Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Quote Of The Day: 310713

Stalking. Sometimes can be annoying, sometimes can be so fun. In my word, it depends on how we control the emotions anyway. Just how do we take the positive impact and the negative impact, besides. I love stalking friend's account, and there is that I found:

You can break other people, even if you are broken. 
So don't be sad because you're too faithfully for love.

The most important thing is faithful to love itself. Because if you are faithful to "human", you can be skeptical when it hurt badly.


Friday, July 26, 2013

The Decision To Wear Hijab

Assalamualaikum,

Here I share story about hijab. I take in general point of view, not just for Muslim / Muslimah, it's to be understood by all people.
Hijab. Jilbab. Kerudung. Tudung. Whatsoever it called. These the meaning of Hijab that I put from Wikipedia source: 
Hijab (Arabic: حجاب hijab) is the Arabic word meaning barrier. In some Arabic-speaking countries and Western countries, the word "hijab" is more often used to refer to the veil by Muslim women. But in Islam, hijab refers to appropriate procedures of dress-up in religious beliefs. Dress-up, it means not only by the look but also the things that hide by look. I mean, about religious.

I was a little hurt by one of my friend who told me like that: "It signifies the character your hijab. today more and more women Muslim wear hijab, but their behavior is same as those people who do not wear hijab. Seen, the artists, they rushed to wear hijab, for them, the meaning of hijab was no more than a FASHION".

HEY, her opinion very very very conservative. The matter of wearing hijab is the duty of Muslimah. The matter "behavior" of those who wear hijab, it is NOT a part of the hijab CHARACTER. NOTE it!

Because I didn't want to extend our debate, I only wrote these in my twitter:

"Sorry. My hijab was not like a character. My hijab was religious beliefs."

and these too: 

"Covering is simple. But believing is the main thing. Selamat berbuka."

Bye!

Friday, July 12, 2013

"More Half Century of Ndalem Martanan That Shape Me and My Principles, as Bening Rahardjo". [PART 1]

This post is English translation of my post Ndalem Martanan and Me {PART 1} 
I aimed this to the readers outside Indonesia. Enjoy! :)



Bening Rahardjo, so that's how I call myself. My pretty first name (Bening) given by my uncle (mom's brother) when he was sailing. While my last name (Rahardjo) is the last name of my biological father. I use it after he died early 2009, I try to keep honor him as the biological father. Although since born, I was not with him, and just enjoyed a short meeting before he died. However, the blood relationship between father and daughter remained there even I get married. I declare myself as a woman who found independence in her life. I grow up healthy, Alhamdulillah, something worth and I'm thankful for that. Although in 2006, there was little disruption in my health. The disruption was so greatly influenced to my daily activities, which requires me 'must tolerate' my physical condition. However, I still thankful for all, as a form of personal affection from Allah Subhanahuwata'ala. A specialist who handle me always comforting with his jokes, though I think himself was too old, and more worthy of being entertained than me. First, before entering the operating room in mid-2008, with that condition, I was very submissive, even I dunno have the heart to say something to my mom. I was so worried for "life" because I really love my family. In fact, it seems I had turn my anxiety to God.

Before entering the operating room, I asked the doctor of anesthesia:  
"Doctor, if God was Great Creator in this life, why HE did not create a reset button to his servant uh?".

The doctor who actually had made ​​an agreement with mom, (because my condition is not stable) he was not sure that the operation will be run easily, then he answer my stupid questions with his wise, and this is what makes me always thankful for my health condition which until now unstable sometimes:
"My young lady, God has created a tremendous reset button in our lives, it's called the pain. Because without feeling pain, we will never change.."
I thought, what he said could be drawn generally, not merely in health issues, but also our lives. Yes, pain or pleasure in our life, all should be grateful. I'm really grateful to dr. Purwanto, Sp.An. which had given me the wise sentence, which very useful to form myself become a person who always grateful, optimistic and stay motivated.

I'm thankful with my life and all those who have accompanied me--I call them, family. Mom, a major woman who will always be honored in my life, which her limitations in providing the best education for me. The Grandpa and Grandma who prepared myself to face all the changes and face the hard life. All the wisdom will never fade during my life adventure to reach the goal, adversity and achievement. All of there which are in a simple and comfortable place, which we call Ndalem Martanan---is that all---were so fabulous inspiring. Without abandoning the past, they are still working hard to carve out the future. Their goal is to provide a place that serves every person to live in dignity with himself, there is no room for parochialism, or to act irresponsible and incorrect.

If a lot of people ask me, why it was like I forget my hometown. Why am I so arrogant to be able to socialize again there, like most people who are back home from overseas. Usually there is a reason why people do or do not something. For me, to live in the town, evoking painful memories of the past. Something bitter in the past, which will never be understood by anyone. At night I often could not sleep because of extreme depression hide away in overseas. It happens every time I remember my hometown, a small village with a lot of bitter stories in it. I do not forget anything, nope. Because Ndalem Martanan, where I grew up and raised until 18 years, I still love the whole. Although Ndalem Martanan located on side of the road that connecting district area, the building is still standing strong and being part of village. I also feel, while I  staying there, then I will not thrive. With all the character of parochialism in the past, I had deeply hurt, so for me personally it is natural that I become arrogant because of my pain. That's all the reason. For me, the residence of each person is in their future, not in the past. Various challenges are productive, fulfilling life and exciting. Then, why should they travel to the past that will only arouse bitter-sore of old memories?

I'm trying to forget the bitterness. Initially I failed. For example, this happened a while ago after I suffered a long period of depression. I feel cheated outright by a friend, just because of text sentence yes / no. Such angry, I threw up a very harsh sentence, as hard as my principles---do not be "dumeh" people (feel you are the most). And he feel very offended by me, and our relationship was not so good. Although I have tell him a genuine apology, even I explained the main reasons why that sentence was to be thrown away from me. But, no response. Never mind. I quite understand and tolerate it. I hope that will go better as before.  Obviously, this also makes a lesson for me, to be able to be elegant, realistic and no talk nonsense. Because people who educated and respectable, would not hurt their pride just for stupid words.


 

Monday, June 24, 2013

Forbidden Spots on Campus: Raifa and SKK (Part 3)

Once again, as I promised before, I'd tell you one story from my besties, Raifa. Still remember? In a previous post, I have mentioned her name. Still in the same location, but in different areas. That time, after we had class of evening english course and dinner, we did the same activities: surfing internet (and the place we choose is Balairung again. Balairung, still remember?). That time, because the table in front Hall was full, we preffered to sit "lesehan" (again) in east Hall. We sat on the end of east Hall, near the stairs (to the 2nd floor). It was 10 p.m., on the 2nd floor, there are still some employees who work overtime, but then, they walked across to us, they went home. Some asked us, "Why didn't you guys go home? It was 10 p.m. already" And our classic answer was: "We were still working on assignments, Sir/Ma'am".

Thus, the atmosphere of that night was not quiet actually, nothing else, but I thought the wind just bit strong to me. At that time we only brought one netbook, so we had to use it alternately. Raifa was the first, while I just sat enjoying the cool wind which blew that night. Suddenly, there was a cat that crossed us, and all its feathers looked up. Didn't know why, the cat looked at us quite a while. I just hummed, "What happened to the cat?" Ah, whatever....then the cat ran leaving us. A few minutes later, came a SKK toward us. I was already feel, for sure, we would be warn. And it was true.  

The SKK asked, "Goodnight, Miss? What did you do here guys?". 
As usually, we took a classic answer, "We were still working the task, Sir..".
"Did you ride motorcycles?" | "Yes. Sir.." | "Where you guys parked the motorcycle?" | "In sidewalk of Jakal (Jalan Kaliurang), Sir." | "Oh.. so that, be careful ya .. it was too late, when your assignments was over, you better should go home" | "Oh, ok Sir...we would more quickly" | "If you guys accessed internet here, your motorcycle should be entrusted on SKK post near from here. For more secure. Because here was quite dangerous, you know.." | "Oh, awrait Sir....thank you."

Then the SKK leave us, he was on duty around the Hall areas. 

Later on, it was my turn took the netbook, while Raifa just sat beside me. It was 11.40 p.m. A while, Raifa hummed softly (but I still could hear clearly). "Over there...were still people stayed? On the third floor?"

Then, she said.. "Why the SKK looked toward us Ning?" | Me: "Hah? Because we're still here, maybe ... didn't home yet....Hehe.." |



For a moment did not happen any conversation. I was still busy with my netbook. I still heard she hummed again: "What was over there....?" | Me: "Eh? What?"... (but I still focused on the monitor).

Subsequently, Raifa asked me: "What did the color of SKK's uniform, uh?" (at this time she looked at me seriously, and I looked her back....) | Me: "Um....blue, didn't it?" | (She looked at third floor again).....Approximately 2 minutes later, she asked me again (in this time without looked at me) "Did SKK Rectorate wore the different colors uh? White uniform?" | Me: "All SKK UGM in blue uniforms....which I knew...." (I didn't look she back).

Suddenly, she beat my hand, her face slightly turned pale.... She said with a high tone slightly....
"Ning, let's get home!! Hurry!!" | "Ah?.....but, I still......." | "Hurry up!!!" | "Why, Fa?" | "Ask for later! We shutdown the laptop as we get along here. C'on!!"

I went along, we went from there immediately. In front Hall there are still some people. When we were on the road, she did not answer. When we got to the flat, she told me.......................what did she saw there....

"Ning, seriously, this made me creeps. You should believe me. I really seen a shadow on 3rd floor." | (I still dunno understand what she said actually)... "What do you mean?" | "I mean, I saw a shadow there, on 3rd floor, and... she dressed in white, who knows, what it was. But, she saw sharply toward us, ah, I mean, tome. And, I thought it was SKK ... and..." (Raifa said rush) | "And.... what??" | "Ning! She was not SKK. I was quite sure, very sure. And she was not human!" | "Wait...wait...did you mean...?" | "Yes! The bottom did not seems clear to me. And her face did not clear, I mean a bit pale."


Okaaay Raifa... 
Now we're impasse. First you doubt my vision, now it's your turn to see what I've ever seen ... God is fair. 

 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Quote of The Day: 23 June 2013

"Warriors of light know that no one is stupid and that life teaches everyone - including their enemies..." 

                                                                      -

What Music Color Me Today: 23June2013

Kalo suasana hati lagi gak jelas, samar-samar terdengar lirik lagu om Katon feat bude Ute ini...



Gw selalu kagum sama om Katon, dari jaman SMP pas Kla-Project masih jaya-jayanya dulu. Bahkan gw sama si kakak berburu albumnya dengan senang hati, nyisihkan uang saku yang cuman gak seberapa, untuk beli album-albumnya. Entah kenapa, gw sukaaa banget sama musiknya yang syahdu. Bukan musik galau menurut gw. Sorry to say, jaman dulu belum kenal 'galau' like what people say lot nowadays. Musik Kla-Project itu berkualitas, terbukti sampai sekarang lagu-lagunya masih banyak disukai dan dirindukan pecinta musik Indonesia.



So touchable!!

Wound? Tears? Just Thankful to God :)

Hello world!  
I wanna share lil story, from my own. Hope it can be wisdom for readers. Happy reading y all!

Don't you think, someone who always looks cheerful, never have sorrow in his/her life. Don't you think, someone who always looks laughing in public, never feel the pain he/her keep.
Just like me. 

I'm just an ordinary woman, who always try to think positively. Always try to smile to everyone who comes to my life, always try to look cheerful in public. Indeed, that's what life should be like. Right? 

When people ask you, "Hi, how are you?" or "Hi you! So whaddya do?" And you answer it by "I feel so great". (Although, you keep lot of sorrow in your life). It's not a lie. It's part of positive mind.

I had lot of sorrow in recent years, but I should stuck with thankfulness. That, my life was soooooo beautiful. That, God was soooooo good to me. That, there was always positive thing in every wound or tears. Yep, I was soooooo good.

FYI, since 2008, I got verdict from the doctor specialist heart and lung that I suffered cardiovascular disease. (To know more about cardiovascular disease or heart disease click here). That made me should took heart medicine almost every day. More details, such as how I felt every time my illness relapsed (in our dictionary, it called angina), let me kept it alone.
Lost one by one person who I love in my life: my lovely grandma, my lovely grandpa, my biological-father, my lovely aunt, and last, 13 days ago, my "real father"... also made wounds for me.

After my father died, (I mean, now), I got sick. I was attacked by typhus, and then also known, there was little sediment in my left kidney. *sakit kok banyak amit -____- alhamdulillah yaa Allah :')* I think it's also due to chemical's accumulation from heart medicine that I used.

Until now, I'm still take the medicine. But first I had many years of taking medicine from doctor (generic), now, since my kidney in trouble, I turn to herbal medicine. No matter of "believe or not believe" in medicine, but more sense of secure (especially for the kidneys).



Well, that was my story. So, always be thankful for your life today, and your health, of course :')



Best Regards,


-as clear as you called my name-

Friday, June 21, 2013

TimNas INA for Seaba 2013



Buat kalian yang belum tahu apa itu Seaba? Jadi, Seaba itu kependekan dari Southeast Asia Basketball Association. Clear? Nah, kejuaraan Seaba ini ada yang for Men and for Women, yang diikuti timnas masing-masing negara, ada juga yang diikuti timnas under 18 dan timnas under 16.

Seaba Championship for Men 2013 ini kebetulan Indonesia diwakili tim ditambah tiga pemain Timnas yang dipilih untuk Seaba. Pemilihan Dell Aspac ini bukan secara kebetulan sih sebenernya, tapi Aspac adalah kampiun NBL Indonesia Season 2012-2013, so mereka lah yang mewakili Indonesia di ajang Seaba Championship tahun 2013 ini. Sedangkan pemilihan pemain tambahan itu mutlak keputusan dari head coach Dell-Aspac, yang dipegang oleh papa Rastafari Horongbala.

Oke, you wanna know more about The Roster Indonesia for Seaba Championship? check this list out:
1. Kelly Purwanto = pemain tambahan, the main point guard from Pelita Jaya
2. Mario Gerungan
3. Khalif Akbar
4. Handri Satrya Santosa, the great youngster :) *dia yang gw bilang mirip DK di Tokyo Drift
5. Xaverius Prawiro, he is the man!! *I love koh iyuuuusss!!!
6. Rizky Effendi
7. Fandi Andika Ramadhani, MVP Final NBL kemarin.
8. Bima Riski Ardiansyah, Mr. Top Score NBL this season = pemain tambahan, power forward BSM
9. Oki Wira Sanjaya
10. Wahyu Widayat Jati
11. M. Isman Thoyib, the big man.
12. Ferdinand Damanik = pemain tambahan, forward PJE juga

And this is the game list:

Peringkat 1 dan 2 selanjutnya akan lolos ke Fiba Asia di Manila.

Semalem game pertama, Timnas kita kalah tifiiiis dari Malay, tak ape laah..
kurang penyesuaian aja..
Next game, harus makin fokus!

Prastawa sih emang gak diturunkan, kurang tahu dengan alasan apa, tapi sepertinya dia masih disiapkan untuk SeaGames. Sedangkan Pringgo Regowo, sebenernya masuk list roster... tapi karena cidera-nya belum sembuh (dan dia totally main saat final NBL kemarin), sehingga masih harus take rest.
Pemain Timnas kita yang lain, Tony Agus (CLS), Arki Wisnu (SMB) juga masih harus istirahat. Ya wait for the guys, semoga segera pulih dan cepat bergabung! :)

Salam B'ball lovers!

Nyinyir: NBA champions

Ada convo beberapa temen gw di TL pagi ini yang bikin gw ngakak. Bahasannya sih gak jauh-jauh dari NBA Champions season ini.

Gw sih nyimak aje nih ceritanya. Abis udah panas dari awal game 1 final Spurs vs Heat. Salah nimbrung takut ditumpukin.. Secara mereka tahu gw fans berat Kobe n Gasol ;p

#Awal-awal game 1-4 kicauannye kayak begini nih saingan di TL:

M : Let's GO Heat
G : Gapernah seneng ama spurs seumur2 dr jersey cara main ampe pemain too bored to see.
E : Let's go Spurs! Beat the Heat!
O : Gak ada ampun! Spurs win it in overtime!

Pas udah game 6 kemaren, dah udah jelas siapa juaranya.. :

G : Kasihlah dikit buat spurs... :D
M : Mampus aja luuu
E : Dikit lagi! Apa-apaan nih!
O : Spurs emang lg edan perimeternya.


Pas game 7... baru deh jadi satu convo perdebatan mereka *gak lagi pake nyinyir-nyinyiran di TL bro...

G : "Ok. Fixed, Heat the W! Where are all the Lebron hater?? :))))" || and muncullah fans Spurs sejati si E : "GW JELAS GAK TERIMA!" || disamber noh ama M : "okay haters, now go fu*k urself" || disamber lagi sama O : "tunggu TAON DEPAN grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!" || M : "Sorry, taon depan Duncan pake tongkat" || E: "anjisssss...!!!" ||

Yang bikin gw ngakak adalah bagian endingnya ini.... muncul R  temen gw yang juga penggemar Om Kobe...
Tanpa berdosa, dia nimbrung di convo itu dengan kalimat: "Dari dulu.. bilangnya taon depan muluk...kapan juaranya sih bro...?"


WKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKA..... BLETAAAK!!

Dan dengan bodohnya si O jawab: "asli, kalimat lo ini kejam! :'( "
Hahahaha.....
Rusaaak rusaaak!! Orang desparate berat noh omongannya aseli nukik abis!

Salam, for Heat and Spurs fanatics, congratulations you both! :)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Everything Would be Switch On....And Switch Off....

Everything would be switched on....
and switched off....
like alive.... 
when the things come up... 

there would be time to go away...


 This post is brought to you by "My Father in Memoriam"



Eight days ago, precisely on 10 June 2013, my father has passed away.  

Father... very hard for me to interpret the meaning of that 'word'. For most people, would be easy to interpret that 'word', was not so for me.  

Since my childhood, I lived without a father figure. My biological father and mother divorced, even before I was born. My father left us. I didn't know for what reason, lately, when I was growing up, I could understand the reason. My mother never mocking my biological father, for sure. She always said that my father left us, to earn money for us.  Mom always took me and my brother to my father, every year, in order to connect relationship between child-their father. Although, we have never met him, every time we visited there. I didn't know why he never wanted to see us, even contacted us or tried to find us. All I knew, after I was teenager, my father did not recognize me as her daughter. That's it. But, somehow, mom still took us over there, looking for him, every year. Only disappointment that we found. We never seen his face, his picture, Moreover his address obviously.

Since that, I get a father figure from my grandfather. My grandpa has completed most of my soul that lost because nothing father figure. That's why I love him so much, like love from daughter to her father. And when he passed away, I devastated to lose him. It could not tell how did my feelings. Read my childhood story part 1-6 to know me better.

When I was young, mom married a man, who later became my stepfather. I called him, "pakde". I found a new family as well of course. I have 3 brothers-sister (in step) and 3 brothers-sister (siblings). I also knew 'a new mother' from my step-brother. Since then, my mom lived with my new family, while me and my brother lived with our lovely grandparents and aunt. I rarely met mom, just once per week, even, it was occasionally. Sometimes every saturday-sunday, me and brother visited 'mom's house' -- we tought that our 'home' was Ndalem Martanan (my grandpa's house). Our step sister-brothers were very good, they often took us away. But, I was going through 'far' from my mom. And, slowly, a mom figure 'replaced' with grandmother and aunt figure.

After my grandma died, my new family moved into my 'home' (grandpa's house), Ndalem Martanan. I felt 'busy' families, that made me happy. All were summarized one-by-one, I was strand day-per-day. I felt things I had never felt, child's jealousy, resentment, anger, sense of belonging, sense of happiness, sense of complete...everything. Lot of new thing, lot of adjustment, and of course lot of new problem. 

I did not hate my new family, or my step brother-sister, actually.  
Even, my big-step-brother was the one who taught me first to ride motorcycle and drive car. When I was in high school, he often drove me everywhere I wanna go. He taught me tennis and volley-ball. He was very good at sports and business. He also taught me to cook a delicious Java noodle soup.
Another one of my step brother, he was very funny. He loves clubbing very much. He was the first person who taught me to play guitar. Anyway, he often hangs out with his friends, but he never ashamed to go with me. He always took me to go to his friends (mostly, his friends were 'mafia' or 'something like that'), but he always protected me. Evenmore, if there was one of his friend who 'came up' to me (or declared that he fell in love with me), my brother would refused him out. It was because he did not want me to get stuck in the environment which he said 'too hard to survive'. 
My step sister always taught me how to design clothes, painting, making handmade, etc ... (FYI, she was a designer, she often held a fashion show in Solo-Jogja-Semarang-Jakarta). She was very tenacious in business, like my step father.

In fact, none of them were nasty to me, included my step father.. but I did not know why, I've always felt 'I was in wrong place' with them... See, how bad was I?

I did not understand my new family yet, even I was already 20 years. An immature age. Besides, after I was 20 years I met with my biological father (2 months from grandpa's died). I hugged my biological father for the first and last time. Anyway, after that met, my biological father died. Tragic. I never been hugged, moreover, how to wept him? I felt flat. Toooooooooo flat. Because we never been in touch and met, only once (and be the last one of course). Though, I would never separate from him biologically. How does not? Even in my last-name there was his name (binti Rahardjo). Great. (that was one the Greatness of God??)

But, last monday, when Allah Ta'ala 'called' my father-in step 'back to Him', somehow, I found myself very very badly hit!! Ya Allah.....it was Your plan, uh?
When I realized, I did not have a father figure, now I realized that ... I had a father!

So fast, too fast, exactly, for me who had just noticed him as a "real father" in my life...
A father who during his life, I never been thought 'he was there' for me ...
A  father who during his life, I thought only 'stoped-over' in my life ... 
  
In fact,  
When he passed away, I felt so lost and devastated...  
When I couldn't hug him again, I cried too long ...

Really .... I really felt the lost ...

I cried very deep and tried to be strong, for my mom and my little brother-sister ...
I even wanted him come back here, with us ...
I really deeply truly missed him Allah ...

But, Allah did Most Almighty, Allah created story that was soooo wonderful for me, for my family.

God still allowed me to kiss his feet, before he passed away. God still allowed me to whisper the word of apology and thanks, even though he was in unconsciousness. God still allowed me to say that I love him, so much, as my father, as he stayed with me during his lif ...

Thank You God, Thank You Allah Ta'ala The Owner of Arsy...  
You still gave me a chance to prove how much I love him as my dad, though, he was not my biological father, but he had always been there for me. For me, for his daughter....


I love you dad, I love you sooooooooo much...

Aku bangga padamu, karena engkau adalah hambaNYA yang selalu menjaga shalatmu.... engkau adalah umat Nabillah Muhammad SAW yang selalu mencintai sedekah... aku ingat, bagaimana engkau yang paling aktif mengajak kami shalat maghrib-isya berjamaah... aku ingat pada masa kecilku, bagaimana engkau berkultum saat bulan Ramadhan tentang "sirat al mustaqim"...

Dad... Dengan begitu banyaknya orang yang datang-berganti mendoakan dan menshalatkan jenazah untukmu, dengan begitu luar biasa banyaknya orang yang bertakziah hingga mengantarkan ke tempat peristirahatan terakhirmu ...

Insyaallah, you go away with khusnul khatimah... Amiin Yaa Rabbal'alamiin ...

Menghadaplah pada Robb Dzat Pemilik Arsy dengan senyum, dad.... We love you much.... :')

And we were grateful to you,dad... you gone set a precedent for us, your children ... that there was no limit between siblings or step brother-sister, we all were one family, we were your children ...


We love you, dad ... Happy Fathers Day.... 


Allah ... place him on Your-Side, on Your-Heaven, with Rosulullah SAW...

Amiin Yaa Rabbal'alamiin...

Our last family photo with our dad in last April 2013. He's in right side. (Too dark and little blur because I was taking picture from photo album)



You'll never feel the lost if you have never feel belong... 



*I hope this story might be an inspiration to you, just treat the people were near to you, before you lose it.
Salam.