Showing posts with label Friendster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friendster. Show all posts

Friday, September 19, 2008

Sungguh Pedulikah Kamu?


"Gambarkan aku dengan 1 kata. Hanya 1 kata. Kirim jawabannya padaku lalu kirim pesan ini ke teman2mu dan lihat jawaban aneh dan mengagumkan tentangmu. Bales ya, karena ini sangat seru!"

Ternyata meninggalkan jejak-jejak eksistensi berupa komentar dan testimonial di berbagai situs jejaring sosial seperti MySpace, Friendster, Multiply dan Facebook kini tidak lagi cukup bagi sebagian orang.
Sejak dua hari belakangan ini, sudah puluhan teman mengirimkan pesan serupa di atas yang tiba-tiba muncul begitu saja dalam jendela perbincangan saat aku sedang online di Yahoo! Messenger.
Dari content-nya saja, sudah ketahuan dengan jelas bahwa pesan ini tidak lebih dari semacam pesan massal yang dikirimkan kepada semua orang di dalam daftar teman-teman Messenger si pengirim, dan cenderung memberikan kesan layaknya spam messages, yang kurang-lebih menyerupai pesan ucapan selamat hari raya identik dan kurang berperasaan – karena bersifat sangat impersonal – yang berseliweran dan memenuh-menuhi kotak surat telepon genggam kita menjelang perayaan hari raya tertentu.
Sebenarnya sudah sebegitu narsiskah kita kini, sampai merasa perlu meminta semua orang di dalam daftar Y!M kita untuk mendeskripsikan diri kita sendiri? Kalaupun kemudian teman-teman kita di daftar Y!M tersebut merespon, apakah kita benar-benar peduli apa jawaban yang mereka berikan? Apakah kita akan benar-benar senang ketika mendapatkan dan membacanya? Apakah cuma pujian – atau apapun bentuk jawaban yang kita dapatkan – yang memberi makna bagi hidup kita?

Hal-hal kecil dalam hidup terkadang dan dengan caranya yang tak terduga memang bisa mewarnai dan menambah ceria hidup ini.
Namun terkait pesan “hanya 1 kata” ini, apakah kita akan bisa sungguh-sungguh peduli?

Bila ditanyakan padaku, jawabannya adalah: tidak.
Jika aku tidak merasa memiliki kedekatan personal dengan si pemberi jawaban / respon balik, rasanya apapun jawaban yang dia / mereka berikan untukku, tidak akan meninggalkan kesan apapun. Dan sebagai impilkasinya, aku juga tidak akan peduli.
Now you can call me ignorant. Silahkan. I don’t mind at all.


Dan sebagai penutup tulisan ini:
Maaf buat beberapa teman yang hanya mendapatkan respon balik berupa tanda tanya (?) dariku. Aku sudah jelaskan apa maksudku dengan tanda baca itu, bukan?

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Not a Starbucks Addict

Being a self-acclaimed Starbucks addict, which many of my close friends would no doubt agree, I never thought I would find - well, online - these two guys : Mark Malkoff who visited all 171 Starbucks stores in Manhattan in one day, and Winter who has been on a personal mission to visit EVERY Starbucks stores in the world, who were by far outweighed my so-called Starbucks addict.

I guess, comparing to those two, using picture of me holding up a grande-size cup exposing Starbucks logo in full view as my Friendster's primary photo, or collecting 20 stamps in order to get Starbucks' limited 2007 time-planner (and by doing so spending US $ 65 for lattes in a single month), or setting up various appointments for casual meetings with friends at any closest Starbucks stores, or submitting a 3000 words essay on Starbucks Summer Writing Contest 2006, does not count as being a Starbucks-addict, does it ?

It All Started With a Phone-call


Last Thursday (April 14th) while I was in a break of shooting between episodes of "Your Face or Mine?" game show, suddenly my 'official' cellphone (i.e. one of my three handsets) rang. Thought it was from someone at the office, regarding its caller ID (the number).
Well, it was true from someone at the office, but my previous one.
The headquarter office of a national TV station, famous with it's variety show, the one with "that gay guy of arisan!", and a stripping sitcom featuring a bajaj-driver with his salon-owner wife and a witty-old mother-in-law.

He (my friend who called me, that was) asked me some updates on my life (which has nothing new, beside a confusing (miss- ?) communication with a flight attendant-slash-freelance model-slash-new friend, which of course I would not mention at that time), and I told him everything was fine indeed.

Then he asked me to write more, because according to him, he likes to read what I wrote. Funny, since I wrote in such 'places' that I'm sure he does not have access to (such as my alumni restricted mailing-list).

Yeah, anyway, he asked me to start writing a blog of my own. On Friendster's blog.
Well, it did not mean that I had not think about it previously. In fact, many times.

But my own very personal reason is that I don't have enough time to write stuffs regularly.
And I don't really feel into things regularly. I get bored often. And quite fast.
That's why I never finished the 1000 pieces puzzle my sister gave for Christmas present which I started rearranging two months ago.

Also "The English Patient" novel Astrid brought me from Perth which I started reading four years ago. And who knows for how long I will (or can ?) maintain this so called Friendster blog of mine ?

Let's see, because I myself am so curious to find it out.

So, Chip, thanks for your call and that hilarious chit-chat we had. Because of those sincere attention, I started this blog from today.

And for you, guys and girls (*trying not to sound sexist*), friends, if you have any slightest interest in me or just like to read ANYTHING that I feel like to write down in this blog, I wish you "Happy Reading!", and enjoy !!


[Mampang Prapatan, South Jakarta. Originally posted in MarkO's Friendster's blog, April 20th, 2005. 6:47 PM]