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Night ranting

8 Mar

Cause I want to let it go. For once and all. Let me write to you, the dear one.

I thought time will heal everything. Time will make me forget about you. Like they said.

But I found myself, each night, having insomniac. I can’t sleep. I keep remembering our time together.

Then I found myself replaying back all our conversations. And looking at our picture. Our picture that you printed for me. For God’s sake, why the hell did you that? To make sure the memories are fact, the pain is real for me to feel?

I do not believe in love. I told you many times. I don’t believe in feelings.

I thought this is all scientific. I liked you just because when I was hanging out with you, I was in my menstrual cycle. I must watch to many NatGeo documentaries to think that I’m function like those animals (which we are, we are primal).

NatGeo said, animals in their ovulation period are likely to find opposite sex interesting because they’re trying to find their mating partners for the sustainability of the species. See, I even ready to compare myself to a bear!

But then I passed my menstrual cycles. Life goes on. My hormone supposed to be back to normal. But not my heart. It still long for you.

Tell me. Why are you still here? Which part of my body that contains you? Is it my brain or my heart? But which heart we are referring to since anatomy states that heart is an organ that pump blood and not feeling?

Which part of my body that I have to treat to forget you?

Plato said ‘Love makes everyone a poet’. The hell with that. I don’t want to be that one cheesy poet, I want to be rational being.

Please pretty please give my logical self back.

How much longer it takes to take you out of my system? To detoxify me?

But then again, why do I act like we are over?

I know, it must be my self-defense mechanism system working. They are here in advance to protect me, to simulate things when ‘us’ is really ending. See, I got some practical biology going on.

But it’s not over until it’s over, right?

Should I hold to tiny ray of hope, or grab fast to acceptance to let all go for my own peace?

So many questions marks, so little answer darling.

Penunjuk Jalan

2 Mar

I can’t really sleep tonight. So after trying for few tiring hours, I finally gave up and start reading, Al-Qur’an.

And strangely, among those verses, I found two verses that as if being sent from heaven is a true answer on the problem that I’m facing at the moment.

So I’m going to write it here. As a reminder of the future me who may have the same restless night in the future.

This is my time capsule for the future me.

‘Wahai orang-orang yang beriman! Mohonlah pertolongan (kepada Allah) dengan sabar dan salat. Sungguh, Allah beserta orang-orang yang sabar’ (Al-Baqarah 153)

‘Kebajikan itu bukanlah menghadapkan wajahmu ke arah timur dan ke arah barat, tetapi kebajikan itu ialah (kebajikan) orang yang beriman kepada Allah, hari akhir, malaikat-malaikat, kitab-kitab, dan nabi-nabi, dan memberikan harta yang dicintainya kepada kerabat, anak yatim, orang-orang miskin, orang-orang yang dalam perjalanan (musafir), peminta-minta, dan untuk memerdekakan hamba sahaya, yang melaksanakan shalat dan menunaikan zakat, orang-orang yang menepati janji apabila berjanji, dan orang-orang yang sabar dalam kemelaratan, penderitaan, dan masa peperangan. Mereka itulah orang-orang yang benar dan orang-orang yang bertakwa’ (Al-Baqarah 177)

The key word is Sabar. And note for me is to do good deeds to family (kerabat) first and oblige on the promise I made. I sometimes forget those two.

It is promised that Al-Qur’an provides answer for every aspect of life. I’m a prove that it indeed is. We just need to dig deeper to see it.

Thanks for the midnight enlightenment God. Alhamdulillah.

Karena Nadia berarti Harapan

2 Mar

Bulan lalu, Richard and Claire datang mengunjungiku di Indonesia. Untuk menghindari prasangka dan gede rasa yang berlebihan, mari kita luruskan bahwa mereka datang ke Indonesia untuk mengunjungi David, anak mereka, dan kebetulan saja ada Nadia di Indonesia :) .

Banyak hal yang terjadi, banyak pelajaran yang dipetik, dan juga banyak hati yang tersangkut.

Sebelum lupa, aku akan menuliskan satu hal yang akan merubah pandangan masa depan. Setidaknya bagiku sendiri.

Selama dua minggu mereka di Indonesia, yang bisa aku ingat adalah banyaknya waktu yang kami habiskan di bandara. Menunggu terbangnya pesawat Batavia yang akan membawa kami ke Balikpapan dan juga Yogyakarta. Pada kedua kesempatan itu, tentu saja pesawatnya ditunda, bahkan sampai empat jam. Tapi baiklah, post ini bukanlah post protes terhadap Batavia. Tidak baik memprotes airlines ketika terbang dengan tiket gratis beserta pilotnya pula. Tidak bersyukur itu namanya.

Jam-jam menunggu pesawat tersebut akhirnya malah mendekatkan kita semua. Bagi yang lupa, Richard dan Claire adalah orang tua dari Host program yang aku ikuti di Skotlandia dulu. Mereka adalah orang-orang berhati murni seputih salju yang menutupi rumah cantik mereka di tepi danau Shieldaig. Cinta dan kasih sayang mereka melimpah ruah, berpendar-pendar kesegala penjuru. Selain papa mama, mereka adalah orang-orang yang membuat hati ini malu kalau tidak bersyukur dan berprasangka baik tentang hidup.

Di salah satu sesi menunggu kami di pojok cafe bandara, akhirnya topik itu muncul juga. Topik tentang pekerjaanku. Topik yang sangat-sangat ingin aku hindari untuk saat ini. Tatapan putus asa, meminta pertolongan untuk mengalihkan topik ke David, diacuhkannya dengan senyuman jahil. Dia tau setau-taunya bagaimana tidak nyamannya aku dijadikan pusat perhatian. Atau bagaimana aku selalu menghindar untuk berbicara tentang perasaan. Tapi toh, dia selalu menikmati saat-saat aku salah tingkah.

Akhirnya dengan susah payah aku harus menjelaskan tentang pekerjaanku. Demi Tuhan pemberi nikmat, bukannya aku tidak bersyukur tapi aku tidak nyaman dengan pekerjaan ini. Bakerja sebagai editor di majalah hedonist, bukan, dan tidak akan pernah menjadi impian hidupku. Aku percaya Tuhan tidak memberikan beasiswa dan mengirim aku ke Inggris untuk ikut membodoh-bodohi wanita Indonesia tentang unrealistic image of ideal women. Pekerjaan ini bertentangan dengan moral mendasar dan prinsip hidupku. Aku ingin menjadi berguna.

Satu hal yang aku ingat dari sesi curhat bandara ini adalah kejelasan. Selama ini aku selalu menghindar dari membicarakan hal ini, baik ke David ataupun ke teman lain. Namun di sore itu, di depan Richard and Claire, walaupun awalnya terpaksa, akhirnya aku ‘berbicara’, akhirnya aku menyadari dan mengakui adanya masalah. Akhirnya aku jujur, terutama kepada diri sendiri. Kalau aku tidak nyaman dengan keadaan ini. Dan untuk itu aku harus harus mengubahnya. I need to take action, I need to quit. Sangat bukan Nadia untuk bermental sebagai korban. Karena Nadia berarti Harapan.

Hal lain dari sesi refleksi sore itu adalah tentang menulis dalam Bahasa. Claire bertanya kenapa aku tidak mencoba berkerja di media Indonesia. Jawabannya mudah, aku tidak bisa menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Dia heran, David heran, kenapa tidak bisa. Dan aku jawab, ‘It’s just easier for me to write in English’. Dan ketika mengatakan itu, aku baru menyadari betapa sombongnya jawaban itu. Kenapa tidak bisa, sedangkan darahku murni Indonesia?

Jawabannya sebenarnya simple, ketika aku mulai menulis. Ketika aku mulai bercerita di blogs, aku menulis dalam Bahasa Inggris. Aku selalu berkata aku tidak bisa menulis bagus dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Tapi kenapa tidak? Jadilah aku membuat mental note, aku akan ‘belajar’ menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Bahasa Ibuku, Bahasa yang akan aku ajarkan ke anak-anak ku nanti, terlepas dari apakah mereka akan menjadi pure or mix blood. Dan usaha itu dimulai dari postingan ini yang susah payah aku tulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia.

Aku percaya selalu ada alasan untuk segala peristiwa.

Mungkin Richard dan Claire bukannya datang ke Indonesia just for the sake of visiting. Mereka dikirim oleh Tuhan yang Maha perhatian untuk sekali lagi menjadi cermin refleksi bagiku.

Untuk membantuku sekali lagi menemukan arah hidup.

Sekali lagi.

Seperti yang dulu mereka lalukan di tepi danau Shieldaig di Skotlandia.

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Are we going to lost it?

2 Mar

Talked to you yesterday.

Strangely, I didn’t feel anything. Has I lost it?
I never am good at long-distance relationship.
I’m afraid I may lost it.

But today, I remember about yesterday conversation.
And all of sudden. I miss you again. I looked up at our photograph and want to fight for this.

But what’s the meaning of feeling whenever when we talk for real, I don’t feel anything.
Am I missing you, or do I miss the romance?

Have we two lost it?

Rindu

2 Mar

Aku ingin menceritakan kepada seseorang tentang rasa rindu ini.

Tentang imaginasi-imaginasi yang kadang menyelinap dalam mimpi sebelum tidur.

Tentang hidup ideal. Tentang hidup kita yang mungkin terjadi di sebuah benua, jauh dari sini.

Tentang berbagai kemungkinan. Berbagai ‘What ifs’.

Aku ingin bercerita. Meresapi bahagia. Sebelum kesadaran merasuk, dan akal pikiran berkata.

Bangun, semua itu tidak mungkin terjadi.

Sebelum bertemu engkau. Aku adalah pemimpi yang percaya pada kekuatan impian dan kuasa Tuhan.

Namun engkau membuatku menjadi realist.

Yang aku lihat adalah layar hitam. Menyelubungi masa depan.

Aku bahkan tidak berani berandai-andai. Bahwa di suatu masa, di suatu tempat. Disuatu benua, entah dimana. Kita akan bertemu lagi.

Di dua tempat duduk. Berhadapan. Di warung kopi. Kamu dengan Oreo chocolate mix, dan aku tetap dengan mango smoothies.

Berhadapan. Ketika aku bisa melihat garis-garis halus di ujung matamu ketika kamu tertawa.

Berhadapan. Ketika kamu dengan sabar berkata: ‘It’s okay. Try to explain slowly’, ketika kebiasaan burukku datang untuk tiba-tiba mogok bicara datang.

Kamu, yang mengertiku dengan cara yang aneh.

Aku rindu.

Chasing Pavement

28 Jan

After what seems a thousand year, I finally write in this blog again,

The thing is I’m quite confuse. I made this blog to contain the story happened while I’m in the Geordie land. But now, I already returned to Indonesia. I don’t know if it is still legitimate for me to write here or to be back in my old blog. I can’t keep making blog every time my life changes. The same thing that I can’t keep moving and trying to find the perfect place to life. There is no a perfect place.

I’ve been reading ‘The Happiness Project’ by Gretchen Rubin, and she mentioned something about happiness that really hit the spot for me. She talks about the ‘arrival fallacy’. That sometimes people confuse themselves, that certain event in the future will make them happy. They always strive for that ‘future’ to happen, to think that they will be happy then, but actually they never will. It’s like chasing a fog. You see a fog ahead, but once you are there. You see nothing.

At the moment, I’m quite excited of going holiday with specific someone. I can’t wait to spend time with him. But deep down I’m scared. That when the time comes, it won’t be as fun as I thought it will be. Like Adele said, it’s like chasing endless pavements.

It’s like when I’m in Indonesia, I want to go overseas. And once I’m there, I want to return home. And the cycle continues. The satanic cycle.

I want to believe that it’s not only my problem. That it’s the human thing.

I want to believe that it’s not only me that looking for that ‘perfect place’.

I want to be happy. Here and Now.

Words for you, dear Nay

3 Aug

So for you, the dearest me. This is for you.

I love you even if that means I’m narcistic.

 

The good news

21 Jun

So the result is out..

I have my essay selected as top 200 essays for the World Bank essay competition 2011, which made me really really happy, but also kind of sad and worried.

Why?

I’m happy because I made it! I made it in my first attempt. When I first received the email notifying that I got selected for the top 200, I was having this huge self-doubt about myself. I seriously thought that the top 200 is the lowest one. I was thinking, there must be only 200 people submitted the essay and that’s why I got selected.

I really want to slap myself for doubting my own capabilities.

But when I checked to its website (which is here, if anybody fancy to try it next year: http://www.essaycompetition.org/), my mood shifted, my ego boosted, and my confidence rose as I know that there were 1900 entries for this essay competition coming from 150 countries. So, not bad huh having it to be selected as top 200? :)

So now, rather than wanted to slap myself, I will pat myself on the back and say: Well done, Nay!

But it also made me slightly worried.

Why?

Because, as some of you who know my character already, this experience will only make me to want more. I’ll definitely try it again next year. But then, I’ll be 25, on the dot, or even older by couple months by May 2012, the deadline for next year competition. I’m not sure if I’m still eligible to participate. I hope I still.

So yeah. That’s the bless for today.

I’ll return to do what I supposed to do today, i.e writing my news story.

Best of luck for me, and also for YOU.

 

P.S: This is a quote from the winner of this year which she also quoted from her source in her essay. She is from India, anyway.

‘I once asked Gunawanti what is her idea of happiness and she said “If I know that both my family and I can be rest assured that all our dreams are not restricted by our inability to fulfill them, I will be happy”.’

One of those days when I have a crush

20 Jun

What I noticed was the brazilian song in the background.

And the purple sofa. And how it instantly embraced me and made me feel like I’m at my own home.

What I noticed was your curly hair. How it moves as you explaind to me different kinds of tea. So British.

What I noticed was your funny laugh. And your strange accent.

And your olive shaped green eyes.

How it twinkle everytime you talk about babies.

I asked, ‘You must have like kids alot, do you?’

And it amused me of how you blushed over that question.

Though you said, not really, I knew the answer was yes.

And I felt the warmth in my chest.

So I smiled, and gived in to your lure.

I almost give up, you know. Give up to the hope that there is, still, a good guy out there. The one who is caring, smart, and funny like you.

And the one who likes babies!

Though it was such a short time. And most probably we wont see each other anymore. I would like to say, thank you.

Thank you for restoring my faith on good guy.

And thank you for making me like you.

I love the way you make me feel.

Life updates

20 Jun

Hisashiburi blogsu-sama.

My old symptom kicks again. I’m being lazy to write as life getting better.

So, what’s new? Euro trip in April, did BBC Work experience at World Today in May, and now, it’s been three weeks interning at Press Association.

And most importantly, I moved out. I live alone now, which for me is such a huge huge huge pleasure.

I feel that I have a total freedom and somewhere of my own territory to recharge in. These past few weeks, I happily did those routine, insignificant households chores like doing laundry, cooking, more cooking, mopping and more mopping and actually being happy about it.

See, I dont mind cooking if I have my own personal kitchen.

Life is good at the moment, though I miss home a lot.

And the more I miss home, the more I feel reluctant to call home.

That’s just another weird syndrome of mine.

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