Crashed plane

Here's another horror story of my nightmare. This time again about airplane crash. It's getting much, getting more frequent. This was really a nightmare about airplane crash, as the previous one that I wrote before in this blog, it's just that that one occurred because of Sukhoi crash (too overwhelmed with the incident's news), while this one was a mix of: 1) too many flight searching during the day time (saw too many airlines' name)
2) watching Sriwijaya Air plane stranded in an alien airport because of poor navigation system (?).  
3) hearing too many jet fighters flew upon the sky in this area.

As a result, I dreamt of me and some friends standing in a place looked like an airport runway, watching for many different planes to land on it. They looked awesome, I could not recall other airlines, only Garuda's blue mascot that I could recall. They landed smoothly. Until one Batavia Air plane came to touch down. But it looked strange. It was just too big, and too fast. And the sound was just too thunder-like. I looked at it with horror. I said to a friend 'No, it would not crash, would it? It's just too fast isn't it?' My friends have not replied yet when we heard that thunder sound, and smokes from where the airplane touched the runway. We said each other, 'It's really a crash!' With pale horrific faces, we ran into near the Batavia Air plane. Grey smokes all around, and we heard sound of siren here and there. People were screaming. I was frozen. 'This is nightmare', I told myself, 'This can't be true'.

And I woke up, perspired. My back was wet wit sweats. Thanks God, it was just a dream. A nightmare.   

I want to know what makes you happy

It's been quite sometimes since I wrote something here. I wrote many other pieces of writing: reports, emails, minutes of meetings, diagrams, charts, structures, blah blah blah, here and there at work. I've almost suffocated I feel like I almost lose my clarity on the most important topic: life itself. 

This morning, a friend posted a question on her Facebook status: "I want to know what makes you happy".   An intriguing question indeed. Some of her friends have put many different interesting ideas like 'to be loved by someone', 'to have everything', 'still breathing', etc.  

I popped in and answered: 'the fact that I'm alive now, and knowing where I'll be heading off afterlife'. Oh well, I know this is not an interesting sentence at all to some people. Too serious I know. But no, I was not joking around. I'm trying to tell the truth. I love to tell the truths because it's true. Call me not creative, but that's exactly the answer I've been thinking about. I cannot think of something else that "I am happy now, while I'm alive, and happy knowing where I'll be heading off afterlife...." 

The seeming unfairness of life

The seeming unfairness of life demands that we keep our eyes on Him and His Word—not on others.

Lord, I admit that my focus at times gets drawn
to others and what they have. Forgive me and
help me to stop grumbling. You are good to me
and provide what I need. Thank You. Amen.

All you need to know to be content is this: God is good.

Our Daily Bread, 18 October 2012

Let this remains a reminder for me, today, that I should not envy what others have. God has HIS own way to show HIS grace and justice.

When I finally encountered Aida

I watched Aida, the popular opera show in Melbourne, back in 2010 or 2009 in the Arts Centre. It's beautiful, though I sometimes missed the points, as it was played in Italian, not English (was there subtexting? I can't recall).

Why in the world a person from Kupang, West Timor, Indonesia, -not so artistic one, would eager to watch Aida in her lifetime? I mean, spending dozens of dollar to purchase the ticket was something considered a waste for a poor student like me at that time. But, why I was so keen to do so, spending some of the money I collected with sweat (well, working as a cleaning service could cause someone to perspire), to watch an opera that I bet, not so many people would have the interest to watch? 

Easy, I tell you why. I used to fill too many crosswords in Kompas Sundays long long time ago back home. Many times I found (by learning week by week), that "the name of the opera written by Verdi", is AIDA. Who's Verdi? Who's Aida? What is opera? I totally had no idea back then. I was just happy that finally I would not have to leave the space for the four letter boxes empty anymore. I knew the word: AIDA.  

I wasn't that obsessed with Aida, but indeed I was very hungry about any kind of information: I didn't have many books, I read my father's books; I read newspapers; I read magazines, anything I could get in my sight. So when the internet era came, I was soooo.... relieved, imagine, the world of information, all unfolded in front of me, on the screen of a computer! That's where I started to learn about Aida further. That it's about the story of people in Egypt. Below is the short synopsis from Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aida):

"Overview: Aida, an Ethiopian princess, is captured and brought into slavery in Egypt. A military commander, Radamès, struggles to choose between his love for her and his loyalty to the Pharaoh. To complicate the story further, Radamès is loved by the Pharaoh's daughter Amneris, although he does not return her feelings".

Well, to short the story, I watched Aida that cold winter night in Melbourne Arts Centre. I loved it. It's like, one of my childhood dreams came true. The dream was revealed to me that cold winter night.

The first and second sins on Earth and why they're still relevant to our modern day world

From the Bible, clearly that human being committed sin for the first time because of:

Eve and Adam:
-wanted to live forever like God

Cain:
-envy

Let's look at the advertisement of these modern day world:
-anti aging products
-supplement food this and that [for a longer life]
-the beautiful faces, hair, skin, eyes, limbs, etc, of the advertising models that are put on the magazines, newspapers, banner on the streets, our TV screens, etc. these are faces that make us feel bad, ugly and need more of the products that are sold to improve our self-image and self-esteem.

These are exactly what the industries out there tell us to do: you can increase your age and look young every time; or; something wrong is going on with you, it's curable, -through consuming and applying our products!

Is this mean....the industrialists are selling sins and capitalizing on the desires of a human being?

Am I right? Or am I exaggerating things here?

The best dreams happen when you're awake

Many days I did stupid things. But not so may days I laughed at myself, in a satirical way. You know, when you feel so low you feel anything you do or your existence, does not matter at all to the Earth that spins normally as it always had been, with or without you or your life stories (no matter it's so bad it equals to Greek tragedy). No matter how tragic it is/was,/has been, no matter how much attention and you deserve for all the pains you bear alone. For the wounds you carry that no one really knows how bad it is.  

There is a point in life you just imagining things, have daydreams, just to realize that when you wake up, you find yourself make fun of yourself of having such stupid imagination, that you can't even stop giggle at just recalling it.
Then I remember a quote I read a few days ago:
"The best dreams happen when you're awake".
So true....
So when I awoke, I saw myself, and I laughed, because I found things different as East to the West.
Those, whatever I dreamt of, surely happened when I was asleep, they, for sure are not the best dreams.. , at least according to the quote.
And I'd say ..Amen!

*Let's just say this is my picture when I realized that I just woke up, I found that I needed to laugh, at myself @-@*

Jane Eyre and the reality

..is a stark contrast.
I read Jane Eyre just last night. In about 6 to 8 hours, I finished the 600-something pages novel right away (the Indo translation). I remember the last time I read something that fast was for Pramoedya's tetralogy (which one I quite forget), Da Vinci Code, and a book about Mossad's operation in Middle East somewhere (it's fast paced plot so I was intrigued to complete it). Anyhow, what struck me about Jane Eyre is that this character is so similar to mine, and perhaps, many of my female friends' I reckoned.  We dreamt of being heroine like her, strong in character, independent, free, has dignity. In our time of emancipation, I knew person like her, many, I'd say that include my own, 'though of course, less novel and dignified than her and her character. But a male character like Edward Rochester, or St. John Rivers is not so many in stock today in real life. That's why many women love to read romance stories like this, like any other Austen's stories and ample of those from Victorian's era., because it's like something they can find only in books, in novels, not in reality. That helps them to escape the real life, entering the vague state of dreaming, of personification of characters like this Rochester guy, or Mr. John Thornton in Gaskell's North and South or, eh, of course, Mr. Darcy in Austen's legendary Pride and Prejudice.

pic from: http://newspaper.li/static/8d96f0c744f4d4b7ec1cf99e42ded44f.jpg

So my opinion is, if we want to look for characters for model of our novels such as those aforementioned, don't look the models from real life. One will face a shortage of male models I suppose. I reckoned that reality bites, and it hurts sometimes, to me, to my friends. It's just my guess. Raw and unsubstantiated, but of course, I have the rights to tell stupid things, or any non sense in here. I can, can't I? [I'll find the DVD this weekend by the way, to see if it fits the book, because I found North and South's novel is much mesmerizing than the miniseries, too much spices and to much skips of events].