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July 23, 2012
A pinch of Katy Perry
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July 13, 2012
Laid back summer
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Heartbreak is hard to heal
July 11, 2012
Inspiration from Sonia Choquette's "The Answer is Simple"
'Share
your gift to the world’, a phrase that resonates in my head after I watched
Spiderman. I believe that when I’m exposed to such line or phrase over and over again, it’s a message addressed to me.
Noted.
Noted.
According to ‘The Answer is Simple’, a book written by
Sonia Choquette, your gift does not necessarily means saving the world from
hunger or join Greenpeace. It can be as simple as lending a hand to your mom to
clean the house, helping your nephews on their homework, or being true to your
friends instead of talking about them behind their backs. It’s the simple
things that’s done wholeheartedly that touch others and leave a mark that
remain for good. Here are some of the things I captured from reading the book:
We can never ever share our gift if we don’t feel whole. That’s why, always always always give thanks. That way, we will always feel complete. Even if we can't find anything to be thankful for, thank your breathing...
Begin from the beginning of the day. Before running errands
and distracted by anything else...close your eyes, breathe deeply and feel the
peaceful sensation and give thanks (for your wholeness, for your functioning
heart, your hands, your eyes, your nose, your legs, the chance to live another
day). Nothing is ever too urgent. Nothing can hurt you. Enjoy the now. As you have grasp calmness, slip in with your
daily activities, nice and easy.
Don’t fight the flow of life. Learn to listen to your
intuition, even if it doesn’t make sense. For instance, you suddenly have the
urge to have avocado juice this afternoon. Follow it...you’ll never know, maybe
you bump into an old flame and reconnect J
At the end of the day, take out your little book of
gratefulness...and note down at least 3 things you’re grateful for that day.
The effect is miraculous...you’ll feel like the luckiest person on earth.
Seriously.
Picture courtesty of Claire HM (http://www.flickr.com/photos/clairehm/4794380000/)
I, myself, have been skipping the routine for quite a while. However, I intend to pull it together again. Why? Because acquiring peace of mind is something that values more than anything in the world. I realized that i’ve been too occupied with work and been stretched way too far from the spirituality realms that makes me feel good no matter how chaotic life can be.
Being detached from the inner pilot frustrates me, because everything is so overwhelming...it's like having nothing to grasp onto.
I trust that the best things in life are ones we feel –
physical and non-physical. And I believe, the moment we feel completely safe and comfortable in our own skin is the moment we can start sharing our gift.
The Facebook Drama
I posted a new profile picture on Facebook the other day: a
manga avatar that wears a cat mask, holding a popcorn bucket, as if watching a
movie screening. A philosophy lies behind the post. Heck...everyone wears a
mask, especially in Facebook. I’m 100% sure that I’m not the only one who
un-tags an ugly looking picture tagged by a friend, right?
I think Facebook is all about creating an image. Like I said
before, X on Facebook (and other social media network) and X in real life is
most likely different from one another. So, there...I’m putting on my mask and
post my happy-go-lucky holiday pics. Little do others know that I was a bit
uptight during the holiday because I was afraid I’d be short of cash, got into
a small clash with my bestie and was overwhelmed from getting lost on a bus
trip. Oh well...a big smile was all it took to make it on Facebook.
Haha...
I noticed that Facebookers on my timeline regularly post
pictures of their holiday or the time when they visit a new resto or such and
such. I used to think that the gesture is a show off, it’s like saying: “Hey,
my life’s better than yours. My days are filled with fun and parties, yours
isn’t *stick out tongue*!” And, yes, I’ve had my jealous moments. Not to be a
downer, I reminded myself that whatever people share on Facebook, it’s simply a
tiny part of them. Surely, they don’t share their stressful moments at work,
bad hair days, awful mom-in-laws or when dealing a difficult child. Heck, if
they do, I would click ‘unsubscribe’ instantly.
Then, it hit me...’twas an ‘aha’ moment. Why should I even
bother to be jealous? It’s what Facebook is all about. Indeed, it wouldn’t be
much pleasant to have a friend posting negative statuses or worrying images.
Facebook is a social media to share our personal “good stuff” that makes us
happy & glued to the computer at the first place. If we get too attached,
then it’s another story. It’s not their fault that they met the right one
before we do, it’s not their fault that they can experience Europe while (at
the moment) we can only experience domestic traveling....neither it’s our
fault.
It’s the ‘little me’ inside that says, “You’re not making
enough money, that’s why you can’t go on fancy vacation” or “You’re messed up,
that’s why you can’t get a boyfriend to last longer than a semester” all the
way as we browse on those pics. It’s nothing personal...it’s just the way of a
social media network. Be happy for their happiness. Don’t be too hard on
yourself...you are perfect as you are, here and now. And the least thing you
need is envious stares and other Facebookers approval to be grateful of your
perfection.
Cheers!
Jakarta's Governor Election 2012
Today (11/7) is the Jakarta’s Governor Election Day. Since my house
is mapped as non-Jakarta, I’m not entitled to make a vote. Today’s election
result, however, may give an impact on the politics and development of the area
I’m living in. The event has successfully raised names (even unfamiliar ones
who suddenly pop up without a trace of
capable track record whatsoever) and stirred arguments in social networks.
Rumour has it that the strongest candidate is the same
person who governed the capital city in the last 5 years. Each of the
candidates make their promises for a better Jakarta; all of which are too good
to be true. I’ve been living all my life in Jakarta, and I swear the best
period of government was when Soeharto ruled the country – sure, he’s had his
flaws...but what the difference now? Politicians, Chinese mob, hipocrisy...same
old, same old; even worse.
I can’t lie, I’m pessimistic about the whole “election”.
Let’s say that the so called clean-independent-candidates reach victory. I still
don’t think that they’re strong enough to fight the mainstream
politics...merrily polluted with corruption, collution and nepotism. We’re
effed up.
Living in Jakarta is a hassle. It really is. The flood,
sanitation problems, poor transport, sprouting
malls that literally eat up green spaces for water reservoirs. It’s sad,
really. Knowing that each time I get out of the house, I’ll have to face
traffic jams and possibility of either bag-snatchers, sexual harassments or pukes
on buses. Huhu..
Of course, there are brighter sides of the Big Durian. Being
the capital city of Indonesia, there’s nothing we can’t find in this city. Even
Malaysians and Durians love to explore Mangga Dua, Asemka and Tanah Abang for
affordable nifty clothes as well as quirky knick-knacks. And Indonesian food,
they’re like no other. It’s the absolute homesick-factor for all Indonesians
abroad. Vast and crowded, there’s everything for everyone.
It’s funny how the irony of love and hate for Jakarta orchestrate
in my mind. To be frank, I dont give a sh*t on whoever wins. However, deep down
I still that romantic hope that he who wins will actually make Jakarta a better
place. Luscious green parks,
well-maintained public transports, condusive pedestrian walks and clean police officers,
please? No matter how long it takes and how many more revolutions ahead, I hope
I’d still be alive to enjoy it with my children (and grandchildren). Amen.
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