Puty's Journal

Itu adalah salah satu quote nasionalis (walaupun dari negeri kapitalis :P ) oleh John F Kennedy.
Kira-kira artinya: jangan berharap negara memberi kita sesuatu, tapi mari lakukan sesuatu untuk negara kita.

Oke. Mengangkat isu bom di Mega Kuningan kemarin, sebetulnya ada hal-hal yang gue nggak begitu mengerti. Entah kenapa gue merasa bahasan orang-orang yang gue denger adalah soal Manchester United yang batal dateng ke Indonesia, atau kalau dari temen-temen gue, banyak yang mengkhawatirkan apakah ada artis yang jadi urung main di Java Rockin’ Island. Sepertinya sense of humanity kita makin luntur ya. Atau memang kita udah terbiasa sehingga korban jiwa 9 orang terdengar biasa aja?

Hal lain yang malah terdengar lebih heboh adalah dimana hampir semua orang Indonesia di Twitter menambahkan merah-putih di avatar mereka. Termasuk gue. Hehe. Nice. Seems like really we are longing for our upcoming-in-two-weeks-or-more independence day. Tapi lagi-lagi gue nggak begitu paham kenapa orang-orang jadinya begitu senang menambahkan #indonesiaunite di update twitternya. Memang kalau #indonesiaunite jadi ada di trending topics twitter, terus kenapa? Are we that desperate to show our unity in twitter world? Do the terorists even tweet?

Oke. Lagi-lagi gue terdengar skeptis dan sinis. Hehe, maaf deh. Tapi seriously, gue memikirkan cara lain untuk menunjukan rasa cinta sama negeri ini. Yang lebih niat ketimbang ngespam di twitter dengan nambahin #indonesiaunite, dan lebih gampang daripada memenangkan medali emas di olimpiade fisika internasional. Diantaranya adalah gue akan:

1. Memperbanyak memakai batik, kalung wayang, atau angklung.
2. Memperbanyak belajar budaya Indonesia (sebetulnya gue sangat ingin belajar seni wayang kulit loh. Menurut Bude gue, tiap bentuk profil wayang itu ada maknanya. Menarik banget kan?)
3. Mengoleksi kartu pos gambar Indonesia, lalu gue kirim untuk postcrossing :) Biar orang-orang dari ujung-ujung dunia melihat eksotisme Indonesia.
4. Oh iya. Dan gue akhirnya memutuskan untuk membuka blog baru, untuk belajar menulis yang baik dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Ada di cerita.dalambahasa.byputy.com. You may stop by there :)

Biar kecil, tapi lakukan sesuatu untuk negara kita. Mengutip Kennedy sekali lagi:

And so, my fellow Americans Indoensians, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.

There she is. With the thought that she’s smart Barbie doll, with great fashion taste and a troop of fans; stalking on and talking about her.

But for me, there’s nothing special about being famous.
When people are around without any intention to be friends.
When people care about what happen in your life without any intention to help.

All I saw was the sight of better form of poverty. I call it ‘better’ because all went in colors and not really bad that flies and cockroaches were visibly in the middle of everywhere. No it wasn’t that bad at all. Only all were cheap and suck. Like cheap glittery t-shirt or cheap high heels. Cheap make-up and cheap straight hair. Cheap dream and cheap chit and chat.

What I saw was reality. And it made me more cynical about it. Reality that we are poor people, from poor country, with poor surroundings, and how we are really poor about everything.

The tales of two cities bother me everytime I go to the third one. Like I have to spin around and pretend that I’m a sea starfish. I don’t know how they built the tower, and the wall, while they also built the garden, and the playground. How they made such straight roads while they made right and left turns How they climbed up the sky so we can use the elevators now. They keep to much secret from me and every homeless guy on the lightless streets. They never tell us the code and the poetry. They let us wonder forever.