Friday, March 28, 2014

Taste

Hi all,
Now I'm writing in the middle of the night because I can't sleep. There are so many things overwhelming my brain right now, and still can't get rid of it, so I decided to blog.

Yes, I'm discussing about what is written on the title, it's about TASTE.
What is taste? Why am I discussing it btw? Is that important?
Well, it's just a pop of my thought, finding something unusual to write. hehe.
Ok back to topic, what is taste?
Taste is when I like this kind of song rather than that kind of song.
Taste is when I prefer this kind of fashion rather than that kind.
Taste is when I love this kind of person rather than that.
and so on.
Taste is original, you don't know why you like it, you can't find reasons.

If you like something because it's up-to-date so u feel like following it, it's not taste.
If you like something because someone great likes it too, that's not taste.

Having particular taste is important.
Sharpen your sense, find your genuine taste!
Because taste is signature.
Your taste describes you.

I've figured out mine, how about u?


Thursday, March 6, 2014

A Good Dentist



A good dentist must be a good driver, as he/she should balance the pedal of the bur motor.
A good dentist must be a good detective, as he/she should investigate all types of patients and find the essential points in anamnesis.
A good dentist must be a good sculptor, as he/she should carve the identical tooth anatomy of the restoration.
A good dentist must be a good manager, as he/she should manage all the tight schedule and complicated dental office details.

A good dentist must be a good parent, as he/she should expert in handling the pedos.
A good dentist must be a good sibling, as he/she should assume and treat all medical colleagues as family.
A good dentist must be a good friend, as he/she should listen, care, understand about patient’s problem, then always try to solve it.
A good dentist must be a good kisser, as he/she should have a perfect oral hygiene.


So, are you a good dentist yet?

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Daydreamer

Have you ever heard a very beautiful song by Adele titled Daydreamer?
If it's a no, then check this out.




Yes, I really like this song!

Today, in this rainy day, I drove alone to my campus as usual really early in the morning, and was feeling like listening to Adele's songs.
And today, I fell deep in love into this song.

Talking about songs, I always love to listen carefully and understand the lyrics. Here are the lyrics of the song:

Daydreamer
Sitting on the sea
Soaking up the sun
He is a real lover
Of making up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he's never felt her figure before

A jaw dropper
Looks good when he walks
Is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase
But good to catch
And he could change the world
With his hands behind his back, oh

You can find him sittin' on your doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And you can tell that he'll be there for life

Daydreamer
With eyes that make you melt
He lends his coat for shelter
Plus he's there for you
When he shouldn't be
But he stays all the same
Waits for you
Then sees you through

There's no way I
Could describe him
What I'll say is
Just what I'm hoping for

But I will find him sittin' on my doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And I can tell that he'll be there for life
And I can tell that he'll be there for life



After listening to this song (several times in my car. Yes, I do repeat song I love), I remember my childhood.
I used to daydreaming a lot. Yes I did.
Maybe while I was 3 until 5 years old.
I was feeling so comfy daydreaming in hours on my bed.
I think it was some kind of hobby or refreshment for me.
I remember I used to spare special certain time to do daydreaming.
I loved to imagine things I want.
I visioned things or activity I desired to do with people I wanted with at the place I wanted it happened.

Does it sound weird? For me it doesn't.
Now I seldom or never do such daydreaming anymore.
Don't know if I'm too busy or worse, I've lost my dream.

A child is a pure soul with no dirt.
A child does thing they feel it's right
A child can't separate wrong or right, because nothing is.
If only life is like a child's soul, there will be no right or wrong.
There will be no limit.
There will be no gap.
Because everything single thing is equal.
Nor good or bad, nor rich or poor, nor man or woman, nor you and me.

Dream high.
Dream to love.
Dare to dream.
Dare to love.

Liz

Friday, January 17, 2014

Simple is Beautiful

Sometimes, people don’t need that luxurious things
Sometimes, people don’t need that make up
Sometimes, people don’t need that chick shoes or bag
Sometimes, people don’t need that fake expensive beauty

Sometimes, people just need that genuine smile
Sometimes, people just need that humble attitude
Sometimes, people just need that positive aura
Sometimes, people just need that simplicity

Because being simple is beautiful



Friday, May 24, 2013

Home

Is there any place more comfortable than home?

No matter how far you can go
No matter how beautiful one place is
No matter how luxurious other's house is
There is no place more homey and comfy than our own home

There's no other place like home


There's no place better than home

But where should one go home if they don't have any home?
They'll be like me, clinging around from one place to another,
from someone else's home to another's
Trying to have a temporary home

That's not home
Sometimes I feel lost
I want my own home
I miss my true home



Friday, May 17, 2013

Love is

Love is...

When I already know
how moody u are,
how hard u are to handle,
how cold u can be,
how annoying u are sometimes
how ugly u are in the morning,

but i still want u in my life.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Nammyohorengekyo

There is a point where u have done all the best,
and can do nothing but pray and surrender.

That's why people create religion.
To make us feel safe.
To tell us that there is something human can't do.
There is something beyond our power.
That's what people called God, Allah, Myoho.

And there is, indeed...

For me, It's Nammyohorengekyo.