Suwandi

Category: Life

  • Assumption

    One of my bosses has a favorite quote: “Assumption is the mother of all fucked-up!”. He repeated in many many many times. I like to assume. That’s why, comprehending his statement is one of the hardest thing to do.

    Hari ini, misa pertama saya di Bandung. 🙂 never done it before. I might say this St Laurentius church is nice,.. lovely.
    Nah, pastornya membahas ttg pretty much the same thing. Tentu saja without the word: fuck.

    Intinya, semua orang punya satu layer asumsi, prejudice, sebelum benar-benar menelaah pikiran dan hati lawan bicara (read: orang lain). It hits me. Kalau dipikir-pikir, sepertinya I (read: we?) tend to do so. We thought we know many things (if not all). And sometimes, when we are talking on certain subjects that we think they are in our knowledge domain, it is very very hard to listen carefully to others and to really really looking for new things. We thought: I know that. You don’t know.

    Hmmmm… Certainly this is something I need to fix. I am not going to be fucked-up.

  • Bandung – Semi-Relocate?

    Bandung adalah salah satu kota yang saya suka di Indonesia. Selain Bali, Pekanbaru. Sebelum menyadari pentingnya waktu, Surabaya dan Jakarta masuk dalam daftar kota yang ingin saya tinggali lama. Saya pernah mengusulkan diri ke rekan kerja di Surabaya agar dipindahkan saja ke Surabaya 😀

    Bandung ini berbeda. Modern, ramah, tidak begitu besar, tetapi tetap punya irama yang cepat (dan teratur). Ini sangat mungkin karena banyaknya anak muda yang ambisius, lincah, dan berkualitas di kota ini. Di sini, ada ITB, Unpad yg menurut saya pribadi sudah melakukan sebuah proses seleksi kecil dalam menghadirkan anak muda berkualitas.

    Ekonomi akan sangat dipengaruhi utk mensuplai kebutuhan mereka akan makanan minuman (I love it!), kesempatan ekspresi diri, relaksasi. Dan tentunya semuanya within budget! (Best thing).

    Ekonomi paling penting di sini tentunya adalah pariwisata, beda dengan Jakarta dan Surabaya yg mengandalkan sektor finansial, manufaktur.

    Kedua hal ini ditambah dengan suhu yang beberapa derajat lebih rendah membuat Bandung kota yang sangat amat layak ditinggali.

  • Sumba, an island far far away

    Had a conversation last night with a girl from Sumba. A short and interesting conversation about her hometown. They, according to this 19-year old girl, eat not with meat or egg or veg, they mix rice with corn, and then cook it just like how we cook our rice and then eat only that. Some of the corn are for pigs.

    They don’t have electricity, so they use “pelita”, (read: candles), and for the rich families they use generator. There’s only few houses that have electricity from PLN. When I asked about telecommunication, some of thme (including this girl) posses the luxury of mobile phones. But, they have to walked 90 minutes to a hill! I don’t even remember where exactly Sumba is in the map. I then realized what a great country Indonesia is. I can communicate with this girl using our own language: Bahasa Indonesia. I can trade with her with our own currency: Rupiah.

    Thinking about Sumpah Pemuda and our Founding Fathers, don’t we all agree the whole concept of Indonesia is way beyond our own imagination. Sent from mobile phone.

  • Approaching the End of Life, A Note from Critical Care Unit.

    We’re all approaching the opposite end, aren’t we? Born with laughter, when joy was all around. But as we’re growing further, taking life for granted, laughing at life, taking everything personal,…suddenly here we are at the very end of life tube.

    This is a death row. The only row we are at!

    When we’re approaching the end, the question is always “what is next?”. So, what is next?

    What this life is all about? What kind of emotion matter? What is with all the hate and love? We’re vanishing… Do you remember the time you yell at your parents when they didn’t give you what you wanted? Do you remember the one time where you cheated your friend?

    Do you remember the few times you bad mouthing others? Or the time you embarassed others?

    So, what is next? What this 24 hrs a day is all about? What deed and what evil matter? Why were we here at the very first place? Were we meant as a joy to others? And now we are their sadness?

    What a life. Life is once, live it.

    Cheers! Written in a Critical Care Unit
    Sent from mobile phone.

    Don’t know where I am, don’t know where I’ve been
    But I know where I want to go

    (Taken from ‘The First Day of My Life’)

  • My Full Name: Revealed!!

    It’s been a “while” that people ask me about my FULL name. Either for curiousity, or for something as important as whether to let me pass the immigration gate or not. I got troubled everytime I enter Singapore, I always need to be interviewed by immigration officers in a small room, under pairs of staring eyes.

    Now I think it’s best to come up with one!

    My last name is Suharno, my father’s. And not only that, my middle name is now SSCX. 😀
    Sent from my mobile.

    Don’t know where I am, don’t know where I’ve been
    But I know where I want to go

    (Taken from ‘The First Day of My Life’)