"I'm too much woman for you.
I'm a strong woman and I'm glad I'm strong.
I'm not going to put myself in a box for you.
I'm a big woman."
Charlotte to Cooper from "Strange Bedfellows", Private Practice.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Dear Boys, read this.
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye & asking, 'Do
you really want to know?'
Reluctantly, he said,"Yes."
She began to expound"As a woman in this day & age, I am in a position to
ask a man what can you do for me that I can't do for myself?
I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any
man...or woman for that matter.
I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought & stated, "I am not referring to money.
I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain.
She said, "I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I
need conversation & mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.
I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don't
need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe
for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don't
need a financial burden.
I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a
woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.
I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and
game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.
I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader and
provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.
I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must
respect him.
I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I
have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.
And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me. He will
recognize himself in me. Hey may not be able to explain the connection,
but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a help-mate for
man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spill, she looked at him.
He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said,"You are asking a
lot."
She replied, "I'm worth a lot".
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye & asking, 'Do
you really want to know?'
Reluctantly, he said,"Yes."
She began to expound"As a woman in this day & age, I am in a position to
ask a man what can you do for me that I can't do for myself?
I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any
man...or woman for that matter.
I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought & stated, "I am not referring to money.
I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain.
She said, "I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I
need conversation & mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.
I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don't
need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe
for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don't
need a financial burden.
I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a
woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.
I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and
game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.
I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader and
provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.
I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must
respect him.
I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I
have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.
And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me. He will
recognize himself in me. Hey may not be able to explain the connection,
but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a help-mate for
man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spill, she looked at him.
He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said,"You are asking a
lot."
She replied, "I'm worth a lot".
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Road Not Taken
One of my favorite quotation of all times, comes from Robert Frost's. It goes like this, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Still awake at 3 in the morning accidentally made me found out that that line comes from a poetry! Robert Frost turns out to be a poet. It's still a good poetry, lovely.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
My favorite word: If.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
And here's to every woman in the world.
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies. I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees. I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see. I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud. I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies. I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees. I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see. I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud. I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Boo!
Writing the blog can actually killed this boredom. I actually imagine those malls standing on the land of Jakarta just now. Hundreds of malls; the new and old, or even the social classes they built in a mall. This mall belongs to the third classes, and let's just say, malls like Grand Indonesia and Pacific Place - which are standing next to the Grand Hyatt Hotel and Ritz-Carlton Hotel - definitely too arrogant to be the mall for everybody.
This reminds me of a random thought about capitalism that came up my mind just yesterday. During the previous Christmas, New Year, or maybe the upcoming Easter, some tweets - well you know how much Indonesian are blabbering everything on their twitter page right? Maybe it's me on some occasion - by some people was kind of quipping the capitalist idea of celebrating those times. And I think "Oh, come on." but at the other hand - maybe it's right. In my own humble opinion, I think that's the way the Western population celebrating it. I mean, come on people, the Eastern people are not the only one who has the tradition right? They just don't have that strict kind of rules in their tradition, that's the difference between the East and the West. They have Santa they have the christmas tree and the most simple until luxurious Christmas decoration in town, they got the snow - so what? Doesn't mean that every time you embrace those moments in such humbleness will make you become the most religious person in the whole universe. Coming from my Dad side of family, those little traditions what gets us closer sometimes. Every time you come home for Christmas or New Year, you'll have this nostalgic feelings and also highest excitement to do those things you do together from you were little. Maybe it's just a Christmas shopping, maybe it's just Christmas tree and presents under the tree, maybe it's just a small Christmas eve dinner or Christmas cakes on Christmas morning. What's the use of not being together with a family - or the ones you loves the most at Christmas? That's the closest meanings of God's given most precious gift, right? That's more and less same as New Year. Who hates new year anyway? I think people who don't take New Year's Eve seriously is the most sceptic people. It's not just a tomorrow, maybe it's not like Idul Fitri or Christmas when all your sin will be forgiven. But dearly, New Year is a time when you tell yourself, "you have another chance to challenge yourself and be a better person." Maybe you make those New Year resolutions, maybe you don't - but you know that your time is crawling too fast and you have to make the best out of it. Screw those sayings that say the Western traditions make you throw your money around. Just, shut up. New Year is the beginning of the year, you should raise your glass and cheers up!
Anyway, the elaboration is going too far. Now I'm starving and forget what to write at the first place.
Have a great holiday everyone!
This reminds me of a random thought about capitalism that came up my mind just yesterday. During the previous Christmas, New Year, or maybe the upcoming Easter, some tweets - well you know how much Indonesian are blabbering everything on their twitter page right? Maybe it's me on some occasion - by some people was kind of quipping the capitalist idea of celebrating those times. And I think "Oh, come on." but at the other hand - maybe it's right. In my own humble opinion, I think that's the way the Western population celebrating it. I mean, come on people, the Eastern people are not the only one who has the tradition right? They just don't have that strict kind of rules in their tradition, that's the difference between the East and the West. They have Santa they have the christmas tree and the most simple until luxurious Christmas decoration in town, they got the snow - so what? Doesn't mean that every time you embrace those moments in such humbleness will make you become the most religious person in the whole universe. Coming from my Dad side of family, those little traditions what gets us closer sometimes. Every time you come home for Christmas or New Year, you'll have this nostalgic feelings and also highest excitement to do those things you do together from you were little. Maybe it's just a Christmas shopping, maybe it's just Christmas tree and presents under the tree, maybe it's just a small Christmas eve dinner or Christmas cakes on Christmas morning. What's the use of not being together with a family - or the ones you loves the most at Christmas? That's the closest meanings of God's given most precious gift, right? That's more and less same as New Year. Who hates new year anyway? I think people who don't take New Year's Eve seriously is the most sceptic people. It's not just a tomorrow, maybe it's not like Idul Fitri or Christmas when all your sin will be forgiven. But dearly, New Year is a time when you tell yourself, "you have another chance to challenge yourself and be a better person." Maybe you make those New Year resolutions, maybe you don't - but you know that your time is crawling too fast and you have to make the best out of it. Screw those sayings that say the Western traditions make you throw your money around. Just, shut up. New Year is the beginning of the year, you should raise your glass and cheers up!
Anyway, the elaboration is going too far. Now I'm starving and forget what to write at the first place.
Have a great holiday everyone!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Janus, the God of Beginnings
Have you watched 'The Tourist' movie? Either you're a guy or a woman, you just simply have to watch it. I mean it's Johnny Deep and Angelina Jolie who play the cast of the movie, and they're both one of the greatest artists in Hollywood. It's a bit drama actually if you're hoping for more action, but with Jolie's and Deep's acting - who'd care?
I probably have mentioned it at my later posts - I'm more the lyrical person. I pay high attention to words, like lyrics in a song, dialogue in a movie, quotes in an article - details. That's why maybe, I'm better with words. Anyway, I'm not going to give you a fantastic movie review of The Tourist - but all I can say, is you HAVE TO watch the movie. You'll understand why then the movie was nominated for 3 Grammies. Their acting, was unblaffable.
One of the dialogue that catch my eyes, was this one. They're both were sitting on a dinner table, at one fine dining restaurant in Venice - Man, God must be happy when He created Venice, it's such a mere beauty! I just got to be there before 25. Now, Deep was watching her holding her charm bracelet with a locket on it. It has the face of Janus, one of Roman Greek's God.
Elise: It's the um...the Roman god, Janus. My mother gave it to me when I was little. She wanted to teach me that people have two sides. A good side, a bad side, a past, a future. And that we must embrace both in someone we love. And I tried.
Frank Tupelo: What's he like?
Elise: He's...different, from anybody I know.
Frank Tupelo: Different's good. Where I come from, the highest compliment they can offer a person is to say that they're down to earth, grounded. I hate it. It drives me nuts.
And five minutes ago, I was like running through google, looking for the information about this God, Janus. I've always been into this God and Goddess stuff from the ancient Roman Greek history anyway. This is merely new year, remember? And reading this, about God Janus is the rightest thing to do at new year.
Janus is the two-faced ancient Roman God as he represent the looks of the past and the future. It's kind of reminds me of the astrological sign, Gemini. But it's not representing neither past or the future, but it's representing a two-side in one person. That people can be hypocrite and easy to get influenced with. As Jolie said in the movie, "She wanted to teach me that people have two sides. A good side, a bad side; a past, a future. And that we must embrace both in someone we love."
Human is very complicated, and not to mention, tiring. Here, the Janus God is composite and obscure that he's associated with doorways, beginnings, and transitions. The concepts of January and janitor are both based on aspects of Janus - personally speaking I don't know is this should be a funny thing to be laughed at or not.
Quoted from an ancient history website, it says: Associated with doorways and gates, Janus is the god of beginnings. Since he looks both ways, the term Janus-faced is used to describe someone who is duplicitous. He is also considered the guardian of peace when the door to his shrine was closed.
Exactly. Welcoming the new year of 2011, may the God of Janus will watch us from above. He's the God of beginnings and also the guardian of peace. Everyone throughout the world wish for a better peace for the years ahead. "The most famous temple to Janus in Rome, on the Argiletum, is called the Ianus Geminus 'Twin Janus'. When its doors were open, neighboring cities knew that Rome was at war. When the doors were closed, Rome was at peace."
There's always two part inside of a human, each one only understand for its own.
Dear God of Janus, may this will be a great year of beginnings.
One of Us.
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome.
For me, God is something that both way beyond and the closest one to our hearts. People have been exaggerating about God, and being too harsh to seek God that it has decreasing the glorious value of the God itself. If we think carefully, we can find God - or as they say, the grace of God in our everyday life - strangers who'd do such greatest thing in life. Angels, maybe are the little children walking aside the street, asking us for money to survive. Again, what if God was one of us?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome.
For me, God is something that both way beyond and the closest one to our hearts. People have been exaggerating about God, and being too harsh to seek God that it has decreasing the glorious value of the God itself. If we think carefully, we can find God - or as they say, the grace of God in our everyday life - strangers who'd do such greatest thing in life. Angels, maybe are the little children walking aside the street, asking us for money to survive. Again, what if God was one of us?
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