I was just making the most of my time…( A Justification For Being Narcissist )

•August 16, 2008 • 4 Comments

Saturday, Augst 16th,  6:45

Whew…..might be late again. Yep my VIP student’s schedule for private session is Saturdays 7-8.30. Why VIP? Not only he’s the chairman of  a prestigious sports club In Jakarta, but also a member of a very very most-wanted position in Indonesia :-) , so, forget about being lazy on Saturday mornings, coz I’d better move my (big) ass upto his apartment somewhere in the center of Jakarta.

7:05 In front of Room 2…( cencored for safety reason, hehe )

Geeez, been standing in front of the doorway, but still noone answered…..ooops the door wasn’t locked, so I entered and sat myself at the usual desk. …..10 mins……15 mins…still no signs of life ;-) …got an idea : I sent him sms telling that I’d been waiting for him at the desk……20 mins…23 mins…..nothing happened….

7:40 At the Desk inside The Apartment

Hey..how about taking some pictures with my cellphone? There was nothing else to do while waiting, so, I took some pics of mine by using my cellphone, and it just went on and on and on and on….

8:00 At the Desk inside The Apartment ( still…)

Without knowing it, I already took lots of pics……here are some of them :

Call me narcissist but somehow I enjoyed it….besides, didn’t I just make the most of my time while waiting??

8:10

Someone eventually showed up…yep his wife from the market …then she rushed to wake her hubby up..but I told her, she didn’t need to ,coz  we’re running out of time, I had to attend the parents meeting at my daughter’s school at 9. So, she would make her hubby call me for rescheduling.

Life can be so hard sometimes…

•August 13, 2008 • 4 Comments

Just because I stated ‘ Life can be so hard sometimes’, doesn’t mean that I’m not being grateful to my creator, or whatsoever. It’s just the life I’ve been leading, now is seemingly teasing me in its own unique ways. Imagine this , I don’t have any fixed income whereas my monthly bills just keep coming on regular basis , don’t have a true lover for a shoulder to cry on ( yeah my last boyfriend finally caught in the act for not being loyal again to me ), and on top of that, soon I won’t be having a place to live in, since my rented house is due in September. The only things that keep me going is my Faith to The Almighty and of course my beloved-more-than-anything-in-the-world daughter.

The good news is I’m still alive ( eventhough I got sick and tired ), so I have to keep trying to paddle my boat. The tide is high, but I’m holding on…hopefully I will reach to the shore safely and happily… and most importanly …..soon.

I always believe that God will never give us any ordeals if HE knows that we are not to survive them. There would be a time for everybody to celebrate their lives..

A Fieldtrip to a Doll Factory ( August 1, 2008)

•August 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment

‘Must Read’ article…(really)

•August 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

This Article is forwarded from a student of mine. He said that he read this article when he was about to give up……

To : Antonius ….Thank you so much…

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made.. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting..

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much!

Antara saya, Pak Inceu dan Profesi kami…

•April 10, 2008 • 21 Comments

Tadi siang saya menonton satu acara lomba menyanyi untuk menjadi’ instant idola’ di salah satu stasiun tivi ternama ,yang secara tidak sengaja saya tonton, tapi malah akhirnya sangat amat menyentuh hati. Di acara tersebut, beberapa peserta yang memang sengaja dipilih karena memiliki profesi yang sama, mempertunjukkan kebolehannya dalam hal bernyanyi. Untuk episode minggu ini profesi yang dipilih adalah profesi GURU, tidak dibatasi apakah mereka guru TK, SD, SMP, atau SMA, dan apakah mereka mengajar mata pelajaran kesenian, matematika, IPS, dll. Asalkan mereka punya talenta dibidang menyanyi, mereka akan mendapat kesempatan untuk ’sumbang suara’ diatas panggung, disiarkan secara langsung, yang pada akhirnya memasrahkan nasib peruntungan mereka di tangan para pengirim SMS.

Yang menarik perhatian saya adalah keikutsertaan seorang bapak guru muda, Pak Inceu ( 32 tahun )dari daerah Garut. Beliau begitu bersahaja, tulus, dan ketika beliau bercerita bagaimana susahnya kehidupannya yang berprofesikan seorang guru yang tidak mendapat gaji tetap( karena beliau bukan berstatus sebagai pegawai negri, maupun berstatus sebagai guru honorer, melainkan beliaulah yang mendirikan sekolah untuk anak-anak petani yang tidak mampu di daerah Garut tersebut ), seluruh penonton di studio , berikut sang presenter dan tiga komentatornya, sontak terenyuh dan tanpa sengaja menitikkan airmatanya. Begitu halnya dengan saya…………………

Saya dan Pak Inceu kebetulan memiliki profesi yang sama, yaitu seorang guru. Kemudian saya sadar, walaupun saya dan Pak Inceu tersebut memiliki profesi yang sama, kami sebenarnya sangat jauh berbeda.

Perbedaan yang saya maksud adalah :

- Pak Inceu tidak pernah menarifkan jasa yang dia berikan, bahkan beliau rela untuk tidak dibayar, dan mengandalkan biaya kebutuhan sehari-harinya kepada istrinya yang sangat mulia dan dengan ikhlas mensupport usaha yang dilakukan sang suami tercinta.

- Sedangkan saya selalu menarifkan jasa mengajar saya yang menurut sebagian orang adalah terlalu tinggi.

Justifikasi : Menurut saya hal tersebut wajar karena saya juga menghabiskan banyak biaya, usaha dan waktu dalam proses mendapatkan ilmu yang akan saya ajarkan, selain itu saya sudah mengajar lebih dari 15 tahun, jadi jam terbang saya sudah pantas jika dibayar dengan harga yang lumayan.

- Pak Inceu tidak pernah mengeluh walaupun untuk mencapai tempat beliau mengajar, beliau harus berjalan kaki berkilo-kilo meter, hanya jika nasib beliau sedang beruntung beliau akan mendapat tumpangan dari penduduk sekitar ( dimana terkadang beliau harus berada dalam satu kendaraan dengan kerbau-kerbau pembajak sawah  )

- Sedangkan saya yang mampu untuk membayar taksi untuk mencapai tempat mengajar saya , sangat seringkali mengeluh, dan terus berandai-andai untuk mempunyai kendaraan sendiri agar saya tidak harus naik taksi kemana-mana.

Justifikasi : Menurut saya hal tersebut wajar, karena dengan keadaan lalu-lintas Jakarta yang sangat tidak bisa di prediksi, ongkos taksi terkadang menjadi sangat mahal. Sedangkan untuk naik bis kota terkadang ada rasa takut .

- Pak Inceu selalu menempatkan urusan murid-muridnya pada prioritas utamanya. Alasan beliau, istrinya masih bisa ‘menghandle’ anak semata wayang mereka yang berumur 2,4 tahun, jika kehadiran pak Inceu dibutuhkan di dua tempat pada waktu yang bersamaan.

- Sedangkan saya selalu menempatkan urusan anak saya yang berumur 4 tahun pada urutan pertama. Dan jika saya dibutuhkan untuk berada di dua tempat pada waktu yang bersamaan, dengan tidak ada keraguan saya akan memilih untuk bersama anak saya.

Justifikasi : Menurut saya , segala urusan yang menyangkut anak saya harus menjadi prioritas utama saya, apalagi saya adalah seorang ‘single parent’ , dimana tidak ada orang lain yang bisa saya andalkan untuk urusan buah hati saya tercinta.

Masih banyak perbedaan-perbedaan lainnya antara saya dan Pak Inceu, tetapi saya hanya akan menutup tulisan saya ini dengan perbedaan terakhir yaitu : Saya selalu memiliki justifikasi atas setiap perbuatan saya.

Salam hormat saya untuk Pak Inceu di Garut…..
Terus berjuang Pak………….

Before and after marriage…..

•April 9, 2008 • 6 Comments

Before marriage….

He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
She: Do you want me to leave?
He: No! Don’t even think about it.
She: Do you love me?
He: Of course! Over and over!
She: Have you ever cheated on me?
He: No! Why are you even asking?
She: Will you kiss me?
He: Every chance I get.
She: Will you hit me?
He: Are you crazy! I’m not that kind of
person!
She: Can I trust you?
He: Yes.
She: Darling!

After marriage….
Simply read from bottom to top

*just joking* LOL

Schwer oder Schwierig?

•April 7, 2008 • 1 Comment

How do you say in German: It’s difficult to say?
- Es ist schwer zu sagen…
- Es ist schwierig zu sagen…

Danke schön!

Actually, both of them would be correct, but in this case, I’d prefer “schwer”.
I’ll give some examples:
- I can’t reply. It’s difficult to assess it.
Ich kann das nicht beantworten. Es ist schwierig, das einzuschätzen.
- I can’t reply. It’s hard to assess it.
Ich kann das nicht beantworten. Es ist schwer, das einzuschätzen.
- I’m too weighty for my age.
Ich bin zu schwer für mein Alter.
- The packet it too heavy to bear.
Das Paket ist zu schwer zum tragen.
- It was a very serious accident/crime.
Es war ein sehr schwerer Unfall/ein sehr schweres Verbrechen.
- I’ve got a bad cold.
Ich habe eine schwere Erkältung.

Result: The word “difficult” is either translated with “schwer” or “schwierig”, but the word “schwer” has more translations than only “difficult”:
- as weight(iness)
- as heaviness
- as wickedness

I hope I could help.

——–

Excellent explanation, indeed.
Any way, your question had me thinking about the difference in use of both ’schwer’ and ’schwierig’ for a good while, but without reaching a completely satisfactory explanation. So please take the following as an attempt to illustrate the subject:

In contexts as implied in your example it is more likely to replace ’schwierig’ by ’schwer’ than the other way round. But this can’t be generalized. Furthermore, ’schwierig’ is more frequently used to refer to the intricate nature of a certain matter, while ’schwer’ is used to cover the circumstances related to that matter, too. Just take the example: ‘His lectures were difficult/hard to follow.’ would be in German ‘Es war schwierig, seine Vorlesungen zu verstehen.’ – because of the complexity of the topic they were about, while the translation ‘Seine Vorlesungen waren schwer zu verstehen.’ would also indicate the poor acoustic or the noise in the room.

Again, please remember this is an example for illustration but not to be generalized. The concrete use of ’schwer’ und ’schwierig’ largely depends (as usual) on the context and the additional information comprised.

Have a nice weekend.

source :http://forum.wordreference.com/showthread.php?t=12878

Ach……my girl…. :-)

•March 8, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Last thursday I got a surprising sweet visit from a teeny-weeny little girl, my daughter’s best friend at school, Shakira. It was the first time that Jovi (my daughter ) brought a friend from school. I could see how radiant she looked at that time. Then, they went straight to Jovi’s bedroom, where dreamy-make-believe toys were, ignoring the rest of us in the house, as if we were invisible :-P .. . . so I decided to get myself some quality time with my book, catching up reading one of the tetralogy books written by a genius local writer.

Long story short, Jovi and her little buddy were having so great a time playing in her bedroom that Sha’s nanny was having a hard time to get her go back home……until Sha’s dad called on the nanny’s cellphone and ordered them to go back home. After they left our house, I could sense that my daughter’s excitement lingered………she kept smiling for the next 12 hours :-) , and I , without getting any arguments, could get her do whatever I asked her to do :-) ….Nothing could top this by the way :-)

It was very obvious to me that having a friend ( in this case , best friend )from school visiting our house, was very precious moment for my daughter. She might have been tired of having only adults ( minus a daddy that is ) in our house. She needs to mingle with her peers more often. . . which is psychologically good…….

Thanks Shakira ………we’re looking forward to having you again and again and again in our house :-)

…….” Friends-friends-friends ….I have some friends I love……
…….I love my friends and they love me…….
……I help my friends and they help me……
……Friends-friends-friends……I have some friends I love”…..
( a song by whoever )

Me, Myself and I…

•February 7, 2008 • 2 Comments

Besok libur Imlek…cihuy….itu yang ada di benak gue on my way home hari rabu sore. Kebetulan salah satu temen gue ’seperkuliahan’ dulu baru dapet promosi jabatan and mau traktir gue makan siang di Plangi pas hari kamisnya. Unfortunately, murid private gue yg tercantik juga minta ‘jatah’ 2 jam hari kamis pagi, so dengan ’setengah hati’ gue ‘mengiyakan’. So, here goes my plan : Kamis pagi jam 8 gue dah jalan ngedrop anak and pembokat dulu di rumah nyokap , karena nyokap gue dah cuap-cuap kangen ama anak gue ( kata beliau :” biarin nggak ketemu kamu gak papa, yang penting bisa ketemu jovita” ( anak gue ), heheheheh, kejamnya :p ). Setelah ‘ngedrop-mengedrop’ kelar, gue langsung cabut ke rumah murid gue di daerah Benhil, but ditengah jalan, temen gue yang punya ‘hajat’ mau traktir ternyata harus nungguin mertuanya yang masuk UGD :( walhasil gagal deh acara makan-makan gratisnya :(

Kelar ngajar murid gue, ada rasa males pulang, gue ikut aja ke kantor murid gue itu. Sampe di kantornya yang megah and adem-ayem, and ngeliat betapa stressnya dia dengan kerjaan yang numpuk ampe di bela-belain libur-libur masuk kantor juga, gue ngebatin gini : “Untung profesi gue adalah seorang guru yang nggak perlu ngurusin uang orang yang bermilyar-milyar, yang harus ready anytime in case kantor butuh lo hadir, yang harus mikirin and memperjuangin kenaikan gaji anak-anak buahlo. Pada saat itu gue sangat amat bersyukur dan makin cinta dengan profesi gue.

Jam makan siang telah tiba, perut gue sudah bernyanyi dengan riang gembiranya, gue pamit pulang and langsung cabut ke mall terdekat, sendirian, karena murid gue itu masih harus nyelesaiin kerjaannya dulu. Makan siang di restoran yang baru dibuka di mall tsb lumayan enak lah, disambung dengan menyalurkan hasrat belanja gue yang kadang-kadang terlalu kalap kalo ngeliat barang yang lucu-lucu….. ya buat gue, buat anak gue, even pembokat gue dapet jatah t-shirt ungu keren :) ..abis gitu liat salon lumayan kosong, sayang untuk dilewatkan begitu saja……got a hair spa, with additional vitamins from A-Z for my hair, yang akhirnya sempet bengong juga pas bayar di kasir..kok jadi segini harganya ..hehehehhe

Rambut dah wangi and keren ( at least menurut gue ), sayang ah kalo langsung pulang, mendingan nonton aja dulu….nonton deh gue( judul filmnya apa nggak perlu disebut deh, karena cuma film itu yang jam mulainya pas ama kedatangan gue ). Dah lama banget nggak nonton sendirian, rada kikuk at first, tapi akhirnya I enjoyed it so much. Gue bisa full konsentrasi ke film itu tanpa ada yang tanya-tanya, tanpa ada yang nawarin minuman, snacks, or yang pegang-pegang tangan :p

Journey gue hari ini diakhiri dengan beli CAKWE MEDAN yang ukurannya segede-gede dosa. Dan pulanglah gue dengan hati senang, perut kenyang, rambut wangi and keren walaupun kantong kering…

Doing things sendirian ternyata surprisingly good lho! it was only me, myself and I……
untuk sejenak gue bisa indulge myself tanpa diganggu hal-hal yang udah bikin gue pusing tiap harinya…… termasuk my so-called-going-nowhere relationship.

Keputusan diambil, from now on, gue mau ngejadwalin ’satu hari’ di agenda gue , yaitu hari untuk gue sendiri, yang gue kasih judul : ME, MYSELF and I………

Even a mother needs a holiday!

Big Girls (don’t) Cry…

•February 4, 2008 • 4 Comments

That I’m a BIG girl, is a sure thing. Do I cry? well……
Here goes the story…
Yesterday I got pissed off by someone I cared so much, it was my fault, duh!…. Because from the very start I had been warned that this particular living creature had been known as “annoying but loveable”, so I had TO BE READY with all the consequences, I took my chances….but then again…I’m just a big girl ( not that BIG, geezzz )who happened to live in a so called crazy but tempting world, I WASN’T THAT READY!…yeah I cried …
I thought….by having the courage to ask a few sensitive questions, it would be easy to gain a deep understanding of the problems that have been plaguing me…
WRONG! It turned out to be digging my own grave……. yess I did cry!
Did the person even care? HEAVEN KNOWS!