World Class Hero: CHIBI MARUKO

I recently re-watched the Japanese dorama series: CHIBI MARUKO!

And suddenly, I find there are many similarities between the little me and this 9 years old Maruko. Even up till now, I still feel that I'm lazy.

Well, to be quiet hones, I'm lazy, disorganized and used to be late for school.

I used to avoid homework and chores.

The only different is maybe, Maruko has dotting grand Pa, while me, I have a very strict grand Pa who stick to his Javanese cultural values. Oh, writing this making me miss him :(

Nevertheless, I'm also a well-meaning girl who tries to do good *wink!wink!*

Maruko is indeed can be included to be one of my world class heroes, because she's true. Even if she sometimes does silly things, she never pretends to be someone else. And i really want to do that.

It's hard to be our selves sometimes.

HATRED

HATRED is defined as a severe dislike.


It synonyms with words which have negative connotation such as: antagonism, antipathy, bitterness, coldness, disapproval, disgust, envy, grudge, hard feelings, hate, horror, loathing, prejudice, revenge, scorn, spite, and venom.


Hatred is infectious. It spreads like diseases. When it does, it can result in extreme behavior such as violence, murder, war.


In psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud defined HATE as an ego state that wishes to destroy the source of its unhappiness.


Hate is the two eyed blade, it can give relieve when we can wipe out the source of our happiness. However, it can be very dangerous when we abuse it.


I don't like to hate, but somehow I can't escape from that feeling.


Many things can chain me to hatred. For example is people around me.


When I'm in an environment that make me impossible to escape that feeling, I feel helpless. At first, people around me seems to be very supportive but at last I realize that I was dragged deeper and deeper to the swirl of hate.


I just want PEACE in my mind, heart, and soul.


So people, please help me to find one. Being hated or hating isn't cool! What are we? A group of high-school-ers?

A LESSON TO LEARN

Dunia itu abu-abu, Sayang. 

Maka pandai-pandailah mengarang. 

Agar puas semua orang.

 

11 MINUTES

 

Recently, I read another book of Paulo Cuelho: 11 Minutes.

To me, this book is just OK. It's not as good as the previous book I read from Cuelho; The Alchemist.

Maybe it's because of the language. I read this book in Bahasa Indonesia, so I don't get the soul of the wisdom because the for some books, when it is adapted into other language, something is missing.

That's why, it takes me more than 2 months to finish it.

However, still, there are many memorable quotes I remember from this book;

"The great aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love. Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with."

Eleven Minutes

From Maria's Diary.

That quote is just true. Because..

Humans can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings.
Eleven Minutes

MASQUERADE

Based on the dictionary, the words MASQUARADE can be defined as a NOUN which means: 

a party, dance, or other festive gathering of persons wearing masks and other disguises, and often elegant, historical, or fantastic costumes. 

Why would I need to bring up this word to write here? It is all because I think LIFE IS such a COLOSSAL FESTIVE GATHERING. Yes, life is FUN and gaiety. In our life, we laugh more than cry, no matter what the cause is. 

So as to we can continue to exist in this joviality life, we need to take part in celebrating it, we need to MASQUARADE.

Yes, people are essentially playing pretend in order to survive. We wear masks and other disguises to be accepted by others because of the basic human character that need others' acceptance in order to continue living. 

We always want to please others so they can accept our existence among them. Just imagine how bad it is hurt us to be rejected. Naturally, human can not deal with the rejection. That is why, instead of being rejected and being hurt, we try to negotiate the condition by lowering our standard and sincerely agree to fulfill others expectations over us.

If you ask me, MASQUERADE-ing in life is fine; however, we can not distort the meaning. I mean, to please others by putting on costumes they wish to see on us is tolerable, as long as those costumes do not change who we are or worst, those costumes are used to deceive others.

 In real life, I find people who abuse this MASQUARADE. They exploit their masks and costumes to be able to enter to any group of people.

They change their masks so often in order to acquire their own importance. They even have a heart to hurt others for the sake of their interest. 

Sadly, not all can notice this type of person, only several who are aware. And that is the hardest part, because as the minority, we can not convince others to believe in something that only us who see it.

SHMILY

A heart-tearing love story from one of my favorite blog.. enjoy!!
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My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave shmily on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble.

My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that color so she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was once again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they still went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.

Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew then that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for letting me see.

By Laura Jeanne Allen
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A day after I posted this, I told story to one of my close friend eagerly, but then she said she's read this when she was in Junior High -____- This is one of the story from the Chicken Soup for the Soul, she said!

things you cannot recover in life

Three things you cannot recover in life: 

1. The moment after it’s missed.

2. The word after it’s said.

3. The time after it’s wasted

Most of the times, I regret those thing s I can't recover in my life. After doing something really bad, saying awful thing about my friends or wasting time by doing nothing makes me want rewind all of those times.

But time is something that is out of our control. We do not have power over mastering time, but we do have always a chance to manage time. 

Thus, for now on and beyond, I'll do my best in making my time worth it. And more importantly, I will think carefully on words I say. I'll process more thoughtfully on every syllable come out of my mouth because I do know now how bad it is hurt by bad words.

5 Years From Now On (Self Affirmation)

Five Years from now on it will be 2016..

In 2016 the world will change greatly.
As seen in most of sci-fi movies, our world may be greatly influenced by technology to the extend that we would've never imagined. Our way of communication may change from merely mobile phone to something more sophisticated like using hologram technique or so.

But how about me.. at that time I will turn to be 31 years old.

Being 31, I will be the very happiest person in the world #hopefully!#

I will be an expertise journalist, I will have already been to every country in the world to cover on issues I care about such as gender bias and education. I will fight to promote fairness and freedom in making this world to be a better place to live in. My writings will influence many people to make good decisions.

In my 31 of age, I will be free from hatred. I will spread only love to every one.

I will be married to an astronomer or a painter or a dorky loving physicist who appreciate my work and support me with all I do. He will be not more than 45, red heads or has silver hair, wearing glasses like me :p, and can speak at least 5 different language. Or he can be an Indian or African, but definitely not Japanese, Korean, or Chinese or Australian :p (Trust me, It's all a matter of personal taste, nothing to do with race or anything!)

Me and my husband met when I was 26 at a one fine day in May or June. I love him because he is my musical soul mate. He sings me Radiohead's song and know all about MEW.

I will have already a smart and beautiful son of 1. He will looks like his granny. He likes to gaze the sky and paint doodles, and sing. His first word will be Love. And he will be raised in a politically correct slash hippy slash happy family.

When I'm 31, all of my friends will love me and my family are happy. I will have a nice house in Sweden or Denmark as mu husband work there. I will gain my ideal weight and be more healthy.

See you in next five years, hope all can be realized!