Tidaklah akan kubangun kuil cinta ini,
Jika tidak karena ibadah hatiku denganmu.
Tidaklah akan kubangun kuil cinta ini,
Jika tidak karena mimpiku bersamamu.
Tidaklah akan kubangun kuil cinta ini,
Jika tidak karena aku ingin berlari dan menari di dalamnya denganmu
Rajaku, kekasihku,
Kubangun kuil cinta ini,
Karena kau nafasku,
Bahkan tujuh per delapan hidupku.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
When my facebook is not active
Society is cruel sometimes. I mean.. full of demand. Full of un-necessary questions. Especially once a person is linked to the social network, then it is like they own you. They own your life. I need to take control of my life and not by the people who are linked to me in the internet world.
Before I joined facebook, I was kind of hesitant to even join. I thoght why would I want to share my stories to people? I have a blog, even though it was hibernating. But then I did. Why not - and slowly I satrted to share tid bits of y life story, people I love, my thoughts, my snapshots. But it is all out of love on life and creativity. Also to share my opinion to others, where when it is positive I hope for them to digest it, and when it is negative, was hoping for them to udnerstand that I am only human.
But then again, I learn that perhaps through facebook, still people cannot understand a human being as a whole. I dont understand some of my friends or colleagues or even people I meet there... But sometimes I get way too close to some of them even if I never meet them.
Funny how soeciety decided to value and judge a person through his/ her facebook. I always think depend on the person who see it. When a person is so common and negative (sorry to say this) usually the impression will be negative. It is like when a person is posting their travelling picture then the "behind your back comments" will be "show off", when you post a moment with your love ones the thought can be, "I dont believe a person who just show their private moments to people!" or.. when you post about your kids performance then it is like, "is she the only person who have kids???" .. or when one is writing poems and stories and thoughts.. say about love and life .. then usually the comments will be like, " something must happen to her.. she might be in love with another man..." or.. "he must be having a crush" or.. sometimes they give you a demanding comments such as, "of course, you mean for your wife, rigth???!!!" --
But there are also the positives who loves the idea of sharing. When they see your pictures they are happy. When they see your travelling updates they expand their dreams. When they see your poem, they also feel liek dancing with the stars. When they see your thoughts, they also care for you.
But we can never know the reaction, unless we know the person - in person ! How would I know? Basically, as for me, I just ignore the negative response.... and the more I think about it, I also ignore the real comments. It is like when people are trying to put you down, try to make your feeling down, perhaps they just feel challanged - or what is sad: insecure.
The whole writing this AM is basically, dont judge me by my facebook. Indeed it is my reflection - some are real, but many times I also play with my words and thoughts. Get to know me, to know me... not virtually, not from far. When you know me, you will know why I have such status, or post a picutre....
... or why I deactivated my facebook, for now - but will never shut it off for good.
Before I joined facebook, I was kind of hesitant to even join. I thoght why would I want to share my stories to people? I have a blog, even though it was hibernating. But then I did. Why not - and slowly I satrted to share tid bits of y life story, people I love, my thoughts, my snapshots. But it is all out of love on life and creativity. Also to share my opinion to others, where when it is positive I hope for them to digest it, and when it is negative, was hoping for them to udnerstand that I am only human.
But then again, I learn that perhaps through facebook, still people cannot understand a human being as a whole. I dont understand some of my friends or colleagues or even people I meet there... But sometimes I get way too close to some of them even if I never meet them.
Funny how soeciety decided to value and judge a person through his/ her facebook. I always think depend on the person who see it. When a person is so common and negative (sorry to say this) usually the impression will be negative. It is like when a person is posting their travelling picture then the "behind your back comments" will be "show off", when you post a moment with your love ones the thought can be, "I dont believe a person who just show their private moments to people!" or.. when you post about your kids performance then it is like, "is she the only person who have kids???" .. or when one is writing poems and stories and thoughts.. say about love and life .. then usually the comments will be like, " something must happen to her.. she might be in love with another man..." or.. "he must be having a crush" or.. sometimes they give you a demanding comments such as, "of course, you mean for your wife, rigth???!!!" --
But there are also the positives who loves the idea of sharing. When they see your pictures they are happy. When they see your travelling updates they expand their dreams. When they see your poem, they also feel liek dancing with the stars. When they see your thoughts, they also care for you.
But we can never know the reaction, unless we know the person - in person ! How would I know? Basically, as for me, I just ignore the negative response.... and the more I think about it, I also ignore the real comments. It is like when people are trying to put you down, try to make your feeling down, perhaps they just feel challanged - or what is sad: insecure.
The whole writing this AM is basically, dont judge me by my facebook. Indeed it is my reflection - some are real, but many times I also play with my words and thoughts. Get to know me, to know me... not virtually, not from far. When you know me, you will know why I have such status, or post a picutre....
... or why I deactivated my facebook, for now - but will never shut it off for good.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Tidak ada yang lain selain amal ibadah
Tidak panjang blog kali ini. Selain untuk mengingatkan mereka yang mungkin berpapasan dengan blog ini.
Aku pernah berkata ke seseorang, sambil menangis, ...
...
"Tau tidak? mungkin ketika ayah kamu meninggal, efeknya ke kamu berbeda dengan ketika Daddyku menginggalkan aku." Walau mungkin lawan bicaraku saat itu juga pasti punya memori tentang kepergian ayahnya. Anak mana yang tidak?
... terdiam, tersekat kerongkonganku.
"Tapi ketika tubuh kaku Daddyku dimasukkan ke liang kubur, di situ aku benar-benar semakin sadar bahwa tidak ada hal lain yang dibawa selain amal ibadah..."
Otakku menyambung, dalam alam pikiranku, "Dad tidak membawa harta, tahta, kedudukan, keluarga... Dad tidak juga membawa aku..."
Aku ingat, aku hanya jongkok di tanah yang basah itu. Susah bergerak. Sedikit jiwa manusia ingin berada di situ, seolah aku bisa melindungi Daddyku dari pertanyaan para malaikat. Tapi aku rapuh. Aku tidak punya kuasa.
...kadang kala, ada hal-hal yang mengingatkan aku akan hari sedih itu. Ketika aku sadar bahwa tidak ada yang dibawa selain amal ibadah. Mudah-mudahan itu cara Tuhan menjaga sikap dan langkahku.
...dan mudah-mudahan cerita ini membuatmu menjaga sikap dan langkahmu.
Aku pernah berkata ke seseorang, sambil menangis, ...
...
"Tau tidak? mungkin ketika ayah kamu meninggal, efeknya ke kamu berbeda dengan ketika Daddyku menginggalkan aku." Walau mungkin lawan bicaraku saat itu juga pasti punya memori tentang kepergian ayahnya. Anak mana yang tidak?
... terdiam, tersekat kerongkonganku.
"Tapi ketika tubuh kaku Daddyku dimasukkan ke liang kubur, di situ aku benar-benar semakin sadar bahwa tidak ada hal lain yang dibawa selain amal ibadah..."
Otakku menyambung, dalam alam pikiranku, "Dad tidak membawa harta, tahta, kedudukan, keluarga... Dad tidak juga membawa aku..."
Aku ingat, aku hanya jongkok di tanah yang basah itu. Susah bergerak. Sedikit jiwa manusia ingin berada di situ, seolah aku bisa melindungi Daddyku dari pertanyaan para malaikat. Tapi aku rapuh. Aku tidak punya kuasa.
...kadang kala, ada hal-hal yang mengingatkan aku akan hari sedih itu. Ketika aku sadar bahwa tidak ada yang dibawa selain amal ibadah. Mudah-mudahan itu cara Tuhan menjaga sikap dan langkahku.
...dan mudah-mudahan cerita ini membuatmu menjaga sikap dan langkahmu.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Old Record
Call me old school.
Some of my friends told me that I am stuck in time.
For loving old songs, especially when they are played in an old record.
I miss my old record, that now just stored in the storage.
But the feeling of listening to old record,
is something that nothing can replace...
when the needle touch the surface, and you hear this rough sound before the mono sound starts to play
I love classical Italian music, or even opera
I used to imagine to have a backyard, open to a plantation, .... endless sights.
Then I would be there with friends and families when I am young.
But then spend time on a rocking chair when I am old,
perhaps, with a little twist in the whole scene that I will have an iPad,
so I can continue to pour my thoughts in writing...
But all those is surrounded by music.. would be nice if also with a record,
Call me old school, I dont mind
Because I love it.
I may be have it from my Dad's gene
or Ummi's (mom's) .. who knows,
or maybe from old hollywood movies...
But what bring smile to my face,
is that I have someone to share it with me..
and now one of my little girls also enjoy old songs
Anyhow, call me old school, I dont mind
Now, here's some mono record on one of my favorite song Spanish Harlem,
by my favorite old singer Ben E. King..
Some of my friends told me that I am stuck in time.
For loving old songs, especially when they are played in an old record.
I miss my old record, that now just stored in the storage.
But the feeling of listening to old record,
is something that nothing can replace...
when the needle touch the surface, and you hear this rough sound before the mono sound starts to play
I love classical Italian music, or even opera
I used to imagine to have a backyard, open to a plantation, .... endless sights.
Then I would be there with friends and families when I am young.
But then spend time on a rocking chair when I am old,
perhaps, with a little twist in the whole scene that I will have an iPad,
so I can continue to pour my thoughts in writing...
But all those is surrounded by music.. would be nice if also with a record,
Call me old school, I dont mind
Because I love it.
I may be have it from my Dad's gene
or Ummi's (mom's) .. who knows,
or maybe from old hollywood movies...
But what bring smile to my face,
is that I have someone to share it with me..
and now one of my little girls also enjoy old songs
Anyhow, call me old school, I dont mind
Now, here's some mono record on one of my favorite song Spanish Harlem,
by my favorite old singer Ben E. King..
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