Puty's Journal

Waktu kecil, salah satu mainan favorit gue adalah Pictionary. Mungkin memang nggak sepopuler Scrabble atau halma atau ludo atau uler-tangga, atau Monopoly (ohh, how I miss those wonderful board game moments: main ke rumah Janitra, menganut “playing like there’s no tomorrow.”). Si Ayah juga kalau gak salah belinya pas lagi dinas.

Sebetulnya gue nggak begitu ngerti aturan yang aslinya (silakan kalau browsing-browsing di Wikipedia). Soalnya gue mainnya pas masih kecil, hehe. Jadi barbar aja. Tapi pada intinya ini adalah permainan beregu, dimana tiap regu akan dikasih soal berupa kata, lalu kata tersebut harus divisualisasikan dengan cara digambar, untuk nantinya dijawab. Jadi ada yang menggambar lalu sisanya menebak. Tentu pake batasan waktu (waktu itu box set gue ada jam pasirnya, hehe, lucu yaa).

Mungkin karena gue suka gambar, jadi gue suka. Biasanya kalau yang main lingkup keluarga, tim yang ada guenya sebagai juru gambar probabilitas menangnya lebih gede (gimana lagi, si Bunda kalau gambar anjing aja masih suka gue pertanyakan apakah itu anjing atau badut atau apa, heheh :P ). Dan yang seru tuh kalau soalnya susah, misalnya berupa action, atau sifat :P .

Sekarang si box set Pictionary punya gue juga entah kemana. Ada sih versi onlinenya di iSketch, tapi sepertinya lebih seru kalau ini dimainin bareng keluarga atau orang-orang dekat, ya.

Oh iya. Lalu gue menemukan ini:

Menarik sekali kan? :P

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(Dalam rangka mengenang favorite childhood board game ini, jadi tumblr gue, gue kasih nama pic.tionary, dengan alamat putyplayspictionary.tumblr.com.

Yang punya tumblr kasih tau aja ya, nanti gue follow :D )

The Half of The World I Can’t Understand
(because the other half I can understand is up on the mountain with Dalai Lama, or making beautiful noises in Iceland.)

What’s definitely the point of studying, if you don’t read, and you cheat?

What’s definitely the point of watching TV, if you know you’re too good for it?
(you switch on, and you insult the current Top 40 Indonesian songs with Malaysian melodies. You laughed about dubbed TV serial in Indosiar. You think the people are lame, and you are not. Then what? Who switches the TV on?)

What’s definitely the point of voting in general election, if you don’t bother to understand politic?

What’s definitely the point of being mean to people to get rich,if you know the tale of King Midas?

What’s definitely the point of telling people you believe in God, if you don’t appreciate the trees and mountains?

The Half of The World I Can Understand
(including me because I’m not the other half who is up on the mountain with Dalai Lama, or making beautiful noises in Iceland, yet. I’m planning to, though.)

What’s definitely the point of talking bad about people, if you don’t like them?

What’s definitely the point of criticizing the world, if you don’t give any solution, or save it in time just like Powerpuff Girls?

Me

What’s the point of judging, if you’re half autistic?

What’s the point of crying, if you’re sad everyday?

What’s the point of lying, if you don’t even have a truth?

What’s the point of asking, if you don’t want any answer?

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Kayaknya udah lama gue gak bercerita secara personal ya di blog ini. Well. Oke. Ini minggu UAS. Dan hidup gue diisi dengan batuan dan naik turun gunung. Tidak hanya itu. Ada juga Diana F+, jam tangan pistol air, cheesecake, Liga Film Mahasiswa ITB dan rencana-rencana membuat film, dan masih banyak lagi. Menyenangkan :)
And what. I recommend you this; the latest album of The Whitest Boy Alive; Rules. I heart this.

I want to draw. I want to use my watercolor pencils. I want to go to Gasibu and SHOP. I want a vintage leather jacket, vintage acid washed jeans and vintage floral dress. I want my pre-ordered shoes from Magick Potion. I want Oreo ice cream. I want to read ‘Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’ all day. I want to go to Dufan. I want to play with my Diana F+. I want to take good pictures. I want to go home and be with Ayah Bunda Zakki Oma and Mbak Yanti. I want cheesecake. I want 20 candles on my cheesy birthday cake. I want MEW to come here. I want a DSLR camera. I want to go to Jogja with LFM and bring the camera. I want to make movies. I want to write the script. I want an internship in British Council. I want to go to Japan and visit Ghibli Museum. I want a new pair of socks. I want to import my old blog archives here. I want to learn driving. I want to meet Acuy and Noumi and Ajeng and Wiena and Bina. I want Diana+ super wide lens. I want to write. I want to be children book author. I want to play on beach. I want to have external hardisk. I want to marry Sean Ono Lennon (kidding heheh). I want Indomie goreng dobel + telor. I want to keep my GPA above 3.5.

I

“Success is getting what you want,
happiness is wanting what you get”

Well, in this case, I want simple things I can get. So when I get it, I really want it. And as the life algorithm goes: I’m simply happy.

II

So what if we can’t get what we want?

Well, people say: “If you can’t get more, then want less.”

Then, I wonder why no one says: “If you can’t want less, then get more.”

I prefer the second one.

You know what, ‘getting more’ is not about being greedy or unlimitedly over-ambitious.

‘Getting more’ is about doing a bit more.
To work a bit harder, study a bit longer, sleep a bit later, wake up a bit earlier, pray a bit deeper.
To run a bit faster.

That’s what my father shows me about life.

III

Isn’t that the exciting part about life?
To want and run.