well that was the initial plan, but apparently this become a scattered space of my inconsistent ramble and incoherent mumble. I write my heart out, I throw my anger and frustation, I jotted my hopes and dreams, I record my random thoughts here

January 25, 2012

day out with carel


winter sun is rising, it was 9 am yet the glow barely begun

as the sun continue to rise, the sunlight floods the landscape, giving it a nice warm color

towards mid day the little frost covering the plants start to melt then evaporate, parts of the plants facing east start to show its true color and parts facing west still stubbornly hold on to their icy cover




January 18, 2012

symbolic gesture


putting every single fabric in sight into the washing machine
mopping the floor over and over again
rearranging the furniture

as if I am doing the same with my life.

clean.repair.rebuild
maintenance

January 10, 2012

juggle it, clown.

It was one of those days
nearly mundane, hardly routine
after such productive week (and weekend)
pages of writing, hours of brainstorms and floods of inspiration
exhaustion kicked in

leave the bed when the skies barely turn lighter shades of blue and grey
come home after dark
staring at the mess in the room
piles of dirty (and clean) clothes I can't seems to tell the difference
uncooked dinner
cold air
huffftt..
tons of emails and text messages
indicating the tasks I am yet to get through
can I do this?
responsibilities, expectations
sigh

inhaling the warmth from a cup of tea
i want to feel home
i want to be capable to juggle this life
i want to cope with the responsibilities
and rise up to the expectations
i want to be in control, again

the thoughts of warm moist salty air of home
the friendly temperature of the ocean
the blue pounding waves
home.

and you.

and choices I have to make
and I juggle, like a clown


lego juggling clown image was taken from here

January 3, 2012

self-potrait


I signed up for 365 project
this self-imposed challenge will require me to take at least one photo each day for a year
its a training for commitment and consistency
yeah, commitment and consistency
exercising my photographic curiosity

creativity is like a muscle -- it can be built, strengthened and made flexible through use
-Jim Krause

check out my progress here

January 2, 2012

first publication


After one good year of writing, revising, editing, addressing reviewer comment, back on revising, yet another editing phase, topped with "oh what the fuck i dont care anymore" followed by "ok lets finish this bullshit" and all the rubbish that comes along with it. Finally, first publication.

The title sounds cocky, boring and inconclusive but its the world of academic, you know. Being in ivory tower, observe the shit down below and think "oh I am so smart I am gonna tell you what to do just check what I write, oh no sorry I am not involved I am unbiased academic YOU KNOW". --Yeah sorry I am being a jerk--

Anyway, now I added one-too-many to that enormous pile of paper published in scientific journal with chances only a handful of people would read - hopefully will got as far as the abstract.

Nevertheless, I think its an achievement on its own right. Regardless of how superficial or useless it is. Acknowledging its a small journals, not Nature or Science but Annals of Tropical Research (did you say anal?). Ah well. Good journals, bad journals. I published one!

THATS WHATS UP YO!

aforementioned article downloadable here

disclaimer:
irrelevant picture belong to a friend. I just have to upload it together, although that one writing have another story altogether.

December 20, 2011

a title too heavy to wear

Yesterday on the train to uni I asked my supervisor: "If everything goes according to plan, what sorts of timeline am I looking at? When do I actually start?"
He answer: "You are a PhD candidate now. What you are doing now already part of the process"

sigh.
a PhD candidate
I let the thought sinks in a little bit

few years ago I wouldnt dreamed of this, I could easily recall the struggle just to finish my bachelor degree. I could easily recall the doubt if I would ever make it. I could easily recall the mockery comes my way when I tell people about my dreams.
Who cares? I am here now. Ticking things I want to achieve, one by one.

There was this quote I read the other day
"Imagine your childhood self, would she be ashamed of you today or would she be proud?"
I think she would be proud
I dont regret the decision I made in my life so far,
all the decision that has take me to all sorts of places, literally, figuratively. In real dimension or imaginary world, all the places within the world map or within my subconscious realm. maybe my childhood self wouldnt be so proud of my-few-years-ago-self, but I think my childhood self would understand that I need to experience that darkness and find my way out of that gloomy vortex of.. of.. of.. sigh.. enough

my thoughts drifted.. away..

This title, this PhD candidate at times appear a little heavy to wear.
with such titles there is a degree of expectations, there is a degree of wisdom and knowledge one is expected to deliver. It is strange to wear such thing, yet unable to rise to the expectation.

I learn, that in social interaction it is so often not the title of the person that define the intelligence, or the wisdom. Its the words that choose to interact with you, its the behavior they portrayed towards you, and people.

incoherent rumble derived from incomprehensible thoughts..

I come from a place where titles are still idolized, over idealized. The idea of wearing certain title to boost social status is still in the mind of most people. If someone is educated (reflected by the title they are wearing) therefore that person would have higher social status. This framework at times could appear logical (surely higher education and university title reflect someone capability to grasp certain information, process it and re-present it in coherent manner as well as producing original idea that could move society, civilization, forward. NO?) but in other times serve as utter nonsense to represent someone's intellectual capability (oh, if someone doesnt have a degree it means s/he is less capable in leading or performing less good in social and professional construct compared with someone with a degree <-- rubbish)

When I see a wedding invitation which doesnt only bear the names of the brides and groom, but also their titles, I bear this level of repugnance towards society. Was it craving for approval from two thousand guest you hardly care about or was it the social pressure to show off that you have been able to obtain a fuckin degree?

Not that I think a education title is not something one should not be proud of. I think one still should be proud of it, its an achievement on its own right. Earning a degree is not all so easy, one is required to perform to a certain level until one can wear an education title.
but its not everything.

Education is a lifelong journey. It doesnt stop at BSc, BA, Msc, MA or PhD.
It doesnt stop at the letters Dr, Assoc. Prof, or Prof. in front of your names.
Wisdom is not the monopoly of those who wear those titles.
Intelligence is not by default owned by people wearing those titles.
it is not.
not.
no.

winter walk

Typical European building; old and narrow - Leiden

Typical dutch winter landscape - Leiden

The Kanaal and bridges in Lombok, the neighborhood where I currently live - Utrecht