Smarts always say: "People who stop learning after education are not educated after all". Well, that happens to me right now. I was planning to allocate 1-2 hours of my time to read and learn about subjects in my books. It turns out to be, I'm too tired after got home. Strangely, when studying in class that too tired reason never appeared. Friends and circumstances apparently could forced me to learn. But, I can not forced my self to study.
In this point, I want to learn languages. Dutch, Deutch and France. They sound great. And GMAT and GRE. And books. And documents at work. And novel. Gosh, I wish I like to read. Visualization help me much.
Monday, August 05, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
A Typer Wthout " " Letter
'm not tryng to make an art wrtng.
t's actually the real condton rght now.
'm mssng one of my letter n my typer.
The letter s
t feels werd. When t's mssng somethng just feel not complete.
And t's devastatng.
t's actually the real condton rght now.
'm mssng one of my letter n my typer.
The letter s
t feels werd. When t's mssng somethng just feel not complete.
And t's devastatng.
Four Years of Dark, For Years of Basement
I have a crush on Oleg. That boy who is the president of a class.
"That's maybe the only thing which made me hold on in that dungeon."
Four years, barely see the sunlight. Years of life which passed with sitting, get down and sitting again. Years of life without anything else besides eating, sitting, sleeping and hiding. Yes, hiding is the right word. Hiding from people who think that their race is better than anybody else.
Years of life the matter of life and death.
I was just a little girl, 12 years old. About to fall in love with that Dutch boy, who is appear to be so cute and attractive to me. The story was about writing a love letter, heart to heart conversations with best girlfriends, and simply about how I will be as a grown up woman.
Until that time. Father ask me to leave the house. It was midnight. Father was just telling me that we will visit one of his worker, Syada, who happens to be my feeder in that darkness four years. I could have died now if she's not helping me. I owe my life to her. The whole family owe life to her family.
Me, my sister and Father was traveling that night, 2 a.m. in the morning. We're not even using car. We were walking in foot. Father said, Mom is already in Syada's house. She prepared a wonderful cooks for us. Which happens to be a very big lie. Mom was never in Syada's house. Mom was leaving us, and so was Father.
I was live in that basement. For four years. The only way to stretch my flesh was by laying. I still don't know what really happens. I just there for years. Hiding. Oleg was the only strength I carry on. Or, the only fantasy I could imagine. I was too scared to think about anything else. That's the only precious thing that I had. My mind, my realm! So I chosen Oleg. It was dark four years.
Now I can taste the free air. Fifty years from that time. I just can say grace. That I am still alive. With my family. Live is an art. It has its own way to paint.
At the end, it is a wonderful painting.
"That's maybe the only thing which made me hold on in that dungeon."
Four years, barely see the sunlight. Years of life which passed with sitting, get down and sitting again. Years of life without anything else besides eating, sitting, sleeping and hiding. Yes, hiding is the right word. Hiding from people who think that their race is better than anybody else.
Years of life the matter of life and death.
I was just a little girl, 12 years old. About to fall in love with that Dutch boy, who is appear to be so cute and attractive to me. The story was about writing a love letter, heart to heart conversations with best girlfriends, and simply about how I will be as a grown up woman.
Until that time. Father ask me to leave the house. It was midnight. Father was just telling me that we will visit one of his worker, Syada, who happens to be my feeder in that darkness four years. I could have died now if she's not helping me. I owe my life to her. The whole family owe life to her family.
Me, my sister and Father was traveling that night, 2 a.m. in the morning. We're not even using car. We were walking in foot. Father said, Mom is already in Syada's house. She prepared a wonderful cooks for us. Which happens to be a very big lie. Mom was never in Syada's house. Mom was leaving us, and so was Father.
I was live in that basement. For four years. The only way to stretch my flesh was by laying. I still don't know what really happens. I just there for years. Hiding. Oleg was the only strength I carry on. Or, the only fantasy I could imagine. I was too scared to think about anything else. That's the only precious thing that I had. My mind, my realm! So I chosen Oleg. It was dark four years.
Now I can taste the free air. Fifty years from that time. I just can say grace. That I am still alive. With my family. Live is an art. It has its own way to paint.
At the end, it is a wonderful painting.
A Question of Love
What is Love?
Love is Love. No question about it.
Too abstract to be described, but the delicacy is more real than flesh.
What is Love?
Love is people around us.
Stand there beautifully to color our lives.
What is Love?
Love is life it self.
What is life without love.
What is Love?
Love is you.
Someone out there waiting for me to meet with.
What is Love?
Love is God.
For He is the Source of Love.
Love is Love. No question about it.
Too abstract to be described, but the delicacy is more real than flesh.
What is Love?
Love is people around us.
Stand there beautifully to color our lives.
What is Love?
Love is life it self.
What is life without love.
What is Love?
Love is you.
Someone out there waiting for me to meet with.
What is Love?
Love is God.
For He is the Source of Love.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Statement of Purpose - Statement of Your Life
Probably the most annoying thing to be prepared in quest of graduate study is the statement of purpose (SoP). It's a long writing about the objective continuing study to next level, and will be different to each University applied. In other words, each application should also contain a different SoP.
But guest what, the searching of high quality SoP bring me to realization that reading an SoP is actually reading someone's life. It's simply just a short biography of life, most likely a half of a chapter, which elaborate the purpose of our study and also every stories which connected to it.
Me, my self will see it as a statement of life. It's a story of where God had taken me, and His presence nowadays, and also the future in His hands. Quoting the great Steve Job: "It's about connecting the dots". Whatever happens in our life is actually given for preparing for greater good in the future.
I always get confused, there was a 3 years missing in my life. It is when I focused my self in Choral music. Enjoying myself in the ecstasy current of being a conductor of choirs. I then realized, I waste a lot of times to do something which not support my future goals,
The next thing happens is I'm studying business management. And it's all about management, it's about leadership. Voila! I met this word before. A company is no different than a choir. Every aspects describe essential leadership in each body. Then something comes up in my mind, probably God put me in a music choir to learn a perfect leadership. Conductor, however, is an example of perfect leadership.
Why don't I postulate theories which link leadership theory and music conducting theories.
Why don't I dig it deep the movement of music, as the movement in a company it's self.
Orchestrating, music, leadership, management, conducting, theories, I absolutely can link them.
But guest what, the searching of high quality SoP bring me to realization that reading an SoP is actually reading someone's life. It's simply just a short biography of life, most likely a half of a chapter, which elaborate the purpose of our study and also every stories which connected to it.
Me, my self will see it as a statement of life. It's a story of where God had taken me, and His presence nowadays, and also the future in His hands. Quoting the great Steve Job: "It's about connecting the dots". Whatever happens in our life is actually given for preparing for greater good in the future.
I always get confused, there was a 3 years missing in my life. It is when I focused my self in Choral music. Enjoying myself in the ecstasy current of being a conductor of choirs. I then realized, I waste a lot of times to do something which not support my future goals,
The next thing happens is I'm studying business management. And it's all about management, it's about leadership. Voila! I met this word before. A company is no different than a choir. Every aspects describe essential leadership in each body. Then something comes up in my mind, probably God put me in a music choir to learn a perfect leadership. Conductor, however, is an example of perfect leadership.
Why don't I postulate theories which link leadership theory and music conducting theories.
Why don't I dig it deep the movement of music, as the movement in a company it's self.
Orchestrating, music, leadership, management, conducting, theories, I absolutely can link them.
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