The Five Years of Writing

During five years of writing on the blog, I found many things that have colored my life with fun. Why do I say fun? Because I think of anything in cyberspace that amuse me.

I am not a teenager or a half adult bloggers who give a damn on things that try to disrupt the preoccupations of my writing. Well, I write because this is my life. To write, I'm alive. To live, I'm writing.

Sometimes, there are people who cynically commented on my blog. I am not against criticism if it is in the form of criticism. But it seems that many people who abuse the notion of criticism as a reproach. Well, go ahead insult me, so what d'you want me to do?
I only ask for civility on my blog. Because a blog is similar to home. Just as in the neighboring country's embassy are protected by law in that country.

Do they really understand the etiquette of blogging before becoming a blogger? And as human, do they really understand the ethics of decency? Is it true they have a blog because they want to write? Or just want to find a sensation?

There are so many misunderstandings in this world, huh? And very many things that are not necessary, thrown on the people who didntt even really know you. Sometimes make annoyed, sometimes raise a laugh, sometimes make our day so interesting. That's life.

I know that sometimes my writing makes people curious. Many blogger friends of mine asked, "Is this a true story?" and I will tell them that it is real if it is real, it's fiction if it is fiction.

Oh by the way, this blog is still under construction!

FYUH! ^^

Loser

Hey you! I've burned the cabin. Everything is gone overnight. If you think I was doing it while crying, you're wrong. Big big wrong. I didn't intend to cry over loser like you.

Oh, you don't like being called a loser? But that's you, darling. You left without a word.  Go quietly like a thief.

You know what, I do not even mind if we split up. But not with the way you did. You didn't think I am a HUMAN who deserve a good talk.

That's why I'm angry. I don't know how long I can forgive you. Wait till I saw you fall again. Yes. I curse you. I curse you feel what I feel now. As it turns out that your pain experience was not make you appreciate the feelings of others.

You think my heart was made ​​of stone, eh?

Yes Leonard, I'll keep writing about the pain that you gave me. Here, or in my other house. Why should I care if you become embarrassed? It was not me who embarrass you. You're the one who did it.

Farewell, darling. Just leave the cabin to ashes. As our story, a cheap soap opera that you created once upon a time.

Aeternum vale. Farewell forever.

-Kireina-

I Forgive Park Shin-hye

Once I did not like this girl: Park Shin-hye (PSH). Why? Maybe I was jealous because people said she's Jang Geun-suk's girlfriend. Hehehe..

The second reason, some of her fans are annoying. They insult JGS' partners in his other films, for example, Moon Geun-young (Marry Stayed Out All Nights). Then there was a war of words between two camps of fans. But it's clear that the first start was from PSH's fans. They are the ones that fanatics on PSH, crazy about Boys Before Flowers drama and want JGS and PSH dating in the real world.

Oh c'mon... They're going out or not, what's the matters, guys?

Once I didn't like PSH, because she didn't try to mediate the dispute. Come on, girl. Just speak up, one or two sentences. I don't believe that she didn't know about the dispute. I know, she's not blind about the Internet. She has a Cyworld account (blog service in Korea). She has a twitter, which is updated regularly. She's got a facebook? Who knows. Clearly she was active in cyberspace.

She could give a statement on twitter or Cyworld to arbitrate the disputes by her plebeian fans.

My friend, an actress said, that busy people like them, do not have time to deal with trivial things like that.
Oh yeah? But it is her moral responsibility to remind the fans for being polite.

I was not an actress, but I'm a person who had many supporting friends for anything I do. When one day I was attacked and they wanted to strike back the offender, wanted to curse or hurt the perpetrator, I have a moral obligation to stop them.
Why?

Because it will become a boomerang for me. My name will go bad. People do not just hate my friends, but also hate me.

But ....
Now because the fans were no longer at war, my feeling to PSH was gonna be normal. No hate, but also not love.

But there's one person that I mark, have attitudes like PSH. Letting a friend to attacked me. Hiding in silence and pretend not to know anything.

Perhaps you secretly glad that it happened, eh?

Park Shin-hye

The Same Pattern

Since I first knew him before, I knew immediately that he is someone who can not live without 'love'. Because he was living, breathing, moving, and do many things for the sake of love. For love, he plans his future. Without love, he's just a zombie.

He spent a lot of energy to love. For the person who was his beloved. He drowned in a sea of ​​love. His body was covered in the sentences of love that he spells every time. He could not see other things.

I think it is terrible and dangerous. I've asked him to think more logically and analytically. I said, nothing is eternal in this world. So is love. So is the feeling between the two lovers. There is always a possibility of it all is lost, destroyed overnight. It's just possibility when a mother kills her baby, or a father raping his daughter, or a child killed his parents. You know there are cases like that, right?

He insisted. Rest of his life for love, love and love. Then I became a witness when the love destroy what he gained, overnight. Making his life starts from zero again.

Not. Not the love that makes him a loser. But he who push himself to be a loser.

Today he again set his life. Still the same as before. For the sake of love, after he discovered a new harbor. Gather more pieces by pieces of the plan for the future with the new love.

It's horrible to see him repeat the same pattern. Living for love, not for himself. He forgot himself. Forget that there is still much more important and worth things to fight for than his love for her woman. His life. His own life is more important. Because when we die, we're going alone, right? And we are alone to be held accountable for what we've done in the world by God.

As his friend I don't mean to nag, even though he seemed to think me so.

I just feel worried, and have poor intuition about this. It was fragile relationship. But some people who think I want to ruin their relationship mocking me smartass. Yeah well, it's up to you. You also don't know better than me and could only become cheerleaders.

Don't you know, a good friend is a friend who tried to warn for good.

A Christian friend of mine once sent this quote to me, some summary thoughts from Bible. Although we are not the same religion, but what is contained in the summary is universal. I save and remember it.

He said that love should not be selfish.

That is love that goes beyond personal interest and did not demand anything for his personal. So we're not easily frustrated when love is not reciprocated and not been satisfactorily addressed and do not bring contentment. In other words is unconditionally love.

Also not love just driven by the psychological impetus for the love and attention to each other. Nor was it love that is given to a profit for himself. And not a love that requires others to pay attention to himself so that his life is recognized as one who gives love.

Then about dreams. Ideals. Destination. I also had one thought for myself.

Ask yourself. 'To whom all this?' Do you want to fulfill that dream for the sake of getting acceptance from others or do it for yourself?

Your dreams do not need approval from others, this all relates to your life, not theirs. Pursuing a dream just for the reception can be seen from: You think about what is not acceptable to others? Did you make them happy, or you are happy?

Have a dream because you really want is something important and meaningful to your life. Indeed, acceptance of others is fun. But, if others (especially someone you love) do not approve the way of life you choose, do not let that deter you. Have the courage to be yourself and live a life that you deem appropriate, and not the life that is considered worthy by others.

I'm just a friend who care for him so much. With the risk he took me nag and the cheerleaders abuse me.

It's okay.

Indian Prayers

I just found this prayer in Nur's blog, my blogger friend in UK. She posted this prayer in Bahasa version. It's so amazing to know how beautiful this prayer.

Please read the Sioux prayer in English version below.

A Sioux Prayer

Translated by Chief Yellow Lark - 1887

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds

Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me

I come to you as one of your many children

I am small and weak

I need your strength and wisdom

May I walk in beauty

Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made

And my ears sharp to your voice.

Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children.

The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock

Make me strong--------!

Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy....myself

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,

So that when life fades as the fading sunset,

May my spirit come to you without shame.

And this, I found another Indian's prayer.

Oh our Mother the earth, Oh our Father the sky,

Your children are we, and with tired backs

We bring you the gifts you love.

Then weave for us a garment of brightness;

May the Warp be the white light of the morning,

May the weft be the red light of the evening,

May the fringes be the falling rain,

May the border be the standing rainbow.

Thus weave for us a garment of brightness,

That we may walk fittingly where birds sing,

That we may walk fittingly where grass is green,

Oh our Mother Earth, Oh our Father Sky.

And also this one....

My grandfather is the fire

My grandmother is the wind

The Earth is my mother

The Great Spirit is my father

The World stopped at my birth

and laid itself at my feet

And I shall swallow the Earth whole

when I die

and the Earth and I will be one

Hail The Great Spirit, my father

without him no one could exist

because there would be no will to live

Hail The Earth, my mother

without which no food could be grown

and so cause the will to live to starve

Hail the wind, my grandmother

for she brings loving, lifegiving rain

nourishing us as she nourishes our crops

Hail the fire, my grandfather

for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings

without which we be animals, not men

Hail my parent and grandparents

without which

not I

nor you

nor anyone else

could have existed

Life gives life

which gives unto itself

a promise of new life

Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire

praise my parents loudly

for they are your parents, too

Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life

please accept this humble offering of prayer

this offering of praise

this honest reverence of my love for you.

You'll find others here.

Some of prayers, poetry and folklores has been known since the 16th century, indicating that Indian tribes already had literary culture, though still in the form of oral literature.

Most of their folklore, myths and legends were in the form of fable, or about man and nature, is also associated with spirits. Because they believe that whoever dies will be a spirit. The spirits that could be a protector, or can also be evil and annoying.

You know, since childhood I like Indians. Every time I play 'the cowboys and the Indians' with my male friends, I always forced them to allow me to be Indian. Hahaha...

Letter to The Commander

I do not agree that Officer Norman Kamaru given sanction, Commander! He did not harm the nation. His Indian dancing on Youtube just entertain people and make the image of the police to be more friendly.

You'd better care of your men who like to accept bribes and money tips when giving a speeding ticket on the street, Sir. It's called 'harm the nation and damaged the image of the police.'

Officer Norman Kamaru just a young cop who tries to overcome the saturation on his guard duty, and entertaining his friends. I am sure that when all of a sudden there was a riot, he will not be negligent and would soon act as the other cops. What's wrong with dancing in a few minutes? We're not in a state of war, Sir.

I am not a police officer and did not understand the rules of the police. But I am a journalist. In my experience, Brimob is the most sympathetic officials in the field in every case that I reported. You all approach the community is very good and persuasive. In my opinion, Officer Norman actually reinforce the impression of friendly.

Please excuse him, Sir. He was just a new police charge one year and five months. he's just still childish. He's funny, really.

We need the police are down to earth and friendly as he is, Commander. Because the police task is to protect us, right Sir?

Pray for Japan

My nightmares come again. The nightmare that emerged after my reportation about tsunami in Aceh many years ago. The nightmares are also experienced by my journalists friends who went to Aceh with me. Some of them had to consult a psychiatrist because of trauma.

The nightmare of rotting corpses in the gutters and the edges of the road. The houses are nearly flat on the ground, little children who cry hard to find her parents, rancid and foul smell that floated in the air to make you could not breathe. All came back last night, after I watch the coverage of the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a few days ago.

My tears never stopped flowing, although I do not know them. Although they do not compatriot with me. But in the name of humanity, our brotherhood is real.

This tsunami was even more horrible than the tsunami in Aceh, because they were there in danger of radioactive of nuclear reactor that exploded due to earthquake.

I grieve deeply, condolences to the victims who died.

I pray for Japan.

 

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Beauty & Plastic Surgery

I just watched my old collection of Korean movies yesterday: 200 Pounds Beauty. The film was immediately highlighted by the practice of the Korean people for plastic surgery.

It's about Kang Han-na, a fat girl, weighing 200 pounds, which lend her beautiful voice to Ammy, the pretty famous singer who actually can not sing. So, Han-na records all of Ammy's songs and hiding behind the concert stage and sing, while Ammy pretending to sing in front of the audience who do not know about her lipsync. Oh, by the way, Han-na is also a phone sex employee.

I thought the movie plot was not too special. The fat girl who has a beautiful voice falls in love with Ammy's artist manager, Sang-jun, and finally she decided to do head-to-toe plastic surgery. She changed her name became Jenny after the surgery.

The question is: does Sang-jun fall in love with her?

Of course. Because she becomes beautiful and slender like a barbie doll, and her voice is really beautiful so that makes the artist manager eager to make her as a singer.

And another question: Is it true that everything went well and happy?

Hohoho. Of course not, people!
When Sang-jun knows the truth, he seems to be unable to forgive her for lying to him but says that he will still work to promote 'Jenny' and carry on with her concert scheduled the next day.

Han-na breaks down at this point, heartbroken and unable to pretend to be someone else anymore. Han-na tells him that it is incredibly frustrating and painful not being able to be just be herself but have to live a lie, especially in front of him. The surgery that took a whole year to recover from was not nearly as painful as realizing that she still could not be close to Sang-jun.

As Sang-jun tries to comfort her, she brushed away his efforts saying, "You broke my heart. Tissue paper cannot fix it."

FYI, 200 Pounds Beauty (Minyeoneun Goerowo) is a 2006 South Korean comedy film based on a Japanese manga, Kanna-San, Daiseikou Desu by Yumiko Suzuki. The literal meaning is 'Being Beautiful is Agonizing.'

The film was a financial success, earning approximately $45 million against its $4 million budget. It also received large critical acclaims, winning Grand Bell's Best Actress for Kim Ah-jung and Best Cinematography together with nominations for Best Film and Best Director.
Wow! Bravo!

By the way, I like this movie soundtracks. Almost all of the songs are pop rock genre, and Kim Ah-joong, the actress who plays Kang Han-na has a really good voice! Especially when she sang the song 'Maria', the Korean version of the song originally sung by Blondie.
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The moral message of this movie is: self-confidence comes from faith in yourself, not from the physical. Being yourself is more important, because that's what makes other people respect you.

The Boy Has Died

The boy has died this morning. Boy who was handicapped and could only lie helplessly in bed for seventeen years since he was born. The boy was actually a strong child. He was survived since he was still a fetus in the belly of his mother, though his mother tried to aborting him.

His angel face was always smiling. He never knew that he never desired. But who ask to be born? God still took him to the world with powerlessness. Maybe for his parents regretted it every looked at the boy's face.

The neighbours said, it was due to pregnancy of pre-marital sex. His mother was afraid of getting caught, then bind her stomach very strong with a shawl, and drink various potions to abort her fetus. Her effort was failed. The baby was born, but not perfect.

I don't want to judge people who do pre-marital sex. If I said it was a sin, forbidden by religion, whether the perpetrators did not know that dogma? Of course they know, but they still do it. Whatever. After all, I am not a religious scholar, not a priest, not God. I have a principle of life, people also.

But, can they be careful? A lot of fools who do not wear a safety, then pregnant, then they do abortion, or have the baby just to get rid of the child, abandoned, and some have made defects such as the angel-faced boy.

They only want their own pleasure, but do not want to bear the consequence!

I wonder they are so stupid to not know about contraception. They knew sex, but don't know about contraceptives. It's nonsense! The ads of contraceptives were scattered everywhere, can be purchased anywhere, even a child knows at least one brand of contraceptives.

The boy who died was supposed to be enjoying the beautiful days in his high school right now. Studying mathematics, playing basketball, or have a crush on his classmate. But he did not even know what the world outside the walls of his room.

Rest in peace, dear....