A Little Credo for The Rhapsody of Life

Perfection is the scariest thing in this world. I won’t let that happen.
If the perfect life came, then what would happen at that time was an emptiness.
No will.no desire.no aim.no existence.

Where numbers come to nought.
Even no one can extrapolate whether the nought is left alone or just never be there.
Believe me. This world was created not to welcome the perfection.
Perfection should be avoided. BALANCE is what we need.
Pro and con. Life and death. Evil and good. Up and down.Rich and poor. Bliss and misery. Friendly and reserved.
All been created to keep the scale on the center position. Get the consequence of left and right. There will be always the center. The center is what we want eventually, the answer for all actions. The place where the justness is found. The fettle where two axes work together to get one thing. Getting the aims.
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection means the death. Even worse. When it came, even someone couldn’t breath. Not
inasmuch as the incapability, the human just doesn’t want to. No desire, rite?No aim.No purpose to live. Perfection came when the dream has been achieved. No dream was left wanted.
No dream, no life.
But what is it that we see as perfection?

(Friday, May 29, 2009 at 5:31pm)

Clouds Across The Moon

Now, when I look at the clouds across the moon here at the night, I just hope and pray that soon, baby, you'll hurry home to me :)

If you are for me, then you are

You will come home to me, tomorrow, next year, or maybe in the next life.

I am too good for you now and you know it.

Good bye, I'll try again next year.

Good bye :)

Sunday Lesson

Never ruin a good song with bad reminiscences.

Someday, In Santorini

I'm gonna tell you a story.

Waking up in the late morning on the bed with small floral patterned sheets and coverlet inside a cozy room in a small house between warm sunray and chill blue sea on the mountains, she looked at her window, smelling the air of Greece.

Looking blue and white. Ready to open the shop. No need to take a bath. As usual.

Thera.

A beautiful divine island. The most beautiful one, the used-to-be-called, Kalliste.

Living on that a person who's longing to find serenity, somewhere, someday, in solitude.

Owning a cozy small home with a balcony to scrupulously enjoy the scenery of the vast sky and the wide blue sea, she enjoyed feeling chilled by the ocean air.

Tranquility.

As the sun shone at its very level, she was painting her feeling with colors on her patio at the back of her house. Suddenly came the thought : "What's for lunch?"

Hmm, she's thinking about egg foo yung, or fried chicken in lemon and honey sauce with waffles?

"Buttered Broccoli and Asparagus with Mashed Potato" her fridge answered.

She's so thankful. Abundant olive oil and peppers!

It's 3 in the afternoon, could not help herself to take her camera, walking through the neighborhood that led her to the hill, capturing the reality and waiting until the sun hid and swallowed by the sea as the stars were starting to show up.

Twilight.

At night, sipping peppermint tea from a big white mug with some preserved citrus fruits, she was sitting comfortably on a soft couch and updating her twitter from her phone:

"I run a blissful handy craft shop at my house. I do photography. I'm celibate and live in Santorini. Which beauty could I deny?".

Smooth jazz songs with sax, piano, guitar, and bass were surrounding her from her stereo in the living room, heard up to the balcony.

Diana Krall came to sing "Corcovado" from the playlist. "Quiet nights of quiet stars. Quiet chords from my guitar..."

She'd really like to grab her guitar, but too lazy to get up. She lit the match, smoking her cigar. "Cliche" she said.

The song went on...

"Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams. Quiet walks by quiet streams, and the window looking on the mountains and the sea how lovely. This is where i want to be. Here with you so close to me, until the final flicker of life's ember..."

There's no urge for another drama she thought.

People come and go then come again in remorse.

Tho the feeling might stay, why not enjoying the affair with the universe alone without any hope and sadness, she added. A soliloquy.

Tiresome.

That's not how she ended the night. The night was not yet to come for her.

She continued dilly dallying and the playlist kept playing. It's the turn for Kem.

He brought "Inside" to her ears.

"I'm gonna do the best I can. To be your ever after man. I'm living inside your love. Taking it day by day loving you this way. I'm living inside your love. After all this time, I'm giving you a love so fine..."

A careless talk, she thought. There's no such thing as "Ever After Man". Living in hell.

She just revived her sarcastic side she's been burying this long. Not intending to ruin her mood, she distracted her thought counting how many houses with the lights on, figuring out what they're doing tonight inside. Happy? Broken hearted? Disappointed? Soothed?

Teased?

She felt teased by how the universe schemed her life. Then she's really tired.

Enough with the mental trinket. As Kem finished his "Inside", she came inside her house.

Taking off all the clothes she's wearing and hit the bed, crawling inside the warm coverlet.

Calm and smiling. Her mind was healing.

The night was on and she's off.

The story is not even yet to the end when she's dreaming.

Because it's my dream, someday in Santorini.

Holy History

Religion is a part of history about how people live in the past. Just like folklore, only written. Just like what parents pass to children.

Dear God.

I don't ask for your mercy. I realize I deserve no clemency.
When I never asked, you brought me alive and will eventually bring me dead.
So what thing can I ask?

A Letter for Mr. Ashton Kutcher and Mrs. Demi Kutcher (known as Demi Moore)

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With all my respect,

I totally don't know what’s been happening in your marriage. Well, it’s truly none of my business or not even someone’s business somewhere in Bora-Bora or Bau-Bau. The fact is, it’s well spreading through media about Mr. Kutcher has been playing around with some young women while being still married to Mrs. Kutcher. I am so sad and upset. I would even feel sadder and more upset if what the media said was ever true. I know (again) it’s not my business, but as you read before that it’s well-spread! Man, you two are gorgeous. Look at the differences you have, beside of course, different sex and gender. You two have this incredible gap in age. Mr. Kutcher is an Aquarius man and Mrs. Kutcher is a Scorpio woman. As an Aquarius man, Mr Kutcher likes to hanging out with friends, while Mrs. Kutcher, a Scorpio woman, enjoys more in deep private emotional connection. Mrs. Kutcher has different relationship background with Mr. Kutcher. He’d never married anyone before he married Mrs. Kutcher. Along with another kind differences, you two were still sure to finally keep the faith in a marriage. Isn’t that beautiful? Doesn’t it prove that impossible is nothing but a word? Look at what you have done together. The foundation you have to keep the bad things from slavery away. Look how positive you two in working together.

I will not say, in my position as the outsider and never marry anyone, any complaint or suggestion to your marital issue(s). But I’d like to aver as a person who does not believe in marriage, that if you two can keep the marriage by trying to heal both broken hearts (apologizing and forgiving), to make peace with the positive and negative side of one another, to balance out the things between you two and see them as one entity that needs to work together to keep it alive, and try to be thankful for the most beautiful and the most meaningful your life become when you two stay together happily, I’m sure your both decision of having married each other will eradicate the hesitancy of many couples out there who have been on the brink of desperation, to finally just go beyond the differences they have and stay focus more on things that keep them together this far.

I am never in any kind of dating relationship or moreover a marriage, but I believe, there are some couples who have been busy underlining the differences between them, instead of nurturing the things that keep them together. You know what, in the reality they fell apart because of their own nightmare.

Well, as I cited at the first time, I know nothing about your life. I just want to share my thoughts.

Sincerely,

Not Even Your Fan

There Are More Doors to Choose

When I reach the age of 25, I will be so proud of being single and having not socially or legally claimed as being owned by or owning someone. I just cannot perceive the idea. When we can have multiple relationships, why do we need to attach to single person only?

I don't think it's a social burden to have opposite-sex partner in life. When we're born alone and will inevitably die alone, then do we need to live legally with one special person like it is a necessity? I'm not saying I will deny a marriage, (although I don't think it's a decisive way out in faithfulness and trust issue) but truly, I'm not planning to have a marriage or two.
I often declare my celibacy and be proud of it in the name of independence and human rights whatsoever. That somehow doesn't mean I will not change my mind.

Again, I think marriage is just for sex legality and for the social matter. When you have some special emotion toward someone, do you think bring her/him in front of the law is the proof of your feeling?Some people find a wedding ring is some kind of beautiful sign of loyalty, devotion, or other. But funnily, I see it as the stamp or label you usually find on the back of cow and goat, to differ their ownership.

Can laws guarantee that one will stay truthful and faithful to the licit partner?
Can laws guarantee that one will be responsible to the licit family?
Can laws guarantee that boredom will never mingle to the marriage?
Can laws guarantee .... ?

It's one's right and choice to see whether marriage will be the future or not.
It is good to have one life-time sex buddy. It is wise also to tag yourself as "MARRIED" to prevent social issue. But one legal deed will lead to another legal responsibility, like legal children to feed, to nurture, and to educate, and also legal partner to keep the dream family up with.
As I wanted to note is, marriage is not the end of one's love story (except in most of fairy tales). Marriage is not also the only way to love or prove your love. Marriage is one of other ways in presenting the very special sincerity, devotion, and affection to one special person.

The crux is whatever it is, be truthful to yourself.

If a Pig Can Live as a Pig, Why Can't We as Human?

It's undeniable if some opinions from others can sometimes make someone be pessimistic about one's self. Not only becoming pessimistic, but also affecting the next step by being reluctant to take action.
It is a common problem for human.
The morality, the culture, the norms, even the laws per se encourage individuals to think twice before do something. Id, Ego, Superego, that earlier have been cited by Freud in elaborating human behaviour, can be also the answer why those things can affect one's deed.
That is how psychology and sociology see the problem.
In criminology, also known as differential association that postulates if an action is truly emerged from interactions with others. There is a learning process.

But then, can society control the conformity and the order?
Should I act like you?
Should you act like me?
Or else, should we act the same?

If you do something, it's socially normal to have some feedback like compliment or insult, agreement or disagreement. Positive reaction or negative reaction.
But hey, you know what is the best for you. You have lived your own life, so let the decision comes from you. Any perception and opinion will only add harmony to your life. Let them be what they should be.
Everyone has right to give an opinion, but then, don't let anyone's opinion take effect on your side.
We cannot change how the world see us, but we can change how we see the world.
It is on your hand. Your life is always in your hand.

Word in Extinction

The new commodity in scarcity is Thank You(s). Perhaps people are starting to be "I save my ass first. Damn about the others".

It's a common knowledge about 3 magic words, "Thanks", "Sorry", and "Please".
The word "thanks" represents the need of other people existence and the need to justify one's existence. The mutuality in humanity. The philosophical proof that no one can live alone. It's perceptible that there is one who feels alive in helping other, and the other one who feels not being alone by receiving an aid.
Thanks. Grazie. Xie Xie. Gamsha Hamnida. Arigato. Ngiyabonga. Toda.
Every tribe, every country, they have the word to mention the gratitude.

I don't really want to overshare here, tho my writing was almost based on what is fazing me.
I have recently felt and thought that some people asked me my helps. I could help them. I'd like too. I have done it. When I couldn't help them fully, then I'd do it as great as I could. Then, yeah, cliche..
They just went away!
I understand about sincerity, but the word exists not to eradicate the word "appreciation".
Perhaps it's just my turn to be on this phase, like a mountain and the sea. Having given the useful things, just to receive the trashes in return. Is it how they should be treated? Is it how I should be treated?

I am not saying I have a greater mind than the others. It's just absurd to have shared about my ideas, then others claim them as theirs by not asking permission or just say thanks!
In academic scope, the popular term is plagiarism.

Is it my fault for not to be the first one who implemented, published, and add the signature what was mine?
Or
Is it MERELY a dirty action of the hunger for self-popularizing?
Or
Is it just me who can't understand how to be thankful for what people have left on me?

To Love, All We Need Is Solely a Heart

Is there any rule in loving each other?
Is there any human law can stop the feeling?
Who can feel, who can love
Loving is not a crime.

Two Types of Stereotypes

There are two types of people.
The ones who do the best and the others who prepare for the worst.
There are two types of people.
They who are trying to find why they live and they who are looking for how to live in this world.
There are two types of stupid women.
The one who takes in vain a good man and she who lets herself fooled away by a bad man.

It's Just The Same

It’s funny when there are some people who show things off to hide themselves, when the others don’t realize that they’re showing off their true selves.

It’s even funnier when finding out a friend of mine so overwhelmingly accepted my opinion about her positive appearance, but once very offensively denied my opinion that she perceived as negative. Beyond all that overwhelming and offensive response, they’re just my opinions and what so bothering about that?

I still see it as humorous behaviour of humanity that some people taking ‘compliments’ from others as “yes, it’s me. thank you for telling me that gorgeous side of me”, but when receiving non-complimentary remarks they act like “you know nothing about me. stop judging me!”.

For me who’s wandering beyond positive and negative terms, there’s no difference response I should pay between the compliment and the insult some people may note to me, but “Are you sure about it?thanks (for trying to get to know me)”. There’s no need to be happy when people say how dolly cute you are, because you know, even sometimes you doubt it in front of the mirror. In the other hand, there’s no need to feel upset too, when people say to you how foolish you are, because you know that at another times, you’ve avoided to do foolish deeds (like they do).

After that, what remains is opinion can never be as precise as everything you know about what you’ve been through in your whole life. Opinion is not a fact. Just like what’s seen is not necessarily like what is seen, but there’s always another thing behind what’s seen.

Speaking of what’s seen and what’s not seen, it’s natural for human being to choose what to be seen in which scene. We cannot act always like what we want with social and psychological consequences we’re born into. In another time, we have lost what we’re born with. We don’t know who we are. All we know is just what we’re supposed to be. Then please don't blame the nature of social creature. It comes with the reverse quality: Some people’s opinions can help us exactly to find what we have lost of ourselves. They can tell us things what we can’t see. Maybe the things we don't realize we’ve been showing them off or simply the things we forgot we ever did; the lost puzzle of our true selves.

People have curiosity. They gain the facts by giving a compliment or an insult just to know whether you know about it (what they see) or not, or simply because they want to know about it more by throwing their opinion to you and hoping for your complete story.

Well, all above those things, again, an opinion is not a quality to be assessed as right or wrong, yes or no. The truth about you, is always you who know and understand completely. No matter what opinion people have about you, the truth will never be the less or more.

Sovereignty for Sexuality : The Re-declaration of Virginity

The importance of women virginity is nothing without the consistency in respecting women virginity per se.

For the society wherever you are, if you people are highly prevailing virginity in women as their pride, you should note that it means there will be no man who consummates the virginity illegally.

Can you convince that?

If you can’t , then, the thing you’re prevailing is clearly not for women’s pride nor for the sake of both sides, but merely for the pleasure and the stupidity of men talking about their malformed little friend.

You (especially for a man) blame and become disappointed of a woman you’re (admittedly) loving having lost her virginity. Well, are you the one who never makes a woman lose hers? Haven’t you had sex with a virgin donna?

If you have done such thing, then what’s the blame for? You don’t even respect the virginity. Confess that. There’s no proper freedom is deserved by someone who deprived freedom from another one, in any reason.

You’ve been treating women as the objects of your penis. Reducing the whole one into some pleasurable pieces. Just that.

If you never do such thing, then is the bleeding liquid coming out of her vagina is the most importance of your relationship?

Is that what makes you think you love her?

Is that what supports you to struggle for her?

Is it far much more important than what she’s done to you, to give in herself for you, to be bearing your child, to care for you, to understand you, to give her affection for you, to stay beside you whatever you’re going through, to share her independence with you, and to be the one who you come to when you're feeling down?

Is that red spotting you wish to see is the reason why you marry a woman?

When you devote to love her, love her fully as she is and do it as your-truly-self or never to love her at all. There's no half-love nor quarter love. It's zero meaning when you say you want to give someone a car but eventually you just give the trunk.