Beauty, Brain, Bikini?

I have nothing against beauty pageant. If people think beauty should be celebrated and awarded, then so be it. Besides, it is sometimes quite amazing to see how God's creation could be so good. And I agree fully with their 'defense' that the event does not only celebrate physical beaty but also intelligence as well. Well, you got to have some brain to function as they do, and to reach that place in the fist place.

One thing I don't understand is the bikini. Beauty - okay, you make them parade in their national / traditional costumes, party dress, or whatever. Brain - you ask them good questions. Bikini? What does it have to do with all that? Breast measurement doesn't correspond with anything, and the lenght of their smooth legs are irrelevant. What if their hips / waist ratio is slightly off? It doesn't affect one bit of the perfection of their bodies and the function of their brain.

Bikini session also discriminates women who are nevertheless beautiful and smart, but choose not to reveal all of their bodily treasure. But then, perhaps, those women would not enter such event at all. So we may never know.

Beauty and brain - that would be more than enough.

be careful with what you write

Seems nice, blogging, doesn't it? You pour out your heart's contents, post your imaginations, write your opinion, all with abandon.

Well, be careful. Be very careful. This place is accessible to public and the power that be that controls the public. I just read it: someone got sacked from her job because of her opinion on her workplace. And someone got not a so friendly visit from the secret agent (or was it FBI) regarding his opinion on his president / government.

Suppose I write something nasty about the place I work at. Or suppose I wrote something really really nasty about the government running my beloved poor country, which, if managed properly, could be a prosperous place beyond imagination. Suppose then someone from the power that be stumbles upon my blog and read it and not happy with it. Who am I to challenge? I am but one tiny dispensable voice of many, important only unto myself and those whose life somehow go around me.

How much does anonymousity in the internet protect you? Those fast brain techies could find us easy enough, no doubt about that. And then... Sapobi no more.

Freedom always has it cost. As with any other thing. For the freedom of the say, you may lose your freedom as a protected individual and subject to scrutiny or intrussion.

- sigh -

seven thirty in the morning - what am i doing?

Have eaten a quarter of my bread, sipped half cup of my Milo, refused to read the news for today, jotted down my to-do list, checked my e-mails (both personal and work) and about to start playing the music in my comp.

So what else?

My day bagan today with a blackout at 5 AM. No, not that... with a sensual hug from my hubby before that. Then the alarm sound off at 5.10. Then suddenly the light went off and sound stopped. I had cold water for bath this morning. The light went on again just before we went off to work, at around 6.30 AM.

Now, at seven thirty, I am already wishing I were somewhere else. Anywhere but here. Work lost its appeal to me a week ago. I just switch the auto-pilot on: to get to work, get somethings done, and go home. Exhausted. Waking up the next day, hoping my mood would get better, and things would seem brighter.

At this seven thirty, nothing seems changed, yet. The same weary place, beaten spirit, things to do that I keep on putting off (much against my resolution for the year).

Somehow cheerfulness have left the building for today. Better get a replacement very soon, or indeed life would be bleak.

Heck, no!

For whatever there is: my life is too beautiful not to be enjoyed!

What is so wrong with being a woman?

You probably have read them, the news telling stories of how women are treated around the world - from the under developed nations to the superpower.

Here are some of them:

• lower payment for same position in office
• no right to vote
• female infanticide (if the word fails you, it means abortion of female babies)
• no right to inheritance
• no right to own property / estate
• cannot pass her nationality to her children if she marries a foreigner (thus, the baby borne out of her cannot be legally accepted as hers????? but only of the father????? try find the logic of THAT one!)
• subjugation to male authorities
• limited accesss to education, or none at all
• limited choices of works
• taking back seat in politics and economy
• domestication
• sexual harassment
• no recognition as breadwinner
• cannot claim leadership, especially in religious matters

And yet, your religion teach you to honor your mother, a woman, as she is noble? Honor thy mother, thy wife, thy sister....

Yeah, right!

Let me fly

Let me fly

to where there's liquid warmth
carrying away the pains and bad memories

to where there's fontain of contentment
flowing abudantly with niceties and fragrances

let me lost in thy current
to the stillness of your bottom
engulfed in darkness
and nothingness

Why I ceased reading the news

It started about four years ago, I think. I stop reading the news, I stop reading what happened to this country, I stop reading and wanting to know about politics. I never listen to the radio talkshow about current situation of the nation.

I tuned in to BBC and sometimes CNN, read Newsweek, browse the internet, but not longer pay attention to what happening within this country. Unless it is terribly big - cause I haven't ceased to scan the headlines and take notice.

Why?

Reading the local news makes me heart-broken and lost hopes of whatever good that is left in this country. For a person who believes in dreams and who live by the rules "when there's hope, there's life" I guess I am truly dead - concerning government and the people running it.

Sometimes things that happen still stir emotions in me (mostly anger and more hatred), but since those emotions do me no good except raising my blood pressure and heart rate - I chose to ignore them. Though sometimes ignoring doesn't work and I got all excited after all.

May God have mercy on this country and its people.
May God have mercy on my soul.

bermimpilah

my quote for today:

bermimpilah... bahkan jika kamu tahu mimpi itu tidak bisa kamu gapai
bermimpilah... selama itu bikin hati kamu senang

/sapobi

Liar liar

"He who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and third time, till at lenght it becomes habitual; he tells lies without attending to it, and truths without the world's believing in him. This falsehood of the tounge leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions."
Thomas Jefferson

Sleepy head

sleepy head
working in her desk
trying to stay in her office
eyes heavy
head nodding

sleepy head
pretend to be present
only in the body
not the mind
not the spirit

sleepy head
typing this entry
as her mind is empty

sleepy head
... where's my pillow and bed?

I simply hate them

Yup. The pemerintah running this country - my beloved country. I rarely swear, really. I got blown over a lot of issues, but I rarely swear. But today, I cannot contain it no longer. I won't write it here, but by jove! F... 'em!

Enough said (I had been letting this entry sitting there since morning, trying to write in decent note of what my thoughts are.. but alas, there's no decent thought on them).

May God have mercy on their souls.

What's happening to me?

It is unlikely of me to not write for so many days - unless something happens to me. So what's happening to me?

Seems it's a bit hard to juggle reading the BBCworld, detik.com, tend to my Yahoo mails, my friendster, and my blog (and fit them into office hours....). And with the snail pace my body is allowed to work at, don't hope too much.

I was about to write for those men out there on what to expect when their wives get pregnant. You know... the body change, the emotional change, and everything that comes in between. This may (this should) be my last pregnancy, one that I would like to stay in my memory for a long time. One that I would like to cherish, as with other things that are the last of them. And beside, though this one came as a real surprise, and a rather heightened anxiety on what to follow with another additon to the bunny family, I enjoy every bit of it. Down to the leg cramp, the nausea, the mood swing, you name it. And most of all: how my hubby reacts to it. Oh, so lovingly....

So, basically, what's happening to me is nothing. It's just that I have to slow down everything.

La dolce vita!