Gee, my last blog post was posted a year ago. Is it really that long time ago?
Imagine that one day you were just watching television and suddenly heard news about a missing plane. And you were oblivious to the fact that someone in that plane was your loved one. Minutes later, you saw a familiar name in the list of passengers. Suddenly it felt like someone had knocked all the air out of you. You went numb. Your heart sank. And your blood ran cold. All at the same time. Those cliche phrases that you thought only exist in a fiction suddenly turned real. Worse, in your next minutes, hours, and days, that very same television screen would replay the tragedy over and over again, scene by scene, bits by bits, like a never ending nightmare. Continue reading
“… In grappling with multiple identities and multiple realities, the reality of everyday life is experienced as reality par excellence. Micro narratives that are closer to the everyday life experience are embraced more openly, resulting in the plurality of voices, allowing for differences, nuances, and even counter-hegemonic voices. The closer to home the issue resonates, the more conversations take place. Life is local, even in the global blogosphere.” Continue reading
The blog hasn’t been updated for sometime… as its blogger has been ‘on leave’ (from typing;p). But this is the first day of 2012, so she comes back temporarily. Here is one blog post for the readers….
May you find the food yummier, the air cleaner, the environment less abused, the cost much cheaper, the neighborhood safer, the bed cozier, and your home homier than ever. Continue reading
It is amazing how words can be very powerful. Words don’t help people. People help people. Words don’t kill people, people kill people. But history shows how words incite actions. Words can comfort. Words can inspire. Words can hurt. Words are more active than people think they are. Continue reading
….especially written for my friends for life, PSM-ITB friends
There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments, of lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living, in my life I love them all
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warning: this is my rambling, written in rambling mode by a rambling mind. so it should be read as the rambling ;p
This is the end of semester. Meaning it’s a typically busiest time of the semester. Tons of files wait for your fingers to touch and caress. Heaps of papers need grading. And some unnecessary piles to be confiscated! I enjoy everything about it, except one thing: meeting! More meetings being held these days. I sometime wonder why people have to have meetings. I think meetings are the most dull highly self-indulgent activity that corporations and institutions like to be engaged as they mostly have very little imagination on how to spend their employers’ time. Oh yes, you can quote my definition and bring it to your boss if you think you waste too much time on meetings.
What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget (Irish Funeral Prayer).
“Modern science and knowledge is too much about disciplinary and specification.”
“I agree. While specification has its value, many tend to confine themselves in in-depth knowledge of a thing and has no clue how it relates to bigger world.”
“So true. And now we devote so much energy and thoughts to go beyond disciplinary: interdisciplinary, multidisciplinary, transdisciplinary, you name it.”
“Haha… and we thought it is new.”
“Right, as if it were new! In the very past to be an architect you also had to be a philosopher, an engineer, a painter, and a poet, right? Why can’t we be like enlightenment [wo]man? I actually still believe in human ability to master various skills. After all, intelligent is fungidal.”
“Cannot agree more. But, that’s only because we both are generalist,” he smiled and winked to me. Continue reading