Lama banget gue gak update blog ini, kalau ada itu pun maksain banget. Padahal selama tahun ini banyak banget kejadian dan pengalaman gue yang bisa dijadikan inspirasi. Tapi apa mau dikata rasa malas gue lebih dominan dibanding dengan keinginan gue untuk menulis. Hmm atau mungkin juga karena ada FB yang lumayan sering gw update, alhasil gw gak punya keinginan lagi untuk nulis di blg tercinta ini (blame it on FB!)
A person came up to me and told me to take a human resources course so that I could handle people in more humane way. This person claimed that as a human being she was not treated right (off course with her own very term) for her grief.
Well folks, I’ll be very shocked and hurt if this comment came from somebody else. Hmm, I’m not mother Theresa nor Idi Amin, however from my deep consciousness I am profoundly aware that I am just a normal human being who like to be treated like one and will treat other like one if they do so to me. In other word, I’m very realistic; I will not give my other cheek.
At the end of the day, I actually feel sorry for her demeanors; she always thinks that she is right and everybody should not get upset with her sarcasm, cynical and furthermore not to mention underestimating people. I feel sorry that in that age she could get some kind of enlightenment. Well lady wake up and start the journey! Don’t you know that what goes around comes around? Pull yourself together and act right: I hope one you find your light J peace out.
Hari minggu kemarin saya mendapat hadiah 3 CD kompilasi lagu-lagu Claro dari kakak sahabat saya. Wow, isinya benar-benar lagu langka yang kayaknya juga sudah susah dicari. Salah satu lagu favorit saya adalah Getting Old by James Gang, well sebenarnya memalng lagu ini yang saya request dari si kakak yang baik hati itu tapi sebagai bonus dia juga merekan lagu-lagu langka lainnya. Lirik lagu ini somehow got me, I salut James Gang, however, unlike 20 years ago this song is more appropriate to contemplate that it was back then J
Getting Old
by James Gang
Thinking about the times that’s passed in my life
Wondering where did it all go
Thinking about the memories that I’ve left behind
Wondering if there be much more
Walking of the school too many days
Running fast to get back home
Wish I’d seen me through my mother’s eyes
How she cried, now I stand alone
A-sitting here getting old
Watching my life unfold
Used to be that time that passed too slow
Now it seems to be so fast
In a rush to beat me to the end
Will I finish first of all
Who can know which roads will lead you to
Hard to choose which way to go
No one finds the answer till the end
Even then, do we really know
If we find the right way to go?
I’m sitting here getting old
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