Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Lately

Lately, life has been treating me quite fairly. Well, except my job. I've finally gotten into an internal issue. No biggie, though.. I always dodge it.

Other than that, I got a very special client today. SAMSUNG Corporation from Korea and one of them is a very HOT guy. MY GOODNESS!!!!!!! He wears specs!!! He was sooo quiet. Initially he acted like an ass. He seemed to patronize me, he didn't talk much yet once he talked, I got a hunch that he must have studied overseas or something, given how good his pronunciation and accent is. Apparently it's true. He used to study in Texas for 5 years.

As we'd done with our business, we talked over coffee and that's when I knew more about him. I was so shocked when I found out he's 36 years old but still looks that bloody hot. AND HE'S SINGLE! *throwing confetti* Gosh, he's irresistible (for me). Bad thing is, he didn't bring his name card. After so many jokes, just about before he left, he looked at me and he said "CALL ME".

LIKE OH MY GOODNESS THERE WAS A FLASH MOB IN MY HEART MAAAAAN!!

But then again, HOW SHOULD I CALL HIM? He didn't bring his name card. However, when I told him I plan to go to Seoul next year he said "Call me". I said "But you didn't bring your name card." He said "I can email you".

YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!

We went downstairs, and he asked me to take a picture with him :)

That's the end of the story. I was happy and still am. Oh, I'm really hoping he will email me his name card. GOD I BEG OF YOU!!!!!


Another story, I like this pictures of mine taken yesterday by my co-worker in the office when we had no work to do and instead, we danced around and camwhored. (though I look fat on this dress :< )







Oh, one more.. I'm deeply in love with Teza's Voice. Since he was in Indonesian Idol, I idolized him though. Here is my favorite..




Teza, can I kiss your voice?



Happy me,
Dinda Syafira Zein

Friday, October 12, 2012

We Are Kind Of, Sort Of Dating, Maybe?

Are we supposed to be dating? Or are we more like good friends? Special buddies? No, not special buddies, that just sounds awkward. Hmm, maybe this is just about hooking up mostly. So like, are we one of those whatever with benefits type deals?

If you have to ask yourself those types of question, you’re probably treading in dangerous waters. When it comes to relationships or dating arrangements, details should typically be pretty clear-cut if those involved have unswerving sentiments. These things can’t end well with hesitance or indecision. And I know, some people say that they are just fine with strictly physical connections, but far too often those result in the development of feelings and one or both sides getting a shank to the heart.

Does anything break more young hearts in this day and age than the unclear, we-like-each-other-but-not-enough-to-put-it-on-Facebook, vague connections? So many people are involved in them and they’re typically unhappy and/or unsatisfied. Because the having sex, or hanging out together part only lasts for so long, then there’s all the time in between to think about wanting more from them.

It’s similar to when you’re spaced out driving and the green light abruptly turns yellow, but you’re too close to make a sudden stop and too far away to coast through the light easily. It’s uncomfortable as hell but the one thing a driver can’t do in such a scenario is continue moving at the same pace. A decision must be made — and a firm one, at that. When dating it’s the same scenario. A choice is necessary; either slam on the brakes and come to a screeching halt or put the pedal to the metal and power through quickly. Sadly it’s far more common to move forward indecisively and get smacked by love in the intersection, with the force of a semi truck.

So why don’t people stop when they know they’re in between dating? Well if we’re being honest with ourselves, it’s not because we don’t know what to do. In fact, we know damn well what we should do. The truth is you still want their attention, don’t want them to end up elsewhere, straight up hate being alone, or something of that nature. We’re weak, we’re in need, we’re in the moment — but most of all, we’re human.

Yes, it’d be awesome if we had knobs installed on our bodies that allowed us to adjust our emotions with a simple twist, but that type of technology doesn’t exist. It’s easy for and expected of friends to tell you that you should quit in between-ing. That you should sever ties and wait for someone who will fully value and commit to you. The thing is, they’re probably hypocrites. Not in a bad way, they mean well and are giving you the right advice, but nobody actually follows their own instructions — especially not when they’re so challenging to abide by. It requires a great deal of willpower to take the scissors, cut the cord and avoid ever having a relapse during a moment of weakness.

The other option is going full force and using sheer power to get to a point where you’re comfortable. This is hazardous too. The risk is there because some folks exaggerate and, to add to the “coolness” of their image, will take your genuine, heartfelt action and twist it into a crazy, psycho type story. I don’t know if there’s currently a word more overused by 20-somethings than “stalk.” I hear things like, “Ew, she/he remembered my favorite soda and then surprised me by buying me a bottle and writing a nice note to go along with it. What a stalker.” When did doing nice things and making an effort turn into stalking? Now nobody wants to put themselves out there. Nobody wants to try, at least not too hard, because they might get thrown under the bus and be cast in a super creepy light.

And so, because there’s probably going to be some struggle regardless of what is done, people choose to do nothing at all. It seems easier to just let things run their course naturally, and not stop or speed up the process any. This is why you see so many people uncertain about what they’re involved in. Some are mostly in it for hookups; others spend a substantial amount of time together but never take it to the next level. And then there are those who literally perform the actions of a relationship: dinner, movies, hugs, kisses, sweet nothings, sex — but no label or commitment. The openness of tag-less, promise-less connection is a killer.

Space and uncertainty leaves room for both parties to stray or other people to wedge their way into the picture. And when that happens, feelings get hurt, emotions are realized and bridges burn to the ground. So if you care about a person but are unsure whether they’re your good friend, best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, casual sex partner, cuddle buddy, unlicensed therapist or movie watching companion, consider yourself at risk. Whether you completely stop or go full force, you’re guaranteed to force some sort of change. But doing nothing and allowing a big, gray area to exist puts your feelings in jeopardy. If you don’t do something proactive to close or enforce the space, someone might come along and take that option away from you — which is far more excruciating.

I Still Think About You

Though a huge part of our largely-silent, post-dating acquaintanceship is based on the idea that neither of us have any interest in the other — that whatever happened between us is something entirely left in the past to wither and rot — I still think of you. I am not sure if that makes me the weak one in the equation (though I’m alright with it if I am), it’s just that the silence that is expected after separations seems too simple and, to be honest, too cruel. It’s as though a breakup of any kind means that whatever existed before is now somehow erased from the mutual history of both partners, never to be acknowledged again — and that just feels ridiculous.

And saying that I miss you wouldn’t quite be the right term, either, though I know that admitting you still think of someone you used to love immediately conjures up images of someone sitting alone in their room, listening to Death Cab or something equally emotional, and crying. I’m not crying. It’s just that, when I see photos of you or hear through the grapevine of something that you’ve been up to, I wish that reaching out to you wouldn’t be such an inappropriate step. In fact, it’s the whole “this requires a long, drawn-out explanation of why we’re talking again” thing that really confuses me — am I not allowed to ever consider your existence again? In almost every other aspect of my life, keeping tabs on things and remembering what was good is something to be praised, something that makes you an adult. Somehow, this is the exception.

What have you been doing? Are you happy in your life? The things that you always talked about doing as we lay together in bed, looking at the ceiling in that kind of dreamy, half-asleep lull of honesty — are you doing them? I want to know what you’ve been up to, I am genuinely interested about the turns your life has taken and the people you are now choosing to spend it with. Perhaps it would be inappropriate to ask, but who are you dating now? Do you like her? Do you love her? I know it must sound strange, but I have a hard time picturing even the concept of love involving you and someone else. When you create such love with someone, as you do in a relationship of a certain magnitude, the entire word “love” seems to belong to you and you alone. If you have chosen to share it with someone else, do you mean it?

Do you think about me? I know, it’s selfish, it’s childish. Nothing screams “immaturity” like wanting to catch up with someone only to shortly thereafter find out exactly what percentage of their life has to do with you still, but I’m curious. As much as I genuinely find myself thinking of what your life must consist of, it would be comforting to think that you have the same moments of reflection about me. Tell me that something as great as we were sort of echoes through the rest of your life, occasionally tapping you on the shoulder to remind you of a past that you so clearly left behind. Tell me, because the world would seem a bit too cold if it didn’t.

I have thought so many times about the implications of contacting you, of telling you simply that you’ve been on my mind, and waiting for the repercussions to permeate through the twisted groups of our mutual friends. It seems almost an exercise in masochism, the unbridled exposure of one’s heart with the expectation that, at best, the other won’t actively humiliate you. Don’t humiliate me. This isn’t some white flag with the implication that “you won” some unspoken competition — I would hope that our time spent apart has moved us past the petty distinctions of “who is happy” and “who is sad.” I would hope that we have both become happy enough in our own lives, and on our own terms, that joy is not something that has to be divided up amongst us. I want us to both be equally in love with our own chosen paths.

Yes, I am still curious. I wonder what has happened to you since I last saw you, touched you, whispered something in your ear. I wish that getting coffee and catching up like old friends was something acceptable for the two of us to do, and not something that came with a million implications about how desperate the initiating party must be. But, in the interest of honesty, I do wonder. I guess I’d like to know that your life has gone as well as I had once hoped it might, and that what you have become is something that you can sit with at the end of the day and be proud of. I knew you were meant for great things, and I want you to achieve them (even if I may have experienced a moment or two of selfish jealousy in the midst of our separation). You deserve so many great things, not the least of which is my honesty.

I still think about you, do you think about me?
--- Charlotte Green

Monday, October 1, 2012

Sebuah Perpisahan




Mencintai bukan sebatas menggenggam, tapi juga melepaskan.

Mencintai adalah bentuk keseimbangan dari memiliki dan merekalan,

Menggenggam dan melepaskan,

Memulai dan menghentikan.


Kadang merelekan dia yang herharap untuk pergi adalah bentuk dari cinta.

Ketidak-egoisan kita untuk memaksakan cinta itu sendiri adalah bentuk termurni dari cinta.

Apalagi yang bisa kita berikan selain cinta itu sendiri ke orang yang kita cintai?

Bedanya, cinta itu kita berikan dalam bentuk yang berbeda.

Mensyukuri dia yang kita cintai pernah bersama kita, adalah bentuk terakhir dari cinta.

Bahwa setidaknya kita pernah bahagia bersama orang yang kita cintai dan mencintai kita.


Jakarta, 4 Januari 2012

OUR PILLOW

on our silent night, we put our heads on a single pile of cotton pads facing each other. i saw your eyelids closed and i felt peaceful, for your hand leaned on my body, for your skin touched mine, and for your breath roared through your snore.

i moved my hand that resulted you to wake up. "the night is still young, i just want to snooze" you said with a queer voice. "isn't night forever young for us?" i questioned you. then you opened your eyes and stared at me, deeply. "should the world know that nights were made only for the two of us?", you said with a sweet smile etched on your face and soft eyes that were trying to open. i looked deep into your eyes and smiled before i turned my body to the other side. you grabbed me tight and kissed my shoulder.

back to you, i closed my eyes. i felt the warmth of the pillow with your smell lingered on it. it brought me back to the first night when i opted to let myself share this pillow with you and lived the night with our talks, our jokes and our thoughts. without words, i traced your story and you probably traced mine; without you knowing it, i encountered plenty of facts about you and possibly vice versa. lies were just those things between fear; admiration was just the thing between disappointment; and longing was just that thing between lusts. ignore the negativity, i convinced myself that i made a right decision. you weren't sort of stranger i was afraid of. you weren't like those cowards who could dump me away with something left unsaid. i told myself that you were exceptional, again and again.

but then again, those things got me questioning.

"what if i am wrong? will there come a morning when i wake up with such self loathing for what i've been believing?" asking me at heart.

i turned to you sleeping beside me and I asked,

"what if one morning i wake up with hatred of you inside my heart, for making my pillow doesn't feel this warm anymore?"

but you did not reply, for you were deep in your slumber where the night was still bathed with morning dew and others were asleep with you.


Commonwealth, 22/03/2011 5:59 am, for a fiction when insomnia ravished me.

Time to Say Thank You To 2011

Singapore, December 30 2011

Somehow, I never make any resolutions when New Year comes. I make resolutions on my birthday for a reason, to me, my new year is my birthday. However, let's embrace the new number in our calendars. 2011 is changing to 2012 in no time. A year went by. Memories were made. Feelings have changed and sometimes our life, too, has changed. For all the despair in 2011, I had so much meaningful lessons and for that, here's something as a closure.

My life has seen yet another year through and I would like to say thank you to 2011 for all the things that had happened.

Thank you to Sue & Kak Ryan for bringing me along and making it as my very first travel to Batam. It was a great celebration of Chinese New Year. The high tea at Shangri-La hotel was splendid, too.

Thank you for letting me visit Kuala Lumpur again. and for this time, I'm sending another gratitude for sending me Febrina Medya as a helpful guide. I enjoyed it.

Thank you for the awesome trip to Bali, Lombok & Gili Trawangan as my birthday present. It was a really really astounding and wonderful trip. I fell in love with Gili Trawangan and made a promise I'll return again someday. I sure will.

Thank you for the excellent job and the salary increment you gave me. I did enjoy my job, and still do.

Thank you for the adorable colleagues. Never knew they would make good friends, even better than my school mates.

Thank you for the affair. It was bittersweet but made me a much stronger person.

Thank you for the separation. I would have never thought that everything that comes in pairs is so precious until I lost one of them. I would have never noticed how important small things are, until they have suddenly gone. I'm humbly grateful for everything I have now.

Thank you for bringing him back to me. I still don't know whether I ought to say this but anyway, I was glad he made a comeback.

Thank you for a short time of Long Distance Relationship between me and him. It taught me many lessons, it made me cerish our companionship even more.

Thank you for, eventually, making the "LOVE" word exist between me and him. It was something I long to hear for more than a year. something that made me so convinced, happy and feel loved.

Thank you for letting me be closer to his family and friends. No matter what, they have a special place in my heart.

Thank you for the break up again. It hurt, extremely hurt. But who am I to get upset for something I have no control over? At times, to truly love someone forces us to be less selfish. And by encouraging myself to walk away and let him — who wishes to be free— go no matter how much it hurts, I gave him my love.

And thank you to you. for dominating this year, for the love, for the unbearable pains, for the irreplaceable loss, for your adorable friends and lovely family, for making me a much stronger person; you made a great partner. the only thing I'd blame you for is making me fall deep in love with you and just leave me hanging here. as you left me with no goodbye, I just want you to know one thing, that.. even if it fell apart, even if it hurt me, I knew the dream that once mattered had come true. I was loved by you. and for that —once again— thank you.

Thank you 2011, I'm getting you over and done with. Thank you for the fall, I'll get up twice stronger. Looking forward to a much more awesome year ahead. Bring it on, 2012!

Love,
DindaZein

Aurora Bersenandung Waktu

Toast Box - Changi International Airport, Desember 2008

Terisi semua topangan kayu. Satu miliknya tak bertuan.

“Permisi, ada yang duduk disini?”

Tatapan tajam dan raut mengartikan tidak. Maka disitu lalu ada nama yang terucap, untuk sebuah memori.


Singapore Airlines, Singapore - New York, Desember 2008

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking….  Emerald  Januardo Ceuster”

Menopang dagu, melihat nafas awan, tergores garis merah jambu di bibir manisnya sebagai tanda ceria.

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Dover,  Februari 2009

“so kiss me and smile for me / tell me that you’ll wait for me / hold me like you’ll never let me go / ’cause I’m living on a jet plane / don’t know when i’ll be back again / oh babe / I have to go”

Kidung yang tersandung dari irama sang pria. Membiarkan wanitanya duduk di meja kayu, memainkan hidung kecilnya, menatap mata sapphire nya, hingga mengecup halus bibir merah jambu.

“Janji untuk menunggu”

dan sang wanita menghasilkan rona. Beranjak dari duduknya, ia landaskan tulang kakinya pada punggung kaki sang pria. Lalu mereka berjalan berhadapan, mencoba perlahan untuk saling berimbang. Putih ceria suasananya bagaikan dunia tertawa untuk tingkah laku mereka dan raja di putaran waktu seperti berdetak sempurna, membiarkan detik berakhir makna.
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Dover, Mei 2009

” Dearest : Schatzi..
Mentari nila kah pagi ini? Atau hujan sudahkah bernyanyi? Mereka semua riang, melihat Putri Tidurku menyambut hari angka barunya. Jelang harimu dengan doa, nona. Dan aku hanya punya kamera ini untuk bakat matamu yang terlalu luar biasa, menangkap setiap adegan waktu penuh makna dengan ribuan cerita dan membuka seluruh indraku untuk memuja. When you look at me, your sapphire eyes capture me. For the more I go inside, the more there is to see the glimpse of hope.

The world is a birthday cake, so you have to take some some pieces but not too much. Just some pieces but the best and the right ones. Happy birthday, my lady. I love you more each day”

- E -

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Siloam Hospital, Agustus 2009

“Aurora? Cepat datang ke Jakarta”

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TPU Menteng Pulo, Agustus 2009

Jelita berkerudung putih beralih biru, kelabu. Seperti udara yang nian sempit, kilasan tak lagi bergurat rupa bahagia. Nyanyian Illahi lalu berkumandang hingga awan dalam dindingnya nampak bak perca. Adakah lalu semesta ikut berduka?

Bersemayam abadi sebuah jiwa dalam tenangnya. Aliran kasihnya tak pernah berhenti seperti merahnya darah yang tunai baktinya selesai di kehidupan duniawi. Sesalku hanya satu, tak ada dalam dekat ragamu saat nafas berhembus sengal. Tidurlah dengan sempurna, Emerald Januardo Ceuster. Memori tak akan membiarkan nama dan kasihmu luruh oleh waktu.
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Singapore, 4 Juni 2010 9:04 am
tegarlah Aurora, masih banyak lagu yang harus kau nyanyikan di panggung dunia. nyanyikanlah setiap nada dengan jiwa maka dunia nanti bermakna.
 
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