It’s 2013 already.
A part of me is like.... meh! It’s another year. There is no significant
difference before and after new years eve. I have a few plans under my belt but
nothing to major besides rethinking my job. I hope to continue to travel this
year with another spicy plan up my sleeve.
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Another part of
me is dreading the fact that I’m turning 33 and I’m still single. I pray that I
won’t be single by the time I hit by birthday. Forget that, I pray that I won’t
be single tomorrow!! Considering my love life, it’s been a hard year. I’ve lost
hope. Being single and out of the dating game during 2012 made me realize that
there is lesser hope for me to even get married at all.
Being an
Indonesian girl, I’m said to be out of my prime. And while people should set me
up with dates or introduce me to people, they rather pity me instead. All in a
days of an Asian single gal. Hopeless about love life in her 30s.
However, I’m a
Moslem at heart. As Joan Osborne would sing:
... if seing meant
that you would have to believe, in things like heaven and in Jesus and
the saint, and all the prophets...yeah God is great...
As a believer, I
would also have to believe that people were made in pair as said in the Koran.
I’m in a battle against my faith. I trully have lost faith in it. What have
become of me?
But I remember
that particular day I was transiting in a specific town which I will not mention.
I made a pit stop to a Wetar friend which I highly respect but will remain
nameless. Surprisingly, he was a man of ... magic (Again, because I’m a believer,
I also believe that this world is full of unexplained wonders and metaphysical
substance. I passively believe in it, meaning I don’t get my bizz up in dat!).
He showed me many of his family heirs of which one of the them was an item of
two bamboos stuck to one another. He said, a powerful religious man put the two
bamboo together exhibiting the power of God to his believers. It was from a
very long time ago. He assured me that the bamboo was magical and that it knew
everything. I mean EVERYTHING! I believed him.
He probably saw
me as skeptical (when in fact I just didn’t want to medle with it) and sat me
down to prove his words. He took out a little clay pot and placed the bamboo on
it. After whispering chant and greeting the bamboo, he introduced me to it. I said
hi. Now, despite that this is a wierd act, I need to note that I’m one of those
people that believe everything God made has a soul, including trees and rocks.
So I had no problem saying hi to a bamboo.
Each with one finger,
we lifted the rim of the clay pot. We were not able to direct it in anyway. And
true enough,the bamboo rotated answering yes-no questions. In short, I was
running up and down his house laughing out loud, amazed of what the bamboo
knew. I’ve never been so closed to magic. Not this kind.
After many
correctly answered questions, I was given one question to ask the bamboo that I
did not have to say out loud. And so I asked... ‘is my match out there?’ We
hadn’t even lifted the clay pot properly and the bamboo had already gave me a
strong confident answer ... ‘Yes’. Now, I would have to believe, right? Anyone? :)
