Wonder Mothers

I always wonder why a mother cannot remember how to operate software or application in PC monitor or mobile phone still she can remember everything i ask to her, "Mak, do you know where my jacket is? I forgot where i put it down."

Then Nadia explained it clearly, "it's mothers matter."

Mixed Colors Composition Of Human Face

Sardjono & Tasmilah got 4 children, Mbah Sulardi, Sudiharni (mbahku), Mbah Rum, and the last Mbah Garnadi. They had a huge number of great grandchildren.

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When i looked at my whole family members perfunctorily, suddenly I remembered what my teacher ever said to me, "God create people face in any various shape and color. None of them is perfectly similar to each others. It shows us that God has been being the most perfectly amazing creator in the world with His great Kunfayakun," more or less. Except how people can have any different face from each others, I also realize something arousing my curiousity. It is obviously true that God is perfectly amazing creator in the world and create human face without perfecly similar to each others, I don't deny it. However, His works is not merely KUN FAYAKUN LANGSUNG DADI. There is something undoubtly works into it. So I try to figure it out by using my logical method.

Let's make analogy. Every person has different mixed colors composition. Color Blue X=person X, Color Yellow Y=person Y. If person X marry person Y, then they will have kiddos with Color Green XY1, Color Green XY2, etc. The kiddos will be similar to each others but they still have the different looks (look the number of XY1,2,3). It looks like Color Blue and Color Yellow are blending one another. So every kiddos also has mixed colors composition. As if we mix the Color Blue and Color Yellow on water color pallete for twice or third times or more at different times. So every outcomes doesn't really similar to the result which we mix it every single times. It depends on the composition matter. How much volume and how strong the blue and the yellow are mixing one another.

Then their every kiddos will marry person C or person D or person H or person E or none of them. And they will have any babies with any mixed colors complection again, the example are Brown CD1, Brown EH2, etc. The change process will bulit its mixed colors composition gradually and continually. Just imagine pohon faktor or silsilah keluarga if you can't understand my explanation. It has plentiful of mixed colors composition, so the process and the outcome are like blending colors composition in water color pallete.

In other words, God works on the people face matter by mixing colors composition in genetics method. Do you get my explanation? I don't think so. Don't take it too serious, dude. I am just soliluquizing.

Liberty Statue is The Amusing Athena

I dreamed about New York and Liberty Statue this morning. I went to NY by boat through time machine at wee hour. When the night came, the peripheral of Liberty Island was flooded till the neck of Liberty Statue high point. So it was the golden time to smuggle my self in, together with one of my siblings/friends (I couldn't remember who she/he is). We came into it succesfully. Though, slightly strange, there was no crown on the top of Liberty Statue. Then we saw The Helmet of Liberty Statue flew above the flooding area, nearby The Liberty Statue standing point. The Liberty Statue caught it swiftly. I figured it out that she was like The Amusing Athena, one of beautiful goddesses that I adore her so much. While we were seeing that amusing goddess from a tiny boat, I was totally mesmerized. It was happened in front of my eyes.


After seeing the stunning photograph previously, We went to a statue maker in the slump area. I supposed we were under a bridge. I wanted the statue maker making me a mock of Liberty Statue for $15 (I thought he was going to sell it for $29 more or less, but he accepted the cost that I had offered him, $15). There were many mocks of Liberty Statue with European faces in his showroom. He made all the odd statues and proudly showed it off to us. I was curious a bit about who he was... Where he came from.. He had an Asian face, dark skin, kinky hair, and average high, 160 cm I supposed. His English was not fluently enough. Then I figured it out and suddenly I just knew that he was Indonesian. Hahahaha. Like us. We were brothers.


And then, I also saw a neighbor. He was a painter. Same artists remained here, under the bridge, I thought. When we came to him, he was painting on the canvas by spidols. I thought he was little stupid. He brushed all of the canvas by waxing it off for the finishing. I supposed, he was going to sell it not really expensive, I was pretty sure on it.. Because he was a slump painter. And his painting was a bit clumsy and filthy like hell. His painting was talking about a painter who was painting on the canvas by spidols, and the painter who was in the painting was squating down. What stupid you were (whereas, I also painted on that position once in a while). Anyhow, His painter painting was rather like slightly calligraphy style on every corners of his canvas-he loved to scratch it there.


At the end of my dream, I woke up. My consciousness came out a half way. I thought that today was Friday and I could go back sleep then. After a few seconds, I realized what today was, it was Wednesday. Eventually I knew that I was late to go work. But, wait a second, Friday was also a weekday, right? So it was basically the same with wednesday. How could I miss it? I had to wake up now!

Gossiping

"Women and their complicated situation," He said.

"Women have that things. Because of that, i'm scared of women since i was young. Unfortunately me," i said.

"And... You are a woman..." He said.

"To be honest, I'm scared of myself too.. Women (most of them are emak-emak, i don't know why they do that, is that a kind of culture?) often gossip one another, i hate it for sure. I usually close my ears with earphone when it's started. They irritate me with the nonsense rumors. It can influence my point of view about objects of the gossip. Sometimes when i can't endure my emotion by them, i usually tell my madness to anyone else... 'Man.. I'm getting cheesed off for real.'

I hate it then... It seems like vicious circle. Bang!" 

"Woman are indeed...complicated," He said.

"I think i'm in pms mode..."

"And i think i need to go now..." He nodded, "bye."

"Bye," i waved.

End.