Monday, October 24, 2011

Thank goodness...

There is happiness. There is sadness. Prayers. Reliefs. Hugs. We have fought together and now we (mostly) have survived. It's far from perfect and yes, disappointments abound.. as well as strips of worries. But we'll manage it, together. 


Encouragements, smiles and pats. More than the results, I'm happy that I live here, with these people.. and I would be seeing (most of) these comrades around next year too. For that I am thankful. Honestly.

Friday, October 21, 2011

On dreaming (part II)

"If I were told to stop dreaming, I'd rather die."

Even though it's just hypothetical speech, I feel.. I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Reality is not that bad, yes. But there is this... feeling.. that something is incomplete. I wonder what it is. It just exists. It makes me bored of all this mundane tasks. Life is less amusing when you got all of it down in checklists and written schedules.

I like dreaming, be it daydreaming, imagining things or night time dreaming, which are more unpredictable, usually. I like dreaming about things that are not real. I avoid 'what if's just as much as I avoid looking back at choices that I sometimes regret. Things like that would only throw me into depressions. Lately, I have been getting enough of those that I don't bother asking for more.

I enjoy the worlds in my dreams. The worlds that both me and my subconscious mind build together. They are certainly not paradises, but it's just nice to recall them. Nicer than watching movies, which just does not... resonate... with me, most of the time. I go into journeys. Exploration of possibilities. Of ideas. Of theories. Of simulations. Of mazes of relationships.

Sometimes my trips are so enjoyable that I don't want to forget them. Just like a tourist taking pictures of the places they visit and musicians describing waves of feelings with melodies, I penned/typed them down, first in my mind, and sometimes in my laptop. Within those words, I exist. Those are the evidence of my life, of my thoughts, of my feelings, hopes, despairs and time. There are people that I have seen, physically and mentally. It is not even rare to find pieces of myself at a point of time inside them. Those are practically my mind scape.

And the euphoria. Goodness. It is just ecstatic to look back through those things. I am not only seeing the black words on white screen. There are moving pictures as vivid as a HD movie. There are feelings that I remember myself be overwhelmed with at some points of time. There are thoughts that keeping me sane during waking hours.

Everything else doesn't really matter. This is my life. It never make much sense anyway.

:)

Friday, October 14, 2011

JOY JOY JOY JOY...

JOOYY JOOYYY JOYYYYY!!!!!!!

*histeric*

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

What's this

I'm lost again. Talk about resilience, maybe it's time for me to develop some. :/

Nevertheless, this is making less and less sense. Running for something you desire is easier than looking for something to be desired. Even so, I really wonder why some people would not even try.. Then again maybe it is not so different from me. The lump of worries is coming back at such an ungracious moment. Goodness.

On a slightly more realistic note, I found my hand is getting a bruise after a few light pounding. ..time to resume some physical trainings I guess.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Mimpi Rumah Ketujuh

In general, I don't have any particular hatred towards girls. Really, I don't, and not only because I am a girl myself.

But being a human (with this fast-shifting teenage-aged mood even), yes, I got my pet peeves, and several of them do related to what I call typical girls' behaviours.

Girls. I always relates most of them to cats. Most of them talk in this meow-y tone, screechy and squeal-y most of the time, but they can also be dead-flat or even mumbling when they got nothing to ask about. Their movements can be overly.. jumpy at times and menacing in other occasions, depending solely on their personal feelings and needs. That is saying something, obviously, even more coherently than whatever sugary stuffs they are saying physically. Of course, that's quite natural in humans. But at some points where patience capabilities are not optimal, well, I'd say those are quite some mood dumper indeed.

For a disclaimer, I'm not a full throttled cat-haters. As a matter of fact, they are cute in general. It's just that I prefer something else than that regarding stereotypical attitudes. :)


(Random plants in front of random house, taken on Linden Drive, Singapore)

Girls and their competitive nature. This picture above was taken to illustrate my assertion on this. In my opinion, most girls are like those bunches of flowers. They strives to be 'different', to be perceived as unique, special, 'cool outcast', 'tragic heroine', pretty, admirable, a Cinderella. For that purpose, they would go a long, long way to establish their images in front of the society. They would smile as wide as they can, pose as 'cute' as they can be, in front of cameras, regardless of how they bring themselves up in their everyday's lives. They would display beautiful and romantic quotes on their public spaces, their dream boys/figures/things/fairy tales, regardless of how often they bring those up in real conversations, regardless of what they say about themselves in front of others.

To link these up with my previous post, I would say that maybe, it is the society and modern cultures that shapes these kind of contrasting personalities out of some altered form of siege mentality. Nah, I don't have much against them in general, partly because I am also, in fact, a girl. Maybe at some points I had also conducted myself similar to those attitudes that I am cynical about.

As an end notes, if you're an Indonesian stumbled upon this post, maybe you would care to look up for the song whose title I adopted as this post title. It's an old song by Indra Lesmana, and its lyric is quite a thing I can relate to regarding this issue.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

On growing up

"A woman never run away,

A woman never hide away,

in order to survive."


Those lines were taken from a J-Pop song, Real Me. It was one of the first Japanese songs that I've ever heard, the first ones that left the pre-teen me wondering and pondering.


What does it mean to become a female? Surely it's beyond having different physical structures and abilities than males. If you're a girl in this male-dominated society, you have to gain awareness of certain things; different kind of treatments that people would give you, your biological baggages and your vulnerabilities - both physical and emotional.


Gender discrimination still exist in this society; that is a given fact. Yes, compared to the previous era, our species has relatively become more female-friendly. But to say that sexism has become extinct is a blatant lie. This topic has been discussed a lot in media and GP lessons. I think I don't have to elaborate further.


And then there are the inherent vulnerabilities that females have to bear like some destinies. We are relatively physically weaker than males, yet young females have this responsibility to protect ourselves and our virginity. Despite the increasing liberalism trend that reduce the emphasis on it, it is still something important to be defended for those who still retains their traditional values and virtues. This is more evidently relevant to those living in more conformed societies, Asian societies for example.


In my opinion, to be a woman would be to be prepared for such disadvantaging things in our life to come. I don't think all feminists are fighting for a sole selfish reason to justify wrong behaviours. Some of them, along with other 'non-feminist' females, are simply trying to survive this world.


"A woman never show her fears,

A woman never show her tears,

in order to survive."


Females are generally more sensitive to emotions. Scientific evidences aside, I guess even I can relate myself with this. At times it does bug me to see hyper-sensitive girls - those who shout hysterically at slightest movements in the dark, or those who become upset easily. But then, who am I to truly judge people one-sidedly? I am also a girl who, at times, could also suffer from a random fit of emotions and reactions, or instinctive demands for attentions.


And of course, this world isn't made from sugar houses and pixie dusts. To be a woman for me is to be strong and dependable. It's a fight, a struggle not to yield to myself.


"A woman could be dangerous,

A woman could be generous,

in order to survive."


Being a female is quite hard, really. All these constant struggles can also be related to almost every other females, I think. Modern women are guerilla fighters to some extent; we are constantly battling those internal "enemies", while at the same dealing with the ever present external pressures. I am of an opinion that this has resulted in the implantation of some form of siege mentality and in today's women's minds as the base of their competitive nature. To some extent, this makes me somewhat wary of females.. but not to the extreme of course. I understand that those attitudes females have come to adopt are somewhat a necessity at times. Well, I'm a female too, anyway.


"A woman could be having fun,

A woman could be like a nun,

in order to survive."


Flexibility. I think this is one of those life skills that can be quite handy. Call it a self-justification of my indecisive tendencies, but I believe that it is beneficial to be true to yourself. I am an individual of wide preferences, I think. I'm fine with a lot of things, from being practical to dress up 'as a girl', from adopting polite manner of speech to uttering some curses jokingly. To some extent, I think it would better equip me in this struggle also. Not only to better adapt to wider range of personalities, mind you, but also to give some choices for myself especially when I need some time out.

..in order to survive.


Monday, August 29, 2011

On dreaming

So I found this soundtrack from my favorite movie back then in middle school. Oh the memories. School work had never been my focus even then. Beside the demand for normalcy and friends, it was part of what made me willing to go to school: my first and most loved band, TOP DBC.

For the very first time of my life, I learnt a lot of priceless things among them were discipline, commitments, comradeship and how to enjoy music. No, I'm not a music prodigy, and no, it's not about throwing expectations of geniuses for everyone. It was simply about simple activities in practicing tunes and moves we like, doing routines to force-knock some basic sense of rhythm and marching techniques, getting together to come up with a mutual interpretation of the melodies, being high on stage and doing push-ups to kick any lingering post-performance regrets afterwards. At that time, I was kinda determined to dedicate myself to that extra-curriculum club for the rest of my schooling days and to try bringing that corp a few step closer to the nationals.

Skip a few years, now I realise how easy it is for humans to lose sight of a dream.