajarin ya???). Nah alat musih gesek yang dimaenin sama adiknya si pianis itu arti katanya berasal dari kuda. Jadi ada nada tertentu yang kalo digesek itu suaranya emang kayak ringkikan kuda. ngigigigik ngingiigigik. Sampe pas acara selesai, si panitia masih minta pemaennya maenin si nada kuda itu.
Yang paling gw suka dari musik klasik itu adalah kebebasan gw untuk berimajinasi dan menginterpretasikan musik yang dimaenin terlepas dari interpretasi si komposer. Jadi gak usah mikir. Biarin aja otak gw terbang kemana-mana. Bukan bermaksud merendahkan lagu indonesia yang banyak juga yang keren, tapi kok ada juga yang bapuk abizzzz semacem lagu cegukan yang tiap katanya diakhiri oleh ik...ik...ik... atau lagu yang judulnya gubrak yang emang syairnya bikin gubrak. Apalagi yang bisa diinterpretasiin dari lagu kayak gitu coba? atau gw yang pemahamannya kurang?
Di konser rotary yang gw datengin, ada lagu yang katanya nyeritain tentang kuda dan dari nada2 yang diaenin gw bisa ngebayangin derap langkah sekelompok kuda di padnag rumput. orang laen bisa aja ngebayangin kuda kawin, kuda kesasar, kuda liar, atau apapun. Ada juga lagu yang bahkan untuk narik napas pun gw sayang karena takut momentumnya kelewat. Belum ada lagu yang gloooooommmmmmyyyyyyyy banget yang cocok jadi soundtrack atau backsound orang yang mau bunuh diri. Nah makanya sabtu kemaren gw suenang skalski waktu dapet tiket gratis nonton konser harpa plus flute and jakarta chamber orchestra. konduktornya avip priatna lagi. Kalo beli, harga tiketnya 250rb bo! Sejujurnya, itu pertama kalinya gw nonton orkestra live. jadi seneng banget. KArena bintang utamanya si pemaen harpa, jadi awal2 emang harpa doang yang dimaenin. Terlepas dari kostum pemaen harpanya yang kurang ok, overall si konsernya ok banget. Ada lagu yang kayaknya maniiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss banget sampe lagu yang horor gitu. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh menyenangkann!!!!!
Ada yang mau ngasih tiket nonton konser musik lagi?????
kata-kata itu gw denger dari temen gw waktu gw nyari temen buat nonton konser the voice of magic, the magic of voice ya gitu deh namanya (maklum tketnya ilang) yang diadain sama rotary club di hotel shangrila jakarta. Konsernya itu terdiri dari piano, kecapi cina and alat gesek cina gitu. saking desperadonya nyari temen, akhirnya gw ngehubungin hampir semua temen gw yang gawe di jakarta. Jawabannya macem-macem. Dari yang mulai ngajakin pengajian (maklum, konsernya barengan sama hari besar islam), sampe wisata kuliner. Yang wisata kuliner gw iyahin, tapi tetep aja gw nonton konser sendiri. Selain karena genrenya klasik, tiketnya yang 150rb emang mahal (hmmm sekarang gw jadi inget dompet gw bocornya selain buat wisata kuliner kemana aja).
Gw tu sempet belajar biola bertahun2 dari kelas 4 sd sampe 1 sma. Gw sempet maen ensemble tempat les gw beberapa kali n that's it. eh pernah juga maen buat sekolahan gw pas smp sampe ditawarin buat masuk band sekolah tapi gwnya emang gak niat aja. temen gw bilang jangan2 mereka excited karena belom pernah liat yang maen biola sebelumnya lagi, wakakakakakak. Playing music instrument is not one of my best expertise and never will. I was a horrible violin player and My mom said that the way i played my violin is terrifying, huehehehe. kata si mamah n aa bunyinya nguak nguik nguak nguiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Jadi dulu nyokap gw nawarin gw les piano, tapi gara2 ada iklan bank yang anak kecilnya maen biola, gw jadi pengen. Ternyata investasi gagal saudara-saudara. Bahkan sampe umur gw sekarang pun, kalo ada momennya nyokap gw pasti bilang "Tu kan, coba dulu kamu belajar piano kayak mama bilang". padahal bisa juga gw maen piano sama parahnya. Jadi akhirnya pas sma gw memutuskan untuk berenti, atau kata orang dagang mah cut loss n milih masuk tim debat, hehehehe. Dulu temen sma gw ada yang satu guru biola sama gw, n sekarang karirnya emang jadi violinist. Cuma gara2 belajar biola itu gw dari kecil familiar sama lagu2 klasik dari kecil kayak karya2nya bach, schuman, bethoven, dll, dll. meski secara teori gw gak mumpuni juga bedain mana lagu jaman barok, klasik, dll, dst. Benar2 penikmat saja.
Bukan pertama kalinya si gw nonton konser atau resital sendiri. Di bandung juga dulu sering, tapi cari yang gratisan di ccf. Nah konser piano plus 2 alat musik tradisional cina tadi itu ternyata ok banget. pianisnya masih 18 tahun, namanya edith widiani, dia belajar piano dari umur 3 tahun dan konser itu konser perpisahan dia karena dapet beasiswa belajar piano ke amrik (buset... apalagi yang dipelajarin ya???). Nah alat musih gesek yang dimaenin sama adiknya si pianis itu arti katanya berasal dari kuda. Jadi ada nada tertentu yang kalo digesek itu suaranya emang kayak ringkikan kuda. ngigigigik ngingiigigik. Sampe pas acara selesai, si panitia masih minta pemaennya maenin si nada kuda itu.
Yang paling gw suka dari musik klasik itu adalah kebebasan gw untuk berimajinasi dan menginterpretasikan musik yang dimaenin terlepas dari interpretasi si komposer. Jadi gak usah mikir. Biarin aja otak gw terbang kemana-mana. Bukan bermaksud merendahkan lagu indonesia yang banyak juga yang keren, tapi kok ada juga yang bapuk abizzzz semacem lagu cegukan yang tiap katanya diakhiri oleh ik...ik...ik... atau lagu yang judulnya gubrak yang emang syairnya bikin gubrak. Apalagi yang bisa diinterpretasiin dari lagu kayak gitu coba? atau gw yang pemahamannya kurang?
Di konser rotary yang gw datengin, ada lagu yang katanya nyeritain tentang kuda dan dari nada2 yang diaenin gw bisa ngebayangin derap langkah sekelompok kuda di padnag rumput. orang laen bisa aja ngebayangin kuda kawin, kuda kesasar, kuda liar, atau apapun. Ada juga lagu yang bahkan untuk narik napas pun gw sayang karena takut momentumnya kelewat. Belum ada lagu yang gloooooommmmmmyyyyyyyy banget yang cocok jadi soundtrack atau backsound orang yang mau bunuh diri. Nah makanya sabtu kemaren gw suenang skalski waktu dapet tiket gratis nonton konser harpa plus flute and jakarta chamber orchestra. konduktornya avip priatna lagi. Kalo beli, harga tiketnya 250rb bo! Sejujurnya, itu pertama kalinya gw nonton orkestra live. jadi seneng banget. KArena bintang utamanya si pemaen harpa, jadi awal2 emang harpa doang yang dimaenin. Terlepas dari kostum pemaen harpanya yang kurang ok, overall si konsernya ok banget. Ada lagu yang kayaknya maniiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss banget sampe lagu yang horor gitu. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh menyenangkann!!!!!
Ada yang mau ngasih tiket nonton konser musik lagi?????
Selasa, 12 Agustus 2008
Kurs Keluarga
Waktu salah seorang keponakan gw mau nikah, ...Tunggu.... keponakan gw???? yap. Nyokap gw tuh anak bungsu dari 11 bersaudara. Jadi, gw tuh seumuran bukan sama sepupu2 gw, tapi sama keponakan2 gw dari samping. Jadi kalo di posting kali ini gw menggunakn kata sepupu, bayangin orang ang umurnya lebih tua dari 40 tahun. Kalo keponakan, yah sebaya lah. Pusing dah...
Nyokap gw dah sibuk nyebarin undangan, karena banyak undangan dititipin untuk disebarin lewat nyokap gw. Dia sih pengenya berangkat rame2 sama keluarga besar naek bus ke jakarta. Gw ma kakak2 gw harus ikut. Keluarga gw si ok2 aja.
Tapi... ternyata eh ternyata, ada cerita di balik berita. Salah seorang sepupu gw cuma mau dateng sendiri aja gak mau ngajakin anak-cucunya. Dia bilang dia pundung, gara2 waktu nikahin anaknya, dari keluarga besar si calon penganten tuh cuma dateng 1 orang cucu yang kuliah di bandung, n anaknya yang tinggal disini. Dianggap tidak merepresentasikan keluarga besarnya si penganten kali. Sepupu gw yang laen males dateng, karena waktu dia nikah gak seorang pun dari keluarga besar itu dateng. SEdangkan nyokap gw pengen semua anaknya dateng, karena tiap kali kakak gw nikah, mau di cirebon masuk lagi kek, sumedang kek, keluarga besar penganten selalu dateng rame2.
Gw sampe mikir, buset deh... mau dateng kondangan aja ada kalukulasi untung-rugi gini. tapi kalo gw liat2 lagi, mungkin keluarga besar penganten selalu dateng rame2 kalo kakak2 gw nikah, karena si mama juga selalu bawa semua anak plus cucunya. Sepupu gw yang nikahin anaknya emang selalu dateng kalo diundang, tapi biasanya sendiri, gak sama anak. Mungkin aja seorang cucu n anak dari keluarga penganten dianggap cukup representatif. Si sepupu gw yang pundung itu, sebenernya jarang juga ikut ke acara keluarga super besar kalo di luar kota.
Harga saham bisa diitung, future value tanah bisa diitung, pilih bayar kredit apa leasing bisa diitung. Tapi lo gak bisa ngitung kapan investasi silaturahmi lo bisa dipetik hasilnya. Kursnya benar2 gak bisa diheading. (Buset.... ujian finance telah mencuci otak gw). Tergantung mood banget deh. Jangan2 lo gak nyadar dah invest dikit, giliran hasilnya dikit malah pundung lagi. Jadi, apakah bisa disimpulkan: Wahai umat manusia.... beramai2lah kalian dateng ke kondangan sodara, SIAPA TAU mereka mau beramai2 dateng ke kawinan kalian.
(I think) another old posting. Kata I think ditulis karena gw ragu apa semua notepad gw dah pernah diposting di blog friendster atau belum, hehehehe
Nyokap gw dah sibuk nyebarin undangan, karena banyak undangan dititipin untuk disebarin lewat nyokap gw. Dia sih pengenya berangkat rame2 sama keluarga besar naek bus ke jakarta. Gw ma kakak2 gw harus ikut. Keluarga gw si ok2 aja.
Tapi... ternyata eh ternyata, ada cerita di balik berita. Salah seorang sepupu gw cuma mau dateng sendiri aja gak mau ngajakin anak-cucunya. Dia bilang dia pundung, gara2 waktu nikahin anaknya, dari keluarga besar si calon penganten tuh cuma dateng 1 orang cucu yang kuliah di bandung, n anaknya yang tinggal disini. Dianggap tidak merepresentasikan keluarga besarnya si penganten kali. Sepupu gw yang laen males dateng, karena waktu dia nikah gak seorang pun dari keluarga besar itu dateng. SEdangkan nyokap gw pengen semua anaknya dateng, karena tiap kali kakak gw nikah, mau di cirebon masuk lagi kek, sumedang kek, keluarga besar penganten selalu dateng rame2.
Gw sampe mikir, buset deh... mau dateng kondangan aja ada kalukulasi untung-rugi gini. tapi kalo gw liat2 lagi, mungkin keluarga besar penganten selalu dateng rame2 kalo kakak2 gw nikah, karena si mama juga selalu bawa semua anak plus cucunya. Sepupu gw yang nikahin anaknya emang selalu dateng kalo diundang, tapi biasanya sendiri, gak sama anak. Mungkin aja seorang cucu n anak dari keluarga penganten dianggap cukup representatif. Si sepupu gw yang pundung itu, sebenernya jarang juga ikut ke acara keluarga super besar kalo di luar kota.
Harga saham bisa diitung, future value tanah bisa diitung, pilih bayar kredit apa leasing bisa diitung. Tapi lo gak bisa ngitung kapan investasi silaturahmi lo bisa dipetik hasilnya. Kursnya benar2 gak bisa diheading. (Buset.... ujian finance telah mencuci otak gw). Tergantung mood banget deh. Jangan2 lo gak nyadar dah invest dikit, giliran hasilnya dikit malah pundung lagi. Jadi, apakah bisa disimpulkan: Wahai umat manusia.... beramai2lah kalian dateng ke kondangan sodara, SIAPA TAU mereka mau beramai2 dateng ke kawinan kalian.
(I think) another old posting. Kata I think ditulis karena gw ragu apa semua notepad gw dah pernah diposting di blog friendster atau belum, hehehehe
Absolute cycle
When I was on elementary school til university, I have some "permanent becak driver" to drop me to school and pick me up home. They were becak driver 18 years ago, and they still are becak driver today
Years ago, when I went home almost midnight with my bros, they show me a guy who stand on Tamblong street near to Preanger hotel. The guy with white hair and white bear. My bro told me that he's a pimp. You only need to stop your car in front of him, and asked him anykind of girl's criteria you want. To proove it, my bro asked me to hide behind the car seat, then he stopped the car asking the man for a college student. The guy answer that he didn't have colllege student list, but he had office worker list (DANG!). Couple of days ago, Almost mid night, on my way home from campus after exhausting day with finance, I saw that guy again, still in the same location as years ago.
When some of my teachers or lectures explained about absolute poverty, I theoretically did understand that. But now, I see the real fact. 18 years ago when the becak drivers are becak driver, I was only a kid. But now, I am a master student ready to follow better path of future, but I don't think those becak drivers will have such a privelege opportunity.
Who on earth when he/she was a kid dreamed to end your life as a pimp? I think none! But most of the time economic reaso forced you to do so. Becak driver, pimp, prostitute, homeless
(I think) it is reposted from my old blog fi3.blogs.friendster.com
FYI, I wrote those words around 1-2 years ago, and those becak drivers are still becak drivers until today.
Years ago, when I went home almost midnight with my bros, they show me a guy who stand on Tamblong street near to Preanger hotel. The guy with white hair and white bear. My bro told me that he's a pimp. You only need to stop your car in front of him, and asked him anykind of girl's criteria you want. To proove it, my bro asked me to hide behind the car seat, then he stopped the car asking the man for a college student. The guy answer that he didn't have colllege student list, but he had office worker list (DANG!). Couple of days ago, Almost mid night, on my way home from campus after exhausting day with finance, I saw that guy again, still in the same location as years ago.
When some of my teachers or lectures explained about absolute poverty, I theoretically did understand that. But now, I see the real fact. 18 years ago when the becak drivers are becak driver, I was only a kid. But now, I am a master student ready to follow better path of future, but I don't think those becak drivers will have such a privelege opportunity.
Who on earth when he/she was a kid dreamed to end your life as a pimp? I think none! But most of the time economic reaso forced you to do so. Becak driver, pimp, prostitute, homeless
(I think) it is reposted from my old blog fi3.blogs.friendster.com
FYI, I wrote those words around 1-2 years ago, and those becak drivers are still becak drivers until today.
Jumat, 08 Agustus 2008
The most frequently situations faced by 25 years old Fitri
I am now 25 years old, having a Bachelor of Politics in International Relations, Master Degree in bussiness, a good job (Not one of the biggest MNC in the world every MBA degree wants to joint with, but at least it's fun, full of joy and I work with smile), and rent my own studio wannabe to live in Jakarta (despite that the water is on and off). Unfortunately, according to the parameter of Indonesian culture, those are not enough, simply because I am single.
On one of my blogwalking, I red one of my hih school friend said: I went to a baby shop to buy gift for my niece. Those baby girl clothes are so cute and I want to dress my future baby girl. Oooo when would I have my own baby girl? (btw, according to her fs status, she is single). On the next friendster or facebook walking this friend was married last week, that friend put his baby boy picture, A is engaged, B is preparing for pre wedding photos, etc.
I come from Bandung, and I go there once every two weeks to visit my Mom. AND, once every two weeks my mom will ask: Do you have a boy friend already? I said no. In the next two weeks: The same question, the same answer. In the next two weeks: The same question, the same answer. In the next two weeks: Stop asking Mom! I don't have any boy friend yet and I'll let you know if I have one! Until my mom said: Go look for one. I'll give you two years to look for a boyfriend. At the age 27, I hope you'll have someone to marry with when you're 30 (as if I only need to go to supermarket, pick one boy from the shelf, go to the cashier, pay and bring it home). As a matter of fact, those repeated questions were being asked by a very educated mother who spent only three years in elementary school, went to law faculty, has visited many countries in the world, remembering world histories as if remembering her own life, etc, etc. I expect her to understand mooooorrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee. Well, at least the deadline is 30 years old. Maybe I'll have somekind of death penalty if I'm still single at 30, hehehehe. kidding mom!
Attending a family gathering will bring me to a similar situation, similar question. As a bonus, my uncles, autns, cousins, etc will ask: Hey.... I know a boy who bla...bla...bla... I think he's gonna be suitable for you, bla...bla...bla.... I'll introduce you to him. >_<
Ladies...Gentlemen.......... STOP RIGHT THERE. BE PATIENT! Living as a spinster would be my very very last option. So, don't worry, getting married will be part of my plan. You guys said that destiny is on God's hands so with who our soulmate will be. If the time is arrived, maybe my soulmate will fall down in front of my room sent by a helicopter.
BUT bugging me with the same questions, nagging me with the same curiosity are annoying. I am now preparing my first backpacking travel, enthusiastic with my first salsa class, satisfied with the experiences I had from a small "research" I made, dreaming of working in Papua, and writing every culinary trip I had to make my name sounds familiar among the foodism. Sooner or later than those things, the time for me being involved in serious love relations will come. I am only waiting for the best to come. For the one who will fly with me to the dreamland of ours.
On one of my blogwalking, I red one of my hih school friend said: I went to a baby shop to buy gift for my niece. Those baby girl clothes are so cute and I want to dress my future baby girl. Oooo when would I have my own baby girl? (btw, according to her fs status, she is single). On the next friendster or facebook walking this friend was married last week, that friend put his baby boy picture, A is engaged, B is preparing for pre wedding photos, etc.
I come from Bandung, and I go there once every two weeks to visit my Mom. AND, once every two weeks my mom will ask: Do you have a boy friend already? I said no. In the next two weeks: The same question, the same answer. In the next two weeks: The same question, the same answer. In the next two weeks: Stop asking Mom! I don't have any boy friend yet and I'll let you know if I have one! Until my mom said: Go look for one. I'll give you two years to look for a boyfriend. At the age 27, I hope you'll have someone to marry with when you're 30 (as if I only need to go to supermarket, pick one boy from the shelf, go to the cashier, pay and bring it home). As a matter of fact, those repeated questions were being asked by a very educated mother who spent only three years in elementary school, went to law faculty, has visited many countries in the world, remembering world histories as if remembering her own life, etc, etc. I expect her to understand mooooorrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee. Well, at least the deadline is 30 years old. Maybe I'll have somekind of death penalty if I'm still single at 30, hehehehe. kidding mom!
Attending a family gathering will bring me to a similar situation, similar question. As a bonus, my uncles, autns, cousins, etc will ask: Hey.... I know a boy who bla...bla...bla... I think he's gonna be suitable for you, bla...bla...bla.... I'll introduce you to him. >_<
Ladies...Gentlemen.......... STOP RIGHT THERE. BE PATIENT! Living as a spinster would be my very very last option. So, don't worry, getting married will be part of my plan. You guys said that destiny is on God's hands so with who our soulmate will be. If the time is arrived, maybe my soulmate will fall down in front of my room sent by a helicopter.
BUT bugging me with the same questions, nagging me with the same curiosity are annoying. I am now preparing my first backpacking travel, enthusiastic with my first salsa class, satisfied with the experiences I had from a small "research" I made, dreaming of working in Papua, and writing every culinary trip I had to make my name sounds familiar among the foodism. Sooner or later than those things, the time for me being involved in serious love relations will come. I am only waiting for the best to come. For the one who will fly with me to the dreamland of ours.
Selasa, 05 Agustus 2008
Who comes first, God or Religion? or you don't need both?
I am reading one of the Karens Amstrong's book title "Sejarah Tuhan"/ The History of God. I just red the first chapter last night which talk about what Plato, Socrates, etc opinion about the entity call "God". Then my mind flew back to one of my favourite class in college: The philosophy of science with the amazing lecture named Mas Nur. I remember him telling us about nomenon, phenomenon, or something which is highly corelated with what I red that night. Then late at night I sms my friend and voila, the right answer arrived.
Imanuel Kant said about Ding an sich (thing in itself). If I'm not mistaken my lecture said that threre is no absolute thing called nomenon, but there is phenomenon (the one which is observable) to at least come closer to nomenon.
Is God absolute? Is religion a way to explain God? Does God create religion or religion creates God? As a matter of fact... during the history of human being there are so many religion, come and go, raised and diminished, and they all have different God. Yehova, Marbuk, Zeus, Allah, Jesus are some of few example. Which one is true? The answer depends on whether or not you believe in God. Some of my friend said that they do not believe in God because God can not be explained by logic. even if there is a God, then God is not a nice entity because the world is not a nice place. Is that true?
Many followers of religions conduct some religion practice in order to get closer to God. But where is God? Nirvana? Sky? Sea? Heaven (so who is in hell then?If God is in heaven and evil is in hell, does it mean that God and evil have an equal position for having a location under separate jurisdiction?)
Why do I pray 5 times a day then? First because I was told since I was a baby that as a moslem praying is the right thing to do. Now I am 25 and do I still think that praying is the right thing to do? One of citation in a book called the Atheist bible said that the one who have religion and lives happier than the one who doesn't have one is equal to a drunken person who is happier than a sober person. One of my friend said that the good thing of having religion is because we have something to hang on, somewhere to go, or is a very deperate circumstance, something to blame for any misarable thing happen to us. huahahahahaha.
I have found God before. where? in me, in my body, in my soul, in my spirit. I lost him/her sometimes. I left him/her consicously ur unconciously sometimes. Walking far away.... get back when I feel I need to. But I want to find him/her again, again, and again. Why? Because when I found God in me, I feel that I'm home.
Imanuel Kant said about Ding an sich (thing in itself). If I'm not mistaken my lecture said that threre is no absolute thing called nomenon, but there is phenomenon (the one which is observable) to at least come closer to nomenon.
Is God absolute? Is religion a way to explain God? Does God create religion or religion creates God? As a matter of fact... during the history of human being there are so many religion, come and go, raised and diminished, and they all have different God. Yehova, Marbuk, Zeus, Allah, Jesus are some of few example. Which one is true? The answer depends on whether or not you believe in God. Some of my friend said that they do not believe in God because God can not be explained by logic. even if there is a God, then God is not a nice entity because the world is not a nice place. Is that true?
Many followers of religions conduct some religion practice in order to get closer to God. But where is God? Nirvana? Sky? Sea? Heaven (so who is in hell then?If God is in heaven and evil is in hell, does it mean that God and evil have an equal position for having a location under separate jurisdiction?)
Why do I pray 5 times a day then? First because I was told since I was a baby that as a moslem praying is the right thing to do. Now I am 25 and do I still think that praying is the right thing to do? One of citation in a book called the Atheist bible said that the one who have religion and lives happier than the one who doesn't have one is equal to a drunken person who is happier than a sober person. One of my friend said that the good thing of having religion is because we have something to hang on, somewhere to go, or is a very deperate circumstance, something to blame for any misarable thing happen to us. huahahahahaha.
I have found God before. where? in me, in my body, in my soul, in my spirit. I lost him/her sometimes. I left him/her consicously ur unconciously sometimes. Walking far away.... get back when I feel I need to. But I want to find him/her again, again, and again. Why? Because when I found God in me, I feel that I'm home.
Senin, 04 Agustus 2008
Fitri Customer Satisfaction Award for Bank Mandiri
Posting pertama di blog gw yang baru. yey!
Gw sempet kepikiran tentang kepuasan pelanggan gara2 minggu lalu ke bank mandiri di Bandung. Ceritanya, demi tujuan liburan taun depan gw kan buka Tabungan Rencana Mandiri. Cuma gara2 kudu bayar kontrakan, jadi mau gw tarik sebelum waktunya. Masalahnya kan gw kerja di Jakarta, jadi harus ke Bandung buat ngurus, dan berharap bisa ngurus di weekend banking cabang buah batu.
Pas gw dateng hari Sabtu, gw inget customer servicenya tuh orang yang bukain rekening gw di Cabang Asia Afrika Utara. Namanya Mba Maya. Seperti prosedur biasa, dia nyalamin gw. tus gw bilang deh tujuan gw. Cuma si Mba Maya bilang TRM gw harus ditutup di cabang pembuka yaitu Asia Afrika Utara. Trus dia liat form yang gw kasih, dia bilang "Mba Fitri, dulu buka rekeningnya sama saya ya?". Gw cukup amaze sih, cuma mikir mungkin ada datanya di sistem.
Nah demi kebutuhan mendesak, dan ngejar travel jam 10 akhirnya berkorbanlah gw Senen jam 8 pagi dah ada di Bank Mandiri cabang Asia Afrika Utara. Masih kosong tuh antrian. Ternyata nomor gw dapetnya di meja si mba Maya lagi. Waduh... jodoh kali yak. Baru gw mau duduk si Mba Maya langsung bilang "Mba, jadi nutup TRMnya yah?". Naaaaaaahhhhhhh kalo yang ini gw baru kagum. Waktu gw dateng SAbtu, sesudah gw kan pasti masih banyak klien dateng. kok si Mba Maya ini masih inget nama gw, dan lebih hebat lagi tujuan gw. Kerrrreeeeennnnn. Baru namanya customer service. Murah senyum lagi.
Gw juga merhatiin si satpam2nya. Begitu ada tamu dateng langsung bilang "Selamat pagi bu, pa. selamat datang di Bank Mandiri. Silakan!" trus kalo orang kebingungan langsung dibantu gitu. Cuma gw mikir apa tu satpam2 gak pegel yah ngucapin kalimat yang sama berulang2 plus senyum? iya kalo pagi. Kalo dah sore? pegel kali. Jangan2 mereka cuma lipsync and yang ngomong rekaman suara aja, hehehe
Gw sempet kepikiran tentang kepuasan pelanggan gara2 minggu lalu ke bank mandiri di Bandung. Ceritanya, demi tujuan liburan taun depan gw kan buka Tabungan Rencana Mandiri. Cuma gara2 kudu bayar kontrakan, jadi mau gw tarik sebelum waktunya. Masalahnya kan gw kerja di Jakarta, jadi harus ke Bandung buat ngurus, dan berharap bisa ngurus di weekend banking cabang buah batu.
Pas gw dateng hari Sabtu, gw inget customer servicenya tuh orang yang bukain rekening gw di Cabang Asia Afrika Utara. Namanya Mba Maya. Seperti prosedur biasa, dia nyalamin gw. tus gw bilang deh tujuan gw. Cuma si Mba Maya bilang TRM gw harus ditutup di cabang pembuka yaitu Asia Afrika Utara. Trus dia liat form yang gw kasih, dia bilang "Mba Fitri, dulu buka rekeningnya sama saya ya?". Gw cukup amaze sih, cuma mikir mungkin ada datanya di sistem.
Nah demi kebutuhan mendesak, dan ngejar travel jam 10 akhirnya berkorbanlah gw Senen jam 8 pagi dah ada di Bank Mandiri cabang Asia Afrika Utara. Masih kosong tuh antrian. Ternyata nomor gw dapetnya di meja si mba Maya lagi. Waduh... jodoh kali yak. Baru gw mau duduk si Mba Maya langsung bilang "Mba, jadi nutup TRMnya yah?". Naaaaaaahhhhhhh kalo yang ini gw baru kagum. Waktu gw dateng SAbtu, sesudah gw kan pasti masih banyak klien dateng. kok si Mba Maya ini masih inget nama gw, dan lebih hebat lagi tujuan gw. Kerrrreeeeennnnn. Baru namanya customer service. Murah senyum lagi.
Gw juga merhatiin si satpam2nya. Begitu ada tamu dateng langsung bilang "Selamat pagi bu, pa. selamat datang di Bank Mandiri. Silakan!" trus kalo orang kebingungan langsung dibantu gitu. Cuma gw mikir apa tu satpam2 gak pegel yah ngucapin kalimat yang sama berulang2 plus senyum? iya kalo pagi. Kalo dah sore? pegel kali. Jangan2 mereka cuma lipsync and yang ngomong rekaman suara aja, hehehe
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