8.30 a.m.
Half glass (not cup) of black coffee just to refresh my body…
Working and thinking about next Saturday’s workshop:- painting workshop. Please note this is not a serious class, just for hanging out and relaxation and no professional there except the teacher.
My ex boss secretary came with her “assistant”. They shot me. Failed and tried again. After three times (= 45 minutes) then finally… Keep reading →
I amuse my self with painting and sketches, this is my way to satisfy other part of my soul. If you say colors could relief your self I will say absolutely YES. I did color therapy (and painting therapy) to cure my sorrow once and I succedeed. Then this evening I “walk” and found some interesting blog.
Geninne, The Enigma, dua mata saya,
Monday Artday, lil-kim’s illo blog,
imadawwas, etc… etc…
Well get the differences while you visit this site.
Wonderful Sunday. Nothing to do and I could read, watched the movies, ordered my lunch, and laid down almost for the entire day. It was my art-of-doing-nothing. I only disturbed with one thing: - no newspaper without further explanation even this morning while delivery man sent newspaper. I used this opportunity to made a flashback and some plan for the rest of the month. Last week, I was so busy. Last Tuesday night, about 10 p.m. while I just finished the course, I got a call from my sister. She told me that my mum has serious illness and asked whether I could take her to the nearest ER. Well, I was around Lapangan Banteng and my mum in my sister’s house in Pancoran. She couldn’t take her since she has a baby and her husband was out of town. In a short words, I took my mum to RS Tebet, the first hospital’s name that came up on my mind at that time, no particular reason. A young med doctor examined my mum carefully. He explained about my mum’s illness clearly to us. Nothing to worried, It made us relief. 1.30 a.m. we went home after I asked a medical report since my mum will continue medication in our hometown. What a stupid thing, we forgot to say thank you to the doctor. Hopefully he reads this blog, dr Erik thank you so much for your kind help, it was an excellent services. 
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Google has a different theme today. If you click it, it will take you to the result of Marc Chagall, a Rusian-Bellarusian-French painter who was born on July 7th, 1887. One of his quotes is; - Only love interest me, and I am only in contact with things I love, made me think am I? Sure I am not Chagall but if I change these sentence a little bit become:- .. and I would like to contact only with things I love-then it’s me (and probably most of you), but the fact is God never allowed us to contact only with things we love, or with the things that make us happy. It’s kind a hard thing form me at the beginning, particularly while I was trapped into “teenager love” for the first time - one of foolish things I’ve done . A kind of love that makes me angry and thought that all happiness came from suffering, hehehe it’s silly stupid thing that could happen while you broke your hearth. During the time, I knew that I was wrong and become wiser for sure. 
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I read Mer’s dream. She said:-
Dreams, they might not do anything for some people. But in my life, many dreams, or most of my dreams, came true. My mental dreams as well as my night dreams. Yes, I am a dreamer. I dream when I am sleeping, I dream when I am awake. I dream with my mind. I dream with my spirit. I dreamed when I was a child. And now I still dream like a child. Keep reading →
Finally I’d like to introduce my true partner to you. Ladies and gentlement…. Keep reading →
Saturday night fever
I want to think about things. I want to read and to “chew” my new books, my brains are full with ideas and I need my hand to write something but here I am end up on the bed. Got a high fever. My eyes. Sure as if those had cried for hundreds time. It always happens to the retinas in a situation like this. The other parts that I hate are nightmare and insomniac and My consciousness is about 40% now. I just remember this;- I know I don’t know you but I want you so bad.. part of a song that remind me, I was so naïve sometimes, I was so naïve while I was younger, perhaps it’s what they called as chasing the wind…got to go before fall a sleep. Fever, this time you win. Keep reading →
A compatible relationship with your superior is essential to being effective in your job. How managing the boss is sound unusual, interesting and suspicious, because in traditional top-down emphasis in most organizations. Why not? Remember successful managers develop relationships with everyone they depend on -including the boss. Use this checklist for managing your boss: Keep reading →
I am thinking to follow the project that was launched by National Geographic on April 2005. Really curious about migration pattern that has been taken by my ancestor. Did they Tibetian or Niger? Likely I need my father’s favor to do this.
I have a friend, it called solitude and sometime it acompanied by lonely. The right combination, though. Sometimes solitude visit me without lonely, and I am fine.
