To Life !!!. No matter what Nutrilon says……..

No reason to turn our back on life , this journey has to be filled with trillions of colors, a bucket of gold, and hundreads of homeruns,. Flashlight of a thousand cameras blinds negativity. Said Yes to everything, to everyyything, to broke those criticism and prove a point, no holding back, to running hundreds kilometers of sand and gravel, to sing bad notes to the top of your lung, to chase a hurricane, blanket with the storm, to find the perfect moment knowing there is no perfection, to capture those precious moments with a smile, to make Giants becomes midgets and midgets become Giants. To call on your soldiers in waiting in the barracks, to live life like you love life. To come home from war, To be on top of the world, to withstand  the tsunamis of life, and still standing and become an anchor for others. To run to nature like it is our long lost playground, to explore the impossible when everyone said you can’t. to feel it like Bob Marley and roll away like Rolling Stone, to turn your anger like Eminem and laugh like an innocent child. Life is an adventure, no matter what nutrilon says about it….to be a broken piece and comes back stronger than ever, to sleep as sound as a bear and be vigilant fair. Don’t need those scars anymore, leave them behind and come home to what you thought is gone. To Life.

From The World Of The Cubicle

The new years is coming, and everything that is 2011 comes to an end. there is a new spirit that builds inside me in this last few days, largely because of constantly looking at the 8 month’s old replica of me, or maybe i should say the 8 month old replica that is much more handsome than me hahaha….time flies so fast, he’s 8 months now, wow, believe it, i guess we can only realize something if we give a time to reflect on it, 8 months flies just like that, from the first time the water broke at 5AM in the morning, to 3 Days of tireless waiting, to the first moment i heard him makes a sound and the first time he looked at me, to the times where friends and family comes to share the happiness (truly grateful for everyone that did came :)), to the day he said hello daddy, to expanding the house, quit my job, move to another job, and finally settling here in this desk waiting for another opportunity to be confirm. soon enough the 8 month’s old will come running at me, grow taller than me. and for him to be able to do so, depends on me. This notion suddenly surge this last few days, not that i’m ignoring it for the last 8 month, but with the things that happens so quickly left me no room to think and rather just do. 

So in that regard, time is the essence, for i have a dream like any other parents in their right mind, to give the best we could possibly give, of wisdom, legacy, character and fortunes beyond financial terms to this little me. ….will update some more later…need to get back to work..lunch break is over..

Lyrics To Think About

Into My Arms - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

“Into My Arms”

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms 

Before You Die..

Before you leave this world. Don’t forget to find more smiles than you make money, don’t forget to make more money than you spend, don’t forget to spend more for things that matter, more than the things that don’t. Don’t forget about the kindness people give, more than the pain they caused. Don’t forget about the pain also, cause you may not appreciate kindness more.Don’t forget about these words also more than you forgot anything else, cause in the end before you close your eyes, it’s the simple things that matters.

I Really Don’t Know Life Session.

It is the faith in the road we take

It is the faith in the road we take that becomes our legacy, This is what my father taught me and this is the best inheritance he’ll ever gave me. To be different where so many people said otherwise, to be in a position and choices where so many is not. 

To my son Enzo, your name holds the best of things i’m privilege to encounter up until now in life, Just like your grandfather was whispered my name on the day i was born, so was your name, it was whispered to me on a dark calm night, Cartan was given by your mother on the intention of joining both my name and your mother’s name into one, so hopefully we will always be in your life. Prawira comes as an honour for your grandfather, who only not in his work, he’s also a soldier in his life, the choices he made and the principal he holds was inspiring, for which i’m hoping to be passed on to you, the java origin of the name was also my respect to the place i was born and the culture that also raised me trough my childhood, for which i am grateful to be raised that way . Hamonangan is a respectfull placement of your late grandfather’s name onto you . Because your indeed a victorious moment in my life just like him, your grandfather. It is also one of the only thing i can do for him, for i have not given him much to be proud about. so i’m hoping with this he could actually smiles somewhere up there.

Just like your grandfather decided not to bring the name that was given by your great grandfather from your mother side, somehow i  should too, So it is in the faith of the road i take, may the name we have given you, your mother and i, will be the reminder on how life is made by choices, vision, and dreams. For i have dream your name. God Bless you Always.

Your Dad.

Kembali Ke Asal

Setelah sekian lama dalam masa hiatus dari kegiatan sederhana merangkai kata, terlebih disebabkan oleh terkikis nya keyakinan saya akan kekuatan menulis atau efek yang dapat ditimbulkan nya, here i am, back again, putting alphabets into words, and words into sentence, and hopefully sentence into meanings. 

Time is also a factor on why writing process seems to be a redundant activity,the past few weeks, time is consume around things such as preparing the life of a new born, i haven’t really dive deep in preparing myself into the whole parenting things, but just in two weeks i probably learn a lot more than a whole year reading parenthood magazine. 

But that is not the point once again of the real reason i’m back on the keyboard, in the middle of the night, hitting the buttons. Kembali ke asal, sesuai judul tulisan ini, dimaksudkan untuk menjadi headline dari cerita dimana saya kembali, back to the things i love, yang bermula dari kebosanan akan rutinitas, yang berubah menjadi tedensi skeptisisme akan segala hal, lalu kemudian naik tingkat lagi menjadi keacuhan akut, yang berujung pada depresi semu, intinya - terjebak dalam lingkaran neraka keraguan eksistensialisme. i know i’m not the only one here, probably half of the world population feels the same way that i do at some point, the darnest things is that it comes more often for me. But hey, Himalaya belum di daki, Kaki belum dibasuh air danau kilimanjaro, dan tubuh belum menari salsa di sebuah kedai minum somewhere in mexico sambil terintoxikasi tequila, there is a whole world out there not yet traveled, not yet experienced and kindness not yet spread enough. 

Mungkin ada satu penyebab pasti dimana seseorang bisa masuk kedalam jebakan lubang keraguan eksistesialisme, sebuah penyakit dengan gejala-gejala yang sudah disebutkan diatas, penyebabnya yang paling mudah terlihat, bahkan dengan kasat mata adalah tidak adanya sasaran atau tujuan atau GOALS. sama seperti pertanyaan kebanyakan orang mengenai permainan sepakbola dimana ada 22 orang dilapangan berlarian mengejar bola selama 90 menit lebih hanya untuk memasukan nya kedalaman gawang lainya, “ngapain rebutan bola satu biji, kan bisa beli ditoko”, penyataan yang ignorant dari mungkin orang yang ignorant juga. Pernyataan tersebut sama saja dengan semi statement - semi question = ngapain berjuang dalam hidup kalau nanti mati juga. Guoblok bener pernyataan nya. Untungnya saya masih bisa keluar dari kegoblokan itu. 

Jadi mau dibawa kemana kaki berjalan, kalau hati tak ingin bergerak?. Put your heart to something you love, and it would be the greatest thing if the things you love ,can love you back.

LETS MOVE!!!.