Random No. 1
When I was a kid, on one day my dad asked me, "Nak, do you know what your name means?" I answered, "I don't know. What does it mean, Pa?" He opened a big and thick book in front of me, a really big one for a little girl. Later I found out it was Kamus Besar Bahasa Indonesia (KBBI). Then he pointed a word. My name. "See, your name means 'pretty', 'beautiful'." Thankfully, I already learnt how to read at that time so I knew my father wasn't lying. I smiled when he told me that. I was happy. I was proud. "So, am I pretty, Pa?" He nodded, "Yes, you are." He was the first man who told me that I was pretty.
Then I asked him, "What does your name mean, Pa? That book should have your name in there, right? We can tell what people's name mean from that book. Am I right, Pa?" He didn't answer my question. He only smiled. I think he didn't want to ruin my excitement by telling me that his name couldn't be found in KBBI or that my name was too common in Indonesia. You even can find my name in Indonesian language dictionary. :P
Speaking of KBBI, I've been really wanting to have it since a really long time ago. But, it's too way expensive. I had the old KBBI, maybe published in the late 1980s or in early 1990s. I don't know. I forgot what year it was published and I lost it. I want the most recent published KBBI. Well, maybe one day I will go to a book store and buy it.
Random No. 2
I'm reading Damned by Chuck Palahniuk. I always love his works and this one is included. Even though it's not my most fave. It's about Madison, a dead 13-year-old girl and she was damned to hell. It's interesting to read her point of view; her being cynical, the way she viewed life, satan, death, wait, did I just say "death"? I really should stop myself from this obsession. xP
Here I quoted lines that I like about death from this book:
"Death is a long process," Archer says, "Your body is just the first part of you that croaks." Meaning: Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. And your anger about investing a lifetime in learning shit and loving people and earning money, only to have all that crap come to basically nothing. Really, your physical body dying is the easy part. Beyond that, your memories must die. And your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope, all that Personal Identity Crap can take centuries to expire. (p. 161)
Random No. 3
I'm getting bored with all social media that I have right now, especially Twitter. Or maybe I'm just tired and need to get some rest. And internet is a distraction for me to get that some rest. So, I think I should disconnect from internet for a while, I guess. To recharge my battery, to have my excitement of life back. I know I'll never ever be able to completely detached from internet. At least, I still love reading blogs, your blogs. For that, I need an internet connection. I also love sharing good articles and good blog posts in G+ or Twitter. Oh, God, why is it so hard to disconnet from this internet world? :|
Well, let's limit my time spending on internet, especially Twitter. I really need to distance myself from that for the sake of my well-being. And more time spending on reading books. And, maybe, spend more time on productive ways. Like, writing more regularly in this blog? :P