tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102381952128230632024-03-13T08:19:13.546-07:00Princess RonaBeing twenty something is not easyRona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-8302655227323116562011-10-09T02:34:00.000-07:002011-10-09T04:05:52.398-07:00Yes I'm writting againI start writing this blog when I was 23, and yes just like you do, I also grow up :) It's been three years and three hundred years wiser at the moment. Sounds little bit hyperbolic doesn't it? but well, somewhere someday back in our past, there must be a little something makes us wiser.<br /><br />My first writing "Get A Toy" in 2008 (if you guys already read it) talks about "mr.right now" which is in fact hundred men called "mr.right now" been coming those past years. The year of complain if I might say. Then we fly to my writing in 2009 titled "Saturday Night With Jakarta" talks about surviving without a date on Saturday. My 2010's writings for some reason, i did not post them here. But after taking look at them, I probably wanna share you some of them. You might want to catch up what's up with me :p For those who don't, then probably you might be inspired with some of them. Not all of them are inspiring if I must say.<br /><br />Just take a look at them and let me know what you think :)Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-12374034412536429252011-10-09T01:58:00.000-07:002011-10-09T02:01:27.084-07:00Repost : Funny Side (of you and me)*<span style="font-style: italic;">well, this one is pretty "galau" :p</span> i wrote it on Friday, May 14 2010. *<br /><br />it is so funny how God made two people met<br />it is so funny how He put you in my story book,<br />but you never become a guy who takes the princess to a romantic date.<br /><br />it is so funny how we cried in the middle of the night talking to each other on the phone,<br />but the communication was never clear and i hardly understood :p<br /><br />it is so funny how I used to get hurt without you knowing it<br />it is so funny seeing you in every chapter but somebody else is always be the frog that I kissed<br />it is so funny how i loved you and hated you and loved you and hated you and love you all over again<br />it is so funny how i finally keep telling myself: it is better than nothing :)<br /><br />it is so funny how you stay while people come and go.<br />it is so funny seeing that we never be together but we always are<br />it is so funny that it's always been you after all<br />and yet so sweet that i still believe in you.<br /><span class=""><img class="photo_img img" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/32564_395655053897_704623897_3921083_6464888_n.jpg" alt="" /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="caption">take care of you</span></span></span>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-66988425379396603252011-10-09T01:49:00.000-07:002011-10-09T01:55:12.588-07:00Repost : Brand and ingredients*This one is written Tuesday, March 16 2010*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Brand and ingredients are two things people concern while buying things. And it seems become two things women concern while finding the ONE.<br /><br />Brand is a label to name a product, according to oxford dictionary brand is a type of product made by a particular company. Brand in women’s world is a type of a man made by particular tribes, particular culture, particular religion, and particular family. They usually have a particular last name, come from a particular group that your parents join in, and will be a particular perfect image that your mom would love to have as a son in law.<br /><br />Meanwhile an ingredient is one of the parts that makes something. It is like pancake, the ingredients decide what kind of pancake you make, whether it is too salty, too sweet, or too crispy. Everybody wishes to have a perfect pancake by having flour, sugar, and eggs in right composition. In women’s world, a good ingredient of a man will make a good boyfriend.<br /><br />Some people took years to realize that what’s under the brand is not as good as it is expected. Some women took six years or more to find out that she’s allergic to her boyfriend’s ingredients. And the interesting one is in the other side. When you find a man so attractive, when you value every second you spend with him, you feel complete every time you are together, and when you find a friend to be with in him. Unfortunately he just doesn’t have the brand.<br /><br />Ms. I can not tell you has a problem in ingredients while Ms. You know who has a problem with the brand.<br /><br /><br />I fall in and out of love for this brand and ingredient issues, and so do my friends. Have you?<br /><span class="photo_left"><img class="photo_img img" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/23782_374043883897_704623897_3540764_1633347_a.jpg" alt="" /></span></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-40214175037856955712011-10-09T01:44:00.000-07:002011-10-09T01:48:38.764-07:00Repost : Little old secret<div style="text-align: justify;">*this one is written on Monday, July 20 2009*<br /><br />Little old secrets. Sadar gak sadar, gue punya sembilan diary yang ditulis rutin (hampir) setiap hari, sejak kelas enam sd. Dan membaca ulang semuanya, adalah kegiatan yang bisa membuat sakit perut karena gak habis-habisnya ketawa.<br /><br />Kenapa ketawa? karena lucu (ya iyalah!). Hal yang dulu jadi keinginan terbesar gue waktu sd, adalah hal terakhir yang ingin gue lakukan saat ini. Cowo yang di lembar diary smp gue puja-puja, adalah temen ngobrol gue sekarang, dan dia udah nikah. Sahabat smp yang dulu selalu bersama-sama gue, adalah manusia yang paling gak mau ketemu gue sekarang. (kenapa? gue juga ga tau, dia ga pernah kasihtau alasannya).Surat2 buat pacar selama SMA (yang somehow menumpuk di diary, dan ga pernah dikasih sampai hubungan berakhir), cerita-cerita awal kuliah, kutukan-kutukan terhadap kawan, lawan, sampai gebetan, yang ternyata sekarang..semuanya adalah sobat-sobat dikala duka. Gue ga cuma nulis kejaidan sehari-hari di diary, tapi sejak sd, gue suka banget nulis quotation dari buku, film, atau lagu, sampe buat puisi yang bisa jadi loe semua muntah bacanya.<br /><br />Intinya bukan itu, gue cuma mau memperlihatkan beberapa hal yang mungkin bisa buat loe semua ketawa, nangis, sampai mengutuk-ngutuk gue. hehehe. enjoy..<br /><small>*beberapa nama disamarkan untuk kebaikan bersama</small><br /><br />"<big>Ini Diarynya Rona. Siapa yang buka akan dihukum mati.</big>" 30 Desember 1996.<br /><br />"Tadi gue nonton Now and Then. Ih gila, filmnya keren banget. Ada adegan Christina Ricci dicium sama Devon Sawa. Gue jadi iri" 3-7-1997. (Mau muntah? silakann)<br /><br />"I hope in this saturday, I will can go to Sally's house for cheers practise. This afternoon, I felt Rangga is so cute, he makes me laugh." 7th of May '98. (terganggu dengan kesalahan grammar? harap maklum..namanya juga baru belajar tulis diary pake bahasa inggris:p)<br /><br />"...Don't ever be afraid to try to make things better<br /> You might be surprised at the results<br />Don't ever take the weight of the world on your shoulder<br />Don't ever feel threatened by the future<br /> Take life one day at the time<br />Don't ever feel guilty about the past<br /> what has done is done. Learn from any mistake you might have made<br />........." Dec / 03 / 01 (Pak. Sonny's poem in English Lesson)<br /><br />"Let me be the one you call, If you jump I'll break your fall<br />Lift you up and fly away with you into the night<br />If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart<br />If you need to crash then crash and burn You're not alone"<br />Sept / 19/ 2002 (crash and burn song. from a best friend on my hardest days, when i had to retake all those classes in the 2nd grade :p)<br /><br />" Dear .... *nama ex boyfriend,<br />.................................................................................................<br /><br />And I learned how to deal with things and act like umm..adults maybe. I've learned sooo..much.<br />Just look at the results, I've never imagine we're end up like that, but I also never imagined that I have learned so much from our relationship. You get my point here? Loving you is not a Big mistake! no, not even a mistake. " 10 Janvier 2005. (Janvier is January in French)<br /><br />"................ Apakah benar dia pangeran tampan si penunggang kuda putih, bermahkota berlian dan berpedang panjang? yang tidak akan pernah melihat si Cinderella yang berpakaian compang-camping? ataukah dia si pangeran yang hanya ingin berdansa selama-lamanya dengan sang putri Cinderella yang akan selalu menjadi jelek tiap pukul 12 malam. Atau diakah si pangeran yang <u>menginginkan</u> Cinderella sang pemilik sepatu kaca?! tanpa mempedulikan apakah pada saat tengah malam cinderella berubah menjadi gadis desa atau tidak. I just wanna be loved,,dan apakah....." June / 29/ 2005<br /><br />"I text N*** today.....<br />hmm, kinda miss our times together. katanya x'ta :ron, lo lupa ya, kalo cinta butuh perjuangan? udah lama ga pacaran sih! so, berjuang this time! and I was like : oh..iya ya..sangkin lamanya ta. kayaknya butuh re-excercise. " January, 15 2008.<br /><br />Intinya, been there done that. Gue pilihkan beberapa kutipan yang menurut gue extravaganza noraknya, dan ada juga yang luar biasa hebatnya. Kenapa hebat? karena beberapa tulisan di diary gue sendiri bisa buat gue termotovasi kembali. Rasanya amazing menyadari betapa gue bisa berpikir positive di masa-masa lalu itu, compare with me nowadays, yang setiap hari mengeluhkan hal-hal yang sepele. Jalanan macet lah, badan kegendutan lah, gak punya pacar lah. Pokoknya rasanya gue yang paling menderita di dunia ini, tanpa menyadari bahwa HE, up there, has given every day as a bless for me. And as I reread my old diaries, I found my life is fashionably so colorful, and I can not lie for not saying that God takes good care of me every day. <big style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, every day</big>.<br /><br /><span class="photo_left"><img class="photo_img img" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/6760_103605888897_704623897_2078804_7322617_a.jpg" alt="" /><span class="caption">diaries</span></span></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-3091050677144988542011-10-09T01:33:00.000-07:002011-10-09T04:07:09.421-07:00Repost : Life is a bouquet of flower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfQjkQCttLg/TpFedScpkzI/AAAAAAAAABs/E6NV6OXQ5DU/s1600/flower.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfQjkQCttLg/TpFedScpkzI/AAAAAAAAABs/E6NV6OXQ5DU/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661410063842644786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This one written on Monday. June 15 2009<br /><br />Life is like a bouquet of flowers,<br />You pick the colors and combine it with leaves.<br />Somehow, you have to pick your favorite color, your favorite flower, so you’ll be glad when you look at it.<br />But some people chose another color to make their loved one happy.<br />Some people finally chose common color to match it with others', after had thousands unique colors they discovered.<br />Some people take every flower in the garden, while some keep searching the kind of flower with the right color for their bouquet.<br />Some people confuse picking the colors, without realized they’ve skipped the best one in the valley behind the dark mountain.<br />Some people try to take it all back while the color start to fade and the flower drops its petal.<br />Whatever the reason, people just want a bouquet of beautiful flower they could be proud of,<br />While somehow some people even give up to arrange it.<br /></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-4905706353736539002009-05-13T23:04:00.000-07:002009-06-14T20:47:15.649-07:00ANGEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/Sgu3PjdlCYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uleWsyVvdYM/s1600-h/man+and+plane.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/Sgu3PjdlCYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uleWsyVvdYM/s320/man+and+plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335559661395708290" border="0" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">God not only put humans in this world, he also put angels among humans for them to learn. He put His angels here to help us, to make us feel His hands, to tell us not to give up. Further more, God sent His angels here to love us. But sometimes we humans are failed to see, to feel, until God called his angels back, and we are alone now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The Angel that God has put, doesn’t have wings but can fly, doesn’t glow but has shiny eyes, doesn’t even have angelic face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">He didn’t come with a white dress, but with the orange suit. He didn’t come with a soft image, but with the bold one. He didn’t come with a pair of wings to fly, but with CPL. He didn’t come with flawless body, but with the strong one you’ve ever seen. He didn’t come with a white hello, but with the most ingenious brain you’ll have ever known.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">He didn’t fall from the sky, but be born from a lucky woman’s womb. He didn’t talk much, but his smile defines God’s creation. His words are not knives, but cottons that can cover your wounds. His sentences are not his gun to hurt others, but a poem that motivates you. His jokes might not be so funny, but makes you forget your sadness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">He talked to everybody as if everyone was his brother. He greeted old people as if they’re all his parents. He teased little children as if they were friends. He smiled to all humans as if we humans were kind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">We judge each other in this world, but he didn’t. He replied all bad words with smile, He paid back all good deeds with the better ones. He responded mistakes with prayers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Once you noticed him you talked to him, forever you’ll keep him in your mind. Once you know him, forever you’ll realize such a generous heart he has. Once you smiled to him, then you’re gonna see a beautiful smile you’ll never forget. Once you stare at him, you are gonna wonder how God’s made those shiny eyes. Once you mess up with him, forever you are going to understand that fight is not always the answer. Once you’re in trouble, gladly he helped you with his hands. Once you forgot to say thank you, he would never mind as he never asked any return.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> Once he flown away, suddenly you will understand that you just have known an angel.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">“Dear God, thank you for giving a chance to know an angel. Thank you for sending me him for a while so I can change. I would never ask WHY for that very little time you gave me, for that unspoken words, and for those dreams that are not coming true. I would just ask: if I could have another chance to do it all over again, I promise I would be so much better, and I would never pass any chance to show the love that I have.”</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-74147034858074303962009-02-27T19:03:00.000-08:002009-03-17T18:55:35.980-07:00ARE WE MEANT TO BE?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/ScBUdM90NUI/AAAAAAAAABI/q5OXm9EfQIs/s1600-h/holdinghands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/ScBUdM90NUI/AAAAAAAAABI/q5OXm9EfQIs/s320/holdinghands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340420970624322" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody></tbody><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><div align="justify">How many times have you spent your time for dating somebody that finally leads you to an end? How many times have you done a perfect first date that leads you to a goodbye? How many times in your life, you try so hard to keep a relationship, but finally there’s nothing you can do but walk out? How many times have you tried, succeeded, and failed for a finding the ONE?<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />I always believe that somebody must be meant to be with somebody. They must love each other, and take care one another. At least that’s what I learned from those Disney Princess’ movies (yea rite’). No, that’s what I learn from life, that we do need love as our way home, as a right place to rest your head, your heart, your soul. So every time I see somebody, my question will be: <em>“Are we meant to be?”</em> (with that look and two hands folded upon my chest). No, I never say it directly to the person, or even say it out loud. That question is only for me, myself, and my mind.<br /><br />That question now seems so tough for me, since I’ve asked it like for…thousand times. </div><br /><div align="justify">“Are we meant to be?” then finally he leaves without explanation.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then I found him falling for another girl.<br />“Are we meant to be?” but we didn’t get along so well.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then after few tiring years we had to say goodbye.<br />“Are we meant to be?” and directly he said we’re just friends.<br />“Are we meant to be?” and his attitude drove me crazy.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then he had to go abroad for the study.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then his dog bites my shoes.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then I found him interesting to another man. (Man!)<br />“Are we meant to be?” and right away I turned off by his laugh.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then we realized we spoke different language, eat different meal, and come from totally DIFFERENT world.<br />“Are we meant to be?” then suddenly I wasn’t the one he’s been looking for.<br />“Are we meant to be?” and so on and so on and so on….<br /><br />Are we meant to be? Or are we not? That’s the only thing that I wanna know when I start my relationship with somebody. That’s the only thing I’d like to know when I start to get to know an interesting person, because somehow I’m tired of trying and failing. I’m tired of those spectacular dates, and finally find that he’s not the one. I’m tired with all the effort I’ve made, for only ended up being his best friend. And in this desperate times, I go to bed with a new question in my head: “Am I meant to be with somebody( somewhere, in this world)? Or Am I not?” and thinking about those wasted times with the unright one. Then I came to a conclusion: “I’ve been searching for the right one everywhere, I’m exhausted. <strong>Where is he?</strong>”<br /><br />(Is he somewhere back in the past? Is he somewhere a long my way to the office? Is he right beside me now? Or is he somebody that hasn’t come yet?)<br />*any idea where is he?<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Have you ever thought about this too? Or it’s just me, myself, and my silly question?</div><div align="justify"><br /></div></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-4109062638448424452009-01-05T07:57:00.000-08:002009-01-05T08:02:48.170-08:00Saturday Night With Jakarta<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><div align="justify">One of the advantages living in Jakarta city is : you don’t need a boyfriend to have a date on Saturday night. You can do everything all alone with your own way. You can have your own fine dinner, catch a movie, or even take a look on some new magazine on a book store. <br /><br />You also can call up a random friend (or a best friend will make it good), and make a spontaneous plan. Midnight shopping is one of good ways how to spend your fabulous Saturday night. All you have to prepare are Money, cell phone, a high comfortable yet fashionable clothes, and for sure a pair of good shoes (since it will take you to good places too).<br /><br />Money: it’s the core of your Saturday night’s activity. With cash (please say no to credit cards), you can have variety of activities. For example, first you go for dinner, then you shop and stop for some shot, and continuing your shop (or even just window shop) till you get drop ( I know this rhyme seems so disgusting). Karaoke also seems so okay for your activity. Listening to live music in one fine lounge, window shopping, or a silent coffee time with book, are filling my Saturday nights puurfeectttly.<br /><br />Cell phone is one of the important things. It will help you to check who’s available that night, to call up some random friends, and to call a cab when you seem so impossible to walk along the road and stop one (for some reason: you might be get drunk, get too full with your meal, or you might lose your energy to lift your new things from the boutique).<br /><br />A high comfortable yet fashionable clothes will help you to feel better in two ways. First it will go up with you as you walk on the road, as you dance with your own rhyme, as you try on new clothes in a fitting room, and as you have a grand dinner, it will hide your sudden big belly (and make you look skinny). Second, people will never take their eyes off of you since it’s highly in fashion. You will feel so much better since it’s beautiful and painless (for your body).<br /><br />A pair of good shoes will go with you along your beautiful journey on Saturday night. It wont hurt your feet when you run for the 75% discount in the corner boutique. It wont make you slip as you walk slightly passing a cute guy in a lounge. And it will make you look gorgeous when it’s match with your clothes.<br /><br />So, there’s no reason you sit alone at your home and doing nothing but cry/ think hard / watch romantic desperate movies/ eat a bucket of chicken wings and ice cream/ spoil your parents’ night (you pick one of these desperate activities) on Saturday night, just because you don’t have a ‘date’ (boyfriend). With money, cell phone, clothes, shoes, and of course the city, you can have a beautiful date on Saturday night.( See? Boyfriend is not the only way to have a date on Saturday night) . Oo I love this city!<br /> </div></td></tr><tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-6693443504316158972008-11-05T08:15:00.000-08:002008-11-05T08:37:48.013-08:00Five Little Monkeys<div align="justify"><em>Five little monkeys, jumping on the bed.<br />One fell down and bumped his head.<br />Mama called the doctor, the doctor said<br />No more monkey jumping on the bed!<br /><br />Four little monkeys, jumping on the bed.<br />One fell down and bumped his head.<br />Mama called the doctor, the doctor said<br />No more monkey jumping on the bed!<br /><br />Three little monkeys, jumping on the bed.<br />…<br />…<br /><br />Two little monkeys, jumping….<br /><br />One little monkey…………….<br /><br />No more monkey jumping on the bed!<br /></em><br />This funny poem is read by so many little children in the world. One of them is my cousin, Daniel, 4 years old. He comes visit me almost every Sunday with his family. At home, we talk, laugh, sing, and sometimes watch: Dora the explorer, SpongeBob sometimes, Thomas few times, or Barney.<br /><br />Last week, no watching, no singing, but reading the poem. He read it over and over. As I listened to it, I started to think why these monkeys could not learn from others. For example, the first monkey fell down, and the doctor said ‘no more monkeys jumping on the bed’, but why the second one, jumped, and finally bumped his head too, so there were three left. And the third one did exactly the same thing, and got the same thing too. It happened over and over, until none’s left on the bed.<br /><br />I realized somehow, the poem is talking about us. About how we people can not learn from the others. How we ignore the suggest from other people. Just like monkey who kept jumping even the doctor suggested not to do so. It’s so funny how we live in the vicious cycle. We keep doing others’ mistake instead avoiding to do so.<br /><br />The young beautiful Indonesian artist showed that thing. Thousands drug dealers and users out there are punished. And she refused to see, to learn from them. Jakarta people also refused to see Semarang and Aceh people for they annual flood. We keep throw the rubbish everywhere, and build as many shopping centre as it could. So when February comes, here we are Jakarta: <em>“get your boot and lifebuoy and rubber boat. Jakarta somehow turns into bikini bottom (where spongebob lives with his friends).”<br /></em><br />I don’t have to give longer explanation about the examples, because everyday as we walk to the office, as we drive on the road, as we sit on the bus, we see some regular mistakes are being done over and over. <strong>We have eyes, but we refuse to see, have ears but refuse to listen, have mind but refuse to learn.</strong><br /><br />If the second monkey on the poem used his ears to listened to the doctor and stayed calm, there would be four monkeys left (even more, if two of them were in love and decided to have kids). So the poem would be read like this:<br /><em>Five little monkeys, jumping on the bed<br />One fell down and bumped his head<br />Mama called the doctor, the doctor said<br />No more monkey jumping on the bed!<br /><br />Four little monkeys jumping on the bed<br />One said “hey, don’t do something like that!<br />remember the doctor and what he said.<br />Here we are now sitting on the bed.<br /><br />Four little monkeys sitting on the bed<br />They discuss all things they had,<br />Remembered their old pall who has passed<br />And decided do something great.<br /></em><strong>(JUST IF)</strong><br /><br />So, we pick: Are we little monkeys on the poem, who keep doing others’ mistake? Or can we use our eyes, ears, and mind to inspire others for not doing the same mistake?<br />See, listen, analyze, and learn from others.<br /><br />Thanks to my Daniel and his five little monkeys.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/SRHIA7105DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZEMRXIvDhQI/s1600-h/daniel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265209357761831986" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-VqXvjqCX8/SRHIA7105DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZEMRXIvDhQI/s320/daniel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Daniel captured his face after reading the poem</span></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-27429915621532452972008-11-02T11:20:00.000-08:002008-11-02T11:22:42.225-08:00FallIs it the effect of global warming?<br />Or the pole of my heart is melted by you<br />Is it because the ozone we’re lacking?<br />Cause your strange smile effects me directly to the heart.<br />Is it because of the sound pollution,<br />Or my ears keep hearing your voice?<br />Is it because the trees rarely exist in the city,<br />that you’re the only beautiful thing I see?<br />Is it the gravitation,Or is it you, who make me fall….Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-19771476817177238202008-10-07T02:05:00.000-07:002008-10-07T02:14:14.370-07:003 Tales Princess<div align="justify">This week, I met my three princess in the Disney’s live show at Istora Senayan. They are Snow White, Cinderella, and Belle from Beauty and The Beast. As I saw them dancing and singing together with the other Disney’s characters, I discovered three philosophies from each fairy tales.<br /><br />Snow White, who lived with the seven ‘wacky’ dwarfs, was never frown for what she’s got. Her mother wanted to kill her(just because her fair beauty), she stuck up with seven unhandsome little guys, and she had to do all the cleaning and dishing in that dusty tiny house. This is what I call as <strong>be thankful</strong>. There was nothing in her life seemed to be positive. But Snow White sang all the time and gladly loved the seven wacky man. How bout us? Do we ever be thankful when our life seems to be so down? Why do we protest all the time?<br /><br />Cinderella’s story is about her dreams and some people who just wanted to ruin it away. Her dream is dancing with the prince charming at the ball. She did everything to go there, including prepare her sisters’ needs and do all her mom’s orders. But her step family gave her a lot of duty just to keep her away from the ball. But somehow, she did. She went to the ball and danced with the Prince Charming. If you can still remember Cinderella’s song: ……<em><strong>No matter what your heart is bleeding if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true</strong></em>…. So that’s all the Cinderella about. Who ever wanted to ruin your dream, just don’t let them. And keep believing in what you believe.<br /><br />Belle, she has done a <strong>great sacrifice</strong> for his father. She replaced her father to be punished by the beast. In this fairy tale, I saw a brave woman who can do everything. She didn’t think about herself could be eaten by the beast. I just admire this beautiful young woman who never put herself first in everything. I also admire herself for her passion to books.<br /><br />So from these three Princess whom I like since I was little, I can learn so many things. I watched their movies when I was four, and couldn’t stop admiring their beauty. And when I grow up, I don’t stop praise these three princess for the philosophies they give. </div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-37235113277279286542008-09-27T13:00:00.000-07:002008-09-27T13:04:07.711-07:00Never Give Up! (My Laskar Pelangi, the steel and the sword)<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><div align="justify">After seeing Laskar Pelangi with some friends, we talked about this movie at the restaurant. If those kids in the movie had to get through a long long way to get the school, We had to get through a long long journey just to find out that “They” (he in plural form) are not into us.<br /><br />My gals had been through so many things with men just to find out that these ingenious creatures are taken or simply not into them. We were once so depressed about what do people call as a broken heart. But for us now, what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger. We delivered the message of a broken heart as a message of moving on. And we simply translate the words ‘moving on’ as an action to get a so much better life. The bleeding hearts are covered up with thick bandages that we call friendship. And the bruise can only be cured with a plate of super banana split.<br /><br /><strong>We see ourselves as steel, and those experiences are the steps of making sword</strong>. A steel has to be hit, punched, to be thrown to the fire, until it gets a perfect shapes and sharp enough to cut all things. Same with us. We need to pass the hard things to be stronger. But <strong>what if the steel is taken when the process is being done? The steel wont ever be a sword. Never!<br /></strong><br />The conclusion is, we just can’t give up in our hard days. Because somehow, hard days lead us to the brighter ones. The hits, punches, and the bruise form us into a beautiful shape. So the broken heart, the tears, could transform us into a strong beautiful woman, as long as we don’t give up in our hard days. If the kids in the movie didn’t give up to get themselves education, we shouldn’t give up either to educate ourselves in domain of love and life.</div><div align="justify"><br />Whatever your problems now, either your boyfriend left you, your boss fired you, or your perfect man suddenly disappeared, just Never Give Up!</div></td></tr><tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-54006393231536418352008-09-03T07:27:00.000-07:002008-09-03T07:44:32.682-07:00Are Men SUPER HERO? (Hit and Go Attitude)<div align="justify">I bet we know all about Super Hero. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Hulk, Wolverine, The Flash, Wonder Woman, etc. We might be dreaming about being one of them when we were a little. Those dream or imagination help us to get out of our hard days. Once when I got bully by my school bus’ friends, I imagined myself as wonder woman, so I could beat them up. But the fact, my mom told them to stop bothering me (I was kinda shame that time). And after that day, they left me alone.<br /><br />My friend, always dreamt being a Batman so he can go out at night with the sophisticated metallic black car. Cause all he wanted to do was just go out when his father arrived at home. Well that’s the job of super hero. They help kids ran away a moment from their grey childhood’s reality.<br /><br />But you know what isn’t good about being a super hero? They just never have a life. Like Superman who went to krypton for several years and left Louis without explanation. Like Batman who just never have a girlfriend, Spiderman who could never made a good report for the newspaper, and Hancock who is not meant to be with the one he loves. Well, they’re all missing in action. They did something good to somebody (read:woman) and disappeared cause of their secret duty.<br /><br />What I want to say (ask) here is a question, whether all men are superhero? They did something to us, then disappeared. Some of them left us without explanation-after all the things we’ve done- (just like Superman), some of them just never make good reason (like Spiderman), and some of them told us that it’s better to go away (just like Hancock), cause they say they just hurt us.<br /><br />Have you ever had a moment with a man then suddenly he disappeared? You women would spent most of your times thinking what’s wrong with you, what made him go away, and you’d try really hard to understand his mind and his way of thinking. (Some of the case, the man would come back after missing in action, called you as nothing happened, and the called usually be done at night. )<br /><br />Men, they say they come from Mars and we, women, come from Venus. That’s why people say that men and women just never get in one same point of view, especially in love. But could somebody explain me what’s happened with this ‘hit and go’ attitude? Why men pretend like they can’t have a life? (like they have so many business outhere that we can’t understand). Do men think they’re superhero?<br /><br />So who are you guys, are you Superhero? You love us but the duty call always come first.. or you are just a superhero who help us women ran away a moment from our bad reality.. Or you just bad people, a thief, who are irresponsable? Give us explanation instead of run away...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">(inspired by and dedicated to all women and their super nero, ups, super hero)</span></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-69342216214708589842008-08-20T12:55:00.000-07:002008-08-20T13:01:47.797-07:00Fall in Love?<div align="justify">I woke up this morning with a hurt on my head. I fell from my bed. When I told my mom about this: “Mom, I was falling” she replied: ”falling in love?” as she folded the newspaper in her hand. “Never mind.” I said.<br /><br />Today I spent some few times looking for the definition of falling. The definition of falling is <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>coming down freely under the influence of gravity</em></span> (<a href="http://www.wordnet.princeton.edu/">http://www.wordnet.princeton.edu/</a>). Other person says that <em>falling is a movement due to gravity</em>. Isaac Newton taught us so. I believe that it’s the gravitation that makes me fell from my bed, but who makes me fall in love? is it the person? Or the gravitation? That stupid question popped in my head. I googled the word gravity, and look what I found: <em>the force of attraction between all masses in the universe; especially the attraction of the earth's mass for bodies near its surface . Gravitation is a natural phenomenon by which all objects with mass attract each other, and is one of the fundamental forces of physics.</em><br /><br />So fall in love, does gravitation make us fall in love? I don’t know if the rule of gravity is exist in our hearts. But the rule of attraction speaks loud in domain of fall in love. We use to be attracted first, before we fall in love. From what I’ve got, and from what I’ve thought, I assume that everyone has their own gravitation that makes another’s heart falls. Some people has the gravitation on their looks, some on their brain, some on their body, some on their cash, some on their reputation, some on their things, and some on their heart. If fall in love connects with these kind of gravitation, so which one attracts you the best?<br /><br />The gravitation on looks attracts me the <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>most</strong></span>, but sometimes it lets me down.<br />The gravitation on heart attracts me the <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>best</strong></span>, it never let me down. Too bad, it doesn’t come easily… </div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-58380625503043342922008-08-19T11:44:00.000-07:002008-08-19T11:59:10.763-07:00I see it through my bathroom door<div align="justify">My bathroom door was locked this morning. I don’t know how did it happen or who did it, but it gave me such a big influence. I suddenly realized that a simple daily activity that we called “take a shower” is a big thing for me.<br /><br />Let me tell you first about this bathroom. It is not too big, but it’s quite comfortable. It has two sides, the dry side and the wet side. The dry side is for the closet, and the wet one is for the shower. The shampoos and soaps are arranged neatly on a little glass shelf beside the shower, the dustbin is placed beside the clean ivory closet, and the colour of all the things in the bathroom are match each other. There, I can sing, I can dance, even write a blog. Finally I can tell you that it’s one of the inspiring places for me. I sometimes get my idea or decide something important as I have my private shower time.<br /><br />Everyday, I usually start my day in the bathroom. As I take a shower in the morning, I think about my whole schedule for the day and arrange it carefully. And as I get home from my damn tiring activities, I usually use my bathroom not only for taking a shower, but also for having a private ‘me’ time after facing and meeting people all day long. So when its door is locked up, it somehow lock my head, my body, and my soul.<br />I CAN NOT ENTER MY BATHROOM TODAY.<br /><br />I couldn’t resist how I miss the feeling of the falling water from the shower, the smell of the camomile soap, and the fresh of the anti-dandruff mint shampoo. I couldn’t stop thinking about my self naked, pure and wet, standing under the hanging shower. At 8 pm tonight, a key man came to my house just when I was about to leave for a meeting. He magically opened my bathroom’s door and my heart shouted: <span style="font-size:130%;">God bless the key man!</span> I suddenly loved to ran directly to my bathroom, but the meeting was waiting for me.<br /><br />Finally, I took a shower at 11 pm, just right after I had arrived home. This time, I enjoyed every moment with water, soap, and the sponge. I thank God that He has made water, and He has also made Anita Roddick, the inventor of Body shop with her harmless environmentally soap. I also thank God for giving us Mr. J.F Brondel who invented the idea of a modern bathroom.<br /><br />Somehow this experience made me value things I had never counted before. I discovered the true meaning of “taking a bath” and how important is the shower activity for me. One thing for sure, <strong>how important is the water that God's given us freely, without charge</strong>. We should be thankful for this. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Hmph, this is stupid, but I can tell you that I can see it all through my bathroom door :)</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Now tell me, what can you see through your door...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-15202483460547841022008-08-14T17:55:00.000-07:002008-08-14T18:09:22.852-07:00WHY Do We Need Some Bad Situations<div align="justify">It’s started when your life is getting down, and your weight is getting up. I need myself to have some arguments why do I have to live just the way I want it to be. It’s easy to answer since everybody also wants to have a perfect life. Just imagine what could you ask more when you’re alive, have a boyfriend, and work in a excellent company with the dream position. It’s like everything so perfect, so well planned. But it doesn’t happen to me anyway.<br /><br />Well, I just graduated from university, and all I’m asking is working as a writer. For your information I am jobless, loveless and unstable. I stay at home everyday, hang out with friends on week end and working as a part time teacher in a course centre three hours a week. Basicly, you can see why I said on the first line that my life is getting down and my weight is getting up.<br /><br />I am looking for a job as a writer, and too bad they always want a person with plenty of experiences while all I can offer is just a stupid idea. They don’t like my words, my line. I think I can get it why the position is not coming to me. I am not that able to speak up more, to find better words, better idea or a better analogy than everyone else in the test room. I am not able to write the way they want me to.<br /><br />I spent few hours today thinking about why I have to live a life just the way that I don’t want it to be. Why I have to work not as a writer and be happy with it. Why I have to live without a boyfriend and be fine with it, and why I have to get through the rain, the storm, the quake, and be able to stand still. Why can’t I give up.<br /><br />As I remind my sleep over time with my eighteen years old cousin yesterday, I recall the way she acts and talks about her current life. I remember how afraid she was for being late for a freahmeats gathering at university (which somehow you call it stupid when you’re already in fourth smester), how naïve her vision about love she’s just had with her boyfriend, and how she hasn’t realized that sex is different with love. I’d like to tell her that so many bad people outhere with bad things in their hands that she hasn’t found and known yet. There are also as well so many useless activities outhere that she hasn’t recognized yet. I’d like to tell her everything, but I think I wouldn’t. I let her know it by herself, I let her get through what I’d been through. I can not skip her lesson and tell her what to do so she wouldn’t fall for same mistakes that I made. Cause she won’t get anything if she’s not hurt, if she’s always right, if she knows what she’s gonna face. Somehow I just shuted my mouth and listened to her, while my heart was saying “she says that cause that’s all she’s learned so far”.<br /><br />Since experiences influence your ability to act and to speak, I realize why do I have to live just the way I don’t want it to be. Why do I have to have some bad times in my life. The more trouble you get, the more things come out from your mouth. (More books you read, more words are in your mind.) More storm, more rain, more quake you’ve been through, more story could come out from your mouth. So now, I need those bad times, I need those unstable moments to be able to speak up, to make my story. And if I have to work not as a writer right now (or for several times in the future), it’s a time to learn, so I can speak more later either in my column or in my article.<br /><br />So how bout you, how do you see the bad times in your life...?</div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-52489411608178799242008-07-28T19:22:00.000-07:002008-07-28T19:41:11.324-07:00Deal with a 'Heartbreaker<div align="justify"><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><p align="justify">Have you ever had a heartbreaker? I bet everybody has. And how do you deal with them? Do you leave them? Or revenge them? But what if the heartbreaker is your best friend? What are you gonna do? Will you leave them? Or still make a friend with them?<br /><br />The biggest broken heart’s moment in my life was made by my best friend. That time, I was having <strong>my biggest fear</strong>, that was: <strong>if my best friend has a girlfriend.</strong> Then it happened. That’s how he broke my heart.<br /><br />I left him with a hope that I would find a new life. But things were not so much better. I couldn’t keep myself thinking about him when I was down. I lost my best friend, but I didn’t lose the feeling. That time I realized that I was running away. <strong>I was running away from my biggest fear, from my phobia</strong>.<br /><br />From what I’ve known, we can cure our phobia by doing what we call as ‘little by little’. So, I decided that I want to cure mine. I decided to face my biggest fear instead of run away. And I hope by facing it, it will soon fade away.<br /><br />So I woke up in the morning and decided to make a friend with my forever heartbreaker: yes, my best friend. I called him and we started our new relationship. Yes, a friendly relation. I talked to him about the feelings I had for him, and he explained me about what was going on back days. It felt releave.<br /><br />Point one, accomplished. Talked about what’s in your heart for good. I felt no ashamed to tell him all the stupid things I did when I was in my deep depression. Well, he knew my version and that’s how we built our new relation. But what’s next? How could I know if my phobia has cured or not? Well, he has no girlfriend right now, but I’m hoping soon he will. I’d like to check my phobia, but what if it hasn’t cured yet?<br /><br />I started to ask him out just to meet or catch some movies. We did, but everytime we met, it took me <em>two hours for feeling mello</em> and think about what was going on. I replayed the scenes, and I found I’m still a lil bit in love with him.<br /><br />I don’t know what this thing people call love, but I gave my heart once to this person (he didn’t ask, I just gave it away) and it’s still in his hand. I think I’m on my way to get it back. I’m just not sure whether I’d taken it back, or I’m taking it back, but I have faith that <strong>I will</strong> take it back.<br /><br />Two hours mello is just seen as a progress for me. If it had taken me forever to get over this person, then now it just needs two hours. And plus, I don’t need to get over this lovely person, I just need to accept the situation, and deal with it. How do I deal with it? By facing it and living with it. So dear best friend, whenever you like to have a girlfriend or a wife maybe, I won’t go anywhere. I’m just gonna be there, and face it.<br /><strong>And I think that’s how I will say goodbye to my phobia</strong>. =)<br /></p></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-84463293683864598612008-07-12T08:58:00.000-07:002008-07-12T09:03:43.538-07:00Jembatan Cinta Jakarta Selatan<p align="justify">Sepasang high heels hitam mungil menuntun saya menyusuri sebuah jembatan penyeberangan di kawasan Jakarta Selatan. Tas hitam senada yang tergantung di pundak berayun seirama dengan langkah kaki saya. Ada banyak orang berlalu lalang di sana. Pria, wanita, tua, muda, maupun anak-anak, berjalan di atas jembatan yang terbuat dari besi baja. Jembatan itu juga dipenuhi dengan berbagai aktivitas. Ada yang sedang merokok, berjualan, mengobrol, sampai berlari kecil terburu-buru, dan semuanya dilakukan di atas jembatan itu. Uniknya, selama kaki kecil saya bergegas menyusuri kurang lebih 36 meter hamparan besi melayang itu, saya dapat melihat lima jenis cinta.<br /><br />Cinta pertama yang saya lihat berada di anak tangga ketiga.Jenis cinta itu adalah cinta pada diri sendiri. Saya terjebak di antara pertemuan dua arus. Arus turun dan arus naik. Orang-orang berdesak-sedakan, berebut antara mereka yang mau naik, dan mereka yang hendak turun. Bahu-bahu saling berhimpitan, tidak ada satu pun manusia yang saling melempar senyum. Semuanya berdesak-desak ingin segera naik ataupun turun. Tidak ada yang mau mengalah, apalagi memberikan jalan pada mereka yang berjalan berlawanan. Pemuda-pemudi yang berjalan sambil merokok menambah polusi udara, setelah polusi suara yang timbul akibat bunyi derap langkah kaki para pengguna jembatan penyebrangan yang tidak seirama. Tidak ada yang peduli bahwa sekedar merokok, ataupun meludahkan permen karet dapat merugikan orang di sekitarnya. Yang mereka pedulikan hanyalah bagaimana MENCAPAI TEMPAT TUJUAN.<br /><br />Akhirnya saya berhasil menaiki tangga tersebut dan sampai di atas jembatan sepanjang 36 meter itu. Tepat di pojok jembatan, ada seorang ibu peminta-minta yang duduk di atas hamparan koran yang sudah lecek halamannya. Di antara lalu lalang orang, Ia duduk tenang menyusui anaknya. Si bayi mungil tampak rakus melahap susu sang Ibu. Tangan si Ibu membelai-belai kepala anaknya, sambil mulutnya mendendangkan sebuah lagu yang sayup-sayup terdengar di telinga saya. Ini juga cinta, pikir saya. Cinta yang teramat besar, yaitu cinta ibu kepada anak.<br /><br />Sepuluh meter sudah si sepatu hitam membawa saya pergi meninggalkan ibu pengemis dengan bayinya. Saya berjalan melewati lapak-lapak para penjual segala jenis barang. Dari kaos, CD, gambar tempel, poster, perhiasan warna perak dan servis tindik, bikin tato, sampai alat kebutuhan rumah tangga ada. Wah, ada juga orang yang berjualan di atas jembatan, kata saya terkesima dalam hati. Apalagi melihat berbagai jenis barang dan jasa yang ditawarkan, tak pernah sedikit pun terpikirkan oleh saya. Para pedagang itu menawarkan barang dagangannya dengan berbagai cara. Ada yang berteriak-teriak memanggil pelanggan sambil menyebutkan berbagai keunggulan produknya, ada juga yang menulis diskon 50% diatas barang dagangannya. Beberapa ibu-ibu dan gadis muda yang lewat di situ memeluk tas mereka erat-erat. Yah, cinta akan uang, akan barang dan harta yang dimiliki. Cinta itu sama-sama dimiliki baik oleh mereka yang lewat, maupun oleh mereka yang berdagang.<br /><br />Tepat di tengah-tengah jembatan, saya berpapasan dengan sepasang manusia, pria dan wanita, yang berjalan bergandengan tangan. Mereka saling tersenyum dan saling menatap satu dengan lainnya. Langkah mereka tidak terburu-buru, warna baju cerah yang dikenakan menambah ceria aura pasangan itu. Kecupan kecil mendarat di atas kening sang wanita, dan ia pun tersenyum malu sambil menatap pasangannya. Tanpa banyak berpikir, ya, inilah jenis cinta yang keempat. Cinta pada lawan jenis. Perasaan nyaman yang datang ketika sedang bersamanya, dimana pun kita berada. Saya ingin melemparkan senyum pada pasangan yang berbahagia itu, tapi sepertinya mereka tidak menghiraukan keberadaan saya, mereka asik dengan dunia merah mudanya.<br /><br />Saya akhirnya sampai di ujung jembatan penyeberangan. Tepat disudut perbatasan antara jembatan dan tangga, seorang bapak tua penjual cermin sedang menata barang dagangannya. Saya melihat bayangan diri saya di cermin itu. Sambil mulai menuruni tangga yang untungnya kali ini tidak disesaki orang, saya baru sadar ada satu jenis cinta lagi yang terdapat di sepanjang jembatan itu. Cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan.=)</p><p align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Pernah tersadar, cinta jenis apa yang anda miliki dalam perjalanan menuju ke sebuah tempat?)</span></em></p>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-55729688114747938002008-07-11T20:15:00.000-07:002008-07-12T09:16:00.772-07:00Angin Jakarta<p align="justify"><em>Akhir Juni, 2008</em></p><p align="justify">Jakarta berangin hari ini. Hembusan anginnya yang membawa debu menerpa wajah saya. Mata saya dimasuki debu-debu halus yang berasal dari jalan raya. Sambil berusaha melindungi mata dari terpaan debu, Saya berlari kecil menyusuri jalan perumahan menuju rumah. Langkah Saya melambat saat melewati kios penjual koran. Rupanya kasus korupsi seorang anggota DPR yang berkenaan dengan prostitusi kembali menjadi sorotan media cetak. Tidak sempat saya baca headlinenya, tapi yang pasti wajah anggota DPR suami penyanyi dangdut itu, terpampang menghiasi cover depan tabloid gosip. Sayup-sayup terdengar di telinga saya lagu romantis berbahasa Indonesia yang sampai saat ini belum diketahui jelas siapa penciptanya. Gosipnya, sang pencipta yang sekaligus menyanyikan lagu tersebut, telah mati bunuh diri karena cinta. Barang siapa yang mendengarkan lagu itu di malam hari, akan menemui ajal, setidaknya begitulah yang saya dengar dari dua orang anak SMA ketika saya sedang mengantri ATM beberapa hari yang lalu.<br /><br />Sampai di rumah, saya langsung membuka laptop dan memeriksa kotak surat elektronik. Iseng-iseng saya googling lagu pengantar ajal itu. Lebih dari seratus entry yang muncul di layar komputer. Setiap artikel dalam blog sites anak-anak remaja mengatakan hal yang sama tentang lagu itu, bahkan ada yang memberikan kesaksian tentang kebenaran penjemputan ajal setelah mendengarkannya. Situs yang cukup terpercaya menampilkan sebuah artikel yang mengatakan bahwa lagu sederhana itu menjadi terkenal berkaitan dengan unsur cerita mistisnya yang tersebar baik lewat internet, maupun dari mulut ke mulut. CD bajakan yang memuat lagu mistis itu laku keras di pasaran. Menurut sebuah testimonial seorang penjual CD bajakan, dalam sehari Ia berhasil menjual lebih dari 100 keping CD tersebut. Di situs lain, Saya membaca artikel puluhan orang ataupun grup band, yang mengklaim lagu mistis ini sebagai lagu ciptaannya. Gosip di balik lagu cinta tersebut menjadi faktor utama penggerak keberhasilan lagu ini dipasaran, padahal jika kita dengarkan, lagu ini tidak ada bedanya dengan lagu-lagu cinta band manapun juga yang ada di Indonesia. Well, nampaknya angin yang berhembus di Jakarta, tidak hanya membawa debu dan menerpa wajah para pejalan kaki, tetapi juga membawa gosip mistis dan menerpa ratusan calon pembeli CD bajakan lagu mistis yang tidak jelas siapa penciptanya.</p>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-81873847213538993992008-07-09T10:06:00.000-07:002008-07-12T09:14:48.221-07:0020-an<div align="justify"><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><p align="justify">Tidak ada yang spesial tentang saya hari ini. Semua orang punya kesibukannya masing-masing. Harusnya saya juga, tapi saya lebih memilih untuk tidak sibuk dan bersantai. Saya ingin memanjakan diri, tapi sayangnya konsep manja saya kali ini berhubungan dengan eksistensi orang lain, dan sekali lagi saya katakan: ”semua orang sedang punya kesibukan masing-masing sekarang.” Intinya, kemauan saya untuk bermanja-manja ria tidak bisa terlaksana. Tambah lagi, saya merasa saya berjalan melawan arus. Ketika semua orang sedang sibuk, punya hal-hal lain untuk dikerjakan, saya malah mual dengan segala macam pekerjaan. Saya merasa ingin berhenti dan menikmati hidup, padahal pekerjaan adalah hidup saya selama ini.<br /><br />Konon, ada di umur 20an bukanlah hal yang mudah. Saya gunakan kata ”konon” karena itu bukanlah line ataupun teori saya. Saya cuma orang yang kena dampak dari teori itu dan pada akhirnya mengutip pernyataan tersebut untuk menjelaskan keadaan diri. Ketika saya merasa tidak lebih beruntung dari orang lain dan merasa eksistensi diri menyusut dengan ketidakhadiran beberapa unsur dalam keseharian saya. Saya seperti melayang dan pura-pura tidak tahu apa yang saya inginkan. Seperti biasa, perkataan para wanita pada teman dekatnya yang wanita pula: “gue gak tahu apa yang gue mau sebenernya.” Dengan gaya bicara yang dibuat sedikit bingung tapi terdengar kuat dan tidak sedang depresi. Masak, orang tidak tahu apa yang mereka mau? Sejak kapan manusia tidak bisa mendengar suara hati mereka yang berteriak-berteriak begitu banyak? Manusia selalu punya keinginan. Meskipun keinginan mereka terkadang begitu banyak dan seringkali bertentangan, tapi setidaknya mereka pasti tahu (at least) satu hal yang mereka inginkan.<br /><br />Sebagai wanita yang dalam 365hari x 2 menjadi seperempat abad, saya memiliki keinginan untuk bercinta. Bercinta bukan dalam arti hubungan fisik yang mendalam serta super extravaganza bersama seorang lawan jenis (ya, itu juga sih..), tapi bercinta dalam arti memiliki pasangan jiwa, itu yang lebih penting. Kembaran rasa mungkin kata yang lebih tepat, kalau pasangan jiwa terasa cukup berat untuk dikatakan diumur saya yang sekarang ini (setidaknya cukup berat bagi saya yang sulit berkomitmen tingkat tinggi dalam hal berhubungan). Kembaran rasa, ketika kita merasa bahwa selalu ada seseorang yang merasakan hal yang sama dengan apa yang kita rasakan. Mereka mencoba untuk berempati dan perasaan nyaman itu datang. Perasaan diakui bahwa kita juga memiliki perasaan. Perasaan diakui dan dianggap penting eksistensinya untuk dunia ini. Setidaknya untuk seseorang. Hal-hal itulah yang terkadang melengkapi semen pembangun self-esteem seorang wanita.<br /><br />Self-esteem saya dipertanyakan untuk sesaat ini. Keadaan tiba-tiba membuat saya merasa diciutkan eksistensinya terhadap dunia. Itu karena semua kembaran rasa saya mungkin sedang sibuk sekarang. See? Ketika saya ingin bermanja ria, mereka sibuk entah kemana, dan jeleknya terkadang mereka datang secara bersamaan dan membuat saya mati bingung untuk memilih. Sibuk mengurusi urusan mereka masing-masing, membuat saya mempertanyakan eksistensi saya disini. Ya, inilah komplikasi pikiran seorang wanita ditengah umur 20-an. Kembali lagi saya katakan, konon berada di usia 20an tidak mudah, dan lagi-lagi saya hanya seseorang yang terkena dampak darinya dan mengutip kalimat tersebut untuk menjelaskan keadaan diri.<br /></p></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610238195212823063.post-75384344334312263392008-07-09T09:52:00.000-07:002008-07-12T09:17:35.451-07:00Get A Toy!<div align="justify">Is having a man perfect for a woman’s life?<br /><br />I used not to think so until I realize all of my friends have one and they get busy with that. I find myself as a loner. For simple thing, they can’t just being there like they did. They can’t talk for some hours on the phone, go for some coffee time, or shopping. Not that bad actually, but we have to set up the times for sure. It’s not just a simple spontaneous lovely thing anymore. Do they lose their spontaneous, or they just do it with other people right now?<br /><br />Well I was enjoying my single life, and now, I think I’m still enjoying it fifty percent. It’s just somehow I feel I need my friends to enjoy these craziness, and they can’t be there. But why do I have to depend on them? Can’t I enjoying it myself? K, that’s the point, I think I should find myself a boyfriend. Well not exactly, but at least a new toy. “Toy” I mean. Wasn’t it what you did when you’re a little? When you got no friends, alone, you just go and play with your toy. It could be a doll, a skipping rope, or a swing in your backyard. Well this time, I just need a toy. Get no friends around me, I think I’m going to find myself a ‘toy’ whom I can treat like a doll, make me sweat like a jumping rope, and who can make me ‘almost fly’ like a swing.<br /><br />The question is, why do I prefer find a toy instead of a man, a boyfriend? I Think just find one just like my friends do, but it’s not that simple, considering finding a boyfriend for me, is same like finding a perfect shoes. He must look good on you, fit in you, has good materials, and the most important thing, he doesn’t hurt your feet. Right, now I’m telling you. In this big city just like Jakarta, whom everyone says just never sleeps, sometimes those twentieth something guys sleep or are in coma so they can’t see us ladies, single ladies. Some of them are taken, some of them spend their time with the wrongs ones, and some of them are just made to be a gay, our best friend, and the rest, they just being so chicken to face a life. So, while we’re sight seeing and waiting for them to wake up, why bother find a toy to entertain ourselves and to kill time. So whatcha’ prefer, just wait, or go find a toy? It might be interesting. </div><div align="justify"><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"> </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Rona Pasaribuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03605512492523281507noreply@blogger.com7