We Already Have Everything

I read an article somewhere sometime, said that we already have everything, when we were a kid.

We had eagerness — It is still clear in my mind when my mom repeated story about how i tried hard to pronounce the word “R” before i started my Elementary School. We had curiosity — i believe we all asked multitudinous questions to everyone we met when we were young. We forgave people’s mistakes easily, saw everybody as nice persons, dared to face risks, creatively found ways to fulfill what we want (Hahaha, i remembered how my lil’ brothers took a broom to reach our tv’s channel button, tried to change the channel into his favorite one. And of course, made my mom yelled). You can name all the good characters in the world, we already have them when we were a kid.

We just have to remember.

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I said those words at the sharing session to the young entrepreneurs in Bandung this afternoon. And at the same time to myself.

It’s been 25 years!

Be a Brahmins!

Caste (noun)
1. Sociology .
a. an endogamous and hereditary social group limited to persons of the same rank, occupation, economic position, etc., and having mores distinguishing it from other such groups.
b. any rigid system of social distinctions.
2. Hinduism . any of the social divisions into which Hindu society is traditionally divided, each caste having its own privileges and limitations, transferred by inheritance from one generation to the next; jati.
3. any class or group of society sharing common cultural features: low caste; high caste.

One day, i noticed @sudjiwotedjo, tweeted about Caste. Caste of people. I didn’t remember exactly the tweet, but roughly it said like this: “It is so wrong to chose people with Shudras behaviors to lead us in DPR. Shudras can only think about their own needs.” And then about two days ago, my friend Dend and i talked about this tweet. In the sleeplessness and night-time wandering Bali around, we discussed about the Caste. Dend told me, in Balinese caste system, we can not choose in what caste we belong to. Caste is inherited from our ancestors, our parents. But in terms of reincarnation, it is also said that a Brahmin can be born in the house of a Shudra and vice-versa.

Shudras usually only can think how to provide themselves with basic needs. Vaishyas, most of them are traders, they can think about their small group. Kshatriyas – the warrior caste, it also included some nobility and kings. Kshatriyas think (and would sacrifice) for people (usually in a huge number). And the highest caste is Brahmins – holy men and priests, a true leader.

The discussion itself remained fun. I have no problem about what caste i’m belong to. I really don’t care. I believe we all can have behaviors like Kshatriyas or even Brahmins, if we really want to. I don’t think it is hard to do good things for others, to care people (especially the ones we love), and be a good leader (at least for ourselves, aye?). Everybody could learn and do those behaviors. Everybody.

Anyway, Budh and I were cooking today! We’ve got Echa, Ade, Adi, and Hafiz also to help us. Hehe, after Bali madness, i’m soooo fallin in love with sambal matah. Thanks to Dend‘s mom, she got me a bottle of Minyak Kelapa for the ingredient. Yeay!

Kudos Budh for the photos!

Sweet 2011

Three words that would perfectly describe my 2011 are: Fun… and Fun, and.. Fun.

Life’s indeed a learning process, a fun playground to play at. Sweet and good things happened in my days in 2011. I say, God has been very very nice to me. He gave me candy, leads to another sweet candies.

My passion in marketing and public relation are much fulfilled because i played at Sangkuriang. They are damn smart and awesome! I learn a lot of things. Sangkuriang reminds me that we actually can do ANYTHING we want, IF we try hard to achieve it. I’ve seen it with my bare eyes, these guy can built a software from a scratch. Even they’ve never built one (or never even heard before), they simply just learned, then proved (again and again)  that they can accomplish the software. Satisfyingly.

And yes, they really can built those in one night just like that legend.

Budh and I were getting married, also this year. It was on February 27th, precisely only a month away from my 24th birthday. What we learned from the married? A great relationship, in work or love, is all about adaptability as you both change and grow together. Because a great relationship is not something you find, it’s something you (both) make

We’ve got sooooo many blessings and prayers, written on our pre-wed photo cards. Thanks for all friends and families. And thank you Ditto, for a very sweet video.

This year i also find a new friends-become-families (Budh and i believe that Friends are families we can choose, so yeah technically we called them friemilies. Hehe)

Friemilies from Akademi Berbagi were coloring my 2011. It’s a social media movement that decided to spread the activity to all cities in Indonesia. Budh and I agreed to run Akademi Berbagi in Bandung. And turned out, these classes we held run awesomely, and at  the same time gave us energy to run another again and again. I knew so many great people through the classes, both the teachers and the participants. What i learned here: through sharing, we feel happy. It reminds me to give more and more, in order to feel the happiness more and more.

Another friemilies i’ve got this year:

Friends are God’s way of taking care of us. These guys taught me everything i should learn. Amel really knows how to care people, Adhi is very good in helping others by simplified things, and Dewa (and Rani, the preggy-sweet-lady in the left, his wife) that can mingle with almost everybody in this world.

These Friemilies i also got in 2011. They are all super creative people. I learned a lot, mostly about the knowledge to manage creativity and using technology to boost your life. Lazy is their habit. They are people behind and part of Maicih, Invictus, @infobandung, Marketbiz Media, National Bootcamp, Ngaritwit, GigsPlay, Stand Up Comedy, and many other good things happen in Bandung City.

I always know that God has a very big plan to me. And all the sweet candies i’ve got in 2011 above are just provisions He gave.

See you, 2012! I’ll start you with a very sweet voyage

Have a blast year, my friends.

Hope your 2011 was sweeter than mine and even sweeter in 2012!

A Blanket-talk

In 24 hours of my day, my favorite time is the one that Budh and I spend before we sleep. I called it the Blanket-talk (we have a super duper comfy yellow blanket that just, rrrrealy comforting). Mostly we talked about the day. Easy peasy questions like, how was your day, what’s so great, what’s bad etc. Those talk could lead us into new friends gossip, laughs, or a deep thinking. This is a story Budh told me in one of our Blanket-talk.

One day, an old man is sitting nicely in a waiting room of hospital. He holds his bandaged hand while his eyes keep checking the time again and again. Anxious.

He gets up and asks the nurse: “Halo, can you estimate how long will i wait for my turn?”.

The nurse peeks through, check the list, and back to the old man “I guess your turn would come,.. maybe in an hour, Sir.”

The old man is sighing. Nurse see the face, and then ask the old man again, “Are you in a hurry, Sir?”

“Yes, yes i am. I have an important appointment on 1 o’clock. Could you help me? Because, to what i know, today’s appointment is just about unbandaged and checking my wound. I already feel good. And maybe having you is enough to do those things.”

The nurse nodded, “Let me ask the doctor first, maybe he has another thing for your wound” The Nurse smile and left the old man.

Several minutes later, she shows up with tool boxes. The old man smiles.

“The doctor said it is okay for me to help you. Let me have your arm.” the nurse said.

The old man obey her but his eyes couldn’t bear looking into his watch.

“So, what’s so important in 1 o’clock, Sir.” The nurse asks, politely.

The old man smiles, “I have to see my wife, we’ll have lunch together.”

“How sweet. Where will you have the lunch?”

“At the Nursing Home near here.”

“Your wife lives in Nursing Home? Why?” The Nurse looked a little shocked.

“My wife has senile dementia. She couldn’t remember almost everything. So my sons and i decided to put her there.” The old man explains calmly.

“But she still remembers you?”

“Neah, she can’t remember me. Hehehe.” He giggles.

“Oh.. i’m sorry. So how often you have a lunch with her, Sir?”

“Every day. Every day at one o clock, we have lunch together. In these last five years, she recognized me as a new people every day we met, and i have to introduce myself again every day.”

“I salute you. How can you have that persistence, She couldn’t even remember you anymore.. “

“She may not remember me. But i still.” He takes a long breath, “And i still love her. She’s still my wife… I don’t need to be loved back. I just simply love my wife”

Yap! That’s all the story

Tell me what do you think, and anyway

gotta go lunch with Budh!

Ciao!