The other day when I was so excited telling a goofy friend of mine about my current dreams and desires, out of the blue he said; “I know, you want to do it badly because you thought you will die by the time you get 42”
I was like, what ?
Then, also without thinking I replied “ No, because I want to live my life as today is my last day of living”
Is it?
There’s a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don’t have to be afraid
Of what you are
There’s an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you’ll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
It’s a long road
When you face your world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear
Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don’t let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You’ll find the way
This is one of my favorite songs by Mariah Carey; very inspirative. Don’t know why all of sudden I have this song in my heart right now
Despite the world stock market crashed and off course its huge effect with my so little stocks ( may God save them all, so that I don’t get so poor), I managed to enjoy myself learning to practice batik making in “Museum Nasional” on Sunday. A passionate woman called ibu Indra Tj organized this workshop for people who interested to see the process of “batik tulis”.
The workshop began with the presentation from Ibu Indra about batik in general; what kind of, how to make it and the philosophy behind it. After that we were divided into 7-8 group, each had 5-6 people sitting in circle with a kind of stove made from used big tin placed in the middle. The stove was to melt the so called “malam” ; it’s actually a mixing of bee wax and paraffin. So, “malam” is applied to the cloth before being dipped in dye by using “canting needle”.
It looked so easy cause you simply apply “malam” by following the pattern, however this was the most difficult part for me. It took my greatest patience to actually finish it, eventhough it then did not come up so great. I could see this from the face of the guy who taught us. He was like so amazed how my batik became. I knew that he felt sorry for how so untalented I was. Yet, I myself felt satisfied cause I was finally able to “mbatik” 
The workshop ended after they showed us the dyeing process, and since we could not really do the final part there, they would send it to us by posts after the dye it for us.
This was really a good get away to forget about the craziness out there.
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