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Early in the morning, I got SMS from Hana. She is my best friend niece. She quoted from Paulo Coelho's Brida. When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat and despair are the tools God user to show us the way.

Suddenly, I wanted to cry. I really need thing to grip. Last night, I dreamed that I cried. But, indeed. I cried. I did not know why I cried. I'm fine. I just need strength to set up again my way. To find a new map. I need the direction. I've just lost my old one...

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For the last few days, I contemplate about my current live. Is it in the right track? Do I do it with all passion? Suddenly, I found something, that I'm no such big different with Any Sacks, the character in Devil Wears Prada.

For the last five years, I have been with the same job. My work is great. I enjoy it, indeed. But, sometimes, I feel that I'm in the wrong place. For somebody who knows me better, does not believe that I'm dealing with that such issues in my work. I enjoy it since I travel to many places, I meet new people and I do learn from them. I have many wonderful experiences. I earn enough to support my personal life.

But then, I realize that I'm still in the same point. I feel like Santiago, the shepherd, who found that his life had been so perfect. He'd been around Spain with his sheep. Then, he dreamed about finding treasure in Egypt. The, the adventure began. He sold his sheep and went to Egypt. Even though, he did not know anything about Egypt, and how far it is from Spain. The future is unsure, if I can say. But, he was not afraid. He just believed in his dream.

This time, I have to be like Santiago. I have to sell all my sheep. And, catch all my dreams. I know, the future is uncertain.

As an epilog, I remember the last scene in Devil Wears Prada, when Andy threw her cell-phone and left her boss in Paris.

Some Love Folklores

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When I was in Jakarta last year for my Zomer Cursus, I met my old friend. A boy. We had up and down relation during the college years. He took me to some awesome places in Jakarta (I hate Jakarta, but he could show me other face of Jakarta). We went to Fathahilah museum, Wayang museum, Ancol, and Sunda Kelapa Harbour at last. We took some wonderful pictures there. While he was holding my camera, he took a woman's picture. Snapshot. That woman was also taking pictures of her friends. He said, "She is pretty, isn't she?". I said, "Yes, she is" As the night has fallen, we decided to go home. I went to hotel where I stayed. And he went back to his boarding house. He had appointment with his friend. A few days later, I went back to Surabaya.

Two months later, he sent me an SMS. He said, he had an appointment with the girl that we met in Sunda Kelapa. They would meet in a coffee bar.
I asked him, "How did you find her? You even has not met her before"
He replied "Through internet" I wondered, how came. I heard some same stories. But I still wondered. Then I googled his name. And, I found how he finally found her. Through magical website. www.fotografer.net. My friend and that girl are member of that web.

They met a few times before they decided to be lover. Until now, they are still together and have decided to go to the next level. Hmmm...

But sometimes, I still wonder..
It reminds me to a movie SERENDIPITY.

II

My classmate, for almost 10 years had relation with the same guy. Since Junior High School. They knew each other very good. So did their family. They started to have relationship when my friend was 12 years old. And the guy was at the same age. Once, she told me, that his boyfriend was the only one who understand her. They could completed one another. Took and gave between them was really amazing. They were just inseparable. Nothing on earth could set them apart. They spent their youth with this relation.

When my friend in the third year of college, her boyfriend broke her up. Without any reason. I wondered, she did not even cry. She laughed. Other girls in my class were crying, said sorry to what happened to her. Even though they broke up, they continued to call each other. Shared stories. Chatted each other. Just like when they were together.

One month later, she heard that her ex got married. To one that she never knew. She said, "It's OK. He's not for me" She continued her life alone. One month passed, then she found that it's not easy to forget her ex. Then she realized, that it was so hard to live without him. They grew up together. Spent their youth. Something that made my friend does not lose him, they still have good relationship. They still be friend. Tell each other stories. Maybe it is really hard to do so.

A week ago, my friend admitted, that her ex, has stolen all of her youth. She had no choice when she was young. She never went out with anybody else but him. That is why it's so hard to forget him. I understand and agree with her.

III

It is the folklore from my other friend. A woman. Once, she told me about her current relationship. With a married man.
"I fall in love with the right and wrong guy" she said in her thrilling voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
" See, I had irregular life. Messy. I had bad relation with my parents. I could not manage my life well..." I nodded. I knew her life. We close. We share the same ideas in books, films and visions. I also knew, how messy her life was.
"Then..."
"He can change me. He's the right guy to love. I love him so much. And so does he. But...the wrong thing is, he belongs to other woman and his children. Although I can say, his wife is not a good wife. Their relation is cold, long after before he met me. But, still, he is a wrong guy for me." she answered me sadly. Her love folklore has not been finished yet. We'll wait for the ending. Is is happy ending? or something that unending?

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Everyone has his/her own love folklore. So, I conclude nothing. No moral lesson. But, love is something that never ends, as long as human beings take O2.

Why Random Thoughts?

Why Random Thoughts?

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This morning, on my way to office, I read Haruki Murakami's book, Blind Willow Sleeping Woman. It's a compilations of his short stories works. I was very absorbed about his writing. Last story I read was Folklore of My Generation. I could not take my eyes off from her. All of sudden, I found myself have very random thoughts about everything. About books, films, lives, travelings, my friends, human beings and many other things.

Generally speaking, there is no relation between Haruki Murakami's book and the name of this blog. Just, the name that suddenly appeared when I had finished reading that remarkable story.