Curhat Colongan, tukar pikiran

honesty

It’s much easier to make up a lie than to tell the truth. We all do it, yet at the same time we demand honesty we cannot always give.

But why is it so hard to say what’s on your mind? Are we simply trying to be polite, trying not to be hurtful? Or attempting to avoid embarrassment?

Dishonesty hurts much more when it comes from someone you trust. You never thought there would be any fallacy, until a deliberate twist of truth throws the relationship up in the air.

Then again I just lied to a person tonight – whom I obviously don’t trust.

Seputar Kedodolan, tukar pikiran

— LIFE AS A PINBALL MACHINE —

Last night during coffee with a good friend, it occurred to me how in life while one thing leads to another, sometimes one person also leads to another.

When I first moved to Jakarta, I got to know him (Boy A) online who happened to live live nearby and had just returned from studying in Sydney. We decided to meet up in person, and he quickly became the first friend in my new friends circle. What followed was man A introduced me to yet another overseas Boy B, whom six months later brought a visiting friend out (Girl C). Six months later after returning home Girl C introduced me to Girl D online, yet another passer-by in Jakarta.Pc2kihmyr0q

Surely people meet people through their friends, or friends’ friends. In my case, it took three individuals and a year to meet Girl D. Had either Boy A or I decided not to log online for chat that day, all the twists and turns, all the encounters during my time here would not have eventuated.

It got me thinking; we go through everyday like a pinball machine. Once the ball drops to one side of aspects, it’s almost impossible to shift to the other side – it may only try to shift as close as luck and gravity dictate. Well what can you do? As they say, live with it.

So after all, what did the Girl D experience entail? Boy A, B and Girl C have since become good friends, there hasn’t been any Boy or Girl E and the pinball has almost reached the bottom hole.

Maybe time for another go.

Television, tukar pikiran

NEVER GIVE UP!!!!

Gara-gara heboh forward emails dari temen-temen gue and beberapa comment rada ngga enak di salah satu milist yang gue ikutin, gue jadi penasaran pengen nonton kayak apa sih sinetron “Buku Harian Nayla” yang dihujat sana sini itu. Ditambah pula kehebohan temen-temen serumah gue, pas waktu ngobrol di ruang makan, yang ngga berhenti saling mengingatkan kalo nanti itu adalah episode terakhir. Hwaaaaaaah… kayaknya gue satu-satu manusia di rumah itu yang ngga pernah nonton sinetron sampe ngga ngerti lagi ma judul-judulnya. Maka, jadilah semalem dari jam sembilan kurang gue udah mantengin televisi gue di stasiun yang bakal menayangkan tuch sinetron. Takut kelupaan!!!! Wakakakakakaka… =))

Begitu mulai, tadinya gue udah merasa bakal ngga ngerti jalan ceritanya… secara udah episode terakhir pula. Ternyata, di awal episode itu, agak sedikit flash back ke episode-episode yang kemaren.  Lumayan deh… karena ceritanya simple kok. Cerita seorang perempuan bernama Nayla yang menderita penyakit Ataxia?? (bener ngga sih gue nulisnya.. hehe.. secara baru denger juga gue… penyakit apaan lagi itu…). Suatu penyakit yang intinya menyerang syaraf penderitanya hingga ngga bisa merasakan gerakan anggota tubuh, dan belum bisa disembuhkan sampe sekarang. Tapi bukan gara-gara penyakit yang belum pernah gue denger itu gue jadi nulis posting ini, melainkan semangat juang si Nayla menghadapi penyakitnya sampai dia meninggal, dan bahwa apapun masalah yang kita hadapi jawabannya kita kembalikan lagi ma Tuhan. That was so damn cool!!!! Bikin gue sampe ikut mengharu biru semalem (hehehehe jadi maluuuuu…), and sempat terlintas rasa menyesal cuma bisa nonton satu episode.. hihihihihi… 😛

Anyway, terlepas dari semua komentar yang gue baca mengenai sinetron ini, satu pesan moral yang gue dapet dari sinetron itu adalah jangan pernah menyerah dalam menghadapi masalah yang kita dapat betapa pun berat nya, karena semua sudah di atur oleh Yang Kuasa. Toh dunia tetap berjalan dengan normalnya walaupun kita berasa pengen mati gara-gara ngadepin masalah berat. Jadi pilihannya tinggal, hal-hal berguna apa yang dapat kita perbuat untuk masa yang tinggal sebentar ini dan kalo bisa merubah keadaan seengga-engga jadi lebih baik buat kita dan orang-orang disekeliling kita atau menyerah pasrah merenungi nasib nunggu waktunya dan ngga berbuat apa-apa sama sekali… (eeeeh kok jadi inget cerita buku Tuesday With Morrie nya Mitch Albom??).

Dan pilihan pertama lah yang dipilih oleh Nayla (atau siapa pun nama aslinya di Jepang sana…). Dan masih akhir hidupnya pun masih dikelilingi sama orang-orang yang cinta dan sayang ma dia, yang kagum sama semangat hidupnya dia.

Jadi pengen malu ma diri sendiri nih, yang perasaan jadi orang paling sial sedunia padahal baru ketimpa masalah cetek doang… dan parahnya, suka menuntut orang lain, yang sebenernya ngga ada hubungannya, untuk SELALU ikut berempati dengan perasaan gue kayak yang masalah gue paling berat sedunia aja (karena gue lagi bersedih…), padahal ngga penting-penting banget juga buat merasa kalah. Dasar emang cengeng ajaaaah… hehehe…. Maafkan kalo diriku pernah begitu yaaaaaa… (hint hint)

Duuuh jadi penasaran pengen baca versi asli itu Diary. Udah diterjemahin belum ya kira-kira???

Seputar Kedodolan, tukar pikiran

More Than One………………….

Vultures
How many is too many? I think I’m gregarious by nature. I have my alone time, sometimes its toxic…but most of the time its much needed. But lately, lately I feel like an overly social…gregarious creature that craves the energy of more than one. I feed off the excitement of a group and love to hear the opinions of many.

Question: Why is it in nature polygamy is not only accepted, but considered a mode of survival and in human society it is frowned upon? If a woman were to have 3 or 4 men entertaining her, dinning her, all considered her mates…why is this such a bad thing? I think men do it more often and get away with it. Woman are forced to be more secretive.

Mind you, that’s just my opinion.

PS: cuma gatel pengen ngeluarin isi kepala udah tumpang tindih di otak gue dari kemaren-kemaren, tapi ngga sempet-sempet karena menumpuknya pekerjaan di atas meja gue… hehehehe… jadi ikut ngebahas soal poligami yang sekarang lagi marak dan ramai di infotainment, milist-milist dan forward email dari teman-teman. Cuma dua kata untuk itu… : Capek deeeeeeh…

tukar pikiran

Love the limbs you’re in…………….xo

I met someone today who really made me think about life and daily adventures. Its funny, you don’t really think about how much you appreciate walking, breathing, talking, and/or having a fully functioning healthy body until a) you don’t have one yourself due to accident or b) someone close to you shares their experience of misfortune and/or accident. Well, b) happened today.

I was sitting in my office working away and had been invited to go for a little ‘lunch date’ with a co-worker. I usually bow-down from such suggestions as I have a strict policy that involves NO DATING of people that work in the same field or vicinity of me. I usually like to have my own space and date long distance and or rely on expiration dating in which the individual has plans to leave my city of occupancy for a new province or country. So far it’s kept me happy and lets me have my own independence, however I’m getting greedy and find I like things closer to home (sometimes). Mind you, inter-office relations are a little too close for comfort. However, this situation was twisted into a working lunch, so I figured I’d be friendly and see what’s up. Anyhow, to make a long story short he’s a sweet guy, smart, an amazing aptitude for languages, works within the environmental field, volunteers with handicapped people, volunteers with the cancer society, teaches dj’ing.. It’s ridiculous really. How does he find the time to get dressed in the morning let alone eat lunch? Anyhow, we strayed from work chit-chat and turns out he was in a horrible car accident when he was 16. Spent 3 weeks in a comma and had to re-learn how to talk, walk, eat…etc. It’s a truly amazing story. I think my jaw was dropped the entire time. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to forget how to talk? Think about it. How would you communicate if you want something, need something…and how would you get there if you couldn’t walk? It’s an amazing story, esp. considering if you look at him you’d have no idea.

It’s now after lunch and I’m sitting at my desk thinking about my upcoming trip. How would I go to that place if I was unable to talk, walk, stand up….I would be bound to a bed, incapable of doing anything. His attitude is amazing and completely optimistic. He has certain restrictions in his life now bc of the accident but he has faired far better than most. I have serious heels I’m pulling out for the planning this weekend and I thank the universe that I have the capability to wear them and dance the shit out of them.

I ask you Chiclicious readers to look at your limbs and love each and every one of them this evening (maybe have a partner do it for you).

Here’s to having moving parts that move and lips that talk and kiss……