Thoughts

Does World Need Superhero?

21.26

February 25, 2017

I got this question while brainstorming in the mid of my midnight cramming, no offense.


SUPERHERO /ˈsuː.pəˌhɪə.rəʊ/ /ˈsuː.pɚ-/ noun [ C ]
1.                    a character in a film or story who has special strength and uses it to do good things and help other people.
2.                   someone who has done something very brave to help someone else.
Coming from the words super and hero, they were merged into a noun word defining someone who has a special strength and uses it to do good things, well basically getting rid of the villains into phantom zone, or helping people whose houses are in fire, stopping robbery maybe. But yes, they are human.


Human means...
They are the fully developed mammalians? They are the bestest creature that could exist in the world with plus super power. They fall in love, right? Do they have rage? Lust, at least? 
Among hundreds, thousands maybe of superheroes, they all have their own altruism, history of why they have the 'super' word attach to them, or simply a motive of why the dedicate their lives for society's good.
Like, Spiderman!
Peter Parker happened to get bitten by an irradiated spider that turned him into physiologically mutated human and granted his powers superhuman strength; reflexes; and balance, and his special spider web shots that keep him clinging indomitably to most surfaces.
Or, Batman?
The playboy and wealthy Bruce Wayne who live in resentment at his parents murder relies on his genius intellect, physical power, detective knack, and science and technology to eradicate criminals in Gotham.
Maybe, Captain America.
Through super-soldier serum and vita-ray treatment, he was transformed his strength, agility, and rapid recuperating are at the zenith of natural human potential.  
Do we need them?
The images of superheroes tend to be inherent with the depiction of super criminals city, conceiving the idea of how powerless the law is, portraying of how incapable the police officers are. It's a grim circumstance in which I never wanted to go, no one wants to. This is the first justification why I don’t want superheroes exist in my real life. I have ninety-nine problems, but those monsters and zombies won’t be ones.
Secondly, in the idea of justice. For whom?
Our law has regulated as just as it could be on everyone involved, for the criminals, victims, also witnesses. Justice should be created for every human being regardless their bad deeds.
In many scenes of superheroes movies, the act of their defensive action turned into violation of human rights. Rights to be presumed as innocent, rights to attend the court for trial, and many things that have been ruled in law, such as


Miranda Rights:
The circumstances triggering the Miranda safeguards, i.e. Miranda rights, are "custody" and "interrogation". Custody means formal arrest or the deprivation of freedom to an extent associated with formal arrest. Interrogation means explicit questioning or actions that are reasonably likely to elicit an incriminating response.
“The person in custody must, prior to interrogation, be clearly informed that he/she has the right to remain silent, and that anything the person says will be used against that person in court; the person must be clearly informed that he/she has the right to consult with an attorney and to have that attorney present during questioning, and that, if he/she is indigent, an attorney will be provided at no cost to represent him/her.”
Justice can be created into some accounts, such as restorative and retributive justice. And that’s why human make a system in law enforcement in order to achieve the goals of justice. Restorative justice is created to restore, while retributive justice tend to make the villain pay in kind for what he/she had done, or in another word we punish them, for instance by putting them into jail, taking their rights of freedom of living with society.
RESTORE /rɪˈstɔː r / /-ˈstɔːr/ verb [ T ]
1.    to return something or someone to an earlier good condition or position
2.    If you restore a quality or ability that someone has not had for a long time, you make it possible for them to have that quality or ability again

What superheroes do is basically a retributive action by beating the criminals up.
We can say superheroes are vigilantes,

VIGILANTE /ˌvɪdʒ.ɪˈlæn.ti/ /-ˈlæn.t ̬i/ nouna person who tries in an unofficial way to prevent crime, or to catch and punish someone who has committed a crime, especially because they do not think that official organizations, such as the police, are controlling crime effectively. Vigilantes usually join together to form groups.
Yes, they do such a noble act to sacrifice for the society, but violation can’t be handled by the same violation, that’s why law is here.
So do we need superheroes? Well, the answer is yours. But If I were obliged to put a superheroes in this world. I would choose Mexico. I heard the gangster shot the police helicopter.

Thoughts

Education: Discipline yet Friendly

15.41

December 25, 2016


As you age, you’ll develops your own theories of how you want to act in your entire life. Everyone has their own art in choosing thousands of wisdom and lessons, to choose one or to seek their own way. I have been going to school, receiving all sorts of preach from teachers for seventeen years now and I feel like I have my own freedom to convey any values ​​and morals which ever been instilled.

Formal education plays an important role in preparing everyone to determine of  what kind of person they will grow and develop. What good education would help? Friendly Education.

The theory put forward by William Glasser can describe what kind of education should be done. Glasser said that there are four basic needs of children, freedom, achievements, joy, and love, and these four points should be instillled in school. Teachers, should be able to ensure classrooms are fun and interesting for every student, despite their misbehave behavior. Misbehave behavior of each student is a proof that freedom is still exist, but in a condition that consequences are also available. A teacher is allowed to own the right of authority in the classroom to control conducive situation.

This is one form of discipline. Assertive discipline is a solution to misbehave behavior. According to Lee and Marlene Canter, discipline aims to teach students to choose the action that can be accounted for. Discipline may take place on condition that a teacher should not waver in the face of student behavior that tries to beg, bribe, cry, angry, aggressive or sulk.
One of the failures that often hamper the progress of discipline value is inconsistency in applying the rules. Friendly education is an education accommodated with love and compassion. However this is often used as a proposition to release a student who is at fault. For a teacher, showing care, sympathy, even empathy is essential to establish respect in students. But, to be objective is also important to establish the student responsible.

Science

Chocolate: A Happy Booster

13.00

December 9, 2016

O–nice life, while I am still able to feel my head fully compressed by shattered and scattered lectures’ matters, papers, readings, cheap typical dilemma of teenager, and all those bugs filling every single space of my lobes. Ha-ha, how nice…

THAT’S–what makes curse is damn heavenly good.

In today’s 24/7 world, stress affects us in myriads ways. From the light-simple bad mood to the badly extreme migraine, from the unknown reason crying and yelling to excessive unstoppable munching habit. Those are all how people will define and notify that they are in one of “stressed-out” phase of life. True?

Then, what would one do to relieve their stress? to at least escape from the inflexible feeling of the heart?

Most of them would run around the town.

Go dating? Hmm… seeing his smile is an answer of all problems.

Yelling out loud, cursing, swearing. Oh-damn, I owe so much to those who found those words of curse. 

But… I would walk to the convenient store, grabbing one bar of $1 delfi chocolate, one with almond inside. First of all, it’s not tiring. Secondly, I am not really sure if I have someone to go dating with. 

Thirdly, I hate when my throat sore from all shouting. The last, it’s sweet and comfort me.
“Chocolate is cheaper than therapy and you don’t need an appointment“
anonymously written-a nice quote found in a Journal.

Parker and Crawford had proven that from 3000 individuals with clinical depression, 45% showed their crave for eating chocolate reasoning it would help them with their mood. Chocolate has been used as clinical therapy since the days of the Aztecs. Interesting?




Some researchers concluded that chocolate has therapeutic effect on modulating stress. It was reported that consuming 50 g of dark chocolate could decrease stress reactivity through suppressing cortisol synthesis from adrenal gland. The modulating effect of chocolate is done by inhibiting serotonin degradation and prolongs its action on creating happiness. Salsalinol (SAL) contents in chocolate also bind to dopamine receptors which affect reward system and endorphins production. 

Another interesting mechanism of chocolate psychoactive effect is acted by the nutritional value. High intake of high-carbohydrate and tryptophan would increase your insulin’s plasma level. Insulin plays crucial role as amino acid transporter and help tryptophan decreasing their competitor passing blood-brain barrier to be converted into serotonin. Thus, it’s an important mechanism which increase serotonin level in brain post-synapse. 

By the way, I am just finding my own justification and excuses to keep enjoying chocolate despite the weight-gain I am facing. Whatever it takes, make your self happy first! Happy, happy :)

Dari Hati

21.21

December 7, 2016

Di mana rindu ini akan bermuara?
Di antara ribuan teriknya hati yang menunggu.

Rasanya, aku mulai tak percaya dan merasa tak adil tentang "waktu yang akan menjawab..."
tak adil karena lambat laun aku menjadi lelah menunggu.

Bisakah kita hentikan candaan yang mulai tak lucu ini?
Dengan apapun caranya.

 Tak terasa...
mungkin malam mulai bosan mendengarkan.
aku juga mulai bosan.

rasa itu tak memiliki dimensi.
tapi melampaui jarak dan waktu itu bukannya tak sulit kan? 
tak mudah.

hampir tujuh tahun itu bukan main-main.
lama.
dan perasaan itu masih teretensi di sini, dengan rindu dan resah yang semakin membuatnya berkarat.

untuk kesekian kalinya, aku yang menjadi ragu.

Dari Hati

Hamba kepada Tuhan-nya

19.32

October 18, 2016

Tuhan menjawab pertanyaan dan harapan hambanya melalui langit yang tak berhingga. Entah mengapa semua prahara di dunia bisa terjadi, namun pasti ada keinginan pemilik semesta ini mengatakan sesuatu pada hamba yang penuh dengan kecurigaan dan kesalahpahaman ini.

Jika aku masih saja memendam prasangka, pasti karena tak cukup imanku untuk memahami maksud pertikaian antara air mata dan kemerahan di mataku. Tapi manusia seperti aku ini memang sangat gemar menuduhkan murka sembarangan, walau sebenarnya tak pantas.

Nafasku terengah-engah, disela air mata yang tak berhenti menghujam sesak dalam dada. Ini kali kedua, aku merasa patah hati karena kekecewaan. Sekali lagi aku merasa hancur dan enggan mencari alasan atas kegagalan.

Ingin kusampaikan beribu umpat dan hujatan kepada helai angin yang seperti menertawakanku...

Aku sebenarnya sedang mencari perhatian Tuhan, walau aku tahu aku tak perlu mencari.
Aku sebenarnya sedang ingin menunjukkan kesaksian betapa sedih dan hebatnya rasa kecewa ini karena ulah Tuhan. Tapi sungguh, aku hamba yang tak tahu diri!

Janji apa yang Tuhan harusnya penuhi pada hamba-Nya ini? Janji Apa?
Tidak ada.

Karena aku bukan pemilik semesta ini. Tak ada kekuatan rasanya untuk sekedar meminta Tuhan memenuhi keserakahan hamba-Nya. Memang tak ada.
Harus apa lagi?
Jika meminta untuk dikabulkan rasanya berlebihan, maka bisakah hanya meminta saja? Hanya meminta tanpa imbuhan keinginan untuk dikabulkan?

Apalah lagi yang hamba ini bisa hidupkan? Selain bernafas bersela doa dan syukur. Pemilik semesta ini tak pernah menagih uang kontrakan.
Kalau saja Tuhan itu perhitungan, habis diri ini dijualpun tak mungkin mampu penuhi itu.

Bersyukur sajalah dengan apa yang ada, jika telah pandai bersyukur, berita apapun yang Tuhan sampaikan, tak akan ada berat di hati,

A Tale

Dari Dinda (bukan nama asli)

22.54

Kami adalah serdadu laron-laron yang hidup di balik dinding megah yang sayapnya rapuh tapi tak pernah lelah berebutan cahaya. Jika sayapnya lepas, sayap-sayap itu akan bertaburan di mana-mana seperti kertas convetti pada pesta perayaan.

Lompatlah melalui tembok-tembok kokoh yang jika malam pancaran lampunya mencurigakan. Di belakang sini, sebuah kehidupan masih berusaha bertahan dan jika telah kau lihat, sebutkan siapa yang sesungguhnya tak akan mengumpat?
Tak ada. 

Di situlah matahari akan terbenam, di sebelah barat kota Purwokerto.
Di situlah beribu umpat dan maaf ingin aku sampaikan pada dunia. 
 Adakah orang yang berkenan menjenguk mataku? Dinda yang tangannya penuh lecet bekas garukan dan gigitan nyamuk nakal tadi malam. Karena rumahku penuh lubang dan selimutnya hanya ada satu untuk dinda. Tidak apa, gatal ini tidak seberapa, jika kesal aku bisa membunuh penghisap darah itu hingga ia mati gepeng.
Banyak kakak-kakak datang ke sanggar, semua pasukan laron berkumpul. Tapi mereka tidak malu berteriak-teriak, berlarian menabrak kakak-kakak itu, dinda juga tidak mau kalah.

Restu tiba-tiba lewat dan agar penyambutan kakak-kakak lebih menarik, pertunjukan restu jatuh dan kepala gundulnya benjol terbentur lantai pasti akan seru. Aku ulurkan kakiku untuk menyandungnya.
Oops! Gagal. Dia hanya cengengesan.

Kali ini Ais yang berteriak-teriak membut telingaku sangat bising. Aku jambak kerudung merahnya, pasti dia akan lebih keras berteria.

"Aaah!"

Kan benar, dia berteriak dan semua mata tertuju pada kami.

Seorang kakak berkerudung menarikku, tapi aku masih ingin menggoda Ais hingga ia menangis. Aku mengulurkan tanganku lebih kuat tapi malah salah sasaran. Kakak itu yang terlihat sedikit kesal.

"Tuh kan, kakak yang kena." Kakak perempuan itu berbicara, nadanya sedikit meninggi. Ah, salah siapa menghalangiku.

Kakak itu menarikku menjauhi Ais dan membuatku duduk di pangkuannya. Aku masih tetap ingin melanjutkan perkelahiannya, belum ada pemenangnya. 

"Ayo kita menggmbar aja yuk." Kakak itu berkata dan menunjukkan sebuah kertas putih.

Kakak itu kemudian mengambil sebuah pensi dan aku langsung merebutnya. 


Pertama kali aku bertemu Dinda dan dia mendekatiku, aku berpikir Dinda mungkin sedikit terganggu secara psikologis. Dia tidak mendengarkan siapapun. Dinda kecil sangat liar.
Tapi setelah lebih mengenalnya, aku pikir dia hanya ingin kasih sayang dan perhatian yang lebih, dia marah ketika aku mengalihkan perhatian pada anak-anak lain. Di setiap kura-kura yang Dinda gambar, jika pujian aku sampaikan, Dinda akan terlihat bahagia.

Dinda adalah laron kecil yang memikul begitu banyak kasih sayang untuk keluarganya. Suatu saat saya bertanya mengenai ayahnya, dinda terlihat begitu rindu.

Terima kasih Dinda, untuk hari-hari yang penuh kasih...

Dinda suka sekali menggambar kura-kura. Kakak itu protes ketika ku menggambar kura-kura dengan kaki banyak. Biar saja, kasian kalau kakinya hanya empat, dia akan berjalan sangat lambat. Kakinya banyak agar jalannya bisa lebih cepat.

Kakak itu protes lagi, katanya Dinda suruh menggambar yang lainnya. Tapi Dinda hanya suka gambar kura-kura. Kura-kura berkaki banyak yang saling berteman.

Pada hari terakhir kakak-kakak di sanggar, Dinda akhirnya mau ikut kakak-kakak untuk sholat maghrib berjamaah di masjid. Dinda juga meminta kakak itu untuk membantu memotong kuku Dinda yang kotor. 
Setelah sholat maghrib, ketika Dinda sedang serius menggambar, seorang kakak cantik membawa baskom berisi banyak sekali biskuit kelapa. Dinda langsung berdiri dan menghampiri kakak itu dan mengambil banyak biskuit.

"Kakak pegang ini sebentar ya..." Aku berlari lagi untuk mengambil plastik.

Biskuit itu untuk adik Dinda, namanya Nina. Kasian Nina, di rumah tidak ada biskuit kelapa.

"Kakak, dinda pulang dulu ya... Nanti nina keburu tidur..."


Untuk seorang gadis kecil dengan kesan liar, seberkas kasih sayang itu ternyata masih ada dan seolah-olah menutup segala ketangguhannya...

Yang biasanya Dinda, gadis kecil dengan emosi labil dan tidak segan untuk menghajar siapapun yang mengganggunya, untuk membawakan beberapa biskuit untuk adik kecilnya, dia rela berlari pulang berharap Nina belum tidur... 

Biskuit Kelapa penuh Cinta...

Di salah satu percakapanku dengan Dinda, aku tanya tentang Ayahnya...
Ayahnya seorang supir bus mikrolet, yang tidak selalu pulang setiap harinya, yang membuatnya rindu.

"Dinda mau sama bapak, naik bus ke pantai..."

Dinda, satu tahun sudah cepat berlalu...
Dinda pasti sudah semakin tumbuh besar...
Sudah ke pantai belum, sayang?
Semoga bapak sering pulang ya...
Titip salam untuk Ibu dan Nina ya...

Dari Hati

21.46

September 19, 2016

 Untuk hidupnya harapan...

Salahkan resah, untuk waktu yang hanyut bersama keraguan. Aku ingin salahkan gelisah, untuk penat yang membuatku susah menghela nafas. Tapi, harus aku salahkan siapa ketika arah peraduan matahari justru memimpin langkahku pada-mu yang bukan hanya kiasan. 

Tuhan sampaikan kabar indah ini, mungkin telah lama juga Tuhan tuliskan titah ini bahwa pada saat itu aku akan akhirnya memutus sejenak kerinduan, walau kini sudah mulai meracau lagi rindu itu...

Hanya bertukar pandangan-pun melegakan rasanya...
Hanya beriringan senyum-pun luar biasa bahagianya...

Yang selalu berada membentang bersama mega, walau jauh, di lipatan langit entah bagian mana.
Yang masih enggan untuk tak berada jauh...

Tiupan rinduku membeku dan menjadi embun di sela jendela kamarmu...
Di satu embun di antara rindu-rindu yang bertebaran, satu itu milikmu...
Satu itu milikmu, dan di sinilah bagian hulu dari mana rindu itu mengalir. 
Semoga tak sia-sia dan sekedar hanyut bermuara di laut yang tak terhingga...


Thoughts

Personality: INTJ-T?

11.54

June 30, 2016


Personality shouldn’t be kept mystery. 

Personality is someone’s hidden intelligence. 

No?

In the era where people should be their own-self’s hero, the best cheat to conduct a living is knowing who you are to be the best what you are…

It’s only a fun thing to do between your study, take it in only 12 minutes.

1. MIND: 80% INTROVERTED
2. ENERGY: 75% INTUITIVE
3. NATURE: 67% THINKING
4. TACTICS: 55% JUDGING
5. IDENTITY: 72% TURBULENT

It’s somehow sounded true that I wasn’t really good in engaging others or conditions. 
Based on the 16personalities website, INTJs form just two percent of the population, and women of this personality type are especially rare, forming just 0.8% of the population – it is often a challenge for them to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with their relentless intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. People with the INTJ personality type are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy.

The good side INTJs might show…
  • Quick, Imaginative and Strategic Mind – see things from many perspectives, taking every opportunity to improve their knowledge, and this shows in the strength and flexibility of their strategic thinking. Their curiosity would kill cats.
  • High Self-Confidence – INTJs trust their rationalism above all else, so when they come to a conclusion, they have no reason to doubt their findings. 
  • Independent and Decisive – Authority figures do not impress INTJs, nor do social conventions or tradition, and no matter how popular something is, if they have a better idea, INTJs will stand against anyone they have to in a bid to have it changed. 
  • Hard-working and determined – If something piques their interest, INTJs can be astonishingly dedicated to their work, putting in long hours and intense effort to see an idea through. 
  • Open-minded – All this rationalism leads to a very intellectually receptive personality type, as INTJs stay open to new ideas, supported by logic, even if (and sometimes especially if) they prove INTJs’ previous conceptions wrong. 
  • Jacks-of-all-Trades – capable of doing anything they set their minds to. Excelling at analyzing anything life throws their way, INTJs are able to reverse-engineer the underlying methodology of most any system and apply the concepts that are exposed wherever needed. INTJs tend to have their pick of professions, from IT architects to political masterminds

Despite those things that INTJs might have, I often heard people talk about me being arrogant, judgmental, overly analytical, and have no affection. It’s just funny. 

It turned out to be INTJ-T, it didn’t guarantee anything because I think personality is one’s brain prerogative. Things called emotions, affections, temperament, and manner are one’s prerogative. It shouldn’t be defined in particular way and nothing could measure it as how it is. 

But I’d like being secure when knowing these sort of lists, that nothing has ever been wrong. Being cold or warm, lenient or rigid, no one could guarantee which one would fit the best to live happier in lives.

Places

Sampookong, Semarang

06.46

May 29, 2016


So, there’s a big tree with red benches beneath. The perspective from that side made this pagoda looked so dashing from the natural rays God spreading us. A clear blue sky of course dignified the flaming red buildings all over places. 

I was sitting with my sister, having a random cackle about times we spent on us each when we were apart. 




I insisted to be photographed right in the center. It doesn’t look bad for the quality of phone’s camera, right? Giving me the broad view, somehow make me look a pinch-bit slimmer, please say yes!



This place called Sam Poo Kong, said to be one of historical place where Islam started in Indonesia? Well, since it would be Ramadan soon, it somewhat brought me chills, how beautiful religion could be, so flexible to find a space in everyone’s culture yet still has its dignity to stick onto what God’s saying. Masha Allah…

Diary

Unexpected Encounter

00.40

My heart keeps beating like crazy bringing me into an immense of anxiety. It doesn't feel alright these recent days. Something was stuck inside my gorge like a clump that resist my breathing and it feels hard to inflate my chest. I am not well. I know I am not fine.

What has brought me to this state? What kind of past has led me to this way where now I often found my self off, deflated, and down.

...

I made up this story...

Once, I roamed the streets looking for a release. Just walking. I had no exact direction of where to bring my feet to. I was merely walking aimlessly under the calming cold which comforted me inside my sweater.

My hands were nearly frozen. They almost turned into ice block from the sharp cold. It wasn't a comforting cold but a freezing one. Indeed, my heart felt a bit at ease. I heard cold has this nice hypoesthesia upshot where it makes your nerves ending felt like numb. Hmm... at least I could feel my heart felt like numb to cover up the heartache. In turn, my body got stiff.

I ended my wandering on a wood bench watching every shadow passed through my sight until I sensed a warm beside me, only few inches away. I took a slight glance just to capture a pair of smiling eyes were staring back at me, too short glance to see the color of his eyes.

I announced my uncompromising way of socializing by staying quiet and refusing his offer to converse. I felt like I hadn't recorded his voice inside my parietal lobes. His voice traveled and poked my Wernicke's area to process his low-deep voice. I resisted it so much and I lost. I eventually turned my head to take a look of how he was. The atmosphere suffocated me so much. It was an awkward bump with stranger who seemed friendly and tried to befriend me.

His eyes radiated warmth filling up my vacant heart. Seems like competing with the blood running through the veins. No wonder, I felt a bit breathless, a little hypoxia? He blocked the bloods to enter my heart and occupied its every chamber with his charms. This should be kidding. It was probably just because my sympathetic nerves were triggered and my heart started beating too fast before my bloods able to get in. If it was my sympathetic nerves, why my face felt like burning and turned into grilled crab?

...

I was so imperceptible but that brief encounter had somewhat gave me a new feeling. Nothing could describe.

I am trying to open up little by little now following my curiosities.

I ended falling in love in thing I never thought before. It even goes further to every space inside my cell, now.

But, how does it feel to be rejected by thing you have put your heart into it?

Hurt.

No kidding.

Hurt.

It brought me to a realization that actually I am still lacking too much.

I might need a defibrillator now to keep my heart from jerking every single time I feel excited to learn it.