tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89447552575710627492024-10-09T10:42:30.980+08:00A space to share, trying to simplify, crawl for comfort with a wish that life could be a little bit simpler, slightly easier.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17155856183859638863noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944755257571062749.post-49664248892834646672015-05-08T19:09:00.004+08:002015-05-08T19:09:48.529+08:00

Political education is something I have never formally been exposed to, it has always been informal encounter and engagement and a topic I claim no expertise on. True, the broad theme of my PhD research revolve around politics, economy and ecology. Yet, in the process of learning, and attempting to comprehend the relationship between economic growth, political will and environmental degradations

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dear friends, considering conditions I am about to describe below:(a) my impending arrival at home correlated to (b) exponential increase of "items" some of you requested, under the circumstances of (c) minimal financial flexibility, (d) a degree of time constraint due to tight working schedule and (e) limited luggage allowance I would like to announce that I wont be capable of sparing the

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Back in the day, when scientific development are new and there's still so much to discover, people do research for the sake of knowledge.. Scientist board ships traveling to the unknown world risking so much to come home with new understanding of the world. Research that actually expand the world knowledge, research that actually move civilization forward.People do research for many years and

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winter sun is rising, it was 9 am yet the glow barely begunas the sun continue to rise, the sunlight floods the landscape, giving it a nice warm colortowards 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

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putting every single fabric in sight into the washing machinemopping the floor over and over againrearranging the furnitureas if I am doing the same with my life.clean.repair.rebuildmaintenance

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It was one of those daysnearly mundane, hardly routineafter such productive week (and weekend) pages of writing, hours of brainstorms and floods of inspirationexhaustion kicked inleave the bed when the skies barely turn lighter shades of blue and greycome home after darkstaring at the mess in the roompiles of dirty (and clean) clothes I can't seems to tell the differenceuncooked dinnercold

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I signed up for 365 projectthis self-imposed challenge will require me to take at least one photo each day for a yearits a training for commitment and consistencyyeah, commitment and consistencyexercising my photographic curiositycreativity is like a muscle -- it can be built, strengthened and made flexible through use-Jim Krausecheck out my progress here

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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

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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 candidateI let the thought sinks in a little bitfew years ago I wouldnt dreamed of this, I could easily recall the struggle just to

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Typical European building; old and narrow - LeidenTypical dutch winter landscape - LeidenThe Kanaal and bridges in Lombok, the neighborhood where I currently live - Utrecht

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take me hometo his bedsidetake me hometo his hearttake me home, my darlingfor I am tired of wonderingplease you take me homeand we shall unfold historytake me home babyas your finger traces those fine hairs on my face,we shall unweave the rainbowtake me home sweetheart, bring me back to you

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Remember me when i am gone away Gone away to a memory land When you can no more hold me by the hand Nor I half turn to get yet turning stay Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned Only remember me, please try to understand It will be late then to counsel then or pray Yet if you should forget me for a while And after the words remember do not grieve For if

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I dont like feeling jealous. Almost as much as I dont like feeling trapped. I avoid feeling jealous as much as I can, sometimes avoiding relationship altogether. I find myself feeling jealous today.I dont like this. really. I dont like not-knowing whats going on. I dont like guessing whats happening. I dont like this tingle in my chest. When I feel jealous I physically felt it. Its painful. Its

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Once upon a time, sea turtles thrive in our oceanThey nested and breed in tropical islands spread across the equatorsThey're old, they're ancient, they are the great A'Tuin, the Master Sifu, the wise teacher.Naturally they are always facing struggle and hardship from the moment they hatch until the last breath they exhaledYet they managed to survived.Sadly, the are now facing unprecedented threat

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I love trees, I love drawing and painting trees, coconut trees, ficus trees, ambiguous shape abstractly defines as trees. Trees, trees, trees. Forest. Rich diversity of old, majestic trees. Home to amazing arrays of so many living creatures; shrubs, tree dwellers, mighty flying creature who rested, nested and devour the fruits of these massive old trees, elusive cats roaming the ground underneath

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Perhaps it was this day, 3 years back.I was in a hospital in Singapore, standing by your bed. It was raining like this, the sky was plain grey. Not a patch of blue in sight. It was raining the whole day.We both stare outside the glass windows of the ICU, I occasionally check the numbers on the screen, being very worried. Its a machine I dont know the name, but I know tells me how bad your lungs

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When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate everysecond

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I am scared yet hopefulthe notion of being in love is something so beautiful, yet frighteninggiving in, surrender to the possibility of getting hurtwhile holding my breath and claim confidenceits gonna be okyou gonna be okI have found a man so wonderfulsomeone who compliment me so welltogether we are like enzyme and its substrateeverything seems so perfect and i feel at peace when i am by his

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suc·cu·lent [suhk-yuh-luhnt]–adjective1.full of juice; juicy.2.rich in desirable qualities.3.affording mental nourishment.

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I am not a morning person, but some morning are worth getting up as the sun arise above the horizon

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Singkil-Trumon Road Development; Gift for the People or Beginning of Future Disaster?This article is intended to respond to Sadri Ondang Jaya article published in Serambi Indonesia (27 April 2011). Aforementioned author has accused conservationist and environmentalist who try to stop the Singkil-Trumon road that will cut through sensitive peat-swamp forest as “preventingcommunities to benefit

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The endless pursuit of tropical paradise, islands i never been, home i claimed yet i never seen

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Looking up. looking forward.seeing what could be the path.where am i going?Memegang erat janji pada diri.I know where I wanted to be. This is not hard. not difficult. I just have to take the small little steps that will take me there.These PhD plans, These job, These forest, These people.and the loved ones. Feeling inspired and thoughtful, yet melancholic and lugubrious. looking up. I'll be

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