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niconovito: 積ん読 hits too close to home. (Via @michaelwhitney)

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:10:19 +0700

niconovito:

積ん読 hits too close to home.

(Via @michaelwhitney)

popculturebrain: ‘Finding Dory’ Logo | Hitfix Yes.

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 00:22:51 +0700

popculturebrain:

‘Finding Dory’ Logo | Hitfix

Yes.

It’s such a pleasure to work with these amazing and...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 03:03:04 +0700

It’s such a pleasure to work with these amazing and talented bunch of people. Thank you so much, sahabat alam!

Hanya sepenggal dialog di masa lampau yang mendadak relevan.

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 05:24:08 +0700

Iyo: Om, kapan sih orang tipe I bisa jadi teratur dan detail seperti orang tipe C?
Om Sapta: Ketika kredibilitas dia sedang diuji.

2013 Magic Moments - Part 1

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 03:11:00 +0700

I have to say that so far, 2013 has been magical. Here are several key moments that defined my first two months of this amazing year. I’m very sure that the rest of the year will be more awesome!

—-

The moment when…

…I climbed the stairs of Borobudur temple at 4 in the morning, then sat alone in silence while watching the sky changed its colors.

…I saw my designs being wore and brought everywhere in form of T-Shirts and book covers for Indonesia’s most prestigious debating tournament.

…I slept in Changi Airport’s floors for a night.

…I watched Real Estate playing their hit-single “It’s Real” during sunset, with a purple and orange skies above me, and a full moon hanging on a distance. Suddenly, somebody blew some bubbles to the air and everything turned even more surreal.

…I almost fell asleep in a moving shuttle bus that strolled around the coastline of Sentosa island.

…I spent endless nights in various cafes with my best team mates to compile a 20-pages marketing plan that was all based on theories I learnt from branding blogs, plus a little hint of bullshit.

…I presented the paper with my two dazed, shocked, and confused team mates after we convinced ourselves that our team were not going to make it to the finals of that competition. Turned out, we made it.

…I received my first ever achievement in college. Nuff’ said.

…I presented that very same paper (again) but in front of a totally different audience: the Board of Directors of one of Indonesia’s leading pharmaceutical company.

…I had one of the most fun debating experience ever with my newfound family: Student English Forum ITB. We had several karaoke sessions, and some unforgettable misadventures.

…I fell asleep while driving at night, almost hitting a small police station, but fortunately woken up by a very minor “scratching” accident with a red sedan.

…I talked about God and afterlife in a private karaoke room with some of the brightest people that I’ve ever known.

…I learnt Statistics together with 15 or more friends, teaching each other and vice versa. Surprisingly, this two-days sessions helped THAT much.

…I taught some basic knowledge on Business Communication in a class full packed with my peers, willingly listening to my limited knowledge.

…I got several thank you(s) for the short sharing session. That made my life worthwhile.

…I tried too hard on a Muay Thai class and then continued with an interesting discussion over plates of Konro Ribs.

…I splurged on some expensive Korean food that ignited an awesome, endless laughter session for almost 5 hours.

…I remembered all those small details tonight, then writing them down on Tumblr at 3 am in the morning. Suddenly, I can’t thank Him enough for letting all these good things to happen in my life.

—-

For those of you who experienced the things I mentioned above along with me: thank you. Without your presence, those moments will never be as magical as they were. I do hope that we’ll experience more and more magical moments as this year pass by.

Up next: UADC in Manila, (hopefully) directing a part in this year’s Oddisey, and several other competitions as well. Hopefully, to close this amazing year, I can join Worlds University Debating Championship in Chennai, India (If that’s not too much to ask for).

See you in the second part of the Magic Moments series, inspired by my bestfriend’s Tumblr post.

Have a nice Sunday, y’all.

Good dawn!

The A Team - Scott Hoying, Kina Grannis, Kevin...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 00:46:43 +0700

The A Team - Scott Hoying, Kina Grannis, Kevin “K.O.” Olusola (Ed Sheeran Cover) (by scotthoying)

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Yup, it does crumble like pastries. Your smile.

To Whom It May Concern:

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 10:33:48 +0700

In the month that’s supposed to be filled with love, I just want to say that I can’t wait to meet you, as soon as possible. Please be my Valentine, will you?

popculturebrain: Poster: Iron Man 3 | IMP Holy frikkin shit...

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 18:06:04 +0700

popculturebrain:

Poster: Iron Man 3 | IMP

Holy frikkin shit this is awesome.

On infinite repeat. A hangover that’s gonna be hard to...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 23:21:53 +0700

On infinite repeat. A hangover that’s gonna be hard to cure.

Four Consecutive Amazing Weekends in January 2013.

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 11:31:44 +0700

4 - 5 - 6 January 2013

Birthday trip in Plataran Borobudur and MesaStila, Magelang with both parents.

11 - 12 - 13 January 2013

Hosting and Adjudicating in ITB IVED 2013 along with other Student English Forum ITB members. Broke as the 12th best adjudicator, adjudicated the semi-final round as well.

18 - 19 - 20 January 2013

Marketing Plan Competition 2013 in Prasetiya Mulya Business School with Bhatara Gana. Had amazing branding insights from several experts and lots of new experiences as well.

25 - 26 - 27 January 2013

Laneway Festival 2013 in Singapore with Adhi Waluyo. Nuff said.

My life’s awesome. This month rocks.

nevver: The Nature of Ambition

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 01:19:45 +0700

nevver:

The Nature of Ambition

XIX.

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 23:54:16 +0700

Sepertinya sudah menjadi tradisi bagi saya untuk menulis sebuah kontemplasi ulang tahun. Tanpa terasa, hari ini saya telah menginjak usia sembilan belas. Angka terakhir dari keluarga -belas, sebelum naik menjadi keluarga -puluh. Tidak ada yang istimewa dari sembilan belas. Tidak ada KTP baru, atau larangan minum dan merokok yang dicabut. Tidak ada pula seremoni atau selebrasi yang dihiasi topi warna-warni. Tapi, kenyataan pahit menghadapi status “kepala dua” juga belum perlu dirasa. Maka itu, tahun ini adalah kesempatan terakhir bagi saya untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal pada masa kanak-kanak. Setelah ini dan selanjutnya, saya harus menjadi dewasa. Mau tak mau, suka tak suka.

Selama setahun kemarin saya tersadar akan betapa beruntungnya saya, memiliki sekumpulan manusia di sekitar saya yang mau menerima saya apa adanya. Mereka memilih untuk berdiri di belakang saya, dalam sulit dan senang. Keberadaan mereka tentu merupakan penerang bagi jalan kehidupan yang berkelok layaknya labirin. Tahun lalu, saya hampir kehilangan arah. Saya sempat tersesat dan melupakan tujuan-tujuan saya, kebiasaan-kebiasaan lama saya. Saya merasakan perubahan yang terlalu cepat, terlalu drastis. Layaknya membohongi diri sendiri.

Walau begitu, saya belajar bahwa itu adalah proses untuk menjadi dewasa. Sebuah proses menyeimbangkan keinginan untuk menjadi diri sendiri, dan menjadi seseorang yang lebih baik. Proses membaurkan diri dengan lingkungan tanpa kehilangan prinsip dan tujuan. Proses menambah dan mengurangi kebiasaan, sesuai kebutuhan. Proses bernegosiasi dengan mimpi-mimpi dan harapan. Proses meningkatkan sensitivitas terhadap segala perbuatan serta perkataan.

Kini, ketika sudah tidak ada lagi perempatan yang harus dilalui, jalanan saya telah mulus. Pilihan-pilihan besar telah diambil. Jalan hidup dan tujuan saya akhirnya semakin diperjelas olehNya: menekuni semua hasrat saya dalam bidang pemasaran dan periklanan. Sarana untuk melakukannya juga telah dipilihkan. Yang ada kini hanya perbuatan demi perbuatan yang akan mendekatkan saya menuju tujuan akhir itu.

Berbagai lomba siap saya ikuti. Berbagai kegiatan akan saya jalankan. Berbagai pelajaran akan saya serap dan maknai. Di tahun ini, mimpi dan angan telah jelas terpetakan. Semoga semua jalan yang akan saya lalui, selalu dilancarkan.

Selamat mengarungi sembilan belas, Wisnu Aryo Setio.

P.S. Hari ini juga menandai perubahan nama serta tema dari blog ini. Memperkenalkan: Segitiga Samasisi.

P.P.S. (T), kamu dimana? Lama tak jumpa.

SICKK. DOPEE. CRAYY. SWAGG. HOLY SHOOT. AWESOMENESS. PUKES...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 23:00:01 +0700

SICKK. DOPEE. CRAYY. SWAGG. HOLY SHOOT. AWESOMENESS. PUKES RAINBOW. YADA YADA SHIT.

popculturebrain:

Pentatonix - Save the World/Don’t You Worry Child (Swedish House Mafia Acappella Cover)

When do they have time to put out all this music?!

Hi, you. To be blatantly honest, this is exactly what I feel...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 22:52:26 +0700

Hi, you. To be blatantly honest, this is exactly what I feel right now.

durianseeds:

“I Think I Am In Friend-Love With You” written by and illustrated by Yumi Sakugawa, published in Sadie Magazine, 2012.

wetheurban: MARC JACOBS SPRING/SUMMER 2013 LOOKBOOK Modeled by...

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 02:31:44 +0700

wetheurban:

MARC JACOBS SPRING/SUMMER 2013 LOOKBOOK

Modeled by Cole Mohr and Lyle Lodwick, the Spring/Summer 2013 Marc Jacobs Men’s lookbook is colorful, graphic, and super luxe! Taking a few pointers from the 1940s, a nice portion of the collection is made up of well executed tailored suits in the style and silhouettes of that era. Graphic prints also make appearances in the collection, like the lovely floral print in the shape of fruits and plants. Digging all of this!

Me likey.

TRUE.

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 22:45:46 +0700

TRUE.

other-wordly: pronunciation | ‘for-froi-da

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 22:44:01 +0700

other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘for-froi-da

At times when I have absolutely nothing to do, I usually read several branding and advertising...

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 14:14:04 +0700

At times when I have absolutely nothing to do, I usually read several branding and advertising blogs. I love to envision myself, sitting on those cold offices with cups of coffee, brainstorming ideas until dawn. When times get rough, having a dream that we can hold on to is a salvation. It can be a reason why we want to get up from bed every morning.

I’m a number one dreamer. I love to imagine an ideal future in where I can live my dream life, work my dream job, drive my dream car, and so forth. Back then, the power of this imagination has brought me to places I couldn’t even imagine, such as New York and Scotland. However, funny thing is, most of the times reality fail me. The expectation that has been set really high in my head usually couldn’t be fulfilled. I ended up with a looming disappointment.

Right now, I’m afraid. I’m afraid that the life that I’ve been dreaming on will turn out like shit. I’m afraid that my dreams will disappoint me again. I’m afraid that I focus to much on the future until I forgot how to be thankful for the things that happen in the present.

Somebody, please, take me out from this river of time that I’m drowning into. Please teach me once again to live in the moment. Please teach me how to be grateful.

D. L. G.

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 01:00:38 +0700

There are three things in this world that I’m afraid of. Number one: death. Number two: stock market collapse. Unfortunately, number three will happen tonight. I honestly can’t concentrate in doing this final report because of the looming thoughts circling around in my head. The thoughts of losing you, my dear.

You might want to make this as a surprise, but you know me well enough to call me beforehand. I didn’t prepare anything special, but I just called Marie to prepare a wonderful risotto and rigatoni for tonight’s special occasion. You wanted this to be special, so I will do my best to make you happy. However, don’t expect me to be friendly or accepting. I will fake a smile or two, but I can’t be genuinely happy for you. Yes, I’m a self-proclaimed possessive old man.

“Daddy, will you be home for dinner tonight?” you asked.

“Well, I’m not sure, sweetheart. I have a pretty big project going on in the office. What’s the matter?”

“Umm… Nothing. I just want to invite Jake for dinner tonight. Is that okay with you?”

Your saccharine sweet voice just melted in my ears. I know for sure that this moment will happen eventually, but when it becomes a reality… I just don’t know how to react.

“Sure thing. I’ll tell mom to cook some Italian food, okay?”

“Thanks, dad. Love you.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Love you more.”

Love you most.

——

You look really pretty in that white dress, I must say. I still remember the moments when you refuse to wear the dresses that your mom bought for you. It’s funny that years after that, your wardrobe is so full with all kinds of dresses. Well, people change. You’ve changed, you’ve grown. It’s just me who can’t move on. In my eyes, you’re still a fragile little baby girl. My whole world means nothing without your existence, dear. You’re the reason why I stay up late until night, working on some crazy balance sheets, just to make sure that you’re happy and well-fed. Without you, my world isn’t complete.

So the bell suddenly ring twice, and you rush your way to the door with eager eyes; waiting for your prince to come.

When the door opens, I don’t see a fancy muscle car. What I see is the exact opposite: a white hybrid Toyota. God, please, don’t make him as one of those nerdy hipsters. I don’t want to spend the whole night arguing with a Democrat.

Well, fortunately, he seems normal in my eyes. He doesn’t wear all those weird, off-beat outfits most young men wear today. He just wear a plain white shirt with a black tie, and that’s all. Okay, one plus point, after I minus-five’d him because of his hipster car.

“Dad, mom, this is Jake. Jake, this is mom and dad.”

“Hello, sir. Nice to meet you. I’m Jake.”

I really want to say nice to meet you too but I just can’t.

“Donald.” That’s all I could say. Sorry, dear.

“Hi, Jake. I’m Marie. I heard a lot of good things about you coming from Carly.”

“Thank you very much, ma’am. I’m honoured to meet you.”

I must admit that he’s quite polite. He mastered all those gentlemen’s-guide-to-a-first-dinner-with-your-soon-to-be-parents-in-law books, I guess (If only those books exist in reality, though.) He has a friendly smile, a sincere laugh, and a great sense of humor. Having said that, you have to know that his perfume is obnoxious and he should stop drinking beer like there’s no tomorrow, while we’re having a formal dinner. Wine is a must for nights like this, sweetheart. You might want to tell him.

“Sir, what do you think of the election’s result?”

Uh oh, here comes the tricky question. Sorry, dear, I avoided this question since the first time he sat on my chair. Now, since your man has started the fire; so game on.

“I’m highly disappointed, of course. I’m a loyal Republican since years ago. How about you, Jake? I’m sure that you’re elated with the result, right?”

“Of course not, sir. Has Carly told you that I’m a Republican too?”

Whoa. Tonight’s gonna be an interesting night.

——

“So, Dad… Do you like Jake?” You opened up a post-dinner conversation with a really tough question, dear.

I avoid your question by submerging my head even deeper in the newspaper, but you insist. Well, I can’t lie to myself, he is quite a qualified candidate. He’s mature enough for you, but he still retains the youthful quality inside of him. His education background is pretty impeccable too: a Harvard Business School cum laude graduate. However, deep inside, I’m still looking for a flaw. Simply because I can’t let you go this fast.

“Yeah… He’s… Okay, I guess.”

“Could you be a little bit more specific, please?”

“He’s nice, he’s smart, but he’s not qualified enough to be your husband.”

“Wait… WHAT? Husband? Daddy, are you kidding? We just met for three weeks and I don’t even know him that well. Just don’t panic, okay?”

“Uh… Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. I can recall that this is the first time you brought your date here. Is that correct?” I asked.

“That’s true, but it’s not because I want to marry him, okay? I just though that both of you will go along quite well since Jake is also a hard-line Republican, just like you. He’s the second Republican that I can afford to love, just right after you.”

“At first I thought he’s one of your hipster Democrats circle, but he’s quite different. Just tell him to change his lousy car and start drinking wine, okay?”

——

Three years after that night, you asked me the exact same question once more.

“So, Dad… Do you finally like Jake?”

However, this time, a silver ring has sit on top of your ring finger. Invitations have been spread, wedding dresses have been made.

With a situation like this, can I say no? Can I say no to the man who has made my daughter’s dreams came true? Can I say no to a brilliant young entrepreneur who has just started his career in marketing business?

Yes, I can.

“Actually… I still don’t like him, honey. There are some quality inside of him that simply can’t be changed. I have observed him for three years and—”

The sound of your sob stops me from blabbering too much. You cry. You cry for that man, for your prince, for someone who will take you away from my life.

“You know what, Dad? No matter what you say, I still want to marry him, okay? I’m a grown-up woman and I know really well what I’m doing right now.”

“Fine, then. It’s your call. I just want you to avoid regretting later on.”

“So could you please, dad, please, explain to me: what kind of man should I present to you until I get your permission to marry? Please, dad, please!”

I can’t answer your question, Carly. There’s no man in this world that’s qualified enough to take good care of you, except for me.

——

“I do.”

I faint.

——

“Daddy.”

I open my eyes and I see some bright white lights. I see your face. I see you mother’s face, too. I see his face. I see some weird faces with green masks. I see curtains with drab looking colours. I see a small hospital room.

“What happened?”

“Your hypertension kicked in last night, Donald.” That must be your mom’s voice.

“Did you continue the wedding?”

Nobody speaks a single word. I can hear that you start to cry again, but your (presumably) husband finally say something.

“We cancelled it, mr. Donald.”

“Why?” I ask.

Then you start to talk, “I’m so sorry, daddy. I’m so, sorry. If you want me to leave him and search for other man, that’s fine! As long as you don’t leave us, okay?”

“I’m the one who should apologize, Carly. I was selfish until I realize that… I will not be around forever, right? There should be someone who can take care of you when I’m gone.”

“Please, just don’t say that, okay? You’ll be here with us long enough, dad.” You still cry really hard. The remaining wedding make up that stays in your face has been completely ruined by tears.

“Carly, please, marry him.”

“I don’t believe you, dad. I know that man can’t change his mind overnight. Especially a man like you. Now, please just go back to sleep and have a good rest, okay? I love you, daddy.”

“She’s right, Donald. Just go back to sleep.”

“No, no, no. Wait. Carly, listen to me, will you?”

“Yes, dad.” You try your best to stop sobbing.

“Who am I, Carly? Who am I to determine your happiness? I’ve fed you well, I’ve sent you to college, I’ve done my job, dear. I realize that I can’t cling on to you forever. You’re not daddy’s little girl anymore.”

“So why did you hate Jake?”

“Who said I hate him? No. I hate the concept of losing you. But having an off night for just one night has reminded me that this life is ephemeral. What’s the use of holding your hands tightly if one day I have to go first, right?”

“Daddy…”

“Carly, If you love him that much, just follow your heart.”

“No, daddy. I love you more than Jake. Sorry, Jake.” You winked at your man. He just smile wryly.

“Too bad you can’t marry him, Carly.” Then your man laugh. The whole room start laughing.

“Listen, young man. I know that you will never be as good as me, but please do take care of her, okay?”

“You can have my word, sir.”

Dearest Carly, I do hope that you’re happy. For me, you’re always be that little girl who refuse to wear dresses, even when you’re wearing a wedding dress now.

I am sorry. And I love you.

I love you most.

Kompe, Ambis, dan kawanannya.

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 07:02:42 +0700

Aloha!

Tulisan tentang college life kedua ini akan didedikasikan sepenuhnya untuk membahas dua istilah di atas, yang baru saja saya kenal dan ketahui di masa perkuliahan. FYI, bagi yang kampusnya belum mengenal istilah di atas, Kompe adalah kependekan dari kata kompetitif dan Ambis adalah kependekan dari kata ambisius. Sepertinya cukup menarik bukan untuk kita bahas, saudara-saudara?

Sejak kecil, saya memang sudah memiliki dorongan yang kuat sekali untuk menang. Untuk menjadi yang terbaik. Kultur kompetisi ini pertama kali saya rasakan betul ketika saya mengikuti lomba pertama saya ketika Taman Kanak-Kanan, yaitu lomba Melukis Telur Paskah di Hotel Preanger. Bizzare, wasn’t it? Menariknya, lomba tersebut berhasil saya menangkan dengan gambar yang sama sekali tidak Santa / Jesus related! Bahkan saya berhasil membawa pulang voucher menginap untuk sekeluarga di salah satu suite yang ada di hotel itu. Saat itu, di alam bawah sadar saya tertanam kuat: winning is good.

Setelah lomba itu, belasan lomba lainnya telah saya ikuti. Di SD, saya berhasil menjadi Siswa Teladan tingkat Kota Bandung; salah satu lomba paling prestisius di tingkat Kotamadya yang saya tahu pada saat itu. Di SMP, yang cukup seru untuk di-highlight adalah kemenangan saya pada lomba Duta Anti Narkoba yang berhadiah laptop! SMA tentu saja menjadi puncak dari kesibukan saya mengikuti lomba, karena saya telah memutuskan untuk “meniti karier” di dunia debat dari tingkat seleksi sekolah hingga berhasil mengikuti perlombaan tingkat dunia. Semua pengalaman itu secara tak sadar telah membuat saya cukup kebal atas adrenalin yang mengalir tiap pengumuman akan disebutkan, maupun ketegangan-ketegangan pra dan pasca lomba lainnya.

Setelah berhasil melalui masa-masa itu, saya memasuki masa perkuliahan. Rupanya, Sekolah Bisnis dan Manajemen ITB adalah salah satu kampus yang sangat menyukai kompetisi. Hampir di setiap mata kuliah, tugas-tugas selalu dikompetisikan secara kecil-kecilan, hingga hampir pasti tiap minggu terdapat pihak yang menang dan yang kalah. Atmosfir ini sangat terasa mulai dari tugas matrikulasi, yang dimana kami harus membuat presentasi sebaik-baiknya untuk ditampilkan dan dinilai di depan dosen senior yang bersangkutan. Kelompok yang saya pimpin sempat menjadi juara satu kali dari 5 tugas yang diberikan, dan kebetulan, tugas tersebut adalah tugas dengan hadiah yang paling keren: weekly planner kulit kembar sebanyak 10 buah!

Saat kami mengikuti pelatihan Neuro Linguistic Program bulan lalu, mata acara yang ada di sana juga dikompetisikan terus menerus. Mulai dari pertandingan yel-yel, hingga acara membantu orang lain saja akhirnya dikompetisikan! Bayangkan, orang-orang beradu simpati sebagai tim yang “paling berhasil” membantu orang lain dan memberikan dampak pada masyarakat. Secara fakta, mungkin tim saya bukanlah tim yang bekerja paling keras. Walau begitu, tim saya menjadi juara karena presentasi kami yang sedikit berbeda dibandingkan yang lainnya. Bahkan saat itu saya sendiri bingung; kita memang perlu berlomba-lomba dalam melakukan kebaikan, tapi apakah perlu seperti itu formatnya?

Sampai pada akhirnya, minggu lalu, mata kuliah Performance Arts atau Seni Penampilan mengharuskan kami tampil untuk pertama kalinya. Saat itu, arahan yang diberikan adalah untuk menampilkan satu gerakan tarian yang menyerupai cara kerja mesin. Mesin-mesin yang diberikan memang cukup gila. Kelompok saya mendapatkan tugas untuk mempresentasikan Mesin Seksi Pencuci Mobil. Arahan yang kami dapat waktu itu terdengar sangat sederhana: untuk tugas pertama, dilarang membawa properti, cukup memakai kostum yang sedang dipakai pada hari itu saja.

Kami berlatih dengan tanpa arah. Tidak ada dari kami yang betul-betul menguasai bidang dance dan koreografi. Latihan seringkali tidak efektif. Anehnya, mental yang tertanam di kepala kami adalah bahwa kami bisa jadi juara. Kami jagoan! Kami paling hebat! (kemudian lempar mic kaya Pak Koko. Nggak deng.)

Saat hari penampilan, kami mendapat urutan pertama. Kami maju dengan keadaan teknis musik yang mati di awal, serta mati ditengah-tengah. Gerakan kacau dan berantakan. Bahkan setelah itu, kami masih cukup percaya diri…. Hingga kami melihat penampilan kelompok lain.

Koreografi super rapi. Blocking dahsyat. Properti ajaib seperti laser, lampu warna-warni, senter, bahkan ada yang membuat video yang tersambung dengan apa yang terjadi di panggung. Para aktor berlaga maksimal. Ketika teman saya memerankan Mesin Giling Pemadu Cinta, kedua aktor utama saling berpelukan lama hingga (hampir) terlihat seolah sedang tidur bersama. Ketika peragaan yang ditampilkan adalah Mesin Kilat Jago Jurus Silat, sang aktor utama mengakhiri penampilan dengan badan bermandikan keringat. Semua orang maksimal. Semua orang ambisius. Semua orang mau jadi yang terbaik.

Kelompok kami masuk dalam urutan tiga terendah. Dari 11 kelompok.

—-

Kedepannya, kompetisi-kompetisi ini akan ada terus-terusan selama 3 tahun saya akan belajar di kampus ini. UTS 2 mata kuliah utama, Performance Arts dan Introduction to Management Science and Business, lagi-lagi akan menggunakan sistem kompetisi. Jujur saja, pada titik-titik seperti ini, jika saya terus-menerus menggunakan mindset lama saya tentang kemenangan, saya akan lelah sendiri. Lelah karena dituntut oleh diri sendiri untuk terus menjadi yang terbaik, ketika sebenarnya saya tidak mampu.

Sebetulnya apa sih definisi terbaik? Apakah ketika dosen menganggap kita, atau kelompok kita, lebih hebat dari yang lain? Atau ketika semua orang iri melihat kehebatan kita? Semua definisi di atas terasa dangkal karena standar ukuran yang kita gunakan adalah selalu orang lain, orang lain, orang lain.

Ini mungkin terdengar tidak nyambung, tapi saya jadi ingin bercerita kenapa lari dan gym adalah olahraga kesukaan saya. Dalam olahraga lain, biasanya selalu harus ada pihak yang menang dan yang kalah. Tidak seperti lari, dimana satu-satunya musuh yang harus kita kalahkan adalah diri sendiri. Mengalahkan personal record yang pernah diraih sebelumnya. Mengalahkan rasa sakit dan terbakar di dada yang mengerang meminta kita untuk berhenti.

Filosofi ini yang sepertinya akan saya gunakan selama masa perkuliahan saya di SBM. Saya hanya ingin menjadi lebih baik dari sebelumnya, hingga kurva prestasi saya akan berbentuk monoton naik. (Cie yang mau UTS Matbis) Saya akan berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk membutakan diri terhadap apa yang diraih oleh kelompok lain. Jika mereka lebih bagus, tentu akan saya apresiasi dengan hati yang tulus. Jika kami lebih bagus, apa salahnya jika saya bisa membantu mereka?

Saya belajar bahwa dalam hidup, kita tidak bisa selalu menang. Yang terpenting adalah, bagaimana caranya kita menggunakan setiap kegagalan sebagai sarana untuk evaluasi, dan setiap kemenangan sebagai sarana untuk bersyukur dan tetap rendah hati.

Maka itu, saya harus mengingatkan. Kepada saya, dan orang-orang kompe dan ambis lainnya di luar sana: stop being too hard on yourself. Just breathe, smile, relax, and do what you think is best. That is more than enough.

Oktober ini akan dipenuhi dengan berbagai kesibukan yang luar biasa banyaknya. Sepertinya, akhir pekan (atau awal pekan santai) seperti ini akan sulit saya rasakan lagi. Walaupun begitu, seberat apapun nanti kedepannya, mari nikmati setiap detiknya dengan senyuman. Waktu-waktu seperti inilah yang akan saya rindukan.

Selamat hari Senin pagi, selamat berambisi dan berkompetisi lagi!