Ladies and gentlemen, as we're approaching the end of the year, may I present you the (self-proclaimed and only regionally-known) word of the year:
Hayceur (adj.)
State of being commonly experienced when approaching deadlines, in which one is overwhelmed with reality so bitter it brings one close to tears.
a.k.a. hayang ceurik pisan sob
Do our best to survive fellow interior students and let's hayceur together yang penting finish ya <3 p="">
25.12.13
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6.12.13
http://ayuutami.com/mengapa-kita-tak-pantas-lagi-bilang-suka-sama-suka/
Bagus.
Paragraf terakhirnya mengesankan.
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1.12.13
https://twitter.com/earthposts/status/406932677456314368/photo/1
"The ocean is a beautiful, frightening place."
Deep, solitary, fascinating.
Blue and emerald green, going one shade darker the deeper you go, until it's pitch black, and fascination turns to fright.
But that knowledge that there's little element of fright that can overwhelm you anytime, it adds to the fascination, doesn't it?
I love ocean. Deep, solitaire ocean.
"The ocean is a beautiful, frightening place."
Deep, solitary, fascinating.
Blue and emerald green, going one shade darker the deeper you go, until it's pitch black, and fascination turns to fright.
But that knowledge that there's little element of fright that can overwhelm you anytime, it adds to the fascination, doesn't it?
I love ocean. Deep, solitaire ocean.
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Kemarin baca satu artikel (page six type of article, mind you) tentang 80 something billionaire (with a not-so-pleasing look and dwarfish posture), newly engaged with 30 something beautiful lady, dubbed with the article as a girlfriend 'half his age and twice his height'.
I read the article right until the end, being increasingly sarcastic about the article selling their "true love despite their differences" as I got through another sentence, another paragraph. No, sorry I can't look past the piles of money to see this "love" the article kept on harping about.
Then I looked to the comment section of the article, expecting all the comments to be along the lines of my thinking, merely confirming that I'm not the only one not buying this love idea. What I came across, to my surprise, is this comment:
Ok, she is attracted to money, brains, and power. Why is that worse than being attracted to eyes, legs, or poverty? To each her own, I don't see why she is being derided.
Why is being attracted to money considered more morally low than being attracted to good looks, for instance? Because being attracted to good looks is only a natural tendency of human being, while being attracted to money is seen as more "calculated" move? To be honest, both of them, intentionally or not, are just as selfish.
Well, I think whatever quality it is that we seek from a partner, ultimately the reason will always be self-centered.
We're always selfish when it comes to love, we always think of what's best for our own interest. We're not in the position to take a moral high ground and think lowly of people that merely seek a different quality from a partner. They're no more selfish than we are. Our kind of love is no truer than theirs.
I am grossed at myself for being so judgmental to the lady. I still am sarcastic. I can't help myself from feeling so. But maybe I'll just accept that she only has a different concept of love than mine. If that includes dating someone 50+ years older, well, to each their own. All I know is that it doesn't make me better, or make her worse.
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29.11.13
Too many of us are so quick, so quick to judge. That some kind of lives are a certain blessing, others a certain misery. And dare not the blessed feel sorry of themselves, dare not they complain, dare not they feel envy.
From the cries of the poor souls whose sufferings so obvious it makes us cringe to the secretly grim hearts of the ladies and gentlemen lonely in their cold, spacious houses, all we know is just that each of us are just as equally wounded as everyone. We just wound differently, some deep and subtle, some exposed, some clearly seen and some hidden. But noone is free of scars, noone is not pained.
And maybe this is just the curse of life, that all of us, from the ones we long to be to the ones to whom we always feel sorry, we're all sometimes sad, sometimes happy. And while thoughts of grace should never, never leave our minds upon thinking of ourselves, we should be allowed to sometimes accept that we're all wounded. Maybe sometimes, sometimes it's okay to feel sorry for ourselves.
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9.11.13
Sonder
n. a realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
which is a very profound moment in your life, a time well-spent, a very intriguing realization.
That each and every person walking on this earth has its own unique perception of the world that revolves around them. That this one world we live in, is actually billions different kind of world, each in the eye of the beholder. That there is a multitude of lives, stories, occurrences happening all at the same time. Long history, different lives that we all carry.
Yours is not the only one, and to you only it is the most important one.
And somehow it's incredible that these stories that pass by us each day, they are just mute, and silent, and unknown. It's incredible that the buzz of the world sounds so ordinary, that those stories are even able to pass unnoticeably.
Take a moment and sonder.
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The clearest view is always, always from the outer circle, seeing thing as a whole, glasses not tinted, details barely seen and not overbearing.
Like it or not, the inner view is always rose-tinted. Romanticising.
Keep your feet standing on both side of the circle. To see, and moreso, to understand. To be in love and not be blinded. Taking the best of both world.
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