Great Youth Quote

Found this impressive quote from wikipedia, when googling the FUNtastic word: Youth.

"This world demands the qualities of youth: not a time of life but a state of mind, a temper of the will, a quality of imagination, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease." - Robert Kennedy

For me, being youth myself, youth is an energy I want to preserve. I wish there's no expiration date for it.

What's your say?

Ukuran Maksimal

I missed my 8pm Yoga class for something priceless.


Doors are like opportunities. Understand yourself before opening, Equip yourself before entering.




Tuesday, July 29, 2008

X (7:29 PM): huaaaaaaaaaaa... kenapa ya akhir2 ini aku ngrasa looser bgt

Y (7:31 PM): hah?

X (7:32 PM): bnyk hal2 yg gk bisa aku akhiri, pdhl udah aku mulai
X (7:33 PM): dan orang2 spertinya tdk bs mnerima sgala masalah yg jadi hambatanku. yg mereka percaya adalah "X itu bisa"
X (7:33 PM): kenyataannya gk selalu sperti itu

Y (7:39 PM): bertahan dan berjuang.
Y (7:40 PM): saat sdh maksimal. ikhlaskan. biarkan Tuhan yg bertindak selanjutnya.

X (7:40 PM): kalau ternyata memang tdk maksimal???
X (7:41 PM): karena aku pernah berpikir bahwa itu bukan prioritas ku lagi, sehingga aku akhiri disaat belum harus berakhir. karena aku sudah melihat tidak akan ada yg aku dapt
X (7:41 PM): tp trnyata orang2 tdk bs melihat itu

Y (7:42 PM): good point.
Y (7:42 PM): memang itu yg umumnya jd masalah.
Y (7:42 PM): ukuran maksimal kita biasanya berbeda dng ukuran org lain
Y (7:43 PM): dan hanya orang2 terdekat/sahabat kita yg bs mengerti ukuran maksimal kita
Y (7:43 PM): tapi sgt penting utk JUJUR dng definisi ukuran maksimal kita itu.
Y (7:44 PM): keep in mind: kita ga bisa buat SEMUA orang senang/puas dng upaya kita.
Y (7:45 PM): pertanyaannya: apakah kita, apakah kamu siap menghadapi kekecewaan beberapa orang itu?
Y (7:45 PM): jika jawabannya Ya, Move On.
Y (7:45 PM): jika Tidak, bertahan dan berjuang.

X (7:46 PM): ...
X (7:46 PM): thanks Y
X (7:47 PM): aku kira aku dapatkan apa yang telah gagal aku lakukan
X (7:47 PM): yaitu JUJUR tentang ukuran maksimal
X (7:47 PM): selama ini aku membohongi orang2
X (7:48 PM): mereka gak pernah tau ukuran maksimal ku... sehingga mereka berharap banyak dari apa yg sebenarnya bisa ku lakukan

Y (7:52 PM): yup, memang tdk mudah. i experienced that too
Y (7:52 PM): X, bolehkah chat kita ini ku-post di blog ku? may be useful for others...
Y (7:52 PM): anonim

X (7:53 PM): okay
X (7:53 PM): it's really great
X (7:53 PM): thanx for your help. there are still many things that i have to do
X (7:57 PM): i need to log off
X (7:57 PM): cu

Y (7:57 PM): gbu!

X (7:57 PM): GBU
X (7:57 PM): once again really thanx
X (7:57 PM): better now

Y (7:58 PM): pay it forward!

X is offline. (7:59 PM) You can send X an email

I Love My Life, Do You Love Yours?

I love my life, for being able to…

Put eyeliner in my eyelid, even though I rarely make it balance between both eyelids;
Hop in to F 1546 BH every Monday morning and Friday evening, and easily be myself;
Walk out of the elevator at 13^th floor, greet the security officers, take a clean glass, type in my password and start my ‘enjoyable’ work day;
Close various windows, log off, turn off the monitor and leave the office early (my definition of early) for Pilates, Yoga, Basketball, or Movie Trip;
Wake up early, realize that it’s a weekend and simply close my eyes a few hours more.

I love my life, for having others…

Sounds from my E51 and office phone;
Sounds and blinks from my YM and lotus notes sametime;
Black and bold phrases in my yahoo account;
Red phrases and pink highlights in my lotus notes inbox;
Tap in my shoulder and face to face conversation.

I love my life, for experiencing the *AHA* moments…

A bad haircut and realizing that a sweet sincere smile is the best ‘waterproof make up;’
Failing interviews and seeing my weakness in structuring my thoughts and words;
Stroked by a beautiful sentence “happiness is only real when shared” in the movie “Into the Wild;”
Working in a situation where youth energy infects the non-youth and non-youth wisdom transmits to the youth;
Bargaining God’s answer to my prayers and recognizing the petite heart in me.

I love my life and its temporariness (like my contract, my outer beauty, my weariness and past relationships). Temporary is the new philosophy. Temporary allows the flow. Quoting a parting email from an Italian friend “As the Greek philosopher Heraclitus used to say more than 2,500 years ago panta rei, everything flows.”

Help Make Poverty History: Petition for G8

Dear readers,

I am completely aware that signing a petition does not directly making poverty history. But, it is one way to spread out the words, make more people aware, and inspire some to take further actions.

I just signed a petition asking the G8 take urgent action against extreme poverty, and I'm hoping that you'll join me. Sign the petition now at: http://www.one.org/international/g8

There has been a lot of progress against extreme poverty in recent years, but, as recent headlines about the global food crisis and natural disasters like Cyclone Nargis in Burma will tell you, there is still much to be done. When we unite with one voice and call upon our leaders to take action, we can and will solve these problems.

Thanks

Speak to Us of ...

Thanks to my boss (Pawan G. Patil), I experienced Kahlil Gibran "The Prophet." A mysterious black book, with a dozen of reproduced illustrations from original drawings by KG himself, and using Pierre Simon Fournier's type design.

KG once said: "I think I've never been without The Prophet since I first conceived the book back in Mount Lebanon. It seems to have been a part of me....I kept the manuscript four years before I delivered it over to my publisher because I wanted to be sure, I wanted to be sure, that every word of it was the very best I had to offer."

You made it KG! I am moved by your words and here are some of my favorites:

Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love,
And with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you,
And would stand revealed before you.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

*so true. I experienced that two times in a row….*


Speak to us of Love
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. All these things shall love do unto you, that you may know the secrets of your heart. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully.

*been in that sort of scheme as well, indeed bleeding, indeed joyfully…*


Speak to us of Marriage
Let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone. And stand together yet not too near together, for the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

*not yet there. But sounds like a good recipe. Heard similar stuff from some senior colleagues…*


Speak to us of Children
Give them your love, but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies, but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

*hope more parents understand that….*


Speak to us of Work
Work is love made visible and if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

*is it love that I’m feeling now towards my work?*


Speak to us of Clothes
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

*totally agree…*


Speak to us of Beauty
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear. But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

*wow…*


Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. You are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

*ouch…*


Speak to us of Pain
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Much of your pain is self-chosen. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

*need to train that: keeping my heart in wonder at the daily miracles…*


Speak to us of Good and Evil
You are good when you strive to give of yourself, yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps, yet you are not evil when you go thither limping; even those who limp go not backward.

*pride and prejudice…*


Speak to us of Teaching
A teacher does not bud you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind. The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot five you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it. For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.

*if one does it right, this is a very noble work!”


Speak to us of Talking
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. There are those who talk and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand and there are those who have the truth within them but they feel it not in words.

*rite, should be more thoughtful bout my talks…*


Speak to us of Time
You would measure time the measureless, the immeasurable. Let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

*practice, practice, practice…*


Speak to us of Death
You would know the secret of death but how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

*…….*

It Came Over Me in a 'Rush'

I imagine what if a person was given a chance to live his or her life till the end and then experience it again for the second time. In short he or she is being rebirth.

Would he make use his time better without unnecessary juvenile delinquency, drugs, and hours of laziness after experiencing that time is the one thing that is constantly moving forward no matter which direction he goes?

Would she avoid ignorance and instead pour out love to her mother after experiencing being a mother herself: carrying a child in her womb for nine months, restraining the pain of giving birth, devoting every single minutes of her life in rising up and educating the child of her own?

I imagine what if a person was given a chance to live his or her life till the end and then experience it again for the second time.

Would he be desperate and decide to end his life as soon as possible after experiencing that he will only be a scavenger, a criminal, a broken home victim?

Would she be loony and break every single rules and limitations after experiencing a short life, being killed in an arrogant civil war?

I imagine whether the above imagination is the truth in the context of our life in this world; that we are currently living our second life. But, it just takes really hard for us to remember our first life.

Based on that assumption, there is a need to frequently isolate ourselves from the rush. Trying hard to remember the whole sketch of our previous live and identify the false lines. And even though we are not successful in doing so, we will still be cautious in making upcoming decisions, words, and actions.

… and there comes a person’s best friend: EGO ...

Thanks to the conversation in F 1546 BH, my rush, and my sister!

F 1546 BH

Satu lagi kisah semarak yang terjadi di ‘keranjang jeruk’ (Avanza hitam, F 1546 BH). Sebuah percakapan ringan yang mengundang riuh tawa.

Seseorang di kursi paling belakang (antara Hendi ‘sunkist’ atau Devi) menggunakan minyak kayu putih. Dapat disimpulkan, seseorang sedang merasa tidak enak badan. Beberapa saat kemudian, aroma minyak kayu putih tersebut mulai terasa di kursi tengah dan depan.

Diskusi awal dari kursi depan: “Siapa yang pakai minyak kayu putih? Jadi ingat tanaman obat-obatan yang ditanam di pekarangan, kayak apotek hidup.”

Luna: ”Apotik atau Apotek?”
Intan: ”Apotek”

Lokam: ”Hipotek atau Hipotik?”
Luna/Shella: ”Hipotik” (meski setelah di-cek, yang benar adalah Hipotek)

Nipis: ”Mie tek-tek bukan mie tik-tik”
Luna: “Kalau itu bisa dua-duanya, mie tik-tik juga kayaknya ada deh, masakan Sulawesi gitu.” (setelah diingat-ingat lagi, bukan mie tik-tik, tapi mie titi...)

Lokam: ”Nah, kalau yang satu ini sudah pasti mesin ketik...bukan mesin ketek!”

Dan tawa pun meledak untuk kesekian kalinya di perjalanan malam itu. Malam rabu menjelang ’’long weekend” Maulid Nabi Muhammad SAW dan Wafat Yesus Kristus.

’Keranjang jeruk’, bagi Luna adalah suatu tempat yang sangat menyenangkan. Berbagai hal dapat dilontarkan, dikomentari, dan didiskusikan. Urusan kerjaan, urusan rumah, cinta, luka, Harry Potter, selimut tidur Shella, pernikahan lalu dan akan datang, sampai reksa dana, wayang, dan jumlah kabupaten di Indonesia. Perjalanan bogor-jakarta-bogor di pagi dan malam hari dilalui dengan celotehan-celotehan ringan maupun berat, canda, tawa, tetesan air mata, keluhan, dan terkadang cukup dengan diam.

Apapun itu, bagi Luna ... it really feels like home!