The Little Boy and His Call For A Ping Pong Game

Frankly? I am speechless.

I used to think that God is a little boy

that this world is His playground

and every time, He with his tricky smile would always calling me out for a ping-pong game (which I hate)

But now I know something else

that even if He is a little boy, He is the kind that is super patient and orderly

and He knows how to make you the happiest -though you don't

He knows you hate ping-pong

But He knows that it's the only way to make you the happiest

Focusing on that small orange ball that seem to bounce around at the speed of light

makes you stop lamenting and forget your sorrow

It gives every second of your life a sense of purpose

but it also force you to let go

It's never easy to explain this but I am sure that the universe has its own way

that the sayings of

"God's timing"

and "beautiful in its own time, in its own way"

actually makes sense

(and if it doesn't, then I must tell you that it's true!)

Thank You God for Your timing

Let's celebrate: I broke up!

Congratulate me today,
I broke up!
Finally after weeks, and perhaps months, I finally have the courage

Congratulate me today,
I broke up!
I toast for an open wound, for it will not be opened anymore wider
for tears, no I don't cry
for sorrow, for it shall not have more reasons to prevail

For end of misery as we know it
For a gleaming fresh new start!

as I iron

Don't dwell in the past, they say.
I keep chanting this wise words as my thought start to wander.

I guess all house work, however simple and short they may be, can make people meditate on their life...their past, their future, and strangely rarely about their present.

It is true that the past cannot be redone, nor that it can be abolished.
Very strange that so often we dwell in it so often, too often.

Maybe it's true that an idle mind is a dangerous mind, I must say,
for it limits our sights from seeing the present as it is and impedes us from dealing it accordingly.

The time I spent in the Company had become my therapy, I guess. I have to admit that I am indeed...very very lucky. Somebody up there must have loved me so much, huh... :)

Thank you...

No need to say goodbye - Narnia|the Call

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

If

Maybe I was born on the wrong year. Sometimes I do wish that I was born 19 years earlier. Tapi nggak kan?
and I do wonder what would happen if.....
But then my next question would be, would I gamble everything I am, for whatever I would have been?
For I know that what I won't have have already been determined just by the decision itself,
...while what i will have in turn is in the realm of the unknown.

Would I gamble that?

One can be as daring as a tiger in some things,
but can be as coward as a cat in other things.

The Perfect Man

For me this very moment, the perfect man is the man who...

...walks by the side of the woman he loves; not in front of her and let her chase him around, and not on her back to let her got lost on her own...

a partner.

...is not ashamed of her, not ashamed for being seen with her, not ashamed for sharing his laugh and tears with her...

...sitting in the same table, enjoying tea while feelings are poured and soothed, I figure that his voice is gentle, tender, calm and soothing. He speaks as if singing.

and he is modest, a very simple man with no prejudice whatsoever...as if he is a boy, admiring how beautiful green the lake is, how nice the sounds when the breezing wind asks the bamboo trees to dance.

and he likes to laugh...he laugh at himself as well, maybe more than others. I guess that`s how modest he is.

He would yell and sing in the stadium, watching a game...and his spirit is contagious to those around him....as if light that is warm, that lingers.

I guess.....it was because he is sincere...sincere.

Hari Terakhir

Hari ini adalah hari terakhir salah seorang anggota tim akan berada di tengah-tengah kami. Lucu...ia masih ada di sini namun rasa kehilangan itu telah muncul.
Dia adalah teman yang baik. Entah kapan akan bertemu lagi.
Di tim ku yang lalu, aku telah mendengar pelajaran tentang melupakan seseorang, tentang tidak menganggap personal (ataupun emosional) apapun (repeat: kita ini alat. mereka itu alat. kita semua adalah alat. alat tidak memiliki perasaan. Alat hanya menjalankan tugas dan tidak lebih). Aku bahkan sudah mengetahui betapa berbahayanya punya perasaan terhadap anggota tim. Perasaan yang aku maksudkan di sini adalah persahabatan atau persaudaraan, tapi tidak tertutup kemungkinan perasaan yang lainnya juga..
kau tahu kenapa tidak boleh?
Karena perpisahan itu adalah pasti
dan mereka yang memiliki perasaan dapat merasakan bahwa perpisahan itu sakit.