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Monday, October 31, 2011

The recycler

I think that's how I'm gonna call meself. The Recycler. Gara gara hobi cartonage dan paper craft saya, akhir-akhir ini saya jadi hobi ngumpulin kertas dan ornamen. Dan ini beneran "ngumpulin", mulai dari beli kertas karton, kain felt, kain katun motif, pernak pernik ornamen, sampai ke minta-minta kertas bekas dan ornamen. Yes, saya rajin nodong ke kolega saya, meminta undangan-undangan perkawinan yang sudah lama teronggok di meja dan siap dibuang. Believe it or not, kertas undangan hard paper itu bagus kalo di recycle. Hasilnya? Well let's say I have quite a bunch of stock for box and frame craft making berupa setumpuk hard paper dari undangan keren dari karton tebel, plus pernak pernik pita pitanya. Prinsip saya, hal-hal yang kadang ingin kita buang, sebenarnya kalau dioalah dengan benar, bisa menjadi sesuatu yang baru dan berguna.

Beberapa hari yang lalu saya ditelpon seorang kolega kantor, untuk datang ke ruangannya dan mengambil setumpuk undangan perkawinan yang siap di recycle (Soalnya tadinya mau dibuang aja, menuh-menuhin ruangan, katanya). My heart jumps in excitement, hihihi! Pas ada seorang kolega ulang tahun dan dibawakan kue tart dari b***d t**l, saya juga mengambil alas kuenya dan pita plus kardus pembungkus (yang tebal) nya sebelum mereka dicampakkan ke tempat sampah. Another case? Saat rapat dengan kontraktor dan si kontraktor ini membawa kue kue dalam nampan berhias korsase pita bungan yang unyu, mata saya yang biasanya bakal langsung tertuju ke si kue kue itu, sekarang tidak lagi berminat pada kue beralih ke si korsase pita, yang saya tahu akan dicampakkan ke tong sampah setelah semua orang memakan kue nya. And yap, saya memilih untuk menyelamatkan si korsase dulu, baru memakan (tiga) kue di nampan itu. Tetep rakus. Tadi pagi, saya juga "menyelamatkan" beberapa set styrofoam dan ornamen balon dan daun dari sebuah birthday cake. Those ornament will be useful for the  box/frame/greeting card making in the future. And believe it or not, saya yang tukang makan ini, lebih fokus ke misi "penyelamatan" ornamen dibanding ke kue tartnya. Sigh. I am officially a recycler now.

Weekend Regulars...

Movie Date - Narsis Sebelum nonton


Pacar's Futsal League (and me foto foto)


Grocery Session : Beli Odol!

And how I end my sunday ...

Rush data tunu shallow in the office...


I guess, in a wrap, it's quite a good weekend, ey?

The Expiration Date

Saya percaya, semua benda di dunia ini punya expiration date tag . Entah itu benda mati maupun benda hidup.  Seperti semua makanan di supermarket yang akan kadaluarsa sampai tanggal tertentu, seperti semua material yang punya fatigue point, seperti semua barang yang pada satu poin akan pecah/patah/rusak/hilang. Fana. Dan kita tak lepas dari semua itu. Kita punya tenggat waktu kita. Bedanya, kita tidak bisa melihat si cap kadaluwarsa kita sendiri. Cuma The Big Guy yang tahu, dan yang men"cap" kan  expiration date tag itu ke setiap diri kita. Mungkin, karena tag yang tidak terlihat itu, terkadang kita lupa bahwa waktu kita terbatas.

Sungguh, saya punya ketakutan sendiri terhadap si expiration date ini. Saya takut akan kematian, saya takut orang orang tercinta saya pergi, dan saya bisa super sedih ketika ada seseorang yang meninggal dunia. Saya bisa menangis tersedu saat burung kecil terluka yang saya temukan di parkiran, mati di genggaman saya. Saya bisa spanneng, morose dan shock mendengar kabar kehilangan. Seperti pagi ini, saat ada berita tentang seorang teman yang kehilangan belahan jiwanya. Teman saya ini, seorang ibu dengan bayi kecil, kehilangan dua orang tercintanya dalam satu tahun berturut turut. Saya bayangkan, mungkin saya tidak akan bisa sekuat dia bila berada di posisinya sekarang. She is a strong, tough fighter that I'll always look up to. That I'll always pray for. Dan bahkan saat saya mengetik postingan ini, tangan saya masih terasa dingin. Saya takut.

Saya takut kehilangan. Saya takut waktu yang saya punya, tidak cukup banyak untuk saya habiskan untuk hidup,mewujudkan mimpi, dan bahagia bersama orang yang saya cintai. Saya takut karena saya tidak bisa melihat  expiration date tag saya. Keterbatasan waktu dan takut akan kehilangan. Sampai si dearie a.k.a pacar tercinta, orang yang saya paling takut kehilangan dia, berkata;

" Kamu mesti siap sama hal-hal kaya gini. Kehilangan, musibah, it happens every time, and it will happen. Sama siapapun. Tanpa kecuali. Semua orang, aku, kamu. Kalau sudah waktunya, nggak ada yang bisa dilakukan. Tapi semua mesti dan akan terus berjalan "

I have to admit he is right again. Ya kalau sudah waktu sudah mencapai hitungan yang sama dengan yang tertera di  expiration date tag kita, tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan oleh manusia. Tapi, saya juga ingat bagaimana pacar terus terusan mensugesti saya untuk tidak terlalu tenggelam pada ketakutan dan kekhawatiran tentang hal hal yang belum terjadi. Karena untuk apa membuang waktu, yang terbatas dan begitu berharga untuk tenggelam pada kenegatifan? Kalaupun memang musibah itu terjadi, so be it. Mau tidak mau, hidup akan terus berjalan. Kita juga mesti terus berjalan. Dan waktu, buat saya, sangat berharga. Karena ia terbatas, karena kita semua memiliki cap kadaluwarsa. Dan dalam keterbatasan itu, dalam keberhargaan itu, saya memutuskan untuk menikmati hidup. Bersama ketakutan dan kekhawatiran saya, dan mencoba untuk berdamai dengan diri saya sendiri. For the no matter how short, or long, remaining time that I have, I am thankful that I  live. That I have my beloved family, and of course, my dearest dearie Marfan, by my side. That I, am trying my best to make the best of my time, and be happy in it. 

Saya jadi ingat, satu satunya saat dimana saya tidak merasa tegang, takut ataupun khawatir ketika peristiwa kematian, adalah ketika Eyang putri saya wafat. Kala itu, saya sedih. Saya baru saja terpilih menjadi delegasi Indonesia untuk sebuah forum internasional. Saya ingin bercerita padanya, memperlihatkan foto foto dan souvenir dari foruum itu, dan masih banyak lagi. Dan ia sudah harus dipanggil Ilahi. Tapi entah kenapa, wajah damai eyang saya seakan berkata, bahwa ia tahu ini adalah saatnya untuk pulang pada Penciptanya. Dan dari semua kerabat dan keluarga besar yang datang, yang mengenangnya dengan doa dan senyuman, saya tahu sesuatu. It felt so peaceful because maybe, she knew, she made the best of her time already. She had raised marvellous family. Her children has been having beautiful life,  beautiful families. She was proud to her children and grand children. She knew she did fine with her remaining time. And when the time set to her expiration date, she was ready to leave. Saya mengantarkan Eyang putri tercinta dari mulai disemayamkan, pengajian, hingga saat ia turunkan ke makam. I saw everything, every details. I was confused because I did feel sad, but didn't feel scared and worried. Justru, sedikit banyak saya merasakan ketenangan. Sedih yang menenangkan. Saya harap, Eyang Putri saya merasakan ketenangan yang sama ketika ia harus pergi.....

Thursday, October 27, 2011

October is....

...somewhat unproductive, blog-wise. I got a new toy. Oh well, the old BB is way too..fragile for me. The software hung for thousand times, the keyboard was officially not working, and once in a morning it just....dead. Hah. So me and pacar decided that bbm is passée, and we wont use BB any longer. Well a few days before my BB dead, me and pacar had a very nice coincidence when we both were head over heals for galaxy s2 for days, and suddenly bumped into the promotion counter with special credit card offer and price reduction. Yum. So yeah, October  has been somewhat unproductive in regards to blog posts. I am waaaaay too busy searching cool apps on android market and playing with my new toy. Enuff said :D

Anyhoo, I am glad that I'll get to spend 5 days in Jakarta next months regardless my parents will only be at home for 3 days. Well, there's tax to be paid, things to be done and if The Big Guy is kind enough to me (please...), then some things and events might, just might, take their course and run smoothly, Amin.Well He knows the best for me and His time is the best timing. Oh well. Trying to lighten up a bit here :p And I am definitely ecstatic for the December trip. Can't wait to meet fellow HYLIans in our yearly wedding reunion (Sounds weird but we do meet up every year in a wedding. 2008 was Renee's, 2009 was Wainwright's, 2010 was Ariff's, and this year's gonna be Vincent's. 2012 will be John's, and...me? well it's up to The Big Guy. Your timing, God, not mine :). Anyway holiday! Always excited to meet up with old friends and spend the night over coffee (tea for me) and good talks!!!Uwyeah! 

Work-wise, October had me work my ass off. Some good things happened, some bad things as well. C'est la vie, C'est le travail. Pacar said I learn best from mistakes I made, so yeah. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going :)

To close this random post, lemme put some pic from papercamera, one of the apps in my new toy ;p

the tidy corner in my workspace

Tunu PTR room with the team leader facing my desk

My friendly neighbour busy at work

Ps: This October, some dearest people to my heart and Pacar's heart are having birthday. For My lovely sis and cousin, Pacar's parent and nephew, dearest friends and relatives, Happy birthday, October peoples :)





Monday, October 3, 2011

For a bookworm like me, this Quote is heart warming :)

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."
Rosemarie Urquico 
 
I smile ear to ear when I read this, for a silly reason that I know the sentiment of how joyful reading (and writing) can be :). For those who care to read the witty response to this quote, read this blog. Quite amusing yet still very honest.