Nov 17, 2012 – Changed the brand name to Happinette
Dec 31, 2011 – This post was written on May 3, 2011 as a draft, never see the light of day until now, the last day of 2011. It’s about a project about something that has became a passion of mine for quite some time now. It’s about happiness.
Jan 9, 2013 – The initial post below is reposted in its original form, on its original time.
Koi Cafe & Gallery, 3 May 2011, 7.30 PM
Here I am, sitting here in this posh café on a long comfy sofa. Just closed a web design project deal but my client @imbipulungan has long gone for a yoga session. My MacBookPro is still displaying web browser with website I am working on. A twitter client also present on the side of the screen, displaying my timeline, scrolling down endlessly. Nothing there caught my eye though. Even the work on screen. My mind was wondering somewhere else. Exact same venue, but was on the old location though. When nothing happened.
I was torn whether I am ordering dinner or not. My body doesn’t want to eat, but my mind craves for something. And also I need to go to the restroom. I relented and ordered a fried rice with Australian lamb. Gave a gesture to the waiter to keep an eye on my computer while I finished my business.
Back where I was. Feel like doing something, but not working. What is it? Writing this? Yes, I had procrastinated writing this for quite a long time now. My life story. My pursuit of something. The story behind this and that. Heck, I haven’t writing about anything for a long portion in my life, other that HTML tags and CSS Divs and Classes. Has I restraint myself from expressing myself through writing. Why, I asked myself. And why now? why writing now? I don’t know. It’s what the Universe has planned to happen I guess.
This is what it is that’s happening. I am writing not what I hope to happen, nor what I wish not happening. I write the story as it is happening. I remember a line said by a female character from a movie that I love. but it’s on the tip of my brain, can’t recall. But this is not her story, nor anybody else’s. it’s my story.
The story is about happiness, and how everybody is in pursuit of happiness. Each and every one of us always think, talk, be, do something in order to make us happier. My story is my own little pursuit of my happiness, and how I made someone else happier, and it made me happy.
(stopped writing, checking on my timeline)
Yes, you might say that I am obsessed with happiness. Without hesitation I confess I am. All of my life I’m always seeking to be happy. One’s never realized he’s in pursuit of happiness, until he realized that it’s within him all along. It’s nowhere out there. it’s in us.
To come to that conclusion I went through a hell of a ride. But things happening the last 1 year has brought a lot of enlightenment to me, and I am hoping with this writings, I can share things that has enlightened me to others who read this, to you. Yes, you. Hope that by sharing happiness we can make ourselves better, lift ourselves through hard times and can see silver linings in the darkest cloud.
Just made a random “Get well soon” to a person (@PutriSentanu) I follow on Twitter, although I don’t know her personally.
In fact, the whole thing was started when I made someone happier, a particular public personality (@rahmahumayya) I cheered up through Twitter. One day she tweeted that she is in such a bad mood. Out of the blue I then replied to her aforementioned tweet, trying sincerely to cheer her up spontaneously.
She is a famous TV & radio personality, a model and an MC. I only know her through sites, television and magazines. All this time I only follow her. Well, before that tweet convo every once in a while I RT or reply to her tweet. But this time I just do what my heart said, cheer a person in need, make her happier.
From the response seems like she’s happier. And that also made me feel good and warm inside. No, it’s not that I managed to make a public figure happier. But I managed to make someone happier. Someone, an acquaintance or a stranger is not even in the picture.
In one of those wisdom tweets, the late Lady Diana Spencer once suggests us to do random act of kindness. This must be one of those.
Since then, I am randomly trying to make other people happier through tweets. Sometimes with the expected result, the other times it’s a whole different outcome. People tend to label me as ‘galau’ (jaded in Indonesian,) ‘gila’ (crazy,) and with other names. Others even dissed me for being too offensive and plain antisocial, not conforming to any socially accepted value.
Yes I admit many times I was not in a state of happiness in other to make other happy. I am sorry if I offended anybody, I’m just a human being who tries to communicate.
The first tweet and all these interaction with her sparks me an idea about an app, which also has been an obsession for me all these times. That what’s making me address her as Muse. More of that along with the story.
I continue to interact on Twitter with @rahmahumayya with all the ups and downs, the dramas and the comedies. I thought those helped start up the #NoMention and #Kode (#code) thing. The galau tweets. The song lyric tweets. The YouTube dedications.
Many might have the perception that this is like a star-struck regular guy falls in love with a celebrity , and trying all his best to woo her. Well, at first I admit I didn’t know what I felt. Being a healthy single guy must’ve taken tolls many times. All I wanted to do is make her happy. Make anybody happy, in particular the twemans in my time line. The tweeps I follow or even random tweeps which I don’t follow.
With this story I pay highest respect to @rahmahumayya. I honor her private life. Just wanted to share my side of the story. My perception of it. How I learn in life. In my pursuit of happiness. By making other people happy.
(To be continued)
- I will try my best to contact the person mentioned in the story to ask for permission
- To a person I mentioned here in the story, if you have objection that I mentioned your name, please mention of DM me on Twitter (@farry) or email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) and I will try to remove your Twitter-name without sacrificing the essence of the story, or I will use a pseudo-Twitter-name.