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.

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"

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?

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!

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?

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!