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Showing posts with label Pikiran/Emosi/Ekspresi (Thoughts/Emotion/Expressions). Show all posts
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Sunday, January 06, 2013

I'd Rather NOT Get Even

From Jesse Bering, "Getting even versus getting over it: Think twice before enacting your revenge. Punishing your enemy is bad for your mental health (But vengeful daydreams are okay)", January 26, 2009 (visited 6 January 2013).

 

When someone is jarringly rude, obnoxious, or unfair to me or to people I care about, I take a hidden pleasure in daydreams laden with retaliatory themes that, if committed to the screen, would make Quentin Tarantino cringe and look away. In fact, punitive thoughts such as these apparently “feel good” in a neurobiologically meaningful way. For example, in a 2004 study published in Science by University of Zurich researcher Dominique de Quervain and his colleagues, people asked to think about exacting revenge on an enemy experienced measurable pleasure: their dorsal striatum (the pleasure center of the brain) lit up in a PET scan while doing so.
... thinking about getting even is one thing; going ahead and actually doing it is a different psychological story.
Recent findings by Colgate University psychologist Kevin Carlsmith and his co-authors, Timothy Wilson of the University of Virginia and Daniel Gilbert from Harvard University, reveal that actually inflicting revenge on someone who has wronged us leaves us feeling anything but pleasure.

The authors summarize their findings this way: “[People] underestimate the extent to which punishment will make them ruminate about the [transgressor], and they fail to realize that this is especially true if they instigate the punishment, as opposed to seeing someone else do it.” The reason for this paradoxical finding, the authors argue, is that rumination prolongs the negative emotions that punishers are trying to escape in the first place—the act of having punished someone keeps us thinking about them.

Carlsmith and his coauthors stop short of explaining exactly why punishment makes us continue reflecting on this person we loathe, but to me it’s fairly obvious.
You may think you’ve restored justice by inflicting the punishment. But from the other person’s perspective, you’ve gone overboard and now it’s their turn to punish you.
So, guess what? Now you’ve made a real enemy and have to be vigilant about them returning the retaliatory favor. Evolutionary scholars reason that punishment is “costly” in this sense because it can rapidly escalate, placing you and your family (and thus your genes) in harm’s way.
Of course, if you’re an anonymous punisher that threat becomes minimized.
Just have a look at websites such as bitterwaitress (check out “The Shitty Tipper Database”) or RateMyProfessors.com, where underappreciated restaurant servers and disgruntled students can body slam the reputations of their antagonists while wearing the mask of an encrypted IP address. (Or for a really depressing glimpse into human nature unfiltered by fears of revenge, have a peak at some of the spirited adolescent comments left on the average YouTube video.)

 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

FAJR

 


 
Quite sure now: Nobody else around here is doing fajr prayer. How sad...
Abu Hurairah reported:
Muhammad said, "No Salat is more burdensome to the hypocrites than the Fajr (dawn) prayer and the `Isha' (night) prayer; and if they knew their merits, they would come to them even if they had to crawl to do so.
[Sahih-Al-Bukhari and Sahih Muslim].

Source: Fajr. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fajr (19 November 2012) visited 19 December 2012.
 

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

My Birthday Song of This Year

My Heart Sings - 311

It's a beautiful song.
Who wouldn't want their heart to sing?

I guess, our heart sings as we feel good.
As we feel good about life.
Feel good about our own life and other people's life.
People that we know and care for.

We feel good about our own life when we appreciate what we're doing with it and in it and what we're getting from it.
Appreciating good feelings, bad feelings, and in-between feelings in life.

Appreciating good feelings or good times is easy, but necessary to caress our spirit.
Appreciating bad feelings or bad times is not easy, but also necessary to build our will and perseverance.
Appreciating in-between feeling is tricky, but most necessary to develop our skill in decision making.

So, they're all necessary.
They're all part of life.
It's a need for us to learn to appreciate each those feelings/times.
So we can appreciate, and enjoy, our life.
Because it's one of those things that we have to do ourselves.
If we don't enjoy our life... then, who will?

All of the above seem quite a cliche, but I think they're relevant to anyone celebrating a birthday.

They also seem to have nothing to do with my birthday song of this year, but they are, to me.

Talking about a beautiful song isn't all about the lyrics, the harmony, the artist...
All that is already so obvious.
Wanna emphasize on how good the song is?
Talking will never be enough!
Play it.
Listen.
It's good.
Yeah...

What's more on talking about a beautiful song, is the effect that the song brings to our heart.
It's on the way that the song relates to our life, and a good relation is always a good thing.
That way, the song becomes part of the soundtrack of our life.

I think I'd been lucky enough to knew someone so special that makes my heart sings, almost as awesome as described in this beautiful song.
I haven't been that lucky again though, for quite some time now... :P
But, like everyone does, I had plenty of other times when my heart does sing.
That's my relation to the song.
That's beautiful.

My heart sings.
Yes.
Awrite!
What a beautiful feeling.

Thank you 311.
Chad-Nick-PNut-SA-Tim.
Sexton-Hexum-Wills-Martinez-Mahoney.
I'm glad to be just another one who've been appreciating the band since quite the beginning and down the road.
Bring it on... :)

311 Live in Jakarta
 

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Jangan Berdiri Di Ambang Pintu
Jangan Bimbang, Putuskan!

Bagai katak dalam tempurung,
tempurung yang hangat dan menenangkan,
tapi mulai membosankan.

Satu langkah keluar,
terasa sudah waktunya.

Tapi kenyataan yang terasa dingin,
menyambut di luar.

Terpaku sang katak,
di ambang pintu,
antara kehangatan yang jelas tapi datar,
dan kenyataan yang asing tapi menjanjikan.

Tak bisa selamanya berdiri di situ,
pintu yang terbuka tak baik baginya,
mengusik kedamaian yang telah ada sekian lama,
tak juga meraih yang ada di luar sana.
 

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Some Of The Q&A In My Life

Could this be the end? Is this the way I die? Sitting here alone? No one by my side.

I don't understand. I don't feel that I deserve this. What did I do wrong? I just don't understand.

Give me one more chance. Let me please explain. It's all been circumstance. I'll tell you once again.

Now wait a minute, man. That's not how it is. You must be confused. That isn't who I am.

Please don't be afraid. I would never try to hurt you. This is how we live. Strange although it seems. Please try to forgive.

Quoted from 'The Count of Tuscany' by Dream Theater (lyrics by John Petrucci).
 

Sunday, July 26, 2009

AFTER THE FUNERAL

Sitting, on the back seat.
Being, a good cousin.. or whatever.
Crying, silently.
Trying, to stay apropriate.. or whatever.

I,
shedding tears.. after the sad moment had passed.

He was my uncle.
He was one of my favorite uncles.

I wish,
there was more time,
to get back among relatives,
sharing feelings.
Not to mourn,
just to share fond memories,
to raise hope,
for tomorrow,
for us,
the heartbrokens.

Yet,
there I was,
driven away,
by choice,
by circumstance.
I'm so,
so sorry..

I,
shedding tears.. after the sad moment had passed,
always,
silent.

Still.
Misunderstood.
Incomplete..

Ya Allah,
the almighty, the wisest.
Please bless my humble being,
one tiny share,
of your might and wisdom.
 

Saturday, March 28, 2009

AR RAHMAN

Nikmat apa lagi yang kau dustakan?
Astaghfirullah...
 

Sunday, February 01, 2009

NO MORE RAMBLINGS

Did I scare you?
Did all these ramblings made you think of me as a psychopath?
If you did, then I'm sorry.

People change.
I change.
We change.

I was younger, and careless.
I was just found the amazing world of blog.
I put out my every bits and pieces out to the world.
In the excuse of being true and honest.

Now, I'm more conscious about what I release to the world.
Being true is good, only if oversees by consciousness.
Only share goodness to the world,
keep the bad side to oneself.
Fix it, or if one can't, find help.
Don't go talk around about it,
like it's somekinda thing that one can be proud of,
or somehow worthy of keeping,
or something.
No.
If one do, then it has to include an enlightening conclusion.
That's what I do now.
No more ramblings.

I delete all my ramblings in this blog.
I hesitated,
I think it's a part of my history,
and I shouldn't just delete them as if they've never happened.
But, no.
I should delete them.
They still be part of my past,
ones that not worthy of recording,
ones that made me and others sick,
ones that don't belong to my present and future.

Carry on!

Live life,
love life.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

ARISAN
(Bukan Judul Pilem!)

Arisan Keluarga Besar Hardjosoepono. Bintaro, jam 11 teng.
Hm...
Gw bener2 sempat nimbang2 untuk gak dateng.

Jam 9 lewat. SMS. Sodara yg tetangga gw di Ps Minggu ini ternyata gak jd berangkat. Hfff...

Bukan masalah jd gak ada barengan. Tapi ntar gw musti ngadepin pertanyaan2 para sepupu (yg kebanyakan sdh bapak2 ibu2 itu), om2 n tante2 (pakde2 n bude2 gw sdh habis, almarhum), n para keponakan (cucu2 pakde2 n bude2, yg sebaya gw) yg jg sdh punya buntut itu.

Ngapain gw dateng?
Gw lagi bener2 perlu evaluasi diri.
Sekian lama ini, bahkan waktu gw tinggal bersama salah satu keluarga mereka, gak ada sodara yg bener2 nanya: gimana hidupmu? Hari ini pasti gak jauh beda.
Just another temporary euphoria. Another event where I forget that I have to carry my weight and go face tomorrow.

Terlebih, ada kemungkinan gw akan dimintain bantuan ini itu, nginep segala.
Hei, GW SENDIRI perlu bantuan neh...
At least ask me what's up...
What's REALLY up...
...behind this auto-mode-mask of smiley-face.

Treat people with respect, good things will come.

So I go.
Bukan karena kutipan di atas sih.
Gw cuma melihat acara ini termasuk prioritas, karena sama seperti waktu dan solat: kalo sudah lewat, gak bisa ditebus lagi, dengan tindakan apapun.

Bisa aja gw bilang pas kali ini, trus gw dateng di kesempatan berikut.
Sama aja kan arisannya?

Tapi, gak sama adanya. Terutama bwt keluarga Bintaro. Mereka mungkin akan tetap ingat kalo gw gak dateng.

So I go.
Meski (krn sdh jam setengah 11) musti naek taksi, lewat tol, n bawa oleh2 sendiri.
I go.

Dengan sedikit harapan, selesai acara gw bisa maen ke salah satu keluarga dgn santai dan mereka akan nanyain kabar gw sebenarnya.




SORENYA:

Memang cuma arisan biasa.
Gw pulang sendiri. Metro mini. Bintaro - Blok M - Ps. Minggu

  • Sepupu2 sebaya gw yg juga masih mencari.
  • Konser Extreme yg sebenarnya bisa gw tonton gratis bareng Harry kalo xl gw gak ngaco hari senin lalu.
  • Solat Zuhur berjamaah, diapit sodara2 sendiri.


Hal2 sederhana tapi bermakna yg mengisi pikiran.
Sejenak menggusur pikiran2 jenuh, pertanyaan2, kelelahan2.

I'm glad I came.
I really do.

Though I haven't got back home since,
sitting in front of the world wide web.
I feel better,
I feel good.

Thank you!
 

Monday, December 01, 2008

THE ANSWER BEYOND
(I'm Just Human)

Hm, where should I start this?
Why am I second guessing?
Because I feel stupid, that my recent problems are still rooting to my past.

I had a dysfunctional family. I've got over that, consciously. Sub-consciously, I don't think I have, after all these problems that I'm facing, right here right now.

How do I came to this psychoanalytical conclusion? By editing those damn psychology textbooks... hehe. The best medicine usually the bitter one, I guess.



OK, HERE IT GOES...

I seem to always having these down-days, randomly. Like Mandy Moore said in 'A Few Days Down':
And all that you want
Is a few days down
All that you need
A little time to drown
It's to be expected
With all the weight you carry 'round
All that you want is
A Few Days Down

It's a short vacation
To a foreign nation
Oh, nothing familiar here
Just you and your lonesome heart complaining

I'm not looking for justification, which only gonna be temporary.
I want answer,
I want understanding,
I want relief.

The search for answer,
my search for answer.
It goes everywhere, to words that I could think of, and to words that I found in everybody else, wise persons and associates.
After a while, it all came down to this:
Why the abundance of disfunctionalities?
Are they all serve only as means of filtering, the ones that go to heaven and the ones that go the opposite direction?
All those failures,
crimes,
disabilities,
vanities,
decadences,
and everything that represent the low side of humanity,
that had made all these hollows in life and in the face of the earth,
only serve that one and only role of filtering?
What an abundance!

I hate abundance. Abundance is waste. Even the useful things on earth, if goes abundant, is waste. Useless, and even destructive. Again, in the hands of humanity. And in the sole role of heaven or hell.

I grew up recognizing human's ability to look behind things that exist or happen. Analytics, logics, scientific thinking, whatever the name is. I embrace it, I look up to it, I practice it, to the extent of my own logics, of course.

HUMAN

is the only one species that develops recognition that every human being deserves to survive.
Every human,
means extraordinary humans: leaders, founders, pioneers...
common people: parents, workers, children...
less-fortunate ones: poors, disabled, orphans...
and, criminals, abusers, corruptors...

Animals, they stick to the natural selection pattern:
Any disabilities, any one that does not meet the standard requirement,
whether its a physical abnormality,
a deviation of manner,
or simply an unfortunate incident (got separate/lost from one's family or group, for example),
will lead to a significant loss of survival chance,
and death.

I was going to list how community insist to keep the lowlies alive but not to do anything to make these kinda people become better in their lives. It's a long list, and I don't wanna go through it just to get a headache. It's all around, the ones that doesn't see it probably just doesn't want to see it.

I can't entirely blame the able ones for the unable ones. Ability is relative. As any human reach a higher/better stage of life, reaching a better ability, the person also acquires new needs and demands that require new abilities, and the cycle continues. To have more money to give, and so having more requirements for oneself and families, and less time to care for the unfortunates, which then render the person 'unable' to care for other than one's own everyday live. It's the cycle of common-life.

I still believe that there's time and chance for the unfortunates, even inside the rigid and cold common-life cycle.

I can say that, for events that occur in the community. I'm relatively unable to change anything anyway.

Then, it comes to myself.
All these unproductive days.
I used to find a reason for those days.

Recently, I've run out of reasons.
My reasons became excuses.
Then, my excuses became unbearably irrational.
What the hey???
Why can't I make myself move?
Why do I wasting in abundance?
Why?
What?
How?



PART TWO: AN ANSWER? I BELIEVE SO...

Melanie C, 'Here & Now':
I walked the line so carefully
I took my time, I wondered
The here and now, what matters now
No looking back, that's over

I stood alone, the only one
I didn't know I was waiting
For liberty to feel like me
And now I'm here I'm not willing to change

If you choose we won't move
I'm here with you
The air is calm
No more to do

I don't know what tomorrow brings
The sun may shine, the world come tumbling down
I don't care what went on before
But I'm sure of the here and now
The here and now

The here and now

Then I remember:
Human thinking,
will never be able to comprehend,
the vastness,
of God's entity, creations, and wisdom.

I'm just human.
The answer is beyond... way beyond... myself.
In time, with God's grace, I'll understand.

Some people would say that I've given up my process of seeking answers.
No.
After all, a process is not always short, predictable, or rushed.
I'll get it, one day.

Some said:
The fun is in the process.
It's the journey, not the destination.

For all I know now,
this believe,
this faith,
brings smile to my once sulky face, again.
It's a hope.
It's a life.
I'm alive.
I'm loving life.
Thank you, God.
 

Saturday, May 03, 2008

BURIED BEFORE TOMORROW WITH WHITE KNUCKLES

I twist and turn, in the darkest space, can't find my worth, as I numb the pain, I'm cold and I'm so afraid, that I'm too weak and I can't change

I've been buried alive and, I don't want to be here anymore
Reached out a thousand times for, a hand to pull me from below
I've been buried alive in, a world of constant sorrow
Reach down tonight and set me free...

Save tomorrow

Let me breathe again, show me where I begin, to find the will to change, before I lose everything

Reach down tonight and set me free, and I will follow



I couldn’t sleep I had to listen, into a conscience knowing so well, that nothing comes from indifference
I look inside of myself, will I find some kind of conviction, or will I bid the hero farewell, will I be defined by things I could have been
I guess time will only tell

I curse my worth and every comfort, that blinded me for way too long
Damnit all I’ll make a difference from now on, cause I’m wide awake to it all

Does anyone care it ain't right what we’re doing?
Does anyone care it ain't right where we’re going?
Does anyone dare justify how we’re living?
Does anyone here care at all?

So don’t let it be, before tomorrow comes, before you turn away
Why?
Take the hand in me, before tomorrow comes, you can change everything

We could be so much more than we are, oh this much I know



Are you still lost tonight?
Living but dead inside
This is a proclamation, this is a call to rise
Are you abused, alone?
Walking with broken bones
If you feel you've been forgotten, let this song guide you home

We are the disillusioned, we've been left wanting more, before every aspiration hits the floor

They tell you what you should be, they sell you the plastic dreams
Opinions are all provided, but nothing is what it seems
I dare you to take control
Cause empty are hands and bruised are the souls, of those who show no resistance, of those who are weak below

We are the disenchanted, who die with each passing day
No one here understands us so I say

How will it feel?
To live a lie, until your dying day, where nothing is real
As we sacrifice, bending until we break
It's been revealed
Hold on for your life
Dreams are not theirs to take

Hold on for your life, all we feel is so far from alive
The damned are done believing, and the cursed can dream no more
So hold on for your life, because only the strong survive

I said only the strong survive



These words are part of 'Buried Alive', 'Before Tomorrow Comes', and 'White Knuckles' by Alter Bridge, the best old-school new-attitude hard-rock band today..

These three songs resemble three stages: Problem, evaluation, and solution.

 

Friday, August 03, 2007

STEADY AS A HERO

Hi guys..
I'm really sorry I haven't been around lately
and missing some time with you all.
I've been gone through changes,
learning,
improvement.

Some things are changing,
some other are not.

There's a lesson I just re-learnt
that things are changing in different pace.
Sometimes change has a very slow pace
that at some point it seem unchanging
and become such a bogger.

Perhaps it's not just a lesson about the change itself.
Maybe it's a lesson about my own perspective.
To be patient
and -more importantly- to be steady.

Steady was
-and still is, in some (or maybe -you'd say- many) of my ways-
not.. me.
Moody.. once said to me.
No matter how often they characterised me as
uncertain,
unrelated,
and eventually.. unimportant,
there's always something elusive behind the character of mine.

Too many times I question why I linger as an unsteady person.
Is it my past?
Is it my environment?
Is it inevitable?
What should I do about it?
How should I change?
Should I just dismiss it and carry on trying to do my best?
How can I do my best
when there's an unsolved question that is so basic?
Or..
what?

Perhaps it is environment.

There's just no one that I can really relate to
in matters of background, activity, preference, or chance.
My parents -may they rest in peace-
were ill and passed away
far before I reach the point
where I got the urge to talk deep about myself.
My second family,
my relatives,
my friends,
my ex-girl.
There's just way too many factors
that made us walk our own separate ways.

One of the crucial factor
is time.
Everybody else has achieved that self-definition stage
while I'm still pondering around trying to match my environment.

Then as many time went by
I -unconsciously- built up this self-opinion
that I always around people who never really relate to me.

I got angry
but silently.
I knew who I am.
There's history that made me unworthy,
incommon,
unrelated.
It's why they just wont put up enough effort to relate to me.
But dammit..

I was ruining myself.
Lose alot of my future.
Got really ill for the first time and compromise my health.

That was the down of the very down of me.
That was..
history.

Now
through these couple of years
my future is rebuilding.
Wont be able to reclaim the old-amazing-future
that I've scrapped behind,
but this is a future.

Back to being steady,
I often recall what Aunt May told Peter Parker in Spidey 2,
when he was really bogged down by everything around him
and gotten unsure about what hero means,
then he came back to his roots,
that is his home
and beloved aunt..
"I believe there's a hero in all of us,
that keeps us honest,
gives us strength,
makes us noble,
and finally allows us to die with pride,
even though sometimes we have to be steady,
and give up the thing we want the most.
Even our dreams."
My quote to that:
"To be a hero, you must be steady."

Perhaps the most important hero is in every one of us,
that relying on someone else's
won't ever be enough.


To you all..
who's keeping up with me
all this time.
You know who you are to me..

With the very whole of my heart
I thank you..

Saturday, June 16, 2007

RUNNING NOSE

Yay..
Whew..
Progress,
as never before.

Intertwined feelings.
What to say, what to say?
I'm just like..
happy-confused,
excited-uncertain.

Most things that was me, or I thought was me, are diminishing.
This feeling,
losing grip on what I was for so long,
while reaching for something better.
I know it's better, I'm happy for it.
I just never gone this far from 'home', I can't help worrying.
It's like catching flu while the season changes.
Knowing that things will be different soon,
but the nose just can't stop running..

Thursday, June 14, 2007

RE-CAPTURING

Ow yeah..
It's been awhile.
I stumbled over some uncertainty, new ones (thank God, I'm progressing..), here-and-there.

Job..
It's been.. more demanding, less fun.
So far, it paid the bill (sigh..).
Can't complain..

Friend..

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

SOMETHING'S GOTTA BE MISSING HERE..

I feel better about myself
I face the day with smile
I stick to the schedule
I do my things
I did some good deeds

Hmm..

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

BAND MUSIC

Seems everybody's been in a band
anybody who's been a teenager in the late-eighties and the nineties
when disco was overran by rock-alternative
and rental studios plaguing the metro

Learned band music in mid-eighties
Genesis and Rush
bought my first record on tape
Bon Jovi and Def Leppard
loving the raw
Tesla, Soundgarden, Metallica
settled on the deep
Korn, 311
flirting with the counterpart
Michelle Branch

Drummer, that's the closest I got.
Electric guitar, I think, is one instrument with the coolest appearance
bought an accoustic one but failed on practice: no mentor and my fingers failed.

Electric bass and keyboard, I wanna reach them.
A drum set (and a place to play it without waking the neighbor) is my dream.

Never worked a real band, though I've played a gig once.
Never found enough of the same vision.
Once again, I was just the stupid drummer who followed the leading guitar.

Sometimes, I play a song or a whole gig in my head and with sony in my ears.
Sometimes, without sony, I make my own songs.
I can really play in my head, assisted with my muted mouth.
Another dream, to be able to compose those head-songs into real ones.
Maybe a band, or teach myself to compose it all.

These days
sony mp3 network walkman, practice drum kit, and electric bass
are my wildest affordable-dreams...


I'm thirty-something now, so why keeping these teenage-dream? As long as it kept positive, not as a wild unreal-fantasy, a dream can shed some light to this pale mid-life reality.

Monday, March 05, 2007

THINGS THAT BROUGHT ME DOWN

Wow
Have I been pouring lately...
And I may pour some more

I was unsure to release these
I was afraid
People will think that I'm all that
I rather share good times
The ups in life
Keeping my facade bright

But I'm not all that
And there's kinda people who respect that
As part of the ups and downs of life
That's the ones I'm trying to relate

So
It's raining...


The title 'Things that Brought Me Down' was inspired by Av's tour title 'Try to Shut Me Up' which she pronounced with her curious accent that I can't seem to get off of my head.

KEEP THE COMMON

Otherworldly
That's me
So instinctively I drift away
From the common and everyday

Anything but ordinary
Anywhere but here
I screamed
Muted

Now time's changing
I was late to enjoy it
Back while time's energizing
No one was there
To remind me
To keep my common
Because somewhere down the life
Common
Is what everybody appears to be

WHY ENGLISH?

It was music
That really fired it up
English
Multi-meaning simple words
Triggered my very curiosity
Related with
My out-of-this-world tendency