some years ago, when my boss was asked to describe me by one of our colleagues in not-so-distant place, he told her: 'she's like a big kid. she talks to people just like that, regardless of who they are'.
i was not sure whether to take it as a compliment or to see it as something that i needed to work on in my personality.
yeah, sure. i still look and behave, perhaps, like a big kid.
i am not quite competent at hiding my feelings, nor to talk 'nicely'.
i show my feelings, and talk my feelings out. no pretense. no icing.
i'm easily got happy or excited about something as easily as i got anxious about something
you don't have to elaborate on the things that make me happy, coz i would just tell you. easy, huh?
same with things i don't like. it's no quiz at all. i'll tell you right away.
don't try to surprise me too much. i'm not too good with pretending i like it when i don't. so the surprise would then be yours. my loving husband, with all his good intentions, is a living testimony to that. bless his nice soul and his endevour to always make me happy.
so it's a puzzle to me why people's relations have to be so complicated
you say things nicely about something while you only mean less than half of it
you put up polite face while your heart is seething and your brain is protesting
you smile at things you don't like and comment as if it's the most facinating things you've ever seen
you make an elaborate paremeter of what makes you happy. you measure your succes, your wealth, how your kids are in school, what your bag (and its brand) is holding.
i just want to be happy. simply happy.
kiddy happy. when i want A and i got A. when I want love and I have love.
when I don't care about what others are having, coz they are not relevant to me.
no, i won't trade that kid in me for anything. coz I am happy.
and the next time you think i'm too frank... well i'm frank.
if you need sugar-laced truth, talk to someone else.
/live happy!
Wednesday, October 3
Friday, September 14
bilingual
sekolah2 endonesa, terutama yang di jakarta, nampaknya lagi 'keblinger' dengan tema bilingual.
di sekolah2 rsbi (rintisan sekolah bertaraf [berstandar?] internasional) dijanjikan kelas2 pelajaran tertentu bilingual. dikebutlah pendidikan guru2 untuk bisa berbahasa inggris. atau dipanggillah 'native' untuk memberikan kelas tambahan. jangan salah, 'native' kadang2 bisa saja orang filipina. dan kurang jelas juga apakah beliau ini punya sertifikasi ESL (english as second language) dan bukan sekedar EFL (english as foreign language).
saya ga mo panjang2 ttg rsbi. yang mo saya bahas konsep bilingual.
orang endosa seharusnya bangga. terlahir sebagai orang endonesa, pada umumnya kita brojol memasuki dunia yang sudah bilingual. eits, jangan protes dulu. dipikir bilingual itu berarti bahasa endonesa dan bahasa inggris saja? salah besar.....
menurut webster dictionary online, salah satu definisi bilingual adalah:
using or able to use two languages especially with equal fluency
yang artinya mampu menggunakan dua bahasa dengan sama fasihnya
dipikir orang2 sunda yang lahir di bandung dan sehari2 berbahasa sunda dengan orang rumah, dan berbahasa endonesa di sekolah ga bilingual? dipikir orang2 jawa hari2nya berbahasa jawa (dengan segala dialeknya) dan berbahasa endonesa di lingkup formal ga bilingual? dst.......
saya juga baru sadar akan hal ini, saat hadir di suatu pertemuan yang dihadiri penerjemah dan pemerhati bahasa. ada yang bilang, kurang lebih: orang 'bule' itu iri dengan kita, sebetulnya, karena banyak dari kita yang bilingual dari kecil.
nah.
masih keblinger dengan bilingual? ga usahlah. wong dengan belajar bahasa asing tambahan ternyata orang endonesa itu sudah jadi trilingual.
salam.
di sekolah2 rsbi (rintisan sekolah bertaraf [berstandar?] internasional) dijanjikan kelas2 pelajaran tertentu bilingual. dikebutlah pendidikan guru2 untuk bisa berbahasa inggris. atau dipanggillah 'native' untuk memberikan kelas tambahan. jangan salah, 'native' kadang2 bisa saja orang filipina. dan kurang jelas juga apakah beliau ini punya sertifikasi ESL (english as second language) dan bukan sekedar EFL (english as foreign language).
saya ga mo panjang2 ttg rsbi. yang mo saya bahas konsep bilingual.
orang endosa seharusnya bangga. terlahir sebagai orang endonesa, pada umumnya kita brojol memasuki dunia yang sudah bilingual. eits, jangan protes dulu. dipikir bilingual itu berarti bahasa endonesa dan bahasa inggris saja? salah besar.....
menurut webster dictionary online, salah satu definisi bilingual adalah:
using or able to use two languages especially with equal fluency
yang artinya mampu menggunakan dua bahasa dengan sama fasihnya
dipikir orang2 sunda yang lahir di bandung dan sehari2 berbahasa sunda dengan orang rumah, dan berbahasa endonesa di sekolah ga bilingual? dipikir orang2 jawa hari2nya berbahasa jawa (dengan segala dialeknya) dan berbahasa endonesa di lingkup formal ga bilingual? dst.......
saya juga baru sadar akan hal ini, saat hadir di suatu pertemuan yang dihadiri penerjemah dan pemerhati bahasa. ada yang bilang, kurang lebih: orang 'bule' itu iri dengan kita, sebetulnya, karena banyak dari kita yang bilingual dari kecil.
nah.
masih keblinger dengan bilingual? ga usahlah. wong dengan belajar bahasa asing tambahan ternyata orang endonesa itu sudah jadi trilingual.
salam.
Monday, September 10
emang dasar niat gampang luntur
begitulah saya
janjinya mo nulis tiap hari
hm
janjinya ditawar jadi nulis seminggu dua kali
hm
ditawar lagi jadi seminggu sekali
hm?
dan kenyataannya hanya nulis klo mood ajah
sebetulnya
nulis itu terapi juga
ya, sesi curhat pribadi lah
tanpa audiens yang jelas
sukur ada yang baca
(MAUnya ada yang baca)
engga juga gapapa
(gapapa itu klo hati saya lagi damai)
begitulah saya
janjinya mo nulis tiap hari
hm
janjinya ditawar jadi nulis seminggu dua kali
hm
ditawar lagi jadi seminggu sekali
hm?
dan kenyataannya hanya nulis klo mood ajah
sebetulnya
nulis itu terapi juga
ya, sesi curhat pribadi lah
tanpa audiens yang jelas
sukur ada yang baca
(MAUnya ada yang baca)
engga juga gapapa
(gapapa itu klo hati saya lagi damai)
begitulah saya
Monday, May 28
on being twins
apa rasanya jadi anak kembar dua (twins)?
berbagi tempat di dunia dengan seorang lainnya bahkan sebelum lahir?
dan hampir selalu ada saja yang bertanya 'kembar ya'?
dan selalu dianggap hanya separo dari suatu pasangan?
anak2 kembarku berusia 11 tahun hari ini.
menuruti saran dari buku2 (dan menuruti perasaan hatiku juga)
aku mengarahkan mereka menjadi dua individu yang berbeda:
tidak ada baju kembar, kecuali seragam
tidak ada sepatu kembar (oke - kebetulan sepatu mereka kembar yg sekarang ini)
tidak ada piring, alat makan, alat tulis, kembar
mereka adalah 2 anak yang kebetulan berbagi rahim
hasilnya?
pada ulang tahun ke-11 ini, dan seperti ulang tahun sebelum ini
aku terpaksa membeli 2 kue yang berbeda
satu untuk tiap individu unik itu
hanya sekali pernah mereka berbagi kue,
saat merayakan ulang tahun ke-5 di TK
on being parent of twins
rasanya? tak terkatakan
unik. spesial. senang.
menjadi sekian persen orangtua yang berbeda dari yang lain.
repot setengah mati waktu masih menyusui
cape luar biasa waktu masih batita
senang saat mereka sudah mulai mandiri
dan bersukur karena mereka anak2 yang sehat
dan bahagia *semoga selalu bahagia
berbagi tempat di dunia dengan seorang lainnya bahkan sebelum lahir?
dan hampir selalu ada saja yang bertanya 'kembar ya'?
dan selalu dianggap hanya separo dari suatu pasangan?
anak2 kembarku berusia 11 tahun hari ini.
menuruti saran dari buku2 (dan menuruti perasaan hatiku juga)
aku mengarahkan mereka menjadi dua individu yang berbeda:
tidak ada baju kembar, kecuali seragam
tidak ada sepatu kembar (oke - kebetulan sepatu mereka kembar yg sekarang ini)
tidak ada piring, alat makan, alat tulis, kembar
mereka adalah 2 anak yang kebetulan berbagi rahim
hasilnya?
pada ulang tahun ke-11 ini, dan seperti ulang tahun sebelum ini
aku terpaksa membeli 2 kue yang berbeda
satu untuk tiap individu unik itu
hanya sekali pernah mereka berbagi kue,
saat merayakan ulang tahun ke-5 di TK
on being parent of twins
rasanya? tak terkatakan
unik. spesial. senang.
menjadi sekian persen orangtua yang berbeda dari yang lain.
repot setengah mati waktu masih menyusui
cape luar biasa waktu masih batita
senang saat mereka sudah mulai mandiri
dan bersukur karena mereka anak2 yang sehat
dan bahagia *semoga selalu bahagia
Friday, May 25
the death of us
this would not be an easy topic to read, nor to write
death is something that most living people would rather not talk about, pretending that it would happen long time from now, definitely not today, and not tomorrow either.
a fatal aviation accident, and some comments regarding those who 'survived', have prompted me to write this. one article put an article titled 'miracle does not come twice' on someone who 'survived' an accident years ago but 'failed' to 'survive' this one.
'survived' here means fate had it that those people were spared the journey and thus the death
when people 'survived' while others did not, those who were spared said it was a miracle, or being so lucky, and were thankful for it. i was thinking of those who were not spared, who were seen as if they were handed down with bad luck.
those who believe in God should never think that way.
God has our life's master plan and God alone knows how and when we die. so those spared was not spared. it was simply not their time yet.
we will get there someday, with way we cannot predict. it's not good luck, it's not bad luck. it's simply that our time has come.
live, reader, while you're still living!
death is something that most living people would rather not talk about, pretending that it would happen long time from now, definitely not today, and not tomorrow either.
a fatal aviation accident, and some comments regarding those who 'survived', have prompted me to write this. one article put an article titled 'miracle does not come twice' on someone who 'survived' an accident years ago but 'failed' to 'survive' this one.
'survived' here means fate had it that those people were spared the journey and thus the death
when people 'survived' while others did not, those who were spared said it was a miracle, or being so lucky, and were thankful for it. i was thinking of those who were not spared, who were seen as if they were handed down with bad luck.
those who believe in God should never think that way.
God has our life's master plan and God alone knows how and when we die. so those spared was not spared. it was simply not their time yet.
we will get there someday, with way we cannot predict. it's not good luck, it's not bad luck. it's simply that our time has come.
live, reader, while you're still living!
Thursday, May 24
knock knock
someone is knocking on my door today
asking how am I doing
am doing quite well, actually
today things started quite the same
though not absolutely the same
it was quite an early start
with one of the girls off to her trip
before we were all awaken today
then the routine began
of waking the girls up
of the little quarrel before bathtime
of the constant 'it's so and so hour, you must hurrry'
and off we went
me with the driver, sending the girls to school
which was not exactly routine
routine would be
the daddy taking all the gals to school
mommy with driver to office
so, yeah
i'm quite okay
asking how am I doing
am doing quite well, actually
today things started quite the same
though not absolutely the same
it was quite an early start
with one of the girls off to her trip
before we were all awaken today
then the routine began
of waking the girls up
of the little quarrel before bathtime
of the constant 'it's so and so hour, you must hurrry'
and off we went
me with the driver, sending the girls to school
which was not exactly routine
routine would be
the daddy taking all the gals to school
mommy with driver to office
so, yeah
i'm quite okay
Friday, April 13
whoa, warped time!
uh oh, my last posting was march 9.
that was like more than a month ago.
where have I been?
no where. just here. but no here either.
see how time flies without we noticing it? like USS Enterprise in warped speed.
i looked at my diary today. so many empty pages.
scarry.
did I not do something? feel something? gain something? lose something?
so why the empty pages?
is this simply laziness to write, or daily live has lost its significance?
what happens to enjoy life to the fullest; carpe diem; life is too short, why bother?
what happens to those sparks in my mind that i used to have; those slivers of rainbow; those funny/weird/simple ideas that used to pops up?
or in this journey we call life, are we so used to warped speed that everything just goes by?
journey is not something that we enjoy in itself, and only the destination is important?
should not be like that.
i need to slow down and look at the scenery as they go pass my window again.
and to fill those pages.
not one day is trully empty.
live. love. laugh!
that was like more than a month ago.
where have I been?
no where. just here. but no here either.
see how time flies without we noticing it? like USS Enterprise in warped speed.
i looked at my diary today. so many empty pages.
scarry.
did I not do something? feel something? gain something? lose something?
so why the empty pages?
is this simply laziness to write, or daily live has lost its significance?
what happens to enjoy life to the fullest; carpe diem; life is too short, why bother?
what happens to those sparks in my mind that i used to have; those slivers of rainbow; those funny/weird/simple ideas that used to pops up?
or in this journey we call life, are we so used to warped speed that everything just goes by?
journey is not something that we enjoy in itself, and only the destination is important?
should not be like that.
i need to slow down and look at the scenery as they go pass my window again.
and to fill those pages.
not one day is trully empty.
live. love. laugh!
Friday, March 9
the right or wrong of it
who decides what's right? or wrong?
in some company, what's right or wrong is defined by an ethics committee. they would then issue the 'code of conduct', a set of behaviour that is mandatory for employees to follow. then that code of conduct would be used as based for all the policies, procedures, etc that the company is making.
who controls the ethic committee? someone higher. but who's higher than the ethic committee?
alas, they are human, too. bound to make mistakes. how do you become part of something that is 'pure and correct'? you cannot.
so who decides what's right or wrong?
people whose conciousness are expected to be pure, whose moral bearing are pointing to the right direction. people who look at history, look at current affairs, and look at what might be happening in the future, and try to make sense of it all, and define what's proper and not.
moral values are something that are accepted and agreed upon by the general public. that's why different groups have different values. and that's why different eras have different ideas, too. how do you define the universal values to guide all the general public out there?
some ideas are universal: integrity, honesty, compassion to others, respect to other beings, respect to people set of beliefs. those are what i can remember at this moment.
then again, different groups still have different interpretation of how those words are define. how compassion is compassionate enough? how much respect is respect enough? how much freedom is freedom enough?
world is never can be generalized into the black or white of it, not the right or wrong of it. there's always something in between, and other colors too.
in my own person, my idea is: your freedom is yours; you are free to do whatever it is you want to do and be whatever it is you want to become - as long as your freedom does not rob others of theirs and that what you do does not harm you/others, and certainly not breaking the law.
the law. the right or wrong of it, created by flawed human.
back to square one!
in some company, what's right or wrong is defined by an ethics committee. they would then issue the 'code of conduct', a set of behaviour that is mandatory for employees to follow. then that code of conduct would be used as based for all the policies, procedures, etc that the company is making.
who controls the ethic committee? someone higher. but who's higher than the ethic committee?
alas, they are human, too. bound to make mistakes. how do you become part of something that is 'pure and correct'? you cannot.
so who decides what's right or wrong?
people whose conciousness are expected to be pure, whose moral bearing are pointing to the right direction. people who look at history, look at current affairs, and look at what might be happening in the future, and try to make sense of it all, and define what's proper and not.
moral values are something that are accepted and agreed upon by the general public. that's why different groups have different values. and that's why different eras have different ideas, too. how do you define the universal values to guide all the general public out there?
some ideas are universal: integrity, honesty, compassion to others, respect to other beings, respect to people set of beliefs. those are what i can remember at this moment.
then again, different groups still have different interpretation of how those words are define. how compassion is compassionate enough? how much respect is respect enough? how much freedom is freedom enough?
world is never can be generalized into the black or white of it, not the right or wrong of it. there's always something in between, and other colors too.
in my own person, my idea is: your freedom is yours; you are free to do whatever it is you want to do and be whatever it is you want to become - as long as your freedom does not rob others of theirs and that what you do does not harm you/others, and certainly not breaking the law.
the law. the right or wrong of it, created by flawed human.
back to square one!
Monday, March 5
the girl who plays slenthem and kicks butts
she's kinda tomboy: liking jeans and shirts more than girly attire; making friends with lots of boys and some girls, too. her sport is taekwondo, and she just won her gold medal yesterday, and a trophy for 'best pre-junior female athlete'.
before yesterday, about a month ago, and a month prior to that day, she was so keen on rehearsing for the karawitan concert, where she played the 'slenthem'. slenthem is a kind of 'bass' instrument in the gamelan orchestra. slenthem is played by one player only in the whole orchestra, and she reigned.
she's my girl. the girl who loves both the soothing and almost meditating 'hammering' of gamelan instruments, and the fiercess of kicking your oponent's arse in a tournament. she is both part of a harmony, and a single fighter.
mom is so happy for you.
before yesterday, about a month ago, and a month prior to that day, she was so keen on rehearsing for the karawitan concert, where she played the 'slenthem'. slenthem is a kind of 'bass' instrument in the gamelan orchestra. slenthem is played by one player only in the whole orchestra, and she reigned.
she's my girl. the girl who loves both the soothing and almost meditating 'hammering' of gamelan instruments, and the fiercess of kicking your oponent's arse in a tournament. she is both part of a harmony, and a single fighter.
mom is so happy for you.
Tuesday, February 28
experience is what you get if you don't get what you expect
we live with routines, whether we like it or not
those routines sometimes define us: what we are, who we are.
they are like a set of identities that we relate ourself to.
routines can be our work or our profession or our role in personal life
with routines, we almost expect things would be placid,
without much surprises, and one there is, it would be small ripple
and not a blasting waves
i've got my ripple today. not so big, but quite annoying
a ripple that gets bigger by the time it reaches my heart's shore.
you know how waves are, they may got amplified, or diminished,
depending on what they encounter as the pass
i guess with me, things tend to be amplified instead of being diminished
so, thing happened that i did not expect
thing that juggles my routines
thing that makes my balance wobbly
i told someone that
and that someone told me
'take it as an experience'
'an experience is something you get
when you got things you don't expect'
wise words
those routines sometimes define us: what we are, who we are.
they are like a set of identities that we relate ourself to.
routines can be our work or our profession or our role in personal life
with routines, we almost expect things would be placid,
without much surprises, and one there is, it would be small ripple
and not a blasting waves
i've got my ripple today. not so big, but quite annoying
a ripple that gets bigger by the time it reaches my heart's shore.
you know how waves are, they may got amplified, or diminished,
depending on what they encounter as the pass
i guess with me, things tend to be amplified instead of being diminished
so, thing happened that i did not expect
thing that juggles my routines
thing that makes my balance wobbly
i told someone that
and that someone told me
'take it as an experience'
'an experience is something you get
when you got things you don't expect'
wise words
Monday, January 30
clash of the titans (rafa vs nole, australian open 2012)
what makes a champion?
what makes greatness?
watching the australian open, you'd get the idea.
okay, what makes greatness sounds too close to the rolex advert, presenting federer, who happened to be stopped in semi final by rafa.
champion of the 2012 men single was Novak Djokovic, as we know it.
i think there's no adjective that can sufficiently represent the drama that played for almost 6 (yes, six) hours of the battle of those two: rafa and nole.
it's like watching super human. or perhaps semi-gods. or maybe titans?
no 'normal' person would stand playing with such ferocity, such power, such relentlessness, for 6 hours non-stop. 6 bleeping hours.
this was my 6 hours: i watched parts of first and second set, then i switched channel, then i (we) went to a wedding reception, and back again. the play was still on.
no 'normal' person could endure for so long with so much pain and exhaustion, combating frustation, trying to keep focus; no 'normal' person could maintain their physical and mental sanity for so long a beating. they are not normal.
watching them, i think we are reminded that, in rare moments, human race has their champions, indeed. that not all is about money (oh, yes, they are paid dearly, but the bucks were no longer the reason). that hope is afloat, in several of them titans, that just won't give up. not for anything.
pick up your titan today, and be inspired by them.
i know i've found mine.
what makes greatness?
watching the australian open, you'd get the idea.
okay, what makes greatness sounds too close to the rolex advert, presenting federer, who happened to be stopped in semi final by rafa.
champion of the 2012 men single was Novak Djokovic, as we know it.
i think there's no adjective that can sufficiently represent the drama that played for almost 6 (yes, six) hours of the battle of those two: rafa and nole.
it's like watching super human. or perhaps semi-gods. or maybe titans?
no 'normal' person would stand playing with such ferocity, such power, such relentlessness, for 6 hours non-stop. 6 bleeping hours.
this was my 6 hours: i watched parts of first and second set, then i switched channel, then i (we) went to a wedding reception, and back again. the play was still on.
no 'normal' person could endure for so long with so much pain and exhaustion, combating frustation, trying to keep focus; no 'normal' person could maintain their physical and mental sanity for so long a beating. they are not normal.
watching them, i think we are reminded that, in rare moments, human race has their champions, indeed. that not all is about money (oh, yes, they are paid dearly, but the bucks were no longer the reason). that hope is afloat, in several of them titans, that just won't give up. not for anything.
pick up your titan today, and be inspired by them.
i know i've found mine.
Friday, January 27
lagu patah hati yang sebenar2nya: someone like you
seberapa banyak dari kita pernah merasakan?
aku, untungnya, ga pernah. atau justru rugi?
love is the power of life. and it's the death of life, too.
love moves mountains. but it ruined kingdoms, too.
love is the most brilliant emotion. and it's render us stupid beyond any reason.
'sometimes it last in love but sometimes it hurts instead'
yeah
Someone like you - Adele
I heard
That you're settled down
That you
Found a girl
And you're
Married now
I heard
That your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things
I didn't give to you
Old friend
Why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead,
Yeah.
You know how the time flies
Only yesterday
It was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise
Of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known
How bittersweet this would taste?
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead"
aku, untungnya, ga pernah. atau justru rugi?
love is the power of life. and it's the death of life, too.
love moves mountains. but it ruined kingdoms, too.
love is the most brilliant emotion. and it's render us stupid beyond any reason.
'sometimes it last in love but sometimes it hurts instead'
yeah
Someone like you - Adele
I heard
That you're settled down
That you
Found a girl
And you're
Married now
I heard
That your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things
I didn't give to you
Old friend
Why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead,
Yeah.
You know how the time flies
Only yesterday
It was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise
Of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known
How bittersweet this would taste?
Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me," I begged
"I'll remember," you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead"
Friday, January 13
is the glass half full or half empty?
This is a question I am so fed up with.
People say the optimists see it half full. The pessimists see it half empty.
The realist see it both, depending. I am a realist, then, I suppose.
It's friggin both, depending on what you need with that half a glass of water.
If your objective is to finish your drink, wouldn't you be glad to see it's half empty? Meaning you're done away with half, and you need only half to finish.
If your objective is to share your drink, wouldn't it make you happy to see that it's half full, that you've half a glass to share?
If you're downright thirsty and parched, wouldn't it elates you just to find any amount to ease your thirst? It may not be sufficient to quench it, but at for a time being it'll do.
So stop asking how I see the glass is. It's both. And I'll bet you'd be quite okay with yourself if I decide to throw you with half a glass of water instead of a full glass of water. Glad it's half empty, huh?
People say the optimists see it half full. The pessimists see it half empty.
The realist see it both, depending. I am a realist, then, I suppose.
It's friggin both, depending on what you need with that half a glass of water.
If your objective is to finish your drink, wouldn't you be glad to see it's half empty? Meaning you're done away with half, and you need only half to finish.
If your objective is to share your drink, wouldn't it make you happy to see that it's half full, that you've half a glass to share?
If you're downright thirsty and parched, wouldn't it elates you just to find any amount to ease your thirst? It may not be sufficient to quench it, but at for a time being it'll do.
So stop asking how I see the glass is. It's both. And I'll bet you'd be quite okay with yourself if I decide to throw you with half a glass of water instead of a full glass of water. Glad it's half empty, huh?
Wednesday, January 11
heavens in our life
small heavens are abundant in our daily life, actually.
when you look hard enough. or better yet, when you let it happen to you.
try picturing this in your mind:
rainy day, heavy rain outside
you are snuggly covered in bed
entwined with someone you love
the room was dim
light penetrate thru the curtain
ah!
heaven!
when you look hard enough. or better yet, when you let it happen to you.
try picturing this in your mind:
rainy day, heavy rain outside
you are snuggly covered in bed
entwined with someone you love
the room was dim
light penetrate thru the curtain
ah!
heaven!
both sides of the story
female a: gw heran, doi tuh gak bantu2 sama sekali.
female b: gw heran, doi ga nanya apa2 ke gw, ga ngajak ngomong.. semua dikerjain sendiri.
female between a and b: huh?
female b: gw heran, doi ga nanya apa2 ke gw, ga ngajak ngomong.. semua dikerjain sendiri.
female between a and b: huh?
Tuesday, January 10
what kind of food are you?
an idea occurred to me yesterday.
persons are food, too.
get what I mean?
people are like food.
some persons are hot and spicy
some persons are cold and flat
some persons are everything in between
some persons are dowright edible
some persons you might want to taste with caution
there are some wasabis amongst us, those who look dormant enough (who'd be suspicious of something soft and green?), but then stings the light out of you
some are like a box of chocolates: you know that they are generally nice, but with a bit of surprises in every bite.
those honest to their look include the chilli (cabe). red means beware. red means hot. cabe are devilishly hot. but some cabe are not so honest. chilli padi (cabe rawit), for instance. that deceiving green and minute being. pop one into your mouth and you're in for a trouble.
i peeled an apel today. it looked fine from the outside, but had a rotten core. and i saw that some people are like rotten apple. you see this beautiful, enticing fruit, so glowing and healthy, and yet, the inside is poison.
never judge a book by its cover. or better yet, never judge an apple from its skin.
so, what kind of food are you?
as for me... well... maybe i'm a bit of a wasabi. nah.. wasabi doesn't look enticing enough.
an apple? hm... I don't think I'm that healthy nor that glowing. as for the rotten core... don't think i'm that rotten either.
maybe a box of chocolates? yeah.. how about that. generally nice (i have doubt in this), sometimes untouchable, a bit messy to eat (when choco melts in your hands, it's messy, but kinda sexy messy), and definitely keep a lot of surprises.
have a chocolatey day, frens!
persons are food, too.
get what I mean?
people are like food.
some persons are hot and spicy
some persons are cold and flat
some persons are everything in between
some persons are dowright edible
some persons you might want to taste with caution
there are some wasabis amongst us, those who look dormant enough (who'd be suspicious of something soft and green?), but then stings the light out of you
some are like a box of chocolates: you know that they are generally nice, but with a bit of surprises in every bite.
those honest to their look include the chilli (cabe). red means beware. red means hot. cabe are devilishly hot. but some cabe are not so honest. chilli padi (cabe rawit), for instance. that deceiving green and minute being. pop one into your mouth and you're in for a trouble.
i peeled an apel today. it looked fine from the outside, but had a rotten core. and i saw that some people are like rotten apple. you see this beautiful, enticing fruit, so glowing and healthy, and yet, the inside is poison.
never judge a book by its cover. or better yet, never judge an apple from its skin.
so, what kind of food are you?
as for me... well... maybe i'm a bit of a wasabi. nah.. wasabi doesn't look enticing enough.
an apple? hm... I don't think I'm that healthy nor that glowing. as for the rotten core... don't think i'm that rotten either.
maybe a box of chocolates? yeah.. how about that. generally nice (i have doubt in this), sometimes untouchable, a bit messy to eat (when choco melts in your hands, it's messy, but kinda sexy messy), and definitely keep a lot of surprises.
have a chocolatey day, frens!
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