When life leaves us blind ….

I'm quite busy recently and have no time to express something from my mind. I don’t know exactly what’s occupying my mind; everything doesn't seem wrong, but doesn't really right either. Just ‘in between’, like Linkin Park song. By the way, I’m a fan of this band, though the music is hard, but I love most of their lyrics, could be so depth and meaningful.

O Mio Babbino Caro

Oh my dear father ............. is the actual translation, but what is actually the meaning of this song?

Snacking 'Wasabi Green Pea'

It’s too boring to wait the computer finishing the work. Though, ideally that will be good time for drafting. But sometimes (or most of the time), you are in situation when you cannot write down any sentence, not even a single word. Just blank and don’t know what to do; and that was me, that evening.

It’s okay (sign of pain, see Wicked Game), I'll always swallow it, coz doing science (and trying to be a scientist) is (still) great and (damn) good. I like this (the sign that scientist is still human being)":

Scientists are people of very dissimilar temperaments doing different things in very different ways. Among scientists are collectors, classifiers and compulsive tidiers-up; many are detective by temperament and many are explorers; some are artists and others artisans. There are poet-scientists and philosopher-scientists and even few mystics (Peter B Medawar, The Art of the Soluble, 1967).

A cup of Javanese tea: a symbol of friendship

I like trilogy, so this is my third post about Yogyakarta (for this season). Hey, here’s a song titled ‘Yogyakarta’, but sang by street musicians in kroncong and been flavored with Javanese singing style such as tembang and siteran. The woman is singing in tembang style: a style of telling Javanese folklore in rhythms; and the old man plays the siter (as well as doing tembang or nembang).

Déjà vu

It’s an early morning now, just about two hours passed midnight, and I couldn’t yet fall asleep. Donno what’s wrong, but my eyes don’t wanna sleep, it keeps looking at my small screen, browsing (thought my head has been complaining since three hours ago). Well, it’s déjà vu, I feel nothing but empty. Sound stupid, but it’s not wrong to feel stupid, sometimes. We are merely a human being.

Prince of Red Chili

Hey, this is the comic hero I’ve talked about: Prince of Red Chili (Pangeran Lombok Abang). His clothes, robe and hat are red, and his weapon is a traditional Javanese dagger called Keris. In Javanese culture, Keris is magical and very powerful. Look at the Logo of Yogyakarta Sultanate in his chest and his hat, cool huh?

He speaks in Javanese: "for the sake of God, be careful with your words!!"

Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta: a happy end of the controversy

During lunch time, while we’re enjoying pho Vietnamese noodle soup at Baltimore Avenue, my friend asked me about Yogyakarta, my home town in Indonesia. My friend especially questioned the controversy of Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta (Yogyakarta Special Region). His question reminds me about my lovely hometown, and here it is.

The gate to the Sultan palace (Keraton)