April 2010
14 posts
The Spirit Walk #1
I dream: so realistic it is, I can feel every pain or fatigue when I woke up. It has exactly the same theme, appearing in different story arc, but exactly on the same grand storyline. It always feel that it’s about something in the future. A dystopian future I’m afraid. I can distinguish this “spirit walk” from usual dream by those exhaustion feeling and how the story...
“Harta itu ada dan dibutuhkan untuk keselamatan”
– Pepatah Jawa ajaran Bapak
“Mau cari air, ya, bawa pikulan air”
– Pepatah Jawa ajaran Bapak
No Perfection in This World. Still, I'm a...
I do realize that I’m a perfectionist. I want to get all things right, in the right way. Most of the time, the main limiter is the time factor. In the end, time define the results. Maybe that’s what makes us human: we have a strong bond with time and space, limited by them.
I got some final assignments for this semester and my perfectionist instinct got tickled over and over again....
Botchan: A Humor About Morality and Justice
I’ve just finished Botchan, a novel by Natsumi Soseki. A novel that claimed to be the most popular classical novel in Japan, written in 1906. I found it accidentally at a book shop near home. It was Saturday and I was so bored. I found this book and i just picked it up along with other 2 book; a remedy for an exhausted brain (it was tasks deadlines party, even until now).
Botchan is a...
A Moment of Void
I begin to feel empty again these days. I know what’s lost. My dream is a natural indicator of me straying away from primary objectives in my life. Such divine call for a mortal being, I consider it a thorny path to a better place.
I feel dirty and I’m disgusted by myself. I need to clean it. I want to be clean. I want to take this mission. I want to succeed. At least I die trying.
O Dear Adventure
I’ve left myself quite some tracks in the internet since I’ve several blogs. I like to try something new, comparing it with ones i know, then deciding which one to keep: the old, the new, or both.
I enjoy writing things. Clear my head when it’s full of fog. Every time i write it’s always feel like one of those heavy burden on my back suddenly gone. There are times when I,...
