stranger things

Waiting for the taxi driver to come, and read a book just newly written by a distant cousin of mine. To translate literally, the title is "When Women believe". It's a religious book on her life story and her family.

Just read a few pages when i caught a paragraph / thought that interests me, she said, when you look for a spouse (in this case, a husband) do not look for wealth, look, or even good. Look for a man who fear God, because that is the only man that will be worth of you (or us). This statement is continued by a quote from a priest Good - God = 0. Of which if we play around with the equation would mean: Good = God.

Deriving from that equation, now why would a man who is good, not worth enough, if he does not fear God?

Nevertheless, reading about fear of God always invokes a certain feeling.
perhaps somewhere in my soul it is a calling, even above all the logical, illogical explanations, contradictions, and accusations. I wonder if I will ever 'leave' this belief. :)

Even though I agree with most of the argument against the greater design, etc, and most common definitions, i find that this inexplainable feeling is persistently there. And if one can be happy living with it, against logic, why shouldn't one?

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to twooooooooo lovely guys
One whom i rarely spoke to nowadays since he's so busy.
And another one whom is always teasing me on everything

Hope the best in life for you both.

Thanks for being great friends
Hugsssssssssssss

Actually i didn't make this picture.. someone else did
:D

May the cosmos be with you

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tired body, mind, soul, and whatever left of me.

not thinking positive

giving up on life's hopeful hopes

liike, whatever, you know?

Plastic Flower

What do you do when you find a beautiful flower..
say a rose..
it's pink, it has fragrance and all
then you find out it's made out of plastic
and the fragrance is sprayed from a can.
Do you, enjoy it while it still has the fragrance?
Do you, put it away and lose interest
Do you, put it in a water and pretend it's a real flower, or that someday it will turn real?

Killed

there are 2 ways in which we can kill someone, 1. Kill him for real, 2. format his harddisk.
 

Office haiku

paper, pen and phone
the restless mind unfolding
it's time to search life

night haiku

the tears overflow
the window closes softly
dark rises within

Why People Need Windows

I'm sure most of you have already known about this, and yet it just
bothers my mind when we take a look at this from another level and put
it in another context

In the cave eras, people don't have windows. They make a large hole
opening on their caves or huts that serves as a door and functioned as a
window as well.
Then eventually one really smart guy, or a girl in fact, closed the
opening to prevent dangerous animals to enter. And thus, doors came to be.

But why need a window? What importance does it make. Why a room with
window is preferred compared to those with only door(s)? Now we look at
what happens outside the house or the room or whatever. There's the sun,
there's the greenery, roads, your fence, maybe a little bit of the sky.
Do we like what we see outside?
If we do, and for most people there is a certain objective in knowing
the outside or having in contact with the outside, is the reason why we
have windows.
So when we do have a chance to be close to whatever good there is out
there, we want to, and yet we are scared of the negative things they
bring. The dust, the heat, the smell (if there's any), the sound.

If we again go back to comparison with the cave age, most people spend
their lives outside, with the forests, with nature etc. A hundred
century later, people stay inside the house, the building, the room, and
by choice (actually) decided not to have contact with the 'outside' as
much. Yet if you recall the question before, most of us do like to know,
interact, feel the outside world out of our room or cubicle.

People decide that they want to control how they interact with
something that they love / like. They want to touch, only when they want
to, how they want it. They want to feel, interact, hear, see, only when
they decide to. That's why, the answers are windows. They open the
window and get whatever they can out of the limited space and time and
close it once they feel it's enough or they start to feel the
consequences. They ignore negative aspects once they close the window.
It's still there, the dust, the pollution, the extreme heat, yet they
don't have to think about it. Since now they have a closed wall, a door,
and a window. Being smart and selfish at the same time works.

You decided you like something, you try to blend with it, you discover
something you don't like about it and it disturbs or hurt you in some
way, so you close everything , put little holes just in case you need
to go back and get the best sides of it and put layers and layers of
protection around yourself. And yet we would still say.. we love that
something.

Scenario

There was a man who wanted to open his own restaurant someday.
But he was not a good cook, nor was he a good manager. What he can do, is paint.
He pictured in his mind a nice restaurant with paintings of people that he met or was around him.
So he thought that he'd make the paintings to be displayed in the restaurant as he visualized in his mind. He painted his family, he painted his friends, he painted his neighbours.

After 30 years he has paintings piled in his room, and he has now enough money to build his restaurant. but then, his paintings were too many to be displayed. They wouldn't fit, he thought. He'd have to select a few that were the best and leave the rest.

He never get to open his restaurant , and he continued painting his friends because he couldn't bear to leave anyone out.

What do you think of this story and this guy?

Gali Lubang Tutup Lubang

Dibuka lagi
diintip lagi
lubang-lubang dulu
dan dicibir
dan ditangisi

Minta maaf lagi
Terima kasih lagi
lubang-lubang dulu
gundukan-gundukan dulu

Ditutup lagi
Maafkan aku lagi
Aku masih ingat
lubang-lubang itu

Taitung

And this is a photo of a large nice tree, and a lonely chair beneath it. On the seaside park in Tai Tung.

A quite cloudy day, and complete with a melancholic mood.

I thought it would be nice to sit under the tree if the chair wasn't so old. Wouldn't be nice if I fell down huh!

Off to the Republic of China

Taking off tomorrow and coming back a week later. I hope Taiwan is
going to be a nice experience.
I'm still not sure where to go to after all the planning because it
seemed there aren't many interesting place
or really nice place even for sighseeing.
But keep it hopeful and expecting some good food.

:D
Hope that my Simpati GPRS roams so I can send some emails along the way.