Eid Mubarak

Tahun berganti tahun
Ramadhan …
Ramadhan …
Bertemu Ramadhan lagi
Benarkah ketulusan untuk memaafkan telah hadir di hati kita?
Benarkah kita sudah memohon ampun kepadaNya?
Saudaraku, bersyukur kita masih diberi kesempatan
(most part of WS Rendra’s poem as what he read on TV ads)

I faced another Ramadhan in this small town this year. A small town called as “Serambi Mekah”. This Ramadhan has awakened me and told me that I have been in this province for almost two years. It is kind a record for me since I had never been working in one place for more than one and a half years. Last year’s Ramadhan was not able to move me from my chair to walk out to town. There were neither waking-up early, fireworks, plans nor going out to streets taking pictures. This year is different for me.

I am so lucky for renting a room on an alley along the Neusu street in front of Pante Perak Supermarket. Neusu is one of the major areas where people go to buy things, sightseeing, having their dinners or just to sit on the side of the road chatting with some pals. Neusu were getting merrier and merrier one week before the Idul Fitri. Fireworks started one hour after the fast breaking.

I am highly moved by the fireworks that the young people lighted. I had to run out from my room to catch the fireworks and it was like again and again since it was not continuous. I even had to run out without my slippers. Since I was outside already I decided to walk along the street that night.

It was so crowded that night. Becak drivers took their families to shop some clothes, some girls were busy choosing which veils they’re going to buy, children laughed and shouted enjoying the moment while their mothers’ eyes were on clothes and items on shops. Most families went around the town with a small pick up filled with children and mothers at the back. Somehow, I could feel the cheer in their hearts. I felt that it was a cheerful night.

The next day was the time for Sholat Ied. Too bad, it was raining though just a bit. There were no people on the field to pray together. Most prayers were done in mosque. The worst of all was I got up late! Damn! I jumped out of bed, washed my face, and grabbed my bike in a rush. As I went out, the Neusu Streetwas amazingly empty and quiet. I just saw a couple of people riding motorbike rushing to nearest mosque. As I rode my bicycle on the other end of this street, I saw some young people running, giggling realizing that they were late for praying. Some mosques called for their followers to get into the mosque as the Imam already arrived and it’s about to be started.

Then, I rode to the Masjid Raya where not much crowds were there. People have gone one by one to their house as the praying was already over yet I still could hear the Imam was having his khotbah. Yet, some people were sitting outside listening or just chatting to one another. Phew. It’s a great loss for me and the weather was not so friendly either.

So, I decided to go back and the streets were slowly waking up. I was so exhausted after pedalling my bike. As I heard this closing prays somehow I felt something rushing in my tummy and my heart beated very fast. I was so hungry and sweating.

Then, the beautiful voice of my landlady sounded like a lunch break bell. “Diyah, come! Let’s have some breakfast together”. Woohooo …. Yahoo!!! No second thought, I ran out, wished them a happy Idul Fitri and meal time!!!

Then I was thinking of visiting some colleagues. Too bad, when I was about to visit them it’s raining!!! And this continued until the next day. So, I thought that I would just congratulate them for the Idul Fitri when I came to office on Thursday. I have to say that this year Ramadhan has got something into my mind. I also felt happy though I was spending the Ramadhan alone and one of my friends has decided not to consider me as his friend.

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Hectic

Waking up
Heating up water
Breakfast
Playing games
Heating up water
Taking a bath
Biking
Good morning
Writing reports
Writing concepts
Chatting
Writing blogs
Cookies with natural fibre
Making recommendations
Answering phone calls
Making phone calls
Having lunch
Having meetings
Having trainings
Cookies with natural fibre
Having presentations
Having arguments
Chatting
Biking
Playing games
Heating up water
Taking a bath
Having Dinner
Extravaganza
Yes, dear
My wife and kids
Seinfield
Mr. Bean
National geographic Channel
Playing games
True Hollywoodstories
Silent moments
Roaring motorbike
Roaring Nidji
Loud Opick
Roaring motorbikes
Loud RIF
Roaring motorbike
Loud musics
Roaring motorbikes
Loud noises
People scream to death
Explosions
Babies crying
Roaring siren

Drama Queen, queen bee, mother earth

“Yes, I’m a drama queen like everyone does” (Lindsay Lohan)

It’s a very straightforward and honest statement. What does drama queen mean?
Drama queen, to my understanding, is a female who often acts completely different to what she’s feeling perfectly without anyone can notice. For example, she’s sad, yet she can laugh and be cheerful anytime. In other words, she hides what she’s feeling or suffering from. Another point of view is that she can play many characters regardless to her nature characters.

Another labelling is what we call Queen Bee. The queen bee is the biggest bee among all. She doesn’t work. She eats from the food that was collected by bee males. What she does is eating, mating and giving birth. She’s the centre of attention of all bees. She gets the attention and demands attention from all bees. Every bee serves her. Let’s give it an example. A woman, let’s call her Kwin, who loves to get attention from anyone no matter how. Kwin will not like people not paying attention or listening to her. She has to be listened anytime, anywhere.

Mother earth … this one is well respected by her nature (hopefully). She gives loves to people. She brings smiles to every human. She gives life to every human nature. She gives ideas to any poets, any artists, and as well to any story tellers. She’s got pure aim. She’s soft spoken. Yet, she needs to give lessons as what mother does. She will show instead of teaching. She will be soft spoken in telling things and in warning her children. When it comes to the point where her children do not listen, she will show the consequences of what her children had done. Many children will sob, cry and some scream.

What will she do then?

Let’s be silent in moment and start talking and listening to mother earth.

Anguttara Nikaya IV, 157

Ada delapan kondisi dunia yang dapat mempengaruhi, yang dapat mengombang-ambingkan, dan yang dapat menguasai kehidupan manusia:

1. LOBBA Mendapatkan keuntungan, beruntung
2. ALOBHA Mendapatkan kerugian, tidak beruntung.
3. YASO Memperoleh kedudukan / kekuasaan.
4. AYASO Tidak memperoleh kedudukan / kekuasaan.
5. NINDA Dicela
6. PASAMSA Dipuji
7. SUKKHA Mengalami kebahagiaan
8. DUKKHA Mengalami penderitaan

Apabila salah satu dari delapan kondisi dunia ini timbul, maka, seseorang harus merenungkan demikian:

"Kondisi itu telah timbul pada diriku, tetapi sifatnya tidak kekal dan tidak tetap, harus diketahui sebagaimana adanya, dan tidak seharusnya aku dikuasai oleh pikiran itu"

Dengan kata lain, seseorang janganlah:

Terlalu bergembira terhadap hal-hal yang menyenangkan, terlalu bersedih terhadap hal-hal yang tidak menyenangkan.

Help me, G!

Toilet is my life (My life is toilet?)

Travelling is one of my favourite things to do. It’s a moment where I can open my eyes wider to the beautiful scenery, to the people that I met and the jobs and life that I am doing and going through. It’s a good time to reflect whether what you have said and done are right or wrong. Though it’s still an issue of what things are considered to be right and what things are considered to be wrong. It will be called right according to whom and it will be wrong in whose point of view? It’s all about who and whom. It’s always about somebody else. Somebody is the people who called themselves as the wisest and cleverest survivor.

Back to travelling, there’s another side of the story from my travel. I have got this habit that some of my friends already know and that is going to toilets for like a thousand of times in one day. That’s why I have to assure that my stomach is empty while I am travelling. Or else, the driver will be mad and crazy finding me toilets because I can just feel like having it anytime and anywhere. It’s a torturing moment where I have to hold on tight to make sure that it won’t go out before we reached nearest toilet (yuck!!). I was sweating like hell and shivering like crazy. By the time we reached toilets, it felt like … wuuuhhhuuuu … yahoooo!!! Victory!!! I prepared myself with a roll of toilet paper as well. Toilet is my life. Indeed, my friend.

In other words, I save it and try very hard to keep it before I reached the perfect place to reply to the nature call, though the bushes and grasses behind those trees seem to be tempting.

Hmmm …

So are you the type of person who can just shit anywhere or you can shit when there is toilet only?

Toilet can be traditional and modern. It is called modern if there are walls and toilet seat and it is called traditional when it’s just a small cubicle over the flowing water or sea or a cubicle with a small hole on the ground. I usually go for the modern toilet in cities and I go to traditional toilets when I am in villages or rural areas.

What the shit am I talking about here?

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