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Just landed in San Francisco

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January 2012
 
 
 

I’m back in Frisco again. Sweet, sweet San Francisco.

Me and my room mate were just talking over how it sucked to feel this way about San Francisco. My room mate’s originally from Hawaii, a Korean-born Hawaiian. I’m a Chinese-born Indonesian. Every time, every day, at any given moment, we would feel like, “What the hell are we doing here?” We can just f*** everything – the lease, the job, the work, and everything else here, and just fly home to our homelands. That’s how homesick we feel. But heck, a sign of growing up is to do what you got to do until you make it, whether you like it or not. So, we played video games for a while until I took a shower and blogging right now, in the middle of the night, at 2am, while in Indonesia it’s 5pm. (Why does it always have to be 2am?)

I don’t plan to change the current time in San Francisco on my watch. I’ll just keep this time because I know that in about 210 days, that’s the right time I should set my watch into. That’s the right time I’m keeping myself looking forward to.

In other news… Friends of mine are getting married this September! I have all the more reason to finish my studies by that time. Another couple who I know just got married are going to have their honeymoon here in the United States. Their first destination is going to be San Francisco (rolled my eyes), but I guess it’s a romantic place anyway. So we’re going to meet up next month.

In another news… It’s 66 days until my beloved’s coming over and we can escape from reality together for about 10 days. Yay! Reality still sucks, but we’re on our way to making it okay. Reality is good, provided if we make it good. Reality is good when I grow up to become a more mature person.

Since now I’m in SF, I can start my new running schedule. This one, remember?

I’ll stop blogging now and list all the things I’ve got to buy tomorrow to revamp my room, restock my fridge, and other miscellaneous stuff you don’t want to know. Plus, I’m going to watch the new Underworld movie tomorrow, plus, school will start tomorrow at midnight.

I’ll run this semester (and the next) like a cheetah. Watch me grow! Because I know the sun shines its light everyday for me :)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Muchaluva,
Stace.

 

Transiting in Hong Kong

 
 

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This message is for you. You know who you are.

 

Someone told me that the sun will rise every morning to shine for me.

I’m here to tell you that it will do the same for you.

 

I miss you! ♥

 
 
 

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Buh-bye Jakarta… I’ll be back in no time.

 
 

 
 
 
 
 

Muchaluva,
Stace.

 

12 kata “jangan” yg perlu dihindari

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January 2012

My mother gives me words of advice not only orally, but through BBM too. This one is recent, and I’d like to share the wisdom with you:

 

Steps of Power Thinking

 

1. JANGAN menunggu bahagia baru tersenyum, tapi tersenyumlah, maka kamu kian bahagia.
2. JANGAN menunggu kaya baru bersedekah, tapi bersedekahlah, maka kamu semakin kaya.
3. JANGAN menunggu termotivasi baru bergerak, tapi bergeraklah, maka kamu akan termotivasi.
4. JANGAN menunggu dipedulikan orang baru kamu peduli, tapi pedulilah dengan orang lain! Maka kamu akan dipedulikan…
5. JANGAN menunggu orang memahami kamu baru kamu memahami dia, tapi pahamilah orang itu, maka orang itu paham dengan kamu.
6. JANGAN menunggu terinspirasi baru menulis, tapi menulislah, maka inspirasi akan hadir dalam tulisanmu.
7. JANGAN menunggu proyek baru berkerja, tapi berkerjalah,  maka proyek akan menunggumu.
8. JANGAN menunggu dicintai baru mencintai, tapi belajarlah mencintai, maka kamu akan dicintai.
9. JANGAN menunggu banyak uang baru hidup tenang, tapi hiduplah dengan tenang. Percayalah… bukan sekadar uang yang datang tapi juga rejeki yang lainnya.
10. JANGAN menunggu contoh baru bergerak mengikuti, tapi bergeraklah, maka kamu akan menjadi contoh yg diikuti.
11. JANGAN menunggu sukses baru bersyukur, tapi bersyukurlah, maka bertambah kesuksesanmu.
12. JANGAN menunggu bisa baru melakukan, tapi lakukanlah! Kamu pasti bisa!

 

 

 

 

 

Never say never in life, because you’ll never know what can and what will happen. Cheers!

 

 

 

 

Muchaluva,
Stace.

 

Climbing the stairs

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January 2012

 

 

 

 

Sepasang pengantin muda baru saja memutuskan membeli sebuah apartemen baru. Apartemen baru ini terletak di lantai 72.

Setelah mereka memberikan pembayaran tanda jadi untuk apartemen tersebut, kunci apartemen pun diserahkan kepada mereka.

Mereksa sangat bersemangat. Sesudah mendapatkan kuncinya, mereka ingin pergi ke lantai 72 untuk melihat apartemen baru mereka. yang membuat mereka lebi bersemangat lagi, kondominium itu hanya terletak di sebelah kantor pemasaran tempat mereka membayar tanda jadi.

Mereka pun cepat-cepat menuju kondominium itu dan mencari lift untuk naik ke lantai 72, tempat unit apartemen mereka.

Mereka sangat kecewa saat tahu bawa sistem lift sedang diperbaiki. Tetapi karena sangat antusias untuk melihat apartemen baru, mereka tidak keberatan naik lewat tangga menuju lantai 72. Jadi, mereka pun mulai naik.

Setelah mencapai lantai 21, pasangan ini mulai merasa lelah. Karena mengetahui bahwa perjalanan mereka masih jauh, mereka memutuskan untuk meninggalkan tas mereka di lantai 21 dan melanjutkan naik tangga lagi.

Selanjutnya, mereka naik sampai lantai 45. rasa lelah sudah sangat mereka rasakan saat itu. Mereka mulai saling menyalahkan karena memutuskan naik lewat tangga.

Mereka bahkan mulai menyalahkan satu sama lain karena memutuskan untuk membeli apartemen di lantai yang tertinggi. Tetapi karena sudah terlanjur naik ke lantai 45, dan tinggal 27 lantai lagi, mereka memutuskan untuk terus naik.

Ketika mereka sampai di lantai 60, mereka sudah tidak saling bicara. Mereka berpikir ide naik tangga sampai lantai 72 ini adalah ide konyol. Mereka memutuskan untuk diam saja dan tidak berbicara mengenai hal itu lagi.

Akhirnya mereka mencapai tujuan akhir mereka, lantai 72. Mereka sampai didepan pintu dan mereka masih bisa tersenyum lemah ketika saling berpadangan. Sejenak mereka saling menunggu untuk mengambil kunci dan membuka pintu apartemen mereka, sampai akhirnya mereka menyadarai bahwa mereka telah meninggalkan kuncinya di lantai 21 bersama tas mereka.

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Kita semua memiliki impian ketika kita masih kecil. Tetapi ketika kita mencapai usia 21 tahun, umumnya kita mengkuti orang kebanyakan. Kita melepaskan impian kita dan menerima pekerjaan apa pun yang ditawarkan pada kita. Kita lupa akan impian kita.

Ketika mencapai usia 45 tahun, kita mulai merasa kecewa dengan kondisi hidup kita dan mulai menyalahkan semua orang, kecuali diri kita sendiri.

Ketika mencapai usia 60 tahun, kita mungkin tidak bisa berkata banyak lagi. Saat mencapai usia 72 tahun, ketika menyadari bahwa waktu telah tiba untuk berkata selamat tinggal. Kita mulai berpikir; Apa yang mungkin terjadi jika saya tidak melepaskan impian saya ketika saya masih berusia 21? Apakah kisah hidup saya akan berbeda?

*Dikutip dari buku Merry Riana “A Gift From A Friend”*
From M.D.E.G.A.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Muchaluva,
Stace.

Cool rooms with own pool

 

From Home-Designing.

 

Muchaluva,
Stace

What would you do if you have 4 wives?

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January 2012

 

It’s almost the end of January, I feel that it was just yesterday that we welcomed a new year.

A week ago, just like always, I accompanied my beloved to attend a faith group meeting. We share and discuss how we’re doing with our lives. They provide guidance for all of us to stick to our faith and never forget the love from above.

Last week, there was this one story the group leader shared with us, and it provided insight about our temporary human life here. It’s quite a popular story, The Story of Four Wives, which originated from Buddhist teachings. It really doesn’t matter what religious belief you have, but I personally believe that any of you can relate to it, as all roads lead to Rome (that’s a figure of speech; I mean’t one teaching, one God, one philosophy).

I retrieved this exact copy of the story from an easy Google search. Turns out it’s quite a popular story.

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.

The King’s 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her!

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, “I now have four wives with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No way!”, replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No! “, replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good! When you die, I’m going to remarry!” His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for help and you’ve always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!”, replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.” Her answer struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll go with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was very skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the King said, “I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!”

In truth, we all have the 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that will follow us to the throne of God and continue with us throughout Eternity.

I think there’s something in there, don’t you think? Then I found the Buddhist’s interpretation of it, and it’s called ‘Karma (The Four Wives)‘:

“In one of the Agama Sutras, the Buddha’s early sermons, there is a very interesting story:

Once there was a man who had four wives. According to the social system and circumstances of ancient India, it was possible for a man to have several wives. Also, during the Heian period in Japan, about a thousand years ago, it was not unusual for a woman to have several husbands. The Indian had become ill and was about to die. At the end of his life, he felt very lonely and so asked the first wife to accompany him to the other world.

‘My dear wife,’ he said, ‘I loved you day and night, I took care of you throughout my whole life. Now I am about to die, will you please go with me wherever I go after my death?’

He expected her to answer yes. But she answered, ‘My dear husband, I know you always loved me. And you are going to die. Now it is time to separate from you. Goodbye, my dear.’

He called his second wife to his sickbed and begged her to follow him in death. He said, ‘My dear second wife, you know how I loved you. Sometimes I was afraid you might leave me, but I held on to you strongly. My dear, please come with me.’

The second wife expressed herself rather coldly. ‘Dear husband, your first wife refused to accompany you after your death. How can I follow you? You loved me only for your own selfish sake.’

Lying in his deathbed, he called his third wife, and asked her to follow him. The third wife replied, with tears in her eyes, ‘My dear, I pity you and I feel sad for myself. Therefore I shall accompany you to the graveyard. This is my last duty to you.’ The third wife thus also refused to follow him to death.

Three wives had refused to follow him after his death. Now he recalled that there was another wife, his fourth wife, for whom he didn’t care very much. He had treated her like a slave and had always showed much displeasure with her. He now thought that if he asked her to follow him to death, she certainly would say no.

But his loneliness and fear were so severe that he made the effort to ask her to accompany him to the other world. The fourth wife gladly accepted her husband’s request.

‘My dear husband,’ she said, ‘I will go with you. Whatever happens, I am determined to be with you forever. I cannot be separated from you.”

This is the story of ‘A Man and His Four Wives.’

Gautama Buddha concluded the story as follows: 
‘Every man and woman has four wives or husbands. What do these wives signify?’

THE FIRST WIFE 
The first ‘wife’ is our body. We love our body day and night. In the morning, we wash our face, put on clothing and shoes. We give food to our body. We take care of our body like the first wife in this story. But unfortunately, at the end of our life, the body, the first ‘wife’ cannot follow us to the next world. As it is stated in a commentary, ‘When the last breath leaves our body, the healthy color of the face is transformed, and we lose the appearance of radiant life. Our loved ones may gather around and lament, but to no avail. When such an event occurs, the body is sent into an open field and cremated, leaving only the white ashes.’ This is the destination of our body.

THE SECOND WIFE 
What is the meaning of the second wife? The second ‘wife’ stands for our fortune, our material things, money, property, fame, position, and job that we worked hard to attain. We are attached to these material possessions. We are afraid to lose these material things and wish to possess much more. There is no limit. At the end of our life these things cannot follow us to death. Whatever fortune we have piled up, we must leave it. We came into this world with empty hands. During our life in this world, we have the illusion that we obtained a fortune. At death, our hands are empty. We can’t hold our fortune after our death, just as the second wife told her husband: ‘You hold me with your ego-centered selfishness. Now it is time to say goodbye.’

THE THIRD WIFE 
What is meant by the third wife? Everyone has a third ‘wife’. This is the relationship of our parents, sister and brother, all relatives, friends, and society. They will go as far as the graveyard, with tears in their eyes. They are sympathetic and saddened…

Thus, we cannot depend on our physical body, our fortune, and our society. We are born alone and we die alone. No one will accompany us after our death.

THE FOURTH WIFE 
Sakyamuni Buddha mentioned the fourth wife, who would accompany her husband after his death. What does that mean? The fourth ‘wife’ is our mind [or Alaya consciousness]. When we deeply observe and recognize that our minds are filled with anger, greed, and dissatisfaction, we are having a good look at our lives. The anger, greed, and dissatisfaction are karma, the law of causation. We cannot be separated from our own karma. As the fourth wife told her dying husband, ‘I will follow you wherever you go.’”

Let me have a little confession here: I’ve just deleted a very well thought-out paragraph that I’ve carefully typed, a really long one. I don’t think people will like to hear a sociologist’s point of view for such a humane subject. I don’t like to define things, because all of us interpret things in our very own unique ways.

OK. When I was first told about this story, the immediate perspective I gained was not about how each wife resembles these aspects of our lives, but a series of stages when a man, designed to be like god, transforms his human love from the very first stages of dating to the end of a marriage. I know – I’m naturally a skeptic – scratch that, a pessimistic person. I have trust issues. There, I said it. However, I so want to rely on others, desperately. So I went to God instead and I think it does solve my problems, but I’m still working on the trust thing on humans.

Anyway, I thought about how guys give all the attention you need, yet even more than that, when they first laid eyes on you. They give you everything you want, they go distances just to have a look at you, and they’ll do anything just to get a little bit of your love. During this time, a woman is youthful, beautiful. She is the embodiment of innocence, purity, thus the healthy body she has. You cannot deny looking at something beautiful, because it’s human nature. It’s like the Law of Gravity – you can’t deny that you can’t fly.

Then, after some time, she likes you too. She reciprocates as time goes by, as the guy showers her with flowers and chocolates and teddy bears, then more kisses and hugs and lotsa love. Whatever it is you’re working hard for, you give it to her. She gives thanks, and so you want to give her more. You want to be the best man out there for her. And you go out there, go to the furthest distances, get all the delicious food and prettiest clothes just to assure yourself that she will never leave you. You make her feel comfortable, secure; that someone able is taking good care of her.

But you’re still human. You can’t possibly energize yourself for so long without going through negative feelings, being down, tired and all. And with that big house you built for her, and all the materials you’ve comforted her with, she finally gives you an assurance. You’re confident that she’s going to understand your human-ness, she can’t expect you to be an unstoppable spirit all the time. She listens to you when you really need it. That’s when a man feels completely at home, because he’s embraced altogether by his great works, his good wife, and it all happens within his comfort zone. The woman then realizes he’s a good man, so she decided he’s a keeper. She would spend the rest of her life staying by his side, married to him, sharing this religious commitment to take good care of each other through sickness and health, ’til death to them part.

For the rest of their lives, he slowly but surely take her for granted. Her soul grew stronger through much patience and resilience with her husband, because she never gave up on the man and his will to become godly. We are all designed to be godly. He grew greedy, lustful, angry and all the other earthly sins he learned without consciousness. He go home to his house every night, knowing that everything is taken care of and he does not have to shower his caretaker all those flowers and chocolates and teddy bears he used to do anymore. In fact, he barely knows anyone is living in this beautiful house anymore except him and his ego; his unconscious mind just assumes that the house is that way from the very beginning, taken care of, just like God has taken care of us and we didn’t think of how our lives would be if there is no eternal caretaker around ’til the end. We grasp the momentary things, we forget the eternal bliss, we don’t look back nor do we look forward, and we grew to believe that our lives are meaningless.

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I believe that you, my reader, are just like me: You don’t want to be that husband. I, as a woman, don’t want to lock my Spirit inside a prisoner’s mind of our materialistic society and let it be inactive throughout my life on this earth. I want to keep letting it feeling active, ideally renewed every week, and rejuvenated once in a while. When we have the courage to give and share to other humans without expecting anything in return, I believe we’re showing our brightest light our Soul can ever shine. Somehow when you touch others and their lives, the whole world becomes brighter.

Then again, I am still dealing with my fears, trusting people and being taken advantage of. I was not raised by a Tiger mom. My mother broke a very simple promise once, which I think was very important promise to keep (at that time). I told her who my crush was. I told her how I wrote about him in my diaries and everything (I’m embarrassed to say the details), and she pinky-promised me not to tell anyone. The next day, and I mean the very next day, she told everything to her friend, who giggles at me and drops his name occasionally throughout that day. I was really angry, and I never trusted my mom for certain things these days (but of course I tell her the important stuff I believe she will never say a word to anyone). As I grew up, I began to realize that I do the exact thing to others, and that’s when I realized I’m human too. So I forgave her for breaking other important promises, but sometimes, the hardest thing to do is to forgive yourself.

In the end, all we can conclude from here is that we’re all just humans. The easiest way out is to end it all with a very cowardice statement: We are mortal beings who are limited in every way. On the other hand, we tend to forget that we can transcend ourselves when we’re wholly one with our Spirit. Somewhere deep inside, your instincts tell you that you’re capable of so much more than this. You have someone out there, up there, looking out for you at all times.

I don’t believe that our lives end here on earth. I never believe that eating good food, wearing nice clothes, looking good and building a good family is all there is to life.

Now, imagine you’re the wife. Even when you say the word ‘wife’, it’s like a baby’s saying ‘life’. We’re all babies inside. If I may quote Freudian beliefs, we’re like egoistic babies who love to whine about our current psychological (and perhaps physiological too) state in life, when actually it is precisely the cause of who we are, what we do, and what we believe in.

Maybe that’s why they always say, “Behind a great man there is a great woman,” because a wife’s role is so much more than a possession, an object, or anything static. A wife is an ideal – she’s an undying Soul, stripped off the earthly possessions, a worthy objective, a dynamite. It takes a big heart to make use of God’s grace to cope with that kind of husband and, at the same time, taking care of herself.

I guess that’s who any woman is intended to be, a daughter of Eve,a sinful woman, meant to turn around into a godly being. So does her man, and any man, for that matter.

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I think that there are some great lessons we can learn just from hearing the story of these four wives, which lives in all of us human beings. Obviously, we can go on and on with this discussion. My note out of it is to simply remember that there is an eternal being guiding us through our difficult times, so that we can lead a more thriving life :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Muchaluva,
Stace.

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