"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand,

Rejoice. For your soul is alive.."

Life of Pi (movie)

Plot :

A Canadian novelist named Yann Martel meets an Indian man, Pi Patel, with some knowledge from Pi's late father's friend, known to Pi as "Mamaji", for a good book. Pi tells the novelist his life story.

In a flashback, Pi's father named him Piscine Molitor after a swimming pool in France. By the time he reached secondary school, he changed his name to "Pi" (the Greek letter, π) because he was tired of being called "Pissing Patel" (due to the pronunciation of his name). Pi's family owned a zoo, and Pi took great interest in the animals, especially a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker. When Pi tries feeding the tiger, his father runs in and angrily tells him that the tiger is dangerous, and forces Pi to witness the tiger killing a goat to prove his point. Pi is raised Hindu and vegetarian, but at 12 years old, he is introduced to Christianity and then Islam, and decides to follow all three religions as he "just wants to love God". His mother supports his desire to grow, but his father, a rationalist, tries to convert him to his own way of thinking.

When Pi is 16, his father decides to move the family to Canada, where he intends to settle and sell the zoo animals. Pi's family books passage on a Japanese freighter named Tsimtsum. During a storm, the ship founders while Pi is on deck. He tries to find his family, but a member of the crew throws him into a lifeboat. As the ship falls into the sea, a freed zebra lands on the boat with him. Pi watches helplessly as the ship sinks, killing his family. After the storm, Pi finds himself in the lifeboat with the injured zebra, and is joined by an orangutan. A spotted hyena emerges from a tarp covering half of the boat and snaps at Pi, forcing him to retreat to the top of the tarp while it kills the zebra and orangutan. Later, Richard Parker emerges from under the tarp, killing the hyena.

Pi retrieves biscuits, water rations and a hand axe and builds a small raft to stay at a safe distance from Richard Parker. Pi begins fishing and is able to feed Richard Parker. He also collects rain water for them to drink. When the tiger jumps off to hunt fish, Pi considers letting it drown but ultimately helps it climb back into the boat. During a night-time encounter with a breaching humpback whale Pi loses much of his supplies, forcing him to eat fish for the first time in his life. Pi trains Richard Parker to accept him in the boat and realises that caring for the tiger is keeping him alive.

Weeks later they reach a floating island of edible plants, supporting a mangrove jungle, fresh water pools, and a large population of meerkats. Pi and Richard Parker eat and drink freely and regain strength. At night, the island transforms into a hostile environment: Richard Parker retreats to the lifeboat and the meerkats sleep in the trees while the fresh water pools turn acidic and digest the dead fish in the pools. Pi discovers that the island itself is carnivorous after finding a human tooth embedded in a flower. The next day, Pi and Richard Parker leave the island.

The lifeboat reaches the coast of Mexico. Pi is crushed that Richard Parker does not acknowledge him before disappearing into the jungle. Pi is rescued and brought to a hospital. Insurance agents for the freighter interview him, but do not believe his story and ask what "really" happened. Remembering an incident aboard the ship when the ship's cook insulted his family, he makes up a less fantastic account of sharing the lifeboat with his mother, a Buddhist sailor with a broken leg, and the cook. According to this story, the cook killed the sailor in order to eat him and use him as bait. In a later struggle, Pi's mother pushed her son to safety on a smaller raft before the cook stabbed her and threw her overboard. Pi later returned, took the knife and killed the cook.

Next, Yann notes the parallels between the two stories: the orangutan was Pi's mother, the zebra was the sailor, the hyena was the cook, and Richard Parker was Pi. Pi asks which story the writer prefers, and the writer chooses "the one with the tiger" because it is "the better story", to which Pi responds, "Thank you. And so it goes with God". Glancing at a copy of the insurance report, Yann sees that the agents wrote that Pi survived 227 days at sea with an adult Bengal tiger, meaning they had also chosen the more fantastic story to be the one recorded as the real story.

So, tonight I watched this movie for the second time. I remember watched this on cinema all by myself last year, and yes, I teared up. Like a lot. But I don't clearly remember how it felt..this time, I feel too emotional..and get so much deeper meaning that I can't see before.

Is this because many things have happened to me in this past year therefore I even have a different perspective over a movie?

Well, It's just sooo my kind of movie..where it talks about; belief, fate, God's shape, universe, human even animal soul, life lesson, and my all time favorite animal. I found myself astonished..by that I mean..what in the world people made a film that great and I didn't realize at the first place!

All those beautiful scenes, meaningful lines, stupendous and amazing thoughts, all packed in one and be a masterpiece for someone like me.

Anyway, I am actually writing this post right after I just got done watching the movie and it makes me can't arrange my word neatly. :)

Over all I just want to tell you guys that "Life of Pi" is a very recommended movie, if you're looking for a movie with a deep level of thinking and sparkling view , I could say it is one of the best, so far. :)

Memorable Quotes:

"Why would a God do that? Why would He send his own Son to suffer for the sins of ordinary people? | Because He loves us. God made himself approachable to us — human — so we could understand Him. We can't understand God in all His perfection. But we can understand God's Son, and his suffering, as we would a brother's. | That made no sense! Sacrificing the innocent to atone for the sins of the guilty. What kind of love is that? But this Son… I couldn't get Him out of my head."

"Thank you Vishnu, for introducing me to Christ. — I came to faith through Hinduism, and I found God's love through Christ. But God wasn't finished with me yet. God works in mysterious ways, and so it was he introduced himself again. This time by the name of Allah. — Allāhu Akbar. My Arabic was never very good, but the sound and feel of the words brought me closer to God. In performing salah, the ground I touched became holy ground, and I found a feeling of serenity and brotherhood."

"And how can he find his way if he does not choose a path? Listen, instead of leaping from one religion to the next, why not start with reason? In a few hundred years, science has taken us farther in understanding the universe than religion has in 10,000. | Science can teach us more about what is out there, but not what is in here(heart). |  I do not expect us to all agree about everything, but I would much rather have you believe in something I don't agree with than to accept everything blindly. And that begins with thinking rationally."

"Faith is a house with many rooms. | But no room for doubt? | Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested."

"Words are all I have left to hang on to. Everything's all mixed up, fragmented, can't tell daydreams, nightdreams from reality anymore."

"No one has seen that island since, and you'd never read about those trees in any book. And yet, if I hadn't found those shores I would have died, if I hadn't discovered that tooth I would have been lost alone forever. Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when He seemed indifferent to my suffering, He was watching and when I was beyond all hope of saving... He gave me rest and gave me a sign to continue my journey..."

"I wept like a child. Not because I was overwhelmed at having survived, although I was. I was weeping because Richard Parker left me so unceremoniously. It broke my heart. You know my father was right: Richard Parker never saw me as his friend. After all we had been through he didn't even look back. But I have to believe there was more in his eyes than my own reflection staring back at me. I know it, I felt it. Even if I can't prove it. You know, I left so much behind: my family, the zoo, India, Anandi. I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye. I was never able to thank my father for all I learned from him. To tell him, without his lessons I would never have survived. I know Richard Parker's a tiger but I wish I had said, "It's over. We survived. Thank you for saving my life. I love you, Richard Parker. You'll always be with me. May God be with you." 

"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

In the end..this movie makes me feel like..

I need to find my own journey..

to really understand the world..

to literally talk to universe..

and see my God..

A Wonderful Chance, and Million Lesson :)

I have this short story..

So, this morning I was volunteering for a children coloring competition. There were so many kids came with their parents, bought a pallet of expensive crayons, mini table, and dressed cute.

After about an hour it passed, I realized that there's a girl staring to snacks, souvenirs and presents I prepared for the participants..wearing filthy clothes, looked tired and yearn.

So I asked her, "what are you doing here?"

She answered, "can you give me one of these?"

And then I realized she's a beggar..

My friends whispered, "no, she can't. She's not joining the competition", well cause the rule is we can only give those to anyparticipant kid.

So I told her, "why don't you join the competition? So we can give you this."

My friends said, "she doesn't even have any crayon"

And I tell her, "I would buy you one.."

Then I gave her this coloring pencils, she seemed excited and started to coloring her draw. At the rear seat, without table, without parents, but she did it passionately..

Suddenly, there were a boy and a toddler approached her, turns out they are this girl's brother and sister. She told 'em she's joining the competition so she can give themselves some prizes. Her bro and lil sist seemed also excited to hear that, so they just sit there behind this girl, wait patiently and supported their sister.

Just for a small souvenir.....it broke my heart.

After she finished, I told her, "don't forget to write down your name, dear"

She replied, "okay. Kak, do you know, I learned to write at home..I don't go to school"

it made me really sad, and I said, "yeah, I know..and you are the smart kid..anyway, where's ur mom?"

She answered, "I don't know..probably at some traffic light, looking for money"

..and I was like..almost tear up.

The reality that she takes care of herself alone kills some part of me.

And unpredictably, she returned the coloring pencils I gave her, safe and sound.

Then I gave her the souvenir and snacks as I promised. This girl, her bro and lil sist seemed happy.

I looked at her draw, not as good as the other kids, but in my eyes..you are the winner, girl.

After she left, my another friend asked me, "why didn't you just give her the souvenir and snacks directly? I think it would be fine if you just steal one for her."

I answered..

"No, I wanted to teach her this life lesson..that we have to fight first before we get what we want.

And so did she..taught me how to be tough" :)

hold on, kid. you have no idea how brave you will be

*

And at the other side, today was also interesting for me..

Well, the competition I said above was the first part of my job in this event..

btw, it's kinda hard for me to decide who's the winner :p

My second thing to do is accompanying some Veteran from my country..

#SejutaBungaUntukPahlawan 

Rasa syukur dapat berkontribusi dalam acara yang merangkul para pejuang Indonesia menuju kemerdekaan. Tak lupa pesan salah satu dari mereka, "Nak, jadilah penerus bangsa yang baik."

*

So I thank God, for such a good day I had.

Regards,

Pishella Suryoputri

:)

"Eksplisit membuat semua orang mengerti, dan sedikit yg memahami.

Implisit membuat semua orang berpikir, dan sedikit yg menjiwai."

- Sunlita Citra

For Katarsis Larva (2)

 Untuknya yang tak kunjung pergi

By : Pishella Suryoputri

cc : Writing Club Psikologi - Event

Karena bersamamu adalah mustahil..

Karena akan membutuhkan waktu selamanya untuk membuatmu memahami perasaanku tak nihil..

Percakapan antara dua hati ini selalu berulang namun tak pernah menemukan ujungnya

Demikian pula dengan segala jatuh-bangun yang ada.

Ketidaktegasan yang menghancurkan tiga hati sekaligus pada akhirnya

Ketidakfahaman, ketidakpastian, mungkin merupakan hal yang mutlak dalam kehidupan yang nanar..

Namun,ke-tidak-punya-otak-an-untuk-bertahan-di-atas-rasa-rendahdiri-dan-dikatakan-penghancur-atas-apa-yang-sudah-semestinya pun rasanya tak benar..

Rasa sabar memang tak terbatas, namun manusia punya yang namanya rasa lelah.

Hasrat yang tak tentu arah.

Serta dimata siapapun jelas salah.

Dan mungkin itu yang membuatnya menyerah.

Walaupun harus kalah.

Selalu diputarbalikkan kisah  hingga pasrah.

Harusnya tau, bahwa semakin banyak yang diterima, semakin banyak pula yang nanti harus dilepaskan.

Dengan atau tanpa kerelaan.

Walau sesungguhnya bersedia mengorbankan apapun untuk menunjukan kesungguhan.

Namun untuk menjadi tamu kehidupanpun rasanya terlalu menyakitkan.

Mematahkan semua angan-angan.

Memupuskan semua harapan.

Mengikhlaskan dengan ratapan.

Bertahan dengan sisa-sisa kekuatan.

Dengan ekspektasi memperbaiki keadaan.

Tanpa merasa menjadi pihak yang paling tersakiti,

Menyadari cinta tidak seharusnya begini.

Mungkin semua ini tak lebih dari obsesi.

Kesalahan interpretasi yang mengakibatkan kerusakan hati hingga mati.

Dan jalan yang tersisa hanyalah pergi..

Mungkin selama ini aku takut, karena aku kalut.

Walau bukan sebagai peran terindah di hatimu,

Cerita yang panjang rasanya sejak pertama bertemu,

Sampai pada tatapan yang menyadarkan adanya rasa itu

Dan berdua dibawah naungan hujan yang membuat pilu

Bukan niat menjadi kekasih utama,

Hanya selamanya ingin kau merasa lebih baik dan bahagia

Sayang bukan aku orangnya

Walau diri ini mengetahui takdirnya

Dua jiwa yang dulu bersatu kini tiada guna

Tlah ku baca tugasnya di dunia

Membuatku benci menyusahkannya

Walau mustahil bagi hati melupakannya

Mencintaimu sungguh sulit

Tapi lebih tak mudah tuk menghentikannya walau pahit

(Most of them are from my previous post http://pishellasuryoputri.blogspot.com/2013/04/till-its-depth.html)

For Katarsis Larva (1)

Reinkarnasi

By : Pishella Suryoputri

cc: Writing Club Psikologi - Event

Wahai, Semesta..

Penguasa bagi segala yang nyata dan fana..

Andai boleh aku bertanya,

Namun janganlah kau murka..

Jika dapat kau katakan

Apa aku berbuat kesalahan

Siapa aku di masa lalu

Hingga kini ku jadi benalu

Untuk hidupku sendiri

Parasit bagi sosok yang rumit

Berbelit hingga semua terasa pahit

Aku benci menjadi empati

Aku lelah menjadi pasrah

Berulang kali aku diberi kesempatan hidup

Dengan kekuatan yang tak kunjung redup

Hingga aku terpaksa menjadi tertutup

Bukan aku tak bersyukur

Tapi jiwa-jiwa ini semakin lebur

Dalam dunia yang penuh takabur

Alam yang sulit mengerti arti kata jujur

Seringkali aku lemah dan termangu

Menanggung perih yang bahkan bukan punyaku

Ingin rasanya berontak..

Namun bukan tugasku tuk menggertak

Memendam apa yang kudengar

Suara hati dan hingar bingar

Berbagai dimensi ku arungi

Menjadi saksi lapisan kehidupan yang terjebak hingga masa kini

Mereka tak mengerti,

Mereka tak memahami..

Tapi itulah mereka yang tak mau membuka mata..

Biarlah paham dengan cara pemaknaannya

Terkadang..

Ketika otak sedang kehilangan sinkronisasinya dengan hati, ya jadi begini..

Hasrat melompat, terbebas dari dunia yang selalu memberi batas,

Lari dari semua sinergi yang terus melingkari kemanapun aku pergi

Mungkin..

Aku hanya merindukan masa ku sebelumnya, ketika aku menjadi siapa..

Saat itu aku memilih melintasi malam, menanti rembulan atau lampu dan cahaya..

Saat manusia sudah tak bisa lagi memaklumi isi hati nurani

Kembali aku berteman dengan sunyi

Menyadari tak seorangpun mampu lari dari kenyataan

Atau memilih tempat kita akan dilahirkan

Yang dapat kulakukan hanyalah bertahan

Sambil terus menjalankan kewajiban

Tuhan punya rencana, dan aku percaya

Walau takdir terus mempermainkan dan tertawa

Menampar diri dengan kepahitan realita

Untuk menyadarkan aku ini siapa..

Dan kepada jiwa-jiwa yang terluka..

Bersabarlah, hingga kehidupan berikutnya..

Sambil terus berjuang bersama..

 

Unexpressed thoughts kill..

"Unexpressed emotions will never die.

They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways."

-Sigmund Freud

Seandainya segala pikiran-pikiran gila ini dapat tertuang dengan mudah.
Khayalan, ide-ide, kepercayaan.

Karena itulah, saya kagum dengan orang-orang di luar sana, seniman, penulis, dan siapapun yang dapat dengan cerdas mengemukakan pendapatnya, mengkatarsiskan perasaannya melalui suatu karya.

Rasanya, begitu banyak yang ingin diutarakan, namun terlalu rumit untuk ditata.

Hasrat untuk menuliskan mengenai hal-hal yang dianggap menarik dan saat membicarakannya membuat saya merasa hidup,

Filosofi dualisme dan trialisme; Reinkarnasi; Past Life Regression; Mitologi Yunani; Chakra; Pandangan pribadi tentang Agama dan kepercayaan; Old Soul; Hukum-hukum Alam; teori-teori Psikologi; tokoh-tokoh inspiratif kesukaan seperti Carl Jung, Mother Theresa, Socrates, Dalai Lama; Pengalaman; Emosi; Mimpi; Cita; Cinta; atau bahkan sekedar membahas puisi-puisi, film-film, buku-buku..

Pada akhirnya, saya tidak dapat menemukan jawaban apapun untuk merekonstruksi ulang keinginan berasertif tersebut, selain mulai mengurutkannya pelan-pelan.
Sebelum semua menyerang balik.

I'm not a genius, I guess I just need a little time,

as I am the one who's having an infinite mind..

-Pishella Suryoputri- 

Shave for Hope 2013

Shave for Hope, merupakan suatu acara sosial tahunan oleh Yayasan Pita Kuning untuk membantu anak-anak penderita kanker di RS. Dharmais. Dengan konsep yang luar biasa demi menolong sesama oleh para pengusung acara, it makes me didn't even think twice to participate on this event :D personally, I think it's not really about the money we donated, but how it can apparently touched so many people's heart to help those kids..their willing to cut their hair to show to 'em that beautiful is not considered by hair but with the heart..that those kids don't need to walk alone and here we are, ready to support 'em. I mean, many of us who did this could just give our money as much as the sponsor paid us to help, but we realized that there's something more important for those children..moral support. And this event proved that even the little act from one people can really change someone's life. :)

I'm so glad and grateful to have a chance to did this..

Before-After Pict. :D

"If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one."

- Mother Teresa

for more info:

shaveforhope.com

Shave for Hope Event on Youtube

"This life is for loving, sharing, smiling, caring, helping, learning.. I choose to live my life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning,

the devil says; shit, she is up!"

(Special Thanks to Panti Asuhan Tunas Harapan)

How introvert sees.. As I might happen to be one.

I woke all the way up from my bed to open my laptop at this hour(3:24am) just because I can't stop wondering about being an introvert thingy. Anyway, I just read my senior tweets that talks about being an introverts which really attracted me (not only because i'm one of them), but yesterday, I just met someone I barely know, it also got me thinking..though it rarely happens, but when I do, I always end up feel like..meet new people has always been such a challenging thing to me, how interesting it is to do some attribution and get to know more about what kind of person exists in this world. As a psychology student, I learned that essentially, being an introvert is such a person who'd rather to be alone than in crowd, or as people roughly known, introverts are so full of themselves and don't like people. BUT it is so much more than that.

Before I understand that there are appellations for these kind of human type, (introvert, extrovert even ambivert), I knew that there's something different with my self if I compare to another people, in this case, about being such a genuine introvert. I prefer spending time alone or with one/two close friends, I concentrate best when alone, I feel that I gain energy and strength from being alone. I don't even care every time people said "what so good about eating alone at restaurant?", "you like to travel somewhere all by yourself? don't you have any friend?", "are you an anti-social?", and so forth.

I would love to meet people, I would love to spend my time with people whom I love, I called it forever  independent instead of forever alone. I don't even think about that so called "me time", cause I know it always been My Time. Means, I realized that I own my-time, and I really know how to spend it, what I want to do, who I want to meet.

I searched many information about this, and the more I get to know better, the more I understand what is actually the answer of my questions about the odd thoughts of my own self all this time. And turns out, now I don't feel weird at all but awesome. Here are some explanation about it:

Introvert Definition: Contrary to what most people think, an introvert is not simply a person who is shy. In fact, being shy has little to do with being an introvert. Shyness has an element of apprehension, nervousness and anxiety, and while an introvert may also be shy, introversion itself is not shyness. Basically, an introvert is a person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around other people. Introverts are more concerned with the inner world of the mind. They enjoy thinking, exploring their thoughts and feelings. They often avoid social situations because being around people drains their energy. This is true even if they have good social skills. After being with people for any length of time, such as at a party, they need time alone to "recharge." When introverts want to be alone, it is not, by itself, a sign of depression. It means that they either need to regain their energy from being around people or that they simply want the time to be with their own thoughts. Being with people, even people they like and are comfortable with, can prevent them from their desire to be quietly introspective. Being introspective, though, does not mean that an introvert never has conversations. However, those conversations are generally about ideas and concepts, not about what they consider the trivial matters of social small talk.

(Source: http://giftedkids.about.com/od/glossary/g/introvert.htm)

Introverts face challenges in the meeting-people arena. For one, speaking very generally, we tend not to be big risk takers. We're not likely to strike up conversations just for the hell of it because we're so averse to banal conversation. We turn down invitations we're not gung-ho about, which may cause us to limit our socializing to the same people. We take a while to decide about people and warm up to them, which means meeting someone interesting at a party may or may not go anywhere because our time with them is limited.

So we need to be aware of ways we might get in our own way. Sometimes you just have to stick your neck out either by reaching out to people, or by somehow making yourself appear approachable.

(Source: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-introverts-corner/201202/survey-says-how-meet-new-people)

And this is what I said before, interesting thoughts that I couldn't agree more or less. Written by my senior:

"Being introvert is hard, we're living in the world with majority of extrovert, the world that loves to talk when what we need is silence. The worst talker is the one who bragging their life, which is actually not an life-accomplishment. I mean who wants to hear your perception of braggable (its not a word, but you know) stuff in your life, some of them are not even worth it. What I hate is, because extroverts is a majority, the introverts one is consider to be weird or not normal. Just because we don't like to go to party, meeting a group of people, or saying hi everytime we meet friends, doesn't mean we're weird. We do like talking... but when we comfortable with the person, when its not... why bother? And some of us even really good in leading or even publicly speaking. Just don't force us to be an extrovert like the rest of you... you're all not that good.. As an introvert, I don't like small talk, not because I don't like people, but I don't feel comfort without the intimacy. I prefer what really want to know, a meaningful one. I don't blame extroverts at all, just some of them who like to force introverts to be one of them. There is nothing wrong about being an introverts or extroverts, both has their own profits and disadvantages. One more thing, research has found that introverts exhibit increased brain activity when processing visual information, as compared to extroverts."

(Source: https://twitter.com/arlogy)

And you can open this one for Indonesian version I found that talks about it:

http://ndesofilms.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/memahami-orang-orang-bertipe-introvert/

So, that's all..

I guess what i'm trying to say is..

Everybody's got their stuff, whether it's being an introvert or extrovert..

Just don't ever judge someone before you really know who they are. No one is perfect..

we may don't like someone's behavior,  all we can do is trying to understand what's behind them that makes thing happened that way. Open our eyes, heart, mind.. so we wouldn't underestimate someone or something anymore.

And, Chillax! Cause as long as we can appreciate who we are, we can love ourselves and live nicely.

:D 

With love and concern,

-Pishella Suryoputri-

And they do heal every bad thoughts..that's why I love to be around 'em.

"Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the roseleaf softness that invites a finger's touch."

Rectoverso (Cinta yang tak terucap)

Mengangkat kumpulan cerita pendek salah satu penulis kawakan Indonesia, Dewi Dee Lestari. Lima kisah bertemakan cinta yang dikemas dengan begitu apik oleh lima aktris cerdas yang menyutradarai tiap ceritanya. Dialog-dialog yang penuh makna, filosofi yang indah, kata per kata yang begitu implisit.

1. Malaikat Juga Tahu

Setulus-tulusnya cinta, kali ini diberikan oleh seorang lelaki berkebutuhan khusus, penyandang autis kepada seorang wanita yang lembut jiwanya. Ketika bagaimanapun, takdir dan realita tak menyatukan mereka. Kisah yang menguras airmata..menyentuh hati setiap penontonnya.

"Seandainya langit selalu seterang ini, apalagi kalau nggak ada siang..pasti nggak akan ada perbedaan. Masa lalu, masa kini nggak akan ada bedanya.. Kalau saja aku bisa jadi bagian dari bintang itu.."

"Dia mencintai kamu..tidak hanya dengan hati..tapi jiwanya. Bukan rayuan..tapi kenyataan. Dia mencintai kamu tanpa pilihan.."

"Jangan ngomong soal akal..juga jangan ngomong soal adil.. aturan kamu, aturan kita, tidak berlaku untuknya.."

"Seratus sempurna.. Kamu satu lebih sempurna."

 2. Firasat

My favorite one. Latar-latar yang indah, penyusunan kata yang sungguh bermakna pada setiap dialog yang diucapkan kedua pemain, bagai ikut hanyut dalam kisah yang membuat kita, manusia, untuk lebih mau mendengar, menghargai, alam semesta..

"Apa itu firasat? Firasat adalah bagaimana cara alam berbicara kepada kita.. Tapi sayangnya kita tidak pernah memahaminya. Padahal kita semua bisa, berdialog dengan semesta."

"Pada dasarnya manusia adalah bagian dari alam. Jadi pada saat manusia dilahirkan, secara natural kita memiliki bahasa yang sama dengan alam. Sayangnya saat kita mulai beranjak besar kita mulai diajarkan menggunakan bahasa yang kita ciptakan sendiri. Dan kita mulai lupa dengan bahasa alam. Jadi walaupun alam semesta ini memberikan berjuta pertanda kepada kita, kita yang mulai sombong ini tidak akan bisa memahaminya."

"Jika mendengarkan saja sudah cukup, kenapa harus dipaksa bicara."

"Kamu liat awan itu nggak? Awan itu punya filosofi.. Karena bentuknya yang selalu berubah, harus rela luruh menjadi rintik hujan. Bentuknya selalu berubah mengikuti hukum alam. Jatuh ke sungai, mengalir ke laut, terus menguap ke langit, dan kembali menjadi awan lagi. Bukankah titik hujan tak pernah bertanya, kenapa mereka harus meninggalkan tata langit, saat harus jatuh membasahi bukit."

"Kalau kamu memang perlu memperingatkan, kamu pasti bisa. Tapi kalau nggak perlu, kamu mau berusaha sekuat apapun, yang harus terjadi pasti akan terjadi. Kita hanya bisa berdoa yang terbaik.."

"Nggak ada yang aneh kok dari kamu. Yang kamu punya adalah kelebihan, nggak semua orang punya itu.. kamu harusnya bersyukur."

"Bagaimana kita bisa mengetahui sesuatu itu firasat atau bukan? | Dengan cara melihat ke dalam.. Hati, pikiran,.. mau mendengar diri sendiri.. yang penting kita siap menerima jawaban apapun nanti.. | bagaimana kalau aku nggak suka dengan firasat aku? | kamu hanya perlu nerima..karena menolak hanya akan membuatmu lelah.. semua sungai pasti akan pulang ke lautnya.."

"Senja, kita semua disini untuk belajar nerima.. saat kita belajar nerima kita akan belajar berdamai.." 

3. Curhat Buat Sahabat

Pada dasarnya, tidak semua orang cukup peka untuk menangkap pesan yang ingin kita sampaikan, baik dari perbuatan sekalipun.. Kesetiaan dan kesabaran yang tak pernah habis. Seandainya kita, manusia mau melihat lebih dalam, bahwa apa yang kita cari, sungguh ada di dekat kita.

"Menurut kamu aku salahnya dimana.. Kamu tahu nggak yang paling sakit itu apa? Bukan kebohongan dia.. tapi rasa mengkhianati diri sendiri. Jungkir balik aku menjadi sempurna untuk dia.."

"Aku gak butuh apa-apa, aku cuma butuh orang yang beneran sayang sama aku.. yang mau datang kerumah kalo aku sakit, jam berapa aja.. bawa segelas air putih.. keinginan seperti itu apa ketinggian?"

4. Cicak di Dinding

Tak banyak dialog yang berarti, namun pesan tersirat yang bermakna dalam. Dapat di lihat, ketulusan seorang lelaki yang jatuh hati kepada seorang wanita yang keras hati, dan keadaan yang akhirnya membuat si lelaki hanya mampu mengirimkan isyarat, ntah juga kenangan, melalui seni dari cicak.

"Kalau kita minum yang pait, kita jadi inget, kalau di luar sana, masih ada yang manis."

5. Hanya Isyarat

Hampir setiap dialog bermakna luas. Ketika tangan hanya mampu menggapai punggungnya.. Tak banyak yang dapat dilakukan. Cinta yang tertahan, rasa yang timbul atas gelombang yang sesuai, ditutup oleh kekuatan atas rasa bersyukur dengan apa yang dimiliki..

"Mereka bilang, dunia maya dan dunia nyata itu, berbeda. Tapi aku merasa menemukan sekat sekat otak, yang mengeluarkan oksigen yang serupa. Saat aku mengagumi satu orang yang kukagumi jalan pikirannya, tulisannya, dan cara dia memandang dunia. Aku merasa nyaman, walaupun aku masih menjadi penonton."

"Aku jatuh cinta, pada seseorang yang bahkan sampai saat ini aku tak tahu warna matanya."

"Saya pernah baca buku, teori daya tarik. Alam semesta, itu semuanya terkait. Sinkonisitas. Semesta bukan seperti satu garis lurus, tapi dia merupakan satu lingkaran yang tidak ada putusnya, di ekspan dia membesar dan semua yang didalamnya itu berhubungan. Jadi tidak masuk akal, kalau ada orang bilang kebetulan. Tidak ada kebetulan, itu disebut terhubung. Kepakkan sayap kupu-kupu di Hongkong, bisa menyebabkan badai di New York."

"Ini yang orang-orang selalu lakukan ke saya, berbicara dan memandang seolah saya negative."

"Aku nggak inget apa-apa.. yang aku ingat hanya.. cahaya putih. Cahaya yang.. sangat terang, di atas padang rumput yang luar biasa luas.. tapi.. anehnya aku nggak takut. Aku malah ngerasa.. damai. Aku nggak pernah sedamai itu. Aku terbangun.. Ini gila.. Yang membuat aku tidak ingin mencintai apapun lagi kecuali ketenangan abadi.. Hanya itu yang aku cari.. bukan cinta, persahabatan, keluarga.. bukan pengalaman hidup sekalipun.."

"Kisah aku tentang seorang sahabat aku yang lahir di negeri orang, dia hidup dalam keluarga yang sangat sederhana.. setiap kali ibunya harus menyediakan ayam sebagai lauk, ibunya harus pergi ke pasar untuk membeli ayam.. tapi cuma bagian punggungnya saja.. Cuma itu yang mampu ia beli. Akhirnya, sahabat aku itu tumbuh dewasa dengan hanya mengetahui, kalau ayam itu hanya punya bagian punggung. Dia nggak pernah tau, ada paha, dada, sayap. Punggung, menjadi satu-satunya definisi dia, mengenai ayam.. Kalau aku.. aku jatuh cinta.. aku jatuh cinta pada seseorang yang hanya sanggup aku gapai, sebatas punggungnya saja. Seseorang, yang hanya sanggup aku nikmati bayangannya, tapi tak pernah bisa aku miliki.. seseorang yang hadir, bagaikan bintang jatuh. Sekelebat, kemudian menghilang begitu saja..tanpa sanggup tangan ini mengejarnya. Seseorang, yang hanya bisa aku kirimi isyarat.. sehalus udara, langit, awan, atau hujan.. Tapi sekarang justru menurut aku sahabat aku itu orang yang paling berbahagia, dia bisa menikmati punggung ayam..karena Cuma itu yang dia tau.. sedangkan aku, aku justru orang yang paling bersedih.. karena aku tau.. apa yang nggak akan pernah bisa aku miliki.."

Thank you, Dee.

For made these amazing stories with such greatest words ever.