Saturday, December 29, 2012

What we have become ?

A young rich looking executive man went inside a coffee shop. With all tables taken, he went to a table occupied by a luscious young woman.

"Do you mind ?"
"None at all" the hot tie replied.

Not long after, the man tried to open a conversation, "Say, will you sleep with me for USD 50,000 ?"
"Yes, I will for USD 50,000," the woman replied.
After a pause, "What about for USD 100?" the man asked.
The woman replied with a raised voice "What do you think of me, a slut ?"
... "Well, I think we have already defined what you are, I am just trying to bargain."





.....

Friday, December 14, 2012

Donkey

One day a donkey fell down into a large well. The owner, a farmer, heard the donkey's cry and found out the problem he had. The farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was too old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

The farmer invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to dump dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.

After some time, while the others kept dumping dirt into the well, the farmer looked down the well. He was astonished at what he observed. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey would shake it off and take a step up after some part of his legs burried.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Friday, November 30, 2012

To My Parents

Father

When I was small, you took me by the hand.
Father you should know I finally understand.

You taught me wrong from right, and how to live.
You gave the greatest gift that one could give.

You never let me down, you made me strong.
When I made mistakes, when I was wrong.

Some days we'd laugh, and some days we'd fight.
Somehow you knew one day, I'd say you were right.

You're with me in every word I say, in every hour of every single day.
In all I do, I'm just a part of you.

You lived your life for us, that was your plan.
Those hands that never take, they worked the land.
Hands that never take, can only give.
And because of you, I know how to live.

You're with me in every word I say, in every hour of every single day.
In all I do, I'm just a part of you.

Father just one thing.
You always knew.
Every word you said to me was true.



Manowar





Kasih Ibu

Kasih ibu,
Kepada beta,
Tak terhingga sepanjang masa.

Hanya memberi,
Tak harap kembali,
Bagai sang surya, menyinari dunia.





I would like to dedicate these beautiful song lyrics to my parents. If we believe in reincarnation then I am sure I have done a lot of good things in my previous lives.







Friday, October 12, 2012

Who Are You ?

A young man went to a hermit, requesting to be his disciple.

The hermit asked, “Who are you?”
The young man replied, “I am vinaya. I am 37 years old. I come from a far place. I search for enlightenment. I have been traveling looking for an enlightened spiritual teacher.”
The hermit said, “You have told me your name, your age, your birth place, what you do, and your purpose ..., ““Who are you?”

The young man went back home.








Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Fire Sage

A long time ago a sage visited a village. There the sage wisely asked several villagers to come with him. When they were already quite far from the village, he asked each follower to find rod-shaped pieces of wood. When all of them had each brought what was asked, he retrieved and placed the woods on the ground. Then, he started chanting some prayers.

Not long after he finished praying, the tip of all the rod-shaped pieces of wood were miraculously covered by fire. The sage enlightened them with the power of fire, handed each of the amazed followers the burning torches and left.

The followers went back to the village with torches in their hands. There they shared the power of fire to the still mesmerized villagers. Some time after, as they were no longer afraid of the dark, the followers went on separate ways to other villages to further share the power of fire.

As the days passed, the villagers discovered more of the power of fire that they built shrines for them.

The shrines are still around, but rarely do they remember the sage who created it.








Do you think so ?

Once, there was a old wise Chinese man who had one of the most valueable stallion known in the near and far area.

One day.his prized stallion escaped and ran away. Many neighbors came, after hearing the news.  “What a misfortune, what a great loss,” the neighbors said. “Do you think so ?” the wise man replied.

After several days, the stallion returned, accompanied by several wild horses. As horse was highly valued back then, the neighbors said, “What a luck, ...what a blessing,”. “Do you think so ?” replied the wise man.

The next morning, the wise man's only son tried to tame the wild horses. He was skillful but unfortunatelly he got thrown off when he tried to tame the last wild horse..He broke his legs and would not be able to use it for quite some time. The neighbors came to express their sympathy to which the wise man said “Do you think so ?”

Few days after, a huge rebelious group started riots in several areas. A strict law was passed nation wide, requiring young men to serve the army. Not long after, officials arrived at that village to bring the young men from that village away. The officials neglected the wise man's only son as they saw that he was crippled.

The neighbors stated how well things had turned out for the wise man .The wise man said “Do you think so ?”






Monday, October 1, 2012

Explanations

Explanation matters to those who seek answers. For others, it is merely a fuel for arguments.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves

In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I rebel.

Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother, for it is given to me to be this madman's joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts. It is I that would rebel against my weary existence.

Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires? It is I the love-sick self who would rebel against this madman.

Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught was given me but odious hatred and destructive loathing. It is I, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of Hell, who would protest against serving this madman.

Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the fanciful self, the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is I, not you, who would rebel.

Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who, with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images and give the formless elements new and eternal forms-it is I, the solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.

Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this man, because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil. Ah! could I but be like one of you, a self with a determined lot! But I have none, I am the do-nothing self, the one who sits in the dumb, empty nowhere and nowhen, while you are busy re-creating life. Is it you or I, neighbours, who should rebel?

When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper one after the other went to sleep enfolded with a new and happy submission.

But the seventh self remained watching and gazing at nothingness, which is behind all things.




Khalil Gibran sometimes spelled Khalil Gibran. January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931), was a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer. In the Arab world, Gibran is regarded as a literary and political rebel. In Lebanon, he is still celebrated as a literary hero. Gibran is the third best-selling poet of all time.














Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Little Fighter

Are you cryin' tonight ?
Are you feelin' alright ?

I'll tell the world that you were down on your luck.
You were one of the kind, one who would never give in.
Even when they put a price on your head.

Has anyone heard the tales you tell ?
Or seen the scars you wear ?
Did anyone speak up when you fell ?
Does anybody care ?

Rise again little fighter !
And let the world know the reason why !
Shine again little fighter !
And don't let them end the things you do !

And you were one with a cause and a reason to be.
You were a fighter for peace on this earth.
And you were never afraid, you put your life on the line
And you were always alone out on the sea.

Without a weapon in your hand you came to fight a war.
They took your life, but didn't know that you would never die.

Rise again little fighter !
And let the world know the reason why !
Shine again little fighter !
And don't let them end the things you do !

Are you feelin' alright ?
Cause I care, care.

Run along little fighter !
Oh cause I was there beside you, never stop believing.
So rise ! Rise ! RISE !

Rise again little fighter !
And let the world know the reason why !
Shine again little fighter !
And don't let them end the things you do !

Rise again little fighter (Don't stop believing)
And let the world know the reason why
Shine again little fighter (And keep on moving)
And don't 'em end things you do

Yeah, don't let 'em ever end the things you do



White Lion







Ketika Tangan Dan Kaki Berkata

Akan datang hari,
Mulut dikunci,
Kata tak ada lagi.

Akan tiba masa,
Tak ada suara,
Dari mulut kita.

Berkata tangan kita,
Tentang apa yang dilakukannya,
Berkata kaki kita,
Kemana saja dia melangkahnya.

Tidak tahu kita,
Bila harinya,
Tanggung jawab tiba.

Rabbana,
Tangan kami,
Kaki kami,
Mulut kami,
Mata hati kami,
Luruskanlah,
Kukuhkanlah,
Di jalan cahaya sempurna.

Mohon karunia,
Kepada kami,
HambaMu,
Yang hina.



Lyric by: Taufiq Ismail (Datuk Panji Alam Khalifatullah), is an Indonesian poet and litterateur. He received Cultural Visit Award Pemerintah Australia in 1977, South East Asia Write Award from the Kingdom of Thailand in 1994.

Recorded by: Chrismansyah Rahadi (Chrisye) (16 September 1949 – 30 March 2007), was an Indonesian progressive-pop singer and songwriter. In his 40-year career he won many awards and accolades; in 2011 Rolling Stone Indonesia declared him the third-greatest Indonesian musician of all time







Saturday, September 22, 2012

Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.







Kahlil Gibran




Monday, September 17, 2012

Let Go !

Buddha was meditating on a big rock beside a lake when a disciple arrived and kneeled in front of him. On his right hand was a beautiful lotus and on his left hand he held an even more beautiful lotus as a mean of offering.

And Buddha said, “Let go!”, that made the puzzled disciple threw the lotus on his right hand back to the lake.

And Buddha, said, again, “Let go!”, that made the puzzled disciple threw the lotus on his left hand back to the lake.

And Buddha, said, “Let go of yourself !”

Five Precepts Of Reiki

Firstly: Don't get angry today,
Secondly: Don't worry today,
Thirdly: Be grateful today,
Fourthly: Work diligently today,
Fifthly: Be kind to others today.

These are truly great teachings for cultivation
and discipline in keeping with those great teachings
of the ancient sages and the wise men.






Star

What cha want to be when you grow up ?
What cha gonna do when your time is up ?
What cha gonna say when things go wrong ?
What cha want to do when you're on your own ?

There's a road long and winding, the lights are blindin' but it gets there.
Don't give up don't look back, there's a silver linin' it's out there somewhere.

Everybody wants an answer, everybody needs a friend, we all need a shinin' star on which we can depend.
N' so tonight we're gonna wish upon a star we never wished upon before (to find what you're looking for).

There'll be times in your life when you' be dancin' n' shit but you ain't gettin it.
But don't get disillusioned, no, don't expect too much.
'cause if what you have is all you can get just keep on tryin'.
It just ain't happened yet.

Everybody wants ta be winner, everybody has a dream, we all need a shinin' star when things ain't what they seem.
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star we never wished upon before (gotta get where you're headed for).

Everybody wants some kindness, everybody needs a break, we all need a shinin' star when things get hard to take.
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star we never wished upon before.




Bryan Adams





Friday, September 14, 2012

Oneself

During the Great War between the Kurus' (sons of Dhrtarastra) side against the Pandava's (or Pandawa, sons of Pandhu, brother of Dhrtarastra) side, as was told in the epic Mahabharata Story, Arjuna (the third oldest of the Pandava), who saw all his friends and relatives standing with or against him (for it was a "civil" war) on the battlefield, told Krishna (or Krsna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead) he no longer wished to fight in the battle for his compassion.

Arjuna reasoned out that he did not desire victory nor royal happiness, he would rather live as a beggar than as a royal if being a royal meant having to slay his kinsmen. He added that they who had spiritual understanding would not kill.

Krishna explained Arjuna that those who are wise would not grieve. For each one is body and soul. While the body is an object of time, the soul is not. The soul (Jiva) is eternal. The ignorant grieve because they do not even know about the existence of the soul. They consider the bodies to be their mother, father, brother, or relative. And when the soul leaves the body, they consider their mother, father, brother or relative to be dead. One that had been enlightened understands that none would be killed and none would kill, since the soul is immortal.

Further Krishna explained that senses were related to the bodily perceptions that causes misery. When one had learned to tolerate he would be closer to attain Enlightenment. And as Aruba had been conscious of the Truth, he should embrace the nature of the self.

Your duty as a ksatriya (or satria) and there would be no better thing than accomplishing your responsibilities.



Adaptation from "Bhagavad Gita"








"What's so civil about war anyway?" - Guns 'N Roses.



We Will Not Go Down

A blinding flash of white light, lit up the sky over Gaza tonight. People running for cover, not knowing whether they're dead or alive. They came with their tanks and their planes, with ravaging fiery flames. And nothing remains, just a voice rising up in the smoky haze;

We will not go down in the night, without a fight !
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools but our spirit will never die !
We will not go down in Gaza tonight !

Women and children alike murdered and massacred night after night, while the so-called leaders of countries afar debated on who's wrong or right. But their powerless words were in vain and the bombs fell down like acid rain, but through the tears and the blood and the pain you can still hear that voice through the smoky haze;

We will not go down in the night, without a fight !
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools but our spirit will never die !
We will not go down in Gaza tonight !



Michael Heart










Lilin-lilin Kecil

oh...Manakala mentari tua lelah berpijar.
oh...Manakala bulan nan genit enggan tersenyum, berkerut-kerut tiada terbeseri, tersendat-sendat merayap dalam kegelapan
Hitam kini hitam nanti, gelap kini akankah berganti

Dan kau lilin-lilin kecil,
Sanggupkah kau mengganti,
Sanggupkah kau memberi,
Seberkas cahaya ?

Dan kau lilin-lilin kecil,
Sanggupkah kau berpijar,
Sanggupkah kau menyengat,
Seisi dunia ?



Chrisye
Chrismansyah Rahadi (16 September 1949 – 30 March 2007), was an Indonesian progressive-pop singer and songwriter. In his 40-year career he won many awards and accolades; in 2011 Rolling Stone Indonesia declared him the third-greatest Indonesian musician of all time







Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Man And The Snake

In the middle of a winter, a man found a snake laying stiff and frozen by the cold breeze on a trail when he was walking back to his hut.

Compassion entered the man’s heart, he took the poor snake, placing it in his bosom, and he went back to where he was heading.

The warmth from the man’s body slowly revived the snake. Having regained its natural instinct the snake bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal would.



Re-told from Aesop’s

... and most of the times, the greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.






Saturday, September 8, 2012

The Story Of The Clay Pot With A Crack

An elderly Chinese woman has two large clay pots. These clay pots are Every and Day.

Every morning she would make Every and Day cling to each end of a bamboo stick. Then she would carry the bamboo stick, along with Every and Day, across her shoulders, and walks to a spring about an hour away to fetch some water.

Day, one of the pots, has a crack that at the end of each journey only half of the water it holds initially is left. This makes Every proud for its ability to constantly deliver much more than Day. While Day goes shy and more shy as time passes.

After some time, Day asks the old woman to retire it basing on its performance. Upon hearing the request, the old woman smiled and says, “Do you notice the flowers on our trail?”
“When I realized about you, I planted flower seeds along our trail, and every time while we are going back home from the spring, you water them.”






Friday, September 7, 2012

Do You Know Where You're Going To

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?

Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew i loved you, but my spirit was free
Laughing at the question that you once ask me

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?

Now, looking back in all we pass
We've let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to those questions can be?

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for? do you know?




Theme from Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To) was written by : Michael Masser and Gerry Goffin, recorded by American singer Diana Ross as the theme to the 1975 Motown/Paramount film Mahogany.



















Tuesday, September 4, 2012

An Elephant On Perspectives

It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.

The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
"God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!"

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, "Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me 'tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!"

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
Is very like a snake!"

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
"What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain," quoth he;
"Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!"

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said:"E'en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!"

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
Is very like a rope!"

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

Monday, September 3, 2012

Puppies For Sale

A boy stood beside a big box labelled with "Puppies for SALE" at a street corner. He was trying to sell 5 little puppies. Once in a while he announced "puppies ...," "cute puppies make great pets... ," and once in a while he was busy tending passersby interested in the puppies.

"Why are you selling the puppies ?" some asked, which he replied "I was not allowed to keep any of them."
"How much for that puppy ?," "How much for the slightly bigger puppy ?," "How much for the one playing with the black ball ?," some asked, which he replied "10 each."
"What is wrong with that one ?," "Why is that puppy keep one of his feet up ?," "Why does it walk funny ?," some asked, which he replied "He is crippled from birth."

It was not long until the puppies are all sold except the cripple one.

The boy then drew an "X" on the label over the word "SALE" and started to write "ADOPT."
Once in a while he announced "puppy ...," "cute puppy make great pets... ," and once in a while he was busy tending passersby. But, despite his effort, none seemed to be interested in the cripple puppy.

Joyfully, the boy packed up his belongings. Put on a leash on the cripple puppy. Then they both walked home in a funny way.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Puing

Perang, perang lagi, semakin menjadi,
Berita ini hari berita jerit pengungsi.

Lidah anjing kerempeng berdecak keras beringas,
Melihat tulang belulang serdadu boneka yang malang.

Tuan, tolonglah tuan, perang dihentikan
Lihatlah ditanah yang basah, air mata bercampur darah

Bosankah telinga tuan mendengar teriak dendam ?
Jemukah hidung tuan mencium amis jantung korban?

Jejak kaki para pengungsi bercengkrama dengan derita,
Jejak kaki para pengungsi bercerita pada penguasa:
Tentang ternaknya yang mati,
Tentang temannya yang mati,
Tentang adiknya yang mati,
Tentang abangnya yang mati,
Tentang ayahnya yang mati,
Tentang anaknya yang mati,
Tentang neneknya yang mati,
Tentang pacarnya yang mati,
Tentang ibunya yang mati,
Tentang istrinya yang mati,
Tentang harapannya yang mati.

Perang, perang lagi
Mungkinkah berhenti bila setiap negara, berlomba dekap senjata ?
Dengan nafsu yang makin menggila, nuklir bagai dewa.
Tampaknya sang jenderal bangga.
Dimimbar dia berkata :
Untuk perdamaian,
Demi perdamaian,
Guna perdamaian,
Dalih perdamaian.

Mana mungkin semua bisa terwujudkan ?
Semua hanya alasan, Semua hanya bohong besar.




Iwan Fals

Iwan Fals (born Virgiawan Listanto; September 3, 1961 in Jakarta) is an Indonesian singer–songwriter. In 2002, Time magazine named him as a Great Asian Hero.



Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Bongkar

Kalau cinta sudah di buang
Jangan harap keadilan akan datang
Kesedihan hanya tontonan
Bagi mereka yang diperkuda jabatan

Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar

Sabar sabar sabar dan tunggu
Itu jawaban yang kami terima
Ternyata kita harus ke jalan
Robohkan setan yang berdiri mengangkang

Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar

Penindasan serta kesewenang wenangan
Banyak lagi teramat banyak untuk disebutkan
Hoi hentikan hentikan jangan diteruskan
Kami muak dengan ketidakpastian dan keserakahan

Dijalanan kami sandarkan cita cita
Sebab dirumah tak ada lagi yang bisa dipercaya
Orang tua pandanglah kami sebagai manusia
Kami bertanya tolong kau jawab dengan cinta

Oh oh

Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar
Oh oh ya oh ya oh ya bongkar

Kok bisa?
Bisa kok!




Iwan Fals




Iwan Fals (born Virgiawan Listanto; September 3, 1961 in Jakarta) is an Indonesian singer–songwriter. In 2002, Time magazine named him as a Great Asian Hero.



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Jangan Menyerah

Tak ada manusia
Yang terlahir sempurna
Jangan kau sesali
Segala yang telah terjadi

Kita pasti pernah
Dapatkan cobaan yang berat
Seakan hidup ini
Tak ada artinya lagi

Reff 1:
Syukuri apa yang ada
Hidup adalah anugerah
Tetap jalani hidup ini
Melakukan yang terbaik

Tak ada manusia
Yang terlahir sempurna
Jangan kau sesali
Segala yang telah terjadi

Reff 1

Reff 2:
Tuhan pasti kan menunjukkan
Kebesaran dan kuasanya
Bagi hambanya yang sabar
Dan tak kenal putus asa



D'Masiv


Kupu-Kupu Malam

Ada yang butuh dirinya
Ada yang berlutut mencintanya
Ada pula yang kejam menyiksa dirinya

Ini hidup wanita si kupu-kupu malam
Bekerja bertaruh seluruh jiwa raga
Bibir senyum kata halus merayu memanja
Kepada setiap mereka yang datang

Dosakah yang dia kerjakan
Sucikah mereka yang datang
Kadang dia tersenyum dalam tangis
Kadang dia menangis di dalam senyuman

Oh apa yang terjadi, terjadilah
Yang dia tahu Tuhan penyayang umatnya
Oh apa yang terjadi, terjadilah
Yang dia tahu hanyalah menyambung nyawa

Oh apa yang terjadi, terjadilah
Yang dia tahu Tuhan penyayang umatnya
Oh apa yang terjadi, terjadilah
Yang dia tahu hanyalah menyambung nyawa