Narcissus and The Lake

//December 06, 2010//

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.

At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But….. was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time.

Finally it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

“What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought.

( Prologue of “The Alchemist”, celebrating this last week THREE YEARS in the New York Times Bestselling list.)

This is my second time reading the story although I already read The Alchemist for couple of times. The first one was my first time reading The Alchemist, the book was my friend’s and unfortunately my copy of The Alchemist doesn’t contain the prologue (the Indonesian version of The Alchemist was re-published by another book publisher company). And yeah, it’s kinda felt incomplete for the rest of the story.

Orang Biasa

//December 05, 2010//

Lapangan kerja makin sedikit, budak uang semakin banyak. Giliran ingin membuka lapangan kerja baru, tidak pernah ada yang percaya bahwa hal tersebut bisa terjadi. Harus punya backingan orang kayalah, harus kerja keraslah. Semua pekerjaan juga butuh kerja keras. Tapi angguk-angguk saja dengarnya, memang jadi orang biasa itu butuh kerja keras. Kerja keras untuk meyakinkan orang lain bahwa pada dasarnya semua orang itu biasa. Jadi luar biasa itu proses bukan bakat. Yah kalau ada yang bilang bakat, silahkan ucapkan Alhamdulillah karena Anda diberi berkah.

Cheer to December

//December 01, 2010//

December, eh?
You’re always the last one, but never the forgotten one.
Let’s cheer to December :)

Recently falling possession and future addiction:


Burndt Jamb is a great and poetic song to dance along with. And really, though I rarely post lyrics on this blog. I want to post this one so bad.

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Burndt Jamb – Weezer
Gothic flavor,
How I miss you.
If I only
Once could kiss you.

I’d be happpy
For one moment
Of my lifetime
I’d be there.

And the water
Running over
Me is growing
Ever colder.

Make me happy
For one moment
Of my lifetime
I’d be there.

I fell hard for Scott Pilgrim. The movie, the graphic novel, as well as the soundtrack. Favorite tracks: Blacksheep – Metric, Threshold – Sex Bob Omb, Teenage Dream – T-Rex

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http://oridusartic.com/
Just bloghopping and stuck on this blog, deviantart, and stuff. It’s just stunning and briliant.

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It is online, how can you ask for more? I’ve been applying to some online volunteering, then got accepted on a magazine named Youth Leader. The magazine focused on spreading the positivity and campaign for children. They just launched an online campaign and I’m on board :)

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People said Get a Life, but nah… I don’t care. The game is addictive. Finally, I found reason to open Facebook again after got boring for some time already :P

Being Cynical series

//November 29, 2010//

On Stalking

Hey there, stalker. Are you done yet, searching other people’s dirty laundry, messing around with their kitchen? So stalker, are you really evil or are you really happy? Oh so you don’t care, eh? Please continue the damn works, I know you have important meeting with the wired.

On Complaining

Regrets are your beloved friends. Oh, so we (have to) know then. Yeah, let’s ruin other people’s life by simply telling the world your sorrow. If you have the time to complain, please settle your problem with your final tasks. As for certain people, I’m not talking about you. Don’t bother to assume it was you.

On Being That Great

I don’t owe you any explanation, so don’t bother to assume. I know you’re being The One, and you’re that damn great. So as I don’t care, you don’t need to care about me anymore.

On Gigs

So, I don’t really care which artist Subono will choose next. I’m not into gigs, though I favor some of his selections. Santana, Maroon 5, Jimmy Eat World, scream out loud if you wish. Lots of recent status update blabbers like this, “Got to save up, (insert the band name) is going to town!”. Yeah, tweets as you please. Spent your (or I assume your parents) money on those tickets. Be gone, so people can call you hip and cool. As long as you got the merchandise, people don’t really ask you wheater you really listen the band or not. Yeah, I know you’re too cool not to go.

On Stopping Being Cynical

Yeah right, I need to stop talking about some certain people. To be or not to be is their power choices, so really there’s no one has the right to complain.