I'm still puzzled as to why people brag about something.
They try to sell their big names, titles, or even looks to attract someone.
Do they forget they have nothing in this world?
Those won't last forever, as to my knowledge.
Their big names only survive at least 63 years.
Their proud titles become nothing after Alm. appears in front of their names.
Youthful looks only stay for about 30 years or something.
We never have the reason to be so boastful about everything.
Am I right?
I always love kids. They are so adorable, cute and cuddly. I love their toothless grin. I am crazy over their crystal eyes. I really like their bakpao-like cheek. There are top 7 things kids do that I love the most.
1. They run toward me and give me a big hug.
2. They scream my name out loud.
3. They brag about their new stuff; bag, shoes,
4. They sit nicely on my lap and their hands cling to my shoulder.
5. They show me their about-to-loose tooth.
6. They ask me to button or unbutton their shirt.
7. They act out to be me, teaching their friends precisely similar with the way I teach them.
For me, kids are considered an energizer. They watering the withering zeal. They get my spirit back. Yeah.
Migraine keeps kicking my brain nerve. I hate it. Really. Then I grab my phone. I search contact list named "Sugar". I call him. Then my migraine becomes a bit lighter. Thanks God, I don't need to see a doctor or swallow some pills.
Sorrow approaches me like number 25. I'm so restless that I can't figure out how to wash away tear. Then the "Sugar" throws me a joke. I smile a bit. But really, I'm more relieved. Thanks God, I don't need to watch Opera Van Java.
Future is so bleak. I can't see how I look like when I'm a mother of four kids. I can't spot where I belong when I am 30. I can't tell whether I'll be still buying candy floss when I've already had wrinkles on my forehead. Then he comes; bringing me a pen and a piece of paper. He sketches my dream. Then I know my future will be brighter than that shining bald head, sorry I mean than the sun; more elegant than Buckingham Palace; and of course more picturesque than my smile. Thanks God, You send me the doppelganger of hope. :)
One morning, I wake up.
I see my face in the mirror.
I stare at that thick eyebrow, semi-flat nose, and wavy black hair.
I know, I have no Catherine-esque look"
I am not the The Duchess of Cambridge.
I am not wearing Alexander McQueen's dress.
I am just a girl with worn out floral-printed night dress.
Smile a lot, dreaming huge.....
I am happy to be myself.
I have no prince beside me,
But I date more-than-prince man
I love him to the moon and back.
That's what makes me so complete, so complete.
I wish one day, I wake up again and he's the first one I see. :)
Tonight, I see those stars keep sparkling in the delicate sky.
Their light guides a young lad to go home.
The remnant of moonlight crawls over his head.
It's light pours his sweat running through his hairy cheek.
He sighs a relieve when an old lady stands by the door
Tonight, I see an old lady with shabby cardigan smile to his son
She welcomes him and sweep his sweat with the butt of cardigan
She says "Every sweat you drop is the most fragrant perfume for an old lady called Mama."
He kisses her wrinkled hand and says "the warmth of your hand keeps me and my three two siblings survive"
Tonight, the wings of a pair of butterfly stop flapping
They sleep beneath the spell of Miraposa
Tomorrow, they are ready to amaze the world again
Once upon a time in a far away land, lived a female warewolf with his mate, a pure man. They had been together for approximately one year. They were crazy in love each other. They hunted prey together, protected each other from the handsome vampire (let's name him Edo Culun) and of course shared very delicate kiss in the day and night. However, they were not a perfect couple. They got severe quarrel sometimes but two hours later they cracked the loudest laugh together. Often times, the female warewolf was so sensitive and easily caught in a baaaaaad mood and the man would try sooooo hard to make joke to get back her sugary smile. She kept being annoying sometimes and the man would always kept being patient. He had been a warewolf tamer.
What comes into
your mind every time you say “love”? Is that warmth, affection, tolerance or
understanding? Each aforementioned word
does define love in a whole way. Love may bring warmth even in the most
freezing winter, melting every severe hatred and blooming the pieces of
forgiveness. Love is an ability to forgive. In their book “Why Good Things Happen
to Good People”, Post and Neimark (2011) propose that forgiveness is the
crucial expression of love. It needs enough courage, empathy and determination
as the forgiveness is all about process. They also come up with a real story
about the buffetings toward forgiveness.
A woman whose
name doesn’t want to be announced recalls about the most devastating moment in
her life. She lost her Dad when she was 20 because of car accident. She and her
Dad was about one turn away from their house when the accident happened. A
careless driver used the right traffic lane to overtake and ignored traffic
light. He stepped on the gas to overtake a truck. The truck hit the middle
barrier and tore his Dad’s car apart.
His Dad’s body was totally shattered. Then, the careless driver got out
of the car then grumbled about his scratched car paint. He was sentenced only 40
hours for people service.
She was really
broken. No words can describe how unfair the life is. His Dad’s soul was considered as equal as 40-hour
sentence. Her Dad death affected her
mother’s health. In 28, she lost her mother too because of cancer.
She needs a
couple years to forgive the man. Until someday, she talk to herself that “I
have a faith. It is apparent that he deserves forgiveness. I keep trying to
pray for the man, for his better life. I do hope that he will grow.” With the
remnant of love she has, she is able to forgive the worst damn thing in her
life.
I believe the
above story is capable of evoking our conscience to contemplate about forgiving
and being forgiven. It is suggested that when we find ourselves difficult to
forgive someone, let’s think how relieved when we’re being forgiven. There are several researches that show the
benefit of forgiveness. Charlotte Witvliet, a psychologist from Hope College in
Michigan conducted study toward 71 students. She asked them to think about
someone who have hurt them and reacted in their heart whether giving
forgiveness or not. The result shows that those who don’t give reaction for forgiveness
suffer from physiological stress. While forgiveness reaction were reported for
leading students to peaceful body and mind. It is concluded, that playing the
pain in the brain over and over again will get ourselves burdensome. Post and
Neimark (2011) describe this condition as carrying potato pouch on the shoulder
everywhere we go. We bring it to workplace, to restroom, to gym, even to bed. The
potato is the symbol of hatred. We put one potato into the pouch every time we
rewind the detestation. Day by day, the pouch gets weightier and our shoulder
couldn’t stand carrying it. How tortured we are, aren’t we? So, let’s learn to forgive and grow our
ability to love.
