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Have you ever listened to your inner voice? If yes, how does it affect your mind?. Have you ever spoken to your inner voice, and questioned whether your acts are right already?. People say that you've got to listen to your inner voice, but don't let it control you, what do you think?. I have ever heard "Your ego is your biggest enemy."
Not necessarily your own inner voice that you hear, yet others' ? Some important people in your heart.
And what about your past? How would you cope with your difficult paths of life? Will they haunt you and affect your acts now? People live; they meet new people- starting as just acquaintances, then go to the next level as friends, then you know what's the next level, I mean. After some years, a good-bye is something you have to try to endure. The questions are; "Will you recognize me when we pass by somewhere at a shop or some boutiques?", "Will you even remember my name?".
Which do you care the most ?
a. What people think about you? b. What you feel is comfortable for you?
Are you the one who is concern about your custom; traditional values that you believe you have to hold in order to be accepted in a society.
Mr. Pane introduces mainly only three main characters; 1. "Dr. Soekartono" as a young intelligent doctor who regulary talks with his inner voice as a result of his dark-side-of-the-moon years. He is married to a popular and self-sufficient lady.
2. Tini as a self-sufficient young lady who is married to Dr. Soekartono, yet the marriage life is often filled by discord.
3. Yah. I'd say she is the "bridge" between Tini and Dr. Soekartono, yet her presence is also a threat. She embodies everything Dr. Soekartono admire in a woman ( at that time; 1932)
I know, there have been many questions going on around here. I mean, Mr. Pane really gives me a lot of complex questions about myself, people around me, and most of all about my life. It seems like you're having an acid test. Then when you pass, your lecturers will proudly say :
" Ah now, you go walk out that door of your childish room as you are now allowed to enter the room that has a label "Maturity." And please never look back."
I think we have been shackled. Now, it depends on you how to tear the shackles off!. This novel is highly recommended for those who like questioning so many things in life, just like all the questions I wrote above:D or perhaps you like a thought-provoking novel? This might be the choice.
Happy reading, friends! Lu2Ar
Addendum: 1. "Shackles" written by Indonesian novelist. Armijn Pane, in 1932. 2. The book I just read is translated by a lecturer at a university in the USA. 3. "Dr", followed by a name as in "Dr. Soekartono", denotes a medical degree that someone holds. "Dr." is an abbreviation of "Dokter", which means "Doctor" in English. 4. Unike western part of the countries, Indonesia uses first name after an academic degree. Most of Indonesians, do not even have family names. Some of them even hold only one name; no middle name, or last name. 5.This novel has been used by foreign students as a referencee of Indonesian literature.
And finally, I found the English version of this novel as I had been searching for it years and years.
Time to stimulate my brain with words through poetry Wednesday. Today, let me share you one of my poems ( phew this is my "first" poem I wrote since I wrote the last poem six months ago, I know, I know; it's been so long.) I willl drop by to yours as soon as I get the time; as my ISP seems to have been having some problems, and that cause me to fail to browse some sites ( multiply is one of them).
Sunset Secret
Sunset, sunset What would you tell to the world? Sunset and the unspoken words within Are you being secretive? How could you possibly console restless mind?
Sunset, oh my dear sunset On the medium-speed train when my eyes were deceived, By an excellent figure, gleaming eyes of someone. Then I found rapture in his ordinary words Having been drawn into your comforting tone of voice
Sunset exudes boundless love You let me watch the days pass by, YOu let me relive sublime moments, Forgetting the crowd around Then you and I were mesmeric.
What a beauty you possess! Had my eyes been deceived once more? or was it my mind reliving moments? Perhaps, my heart was then planted by hopes
Sunset, my beautiful sphere! Never has your beauty deceived me Neither have the gleaming eyes, which were close to mine. For it was I who was on a joyful state of mind planted by hopes, All by myself
I am glad I found this site though I am sure there will more similar sites, yet I found this great. I found this site sometimes ago and decided to put it here. Are you into comics / cartoon strips? I think this is the place where you can enjoy funny cartoon strips. It's great!.
Happy weekend May you have your wonderful weekend! So much Love Lu2Ar
It's been sometimes since I wrote poems here. All of sudden, I found an inspiration, then I decided to save it on my poetry writing. I guess I want to try to write more, we'll see
Taken when I was in Jogja, the unforgetable city. It was taken in the very top temple of Borobudur. What is so special of this photo? Definitely, it was not taken by a profesional kind of camera, yet I sense a great feeling every time I look at the photo; I feel like being there in Jogja- Central Java. I always miss Jogja that is for sure. So, I dedicate this photo to Jogja, and those who have been there and fallen in love instantly with it and the people.
I rarely rate novels 5 stars, yet this one deserves to get 5. A novel by Anita Shreve “Strange Fits of Passion” is so absorbing a story that you simply can’t put the novel down until you finish reading it at one time. A story of a turbulent tragic story of domestic abuse. A woman who is sentenced to a life prison for a first degree murder she did for self-defense against her brutal husband. Unlike other novels that use a lot of “I” and seem to have only one character speaking and playing role the whole story, this novel is different and to tell you the truth the kind of writing she uses in this novel Strange Fits of Passion is new to me. Anita Shreve does not write her novel “Strange Fits of Passion” based on chapters of accidents, yet she writes the story as if you were reading memoirs or testimonials from people who are directly or indirectly related to the main character, so sometimes there are some flashbacks. It is not only ONE character who speaks, yet MORE than ONE. There is even the Reading Group Guide Inside; in this Guide, there are some questions about each character who testifies on Mary Amesbury alias Maureen English. The story might be just usual story, yet the way Anita Shreve tells it to the world make it unusual story and become an interesting story to read. To me, this is a really impressive style of writing that brings to an excellent story, a powerful portrait of truth and deception.
Entertaining as well as inspirative ( in the case of writing songs). Even some sayings are sung but this is not a musical movie. Watching this movie does not really make you think hard as the storyline is simple, yet great. A story of a used-to-be-famous singer , Alex( Huge Grant) who tries to gain his popularity by taking the offer of writing songs for a famous singer. Being helped by a to-do-plant "maid" Sophia (Drew Barrimore), Alex writes songs. I'd say that this movie is not THAT romantic; there is no such thing of candle light dinner, spending time together while watching the moon, saying some super dupper romantic lines. You will not find all those things there, yet this what makes this movie somehow becomes romantic.Some sayings are sung by Huge Grant and the lyrics are simple. The piano playing has made this movie becomes fun to watch. There is a strong reason why I put this on a review! you might be able to guess, no? okay it is because of the song " Way Back Into Love" ( all I wanna do is find a way back into love...); the song goes over my head up to now. Okay, I do not want to spill the beans, you have got to see it.
some of my favourite quotes: Alex Fletcher: [Sophie moves a chair] What are you doing, you madwoman, you're wrecking my apartment! Sophie Fisher: Well, I can't write sitting all the way across the room. Alex Fletcher: No, go back to your corner! Sophie Fisher: ...Fine, all right. [goes, leaving the chair where she moved it] Alex Fletcher: I'm blocked. How am I supposed to get out? Sophie Fisher: Go out the other side. Alex Fletcher: But... but... I've never been out the other side.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex Fletcher: Just a little bit louder, because this song is intended for humans, okay? Way Back Into Love, take two.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex Fletcher: It doesn't have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They're just lyrics. Sophie Fisher: "Just lyrics"? Alex Fletcher: Lyrics are important. They're just not as important as melody. Sophie Fisher: I really don't think you get it. Alex Fletcher: Oh. You look angry. Click your pen. Sophie Fisher: A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex. Alex Fletcher: I so get that. Sophie Fisher: But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex Fletcher: [singing] It's never been easy for me / To find words to go along with a melody / But this time there's actually something on my mind / So please forgive these few brief awkward lines / Ever since I met you my life has changed / It's more than just my furniture you've rearranged / I was living in the past / But somehow you've brought me back / And I haven't felt this way / Since before Frankie said "Relax" / And though I know / Based on my track record / I might not seem like the safest bet / All I'm asking you / Is don't write me off just yet / For years I've been telling myself the same old stories / That I was happy to live off my so-called former glories / But you've given me a reason / To take another chance / Now I need you / Despite the fact that you've killed all my plants / And though I know / I've already blown more chances / Than anyone should ever get / All I'm asking you / Is don't write me off just yet. --- this is sung by Huge Grant with the piano playing as I have mentioned earlier
Three musketeers sat on a wooden bench. Picking up some lines for a princess of their dreams. Having won the battle on a very far away land. The three musketeers were hopelessly seeking for the rose of their dreams.Swords being covered by blood, yet the blood was indeed the blood of glory. They now brought freedom for their kingdom had been in a great suffer. To save the kingdom was what they were born to.To guard the entrance of the kingdom was what they were demanded to.To protect the king and queen was what they were pledged to for the king was their pride and ay the queen was the beauty of their kingdom. To stand against enemies was what they lived for. Until later, the kingdom was saved, the entrance was free, the king and queen were no longer in danger. Then, they were allowed to seek the rose of their hearts.
Three musketeers sat on an old wooden bench. Buckets of floweres were in their hands. Picking up some best lines for one rose should only be for one. Play fairly as they were born as Knights.Indeed, picking up some lines were the hardest battle ever. Neither would they give their blood nor soul for soul belonged to God only, yet it was the best lines to own the rose of the heart.
Ay, there, the princess came. Wearing a gown of goddess. The gown that shall never be worn by any for the gown was only for the one who owns a heart as pure as waterfall on the top of the most magnificent mountain. Riding a horse as white as snow in the coldest winter. The horse which shall not be ridden by any for the horse was only for the one who owns the touch of an angel with thousands of sparkling wings. Singing melodious greetings was what the princess did to honor the Knights for they time that had been given.
"Dear my Knights. Forgive me for my being late as I had other promises to make."what a cursty she had made!
"Oh dear my princess, never shall you say sorry for we were still in a great luck to meet you." Bowing gently as they were saying this.
"Dear my Knights who just brought glory to our kingdom. Never shall I waste your time for you must be waited by the king."
"My beloved princess, I came here to offer you a house and a land of your dreams. The house in which only you hold the key. The land in which you may build your fantasy and it shall be my command to make it come true.My beloved one, your wishes are my command. Please allow me to own your heart." First Knight got his best lines.
"Oh, dear the princess who owns the face of a goddess. I came here to give you my love. Then I shall dedicate my life and work to you as you deserve to own the best things the world could offer.Please do think of me to be your man." Second Knight did his battle
The youngest yet the most handsome Knight came with hopeless face "Oh my dear, the one who owns my heart, the one who is there on my mind even when I am in the battle to save our kingdom.I came here to offer you myself as I could not pick the best lines to say. My words, even the words of the most famous poets will never win your heart as I have yet to know the secret of your heart Yet allow me to learn more and be with you through bad and good times."
The night had come. For another three days they shall meet again as the princess needed the time to choose. "Never shall you fight among others for whatever answer I will give.Three days later, here, shall we meet. Until later, you are all my Knights."
Now, the wooden bench was cold as they were all gone away. The moon peeped behind the clouds accompany the Knights went to the palace to see their king.
Ay, three days were short. The Knights were no longer waiting. That was the time to know whether or not they won the heart.
Three mustketeers sat on the old same wooden bench. Wearing their best costumes and bringing the most beautiful flowers picked in the highest mountain. There came the princess, still like a goddess.
"Dear my princess. We shall be ready for whatever you say." Bowing gently as they were handing the flowers to the rose of their dreams.
"Dear my Knights, my heroes. I shall say thank you for the best lines you had offered. You are all indeed the most talented poets. Neither shall I feel sad nor mad for your best lines had indeed made me be the happiest person. Thank you for the house and land you would like to give, for the life and work you would dedicate to me, the desired and willingness to be with me in bad and good times. Any women shall be happy to be the one who owns you and even only to hear your best lines. Yet, my Knights, I feel sad and wonder as neither three of you ever said my name. The name given by my parents. The name I liked and I would be happy if ever you had decided to putit in your best lines. I am Lillac, that's the secret of my heart. "
"Oh dear my princess, forgive us for being ignorant for we only knew your kindness and not your name. For we only knew your beauty yet not your name. For we only knew your melodious voice yet not your name."
"Dear my Knights, you are all my Knights, yet I have saved my heart for another Knight in a far away land as he whispered my name. I shall be a person next to him. He has nothing to offer as you all have offered to me, yet I feel Ioved and to him I shall give my life.Forgive me and shall you are all be happy with anyone but me"
"Dear my princess, Lilac, I shall be thankful for your time. Indeed now I know your name." First musketeer said
"Dear my Lilac, the other Knight shall be happy as you are Lillact, the kindness princess. Now I know your name, and I shall tell people about your name." Second one said
"Dear Lillac, may you be happy as I will always love you. It was my unfortune not to know your name." the most handsome said
Now they were all gone and the bench was covered by snow. It had become colder. Lillac was the name. And it was the secret of her heart.
The End
Written by Lu2Ar - trying to be a poet of old time - Inspired by an event, also inspired by The Commedy of Errors by William Shakespeare.
Photos are all taken from photobucket; ZeldaSD ( white horse)
A collection of poems that consists of English and Indonesian poems inspired by many people and incidents. The poems written by an Indonesian to tell the world about what she sees, feels, hears and dreams about life, love, friendship, faith, nature, countries and relationship among people with different cultural background in her point of view as an Indonesian,a teacher, a daughter, a woman and a human being who is naturally depending on others in some cases.
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