the longing nightmare

#tatika (three sentences story) in #English_language #poem_taste ~ #PutriSarinande #menulis

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a catastrophe welcomes me who find. in the darkness that cannot be refined. i never, ever since, exist in your mind.

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13 October 2019

Larik Tercabik, dual_bahasa, dalam penjara batasan Twitter-140-karakter

HEART-TO-HEART

i do not hold grudge. i just remember well.

HATI-KE-HATI

tidaklah aku mendendam. aku hanya mengingat dengan baik.

 

= Putri Sarinande, 14 Juli 2019 =

 

19 kata dalam 125 karakter: paket judul dan isi, bilingual Bahasa Inggris dan Bahasa Kalbu.

my everything

ode: my kid_bro
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and after years
as all those things through
we finally learn
how to tie this relation
i just cannot stop loving you
through the rain and the storm
along with the sunshine after the rain
you remain my everything
for good
.
your sister, 8 July 2019

Ied Mubarak – Happy Festival

in the land of the god(s)

shall we humans get civilized

land of punt, and for centuries afterwards

Hellas and Uttarakhand in between, to get humanized

then,

some get drowned in sadness and sorrow

or,

being devote and sacred while letting the hatred flow

 

here in the land of many lands

shall they think of being civilized

from the knowledge of the hidden

to the knowledge and wisdom shown

Fake Faith Festival

here comes a tripartite survival

 

( © Putri Sarinande )

Indonesia, 5 – 6 June 2019

 

fatum brutum – the unchosen tragedy

if only i could burn you all in hell
but what the hell is hell anyway
if only i could burn myself in hatred
but what hatred that loathed me
if only i could burn you all in hell
the hell made up of silent grief
as well as the unspoken sorrow
but what the hell is hell anyway
if only i could burn the unfathomed hatred
the hatred that loathed them on love
as well as the improbable destination
but what destiny to mourn
amor fati, thou all shall die
i should just remain silent
survival of the fittest
put an end to the unchosen relationships
amor fati, thou all shall die
as well as those unchosen relationships

Crb, 12 April 2019
#lariktercabik English version (and a lil Latin)

because life begins at 40

therefore, i have time to plot my life back on its path. nope. nope that social media named mPath. so, let’s start Lazy Blogger! just like what i posted on my Indonesian version of Princess’ Archieve Closet, i start this with something ya’all say: contemplation.

a friend congratulated my master graduation in an expression that, normally (or kind of communal say),:is addressed for mariage. “selamat menempuh hidup baru, Mput!” which means, literally, welcome to your new life. and that really, reflects my achievement. i finished what i’ve started though i started it wrong.


the campus was Universitas Pendidikan Indonesia, the department is Pendidikan Bahasa Inggris. a uni that deals with education, and the expected output was, developing or learning (?) the English teaching in Indonesia which, i am not that interested. this following picture shall start the explanation.


i am interested in the hybrid-knowledge. linguistics with anthropology and forensics. that, shall be a passion. as i am calling the uiverse now, by composing this post, i try to maintain my competence of local languanges (Sunda and Cirebon; Sunda is also a tribe but Cirebon is a transit area, my homeland) while willing to learn more other languages.

i will still struggle my willing but, life is a choice. uh..

anyway, as a lazy blogger, i also try to make myself commit blogging. meanwhile i am writing this post, i am thinking of the interesting knowledge i learned during my master: English Grammar and that syntax tree. or “tatangkalan sintaks” in Sunda language. damn cool knowledge for my mind.

in addition (this kind of conjunction, thanks to Thesis writing), i wonder about the idea, and in practice, of Room to Read. excuse me? nah! I am that Indonesian who ain’t hell care with ‘pursuing marriage in order to be complete’ for I myself, is already complete. hang on, did i grammaticlly correct? what did i try to say? i just want to live my life to the fullest.

to close this scattered-writing, the imge below shall give an additional explanation of what makes me give my focus and state it: this is it!


am i gettin older? nah! i don’t feel like it. que serra que serra, uh.. SAPERE AUDE! \(>_<)/

Regards from This so-damn-exotic Blogger 

12.35 A.M. of monday. 9 january 2017.

Plagiarism Needs a Better Definition

This is a must read…! All the sh*t comes about: beware of plagiarism. #campus-thing, my campus currently.

Rottin' in Denmark

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There’s this parable that economists always tell.

Your car breaks down and you take it to the mechanic. He opens the hood and looks at your engine for a few seconds. Then he takes out a little hammer and taps it on the top. Suddenly it works again.

‘That’ll be $100,’ he says.
‘But all you did was make a little tap!’ you protest.
‘The tap, that’s $1,’ he says. ‘Knowing where to tap, that’s $99.’

Like everyone else who writes for a living, I’ve been reading the Fareed Zakaria plagiarism allegations with a knot in my stomach.

Here’s what we know so far:

In 2012, Zakaria blatantly yoinked a Jill Lepore (love her!) paragraph in an article he wrote about gun control. He got busted and he apologized.

Dude has written for legit every publication, so his current employer and his alma maters investigated his old work for copy-pastage. They…

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Being Time in Kenya with Heidegger

Will be checking later on. Yes, too much reading kills. I am currently in that state.

Global Sojourns Photography

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The concept of time is fascinating. From physics to philosophy, the notion of time is difficult to define.

From our normal existence in the world, we often define time as ‘fleeting’ in the sense there is never enough. Frustration builds as the majority of time is spent catching up on work…work that is always running further and further away.

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The more worry about time, the less there is.

This has been the script for me this year.  Just as I am ready to celebrate and enjoy autumn, this great season is fading fast.

Back in September, I noticed the leaves turning color. But instead of picking up my coat and heading out, I dropped my head for a quick analysis of work and business only to look up a couple of months later to find winter staring me in the face.

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Pushing open the window, a gust of cold wind…

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A little story after the whole CROWD.

Well. What to start?
First of all there was Thesis Proposal deadline, yeaaa deadline – not just dateline.
Secondly, meanwhile there was Conaplin 7. An international conference of applied linguistics. I forgot the theme now, later on.
Meanwhile during the previous two: there was WALS World Association of Lesson Study, 2014. I was a volunteer for Interpreter Team. Got contacts with others. As I also introduce my own Institution: LKP Putri Gemilang (q nonformal education institution, most likely courses – specific in languages, so far there are English and Indonesian for foreigner using English as A Lingua Franca.

That’s all for now. Later on I will share real writing and the photos. Hohoho,,,

At a kind of junkfood cafe,
Bandung 28 Nov 2014.

The (real) Swan did exist

it doesn’t mean that i wanna tell The Swan (the ugly duckling turning into an adorable awesome goose) is fuckin tricky or awful. just wanna share the feelin i got right now, just by the checkin an old friend’s Instagram (mine is @duniaputri just in-case you readers wanna check).

i knew her since we were at secondary school. she seemed to have a naturally good body-shape since the beginning. she sometimes were clumsy. once she borrowed my belt – back then, it’s part of our school’s rule that we must wear a belt besides the uniform.

didn’t mean to say that i was cool since the beginning. damn 😝 i ain’t cool at all. and what is cool, said Shakespeare. well. okay. for such a naturally born in good-shape and look, she – that friend, was supposed to be famous. isn’t it that rule of such days, at schools. she was just like the way i am. or perhaps she was indeed popular, and i just didn’t know.

now. after years, that each of us have been through. voila 👏

she still keeps her good shape and look, she even look more beautiful – as elegant she could be. perhaps now she can and know how to do something with the cosmetics. geez, sorry. just kidding.

well, don’t care with her personal life. it’s her own business. i feel happy for her. it’s awesome. or perhaps i envy? well, so so. we were just secondary students (there’s no point of this line)

so what is the conclusion. dunno. do not expect such a conclusion from a random writing as Personal Blog (am i professional? that’s another topic..)

faculty building, Bandung
Tue, 13 May 2014