Empty . . .

Is zero.
Is none.
Is blank.
Is senseless.
I don't see what I see.
I don't hear what I hear.
I don't say what I say.
I don't feel what I feel.
Cos I don't feel anything at all.

Living a-dead-person-walking life.
Empty.

My life's been down these days. I don't even know things I'm doing, places I'm going, people I'm talking to. Cos I don't feel anything at all . . .

Joyful!

I just grabbed this beautiful picture from Asad's. I really like it. What a group of joyful plants. I love the way they grow together. It's like they're facing me with a big smile saying "we're happy!". Keep up your hobby catching the beautiful moments in this life, eh! :p

Sorry but I guess there is no copyright mark there somewhere around that it's not against the law to grab one, hehehe...Thank you :p

Meeting Old Friends . . .

Today I met Dian, one of my old best friends during my study in UNY. She was definitely an amazingly smart, full-of-ideas kind, tough person. I admired her since the first time I knew her. Now that after all this time we met again. Many things have happened to our lives eh. Lots of changes. Something new. But of course, deep down inside of us, we're still the same-old-brand-new us, right? ;) I still love to hear your stories, always inspiring and motivating. It always reminds me of the reality that there are lives out there, except my own little world, that I'm not to be bound fully in mine only. And for Linda, what's your blog? I've tried but always unable to reach your site. You know I'd be grateful to read yours though. Dian told me that you must be in Cilacap by now. And you're right that I guess we'll be able to meet more often since we visit places nearby. I'll get you soon, eh!
Well, what a good reunion . . . Miss you honeh boneh!! ~.*

Troops of Cats . . .

This picture has no relation to the topic of this post titled "Troops of Cats". Few minutes ago I felt up to send post with the drops of water image because I like the idea of being fresh. But, suddenly, Abe came. Here he is. He gives me a surprise. A lovely surprise. You know what, he gives me four sets of mini-wooden cats. They are so very lovely. I do like them. Very funny with their tales straight up. Ready for a fight pose. It's like a guard. Yeah, troops of cats. 24/7 ready to protect me? ;) Just so I say, more than thanks to you... It's wonderful!

Let's make it that I'll grow old with you and die in your arms :)

Survival Spirit . . .

It's been about one and a half month since a-5.9-earthquake shook Jogja. Most things have turned normal back again. It looks like there had been nothing wrong going on. Jogjanese is soon to recover. I'm not sure what's inside them though. Perhaps, for those survivors who lost a lot, that pain and trauma will never disappear at all. That picture of horror must be still somewhere on their minds. I can't even imagine how hurt it was. However, no matter how bad it was back then, luckily today I'm able to see normal activities done by local people. Much ruin is still amost everywhere, especially southern parts of Jogja. Dust everywhere. It's really an unhealthy air, especially for those who live along the street where the remains are placed. I'm only hoping that the government immediately handle and solve this problem. It's not a tolerable situation though. There should be more effective actions to implement. There should be level of priorities. And what's more important is professionalism and sincerity. Fund, either money, goods, or whatever kind of helps, is to be given straight to the victims. No cut or stuck here and there just for the sake of "administration" thing. People need proof not merely fake promises. Their condition is urgent. When I heard some new complaints from the victims of Jogja's earthquake, it reminded me of a phrase saying like, Oh not again, another fund for a help? It's only leading for another corruption. Well, it all now depends on the good will of those who are responsible for this fund. It depends on the way they work. It depends on their effective strategy and immediate target. It depends on their professionalism. It depends on their humanity. It does require a hardwork, coorporative team, and time. But I do believe that the fund collected in billions are enough to, at least, ease their misery in these existing moments. No need to delay for any reason. These people must be helped to soon recover and go back to their daily activities and start their lives all over again. What they urgently need is capital. Some capital to begin their new phase of life. Some capital to trigger their survival spirit back into place.
And that's all for their remaining spirit to survive . . .

Some love to Jogja . . . :)

O for the O . . .

I bought O Magazine today. I haven't read it till now. Still in that plastic bag. I never read it at all yet. I'm wondering what's inside. I do hope I will find other and more interesting and inspiring life stories there. Oprah is a real quality expert in that :) Thank you Oprah . . .

To you, thanks for accompanying me to Periplus and for that short quality time spent together. Keep up your spirit and your dreams will come true very soon InshAllah, Love you, my loved Abe :)

Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side . . .

So that way, start to be proud of who you are, the way you think, the way you see things . . :)