The World is rich.
It is rich of lands, waters, and people. It is rich of people from different races, different colors, speak different languages, and follow different beliefs. There are Americans, Asians, Mexicans, Blacks, Whites, Muslims, Christians, and many others. And as I say this, I don’t mean to make any difference between us. Because despite our differences, we are all the SAME. We are the same humans living on this Earth.
However, not all people realized, or want to realize, this. There are still many of them who are close-minded and being stereotypes. I mean, for example, if you think “Asian”, what pops up in your mind is Chinese, isn’t it? Well, I’m an Asian, and I’m an Indonesian, NOT a Chinese. Not that being a Chinese is a bad thing, but there are many countries in Asia besides China. There are Indonesia, Japan, Vietnam, Singapore, etc. You can’t judge a person Chinese just because he/she has an Asian face.
The same thing goes with Black people or Muslims. Some people still think that being a Black is “shame on you!” I can’t understand it; what’s so shame of being yourself? The people who TRY to be others are the ones who SHOULD be pitied. And why people still think that all Muslims are terrorists? We are NOT.
The point is, don’t judge a book by its cover. There are more things inside than it is on the outside. Don’t easily give labels. Let’s accept our differences as the chance to learn and understand life. You wouldn’t know, there might be a paradise behind a dense bush ;)
Why can’t we just love each other? :)
There are various ways of parents in teaching their children.
I read a story about a father who is about to give his large, multimillion-dollar business to his son. However, first the son needs to earn $10,000 to purchase a small portion of ownership in the company. After the son left his father, her mom gave him $10,000 and told him to give it to his dad.
The son gave it to his dad. However, the father, without even looking up, took the money from the son and tossed it in the fire. Then, the father told him to come back after he has earned the money.
His mother then gave another $10,000 but the same thing goes again. Finally, the son worked hard to earn the money. When he had earned the money, he came back to his dad. The father tossed it again in fire. As the money hit the flame, the son dove to the floor and risk his hands burned as he pulled out the $10,000 from the fire. His father then looked into his eyes and said, “Now you are ready to take over the company.”
How was it? What do you think? For me personally, I think the “challenge” is the father’s way to teach his son. This teaches the son that taking over a company is not easy. No matter how large and successful the company already is, if the son cannot run it properly, it will go down to flames, just like the $10,000 his mother gave him. He has to work hard and not depending on other person. This is just one way the father show the business world.
Because of that, why don’t we take another look of what our parents want us to do. Take a second to think before saying, “Why are you doing this to me???” You wouldn’t know, it might be your parents’ way to teach you something new ;)
Air is essential for our live, right? We can’t live without it. We can’t breathe without it. But what if we have to pay for the air we breathe? Would you pay for it? Or would you march a protest? You can do anything, but you can’t really put yourself outside problem, right? You NEED air.
The same thing goes for water. We need water, but we have to pay for it. In fact, if not every one of you realize, it is happening, right here, right now. We PAY for water. The water industries, remember? People who get money from selling bottled water.
Now, some college campuses in America are against bottled water. Their argument: we should be able to get water for free. Instead of buying bottled water, why don’t you just get tap water? It’s (relatively) clean, easy, and FREE. Bring your own tumblr and refill it with tap water.
For me, I can’t really decide which side to choose. I mean, their (the college students) argument is acceptable, but here, in Indonesia, you CAN’T drink tap water. It’s for washing dishes. Or for other things, except drink. So here, you don’t really have much choice. You either BUY bottled water or BUY gallons. Either way, you buy it.
But, I think those college students are right. Why should we buy for water? Do the people selling it make the water? NO! But, on the other hand, if there’s no one selling water, do we have the machine to filter the water? Or should we go to the mountains to get the water? Eerr… don’t think so.
I’m just gonna bring my own tumblr instead. That way, even if I need to get more water, I can get it from someone or somewhere with water gallon. It’s a bit deceitful, but that’s life, isn’t it? :P
Trauma. Definition: a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.
Have you ever been in a trauma? I have. An emotional trauma. You know, high school is our “rebelling period”, right? Well, I didn’t exactly “rebel”, but there was a time when I lie to my mom. Not that I had never lied to her, but, you know.
I had this friend (and we’re still best friends until now) whose house is so very very far away from my house. But I can’t meet her freely, and I missed her so much :( One day, her boyfriend planned to go to her house and invited me. I agreed immediately, although I doubted my mom would let me go, again, because it is so far away. So, I planned to go without telling my mom.
But well, like everyone says, no matter how good you hide something, somehow someday someone would smell it. Unfortunately, the one smelled it was my mom. A minute after I was home, she asked interrogated me about it. No matter how hard I lied, it didn’t affect her. She said it hurt her that I lied to her. And, she cried.
That was the time when I felt like I was the worst/horrible/awful daughter in the whole world.
But it was more than that. It broke my heart when I saw her cried. She is a tough woman, she is strong (not literally, emotionally strong). She rarely cried. Since then, I tried my very best to never lie to her again. I would do whatever she wanted me to do as long as she is happy.
I would never want to see her cry again.
Have you ever love someone?
Of course you have. How does it feel? What do you feel when that “someone” is around? Heart pounding, legs wobbling, eyes blurring, butterflies…? And all lovey-dovey♥ uulalaa~
However, what do you feel when he (or she) is not around? Longing? Do you also feel worried?
I have a boyfriend, and I miss him for every second we’re apart. I always thought, “What is he doing?” or “Is he alright?” or “Is he thinking about me?” and all those stuffs that left me anxious. The only thing that connects us is my mobil phone. Text and calls. SPAM :3
Okay, okay, it’s not like we’re on different countries or something. We’re on the same country, the same city, and the same school :P We meet almost everyday. But that doesn’t make what I feel less true.
…And that’s why I can’t imagine how I would feel if I’m in a long-distance-relationship.
I have a friend who’s in that kind of relationship (different countries continents!), and it’s a TOTAL EFFORT. Every time they’re in a fight, she was a wreck. Not to mention that they can’t meet each other when they want to. It’s like, double the longing, double the worries, and double the anxiety. Gosh. I don’t want to experience that.
I’m really, really grateful that my boyfriend is here :)
What’s an ogre? (No, we’re not talking about the green-ogre-Shrek. Shrek is nice and I love Shrek.) An ogre is a monster, right? Something fearful that makes us hide under our blanket every night. Something that you wish you will never see, let alone encounter. What we often not realize is, the biggest and the most fearful ogre lives inside us. It disturbs and weakens us from the inside. I have ogres, of course. Since I was a kid, my biggest problem is confidence. I have no confidence to talk in front of the class. I have no confidence to start a conversation. I have no confidence to directly say what I think. That’s why I have only few close friends in elementary school. I got better, though, and now I really enjoy having friends in high school. But still, that ogre hasn’t gone completely. My next problem is trust. I had lots of experiences with liars, and that makes me cannot trust someone that easily. I keep my poker face (not double-faced, remember) in front of most people. On the other hand, if someone can gain my trust, I will trust that someone badly. I will accept that person no matter what. Those ogres always leave me insecure. They make me afraid of what people will think about me. I just hope that one day I can overcome those ogres and… be me.
