“In an absolut world, THERE ARE NO LABELS”
Came across this blog this afternoon, and couldn’t help thinking about many things that we put labels on. Girls who look “blond”, guys who looks like a “jerk”, the “gay” guy, the “bitch”, the “cheap” kid. Not to mention our stereotypes and prejudices. Girls care only about fashion, guys love soccer, teenagers are annoying, grandparents are forgetful, boring, and smelly.Oh, and things like, Americans are capitalists and ignorant, Moslems kill people, and Chinese people are cheap.
I try not to be someone with prejudice, and try to cherish differences instead of making it a big deal and a label to others. But I remember those (many) times when I laughed on Russell Peters jokes about Indian people, Chinese people, and other races.
Can I be better than that? Can we be better than that?
ps: it’s quite a good idea for a CSR program…
So, last week I went to Singapore through Batam, a small Indonesian island nearest to Singapore, and took a ferry to cross over to Singapore. Just like most Indonesians whose primary purpose to go to Singapore is to do shopping, mine was too, except instead of for clothing I went shopping for medicine.
Worry not, it’s not for me. But for someone whom I really love *which makes it slightly more worrying…*. The person has this skin condition called psoriasis, that is not infectious, but it sure is uncomfortable. Psoriasis is very uncommon, and not many people know about it. Sometimes, like in my loved-one’s case, it’s genetic, hereditary, and stress-induced. It means that she didn’t know about it until it first appeared about 5 years ago – when she was gravely stressed out.
To relieve the condition, we did everything. She quit her job, I try to never be a problem or a burden to her, and since the medication is not available in Indonesia, we had to buy it elsewhere. When I was in Sweden, I bought it and brought it here from there. Now that I am back here, we have to go to Singapore to buy it. And so we did. It’s our effort to make the condition better.
Most of the times, the effort need not be something really big. Most of the times, it is not. It is only one little thing that you change from your everyday to make your everyday less problematic – or less bad. One who constantly put effort to be better will (hopefully, and eventually) be better. Or at least, that’s the thought behind it. As for me, my effort this time takes form in a weekly planner pad that I put on my desk.

It’s an effort to be more organized, more timely. It’s an endeavor to put my mind and my things to-do in a better order. And, ultimately, it’s a strive towards excellence.
*amin to that..*
Sekarang jam di sudut kanan laptop menunjukkan pukul 3.05 PM. Hari yang berjalan cepat, tapi juga lambat di saat yang bersamaan. Hari ini buat saya adalah hari yang tidak terlalu produktif. Atau, produktif untuk hal-hal di luar pekerjaan. Maka dari itu, hasilnya adalah di bawah ini…


*tanda-tanda kurang kerjaan, thanks to Kapkap for the lovable character!!*
Hari terakhir memang selalu mempunyai kesan tersendiri. Hari terakhir libur, hari terakhir bekerja, hari terakhir penantian – masing-masing terasa berbeda dengan hari-hari lain. Buat saya, hari terakhir selalu membuat saya merasa berada di awang-awang, mengambang di antara pikiran dan kenyataan, antara badan dan otak.
Bagaimana rasanya hari terakhir buat kamu?
Siang ini emosi serasa dicuci, diubek-ubek oleh perahu kertas dari Dee.

Kisahnya mengalun, menghanyutkan imaji dan mimpi bersama Keenan dan Kugy.
Belajar tentang cinta, tentang hati, tentang pengorbanan, tentang sahabat, tentang keluarga, tentang belajar, tentang memberi, tentang berbagi, tentang bermimpi, tentang menulis, tentang berjuang, tentang sakit, tentang menunggu, tentang diri sendiri, tentang bertahan, tentang ketulusan, tentang pilihan.
Rangkaian kata-katanya menggandeng untuk ikut bersama Noni, Eko, Karel, Remi, Luhde, Poyan, Bimo, untuk mengenal dan berada bersama Keenan dan Kugy.
Lukisan yang tergambar lewat kata-kata itu begitu hidup, membuat emosi yang berada jauh dari Keenan dan Kugy turut terayun, teraduk. Membuat sepasang mata tidak mampu menampung tetesan-tetesan yang juga merasakan.
Seperti baru saja menjalani program pencucian emosi dan perasaan dan impian.
Mengingatkan untuk berterima kasih atas apa yang ada, untuk menghargai rasa yang ada, untuk menyayangi dia yang ada, untuk sanggup merasa apa yang benar dirasa, dan untuk berani memimpikan apa yang belum ada.
Or this…

Jam 7.30 – Haaaaahhhh….!!!! Terkejut dan tegang rasanya. Melihat ada puluhan orang yang sudah sampai di
Jam 09.40 – Haaaahhh!!!! Pak Menteri sudah datang!! Mobil RI-xx *lupa nomornya* meluncur memasuki pelataran SMESCO. Berlari memberi tahu
Going (to) Solo has always been a part of the Lebaran tradition in my dad’s side of the family (the one in Jogja) since 1994. That year my dad’s father passed away and he was buried in Solo, in a cemetery called Astana Bibis Luhur.
When my cousins and I were small, we applied the Indonesian principle of “bersatu kita teguh, bercerai kita runtuh”, which means together we are stronger than alone. When we were alone facing my eyang putri, we’d be scared of her and her discipline. But when we were together, we could ease up and even make small fun of her.. 


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