Monday, August 15, 2016

Life is...



Life is precocious in the most peculiar way…

I may be agree with what OASIS said in their song, “Go Let it Out”. All we should do to have a better life is just to click with what we got. We deserve a better life, so if we like ourself a lot, then just let it out. What’s the point in that? The point that Liam Gallagher always sing is “Syukr”. It’s a form of grateful. What should we be grateful of? Of course, it’s life.
Life is a journey. There’s so much things to be seen, to be done, and to be memorized. There’s nothing like a straight and comfort road. Because it’s a journey, you may passed the worst road with the worst vehicles. Or you may walked down the road without a light, without a friend, and just confuse and asked, “Is it the right way? Did I really missed the last bus stop so I should walk alone like this?”
Well, it’s the truth. Life will lead you to every kind of drama. And you will began to distrust your own step. You will began to distrust others that lead you a way to a light. And there’s nothing you can do with that feeling, except you start to throw away all the worries and keep walking. You may find another way, another stop, or another light and sign. Just as The Smiths always said in their epic song, “There is a light that never goes out.”
Why I mumble about something that sounds like a ‘bullshit’ motivation thing? Well, it’s not a bullshit. Maybe it’s cliché, but it’s damn right. I’ve gone through various roads. The good one, the smooth one, the best, the complicated, the pebbled, and even the worst. If life don’t let me passed, then I won’t be here—writing this motivation shit in my personal blog. All the roads that I’ve been through was surely lonely, but then life give me a stop. I can take my last bus and then go to the place that I want. After such a long road, with a dry and cold scenery, I finally find myself sitting in a bus, going to the extra mile with green grass on the roadside. There’s also the atmosphere that I missed this whole time, the atmosphere of my beloved home.
Along the way to my home, I finally smile and laugh. My bus maybe slow, but I enjoy my journey a lot. I’ll never compare my pebbled road with others, because maybe the others have a smooth road but they just got lost in their journey.
Still, with OASIS song played in my head, I keep their words deep inside me. “Try to click with what we got and if you like yourself a lot then just go let it out.”

Happy Monday everyone and happy sleeping in your workplace! :p

Soundtrack:
-         Oasis – Go Let it Out
-         Regina Spektor – Fidelity
-         L’arc~en~ciel – New World
-         Gigi – Bisa Saja
-         D’Cinnamons – Mayday I’m In Love

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Endesbrey Endesbrey~



This post was made for an intermezzo. I’m trying to write a daily life story in English, just to develop my English language capability. I’m not so good with tenses, neither so good with speaking and listening. But, as long as I could learn something with the activity that I’m doing, I don’t mind. This could be fun. Learning by doing anything that I like.
Well, I don’t know when but it suddenly happens. When I’m talking about my marriage preparation with him-that-you-don’t-need-to-know-by-now, the idea about talking and writing in English pops out from our head. He said, “We need to cas-cis-cus in English from now on. So… Why don’t we try to be global?” Well, he explains it in a funny way and I began to think, “Why don’t we? Hmm. Okay. Oh-kay…”
 Since we work together in a multinational company, and work with the other peoples that use English in most of their activity, we need to think about that ‘cas-cis-cus’ activity. For your information, we work in a multinational company, with a native Indian CEO, American employee, European colleague, and etc. And there’s one circumstances that force us to talk in English, write in English, and even have an active conversation in English with different pronounciation-level of people. At first, I was jumpy and a bit afraid that my English was really bad (I don’t even know what is bad and good, or maybe even worse than bad that I could think of). But, when I’m trying to converse with these people, I’m still listening to them. Well, actually I’m trying so hard (especially if the speaker was an Indian! Hahaha.). Although I don’t really  understand all of their conversation, I still could swallow it up. Just eat their words and dissolved it later. Hahaha.
I’m just happy to do that. And now, in every situation, we try to talk in English. Maybe not so intense for now, but we try our best. We still want to be a global couple. Hehe. What if we have a chance to round the globe? We don’t know it, don’t we? And if there’s a chance to do that, we need to improve our ability in every language. Right now, English is enough. Maybe next time, we have to improve our Japanese, or maybe our Korean? Our Deutch, Germany, etc.
Well, as I said at the post opening, this post is an intermezzo. Because, I’m still learning (so did you), apologize for any wrong grammar, tenses, insignificance vocabulary, et cetera, et cetera.
Happy Sunday and happy reading! :D

Menikah?



Apa yang bakal kamu lakukan kalau ada orang yang tidak dekat denganmu, juga jarang mengobrol denganmu, tiba-tiba menawarkan diri untuk menjadi "imam" bagimu dan calon anak-anakmu nanti?
Apa yang bakal kamu lakukan juga kalau tiba-tiba dia mengirim pesan itu di tengah malam, di saat kondisi dirimu sedang kacau-kacaunya? Mungkin karena kamu lelah bekerja, atau malah masih bekerja di tengah malam buta dan bingung mau melakukan apa, bahkan tersusupi perasaan lapar juga sedang sakit?
Ya mungkin kamu akan berpikir, apakah orang ini gila? Sampai kamu bertanya-tanya, kenapa? Kok aku? Kenapa tiba-tiba? Lho, memang kita dekat ya sampai kamu tanya begitu?
Well.
Semua pertanyaan yang keluar itu hanya dijawab dengan satu kata, “Entahlah. Memang kalau sama cinta yang tiba-tiba, saya lebih percaya.”

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Not for IT: Bagian 1 - Pagi, Hanisya!


image source from here. edited with: GIMP
 


01. Pagi, Hanisya!

Rasanya, libur weekend baru saja datang, deh! Dan sekarang, gue malah sudah berdiri lagi di dalam Transjakarta koridor Pulogadung - Dukuh Atas. Bertahan dari manusia yang berebut masuk di halte Pasar Genjing dan bertahan dari bau ketiak pagi hari. Ya begitulah. Setidaknya, ada Mas Akhdiyat Duta Modjo yang setia di kuping ini, menyanyikan lagu semangat cuma buat gue seorang. 
Lagi santai-santainya karaoke sendirian kayak remaja-alay-yang-pakai-headphone-raksasa-Beats by Dr. Dre-sambil-naik-sepeda-di-CFD, tiba-tiba saja busway reyot ini berhenti. 
Astaghfirullah!” teriak seorang Ibu di samping gue.
Dan persis efek domino, Ibu ini jatuh ke arah gue. Gue terdorong. Pegangan terlepas. Secara slow motion, gerakan lunglai khas pegawai kantoran yang belum sarapan, gue jatuh cantik ke samping kanan, menimpa mbak modis pegawai bank. Gue nggak tahu apakah karena gue jatuh ke arah dia, dandanannya tiba-tiba jadi luntur, atau dia memang habis nangis gara-gara sesuatu, atau malah nangis karena tertimpa gue yang naudzubillah berat, maskaranya jadi benar-benar luntur! Dia lalu ngomel-ngomel. Menyerocos tak jelas. Ingin rasanya gue sumpal pakai tissue bekas lap keringat gue. Kan bukan gue yang salah tho, Mbak! Huhu.
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