Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Ramadhan Through My Eyes


Don’t hang on exclusively to any particular creed so that you disbelieve the rest, or you will disregard much that is good and miss the real Truth.
Allah is omnipotent and omnipresent and is not contained by any one religion,
for he says in the Qur’an “Wherever you turn, there is the face of Allah”
Ibn Arabi


Married with a Moslem guy, who never leave his religion principle, give me another insight of Moslem which I rarely seen in my others neither Moslem nor Christian friends, especially during Ramadhan this year.

Why this year ?

Because this year is the worst Ramadhan for me (read : In My Eyes). The regulation endorsed by MUI and legalized by the government, since there’s no reaction from the government it self, of worker at entertainment sector, like spa or other night entertainment, made me feel sorry for them.

According to MUI – like I saw in the news – the entertainment sector like spa and night entertainment should be closed during Ramadhan and the workers have to find another job. It was their mistake of choosing that kind of job, a job that not under “Halal” category.

The other thing also regarding the opening of food stall at one province, the authorized have instructed them to close down the restaurant because it was Ramadhan.
Seems to me that during Ramadhan people are wearing their “holy” mask, suddenly forgot what they used to do during other month. Suddenly all the bad things are something that have to be destroy and vanish from this country.

Suddenly we became a nation where all the immoral issue, is not there. We become the artificial holy person.

As I explained in the beginning, am not a Moslem, I’m married a Moslem guy, who gave me a different picture of Islam than what I heard or I saw through the news.

The picture of Islam which respect others, where the all rules came from a reason, where the meaning of Ramadhan as Holy month is noble in the eyes of a Catholic person.

Fasting in my religion is also an instruction by the religion, like in Ramadhan. The way we fasting is totally different with Moslem, but the value of fasting is the same.

Fasting is the time to relate our self (read : Our self not others) with God, to communicate more and deeply with Him so by doing that hopefully we can be a better person.

Therefore since fasting is so personal, then this entire year incidence made me questioning them, the regulator of all the cause of the incidence. Do they understand the value of Ramadhan ? Do they value the diversity ? Do they value the tolerance ?

And at the same time, I’m also questioning the day after Ramadhan over. Are they – the same person – back to the real them ? Who loves to pamper themselves in spa, in night entertainment, in the world of alcohol, in the world of immorality ? And all the holy script that they read, that they convey through their preach, be forgotten.

I’m afraid the answer is “Yes, all the holy things that they did during Ramadhan will be forgotten” and they will take of their “holy” mask, replace it with their own face.

Then Ramadhan will be useless, our tolerance as a non Moslem will be useless, because their “Holy” face made me saw Moslem through different perspective.

But as my husband told me “Remember, don’t blame the religion, it’s the people who make the religion looks bad” and because I’m not a holy person either, then Ramadhan for me is another month just like ordinary month that I have to face for this year. The ordinary month that gave me another lesson in my life.

Who knows next year, if God still give me permission to live, Ramadhan will be different from today and we will live in better world, a world where we respect our diversity

Monday, September 29, 2008

Cerat Centhini - The hidden treasure


I just bought a book; the title is “Centhini – Kekasih Yang Tersembunyi”, a classic masterpiece of Javanese literature. Written in 1814, this literature consists of Javanese tradition and knowledge.

I have searched Cerat Centini since I was a teenager. Every time I found the book, it’s always in Javanese language, a language that I don’t understand. But this time, I found my treasure in my mother tongue language, Bahasa Indonesia language.

I was full of happiness until I read that it was translated from France language, the title is “Les Chants de l’ille a dormir debout – Le Livre de Centhini” and published in 2002.

Suddenly I feel sorry for myself, sorry because Cerat Centhini is our treasure, Indonesia treasures not others. Then why it was written in France before finally translated to Indonesian ?

The answer is because Cerat Centhini to others Javanese expert was too sacred to be translated to Indonesian language while to others was too dirty, like a coin has two sides, religion and desire.

The intention to write in France just because the France Ambassador, Thierry de Beauce, were looking for Javanese flower, then heard a story of Wijaya Kusuma, the only flower which bloom at midnight then lay before dawn. The flower which had written at the last part of Cerat Centhini.

A sad story isn’t it ? A France Ambassador requested to find the literature and translated to French whilst the ideal should be Ours, Indonesian, have to instruct our expert to find and translated in Bahasa Indonesia language instead of translated from Hanacaraka (Javanese alphabetical) to Javanese Latin alphabetical.

The borderline is the tradition, the two sides of a coin. The borderline that prevent us appreciate our history, our treasure.

No wonder Malaysian claimed our batik as theirs, our Angklung as theirs, our song as theirs. We never care; we never appreciate what we have. There are a lot of our treasures still in Dutch museum not in Indonesia museum, and we just keep quite, never ask the Dutch government to return the treasure they had taken from us.

Then suddenly I remembered my friend’s comment on my blog several weeks ago, “the silly thing the westerns learn a lot from easterners !” Here, a lot of Asian center in the university. I believe that you must ever heard “Jongko Joyoboyo” or “Arjuna Wiwaha” and so on ? We, at least me, can’t find it in Indonesia. But here ? Jeez, I can found it in the university’s library ! For both in Bahasa or Javanese !

Another sad, un-patriotic story from me ? Maybe …...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Another Quiz - Me, the Career Girl


I thought the quiz will say that am the woman of every man dream of.
Mother fairy can not change the result for me, too bad.
What can I say, it’s me anyway.




You are a Career Girl!



You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.
You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!
An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.
And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are.

British, Mecca and Toilet


Got this news from the writer during our plurk time last night :


Toilets which do not face the holy Islamic city of Mecca are among a raft of
design principles announced today aimed at making London's Olympic Park the most
inclusive and accessible so far.

The Olympic Delivery Authority (ODA) want its procurement, design and construction framework - or Inclusive Design Strategy - to produce an ideal venue for people of all cultures, faiths, ages and accessible to disabled people for the 2012 Games and beyond.

ODA chairman John Armitt is confident that future generations will be left with London's "most accessible and inclusive public park and sporting venues" after the Games.

An ODA spokeswoman said "a percentage of general toilets will not face Mecca" out of sensitivity. The numbers have not yet been confirmed.

Special washing facilities linked to prayer rooms are also planned for the Park, set in multiculturally diverse east London.

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This is the typical miss-understanding of religion. There’s no connection between Mecca and Toilet direction. Just because Moslem people have Mecca during their prayer, doesn’t mean that the toilet not allowed facing Mecca.

The tolerance should be in the right place, not just copied the concept of Moslem prayer into public facilities. People will laugh because its shown of their superficial understanding towards Islam.

Toilet for Olympic is one of the examples of the superficial knowledge of Islam. There is a lot of superficial knowledge towards Christian, or Budha or Hindu, which finally led to another fight or “war” between religions. A war that created because we respect other believes in a wrong way, not because we don’t know how to respect, but because we are too stubborn to ask to the right person.

According to Wikipedia ..
clipped from en.wikipedia.org
In Islam, this only lasted for seventeen months after Muhammad's arrival in Medina,[1]after which the Qiblah became oriented towards the Kaaba
in Mecca. According to accounts from the prophetMuhammad's companions, the change
happened very suddenly during the noon prayer in Medina, in a mosque known as Masjidal-Qiblatain (Mosque of the Two Qiblahs). Muhammad was leading the prayer when he received revelations from Allah instructing him to take the Kaaba as the
Qiblah (literally, "turn your face towards the Masjid al Haram")
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Muslim people are banned to cult Mecca, precisely Kaaba. Mecca or Kaaba is only a focal point for prayer.

clipped from en.wikipedia.org
In Muslim religious practice, supplicants must face this direction in prayer. Muslims do not worship the Kaaba or its contents; the Kaaba is simply a focal point for prayer. If someone is inside the Kaaba, they are allowed to pray facing any direction.
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So, back to the toilet issue, ODA makes it exaggerate. There’s no relation of toilet face direction to “face Mecca” direction.

I don’t’ understand why the ODA didn’t gain their understanding first before put their design in place. Are British going to rectify their mistake since their invasion in Jerusalem long time age and Iraq war recently ?

If they want to rectify their mistakes, then it is the time to make it right by asking to their Moslem community, to understand Moslem point of view of Mecca or Kaaba. Instead of making those silly statement of toilet will not face Mecca.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Moment of Truth - The Dark Side


Have you ever watch “Moment of Truth” variety show in Star World channel ?
I have, twice, and will continue to watch it.

The variety show was run by Fox
Fox has announced The Moment of Truth, a new game show that will quiz
contestants on personal questions and use a lie detector to determine if they're
telling the truth, will premiere on Wednesday, January 23 at 9PM ET/PT.

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The show where we could mirror ourselves through somebody’s life; the show that manipulate people through their need of money.

In that show we can see how people may forgotten their own happiness to pursue their target to win the money, even though they have to publicly open the sad story in their family, or make their parents cry, or make their husband or best friend hurt.

I believe that every family in this world has their own dark side, where the side becomes the secret of them selves. As a person, we also have our dark side, the feeling that we hide deep down inside our self, which no one knows about it, not even our closest friend or even our better half.

In this show, that person, are willing to reveal their own secret and their family secret, just in the name of money.

Despite its high ratings and international spinoffs, the show's original
Colombian edition -- which featured a maximum prize of $50,000 -- was recently
canceled
after a contestant won $25,000 by admitting she had hired someone
to kill her husband.
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The question are vary, from their sex life, their feeling towards their better half or parents, their trust to their better half and their best friend, their dark side that their hide, and even to their secret when they pursue their position.
"The crime couldn't be carried out because the hit man tipped off my husband and
he ran away forever -- God save me," the contestant, a
Colombian woman named Rosa Maria Solano, said after her revelation,
according to The Associated Press.

blog it
I’m amazed with their spirit to pursue the money, the large amount that could change their lives, the amounts that can help them build their dream, and whilst at the same time could destroy the happiness that they have before.

Like my little daughter told me, “I don’t understand why people able to do that without having a 2nd thought. They didn’t have a heart to their mother, their husband and their best friend.”

And the lie detector will be the judges of all the questions, “Do you trust your husband ? Have you ever slept with your wife’s friend ? Do you still hate your father ? In your heart are you happy that your mother was far away from you ? Do you believe your husband if you have to left him with your best friend ? Have you ever slept with somebody to get the position that you’ve now ?”

Contestants competing on The Moment of Truth will be
hooked-up to a lie detector and asked to answer 21 questions without fibbing for
the chance to win the $500,000 grand prize. Not surprisingly, the
questions' subject matter grows more difficult with each correct answer given
and -- as friends and family members watch from the studio audience -- owning up
to the truth becomes harder.
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If I have to choose, I will choose to keep the dark side with me ...



Thursday, September 25, 2008

Ramadhan, Porn and Poverty


Within these months there are 3 issues that hanging around in our National or Local newspaper and most of my blogger friend, and the issues are Ramadhan, Pornography Law and Poverty.

When all the issue became one of the topics in most of my blogger friend, and followed by the news in TV or newspaper, I only participated in the commentary field by giving my thought on each of my blogger friend.

So now when Ramadhan near to the end, I strongly believe that the last two issues still hanging there, while the issue of Ramadhan will vanish and forgotten until the future Ramadhan come again.

The issue during Ramadhan, as far as I remember, only in the terms of “how to prevent the fasting people from break their fasting”, the terms that lead to the robbery of human right to work in the night entertainment, spa; that lead FPI by doing the anarchist damaging to the club or restaurant which under “their terms” of night entertainment.

The terms that finally got endorsement from MUI that the blue collar people who work in that kind of place under night entertainment category must be able to find a “Halal” job and this is the lesson that they have to learn.

So, during Ramadhan, those blue collar people have to joint the million un-employed people in Indonesia.

Well, Ramadhan will be over soon and now people are busy discussing of how bad the government treatment for the people to celebrate Ied at their home town, there’s no follow up discussion of banned restaurant, alcohol and sex; no follow up discussion of how those people’s lived.

Start from the 1st day of Ied, all banned category back to normal and the issue will come to surface when next Ramadhan coming.

The other issue which relate to Ramadhan is Poverty.

As we have seen in TV or read in the newspaper or other blog, there are 21 people died because of charity (zakat) activity, the activity for the rich people to show their generosity to the poorer, and it only happens in Ramadhan since Ramadhan is the month to do all the good deeds.

So similar to the banned one, Poverty will also slowly vanish from the news, especially since one of the ministers stated that Indonesia level of poverty have decrease compare to last year. Whilst actually through the news we could see that even in our lovely capital several story of how children have to loose their opportunity to get an education just because of “money”, of how parents have to loose their sick children just because of “money”, and the case like Pasuruan, our lovely capital city have the same story like that last year.

Same as Ramadhan Rules, the Poverty also will slowly vanished and replace by Pornography Law.

Well, this one, it could be the Hot Topic after Ied, since this is the last vehicle for politician to gain the “Moslem” voter. The issue where people suddenly forgotten their evil dress and rush to buy their “angel” dress.

The new regulation that I believe that will lead to another vandal act, another bribery by the government, another ratification of condemning the insulting action of human right again.

And this time, suddenly I feel so tired to express my anger to those three kinds of issues, not because somebody has written in their blog. I just tired because at the end I felt that all the posting seems going nowhere.

We just sit at the corner and discussing this kind of issue, like we discussing the entertainment rumors during lunch time.

I felt nothing this time, or in other terms “apathetic” …


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Somebody's Eyes


Several days ago I went to Rima’s blog and stopped by at her post of Have You Ever. She got the meme from her friend Bilbo with the list of 150 things that her friend has done.

Well, it’s quite interesting though to see the 150 things of
Bilbo, to see how Bilbo pictures the world.

I’ve skimmed through the list and found out that I haven’t done even 50 % of the list, for not saying only 20 % ? Do I feel pathetic ? Yes, in the beginning, I felt like I haven’t done anything in this world. He have done a lot of things in his age, while me which is younger than him, don’t even have done half than his list.

Then after I left my comment on Rima’s, I went through again Bilbo’s list, and suddenly I found that there are also several things that Bilbo haven’t done yet or he can’t do that because he is a man, while am a woman.

So back to the feelings things, I then realized that everybody has their own list, their own achievement and most likely we never made that list like Bilbo’s did.

We tend to look at somebody’s list and compare ourselves to others without remembering the other things that we have done and that’s human.

In life, in work, that is how we justify ourselves, through somebody’s eyes, whilst actually that somebody’s eyes may not be clear enough because somebody’s also have their own justification.

We live by the shadow of people’s comment, of people’s reaction toward us, even though we know that deep down inside it torture ourselves. We exchange a little bit of ours with others.

Well, it is acceptable as long as the exchange is something that we are willing but what if the exchange is because of somebody’s eyes, somebody’s justification ?

You may say that it is how we should live in this world.
Maybe …, but if the eyes make me suffer, I don’t think that I should change and become somebody’s new, the “new” look that even ourselves hardly to know.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

My Love to the Earth


This question came from GAIA to my Inbox :
If someone came to you and said that they wanted to show their love to the planet, what would you recommend they do ?


If I met that someone definitely my recommendation is to bring Peacefulness to the world and Fight the Poverty. Nothing else that I want only that two big and meaningful word. It’s been century that Peace and Poverty never stay long in one place.

History had given us a lot of evidence that Peace was only a word when it comes to diversity, when it comes to disagreement, when it comes to religion, when it comes to culture, when it comes to Human Being.

History had given us a lot of evidence that Poverty also an abstract word, where for some people, Poverty is like a story in fairy tale, while others dealt with that word for the rest of their live and wondering when it will end.

Indonesia is a place where different religion lived since centuries ago, where the different culture meet each other since the history tried to portrayed them. Four major religions live longer than the history of Indonesia itself and they colored Indonesia culture by the beauty of the religion itself.

But why nowadays the understanding of the disagreement is not there anymore ? That minority have to follow the majority ? Because it is how the rule to live in this world ?

Why suddenly religions become an identity, especially for two major religions in the world, Moslem and Christian ? The agitation always starts from the intolerance of other’s beliefs.

We don’t have to go across the world to discuss about Peacefulness nor to discuss Poverty.

Right in front of our eyes, poverty are standing there, not to begging the mercy from rich people, Poverty are standing there to get the acknowledgement from all of us that we have forgotten them.
We can not deny that in this world, there are always the rich and the poor, the majority and the minority, we have to accept it. But it doesn’t mean that we can not do anything, it doesn’t mean that we can keep quiet and continue with our lives.

I love the idea of “Food for Work”, where we create an opportunity for the poorer to work, instead of giving them the money for free. By doing that, we give them back their dignity as a person and most of all; we value them as a human being.

We tend to find a solution from big idea while actually the big idea starts from the small idea, as a grown up start from the kid.

So, if someone comes to me, my recommendation still the same but I will add something to my recommendation that look at our nearest first then others. Don’t talk about neither the whole world nor the country, start from within first.

I always believe that nothing is impossible, as there’s an era where Jerusalem was the city of tolerance, where 3 religions hand in hand together without border.


By having a peacefull world, our Earth will live longer.


Saturday, September 20, 2008

What Did I Believe As A Child


Childhood is a period where mind can travel to every part of the world, to every sky, to every darkness or lightness out there, without anyone can stop it.

When I was a little I thought that Rabbit was always sitting in the moon and every time I always tried to find the Rabbit in the moon just to figure what she were doing.

And sometimes, as a grown up person, I still tried to find the Rabbit when there’s a full moon even though I know that it’s totally wrong, but somehow the voice inside me told me to find the Rabbit.

How amazing that period, the Childhood period, where we let our mind traveled to every part in the world, to fly high to the sky where the fairy lives, to hide from the monster of the darkness, to get help from the light. How amazing to own it, to own our thought where no one can touch that thought.

The believing of the dwarf if I made a mistake, that they will put me in their tiny house inside the bushes. The believing of how spacious our world is, where every part of the world is a mystery, and how beautiful to go to every part of the world. The believing that someday when I grown up and became one of Indonesian Woman Pilot, world is in my hand.

The believing that World was greener, where the animals were live happily, of how beautiful it was to took a picture of our world from above. The believing that World was a mystery, of how to be at the other part of the World was kind like magic.

How Africa was a mysterious world, and my eagerness to go there and explore the world of Africa; How Europe was a beautiful world where the entire composer live and took me to music imagination every time I heard a tune.

How amazing it was, when realism was never took part in the imagination world. How amazing it was, to believe that there’s no war, that we can live happily ever after.

I never throw away my Child’s believing …
Never.. Ever …

Sometimes, on my way back home, where I could see Full Moon through my car window, I always wondering, where’s my rabbit. Is she still there, sitting in the moon ?

Sometimes, on my business trip, when I fly above the sky, I always wondering, where my green world is, and when I found it, the happiness of finding a treasure were there…

No .. I don’t want to throw away my childhood dream …


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

McCain and His BlackBerry Invention


This morning when I’m doing my plurking morning, one of my plurking friend Nethead, shared the article from New York Times of the invention of Black Berry.

It’s funny though, a no-brainer comment that makes people laugh out loud.

Here I quote the news :


One of Senator John McCain’s top economic advisers seemed to credit Mr. McCain with helping “create” the BlackBerry in a briefing with reporters here Tuesday – a remark that the McCain campaign quickly stepped back from.

The adviser, Douglas Holtz-Eakin, was briefing reporters on Mr. McCain’s prescriptions for the
meltdown on Wall Street, and citing his experience as the chairman of the commerce committee, when he was asked what Mr. McCain had done on the commerce committee that would show Americans that he understands financial markets.

“He didn’t have jurisdiction over financial markets, first and foremost,’’ Mr. Holtz-Eakin said, before wandering into more politically perilous ground.

“But he did this,’’ he said, holding up what looked like a BlackBerry. “The telecommunications of the United States, the premier innovation of the past 15 years, comes right through the commerce committee. So you’re looking at the miracle that John McCain helped create. And that’s what he did”

Sometimes we can do foolish thing to gain attention from others, but for that such celebrity like Mr. McCain, I don’t think so.

Mr. McCain is neither a movie star nor rock star, he is the candidate of President of United States, the country where everybody lay their eyes on it.
Anyway, it’s still an interesting topic during plurk world today (my time) and yesterday (Mr. McCain’s time).


PS :
The other information stated in the news was previously Vice President Al Gore stated that he took the initiative to invent the internet.


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

"Lost in Translation" .. a book


As a person who is born with English as not her mother tongue, English is a language that she has to learn for all of her life, except if she decided to quit and never use that language any more.

But since English has become the International Language, follow by France, there’s like an obligation to put English in every signage, or any information related to society in other country where English is not their mother tongue too.

Several months ago, I bought a book, the title is “Lost in Translation” by Charlie Croker. It’s an old book, published in 2006. He portrait the genuine grammar-gargling from around the world.

The good point of this book, the writer admitted that his understanding of the country language were not as the people understanding of his language, English, when he traveled.

SIGN LANGUAGE
Temple in Burma
Footwearing strictly prohibited

Indian National Park
Ramganga River is inhabited by crocodiles. Swimming is prohibited. Survivors will be prosecuted.

Tibet.
Reception Centre for the Unorganised Tourists

Chinese Sign
Little grass is smiling slightly, please walk o the pavement

On a tap in a Finnish washroom
To stop the drip, turn cock to right

In a temple in Bangkok, Thailand
It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.

The government in Seoul, South Korea, established a hotline for taxi passengers who encountered rudeness. A sign in taxis advised of this :
Intercourse Discomfort Report Centre.

Well there is more of the portrait example, and I haven’t finish reading this book yet. I only read it to relieve my stress.

And here it is, the examples of my English, when I put my comment of mosquito electric racket. I was trying to say ..”to kill the flies” and end up with ..”to kill the flea”
It’s multi-function too, to kill the flea, remember of how hygienic our food is ?


PS
Hey, we need to laugh to ourselves sometimes, at least it sooth our life.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Yin and Yang - The Harmony - Ebony and Ivory



Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony.
Side by side on my piano keyboard oh Lord why don’t we ?
We all know that people are the same where ever you go
There is good and bad in everyone
We learn to live we learn to give each other that we need to survive together alive


Do you remember the above song, the well-known song of Stevie Wonders ?

I’ve been thinking lately of this world, especially my world, in the sense of Harmony.
Seems to me that people longing for a harmony in their lives but to some extend they tend to forget how to put the “harmony” along their way.

The classic excuses are “because we are human”.
The classic comment is “but doesn’t mean because we are human we can do whatever we want”

My idea of harmony was come from my blogger friend, Rob and Tree, I found interesting thought from their post.
In my small world, where two east people with totally different religion met, I found that the Harmony is like city of Jerusalem, where three religions meet in one city. People may say that there’s no harmony in it, or how can the harmony be there, the foundation of our belief is totally different.

Indeed, yes, all of their comment was true, but in my case, I never push my husband to be on my side, neither him. We walk along like a railway, side by side. There’s a friction sometimes, if I let my frustration of syariah law out, for example. But we can clear it out through his explanation of the why and the how, the history; so I can understand, not to be agreeing with the issue, only to give me the understanding.

As I read in this article, that no one can make others understand, only the person itself, who can give the understanding to themselves.

In my small world, where two east people with totally different culture met, I found that the Harmony is like in the Plurk world, where everybody with different background can listen to the same music.

Therefore back to our World – not my small world – as Tree’s mentioned in his post of self-censorship, I found that if we want our world to be in Harmony, the self-censorship should be there.

Not in the terms to let it out what we think, but to understand others from their perspective, not to agree, but to understand. Sometimes the agreement is disagree. But as long as we understand that we agree to disagree, than the disagreement will be a disagreement in “self-censorship” as Treespotter stated in his post.

As a human, our ego as a nation, our ego as a religious people, our ego as a person, is something we can not avoid. The ego stays with us for centuries, longer than we ever know. Therefore, the history can tell us a story of mankind. Same as “the ego” the history also can tell us of “the journey of the voice of our inner-self”.

But as a human also, they never learn or tend to forgotten to balance the ego and voice of inner-self (self-censorship).

Therefore the dreaming of better world is still something that beyond imagination for all of us. Don’t look at the biggest part, but look at ourselves, in our small world.

Am I able to do that ?
The classic comment from a human “I try even though I fall several times”.





Plurk World


Currently, the world is busy with Plurk. Everybody ask me when I introduce them with Plurk and I always tell them that Plurk is a world where everybody can talk, can tease each other, can learn something new and know each other.

What is the difference with Facebook or Friendster .In this case, the only answer I have is a circle of friend that you know same as friendster. Plurk, is something different, it’s like a poison, once you know Plurk, then you’ll attach to it, you can’t go far away from Plurk and Plurk is contagious.

If somebody asked me to describe one word about Plurk, well .. I may say that Plurk is where the world becomes one world, where there’s no time span, where everybody become our friends despite all the difference we have.

That was the answer of the non-engineer person. Therefore, to give you knowledge about Plurk,

I quote the explanation that I got from Wikipedia.

Plurk is a free social networking and micro-blogging service that allows users to send updates (otherwise known as plurks) through short messages or links, which can be up to 140 text characters in length.

Updates are then shown on the user's home page using a timeline which lists all the updates received in chronological order, and delivered to other users who have signed up to receive them. Users can respond to other users' updates from their timeline through the Plurk.com website, by instant messaging, or by text messaging

Plurk was developed by and envisioned as a communication medium meant to form a balance between blogs and social networks, and between e-mail messaging and instant messaging. After months of development, Plurk was launched on May 2008.

While perusing the internet recently, I stumbled upon a cool new site called Plurk. The site, launched January 23 by user interface specialist Alvin Woon, looks a tiny bit familiar. That’s because it combines features from micro-blogging service Twitter, with a touch of Friendfeed, the social conversation aggregator, and privacy features that closely mirror Facebook to put “your life on the line.”

The etymology of the name was explained by the developers as such:

abbreviation of 'people' and 'lurk'
portmanteau of 'play' and 'work'
acronym of peace, love, unity, respect, and karma
verb neologism, similar to how Google was eventually used as a verb

One more thing, there’s an important thing in Plurk, we called it Karma. I’m the person who doesn’t bother my Karma point. As long as I can put my thought, my un-important thing, share something, it’s enough.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Beauty of My Silver-lines


Life is about change
Sometimes it’s painful
Sometimes it’s beautiful
But most of the time it’s both conscious


What is the beauty of being old, especially for a woman ?

The beauty is how lucky we are because we have been in younger stage, whilst the younger haven’t been in the older stage.

The beauty is because finally we learned to accept the wrinkles, hormonal changes, slower metabolism and bone deteriorating.

The beauty is because we can watch the world turn back to the age when we were a kid, and watch our daughter, our nephew, walk in our past path.

The beauty is even though the wrinkles are there, the spirit to stay young is still there, and the spirit to look the world through the different lens is still there.

The beauty is because we know that finally, someday, our life is not ours anymore, our life slowly vanishing to the air.

The beauty is because finally we live with our memory of the past, the good and the bad one, love and hatred.

So, do I realize that am being old ? Yes, I do.

My silver-lines are sneak-up on my brown black hair, which finally show the dignity of the beauty of being old.
My body metabolism is going slower, even though I work out twice a week to get a firm tone of my muscle.
My proud of being a woman, where the beauty of her was not weigh based on her appearance but in her personality.

So, do I regret of being old ? No, I’m not.

Because my spirit to enjoy the world, to grab the knowledge, to feel the love of my surrounding, the opportunity to be in the middle of younger people, to see the world from their lens is still there.

No, definitely the answer is No, I have no regrets at all, except for one thing; I regret that I’m not born in this time machine, where the world becomes smaller but at the same time becomes far away.

No, definitely the answer is No, because it is how life’s turn to be.

You're Always On My Mind


This is an old song, the song that I heard when I was a kid.
I think my dad was the person who introduces me to this song, through the voice of Elvis Presley.

I’ve got this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3DXyfL3HX0 through plurkies world, when nethead share this to all of us, in early morning.


The voice of Willie Nelson and the quietness of the early morning was like a magic in my relaxing time, the time I’ve got the inspiration to write. Amazingly, at the same time also, I found the video of Willie Nelson collaborate with Diana Krall and Elvis Costello. I called it “Three Generations in One Song”.

Suddenly I realized that time has flies so fast, and left me a lot of mark in every stages of my life.

As my nephew said, I maybe old enough but I have the energy that the generation of mine may don’t have.

The span of time when Elvis Costelo’s sang this song and when he’s with Diana Krall was around 15 years, but the voice still the same, the spirit still the same.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Anonymous and Me


Decisions are only the beginning of something.
When someone makes a decision he is, in fact,
plunging into a powerful current
that carries him to a place
he had never even dreamed of
when he made that initial decision.
(The Alchemist)


When lately Anonymous stop by at my blog and left his comment several times, I always told myself that I have to put the comment verification to be verified before finally publish it. Every time also, I let myself to hold that kind of verification, not because I’m ready for all the anonymous comment; but because I want to give a freedom to speak, to give a freedom to express to anyone and also the anonymous of my thinking process.

It’s always nice to know the person who gave you their comment, bad or good agree or disagree, even though they were in the “illusion” world. And if for some reason the person would like to appear as the Anonymous, then I also have to accept their comment, because we are in the “illusion” world, the blogger world.

So when the anonymous came and start to ruin my world – if I may say so – by posting the anonymous comment as if that person knows me better than my husband and my children, I was totally speechless.

From replied back the anonymous comment, let the comment to be there and acted as if the comment wasn’t there until I deleted the comment – the latest one was yesterday – I have tried to stay calm.

Until the last one, I’m in the middle of processing to delete the anonymous comment, when suddenly I read Elyani’s comment as a replied to the anonymous comment. Her comment that made me fell that I’ve made the right decision by still open the comment as it is.

The decision was based on these thinking :

When I wrote I never tried to impress my reader. My blog is my world, my voice of my thinking process. A place where I can write anything, where I can heal myself of my frustration, my anger, my sadness, my joy and my childish that I have beneath in me.

The blog are dedicated to my daughters, they know that I love my blog, a place where no one can touch me. They know that someday when I have to leave this world, when they need me, they still can stop by and read my post as if I was there, share with them the outside world.

And if I believe in freedom to talk, then I also have to give myself a space for the non tolerance to express their selves, even though they breach the democracy to express the freedom (a thought from another friend due to the anonymous thing ….)

So, what if the anonymous left another comment, the irrelevant comment ?

Well, the decision is on me, right ? I can delete it, or just leave the comment as it is.

I’m not a perfect person, not a perfect employee, not a perfect mother, not a perfect wife. So, here I am, me and my 2 cents …

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A Mother's Mumbling


The inspiration comes from here and here ….
Don’t ask me the reason but lately my two blogger friend reminds me of the beautiful things I have in this world.

Just finished posting to my Indonesian blog, Restless Mind, when suddenly I realized that my little daughter forgot to bring her Kleenex tissue. She’s suffering of cold and she really needs that. Her Kleenex tissue.

Can’t do much since she’s already left home to school and I have made my rule of the school things that she’s forgotten. She has to bear the punishment from the school because of her ignorance or whatever consequences she may encounter.

But that’s not the thing that bothering me, her question before she left the house when she kissed my cheek, “are you going home late today ?”.

The normal question which sometimes irritating me especially when I know that I have to spend over time at the office because of the meeting or the project that I’m responsible of.

The frustration was due to my inability to handle her next question, the typical child question which started with “why”, especially since it will lead to another long explanation with the comment from the little one, “ok, but what time are you arrive at home.” The twist of “why” question.

I know the answer of my wondering hopes, the hopes of when this never ending question will end and they let me live my life. I know that the answer is soon enough, but unfortunately it seems for me that the soon enough still long enough.

I just want to answer that question by saying, soon when she’s entering her teenager stage, but then I realized that my oldest one have her own way to remind me that I’m not a single person anymore.

Friday is my time to do my hang-out schedule with my friends. Most of the time we just do the chit-chat or watch a movie or do the windows shopping which turn into real shopping, or sometimes the reunion times where we spend the night with my old friends.

So when the schedule is come, I told my two beautiful daughters that I’m going to spend the night with my bunch of friend or with my best friend by mentioning my friends name, to emphasize that night is my ‘time’.

The common question of what time do you arrive at home is the question that I have to handle from both of them. But when the night is come and am still in my mood of hang-out, my oldest always call me and asked the same question like the little one, “where are you ?” “Are you still be with your friends “, “how long that you will be there.”. And suddenly all the head is turn on me, ask the same question, “your husband ?” because of my answer to my lovely oldest daughter. Then after that every half an hour, she will call me to check my latest situation.

I remembered my mom reminds me that the time will come when they don’t need us anymore and busy with their own world.

Well I have to say that yes, she’s right but it seems to me that their dependability on me, as a mother, never ends, and it changed in every stages of their lives.

I’m a grown up woman, a mother of two beautiful daughters, but I still need my mom when I want to make a decision that will impact my life.

The silly one and it’s still always like that, every time I have an offering from another company, I always need my mom’s approval. I feel that I can’t live in peace if she didn’t give me the blessing to move on.

Silly ? Yes, I know, but I can’t let that feeling go ….

So, did I ask my maid to deliver the Kleenex tissue to her school ? No, the answer still the same, I want my daughters to deal with her own problem and learn from the mistakes.




Monday, September 08, 2008

Racist in the eyes of an Indonesian


It started here and here, the comment and statement on both of these two blog kept me asked my self of that question again and again.

“Are We Racist ?” – “Are Indonesian Racist ?” – “How Do We Accept all the differences in our country ?”

What is Racist means ? According to Wikipedia :

Racism, by its simplest definition, is the belief that
race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race. People with racist beliefs might hate certain groups of people according to their racial groups.

While the term racism usually denotes race-based
prejudice, violence, discrimination, or oppression, the term can also have varying and hotly contested definitions

If we are looking into Wikipedia definition then we may say that Indonesians are not racist, because it’s obvious that Indonesian never hate certain groups of people according to their racial groups.

Why ? Because we never value somebody based on their skin color and religion. We don’t have a term as “Black” and “White” definition to our people like in America.

But is that all, is that true that we are definitely are not racist ?

Yes, it may be true that we do not have the “Black” and “White” terms, but we have a lot of others term to express the stereotype of our culture, where the terms may lead to racism. In our discussion, it’s common to say that “no wonder, he/she is Chinese or no wonder; he/she is Manado, or other ethnic.” We never leave behind the stereotype of each ethnic; we live with that, the prejudice instinct.

Same with religion, there’s nothing new here. It’s common for the fanatical to look down at others, to give a statement to persuade others to follow their beliefs, to push other religion disciple to follow with their rules. It’s easy to condemn other religion as infidel, as unbeliever. How easy to bring a disagreement under “religious” law and persuade it as a legal law and do the harmful action based on that “religious” law.

I read article about “nation” and “civilization” of Indonesia, which bring me to the understanding of our “Racist” issue.

As a nation, we don’t have of what we called “Indonesia Civilization”, like American. We can not claim that the civilization that we have now is Indonesia Civilization, because when we build our nation, it was not based on our Indonesia Civilization instead it was based on our ethnicity, e.g. Batak, Sunda, Java, Manado, Bali, Chinese (name it). The realization to be a nation was due to colonialism, where we as a human being would like to have the freedom to act and to think.

Therefore back to
Treespotter question, are we racist ? If I may say, “Yes, we are racist” in all understanding of racism, we have to admit it.

No one in this world are not racist, everybody has their own judgment, their own prejudice towards others, ethnicity to other ethnicity, nation to nation, religion to religion, minority to majority, gender to gender. The difference only in the way we weigh or scale our racism in our blood, in our thinking, in our eyes.

As a human we can not deny it, we have that issue in our blood. Indonesian or not, American or not, African or not, Australian or not, China or not, I have to say, we all are racist in our own way.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

How Boyish or Girlish You Are

Got the link from The Writer .
Have to say that it's me ...



You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish



Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.
You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.
A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.
But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.



Slave of Gadget or Technology



I just realized that lately I’ve been the slave of technology, precisely the 24 hours mobile notification a.k.a. mobile phone.

It started when my company suddenly decided to give me another tools, so they can contact me anytime or at least I can reply to their question immediately, by knowing of my habit of answering the mail or sms.

I was surprised when they gave me a blackberry. I have used it before, in 2005, when everyone was still with Nokia communicator. The blackberry that I used was the first blackberry, the ugly and wide one.

Same as today, my 1st blackberry also a “gift” from my company to keep in touch with me, so I can answer or give my decision immediately.

Therefore, having a new blackberry – where it’s under company’s name – again for me is not like am having a bulk of money, instead I felt like am become a “prisoner” again.

There’s no reason for me to say that the network was bad or am still on my way to the office, or I don’t have the chance to open the mail or forgot to bring my data card.

Start on that date all the impossible becomes possible and start on that day also, I have to manage all of my 3 (three) cell phone besides my schedule and my team.


So I made a list of the pro and cons. Here’s the list of pro and cons of having 3 (three) cell phone :

Pros.
I can say that am in the middle of having conversation at the other phone
I can do different things with the phone, since all of the three cell phone have different features.
I can read all my mail, my RSS, plurking, chatting, anytime.
I have different game in each of my cell phone.
I don’t have to bring extra battery for my cell phone.

Cons.
No time for relaxing, every time I heard “You’ve got message” or “the tone of incoming mail from my BB”
No time for excuses that I haven’t read my mail.
No time for run away by saying that the connection was bad at home
I have to be ready when they need me.
I have to remember to charge all of my three cell phone.

Well, having a blackberry for just a life style maybe fun, but having a blackberry because of the company’s demand, is different thing.

But if I have to choose, after having the 2nd blackberry, I have to admit that it’s nice to have a gadget like that nowadays. Like world is in your hand.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Time Will Tell - Asia


This morning, when I do my plurking, one of my plurking friend, nethead, shares this music, the title is “Time Will Tell”.

Suddenly I remembered my little chit-chat with my friend; we discuss the meaning of friendship, of how we know that our friend is our true friend.

Then I told my friend, that “Time Will Tell” how our relationship will have the shape. No one in the world can do the prediction when our friend will become our true friend. Because trough time, through the up and down of our life, through the disagreement and agreement, through the laughter and the sadness, the friendship will grow.

Here's the song, that soothe my Friday morning, the lyric may different but the meaning ..well it's up to you, who listen to this music.

The Restless Mind - My Indonesian Blog


Finally, I have my Indonesian blog; I called it “The Restless Mind”
My first posting after a year I created the blog.
It’s not perfect yet, but I love it …
Hooraay to myself ..

PS.
I have another blog also.
Someday I’ll publish it as a “novel”.Only God knows when it will be finish


Thursday, September 04, 2008

The Difference Between Truth and Fact



Veritas est adaequatio rei et intellectus
Truth is equation [or adequation] of thing and intellect
Thomas Aquinas

Based on the Wikipedia :

The meaning of the word truth extends from honesty, good faith, and sincerity in general, to agreement with fact or reality in particular.

Fact is defined as something that is true, something that actually exists, or something that can be verified according to an established standard of evaluation.

In Bahasa Indonesia, Truth and Fact have different meaning. While in English, Fact synonymous with Truth or Reality, and a distinguishable from conclusions or opinions.

So, is there any difference between truth and fact ?

Yes there is a difference since truth comes after the fact. Truth is something more definite, it maybe true, maybe not. While fact, it is always there, without right or wrong label/stamp on it.

In reality, in the real world, there a lot that the truth is not always the “right thing” while the fact is always there, like an open book, without right or wrong label.

For example, the tragedy in May 1998, the truth is the tragedy shown how fragile we, as a nation, in accepting the difference between minority and majority. Is it true ? Politician may say many things to deny it, but the fact has shown that the major victim was the minority.

Like a marriage couple. The truth is they are still as a perfect couple, a happy husband and wife. The fact is the husband has an affair. So, are they happy ? Well, the truth shown that they are happy. But the fact have different meaning, different articulation.

So how we decide whether or not something is true ?

For me, the answer is through the fact not the truth. Because fact will be the basis for the right or wrong decision based on the norm.





Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Google Chrome



New buzz from my friend at Plurk “Google Chrome” and Tresspotter.
I think I will wait a while before have the confidence to use it.

The stupidity things is, I have install but am afraid to use it.
So I delete it. What an impulsive person.

I guess, I will try exploring it through on my way to the office

Anyway, if you want to know about Google Chrome, just follow the Comic Book link drawn by Scottt McCloud.

Henri Cartier - Bresson (2)

















Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Henri Cartier-Bresson


For me a camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity, the master of the instant which, in visual terms, questions and decides simultaneously. In order to “give a meaning” to the world, one has to feel involved in what one frames through the viewfinder. This attitude requires concentration, discipline of mind, sensitivity and geometry. It is by economy of means that one arrives at simplicity of expression.

To take a photograph is to hold one’s breath when all faculties converge in a face of fleeing reality. It is at that moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.

To take a photograph means to recognize – simultaneously and within a fraction of a second – both the fact itself and rigorous organization of visually perceived forms that give it meaning.

It is putting one’s head, one eyes, and one’s heart on the same axis

Henry Cartier-Bresson
22 Aug 1908 - 22 Aug 2008


Have you ever heard about him ?
He is my inspiration to practice my “snapshot”.

My beloved dad once took me to the imaginary Henri Cartier-Bresson through his photography book, by open my eyes of the difficulty to take a snapshot picture, of how to get the angle through our “eyes”.

Henri Cartier-Bresson and his snapshot make me try to look everyday lives, everyday scene through “the eyes of snapshot”.

If he’s alive, he’ll be in his 100 years and world must be have different angle from his “eyes”, from his “viewfinder”.

In the real world, every time, every year, photograph has the capacity to explore the beautiful vs the sadness thing of our World.



Monday, September 01, 2008

Sex with Own Brother ?


Need a real example of how most of the time Life is both conscious ?

Read the link that I got from my friend’s plurk, published in times.com, the title is “I
had sex with my brother but I don’t feel guilty”.

I read it over and over again, but still can’t understand it clearly. I heard a lot of incest in the family, but not this kind of things.

I believe old people will say that world is getting older, or the fanatical people may say that God will curse them.

Me ? None of those two above, I’m not the right person to judge.
I just wonder how it could be happen …..