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“To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man’s injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man’s superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman?”

— Mahatma Gandhi. And never do I regret not to be born as a man who has limitations to beauty.

A Long Way Down with King Solomon to Picture the Survivor of Leagues Under the Sea

It’s really hard not to be all enthusiastic when I got tons of new things to read and it’s not yet overdue. Moreover after I just found out a very handy dictionary feature in my hand phone that I wish to attached some strange foreign language with no all-to-the-good means to it other than English to Indonesia and vice-versa. Kampung, yes guilty for that, for owning my phone over a year and just realized it recently.

Anyhoo, my holiday is just begun!
Oh my thank you thank you.

Tangible Sextuple

So recently, in the last holiday that me and all of my friends at our third year of college have before we ought to face all the so-called the beginning of adult phase like kuliah kerja praktek in June 2011 holiday, Tugas Akhir junkie all year-long at the fourth year, and other preparations to be able to graduate from our evilish campus which lies at someplace in Jalan Ganesha, I have spent most of my unproductive time in home watching this one hip television serial called How I Met Your Mother (thanks to my half time boy friend and full-time third big brother* that copied the whole 6 season to my external HD). Kind of love the serial, though I didn’t really see it coming due to my personal hostility of anything that being over-hyped.

I can recall some of my favorite episodes, such as the sweet episode of Maggie Wilks, episodes when Robin and Barney were dating, or the search of the gang’s doppelganger which reminds me why I write this other post containing my uncontrollable murmur and free show of my lack of focus.

Their games of searching for the doppelganger for each gang member makes me reminiscing the time when me and my lovely girls back in high school found our own twins. Not all of us got the luxury to see our face attached to someone else’s body. Though it’s better than to see your face attached to a body with opposite genital which really occured to one of my best friend that her sex is coincidentally happened to be a bit hard to trust too. Haha.

Well me, I got the honor to see mine is one of my seniors who is pretty and incredibly skinny, so my girls said although I think my doppelganger doesn’t have my round face and my annoying thick messy hair. But then in college, I see more of them, or more appropriately my friends think they see, that got me to think do I still have to be honored? Or should I be bothered? Or should I start to try to be unique?

No no I shouldn’t. Any tiny differences in personalities ought to blur all the similarities. But maybe I could consider to cut my hair really short, or end my relationship with zombie skin.

Hmm.

*this gives me reason not to change my spoiled side, hehe