Cycling Frenzy

"I'm spinning around, move outta my way, I know you're feeling me 'cos you like it like this.."

This is the song I keep on repeating over and over again when I learn how to cycle earlier this day. With emphasis on "move outta my way." Yes, move outta my way, all you fellow cyclist and pedestrian in Monas area, because Miss Catastrophe is coming through. You'd better stand aside if you don't want to get hit by a girl on a white folding bike. XD

Clipart from here 

Within My Hazy Mind

I am mist hovering among oblivion
With no sense of right and left,
I simply do not now which way to go
Alas, a light, at the end of the road, could that be my true north?
I reached, pushed, kicked, and wiggle my way toward the light
but there on the same spot I remained
Finally I reached my mental limit and stopped struggling altogether
The light is still there, and will always be there, but I stopped caring
But even though I looked the other way, deep down inside I know, it's there where I should be

My Life with the Other Two

Three Fates by Mystic Unicorn
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Love-hate relationships. All you girls out there who has sisters must know what I mean. You love them so much unconditionally no matter what, but you simply can't stand them and the things they do. Just like the fates that spends all eternity together quarelling over a seer's eyes. Me, I have two older sisters and even though their so nice and all, somethimes they can make my life a living hell, especially when they don't mean to.

My oldest sister is a really sweet girl. If you ever have to spend time with her, I'm sure you'll like her in an instant. She has a way with people that my antisocial self would never understand. And even though she refuse to believe it, everybody knows that she's mommy's golden child. To sum it up, she's perfect in many ways (except of course for the ones which she's not). What bugs me is that her logic doesn't match mine. In many times, when dealing with important substantial things, she would let her feelings rule over her; and it kills me everytime I see her running down the path that I know would devastate her. One other thing that frustrate me is her passiveness. She seldom take initiative and won't stop people for taking initiatives for her.

My second one is a badass chick. She's extremely smart and would never hesitate to show that. I truly admire her confidence and assertiveness. Especially because I could be very timid and easily intimidated. But, to tell you the truth, she could be such a snob. Even though she doesn't mean to, I feel constantly attacked by her criticism. When she says something about me, she always manage to make me feel inferior and sometimes worthless.Other than her arogance, I also despise how she would critic the things I do and go on doing the exact same thing.

I'm not saying I am perfect. I have even more flaws than they do, this I know for a fact. However, although I realize that I'm equally annoying, I cannot help to stop feeling the way I feel toward them. One thing's for sure, even though I constantly feel the urge to slap them, if anyone ever does anything mean to them, I would be the first to stand up for them; and I know that they would do the same thing for me. And like the three fates, even though the other two are pain in the ass, I have no choice but to spend all eternity with them. You know what they say, when life give you lemons, make lemonade (however great the urge to drop the lemon juice to others eyes).

All Messed Up

Moving to a new place is always exciting. The new surrounding, new people, new walls to stare at; all of which adds the nuevo element that makes life more exciting. However, there's one thing that I absolutely despise when it comes to moving to a new place, and that is: the packing. When you want to move out of a place, unfortunately you cannot avoid the agonizing labor of packing things. Putting all your things inside cardboard boxes is an extremely tedious, time consuming, mood lowering task and i hate it. I truly hate it. And that is the reason why I am now blogging in the middle of one giant mess I call my room where all the items I have are scattered all over.

For My Yoke Is Easy. Is It?

"Lebih berat mana? Satu kilo paku atau satu kilo kapas?"

We hear this trick question this often that we've memorized the question by heart. But when it's the first time for us to hear it; some of us would get the answer right, more would need a few minutes to think, and even more (me included) would confidently give the classic stupid answer: the nails weighs more!!!

In a mass earlier this afternoon, the preacher mentioned this question in his homily. The gospel was taken from tho book of Mathew, and one of the verse (Matthew 11:30) says "for my yoke is easy and my burden is light." The preacher spoke about how hard it is to convince people who are burdened with earthly matters such as illness on how Jesus gives 'light' burden while in reality He gave them illness. (do forgive me Lord/Lady, I don't mean  to speak ill of You)

The preacher than mentioned the previously mentioned question. He said that sometimes the problem does not lie in the God-given-burden, but in the perception of men. (sure! blame it on the imperfect human, like you always do (you as in preachers, not in God)) Most of the times, us humans tend to ovorperceive burdens that God has bestowed upon us. We perceive the burden as the nails and therefore believe that it weighs more than it truly is. This statement makes me wonder of another question. Sure, they both weighs the same, but would you rather a kilo of nails or a kilo of cotton to fall over you? In the head?

Personally, I think one kilo of cotton on the head would feel a lot less painful than a kilo of nail. Than I wonder, maybe that's the problem. It's not the weigh that makes humankind sends angry protest prayers to God. Its the material of choice and method of delivery. Instead of dropping bag of nails onto people's head, He/She should really consider dropping a pillow instead. I bet that would save a lot of churches from losing its flock.