I am not.

Breakfast conversation while still munching on cereals and strawberries.

Mom: "Kamu kenapa, kak? Are you in love again?"
Me: "Eh, what? No. Why?"
Mom: "All the symptoms are there again... You're mellow, you spend your days in bed, those things you usually despise."
Me: (chuckles) "Nah, I'm not. I don't know who should I be in love with anyway."

Love Letters of Great Men - Beethoven.

When it rains, it pours out here in Jakarta. I woke up to the sound of the grey-skied, morning down pour and decided to spend the whole day in bed to have one of those lazy Tuesdays all alone. But then that results in this, me being wide awake in the middle of the night not being able to sleep ergh. Being a little bored bum that I am, I snuggled around in bed and found the book that I read this evening while munching on various slices of various Christmas cheesecakes: Letters of Great Men, a compilation of nothing but the written words of men who are, well, great.

It was a good read, indeed. Makes you wonder, you know, whatever happens to men these days. They left the romance and pursue nothing but looks and when they're done and bored, the girl's flung out of their lives and the cycle repeats. Darling, chivalry is dead and with the development of technology, there's no way that's coming back to life ):

So here's a little something something to cheer you up and to let you know that men originated as romantic beings and there is still little hope that some of them would go back to the right track. What am I saying... Do read what Beethoven have to say (:


Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827) to his Immortal Beloved

"Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yourself in the realm of spirits - yes, I regerted, it must be. You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you; never another one can own my heart, never - never! O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W. as it is now is unhappiest at the same time. At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life - can there exist under our circumstances? Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day - and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once. Be calm - love me - today - yesterday.
What longing in tears for you - You - my life - my all - farewell. Oh, go on loving me - never doubt in the faithfulness of heart."

Of your beloved, L.
Ever thine.
Ever mine.
Ever ours.

You inspired my honest collection of thoughts.

"We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action." Frank Tiblot.

After mulling about making a blog for a few years or so, I finally gathered enough gut to start one. Blogs have been quite an inspiration for these past few years. Well, distraction might be the best way to put it. They were those little things that kept me from fully concentrating on a particular subject course since you bloggers got so many pretty things posted and sweet things to say! (: Such inspirations! Here I am standing humbly in the midst of your realms trying to start what would, hopefully, be an honest collection of thoughts. Cheers.