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No, it is not a post about food recipes. {sorry to disappoint you, my non-existent reader}... Just this morning I had a revolution on how to cook savory oatmeal as one of the few new things that I welcome in my life, other than, a new house and hair color. Today's marked as the first month of living in a new house with a completely different layout and environment. I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about it, but I did cry myself to sleep every day a week before moving out of my old house, my childhood home. I spent almost all my life at the said shelter and it holds many memories of beloved deceased family members, that I realized, once the house deconstructs by the new owner, the moments will be buried for good in the ground. Maybe, God, Himself wanted to slap me in the face for my confusing act. For months, even years, I will pray for a new better life, for a chance to start over for my family and me. Nevertheless, when the days come, I cry because deep down it ...

Blogging is one of the ways to calming my mind. It is 10.00 PM and I'm in my bedroom with a glass of coffee stare blankly into my laptop screen looking for interesting things to write. I said in the beginning that blogging is a way to calming my mind, well, drinking coffee is also another way. In fact, I have this unfinished post for almost three weeks now. I still remember why I wanted to write this particular blog post with the title of domestic happiness. But I got lazy? maybe sleepy? or stuck? that I ended up just wrote the title and close the page altogether. Weeks ago, my mom and I went for a walk to buy a broomstick in this old grocery store in our neighborhood. The shop's owner is an old man with a pretty interesting character. This old man has a custom to always share his belief and view about God with me and my mom. A simple broomstick or other cleaning tools shopping could turn into a deep ideology sharing moment pretty quickly. No kidding. I said sharing while in fa...

I'm kinda into the cognitive type personality theory recently, and the extraverted/introverted epitome has me hooked. There are two major functions inside one's brain that distinguish their character and how a person differs from one another, and those are sometimes, a root of different perspectives, opinions, and values that humans hold. Those two are perceiving and judging function. I'm not gonna dive deep into the definition and theory for all the functions which you can easily search and read by yourself all-over the internet. But I surely thinking over and over about the extraverted and introverted feeling that falls into the judging function category, and how it works on world condition right now. The extraverted feeling is how we make a decision based on the external value that will affect other people. Introverted feeling is making the decision based on our personal value and how it will affect ourselves. So I'm willing to address this current global dilemma...

“Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities" A qoute by Rebecca Solnit which I found as an opening paragraph of one of the short story inside the book, Tales of Two Cities: The best and worst times in today's New York. I'm half way finish reading this book and I wanted to say that I'm in love with all of the opening stories. It feel like I share the same feeling and perspectives with some of the authors of the book.  People are the atom of the city and whether we're realize it or not, we depend our daily mechanism of move around from one place to another in the city by system that are already there. Arranged by city planner, government policies, execute by local authorities, and lived by us. The atom. A city can be monstrously ugly or enchantingly beautiful depends on what kind of glass...

'I would learn of their dream in flowers, but butterfly have no voice' it's about the fact that butterflies live for such a brief period of time. All they would understand is being in the beauty of flowers, so if a butterfly slept and had a dream, that's what it would be about. {an opening page for Frankie issue 87 I think I will always remember this..}

Lead me among your deserted soil, I will still bloom like a fool Lead me between the drain pipe of your dreams I will sank and dance as the ocean rhymes Never did I hear a sound so alluring As your intertwine footsteps on the edge of the sand I love you quite, tiny and little Like a darkness inside a whale’s stomach I love you subtle and afraid Like a dolphin’s cry across a distant bay Albeit my soul very merry Never did I want to possess you Even when I bleed your name like dripping sweats Never did I intent to keep you inside a bubble Only will I take of what little that I could Be still with it Through the rest of my pathetic life

Hotell, an Art House movie from Sweden is marked as the first movie that I watched in Kineforum.  But before I talked about the movie, I wanted to tell you shortly about this first-timer-thing. Kineforum is a non-commercial mini-theater located inside Taman Ismail Marzuki (TIM), Jakarta. A place where you can watch the classic and contemporary movie, national and international ones. It's like a refreshing air to watch a non-English spoken language movie in the ocean of American blockbuster here and there. But anyway. The list of movies that shows are free or cost you like twenty or thirty thousand rupiahs. You can also donate voluntarily after reserve your ticket. You can just put your money inside a wooden box on the right side of the reception table. Being a latecomer that I am. I arrived ten minutes before the movie started, exhausted from all the walked from the entry gate, I reserved my ticket and also bought a much-needed ion drink. When I realized that I have to donate ...