People said that love is an exhilarating feeling that can give and bring all the positive things from a human. Even a bum like nee ;p whom the highest dream is just to make people happy even if the payment is to be mocked or laughed bout.
But what i experience so far are not so close with those picturesque things we read or see in romance stories. Where the heroines are being swept away by their knights in shining armour, and they ride the horse to sunset to find their happily ever after and the end. Oh noooooo those are the combination between my chick's flicks and Lucky Luke the comic strips lol.
Well at least i think all of us have a perfect scene and script to their romance stories or love in this life. A child will hope to have a perfect love from her/his parents. A mommy will have a dream to get the greatest love from her children though she never hopes in their acts. A man will hope to find a great woman to be shacked *sowi in using vulgar word* about, looked upon, brought with in public, and such a great mother for their children. Euuuuuy those are the dreams, de sein versus de soune. The dreams contrast to the reality.
In the real life, if a woman can find a great love from her man with some flaws, it must be accepted though the flaws are not so menial. If a mother is being respected by her kids, but they dont love her, its okay. Since this is life. If a man can only get a barbie without no idea of loyality or how to deal with a relationship, than he is still considered lucky in having someone next to him.....only when she is not being loco hehehe.
So where is the love that many card's companies or movies' productions or artists are singing under the windows? Where is it? Is it love if its painful? Is it still love if it squishes your heart inside out? Is it love if you feel like you are cutting your own hand for their happiness? For me, yes. That is love. Love has many facets. It is not always beautiful and smell of roses all the time. Thats love, thats how i see it. In a piece of paper or microfilm, love is a perfect concept, but in the aplication, it experienced some decreasement and increasement like when we are talking bout investment lol. And just like that, love is metamorphing into what you are shaping them. And quoting my Baby's words, "This is life, it is not a rehearsal."
Is it spooky enough for you? Yes, offcourse...but this is the fact. A fact that though we are hoping any safety net for our misfortunes in love or just avoid it entirely? Thats not love then if we are still think bout those things. Besides, when you love, you must show it or it wont be love anymore - some words borrowing from a special man in my life.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
My People
Each morning the journey from my humble bode to my office is only bout 10 minutes when i go with my friend - Eno, in her motorcycle, while if i decide to go by bemo/mikrolet* it will take me around 20 minutes. But maaaaaaaan, the minutes should be adled up with my cardiac problems, smelly sweats, and rolling eyes through my back skull due to the "polite" ways of my people drive on the streets. Well mayhap they think the streets are their tracks a way to reach famousity whether as another casualties on the streets or being cursed by many road's users....definitely including me -grinning and cackling like a devil- who will yell within my lovely voice, and hey i have got many people said that my voice is cute enough if you listen carefuly, too bad no one is willing to listen to it lol. I might not be using profanitiy words since i am doing my penant with my potty mouth lately.....and honestly, if you buy that, than do call nee "M'Lady" starting from now on he he he.
Whenever i see those bad drivers, i do hope to show it to Valentino Rossi. I believe the maneuvers of some drivers and riders will make Mr. Rossi blushes profusedly like a maiden in their first kiss....euuuuuuuy bad comparison. But...the things are still stand. They are there to make me as a mince meat for sure with their ignorances.
I dont say that their way of driving are always bad. I do see some of the streets' users are just normal as i am. But we are facing those megalomaniac people who thrive on others' horrors and every exclaimation from our surprise mouths is considered as a wanting yell yell in their pervert ears. Pffffuuuuhhhh....what a crazy idea.
Driving fast with the wind blows on your face is so romantic. I used to love it also. The thrill and excitement of driving fast is so exhilarating. It frees our feelin to soar high with the adrenaline is bubling high on the roof. But beibahs...i have burried someone that i loved 6' under the ground due to a horrible accident. Just....think it again. Is it worthed?
This makes me think and think, as Javanese* people that is so famous of their TEPO SLIRO* belief. So where do those acts sit well with it????
Notes:
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* bemo/mikrolet - 4 wheels car with a usage as a public transportation in Indonesia. One car will follow the same route from one station to another station.
* Javanese - the main ethnic in Java Island.
* Tepo Seliro - an understanding bout life that has been writen by Sri Mangkunegara IV (one of the kings in Java) in his book Wedhatama Bagi Orang Modern (Wedhatama For Modern People). Its a belief that never do something to other where you dont want to get it from others. And always try to treat others as you want to be treated.
Whenever i see those bad drivers, i do hope to show it to Valentino Rossi. I believe the maneuvers of some drivers and riders will make Mr. Rossi blushes profusedly like a maiden in their first kiss....euuuuuuuy bad comparison. But...the things are still stand. They are there to make me as a mince meat for sure with their ignorances.
I dont say that their way of driving are always bad. I do see some of the streets' users are just normal as i am. But we are facing those megalomaniac people who thrive on others' horrors and every exclaimation from our surprise mouths is considered as a wanting yell yell in their pervert ears. Pffffuuuuhhhh....what a crazy idea.
Driving fast with the wind blows on your face is so romantic. I used to love it also. The thrill and excitement of driving fast is so exhilarating. It frees our feelin to soar high with the adrenaline is bubling high on the roof. But beibahs...i have burried someone that i loved 6' under the ground due to a horrible accident. Just....think it again. Is it worthed?
This makes me think and think, as Javanese* people that is so famous of their TEPO SLIRO* belief. So where do those acts sit well with it????
Notes:
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* bemo/mikrolet - 4 wheels car with a usage as a public transportation in Indonesia. One car will follow the same route from one station to another station.
* Javanese - the main ethnic in Java Island.
* Tepo Seliro - an understanding bout life that has been writen by Sri Mangkunegara IV (one of the kings in Java) in his book Wedhatama Bagi Orang Modern (Wedhatama For Modern People). Its a belief that never do something to other where you dont want to get it from others. And always try to treat others as you want to be treated.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Nightmare
It is 1.36 am in my part of the bed where i sleep on with my zoo's entaurage. I just woke up due to a nightmare. Yeah....yeah a nightmare, mimpi buruk, ngimpi elek or whatever is the words in different languages.
My eyes are still sleepy, my breath is soooo fast, my body is not sychronise yet, my hearth is palpitating in its small cave and i even dunno what did i dream off. Though i am trying to dare myself to go to sleep again, i still couldnt do it. At least not yet.
I remember when i was a kid, my mamah will tell me nicely "Mbak* turn over your pillow, it will make whatever is your nightmare will not bother you again." In my simple understanding at that time, yes, offcourse the dark side in the dream will not be able to come since they were squished down under my head and pillows lol. So i could sleep nicely till morning comes. But now, when i am adult, that mind has no merit anymore. It lacks of meaning. As much as i squish and turn the pilllows, the dark will come engulfing me as soon as i close my eyes. Especialy if i dont start my sleep with a prayer.....a simple prayer to the Almighty to cleanse my soul for the day. Mind you, nee is not an angel, so i need to do some repents to purify my evilness.
Writer Notes:
* Mbak - is a Javanese way to call some female older than us or just the way to respect a woman. Though in the story its just purely endearment from a mother to her daughter.
My eyes are still sleepy, my breath is soooo fast, my body is not sychronise yet, my hearth is palpitating in its small cave and i even dunno what did i dream off. Though i am trying to dare myself to go to sleep again, i still couldnt do it. At least not yet.
I remember when i was a kid, my mamah will tell me nicely "Mbak* turn over your pillow, it will make whatever is your nightmare will not bother you again." In my simple understanding at that time, yes, offcourse the dark side in the dream will not be able to come since they were squished down under my head and pillows lol. So i could sleep nicely till morning comes. But now, when i am adult, that mind has no merit anymore. It lacks of meaning. As much as i squish and turn the pilllows, the dark will come engulfing me as soon as i close my eyes. Especialy if i dont start my sleep with a prayer.....a simple prayer to the Almighty to cleanse my soul for the day. Mind you, nee is not an angel, so i need to do some repents to purify my evilness.
Writer Notes:
* Mbak - is a Javanese way to call some female older than us or just the way to respect a woman. Though in the story its just purely endearment from a mother to her daughter.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Bistet
When i was a kid, there was a famous comic's strips, NINA, for girls that i looooove to read. It's an adventure series story bout a young girl. In one of the series, they draw such a beautiful cat with a lovely name, Bistet. It's explained that the name is taken from a goddess name. Her name is so unforgetable. And her appearance is so regal. And i do kinda freakie freak bout all cute and cuddlesome things, animals, stuff dolls, men...euuuuuy lol. No, seriously, i fall in love easily to any animal with big brown eyes with some characters in it, nice and flufy furs, wet and cute as a button nose or snout......OMG i will be so putty on their hands.
Till today, the name of Bistet has been haunted me for hmmmm, around 26 years, and no cat or any animal can get the name of it.
The name is too regal for just a mere cat that i ever had or even will have someday.
Somehow in my spare time, i am picturing my own Bistet with the one that i saw in the comic's strip. And it never comes enough pheew. So its true, a name is representing yourself.
Oh Bistet....i do hope someday i can find a cat of my own that will be suitable for the name. Though i do have a doubt since i have a strong opinion that a pet will immitate the owner from the appearances, characters, and even their facials. So, it will be imposible for nee to have a regal and calm cat as the name of Bistet rings those traits clear and loud hiks hiks....mine will be so cute, chubby and silly huwaaaa huwaaaa.
Huffh but at least i still can dream to have my own Bistet, a soft and noble cat pusssss....meong.....purrrrrrr.
Till today, the name of Bistet has been haunted me for hmmmm, around 26 years, and no cat or any animal can get the name of it.
The name is too regal for just a mere cat that i ever had or even will have someday.
Somehow in my spare time, i am picturing my own Bistet with the one that i saw in the comic's strip. And it never comes enough pheew. So its true, a name is representing yourself.
Oh Bistet....i do hope someday i can find a cat of my own that will be suitable for the name. Though i do have a doubt since i have a strong opinion that a pet will immitate the owner from the appearances, characters, and even their facials. So, it will be imposible for nee to have a regal and calm cat as the name of Bistet rings those traits clear and loud hiks hiks....mine will be so cute, chubby and silly huwaaaa huwaaaa.
Huffh but at least i still can dream to have my own Bistet, a soft and noble cat pusssss....meong.....purrrrrrr.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Gimme Gimme
Dont think it's a biggie, when it's only a pinkie.
But because it's a pinkie, it doesnt mean you can wiggle.
Though i am still sure, the pinkie can be such a biggie.
As long as i wont let it goes freakie, i will be at ease.
Let's keep the balance babie....keep it on balance.
But because it's a pinkie, it doesnt mean you can wiggle.
Though i am still sure, the pinkie can be such a biggie.
As long as i wont let it goes freakie, i will be at ease.
Let's keep the balance babie....keep it on balance.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Emotions
Emotions are so unpredictable things. They can make human putty in their hands without allowing their humanity, wisdom's traits, and all the goody goody ones that usualy entail in human as the best creature of the universe.
In those glance moments, we are no different than any kindergarten student who doesnt know how to differentiate A to Z. But like any other super Heroes. We are also prone to our weakness. And the effects are so dire. Since in those swift moments, we are going to depend on our Id, Ego and Superego (*read theories of Psychoanalysis in Freudian theory).
And sometimes, from those very short events, people will decree our characters. As unfair as it is, but thats us. Human. We do judge each others harshly, Homo Homoni Lupus, people eats people. Well i am not a Freudian and definitely i am also not a sociologist, i am just seeing the spectrums in this world from my own corner. The lil tinny greenery corner of the world. But what i see so far, including my own self experience, emotions are the anomalies in our self. The x type in this universe.
And seeing people who control their emotions to be so plain, is a luxurious treat for me. Since i almost never see it.
Sometimes i even text my BFF and asking them to lemme know the locations of any ATM places for withdrawing patient. Because i think, patient is one of my lack in life. At least if i have more, it will be better he he he.
I mean i dont want to be un-able too control my own self huh? And let other people to say "Gooose Frabaaaaa" like the famous line in Anger Management.
In those glance moments, we are no different than any kindergarten student who doesnt know how to differentiate A to Z. But like any other super Heroes. We are also prone to our weakness. And the effects are so dire. Since in those swift moments, we are going to depend on our Id, Ego and Superego (*read theories of Psychoanalysis in Freudian theory).
And sometimes, from those very short events, people will decree our characters. As unfair as it is, but thats us. Human. We do judge each others harshly, Homo Homoni Lupus, people eats people. Well i am not a Freudian and definitely i am also not a sociologist, i am just seeing the spectrums in this world from my own corner. The lil tinny greenery corner of the world. But what i see so far, including my own self experience, emotions are the anomalies in our self. The x type in this universe.
And seeing people who control their emotions to be so plain, is a luxurious treat for me. Since i almost never see it.
Sometimes i even text my BFF and asking them to lemme know the locations of any ATM places for withdrawing patient. Because i think, patient is one of my lack in life. At least if i have more, it will be better he he he.
I mean i dont want to be un-able too control my own self huh? And let other people to say "Gooose Frabaaaaa" like the famous line in Anger Management.
Friday, 28 January 2011
My Kinda Man
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| http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/73/Shrekcharacter.jpg My Green Man |
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| http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/56/Obelix1.png My Menhir Man |
When someone ask me bout my Prince Charming's criterias, i will rebuke them by a statement like, "All the good men are taken or gay!" but actualy like any red blooded woman on this earth, i do have my own dream man to be dreamed to have. He should be so tall to tower me, with a nice timbre voice, big burly hands, two pointed ears and green skin......euuuuy thats SHREEEEEEEK! Zap it of....its not right, he must be tall and big so he can protect me from the sun and rain, with two cuttie pie of braids, nice smile and a rough and rumbling voice.....sheeeesh that will be OBELIX. Well seriously beibahs..i am a normal girl, with a dream of my wedding that i want to have someday and a kind of man to take my hands for eternity till death do us part. But like all kind of dreams, it's only happening when i am asleep, in which lately the hibernation that i realy loveee has been voted by many people surround me as the most degrading activity found after giving a candy to kiddy without their parents' consents.
But basicaly, whatever are my criterias, if you are my man, then you are the one. You are Baby....the man that has all those criterias that i long for, besides, Jose Morinho, George Clooney, Sean Connery, Etc hehehehe. Love to love you Baby.
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