INNER VOICE

What a though year, don't you agree? I have many conflicts within this mind and towards others... if you follow all the posts in this blog, you'll notice that there are many ups and downs during the year. Exhausted? indeed. But I'm pretty much confident with the values I received all this time. It is not a waste at all... As days disappeared, karma, good or bad, depends on what we do that is; does its job from time to time, and knowledge expands infinitely. Now isn't that wonderful?

Well I sometimes forgot about the gift from the Universe, which are life experiences and days. And during this month, I was being reminded of my past, the dark side of my childhood, and I panicked because my score reduce in significant amount lately. Even though I'm not the type of a student who's very straight when it comes to score and I have this principle that I'm willing to learn and not to catch good scores, it's a big hurting hint for me. I have a huge fear that I will not survive high school and I have to start it all over again. My family expect me to be successful in school because I'm the only one in the family who takes science pathway, and they expect me to have scholarship. Truth is, I'm not into 'school', and deep inside I have a strong wish that I could just escape school life and learn things on my own, because I don't like today's school system and it's just a waste of time for me. Unfortunately, such thing is not that possible in this country.

So yeah the point is, memories of the past haunt me, and I have a big fear that I will not survive in school. My energy dropped ever since, and I'm unable to focus myself on spirituality like I used to. I got so tired easily, and a few health problems occur lately.

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Have you ever experienced being guide with your own 'inner voice'? This happens to me right now. What I believe is that inner voice is a guidance from your soul. You see, your soul is wayyyy more smarter and wiser than what you expected. The reasons why we very often do ridiculous mistakes like fighting or stealing is that we are disconnected from our soul. We tend to choose listening to our rational mind instead of the heart while in order to gain balance, we need to use both. heart is the 'mind' of your soul, while the rational mind is a physical matter that concludes today's reality. It's like this, your heart said that you need to be kind to others. The rational mind think of the ways you can share kindness, like giving free hugs, bake a cake for the orphans, etc. People who seemed 'heartless' lost their connection with their souls, and people who seemed to be 'too kind' does not use their rational mind. Heart speaks inner voice, the voice of your soul, and rational mind 'types' strategies, logical matters.

Here's my experience of inner voice, so like I said before, I'm currently in a stage where I feel way too exhausted, afraid and drowned in a deep sense of guilt and anger. I am unable to find someone to talk to because everyone's being too busy and, in case of the past memories, it's too personal and only a few people are authorized to know about it. As I lay myself down to calm me down, I feel like someone, deep inside me, speaking through my mind, giving an advice. It said that I should calmed down and let things flow... being panic is normal because it's a natural alert to push myself and prepare things up. the only thing that blocks everything, making me unable to reach higher scores, is fear. I fear too much, and fear is the type of energy that is able to block any potentials, and I'm sure everyone of you experienced this. I have to let go the fear, put confidence in anything. confidence is one of personal motivation.

About the past, I haven't meet the person whom I owed my apologies, and I may never see this person ever again. But a pure forgiveness can be send from the morning wind, from the sound of birds... as long as it's pure the person will feel it. Sometimes we can write expressions without words.

What do you know? those are the most effective advices I ever had. This reminds me that we are all so very powerful deep inside and so very wise, yet sometimes we just forget about that.

So how to listen to our inner voice? simple. first we have to calm ourselves, think about the problems without being disturbed by emotions, and ask for advices inside our heart. there will be answers, whether it will came in sentences pass through our mind or pictures of the solutions. Our inner voice is within us, and we can access it anytime we want. When receiving advices from the inner voice, use the rational mind to think of the ways to do it. Do not use the rational mind without using inner voice at first.

Namaste!~

CHARACTERS IN ME; ONE PERSON, DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES

Well, everyone has their sides. The evil side, the innocent side, the crazy side... and so do I. Also known as alter-ego, that is. It's kinda normal, because spiritually we're traveling from one life to another as different individuals in each lifetime. Well that's what I, and some people, believe. Have you ever realize that you're being a different person at one time, and in the other day, becoming another different person? Or act differently to each person you met? You're showing different characteristics to different people. I think, everyone's doing it even if they do not realize that, or there is a small difference from each characteristics shown.

So, I have these few different characters, but most of the time, the one I often use is the 'normal teen-ish characteristic', supporting my present role as a high school teen. This one is very random, curious, rebellious, free spirit... typical characteristics that most teenagers have. Hey, I've been a teenager several times.

There's also the mature side of me. This one is very intuitive, imaginative and wise, and also critical when it comes to politics, spirituality, beliefs, empathy and emotions. I particularly use this character when talking to someone who's also very critical or elder person who seeks advices. This side meditate inside me due to my old-soul journey. I can only reach this side when I'm in a very balance state; able to let things flow and is in a very good mood.

Just like the 'yin-yang' theory, maturity has its opposite, known as childish. The childish side of me is very unstable, stubborn, and selfish. During the first semester of grade 10, I often display this one and now I regret that. This appears when I am not able to control myself. Perhaps this one came from the imbalance state, when I'm unable to remember 'who I really am', and the union with 'All That Is'.

Like everyone else, I have my own dark side, in which I often hide. It only appears at particular event that  leads me to anger, or when being reminded of something that ruins my mood. I am a patient person, to be honest, so when I'm in my imbalance, 'angry' state, I can be a totally different person. This one is abusive and apathetic, and long ago, my pets, and someone in the past, were the victim of this side of me :( I'm really sorry, pals!
Believe me or not I experienced being a psychopath man in around 1500s. I killed people since I was 11 years old, and I remembered how sadistic I was, and how 'unfeeling' I was back then. I don't know if this has something to do with my dark side, but I think it does because both have similarities: abusive and apathy.

These are my sides, what's yours? ;D

Namaste!~

SELF-SUGGESTION; HEALING THE TRAUMAS

I should just stop blaming myself, blaming others, blaming the atmosphere, cursing the days, counting my breath, disbelieving my sights. The field of green grass, it was there for the feet to run freely, leaving the past behind, embracing the future. I can always put your sorrow to the birds of the sky, let it flow... I can color the rain with flower petals whenever I want. My reflection on the lake was unclear because I dropped some tears on its surface... I should just stand still and let me see myself clearly. And there, there I am. I can see my soul deep inside the eyes, it told me that I am bigger than any of the nonsenses, for I am the center of myself, the sun of my days and the moon of my nights. And if the unpleasant scenarios came, enjoy the moment, enjoy the show from the world's huge theater, for each shows has its own message, and only a conscious soul could catch it, learn from it. When I feel like I am a snowball lost in the desert, when the atmosphere is so hot and no one could understand, I should understand that people don't understand me because they don't understand themselves, and I am here to help. For the breath, something that is more precious than gold, shall be spend on something worth, something preciously beautiful, more beautiful than a diamond. If I disbelieve my sights, I should ask the stars to shine on me, and I will feel alive again. Curses will return as curses, blessings will return as blessings... Apologies, the pure one, will be heard through the wind or butterflies of summer, and scientists will find themselves understand that there is no such thing as distance, separation. Gratefulness, the true one, will be spread through the running water of the river in infinity. And now the colors are there, and it is up to me whether I want to bound them all together and create a long ribbon of rainbow or leave it there and spill a bucket of sadness on it, forever in my life.

LETTER

I'm sorry, I really am. I never knew that the day will be the last time we met. And now, it's been years... And I always wonder about you. Your look, what you've become, and if you still remember me. You were very young when we met each other, you became a part of my family for a year. I thought I was able to be kind to you, but the fact is... I wasn't. I was the center of your misery. I haunt you every day. Those scars and tears of pain, I still remember them very clearly, and they break my heart each time I remember them. Why I was so cruel to you, sometimes I wonder. I was angry as a child, and you know why I was so angry. You witnessed everything, but I'm not sure whether you still remember or not. and anyways, what do you know? you didn't do anything for revenge. You smiled to me, every single day when we were together. Even today, although we haven't see each other again for years, my evil deeds to you, and your smile as the 'reward'. Sometimes when the memories come, I am not able to forgive myself... none of the people around me understand, I guess. I'm trying, I know I just have to forgive myself, but I can't. I have to ask you for forgiveness, and that's why I was hoping that we could meet again someday. I hope when I am able to see you again, you become what you've always wanted, you become a loving and tender person, a wonderful leader... unlike me. But, I guess it would be better if you don't remember anything about me. I was a monster, right? It is not good for a child to remember the monster that opened the gate of his nightmare. But I'm sure, whether you still remember me or not, you are strong enough to move on... You're one tuft kid, you know. You should be an inspiration for everyone in the world. Everyone should listen to your story.

If you forgive me, I'll be impress. You were very empathic, you loved me so much and you tried anything to make me happy, even sacrificed yourself for those scars. But if you can't forgive me, it's okay. I don't deserve a forgiveness, anyway. And it was too late for me to fix everything. Now I can't help but feel a deep regret, deep inside. If only I realize how cruel I was, I could've ask you for forgiveness in the first place. I could've fix everything... and you could've been with me until today.

Funny. I was the one who created all those miseries you suffered. Why should I be the one who cried? But if I say I'm pathetic, I would not appreciate your affections to me. And funny to realize I write this above 'notes from the joyful soul' post. Yeah, I should just let this flow. I'm trying.

You're always be my hero, wherever you are right now. You deserve a better place and a better family :) You must be enjoying your life now!

Love from me, take care~

Notes from A Joyful Soul

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You know what's better than a cup of hot chocolate in the cold afternoon?

A gratefulness vibrated through your dear friend and a text from another dear friend saying that you're  a good friend.

You know what's better than a warm blanket in winter?

A pure heart, freed from grudge. realizing that keeping grudge lead you to nowhere, blocking your ways. embrace forgiveness, let things flow...

You know what's better than wearing your favorite sweater when it's raining?

Not worrying about anything, not worrying about your financial problems or your academic achievements, let things flow, allowing yourself to enjoy every picture you see, and every voice you heard.

You know what's better than taking pictures of the colorful leaves during the fall?

A sincere smile, came from a sincere heart, for anyone no matter who they are, what they've done, what they look like, a sign of gratefulness for their existence in your life, and your existence in their lives. 

You know what's better than feeling the soft sand of the beach during summer?

A grateful heart and eyes when looking to a mirror and through a window of your home.

You know what's better than writing a poem with your favorite colored pen?

Using your life to be a hero for others without hoping for any prize, even though you do not have any super abilities to lift school bus or to touch the sky. Spark the magic of life, see how it works... 

You know what's better than having a great dream in a great night?

Typing this with a joyful soul :)

Namaste!~

THE RED BALLOON

It's December, one snowiest month in every year. A boy was said to be dying by the doctor because of a deadly disease he suffered. He only had 2 days left to survive, and he was willing to spend the 2 days to do something for others. He checked his piggy bank, there were only a few cents in it. He checked his closet; his mom already donated all of his old clothes a week ago. He checked his drawers, there are many crayons, papers, and three red balloons. What can I do with these? He thought. Suddenly, as fast as a lightning at a stormy day, he got an idea. He drew a big, nice smile on each paper, put it inside of the balloon, pumped them, and freed them to the air.

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And old lady sat on her old couch, all alone and lonely. She stared at the window, seeing the outside world where the children plays and adults that are having gathering. Suddenly, a shiny red balloon appeared and landed in front of the old lady's window. She was surprised as she opened her window and picked the balloon. She popped it and opened the folded paper curiously. A huge colorful smile decorated the paper and enlighten the whole room in an instant. The smile made this old lady remembered her beloved husband and how loving he was, and how his husband loves her chicken pie so much. She began to cook two lovely and warm large dishes of it, took a pink sweater that was a gift from her husband, and went outside to the group of playing children and the adults. Everyone smiled welcomed her to the gathering, which was a pleasant surprise for the old lady. She was no longer lonely.

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A young man was driving his car to work. He missed his family; he went far away from home to find a job as a father and a husband. He kept driving until he saw a red balloon fell on the street. He stopped and popped the balloon to see a message inside of it. A colorful drawing of a huge smile appeared on the paper, amazed the man's eyes. He felt warmth and content, and saw a shivering beggar sat on the street not far away from him. He took off his jacket and gave it to the beggar. Besides, I already have too many jackets in the closet, the man thought as he walked away, shivering yet happy.

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A woman was just having a fight with her best friend when she was going to work and found a strange red object gently hit the frozen bushes. She came closer to find that it's a red balloon with a message inside of it. She pulled the message and found a large drawing of a smile, making her realized how much her best friend meant to her, and how ridiculous the fight she just had. She ran to her house, knock the door, and apologize. Her best friend, which is a nurse, smiled.

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A nurse checked the report given by the doctor of the dying boy, surprised by the result. She came to the boy's loving mother to tell the news. The nurse, which was a best friend of the woman who received the red balloon, explained in such excitement, having no idea that the boy was overheard the whole conversation behind his door. He was getting better and better, he could survive from the deadly illness. The boy smiled.

*Namaste*

PETALS OF JOY

Here comes the light, shining through a crystal clear window, as the clock was ticking silently and every beings dance inside their head. A princess, gently touch the silver moon from the glass, imagined a tune of serenity embrace her room as she wore her silver ballet shoes and began to move elegantly in joy. No one but her own pair of eyes and the Universe witness the magical night she went through. As she stopped dancing, sparks of light surrounded her. "Why such beautiful ballerina dance at night, when no one's watching?" A voice said.

"Why? I never even asked this myself." She said. "Why I love to dance? Why I dance at night? I do not even know. One thing I knew for sure is that I enjoy dancing."

"Well then, I shall give you this bucket of roses," the voice replied, as the light began to form a winged fairy holding a bucket of roses and offered it to the princess. "You shall water the roses with your graceful movements. Do not forget that these roses are magical and powerful, do not lose them." The bright fairy disappeared under the shining stars that enlighten the room, leaving the confused yet amazed princess alone.

Each night, the Princess dance elegantly and joyfully, making the roses grow beautifully as its gorgeousness impressed everyone who sees them. Each time the Princess did her movements, she checked her roses, feeling satisfied.

One day, the King opened his castle for everyone to celebrate his 'giving day'. The Princess stood behind the King, staring at everyone who entered their castle. A boy with dirty robe walked in and sighted the magical rose with amazement. "My mother is ill," he said. "None of the provided medicines nor experienced doctors could healed her and we have spent all of our piece of gold to cure her, and all I can do now is making her happy. My mother loves roses and I am looking for the finest bucket of it. Your Majesty, can I please have those gorgeous roses of yours?"

"What?" The Princess said in anger. "Let no one but me have these roses! I am the only one who can keep them, and I made a promise that I will not lose them. I am also the one who watered these every night! I am the only one who was authorized to own these roses!"

The boy wept silently, walked outside of the castle while drowning himself in sadness. The King looked at her daughter. "And let no one, even a princess, hurt the heart of a little boy."

The Princess left, pouted by the day. She stared at her roses and noticed that they began to withered. "Oh, what shall I do?" the Princess panicked. She carry her bucket of roses to her ballet room, making many movements until the sun hid its appearance under the horizon.

The Princess checked her roses once again. The roses' petals changed their colors into clear silver. It was so clear, the princess can even see her own reflection. But then, her reflection transformed into a familiar face in which the Princess saw earlier. It is a sad face, indeed, and the princess tried to wink and stick out her tongue. The reflection of the sad boy followed.

on the golden bucket, a figure of a pale woman appeared, making the exact movements the Princess made. The Princess ran in confusion. "I do not understand such strangeness! My dear fairy, what shall I do?" the Princess spoke under the moonlight. She waited, until she fell asleep on her glamorous bed.

The Princess searched for her comfortable sandals but she can only found a dull pair of shoes made of cardboard. She was surprised to see herself wearing dirty robe, something that the princess shall not wear. She ran outside, sighting a completely different view. A woman coughed on a dull, dirty couch, too weak to walk nor to speak. Feeling bad, the Princess opened all existing drawers to find something that may heal this woman. As she looked back, she witnessed a completely different woman; happier and healthier while holding a bucket of roses on her lap. The Princess opened her eyes, surprised. It was just a dream.

She wore her clothes, picked her roses, and quickly ran from the castle alone. She passed many houses and trees to find a small dull house that stood in the middle of the town. A sad little boy sat outside and noticed the hurried princess. "Your Highness! Please do not come into my house, it is not worth for such person like you."

The Princess smiled. "It is okay! I am here to give you this." She handed her bucket of roses to the boy. "It is for you, for your mother that is. I hope this will cure her." She walked away, leaving the silent boy behind. Just as she passed the gate of the town, she heard the boy cried happily behind her. The magic must have cured his mother, she thought.

It was getting late. The Princess did her dancing ritual inside her ballet room. She opened the door, ready to dance joyfully once again, as she noticed a bucket of magical roses awaited her on the floor. She did not lose any of the roses.

*Namaste*

A FRUIT FROM THE SHIVERING TREE

"Look! I can see some grey baby birds playing with each other in the nest,"10-year-old Adam said in excitement. Anne's eyes followed Adam's pointing finger calmly. "Oh yes, I can see them too!" She brooded. "Such lucky little birds to have such loving friends."

"Indeed," Adam replied. He looked at Anne and smiled. "Am I being a good friend to you?"

"Well... I guess I have to think twice before giving you the answer." Anne laughed. She closed her eyes. "You know, you can hear a message through the shivering leaves of this tree. They are whispering words that can only be heard by heart."

"What are you, some kind of a tree whisperer?" Adam laughed. "Just kidding. They must be whispering a love letter to you, Anne! I'm sure this tree loves you so much!"

"You're wrong! The leaves of this tree... is whispering a love letter to US! Can you feel it, Adam? We always come here since kindergarten. Each time we lay down here, the leaves always shivered peacefully." Anne stood up and hug the tree. "We'll meet again," she said silently. Adam and Anne went home happily.

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"Adam! Is that you? You left your sketchbook in my bag!" Someone said from the back, with a familiar voice. Adam sat up and saw Anne's figure behind him. "Oh it's you! You came here just to gave me this? You could give this to me tomorrow but thanks anyway!" Adam replied with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's okay and your welcome." Anne said. "I drew something on the last page of your sketchbook, if you don't mind."

Adam quickly checked his sketchbook and found a doodle of a big tree with a snoring boy under it. "I am not surprised." he pretentiously pouted.

Anne smiled. "Well, see you later!" She waved her hand as she walked under the moonlight, slowly disappeared from Adam's sight. Adam brooded in silence. Something's not right, he felt. He ran on the same path Anne was walking on and heard a huge crash before he can escape the bushes and fences that surrounds  his backyard.

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Adam climb the hill to find the big tree Anne loves so much. It is the same 10-year-old artistic Adam, indeed... yet, there are differences that came along with the boy. This time, he came with sad pair of blue eyes, and alone.

From the hill, he can see the small town that raised him and gave him the bestest friend a boy could have. And now... things felt different ever since Anne was leaving, forever. Sighed in deep sorrow, Adam closed his eyes to hear a message from the shivering leaves. The peaceful sound calmed him a little... until he heard a terrible sound that came from the root of the tree.

Adam came to take a closer look. He can see a little grey bird bleeding and crying. "Poor little thing," he said, while picking the bird gently. "Anne wouldn't dare to see such innocent creature cry in pain. I shall take a good care of you until you can fly freely to the sky."

He carried the little bird home to bandaged the creature and to feed him. Everyday, the bird felt better and better, until he can sing a song for Adam every morning each time Adam jumped from his bed to greet the day. As the wound of this bird recovered from time to time, Adam's heart was too, healed. He's not lonely anymore, and he began to smile often. Anne must be proud of me, he thought happily.

One day, Adam was about to feed the bird the finest worm he could found on his backyard. As he entered his bedroom with a fat worm in his hand, he sighted a silent little bird looking through the window of his room. As Adam fed the bird, the little creature ate the worm with no excitement. Adam caught the unusual behavior. "What's wrong, little bird? Don't you feel like singing in joy, or jumped around your cage like you always do?"

The bird stared at him with sad pair of eyes, making Adam remembered how sad he was when he first came to the big tree without Anne. He sat in silence for minutes, picking the cage empathically. "I understand now," he said silently. "The wide-opened sky is calling you, little bird. You are now belong to the sky."

He went outside while carrying the cage and tilt his head up to see the clear blue sky upon him. "Good news is, I can see the sky everyday. I can feel your appearance everyday from below, even if you're not in my sight. But I can see your home, and I  can see a part of you staring back at me."

He opened the door of the cage, and help the little guy fly. The bird jumped on Adam's arm for farewell and gratefulness before he opened his wings and left his feet from Adam's sleeve.

As the bird embraced the sky and leaving the ground, Adam put his old sorrow on the bird's feather, letting the bird expelled them, for the bird already gave him happiness and taught him the most precious thing of all; message from the shivering tree.

*Namaste*

C'EST LA VIE

So many emotions around here today. Some people dance in joy, some of them mourn, some of them were stumped, some of them laugh, some of them feel... nothing. All of these emotions combine in each day we all spent together. Pretty strange yet beautifully true. All of us are humans spending the same day in the same world, but having different journeys and different sensation. A person hated mathematics because he cannot answer a single question from his worksheets, another different person thinks that math is like a part of his soul because he were given the ability to calculate easily. A person loves a glass of lemonade and another prefers a cup of tea. A person would give his empathy to those who committed suicide, but he then murders people apathetically. A man marries a woman because he loves her, but there are some men who seek women, and also women who seek men, to satisfy their sexual desire.  All of us born in different times yet we all grow, and at the end, we're all gonna die and then reborn again. And there will be new generations that will do the same thing, and they will give birth to newer generations that will do the same thing their elders do. All humans from each generation were given 24 hours each day, and seven days in each week. Same given time, different problems, different global issues, different global habits. We cannot change the given time; there is no such thing as 25 hours a day that is. but we're all progressing from 24 hours to another 24 hours, even though the time given remains constant. We are amazed by the earth's past, and the past were amazed by its own future. Most of us forgot to appreciate the present, being too busy thinking about the future and the past.We seek brighter future, but we forget to brighten our present. We cannot go to the present if we did not step on the past. And also, if we are one and connected to each other and we're always present, why doubt the history and the future? Religion, too, is a part of the history, but some of us are able to describe it even though we're in the present and history is a study about the past. Why do we have myths, if humans are always inspired by their surroundings and their own world? And if evil gives balance to kindness, why punish the bad guys? If the kind executes a murderer for murdering an innocent child, is he doing the same crime by taking the life of this murderer? Why people would most likely to investigate a robbery rather than a gangster attack? Why all of us seek a piece of gold due to each preciousness when each existing stone has its own uniqueness? Given the ability to communicate using our tongue, why create languages if we can use a single language?

AMBISI SAYA MENJADI DETEKTIF

Hai, kawan-kawan!! Jadiiii.... saya punya cita-cita baru (pasti temen-temen gue pada ngomel nih, "Buset dah cita-cita lu banyak amet kezz -___-" HAHA). Seperti yang sudah saya tulis di judul, ya, saya ingin menjadi detektif. Dan, anda benar sekali; ambisi ini datang dari ketertarikan gue akan The Question. Kalo dipikir-pikir asik juga bisa punya topeng yang tak berwajah gitu kayak The Question terus lo make topeng itu malem-malem dan ketokin jendela orang. Oh, terus nyium polisi. #abaikan

Jadi, dalam rangka merayakan hari random, gue pun minta pendapat dari kawan-kawan sebangsa setanah air satu per satu. Gue tanya, gue cocok ga jadi detektif? kalo iya, alasannya apa? dan inilah jawaban mereka:

Koscha: Cocook. Karena lo itu unexpected, bisa nebak gue ngapain aja, sama misterius, penciuman lo lebih tajem di banding bulldog pilek (bulldog pilek... -____-)


Manda: Hmmm cocok aja sepertinya. Menurut gw lo tuh orngnya pengen tau banget. Pasti cocok jdi detektif


Yuga: Cocok aja sih, mata lo tajem


Sabila: Cocook! Dari segi analisamu :D

HAHA oke gue jadi ngakak sendiri. Teruuuusss... gue pun berangan-angan menggunakan detective coat beserta topinya.

Tapi masalahnya, jelas aja nggak mungkin make coat seperti itu di Jakarta. Haha gagal deh gaya-gayaannya. Bagaimanapun, gue pengen jadi detektif bukan karena bajunya. Gaya itu bonus dari profesi ini deh. Gue pengen jadi detektif karena menganalisa dan mencaritahu akar suatu masalah itu mengasyikkan dan gue lumayan bakat menganalisa. Cuma untuk menjadi detektif kan harus jago akting  dan harus bisa nyamar. Disinilah kelemahan gue. Gue ga jago akting. Tapi bisalah, bisa dilatih kok asal niat.

Nah, bagaimana nasib cita-cita yang lainnya? Tentu saja gue masih pengen menjadi arsitek/designer interior, amateur astronomer, artist, writer, dan spiritualist. Tapi yang utama tetep arsitek/designer interior sih. Yang lainnya profesi sampingan saja.

Tentu saja saya serius dalam menggapai semua cita-cita itu (detektif juga termasuk lho). Bahkan gue udah mulai banyak baca berita, informasi-informasi penting, terus ada punya satu kasus yang pengen gue analisa. Tapi untuk ukuran anak SMA, susah juga sih. Barangkali ada kasus yang lebih ringan di sekolah, atau di tempat-tempat terdekat. Lihat saja nanti.

Cheers!

RANDOM POST; BARANG ANTIK DI ABAD KE 22

Terinspirasi dari barang-barang antik di rumah Oma yang membuat gue harus berjalan ekstra hati-hati kalo lagi disitu, gue pun mulai berpikir. Kebanyakan dari oma-oma di era sekarang gemar mengoleksi piring keramik atau kristal yang fragile. Nah, itu kan kreasi di abad ke 21 kebawah. Dan lagi, sekarang teknologi makin canggih, ada gelas/piring plastik yang tahan banting atau keramik yang murah dan diproduksi dengan teknologi, makanya sekarang dianggap antik.

Dan inilah yang muncul di benak gue; mungkin di abad ke 22, yang ditemukan di rumah-rumah orang tua adalah: jejeran gelas tupperware dan piring plastik dengan gambar Ben10. Terus, ada jejeran produk Apple dan Blackberry milik buyut-buyut mereka (yakni kita) di rak. Siapa tau, di abad ke 22 orang tidak membutuhkan cangkir dan piring lagi. Bisa jadi mereka menggunakan telekinesis untuk mengangkat makanan mereka, atau siapa tau makanan di masa depan diolah dalam bentuk pil sehingga mereka tidak membutuhkan alas untuk menaruh makanan mereka. Dan kalo zaman sekarang boneka porcelain itu antik, siapa tau di abad ke 22 yang dicari para kolektor barang antik adalah action figure DC heroes, barbie, atau mainan Star Wars. Oh, terus banyak yang berkata bahwa barang-barang antik itu bisa jadi angker. Gue jadi penasaran apakah robot Star Wars dan macbook bakal jadi sarangnya para arwah untuk beraksi...

Kalo sekarang kita bisa menemukan prasasti maupun pedang yang dipakai zaman dulu di dalam museum, mungkin yang dipajang di museum masa depan adalah: handphone, TV plasma, speaker stereo, dan... lampu neon. Lha, siapa tau di masa depan, handphone udah nggak nge-trend? siapa tau di masa depan orang bisa saling telepathy satu sama lain? siapa tau orang-orang bisa teleport buat melihat secara langsung acara-acara comedy ataupun dibangunnya gedung DPR baru? Lagipula kan, semakin kedepannya, mestinya manusia semakin pintar dan kuat dong.

Ckckck gila, seru juga ya. Seru tuh punya rumah yang dipenuhi produk Mac dan tupperware. Warna-warni gitu jadinya. Dan sekarang gue jadi penasaran apa reaksi orang-orang di masa depan kalo ngeliat rumah antik oma gue di zaman sekarang.

Cheers!

RENTING A CHILD; AN ISSUE

As an Indonesian, I spent my entire life living with Indonesia's exotic cultures, traditions, and its social life. I am a proud Indonesian and I love its people, its heroes, its nature. I learn so much in this country, and its land is a witness of my growth.

Yet, all each country has issues, including Indonesia itself. One of them is poverty, one of the most common issue of all. Poverty creates hunger, thirst, among the citizens, which leads some citizens to beg in metropolitan cities. These beggars came from many different village, some of them are far away.

Truth is, not all beggars beg because they have no job and they have to feed their families. Some beggars beg because they are too lazy to search for a job nor to work hard like everyone else. To make things easier, some of them have tricks, such as renting a toddler to gain people's empathy. When people see the child they carry with them in such humidity or rainy day, they would feel bad for the child and give more money to the beggar, hoping that the beggar would use this money for her child. But the fact is, they use this money for themselves, and it costs around 15.000-25.000 rupiah (around 1.5-2.5 USD) to rent a toddler for a day. It seemed that there's an agent of for beggars from remote areas that carries them to the cities and also, lend a help on child transaction. Because when there's a raid around the place, they know the right place to hide and to run away, and they would work together to stop the raid even if they stated that they didn't know each other. Begging is not a crime and beggars would only have to attend a development program so they have a job that is not disturbing to metropolitan life. Child renting, however, is a crime for taking children's right to have protection and to grow properly.

Child renting happened on streets of some metropolitan areas, where it's dangerous and polluted. And they spend their days with a stranger in such extreme weather and busy streets. Also, notice that some of these children acted calmly even when it's too hot or when it's raining. It is feared that they were using sedative so they won't bother the beggars while working. Sedatives cause many damages that would harm these children while their body is growing.

But even if they did not drugged, this child renting took these innocent children's childhood and their right to grow healthily. They deserve some play time and to be somewhere safe. Busy streets are not the right place for them. It is feared that these children would grow with anger and frustration because they've lost their time to learn and to explore as a child, and they may become abusive later on. And yes, abusive characteristics would cause other criminals and problems that take another innocent victims. This will be endless if we do nothing and keep blaming the government. In every issue, citizens would blame their government assuming that the government are not concern with these conditions. If citizens are a part of the government itself, we, as citizens, should do something before something worst happens.

(And yes, this is one of the factors that makes me think about how ridiculous financial systems are. Too bad, since it is one of the global trend to live, I have to follow it for now. And I my point of view could be wrong...)

Namaste!~

QUESTIONS FROM A FACELESS MAN

Indeed, I'm talking about The Question, my most favorite Justice League United character and one of my favorite DC heroes, besides Flash, Green Lantern, and Hela as my favorite Marvel supervillain.

Here's the origin of The Question (which is sad ): ) taken from http://dccomics.com (click to enlarge);

What makes me adore him is his highly-intuitive mind and intelligence (for he IS a detective) and thanks to The Question, I became obsessed in learning how to be a detective lately -_- 

Below are my favorite scenes and quotes from The Question.

"What makes a hero? Is he a man with super powers, who, when in costume, fearlessly seeks out dangers, daringly confronts all obstacles and performs great feats of bravery but then returns to his everyday life, living in helplessness and fear?...Afraid of what he says and how he acts for fear of revealing his secret identity, thus forcing himself to live unnaturally, stripped of the ability to face up to and act upon the everyday problems of life? His response to them may not be one of fearlessness, daring or bravery but one of a constant brooding about his inability to cope with them successfully! Is it a power or disguise that makes a hero or is a hero a man who faces up to the challenges and obstacles of life and acts on them in a manner that does credit to himself and the proper principles that have been proven to be true!? What makes a hero?" 

"Try a really knotty one... like if the universe is benevolent, why is there evil? Or if the universe is evil, how can men be good? Do men have souls or are we merely bundles of biochemical reactions? Is there a god? And if there isn't, why has the idea of god been a part of every known culture? Is religion merely mythology? Is mythology religion? Is there any essential difference between the two? If we know through our senses and our senses are imperfect, how can we know anything? [...] But if we don't know through our senses, how do we know? And if we know through our senses, how can we know abstractions like truth, justice and even the American way?" 

"There was a magic bullet. It was forged by Illuminati mystics to prevent us from learning the truth!

"Everything that exists has a specific nature. Each entity exists as something in particular and has characteristics that are part of what it is. A is A, and no matter what reality he calls home, Luthor is Luthor."

""The plastic tips on shoelaces are called 'aglets.' Their true purpose is sinister.""

ALL I EVER WANTED.

All I ever wanted is to live happily along with nature. No hypocrites, no lies, no crimes, no unfairness, no arrogance, no money.

Money, for me, is just a material that most of us use in the name of Ego, to fulfill their personal thirst, while money is making everyone else suffered in hunger or cold air.

Who needs money when mother nature gives enough for everyone, when there's enough fish of fruit to consume, and enough clean water? All of the existing gifts aren't enough for today because of our own selfishness and lack of concern towards the world we live in today. We always have the thought that what we have is not enough, and we need more. Everyone used to think in the same way, and there's a fight everywhere between the rich and the poor, and the fight leads us to unfairness, imbalance.

Money, for me, is the derivative from ego, the root of all evil. the root of all unfairness. People fight, people kill, people commit suicide, because of money. And money brings a disease to nature, and human as well. Humans were blinded by the fake happiness money could buy.

Imagine a world without money... We can all share our needs, live peacefully in mother nature, unite with All That Is, and help each other without hoping for payments and without a need to pay. Each person could be him/herself and takes part according to what he/she's good at. There's enough food, water, and shelter for anyone. Technology exists, thanks to humans' voluntary in building it up together and learning together.

That is my wish, my deepest one, the one I've been dreaming about for so long, the one I've been waiting for.

Namaste.~