Hey, Cantik!

I'm not a poetic person, well maybe I'm the worst in the world. Somehow, I do really want to say sorry with an elegant way to a very special friend. So I searched a little and found a simple yet meaningful apologetic poem on friendship. Yes, this is for you:

True friendship is a gift
Oh so precious and so rare
Sometimes we take it for granted
Sometimes we do despair

Our fault is being human
Mistakes are everywhere
Please let me not lose the gift
That is so precious and so rare.

--Author Unknown

I'm sorry, friend!

Morning Ritual

My morning principle is to wake up as late as I can be as long as I'm not late to office. Office hour is 9.30, commuting time is 45 minutes, taking bath + getting ready is 30 minutes (I always have breakfast in the office).... so I can wake up at 8.15 am! If I woke up before that, I would sleep again until 8.15! I feel fresher in the office. Maybe this is my revenge for waking up too early when I was working in Blahblahblah.

But today, I woke up 1 hour earlier and could not get back to sleep. Too much sleeping on the weekend, I guess. Hell yeah I don't want to come to office earlier than 9.30 hahaa so after shower and everything, I.... watched HIMYM! Well I found it is also enjoyable (you got that, Ted? Enjoyable!), doing something before heading to office. In my previous house, morning was always hectic. The landlady occupied the kitchen, the whole family were having breakfast together in the dining room, I didn't have my own space. So I loved to not spend the morning in the house.

But now I have a big space. Why don't I prepare my own breakfast, rather than grabbing some breads/muffins while waiting for the bus. Why don't I have breakfast on the dining table while sipping coffee and reading newspaper or watching HIMYM, rather than on the office table while (pretending) reading codes in Visual Studio (ergh!). Why don't I go down to the pool, swimming or reading books on the pool chair.

Yeah, there's something we can do between waking up and going to office. I just realized that (Miss Ingu must be happy about this)!

Only I Can Be Me

This is Miss Ingu on a Sunday morning!

I am a morning person. I was born at 5:17 AM GMT+7 and although currently I live somewhere in GMT+8 area, I set my alarm at 5:17 AM everyday.

I love waking up early in the morning (5 is quite early for me!). It's not that I manage to pull that everyday but I never regret the day I rise before the sun does.

I love my solitude moment in the morning. Catching up with myself, checking what I've been up to, letting myself enjoy the life, breathing the air just for myself, things like that, you know.

I'm so in love with morning that I am tempted to fix a rule for everyone. It's good, no, it's great. I enjoy it. Why can't everybody else do that? Why can't it be my suggestion for anybody's better life? Come on, fellow earth people! Wake up and smell the world!

Yeah, that won't work.

This particular morning I wish I am a more socially acceptable people. I wish people notice me more, comment on my status. I wish I know what to say on some casual hang out moments. I wish I had witty lines fresh and ready inside my brain.

Yeah, that won't work.

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When the world is only in plain vanilla, it will lose its only flavor. It will become tasteless. I think if inspiration only comes in the morning, if everyone is being in love with the idea of waking up in the morning to get the best of the day, I think it will lead to a big cut of wonderful things.

I can already imagine a thing or two. The awesomeness of stars and things up above. The peace of cool silence which is distinctly different from morning silent breeze.

And I have my own flavor. I might not have in my hands the flavor of being popular. I might have in my hands only few doses of social skill but I think that's the best equipment that I could have.

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Who knows the number of skills in this world? I bet it's a big number! And an advice about traveling I read somewhere told me to travel light. And yeah, if life is a journey, I want to travel light.

I might not get the Swiss knife, a compact tool that gives you many things you need with the size of the palm of your hand. I might only get a 14 inch of laptop and ten fingers which weigh ten times more than a Swiss knife, but the fact is.. only I can be me, the same thing with only you can be you.

Who knows what the future brings? Maybe in the next few months or days I will get myself a set of skill that I have never had before. There's no rule saying that we'll be carrying the same set of skills for a lifetime.

And there's no rule saying that I cannot force myself to do something with the skill I am not prepared with. Who knows? It could be that I just didn't see it before or it could result in a failure, maybe big one. And if it fails me, does my life end just like that?

You wish!

I am traveling light,
I am enjoying the scenery...
and it's magnificent!

cheers,