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Friday, June 30, 2006

Friday, June 30, 2006



I am in a cyber cafe right now, different from usual, I am at my workplace. :)
I didn't go to my office this morning. I stayed at home till around 3pm.
Before leaving, I saw Angie's facial expression look so glad coz I accompanied her till afternoon. And as usual, when she is spoilt and needs my attention, she always asks me what time I will go home this evening, whether I can go home earlier than the schedule. (Oh, she is very very sweet!!!) She always makes me feel needed, loved, cared.
Well, that's it. A mother and a daughter love each other, need each other, care each other.
I have to go to my workplace soon after this. :)

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Thursday, June 29, 2006

I am at the office, all alone. AS USUAL!!! :)
My workmates are somewhere else to do their business to help make their ends meet. Me??? Oh ho ho ho ... No business to do but reading books, browsing websites, emailing, and blogging. LOL.
Btw, last night a chat friend called me after he disappeared from my life for some months. "Nicely" he wanted to know whether Angie passed the exam or not, what scores she got for the three subjects, and where Angie wants to continue her study.
Ah yeah, FYI, I had dinner with this twenty-seven-year old guy some months ago. At that time, Angie was with me, so we had dinner three of us.
Last night, he asked when I would meet him again. Fortunately I am not really busy today (I only have two classes at 10-12, then at 17-19, plus one student for graduating paper consultation), so I told him that I would be available to have dinner with him. He offered to have lunch though. I agreed. We made an appointment at 1pm.
However, honestly speaking, I felt a bit doubtful to meet him coz then he said to me, "Can I kiss you tomorrow?" UPSSSS ...........
I've tried to avoid it with my evasive way but I suppose he didn't realize it.
My pretty student, Y, came for the consultation at around 13.00. Then, we had a discussion for some minutes. Meanwhile that chat friend of mine didn't contact me yet. I felt reluctant to contact him first. I was about to refuse, but I was not sure either why I didn't do it. I was just passive.
At last, he called me, around 14.00 according to my watch, saying sorry he came very late. I told him that I was still at my workplace coz having discussion with a student. He didn't need to say sorry then. LOL.
FYI, I am usually on time when I am really willing to attend some events. But this time, I was doubtful, it made me really practice one habit of Indonesian people--rubber time. LOL.
After being in a dilemma--to come to the "spot" or not--for another half an hour, at last I went there.
That chat friend of mine was still waiting for me, showing annoyed facial expression. :)
I asked him to have lunch somewhere close to my workplace so that it would be easy to go back to office. Ridiculously (or innocently?), he asked, "Lunch? Who will pay?"
I replied, coldly, "Who proposed this meeting?"
He said, "I didn't invite you for lunch."
Ups ... LOL.
So, I said, "I told you last night that I would be available to meet you only for having meal and having a chat together. That's all."
He responded, "I am mistaken then."
Coldy, I said, "Ok. Goodbye then."
LOL. LOL. LOL. LOL.

Cinta

Aku di sini menunggumu, Cinta
untuk berbagi resah
berbagi tawa
berbagi cerita
berbagi rasa


Terkadang aku lelah, Cinta
juga terkadang aku bosan
namun aku akan selalu di sini
menunggumu
hingga ujung waktu


JDC 12.09 290606

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Mailing List

Saat ini aku menjadi anggota beberapa milis, yakni, #PAUGM#; members adalah alumni atau pun mahasiswa American Studies UGM, #Puisi#; members tentulah mereka-mereka yang hobby berpuisi-ria, termasuk aku tentu saja :), #pria_sehat_tanpa_celana#; members mereka-mereka yang hobby membaca, mostly sih novel (yang kebetulan adalah teenlit dan chicklit novels), #WritersTavern#; members mereka-mereka yang hobby menulis, baik untuk diri sendiri, di blog, maupun untuk dikomersialkan, dan mailing list terbaru yang aku ikuti adalah #Sastra-Pembebasan#, tidak ada batasan untuk menjadi anggota, siapa saja boleh menjadi member.
Dari kelima milis yang kuikuti, PAUGM adalah yang paling jarang ada interaksi, well, mungkin semua member sibuk dengan kegiatan masing-masing. :( Sedangkan #Sastra-Pembebasan# adalah milis yang anggotanya paling aktif melontas ide, menulis komentar, berdiskusi, berdebat, dll. Kadang dalam satu hari, messages baru mencapai 70! Wow ... Semua menarik bagiku untuk membacanya, kadang saja aku ikut menimpali memberi komentar atas satu tulisan.
Mengikuti diskusi, debat yang kadang memanas dari kedua kubu yang berbeda pendapat, dimana keduanya merasa yang paling benar, dan sampai ke taraf memaksakan kehendaknya pada orang-orang yang berasal dari kubu yang berseberangan, membuatku berpikir betapa sulit mencari jalan tengah dari segala diskusi dan debat tersebut, apalagi kalau hal tersebut mengenai agama.
Jadi ingat beberapa komentar yang masuk atas tulisanku di http://afeministblog.blogspot.com yang sebagian besar kontra dengan tulisanku, dan aku bisa menyimpulkan betapa mereka memaksakan kehendaknya kepadaku untuk menarik kembali apa yang telah kutulis di sini. Hal ini membuatku sadar (betapa aku pun masih seseorang yang naif!!!) bahwa benar-benar tak semudah membalik telapak tangan ketika kita ingin membuat dunia ini menjadi dunia yang lebih damai dan nyaman untuk ditinggali, di mana laki-laki perempuan saling menghormati, di mana satu kelompok menghormati kelompok lain, tidak memandang apakah dia termasuk kelompok yang mayoritas maupun minoritas.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Ruang Rindu

Ada satu ruang di hatiku
yang selalu menyanyikan lagu rindu
dan lagu cinta
untukmu

Dan setelah sekian lama
tak kau tengok jua ruang rindu dan cintaku itu
aku ingin menutupnya rapat-rapat

Aku ingin lelah
(karena aku memang telah lelah)
Aku ingin bosan
(namun aku belum jua bosan)

Yang bisa kulakukan hanyalah
menunggu
menunggu
menunggu

(mengapa tak juga kugunakan akal sehatku?)

Friday, June 23, 2006

I feel restless at the moment. And I don't want to be honest with myself what made me feel restless and unhappy today. :( I need to do deeper contemplation and ask myself how this happens to me, what I want in this life, bla bla bla ...
I need to be alone.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Schoolchildren's quotes on the Bible

From a friend's blog at http://doncasterhaikupoet.blog.co.uk/

Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree.
In the first book of the Bible, Guinness's, God got tired and took the Sabbath off.
Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark.
Lot's wife was a pillar of salt by day but a ball of fire by night.
The Jews were proud people and throughout history had trouble with unsympathetic Genitals.
Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread which is bread without any ingredients.
The first commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple.
The seventh commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery.
Moses died before he ever reached Canada
The greatest miracle in the Bible is when Joshua told his son to stand still and he obeyed him.
Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines.
When Mary heard that she was the mother of Jesus she sang the Magna Carta.
Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate contraption.
He also explained, "Man doth not live by sweat alone."
The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 decibels.
The epistles were the wives of the apostles.
St Paul cavorted to Christianity. He preached holy acrimony which is another name for marriage.
Christians have only one spouse. This is called monotony.

Do You Still?

Tell me, when you look at me
Do you still love everything you see
Do you still want me for who I am
Or do you wish I was a better man

Tell me, when you call my name
Does it still feel the same
Do I still make your heart beat fast
Do you still pray for this to forever last

Tell me, when you hold me tight
Do you still want me throughout the night
Do I still turn you on
Or has the feeling been long gone

Tell me, when you see me smile
Does is still make everything all right
Are you sure that you still want me near
Are my words still sweet to hear

Tell me, when time has passed
Will you still feel that this is meant to last
Will I still be second to none
Can you promise me that I’ll always be the one

Healing Your Heart


 

Impossible it may seem,
To mend a broken heart
So many pieces to recover,
So many memories torn apart.
I don’t know where to begin
Or even how to describe
This feeling I have
That’s etched deep inside.
There are so many things I want to give you
So many things I want you to see
So many things I want you to feel,
As I sit here patiently.
Patiently waiting
For the time come
Where your heart beats for me
And two hearts beat as one.
So, with every flower I give you
And every letter I write
A new piece of your heart is unveiled
For me to hold tight.
With every tear you shed
As I kiss them away
Another distant memory
Just faded away.
As we hold hands together
And have those late night talks
Your heart will become one
And love’s journey, again, you shall walk.

Female friends versus Male friends

 


I feel more at ease to make friend with female rather than male. I believe it is because of my upbrining, especially during my childhood.


In elementary school, I went to Islamic school where boys studied in one classroom while girls studied in another room. Girls had to wear veil and long dress to cover their bodies. They were not allowed to enter the boys' room, and on the other way around. Our teachers told us strictly that it was HARAM to be close to the opposite sex, moreover to touch them, and more than that. FYI, HARAM means if people do it, they will get punishment from God, while they will get reward from God if the don't do it.
As far as I remember, my teachers taught us that God does not only have merciful and loving character, but also cruel coz of the existence of hell. And my teachers imposed the punishment more than the reward we would get from God, I suppose, so we were frightened to do those things considered HARAM.


The strict rule--and the threat of the extremely hot fire in hell--really mde me feel uncomfortable to make friend closely with boys. As a result, I only made friends with girls. I had a chat with boys too, of course, but I didn't dare to do more than that, moreover to have a close relationship with boys.


It continued until I was in Junior High School. At that time, I had some close friends who were all girls. I really didn't feel secure to make good friends with boys.


In Senior High School, I experienced a bit different thing. I majored in 'Bahasa' (Language) in which there were only two boys and two girls in one class. I was close to both of those boys, confided in them too about some personal problems of mine. 


In my bachelor degree, again I didn't make good friend with boys. 


I didn't have many boyfriends either before marrying my only daughter's father. I believe that it was really caused by the strict rule I got when I was in elementary school. Besides the "myth" saying that a girl who has many boyfriends is not a good girl. And it really hanuts many girls' mind. (They are really afraid to be considered by society that they are bad girls only coz of having many boyfriends.)


In my master's degree, there were 13 students in my major, 2 men, and 11 women. And, again, I only made good friends with the girls. 


Indeed, until now, I still cannot make good friend with guys. :D

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


 

At the office. All alone.


I don't really enjoy this office of mine actually coz the AC doesn't work well. It is still hot here. :( However, I cannot escape to another place. I am different from my workmate, AS, who comfortably escapes herself to another office of another department. My own problem: I only feel at ease with my workmates in my department, English Department. Other teachers from other departments usually view us, teachers of English Department weirdly. Well, as old proverb says, "Tak kenal maka tak sayang..." LOL. I consider them weird; and they view me and my workmates the same. LOL. So? Yeah ... the result is I still stay in this hot office located on the tenth floor!


While writing this, I am reading a play entitled "Lysistrata" by Aristophanes, a classic play. Well, before leaving for Malang, Julie included this play in the syllabus. And since I just continue her, I must follow her syllabus. Anyway, I feel challenged to read this play. I am always challenged to read a new thing. LOL.


Btw, this morning, I just helped my workmate in my other workplace to proctor a placement test in one vocation school in my hometown. There were eight teachers altogether there, including me and A, a female workmate of mine. 


A and I used to be close. We used to confide in to each other about our problems. However, I observed that since she got married around 2 years ago, she has not done that anymore. Well, people change everywhere, right? Perhaps she has found a real soul mate in her husband? And, since she no longer confides in me, I don't confide in her either. 


However, suddenly yesterday she talked a lot to me again. This morning she did it again too. Perhaps coz before this we were very busy with our own activities so that we don't talk a lot? Maybe.


I always have all ears of mine for her. and have discussion. Moreover, I see now that she is trying to understand my feministic perspective. Love to help her know more about this ideology. 


Oh well, I cannot write a lot here at the moment. I have to continue reading the play. I remember once I kidded my student, one big difference between students and teachers is that teachers read one night earlier than the students do. LOL. Well, it works well in my workplace. I am sure in other colleges the situation is not as bad as this. Perhaps even worse? LOL. Oh no, of course, I am just kidding.


Jangan Pergi

Andai aku berkata “jangan pergi”
Dan meruntuhkan kesombongan di diri
Akankah kau tetap berada di sisi
Menjaga dan memupuk cinta yang telah mekar di hati?
PT56 10.14 190606

Jangan Pergi (KD)

Jangan pergi
Bersamaku di sini
Menemani hari sepiku
Tak kan lagi buka lembaran lalu
Dan mengusik luka lama

Jangan pergi dariku
Tinggalkanku
Bawa daku kemana kau pergi
Jangan lari dariku
Jangan tepis rinduku
Ku tak bisa berpaling darimu
Semuanya telah untukmu

Maafkanlah memang aku yang salah
Dan tak pernah mau mengerti
Tak kan lagi buka lembaran lalu
Dan mengusik luka lama

Jangan pergi dariku
Tinggalkanku
Bawa daku ke mana kau pergi
Jangan lari dariku
Jangan tepis rinduku
Ku tak bisa berpaling darimu
Semuanya telah untukmu

Rasa cinta nurani pun tak kan berdusta
Perasaan asmara tanpa kenal perbedaan
PT56 06.21 210606

P.S. : This is one sentimental song I like to sing when I want him.

IRC

IRC yang hiruk pikuk
Dengan berjuta chatters
Tersebar di seluruh penjuru
Tak kuasa membuatku mampu
Menghapus kerinduanku padamu
Karena tak kutemui nick mu

Di sini
Aku tetap merasa sunyi
Sepi

Harus kemana lagi
Kucari sekeping hati
Yang telah kau curi?
PT56 06.27 210606

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I remember Rick at the moment, wish he were back to me again, wish to have someone as knowledgable, broad-minded, and open-minded as he is to be with me, to share my anxiety together about this life, to be someone who will calm me when I am really very emotional and questioning, and rebellious.
I remember our chat some years ago. I told him that my students didn't find me 'friendly' anymore, a bit strict than the first time they knew me. Rick said, "That's the risk, honey. You are no longer naive. That is the risk to know more things in this life. You cannot think as innocently and as naively as before. You cannot go back to be previous Nana. Accept it, honey. bla bla bla ..."
By reading a lot more than before, by knowing more than before, by discussing more things with many people than before, I cannot go back to be Nana who view this world and its complicated problems from the naive perspective. I find this life getting more complicated, Indonesia has become very bad. I hate to see it. And here, I cannot do anything but shouting, writing in my blog.
I feel restless.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Terluka

“Aku tak mau terluka. Aku tak mau hatiku berdarah, teriris pedih karena harus menerima kenyataan bahwa kita tak mungkin bersatu. Tak mungkin. Sekarang pergilah menjauh dari hidupku. Biarkan aku hidup damai di sini.”

“Kalau kamu pikir aku tidak terluka, kamu salah. Aku jauh lebih terluka. Pernahkah kamu tahu betapa dalam cintaku padamu hingga aku tetap hidup sendiri setelah kamu menikah 10 tahun yang lalu, karena aku tak kan mampu mencintai perempuan lain setelah seluruh cinta yang kumiliki kupersembahkan kepadamu? Pernahkah kamu menakar betapa dalam luka hatiku melihatmu yang kucintai, yang juga mencintaiku, bersanding dengan laki-laki lain hanya karena kita terlalu terlambat untuk bertemu? Mampukah kamu mengerti pedihnya hatiku melihat buah cinta kita dimiliki oleh laki-laki yang dikenali oleh orang lain sebagai suamimu? Padahal bayi mungil ini adalah darah dagingku? Aku tak hanya dilarang untuk memilikimu, aku juga tidak boleh memiliki darah dagingku sendiri!”

PT56 15.59 040606

Di Kolam Renang, Paradise Club

Paradise Club swimming pool.

Aku duduk di salah satu bangku yang terletak di sebelah timur kolam renang.

Seperti biasa setelah berenang selama kurang lebih satu jam, dan kemudian mandi, aku duduk-duduk di salah satu bangku, menunggu rambutku kering sebelum aku beranjak pulang. Karena buru-buru ketika berangkat tadi, aku lupa memasukkan satu buku ke dalam tas berenangku. Aku hanya menyelipkan buku harianku dan balpoint ke dalamnya, selain “peralatan” berenang plus perlengkapan mandi.

So? Yeah, aku tidak membaca buku apa pun sekarang. Aku hanya menulisi buku harianku. Kali ini aku memiliki waktu untuk memandang ke seluruh penjuru kolam karena aku tidak disibuki membaca buku.

Di papan loncat, aku memperhatikan seorang guru mengajari dua anak didiknya untuk melompat yang dikenal sebagai “lompat paku” ke dalam kolam renang. Aku taksir kedua anak didiknya berkisar 7-8 tahun. Aku lihat kedua anak itu agak takut-takut untuk melompat sehingga mereka tidak berhasil menunjukkan posisi tubuh yang benar ketika berenang.

Aku jadi teringat Angie. Dia mulai kuleskan berenang di tahun 1998, berarti ketika dia berusia 7 tahun. Dia terlihat begitu menikmati kegiatan berenangnya. Angie pun termasuk kategori anak pemberani ketika diajari melompat paku seperti yang baru kulihat tadi. Dia langsung bisa menirukan gerakan pelatihnya dengan benar. Beda denganku yang meskipun bisa berenang paling takut ketika harus melompat dari papan seperti itu. LOL. Dan wajah yang ditunjukkan Angie setelah lompatan pertamanya itu begitu menggemaskan. Begitu kepalanya muncul dari air, dan berinjak-injak air, dia berteriak, “Wow ... enak!!! Lagi ah!!!” dan kemudian dia pun melakukan lompatan itu berkali-kali.

Aku kembali memandangi kedua anak perempuan dan pelatih renangnya.

Kemudian pandanganku pindah ke kiri. Aku melihat dua anak laki-laki dan seorang laki-laki yang kuperkirakan sang ayah. Mereka asik makan POP MI sambil bercakap-cakap ramai.

Aku ingat seorang teman yang memiliki dua anak laki-laki, berusia 4 tahun dan satu setengah tahun. Aku membayangkan dia mengajak kedua anak laki-lakinya berenang di kolam renang PC. Mungkin kemudian aku akan asik ngobrol dengannya sementara kedua anaknya berenang. (Dan aku tidak menulisi buku harianku. LOL.)

Aku juga ingat seorang teman lain yang anak pertamanya laki-laki juga. Seandainya anak keduanya juga laki-laki, well, mungkin seperti itulah pemandangan yang akan aku lihat jika dia mengajak kedua anak laki-lakinya berenang.

Tiba-tiba aku teringat sapaan mbak yang jaga pintu kolam renang. Seminggu yang lalu dia menyapaku, “Pagi mbak Nana. Sendirian? Kok ga pernah ngajak teman?” aku cuma tersenyum manis. (Memang senyumku manis kok. LOL.)

Jadi ingat dulu teman kosku juga pernah menanyakan hal yang sama, mengapa aku selalu pergi berenang sendirian. Well, aku berenang untuk berenang, bukan untuk ngobrol. Kecenderungan untuk “pindah tempat ngobrol” selalu terjadi ketika aku berangkat berenang dengan orang lain. Aku juga termasuk orng yang cuek dan sama sekali tidak friendly ketika aku telah berada di kolam renang. Aku tidak pernah menyapa orang lain dan juga tidak suka disapa ketika berenang.

Ingat waktu aku berenang di kolam renang miik UNY. Kadang-kadang ada orang yang menyapaku, ketika aku membetulkan letak kacamata renangku. “Wah mbak, berenangnya kuta juga yah? Berenang berapa kali seminggu?” setelah menjawab secukupnya, aku akan segera meluncur berenang lagi, dan tidak akan berhenti di tempat yang sama, males harus “beramah tamah” dengan orang. Ketika aku harus berhenti unutk membetulkan letak kacamata, atau pun membersihkannya dari embun air, aku selalu berusahan memilih tempat yang sepi, yang tidak akan ada orang menyapa.

Aku selalu menemani kesendirianku ketika berada di kolam renang.

Lamunanku buyar. Aku kembali memandang ke sekitar. Hari sudah semakin siang. Sudah semakin sedikit orang yang masih berada di kolam renang. Laki-laki dengan kedua anaknya yang tadi berada di sisi kiriku telah pergi.

Mataku mulai mengantuk. Perutku mulai keroncongan minta diisi.

Aku sentuh rambutku. Hmm ... sudah mulai mengering. Dan aku sudah capek menulis. Aku membayangkan anakku satu-satunya kelaparan di rumah menungguku untuk sarapan bersama.

Pulang ah.

PT56 23.02 180606

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Saturday, June 17, 2006


 

Saturday doesn't always mean weekend for me. In fact, this term I can say that Saturday is not weekend at all for me, though I don't get any class on Saturday. It was coz a workmate of mine asked me to substitute him on Saturday morning for five weeks while he had an outside class. And, some other time, my other workmates asked me to substitute them. So? Every Saturday I am in my workplace.


Like today, this morning, I proctored a TOEFL test for about two and a half hours. Then, I had lunch together with some workmates. After that, while waiting for the time to substitute another workmate, to oral examine at 2-6pm this afternoon, I spent my break at one cyber cafe located close to my workplace.
I have read some messages I got from some mailing lists I join. Oh yeah, before leaving my workplace, one friend asked me where I would go. I said, "Oh you know, I am included into those who really depend on internet. I want to check my mailboxes and blogs!" :)

 

25 December 2014


And here in the cyber cafe, I have done some things, posted some things in my blogs, did some editing in the setting or change the design/template, sent some funny messages to friends, etc.

 
And now, I want to write a little in this blog of mine. :)

 
Tomorrow, I will go swimming in the morning. Then, I will attend a workmate's wedding party. Perhaps I will just spend my afternoon and evening at home, typing something in my beloved computer, or reading something, or lazying myself away on the bed. :)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Perempuan

Ingat kurang lebih satu setengah tahun yang lalu ketika seorang teman chat curhat kepadaku tentang istrinya, yang katanya mata duitan, yang katanya hanya menghormatinya ketika dia membawa uang banyak ke rumah, dan akan mencuekinya ketika dia tidak berhasil membawa uang sejumlah yang diharapkan oleh sang istri.
Aku katakan padanya bahwa dia tidak bisa menyalahkan sang istri karena istrinya toh hanya mengikuti "stereotype" yang mengatakan bahwa laki-laki adalah pencari nafkah, perempuan sebagai ibu rumah tangga; bahwa laki-laki akan dihormati kalau dia memiliki uang banyak dan mampu membiayai rumah tangga, sedangkan perempuan sebagai pendamping suami plus tukang masak, tukan cuci, dan tukang ngopeni anak-anak.
So, mengapa perempuan yang mengikuti stereotype yang telah dibuat oleh masyarakat itu disalahkan?

Women versus women?

 


At my workplace. As usual. 


I just sent a response to one mailing list I join, #sastra-pembebasan#, about my favorite topic, "WOMEN". 😃


One often-asked question is "Why do women sometimes consider other women as rivals? Competitors?"


I remember in the past i asked myself such a question too, and couldn't figure out the answer.


After I read a lot of books and articles based on feminist perspective, I found the answer. This male-dominated alias patriarchal society created it. 


Women are "conditioned" to compete with other women to get men's attention. Successful women are women who can attract men's attention; successful women are woman who are wanted by men, who are married to men. So? They've got to compete other women; they've got to be selfish and think about themselves only if they want to be the winner.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Tuesday June 13, 2006




I am wearing my boots today, the color is black. I know many people (students and other people) are attracted to my boots. It is coz not many people in Indonesia are not confident to wear boots, moreover to go to the office, LOL, except those models on the catwalk. 

 

At other days, I oftentimes wear my black sneakers together with my long black dress and blazer/blouse. Many people are attracted to these sneakers of mine too. I know what is in their mind, "How could this woman wear sneakers/boots with her long black dress and blazer/blouse?"

 

The reason for me is, well, I just love to look different (for the boots); while for the sneakers, it is very comfortable to wear sneakers, instead of high-heeled shoes. I once talked to my students, "I can run easily while wearing these sneakers, moreover just walk or move." LOL.

 

At first, I wear black clothes to show that I was mourning (coz my online boyfriend left me in 2001). Then, I found out that my black clothes could hide the fat in my body (after I increased some weight on my body). Besides, the "myth" saying that people look gallant, graceful when wearing black, it made me wear black clothes continuously. :)

 

And then I realize I easily attract people too by wearing black. Huh!!! I don't mean to attract their attention. What's wrong with me wearing black? What's wrong with me wearing boots? What's wrong with me wearing sneakers to go to the office? LOL.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Blogging

Di JDC.
Seperti kebiasaanku akhir-akhir ini setelah teradiksi teknologi blogging, aku kali ini ngenet, untuk blogging, plus baca-baca messages yang datang ke mailboxku, baik yang personal messages, maupun yang lewat mailing list yang kuikuti. Aku juga kirim beberapa personal messages to my loved one.
Jadi inget waktu aku masih kuliah di Jogja, tepatnya ketika ake bersibuk ria menulis tesis, (aku belum kenal addiction of blogging technology), sesuatu yang selalu membuatku asik ngenet adalah kirim email ke that loved one of mine, setelah seharian ngendon di depan komputer, mencurahkan segala rasaku kepadanya. Cie ... Sekarang, dia telah memiliki "saingan" berat, MY BLOGS!!! LOL. But, I know, he will not mind. Dan seperti biasa, kalo pun toh sampe dia keberatan, I will not give it a damn. LOL. Khas Nana yang egois banget. LOL. Well, selain pecinta yang romantis, aku tetaplah seorang Leo yang egois. LOL.Sekarang aku udah kelaparan, and mau makan siang dulu.
Ciao.

Emily

Satu hari, di kantor, aku berteriak, “I want to kill him!” 
 
Tak kusangka ternyata ruang kelas di sebelah sedang ada kuliah. Mahasiswa semester 2. beberapa saat setelah itu, beberapa mahasiswa melongokkan kepalanya ke ruang dosen. Salah satu dari mereka, Merlin, menyapaku, “Ms. Do you really wanna kill someone?” Bukannya tersipu malu, namun aku tertawa terbahak-bahak. Aku membalas, “Yes, I wanna kill him!” Dan Merlin pun melongo, “Hah?” Tak jelas apakah dia menganggap omonganku itu serius atau tidak. Namun aku sempat juga berpikir seandainya kemudian ada peristiwa pembunuhan yang menimpa seseorang yang berada di lingkunganku, polisi akan dengan mudah menuduhku telah merencanakan dan melakukan pembunuhan itu. 
 
  *****  
 
Aku ingat Emily dalam cerpen karya William Faulkner. Emily membunuh kekasih hatinya. Bukan karena Emily membenci laki-laki itu, agar laki-laki itu segera enyah dari hidupnya. Bukan. Emily membunuh kekasihnya agar laki-laki itu tak lagi meninggalkannya sendirian; agar kekasihnya itu bisa terus menerus berada di sampingnya. Aku pikir itu adalah ide yang bagus. Aku ingin membunuh kekasihku agar dia menjadi milikku semata. Agar dia selalu berada di sisiku. Akan kubuatkan kamar yang indah untuknya. Tempat tidur yang berharga jutaan, yang kasurnya empuk tak kalah dari kasur hotel berbintang lima. Akan aku hiasi dengan berbagai macam bunga di atasnya sehingga selalu menyeruakkan bau wangi. Aku ingin membunuh kekasihku agar dia tak perlu lagi membagi waktunya dengan yang lain. Agar aku selalu bisa bercinta dengannya. Menghabiskan malam-malam sepiku dengan lelaki yang telah mencuri seluruh hati, jiwa, dan ragaku. Tak lagi sendiri. Namun bersamanya. Aku ingin membunuh kekasihku karena dia lah the one and only. Dialah satu-satunya lelaki yang telah membuatku begitu ingin menghabiskan sisa hidupku bersamanya.  
 
*****  
 
Tiba-tiba muncullah bayangan lelaki lain, berkelebat di ingatanku. Dan muncullah kalimat yang sama dari bibirku, “I want to kill him!” Ini adalah ide yang cemerlang. Aku harus membunuh laki-laki itu agar dia tak lagi merongrong hidupku. Agar aku tak perlu lagi merasa kesal setiap kali menemukan jalan buntu dari diskusiku dengannya. Dia yang seperti tembok, dingin, tak berhati, tak pernah mau mengerti apa yang aku ingini. Dia yang selalu ingin aku menjadi miliknya karena selembar surat yang telah dia dapatkan dari KUA; surat yang menurutnya membuatku bisa menjadi seorang pesakitan yang dia penjarakan dalam suatu institusi yang disebut sebagai pernikahan; bersamanya.  
 
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Aku ingin membunuh dua laki-laki yang telah hadir dalam hidupku. Aku ingin membunuh kekasihku agar dia tetap menjadi milikku, tetap berada di sampingku. Dan seperti yang dilukiskan oleh William Faulkner, aku akan bahagia, seperti Emily yang akhirnya memiliki Homer Barron. Aku ingin membunuh seorang laki-laki lain agar hidupku bebas dari segala tuntutannya padaku. Seandainya aku tak hanya menulis di sini ... Seandainya aku benar-benar merencanakan dengan baik keinginanku itu ... 
 
Seandainya ... 
 
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Friday, June 09, 2006

Exclusivity

 


 

I have joined a fitness center for about three months. I can go to that club every morning, Monday-Saturday for aerobics while on Sunday I can go there for swimming. Or I also can go there for swimming everyday. Although I love swimming much more than any other sport, I do aerobics more often than swimming. The reason is really ridiculous, I don’t want to make my complexion darker coz having fair complexion is preferred in Indonesia. LOL. Besides, well, if I go swimming often, it will damage my swimsuit fast coz of the chlorine in the pool. It will result in wasting my money coz I have to buy swimsuit again and again. LOL.


I suppose fitness center is the only place where I often visit where I don’t need to bring any book. J I mostly bring books anywhere I go so that I will not be idle in case I have nothing to do. Only when going swimming on Sunday, I bring my diary or a book. Usually I linger there for about an hour after showering to wait for my hair to dry before going home.


In the aerobics time, I observe there are about twenty women coming daily. Gradually, I observe that there are some women (around five till seven) who are very close to each other but they are not that friendly to other members. They love to group, ignoring the others. They always position themselves at the front row when doing aerobics.


Some months ago, I tried to position myself at the front row coz I came early at that time. (it reminded me of college time when I always came early to be able to choose to sit at the front). However, after aerobics started, some members of that “exclusive” groups came, and position themselves in front of me so that no enough space between us. Of course it would make our movement uncomfortable. I got disturbed at that time, but I didn’t say anything. Well, it is not about life and death case anyway. LOL.


Since then on, I seldom position myself at the front row coz it seems exclusively owned by that group.


This morning, a friend of mine in that fitness club told me about her annoyance to that “exclusive” group. She asked me whether I felt annoyed too to that group. I just said that I don’t give it a damn. :)


What’s so special with being exclusive? Exclusivity can also be interpreted as marginalization. I don’t like to be put in an exclusive position with the “special” roles as the mother, wife, “the angel of the house”. They seem exclusive; however then they are also followed by some other marginalized roles: be domestic, be gentle, be womanly, be submissive, bla bla bla …


It reminds me of a teen lit novel, Princess Diaries. (I bought these novels for Angie, but I also read them LOL). In one book, Mia Thermopolis had to give a speech in front of her school friends in an event of electing the chair for students’ association. Mia “attacked” the arrogance of the exclusive gang belonging to Lana W. It made Mia win the election.
What’s so important of being exclusive? :)


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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Thursday, June 8, 2006

 


I write here to express myself, to share what I think with other people, to share my anxiety with other people.


Before finding this blog technology, I only expressed myself to people around me--my friends, workmates, including students, and family members. I did it orally, by our daily chat, or in the classroom while I had discussion with my students. 


Recently, especially after continuing my study to American Studies Master's Degree, I somewhat become what people consider as an "idealist" person, I have started to try to change the world. Firstly, to 'brainwash' my students, and people around me. After knowing this blog technology, of course I want to widen my audience.


And here I am ...


Although I got many supportive and encouraging comments in my http://afemaleguest.blog.co.uk for my posts, for my ideas, in this blogspot, well, I got contradictory comments. There are three possible reasons.


First, perhaps what people say about me is right--I have been westernized--so that it won't be difficult for those western people to understand my way of thinking.


Second, my writing is not exhaustive yet to explain my ideas, my way of thinking, so that people cannot see and understand the 'core' of what I mean to express. 


Third, I am not successful to open their mind to view problems from different perspective. Perhaps coz my writing is not convincing yet; but also perhaps coz they don't want to open their mind; and stick to their old principle.


Well, again, I want to quote Emerson's saying; the most favorite quote of mine from him.
"THE FOOLISH CONSISTENCY IS THE HOBGOBLIN OF LITTLE MINDS"
Being consistent in one thing foolishly shows our narrow-mindedness

Perempuan dalam kultur patriarki

 


Tulisanku kali ini terilhami dari message yang ada di milis sastra-pembebasan. 


Ketika kecil aku bersekolah di Madrasah Ibtidaiyah dekat rumah. Kata ibuku, aku, kakakku dan adikku disekolahkan di MI tersebut demi efisiensi waktu (hanya berjarak kurang lebih 30 m dari tempat tinggal kita waktu itu). Namun tentu saja ada alasan lain; yakni agar aku dan kedua saudaraku itu di’didik’ (sekarang aku lebih menggunakan kata ‘diindoktrinasi) secara Islami.


Ketika di MI, aku (dan semua murid tentu saja) diharuskan bisa mengaji Alquran. Untunglah sejak TK aku sudah diajari mengaji oleh kedua orang tuaku, sehingga hal ini bukanlah sesuatu yang aneh apalagi sulit bagiku. Bahkan aku ingat ketika kelas 4 MI, aku sudah diberi mandat oleh guru kelasku untuk mengajari beberapa teman sekelas yang belum bisa mengaji. FYI, waktu itu, sekolah libur di bulan Ramadhan. Namun di MI tempat aku bersekolah, hal tersebut tidak berlaku. Kurang lebih 3 minggu selama bulan Ramadhan kita tetap berangkat ke sekolah. Yang kita pelajari tiap hari bukanlah mata pelajaran biasa, namun lebih difokuskan ke pelajaran agama, sebangsa Fiqih, Tauhid, Hadits, dan tentu saja mengaji. Tiap pagi sebelum memulai ‘pelajaran’, kita semua diharuskan mengaji. Dan aku mendapatkan tugas tambahan; setelah aku sendiri mengaji beberapa lembar Alquran, aku mengajari beberapa teman sekelas yang duduk di sekitar bangkuku.


Yang ingin kutekankan di sini adalah salah satu hadits mengenai betapa anak-anak harus lebih menghormati sang ibu daripada sang bapak. Aku juga diindoktrinasi bahwa apa pun yang dikatakan oleh sang ibu kepada anak-anaknya akan sangat manjur. Karena sejak kecil aku didoktrin seperti itu, (masa kanak-kanak adalah masa yang paling mudah untuk ‘membentuk’ seseorang bukan?), aku percaya sekali akan hal ini.


Dan begitulah yang terjadi. Apa-apa yang diucapkan oleh ibuku (terutama, well, hal-hal yang tidak begitu bagus) selalu aku ingat dengan baik, dengan hati yang tidak menentu. Seorang ibu adalah seorang manusia juga, dengan segala keterbatasannya, juga emosinya. Aku paham betul bahwa kadang-kadang tentu ibuku hanya lepas kontrol dan kemudian mengatakan sesuatu yang sayangnya tidak berkenan di hatiku. Namun karena dia adalah ibuku, dan aku HANYALAH seorang anak, aku tak berkuasa untuk menyanggah. (FYI, hubunganku dengan orang tuaku adalah hubungan konvensional, anak mendengarkan apa yang dikatakan oleh orang tua; orang tua lebih mengerti tentang segala hal di dunia ini dibandingkan sang anak; orang tua berhak melakukan apa saja dan anak tidak boleh protes. Well, begitulah ajaran yang didoktrinkan ke aku sejak aku kecil.)


Orang bilang, ketika kita percaya pada suatu ramalan, hal tersebut akan terjadi, semacam sugesti. Ketika ibuku mengatakan sesuatu yang aku sebenarnya tidak suka, akan selalu kuingat itu, sambil was-was bahwa hal tersebut akan terjadi dalam hidupku. Dan ketika hal-hal yang ‘buruk’ itu benar-benar terjadi, aku hanya bisa menyesali, mengapa ibuku harus mengatakan hal-hal buruk tersebut sehingga aku harus menerima getahnya. 


It made me learn about mother-child relationship.


Tapi mungkin hal tersebut hanya terjadi padaku, namun tidak terjadi kepada kakak adikku. Aku yang mungkin memang terkadang terlalu perasa.


Belajar dari hubungan antara ibuku dan aku, aku menerapkan pola hubungan yang lain dengan anakku.
Aku sangat hati-hati dengan apa pun yang aku ucapkan terhadap anak semata wayangku. (aku yakin hal ini kulakukan bukan karena aku hanya punya satu anak dalam hidupku.) Sebisa mungkin aku tidak mengucapkan kata-kata yang sekiranya menyakiti hati anakku, atau pun sebangsa umpatan, misal, “Kalo kamu begini, lihat saja nanti besok kamu akan jadi anak yang bla bla bla ...”


Selain itu, aku yang kemudian ‘tumbuh’ menjadi seorang ‘pemberontak’ dari tradisi, aku tidak percaya dengan bahwa seorang ibu harus selalu dihormati oleh sang anak, harus didengar apa pun yang dia katakan, bahwa aku pemahamanku akan segala hal di dunia ini lebih banyak daripada anakku, dll. Aku lebih menekankan hubungan antar teman, tidak ada ‘pemujaan’ dari seorang anak ke ibu, komunikasi akan menghasilkan hubungan yang lebih sehat daripada “I-know-this-life-better-than-you-coz-I-am-older-than-you-are, coz-I-am-your-mother” relationship.


Aku hanyalah seorang manusia biasa dengan segala keterbatasan bukan seorang ibu yang laksana dewi. Aku hapuskan pengindoktrinasian bahwa seorang ibu adalah kepanjangan tangan Tuhan untuk anaknya, bahwa ridho Allah kepada anaknya dipengaruhi oleh ridho seorang ibu kepada anaknya. Di mataku, aku dan anakku memiliki kedudukan yang sama di mata Tuhan. Aku akan bertanggung jawab terhadap apa pun yang kulakukan, sama seperti anakku pun akan bertanggung jawab terhadap apa pun yang dia lakukan sendiri. Aku lepaskan anakku dari tanggung jawab bahwa dia harus memujaku karena aku yang melahirkan dia, yang menyusui dia, membesarkan dia. Bukankah aku yang menginginkan kehadirannya di dunia ini agar hidupku terasa lebih lengkap? Mengapa kemudian aku masih menuntutnya untuk harus selalu menghormatiku? Mendengarkan apa pun yang kukatakan without any reserve, hanya karena aku adalah ibunya? Kata-kata Buddha “Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.” Pun aku terapkan dalam hubunganku dengan anakku. 


Anakku, Angie, sekarang berusia 15 tahun. Hubunganku dengannya lebih merupakan hubungan antar teman, dia curhat kepadaku tentang apa pun yang dia alami, seperti aku pun selalu cerita kepadanya pengalaman-pengalaman sehari-hariku. 


Satu hal yang dia tahu pasti, I love her. 


Seandainya aku belum bisa menikmati kultur di mana seorang perempuan dianggap setara dengan laki-laki, aku ingin Angie nantinya akan lebih menikmati kultur tersebut; di mana seorang perempuan tak lagi dibebani berbagai macam tuntutan; seorang perempuan harus bersifat keibuan, harus selalu penuh cinta, harus selalu patuh apa pun yang dikatakan oleh kaum lelaki; seorang perempuan harus lebih mendahulukan kebahagiaan suami dan anak daripada kebahagiaan dirinya sendiri; seorang perempuan adalah tonggak suatu keluarga yang kemudian akhrinya menjadi tonggak suatu negara.


Perempuan pun boleh menjadi seseorang yang egois, memikirkan kepentingannya lebih dari pada kepentingan sang anak, apalagi suami. 


Lepaskan perempuan dari hal-hal yang ideal seperti itu, sehingga dia akan lebih menikmati hidupnya; sehingga dia tidak akan merasa tertekan yang mungkin saja akan membuat dia depresi sehingga mengeluarkan sumpah serapah kepada dunia, kepada orang-orang di sekitarnya; yang akhirnya hanya akan merugikan bagi semua pihak.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Hidup

"Hidup berjalan sesuai kontrak yang disepakati antar-roh sebelum terlahir jadi daging ke dunia." ("Lara Lana" dalam FILOSOFI KOPI, Dewi Lestari, 2006:91)

Aku ingat kamu, kekasihku.
Aku ingat hidupku, cintaku.
Telahkah tertulis di alam roh bahwa memang kita terlahir dalam hidup ini untuk saling bertemu, kemudian saling jatuh cinta, saling membutuhkan, setelah kita mengikat ikrar janji dengan seseorang yang lain?
Telahkah tertulis di alam roh bahwa kamulah yang akan membuat hatiku tergetar tatkala kamu menciumku, menyentuhku, membuatku serasa melayang ke langit ke tujuh? Kamu yang tak seharusnya kujatuhcintai? Kamu yang datang ke dalam hidupku setelah ucapkan "I do" di hadapan orang lain?
Kalau memang dialah yang diciptakan oleh Sang Maha untuk menjadi pendamping hidupku, mengapa yang tertulis di alam roh aku jatuh cinta padamu, bukan padanya? Mengapa kamulah yang mampu membuat aliran darahku mengalir dengan lebih kencang hanya dengan sentuhan tanganmu ke pipiku, dan bukan dia?

"Apa pun yang terjadi bukanlah keberuntungan atau kesialan, melainkan eksekusi kontrak belaka." ("Lara Lana" dalam FILOSOFI KOPI, Dewi Lestari, 2006:91)

Aarrrrggghhhhh..................

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Saturday, June 3, 2006

I start to feel restless (again). This time not coz of that Lelaki Terindah of mine, but coz of someone else.
The problem is not how in fact 'easily' I experience the similar thing again, the similar feeling again. The problem lies in I DON'T WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT AGAIN.
I want to live in peace.
However, I also realize that once in a while I need such a feeling, such an experience, with someone whose eyesight is so full of love when looking into my eyes, whose touch is so loving, who can evoke that special feeling in me.
I remember Agus Noor's statement again:
"Cinta barangkali seperti merpati di topi tukang sulap ... muncul begit saja dan kita terpana melihatnya ... dan hanya termangu ketika ia mendadak lenyap entah kemana"
But I still remember the painful feeling I had to undergo when in the process to let the shadow of that Lelaki Terindah of mine go. (And I am not sure if it has already gone now from my mind now.)
I will not let myself tempted by this restlessness that unfortunately is enjoyable too.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Friday, June 2, 2006

When discussing something, I hate to have dispute with a debater who uses cruel words to force their opinion. Moreover with those who will just use their physical strength, without witty and smart reasons why debating me.
It reminds me of my own bitter experience with someone. He couldn't debate me so he used his physical strength to "control" me.
I hate it. :(

Some Quotes from Dalai Lama

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

In the practice of tolerance, one's enemy is the best teacher.

My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.

Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them.

There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness.

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalai_lama

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Thursday Evening

I have finished doing my tasks today.
I just have two classes anyway on Thursday, one class in the morning, another class in the evening. My other activities, as usual, is to give students some consultation for their graduating paper, or on other things.
I also had to attend a teachers' meeting, before the end-term promotion test in my other workplace.
And right now, I am just checking my blogs and mailboxes for a while, before going home, to where my lovely star, Angie is waiting for me.
That is really nice to have someone that can make you feel needed, wanted, missed, bla bla bla ... moreover if that someone is our own flesh and blood. :)
Ups ... I didn't mean to make those who really covet to have babies envy me. Not at all.
Well, in this life, everybody has their own problems, obstacles, happiness, sadness, success, failure, etc.
Let's just follow our life ... just like we follow the flow of water, and try to enjoy any part of it, with our weaknesses and strengths. And try our best for our own life.
Peace.

Thursday, June 1, 2006


 

I will not stop writing in my blog.
I will not stop expressing myself here.
I will not stop trying to offer new perspective in viewing things.
I will not stop struggling for betterment, especially for women.
I will not stop trying to give education to people around me, that they must read, learn, analyze, and then be critical, according to their own common sense.
I will not stop ...