Responsibility

It's really hard to talk to someone about their responsibility, what they responsible for. But I still have to, we still have to, because it's our responsibility to remind them.

Sometimes, I'll think about run away from this freak thing called responsibility.  But trust me, it's never works. I'm not sure if running away ever work on you, in my case, it's never. Never so far. Until one day, I heard a little boy asking his father about greatness?

"The price of greatness is responsibility"

Is it??? Is responsibility means so much? Yes, it is. It took me few days to find how big responsibility is to someone's life. And guess what I found, big enough, bigger than the Earth itself. 

He then continuing the conversation;

"Be responsible in each and everything you done in this world, then you'll find greatness. Son, man has responsibility, not power."

"So, how is it be so important to us?"

"Look at yourself, you're just a little boy in this world. Do you think you can live in this world without someone to look after you? That's responsibility. My responsibility, taking care of my child, my family, take care of your mom"

I know I heard so much, but that man, woke me up. Living in this world, we need to be responsible. To be a son, I'm responsible to listen to my parents. To be a husband, my wife is my responsibility. To have a family, my load become heavier. As a student, learning is my things-to-do. As a worker, I should be more efficient and productive. It's all about responsibility. And every action taken, responsibility should come along.

“We must exchange the philosophy of excuse - what I am is beyond my control - for the philosophy of responsibility.”

I'll responsible for what I was, and what I am, and what I'm going to be. 

God willing.

Be true, be you.

"Honesty is the best policy."

I keep my words for thou.

I don't deserve to talk about this, because I'm the biggest liar on my life. I lied too much, and I'm going to lie again. As the consequence, I don't have a real life. No life. Lifeless. Lot of people might think that they know me well, but they're obviously know only my fake one.

Thus, don't be like me. Just be true, just be you. PEACE OUT ..\/,

Humility

means;

1. The quality or condition of being humble.
2. The state or quality of being humble.
3. A disposition to be humble; a lack of false pride.
4. A humble feeling.
5. Lack of pride.
6. Modesty; humbleness.

I was so awkward writing about Humility. Humility, it's totally an opposite to my life (where my pride is my priority). So, why still I continue with this? Yes, I've start working since last Wednesday, means that I've make some new friends, my colleagues. Lets talk about my manager, despite his powerful position in the house, he was still a man of great humility :) Well, he's the one who'd inspired me, and change me perhaps.

Then, I decided to google something about humility. Hey, I was actually looking for something like, whats make these people so humble, or how to be like them. But I found something else, this one;

“Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess:

Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity.

Release me from the idea that I must straighten out other peoples' affairs. With my immense treasure of experience and wisdom, it seems a pity not to let everybody partake of it. But thou knowest, Lord, that in the end I will need a few friends.

Keep me from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains -- they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing.

I will not ask thee for improved memory, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn't agree with that of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint -- it is so hard to live with some of them -- but a harsh old person is one of the devil's masterpieces.

Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so.

Amen”

Amiinn

"For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted"

Bible: St. Luke

Ass Back Home

Here I am, Kuala Lumpur. The capital city of Malaysia. 

Writing this entry while having a cup of warmed sweet green tea. 

Nyaman :)

I'm such a loner, just like KL Tower, located in the middle of the capital, but surrounded by woods

A year living in the middle of Malaysia's heart, Kuala Lumpur, grew me up much, more than I expected. Personally, I was thinking of living in the city is totally horrible at first. But it's not as bad as that what I thought. 

Yes, I were not doing it well. Did lot and lot of mistakes, but I learned. I grew up. Being mature. Then, it's me as a result. The now me.

2011, I left Kuala Lumpur, the first Federal Territory of Malaysia. Where am I going? No where but still in the Federal Territory, called Labuan. Continuing my study on Malaysia Matriculation Program, it took a year without going back to Kuala Lumpur. The whole year doesn't makes any different on me. I studied hard, and played hard at the same time. I tried to give my full attention to the college, subject. But I guess I'm not.

Arghhh!!! I miss peninsular!!! I miss Kuala Lumpur. I miss my friend, my school!! Everything. Tbh, I can't concentrate 100% on my studies. 

Time flies, here I am, again. In the middle of the city. Myself home. Everything changed. The school, the city. Every single thing I've knew before, changed. To be better or to be worse, idk. Once I know, whatever is it, and how it's going to be, I should be as good as I can. And hoping to be better. Why? Because here I am, my ass back home.

I lied to myself, I'd talked rubbish.

*tick tock tick tock*

my body, seriously, need some rest. i watched the euro final game, then i went to 5 different shopping mall at the next morning, then i came back home at 12.a.m. now, it's 1.30 morning here, then i have a course interview tomorrow morning. i'm not supposed to be here, i need to sleep (x_x)

I was walking alone in the mall, looking for a peace, that I still didn't found here. From one shop to another, I just enter the shops, without any purpose. The story started when I entered a book store, I found something, a book, that I'd read before, Around the World in Eighty Days.  This book is really interesting. If I'm not mistaken, it have been translated into more than 50 languages worldwide. Since I read it when I was still in my middle school, to be honest, I read the Indonesian version.

Well, I'm not supposed to talk about the book. You can find it everywhere. It's popular although it's not relevant nowadays. What I want to share with you is about the time, and how it works. When I was 9, I'm no one but kid from a small town on Borneo Island. I don't even know there's people sleeping on the other side of the earth while I'm having my lunch at local time. So, it's hard for my brain to translate the book I was reading. I still remember the part where the writer arrived at Bombay, and the day seems dark, but his watch shows different time. And someone told him, he need to standardize his watch to local time, because different places show different time at once.Then, just after reading the novel, I know how's time works. 

I love how's time work. When it's 1.40 midnight here, the time where I supposed to be on my bed or somewhere on the dreamland, there are people who just woke up at the other side of the earth, there are people playing football on the field at the other different side. When I sleep, the world never sleep. And it's just amazing! Btw, good night, lovers :) or should I say, good morning, or noon??? :P

I miss my old friend, Noah.

He is from Georgia, 

which is exactly 12 hours late from Malaysia.

"Nothing"

"Nothing is no thing, denoting the absence of something. Nothing is a pronoun associated with nothingness, which is also anadjective, and an object as a concept in the Frege-Church ontology.

In nontechnical uses, nothing denotes things lacking importance, interest, value, relevance, or significance. Nothingness is the state of being nothing, the state of nonexistence of anything, or the property of having nothing."~wiki

Guess what, I have nothing to say. Well, I'm not that boring for sure. Talk about nothing, makes me remember the moment someone ask me if I have any problem, I'll keep saying "nothing, I'm okay" while literally I'm not.

In my life, my self-dictionary says 'nothing' means 'something'. Yes, there's something, it just I can't say it, you can't say it. Yes, there's something, it just you can't tell anybody. And there's always something, which just that no one deserve to know.

Okay, I'm not trying to confuse those middle school students, of course, nothing's still nothing. Please reread what's Wiki says above. But, in some condition, it can be just like mine.

-the 'nothing' speaks nothing-