Light On Your Music
“There’s always a light, and then there’s music playing. That’s what makes your day.”
Light On Your Music
“There’s always a light, and then there’s music playing. That’s what makes your day.”
Hai, bloggers (who read my blogs),
Well, I’ve come back again after taking some break from writing when I was thinking back about my priority. I was having some eh… struggle with my mind, whether it’s bad or not to do what I have to do while there are so many things to do than this important thing. What’s important for me now is to keep on writing, chasing my dream to be a famous or at least just a professional writer.
Then, I’d come to that decision. It’s okay to take sometimes for doing your hobbies. Why? Because, that’s what most effective or highly active people do to relive their stress, to do their hobby. That’s what I felt too after having that moment. I was so relieved, like releasing stress from your too-busy brain by doing something I love.
I read a part on one of Chicken Soup series, of Life Lessons, if I’m not mistaken. The advice I’ve listened to and done in practice, to take 30 minutes everyday to do your hobby. Whether it’s singing, dancing, or just reading or writing, like I do. To focus on your passion. That’s what matters.
I’m so blessed for finally realizing that. Something I thought was a waste of time — though, on the other side something I love the most, too– beside having my busy schedule done by my own self, that is actually important for me. I was on the right track, though. I was. When writing was on my top priority than any other thing, such as studying.
But, as usual, I’m not only going to talk about the relieving moment. Also my anger for the news I’ve read yesterday on newspaper. About so many things that triggered my emotion at its best, at its highest level. The rage, the emotion, the feeling… The most uncomfortable one.
Oh yeah, I wanna write this article in dual languages. Both in Bahasa and English. Yep! I’ll mix the languages in one article. So, be prepared!
Yeah, kemarin itu… Harian berita bertanggal 13 September 2013. Hari Jumat, yang kupikir hari Sabtu. Entah kenapa, sejak datangnya SMS jarkoman (jaringan komunikasi-an, yang dikirim oleh seorang penanggung jawab di setiap mata kuliah) yang berisi bahwa matkul PIO (Psikologi Industri dan Organisasi) dibatalkan lagi karena sang dosen sedang berada di Semarang (atau Surabaya, aku lupa dimana tepatnya) menemani orang tuanya yang sedang sakit, rasanya hari berlalu lebih cepat dari biasanya. Tepatnya, berlangsung sehari lebih cepat dari biasanya.
Kemarin, aku pikir aku sedang menikmat pagi yang malas di Sabtu pagi. Aku tidak sadar hari itu adalah hari Jumat sampai pukul 09.00 pagi, yang entah kenapa mengingatkanku akan shalat Jumat. Mengerikan sekali!
So was today. I thought today was Sunday, that made me realize I had to come back to that damn campus tomorrow, which I thought was Sunday. Nothing’s worse than thinking you’re going through life faster than usual, and you realized when you REALLY ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY have to come back to school and wait for another six to seven days to come. Thanks, Lord, for making my life so useful and…. faster.
Ok, cut the crap. Let’s go to the main subject of this article.
Jadi, seperti biasa yang kulakukan ketika aku membaca koran di pagi hari. Membaca laheadline news di halaman pertama lalu melanjutkan ke halaman belakang. Setelah selesai membaca semuanya, baru aku mulai membaca artikel lain secara acak (random). Mataku langsung tertuju kepada artikel tentang iklan rokok yang cetar membahana berada dimana-mana, segala macam media, berapa jarak pandang menonton televisi yang baik (maybe, ideal), dan… well, I’m tired of this shit, corruption.
Corruption, corruption, corruption everywhere! Always makes its headlines everyday! Always on the front page, if not, at least on the middle page, and it’s more than three or four articles talking about it. I’m so f***** tired of it. Like there’s nothing bigger to talk about. Syria is one of international concerns, but don’t know why, only put on the middle page, and it’s not daily news. But this corruption seems to become a popular topic. Damn!
First, let’s talk about cigarettes and its commercial made on television, and advertisement board, and flyers, and… Oh, so many media.
Sejak aku mengenal rokok dari kakekku yang perokok berat, aku menjadi familiar dengan lentingan ringan tidak berarti satu itu sampai aku menghirup sendiri aromanya yang buruk. Jauh sebelum aku terkena sinusitis dan mengenal dampak buruk merokok bagi kesehatan, setidaknya aku sudah tahu lebih dulu bahwa aroma yang dihasilkan rokok sangatlah tidak enak.
Memicu batuk, muntah, dan membuatku menghindar dari orang-orang yang merokok. Sampai aku benar-benar membenci rokok dan asap dari sumber lain, yang menyebabkanku mengidap sinusitis paranasal. Awalnya, kupikir aku hanya terkena flu biasa. Sampai lendir yang kukeluarkan terasa berlebihan dan mulai mengeluarkan darah.
Bertahun-tahun setelah diagnosis itu, paradigmaku terhadap rokok menjadi lekat sekali dengan pria. Karena, ke arah manapun kepala tunggalku ini menoleh, dan di mana ada lelaki di sana, sebagian besar dari mereka kulihat dengan jari memegang gulungan kertas berwarna putih berisikan racun, termasuk bahan-bahan dasar cat dan knalpot motor.
Dari yang wajahnya tidak begitu tampan sampai yang tertampan yang pernah kulihat, pasti memegang rokok di tangannya. Menggelikan. Fakta ini diperburuk dengan adanya anggapan rokok sebagai simbol solidaritas dan kejantanan seorang pria. Where the hell that idea comes from? I don’t know, they tell us so.
Bagiku, iklan rokok hanyalah iklan rokok yang sekadar lewat di layar televisi, berlangsung sekitar tiga puluh detik dan berganti ke iklan yang lain. Itu tidak memengaruhiku sama sekali. Namun, bagi sebagian besar pria, menurut survey yang ada di harian tersebut, iklan itu sangat memengaruhi pembentukan persepsi yang ada di otak mereka bahwa rokok mewakili seluruh gambaran tentang pria sejati.
Padahal, iklan itu hanya menggambarkan mereka sedang naik jeep di padang pasir atau mengangkut dagangan mereka di atas pundak atau melakukan wawancara kerja dengan penampilan oh-so-cool. Jika iklan-iklan rokok itu sudah memengaruhi kehidupan seorang bahkan sebagian besar pria, THAT is annoying. Apalagi… ternyata iklan-iklan itu juga…. sangat… berpengaruh pada…. anak-anak.
Ok, I must admit. Parents affect their children in most aspect, alright. The children copy what their parents are doing, showing them how-to. Both parents have the same role to teach their children about what’s not and what’s yes. Including this smoking stuff….
(To be continued….)
How can we just stay
Sit comfortably at home
In front of our TV
Too busy with our duty
That we say to serve our country
How come we can still laugh
When many people out there are starving
Waiting for food falling from sky
That they believe was sent from the hand of The Mighty God
We keep our hands clean
Without knowing that we
Are sent to help
They still have hopes for tomorrow
Though they know some are not promising now
Dead bodies, losing their families
Government selfishness, our carelessness
We say we care
But we prove we don’t
I know some of you still care
About every blood drop sheds everywhere
Children’s happiness are gone
Through the every second of terror
Bombs, tanks, aircrafts
You say you care?
I bet you don’t
Would you like to raise their hands?
Help them who are staying on the ground?
In the name of loving
In the need of caring
Those who are starving
Think about the kids
The innocent eyes
The sincere smiles
Don’t you agree with me
That they always will be
Be a part of this world of peace?
I might be the same human, like you
But, not in a same shape
Same face, same nose
Same mind and thought
I’m different, than you
My way of thinking, my desire, my dream
You don’t have it all
I might be not that different than you
A college student who wants to hang around
Home fast, no task
Just like you
But, you don’t have what I have
A very treasury thing that I think
I’m the only one who has it
Concentration, focus, full of attention
I have pride, I respect people
I’ll shut my mouth when lecturer starts
I won’t keep focusing on my talking friends
All I wanna do is to grasp
As much knowledge as I can
You don’t seem to have a cutter
Or a key
Just to make sure you won’t distract me
I don’t tell you to kill yourself
By cutting your wrist
So, when you die, I can concentrate
With what my lecturer has said
Who’s standing in front of us
Is an old man, y’all
He might seem not caring
He lets us do everything
All he knows is he’s done his job
Without you guys hearing
It seems like you don’t need it
When the time comes, you’ll become weak
You’ll whine, you’ll cry, you’ll moan
Like a wolf yelling at the moon
Which he can’t reach
But he wished he did
You wished you’d climbed far
The fact is you stand still at the ground
You’ll be sorry, you’ll be eerie
How your future will be
You keep talking shit like you will make it
You don’t even respect people
You say you need them
But you keep staring at you friend’s phone
It’s more important to you
We ain’t no kids anymore
If you wanna stand that way, do so
Like a rapper telling you to stop smoking
Or to stop hurting other people
Through sarcasm lyrics, harsh words and comments
This how I tell you to respect people
My ears can’t stand your voice
The burning sensation you make
I think some of the functions are dead
I listen, while I don’t care
I can’t resist it
Your whispers disturbing
I don’t know about you
But I have something to chase
Or some things to chase
Ever listened to Katy Perry’s Firework?
Or her newest, the Roar?
Yeah, I wanna be like that
I wanna burst on to your face like a firework
To show you that I still have lights to ignite
I wanna roar loud to your ears
To prove you that I’m not a dead silent mouse
I’m more than people have ever thought
I have another side that people might have never seen
If you see it, then you’re special to me
Like all Eminem’s songs
I don’t want you to be so judgmental
You think you’re the only ones who are hurt
Don’t you see that people behind you are…
Whispering about you
And have been hurt by you?
Did you tell me I hurt you?
I appreciate it, thank you
I meant to tell you
That those people are the victims, too
So, back off and place yourself in a same position as us
We can be together
Or not, it’s your choice
But please, don’t act you deserve everything
People don’t deserve anything
When you’re good, we’re good
But when you’re not,
“If one day I see Mr. Chris’ photos on all over city’s advertisement media, I will only laugh at it. Not because it’s funny or stupid, but it’s more because how crazy it is to believe when words become real.” -Me- ^^
Yeah, it’s been a long long time since the conversation was held, incidentally between me and Mr. Jo. Mr. Joseph, to be exact. Don’t know him? Well, he’s one of our teachers in EF, which is tall, white-skinned, blue-eyed (or maybe green, I forgot), blonde (or maybe red, or may I say ginger?). With a little mustache above his lips. And… I thought he would give such an excellent first impression to us, his new students. Since Mr. Edward was away for two weeks to London, attending his friend’s wedding party and became the best man there, being home sick of Jakarta (which I found out that wasn’t true. Bet Mr. Chris lied again to us), Mr. Jo replaced his honoured position to become our teacher, for a day.
Mr. Chris had been twice replacing him. I didn’t come on his first day teaching, that was surprising for me because I thought Ms. Emma would replace Mr. Ed. I forgot that she actually had a class to handle, filled with girls students who are adoring Mr. Edward like shit!
Enough of that. On the day Mr. Jo was scheduled to teach us, I think he wore the best clothes he picked for this special day. Wow, he looked so formal! More formal and more neat than Mr. Chris and Mr. Edward ever did. He was so cool and handsome, wait until you know what’s going on after this. The figure of the handsomeness was gone forever when we, me and Atnas, heard what he said about us.
“You don’t know about this because you don’t wanna learn. It’s because you’re too stupid.”
Yeah, he called us two, stupid. Ridiculous, huh? It’s his first time with us and he made it worse than we ever thought in the eye of Atnas, at least of Atnas. As a psychologist (soon-to-be), I have to be neutral around this kind of people. Understand his unique character, and not to judge about anything of his special trait.
It was somewhat an introduction between a new teacher and his new students for a while. He was mumbling about something we could hardly hear and then ended up with me asking him to introduce himself. “Oh, my name is Jo. My real name is Joseph. Can you spell my name correctly? Most of my students misspelled it.”
Well, for me, it’s a piece of cake. There’s a common spelling for Joseph. “I can. J-O-S-E-P-H.”
Guess what? He looked astonished! He didn’t believe that I could do it. “Wow, wonderful! Exactly. You know what? My students will spell it with F. So, it’s J-O-S-E-F. I’m surprised that you knew Greek system.” I didn’t know I was just guessing Greek.
Then, he appeared as a very intelligent and knowledgeable person. I must admit that I’m surprised of his unusual hobby, read books. Other than books for his major, Animation whatever. He reads psychology, maths, social, science, art, music, religion, politics, everything. How could I know? I asked him. After long minutes of him blabbering about his knowledge, everything he knew, I suspected something. He’s a damn reader.
“In my spare time,” he started, “I read books. Everything I like. Not just books about animation studies, all books I’m interested in.”
“How do you find your spare time when you’re so busy at college?”
“I don’t know. I just find it.”
What a good answer.
Why you say it’s unusual? Not for me. I’m also a reader, folks. But, I hardly find times to do what I like because all I have to read now is psychology books, in the name of quick graduation. Aamiin. It’s unusual for me because I’m used to ‘unique’ hobbies that my teachers have. Going out drinking wine, partying, traveling around the world, those kinds of things. Joseph? Reads books? Sounds good. Finally, I had someone to talk to.
He speaks very fast, you know. He can start from the unit we gotta learn for that day then go to another subject that isn’t related to anything in the unit. Sometimes, he slips another jokes or insults to respond something that is written on the text book. For example, in one number of exercise, there’s a question that asked, “In the thought exercise described in the last paragraph, water symbolizes….”
a. Human stupidity
b. Global warming
I’m so smart that I answered pollution. We were talking about geoengineering as a possible answer for global warming in this hot and polluted world. But, I didn’t realize when he stood beside me and started talking about the answer. “It can be human stupidity. Though I know it’s not the right answer, yes. But, it makes more sense.”
Sir, just do the exercise!
When I was about to continue, he read paragraphs on the text. He read so fast that I couldn’t catch which paragraph he was reading. My eyes scanned through the words until some seconds. I tried to make him stop, you know what? It disturbed me. I was so distracted.
I felt that we were so connected each other. Since we’re on the same line of awkwardness and weirdness, I have no problem with him. While Atnas chose to stay in silence. I tried making some ice-breaks by making her mingle with us. I joined her in some of our jokes (I can understand that some of it was too much I couldn’t stand myself at, but hey, appreciate it. At least, he wanted us to be happy, with his sarcasm jokes)
Shortly, after class, Atnas finally confessed that Mr. Jo was….”So weird! He blabbered things I don’t know. He was a show-off by delivering us all he knew.” Don’t forget about the quiz, dear. The themes were art, music, religion, science, social, politics…
I’m not surprised of her confession. Once again, I positioned myself as a (soon-to-be) psychologist. One crazy thing I’d found on him was his wide laughter, after he offended us with his sarcasms, then he laughed for himself. I told Atnas that, his laughter was surprising. We swore at each other that he’s the weirdest living thing we’d ever met!
But, then, an idea came cross through my mind. If he was so smart, then I could ask him about everything. EVERYTHING. Maybe he knew things I’d been wondering about. Maybe, his knowledge could help me!
Well, he didn’t teach us at Thursday. It was Mr. Chris. Some yeay, but some noo echoed in my brain. I was hoping that Mr. Jo could teach us again this day, which was extremely refused by Atnas, and some girls after knowing our “whaaaat” experience with Mr. Jo.
Days after the whaaaat moment, I met Mr. Jo on the hallway, on his own way to his class, said “hi!” and everything. Until, one day, when we’re met by God in front of my class, waiting for it to be empty so I could sit down then run through the hall to the mosque before start the lesson. He was out from his class, while I was still standing in front of my class, seeing through inside that it was sat by children. Children!!!??
“Hi, Mr. Jo!” I greeted, just like the one you’ll do if you wanna get recognized. He smiled at me and he stopped. “Hey, you’ll be taught by Mr. Chris, ya?”
“Ya, it’s been twice,” I answered.
“How is it to be taught by him? Was he a fun teacher?” Oh, man! He’s amazing, so adorable, so funny, so laid-back. unlike you. Except the part when you cursed too much at us while Mr. Ed and Mr. Chris won’t allow us to, even they have a swear box to charge us Rp500,00 for each cursing. Of course, I didn’t say that.
I was gasped for a while as he asked me that. I’ve never been so honest to almost everybody about Mr. Chris. The way he teaches us, his personality, his clothes, his cut-off dreadlocks. I would say, “Oh, he’s really fun, really funny. I’ve never met teacher like that in my life.” And that’s true.
I’ve never met teachers like Mr. Chris, Mr. Ed, and Mr. Jo. I’ve met many teachers like Mr. Aaran and Mr. Euan, which are so boring. “Well,” I answered after swallowed a little, “I like him. Every teacher has its own way of teaching, they’re unique. So is Mr. Chris, he’s very unique.” What bullshit was I telling him? Just say he’s unique, enough. Why was I chattering like a pro? It wasn’t a seminar, after all.
He just smiled, again. Theeeen, I offered this question to him. Though, I guessed I already knew the answer, “Why aren’t you teaching us again, Sir? Is it because we’re too stupid for you?”
Yeah, he laughed at first. He continued. “Yeah, I can’t stand teaching at your class. Maybe it’s because of my level of intelligence was too high for you guys or your standards were too low for me that you’re too stupid for me I’m afraid you couldn’t catch my lesson.”
I set up a disappointing expression, just for fooling around him. I’m sure whoever sees me like this will crack up, and yeah, he cracked up. “Sorry, I was just kidding.” I know, me too. “It was fun teaching at your class,” every teacher who has experienced teaching there said so, so I must admit that we’re that damn cool! “But, I guess I gotta give another teacher a chance to teach here, so I gave this opportunity to Mr. Chris.”
Bullshit! He’s been so busy teaching in business class, Sir. He was also a model for EF next flyers and posters, he said so. I hope this one is true. Once again, definitely, I didn’t say these things. And one more, Sir, he’s the cause of the craziness in our class. So, he’s our daddy!
“Beside, I’ll end my contract at September 25th. So, I have to go back to London.”
“Then, I’ll teach again in another Asia countries. Maybe, Korea or Japan.”
Oh. Well, we’re gonna miss you.
Moral of this story is that, no matter how much you hate weirdos, they always have special something about you, which someday you will keep inside your heart. Those positive responds I’ve accepted about our class, that we’re so well-said (but Mr. Jo said that our class was the most distracting in the whole school ;( ) fill me with joys and blessings. Once again, we’re united for a purpose. And here we are, we’re known as we are. Nobody denies it, I’m so happy. I hope that there’s never a negative thought about us.
If there is, I will be the one who apologizes first.
Also, no matter how crispy someone’s jokes are, appreciate it. At least, they’re trying to make us happy. Laugh at it, so we give them the happiness they expected from us.
At the end of the course, with Mr. Jo, the quiz I mentioned in many paragraphs before, was given according to our ages. “How old are you?” he asked Atnas. “Fifteen,” she said.
When it’s my turn, he asked mine. “Nineteen.”
“Then, I can give you much difficult questions!”
“I regret it! I should’ve said thirteen!”
Before we went home, he really wanted us to ask about his age. So, he asked. “You think, how old am I?”
“But, you’re almost right. I’m twenty-three.”
See, I’m so smart!
Hi, guys! It’s been a long time break for blogging. I’ve started studying at campus again after a fun-but-unfortunately-short almost 3 months holiday. I’ve spent the last 14 days of it to go to Yogyakarta, my favorite city so far in my life. I don’t know if I’ve seen Bali, Yogyakarta will be replaced or not. Anyway, I’d been sightseeing through the city : visited the Keraton Yogyakarta (a place where the kingdom used to be built), studied at Taman Pintar (which I enjoyed so much because I missed the planetarium in Taman Ismail Marzuki, and where I see with my own eyes how knowledge can satisfy your thirst of unanswered questions, especially in astronomical stuff and that’s enough).
Ok, that’s just a little bit of my vacation. I’d really love to share photos of my vacation going to Ajibarang and Batu Raden –a mountain area holiday destination with a spectacular view of the mountain covered with fogs and surrounded by tall trees, a fresh healing from the sickening city Jakarta, which I’ve seen too much for the late four years– which are not in Yogyakarta, but near Kroya, a city where my cousins live. We visited them, too.
Here, now, yeah now, I’m not gonna talk about the wonderful holiday when I don’t need to spend too much money for motels or hotels, we stayed in a family’s house for 3 days.
I’m going to talk about my disappointment towards the Gramedia Matraman books big sale. No big deal that we all need discounts almost for everything, in the name of saving. But, we just need the prices go lower, not the place where we’re gonna go through all the stand to find some cheap books, or not even the service. The place looked so cheesy.
So sorry to say, but I think the service given in that discount-area wasn’t so pleasant. First, the place where they put books, near the parking lot. I don’t mind it, but the placings of the books are so inappropriate, for me, since I really respect books written by those full-of-ideas and brilliant writers but no one would buy it in high price so they had to lower it.
Selling discounted books doesn’t mean you have to put all the cheap-priced stuff in unorganized shelf. I’d witnessed myself that the books were placed not based of the genre. I don’t even know what to look for, I couldn’t figure out whether one shelf contain text books for college or for elementary student. Some religion books were lied with mom and children guidance books. If you don’t believe what I say, you may check this out :
The only thing that I could say quite well-organized was comic books shelves, they weren’t so organized, either. See?
It’s been the second time I’ve been disappointed like this. The first time was last year, I went to the same place, same parking lot, same messiness, same unorganized stuff, same unwrapped books everywhere (oh, well, this is bad), and I think I gotta do something about it. Like telling the cashier or people who work there to arrange books to place they belong to, so that the customers will find books they want easily. But, she didn’t even listen to me. She just nodded, no smile, hands are busy, I’m left.
So when the temperature finally got high, I use the chance to tell all of you guys to be critical. Cheap books don’t make cheap place. The books deserve the better place, at least if they still want to open it in a tent, arrange the books alphabetically, based on the genres, and serve the customers with smiles and enough modesty to give them good impressions. While they don’t do that, we don’t even respect them.
And don’t be afraid to be firm on the customers, who unwrap books and read it freely! Standing! And not buying anything. I might want you to kick them ass out of your store, because they’ve been so jerky. You have rights to do that. I also realized that the messiness I saw in the store was caused by the customers. Tell them that they’re not allowed to put books in inappropriate place, If it’s needed, tell them to put away books they read to where it belonged. Not on floors, outside shelves, anywhere you don’t want the books to find but on its place.
So, guys, whenever you’re in a place you really like and respect, pay attention even to the smallest and invisible things, like the missing smile of cashiers, messy place, disorganized books or whatever it is, and tell them what makes you comfortable in that place.
Not to mention that customers are king, but they’re sometimes right, if not rude. Workers serve you, don’t forget to respect them who help you, too. Tell them what you want in polite manners so they will keep you in their sights. Different from the cashier I met, maybe she was just tired of complains or something. Make sure you use proper tone to make them listen to you.
Well, that’s all I can write for now. As a college student, I need books that the prices fit my budget, no lying. I think everything deserves the same treat, no matter how cheap it is or maybe how useless it is to you. Maybe other people need it so you have to give full service and help them find what they want.
Whenever you start to run a business, here’s my only advice : make your business place as good as beautiful as you and your customers want to see and feel, keep the high quality sanitary in your place so they will keep coming back and even trust you. And don’t ever fool your customers! Really, ever!