Anger

I do not know why, but in the last few days I've become more of an angry person. I snap out of my wits quicker, I raise my voice more, I don't keep cool at times I need to be, and I now keep grudges. Grudges, I keep. I don't usually do that.

So why do I become like this?

I don't know.

What I know is, I should stop this kind of attitude. I should be back to my old self, a calm person at all times.

Before something bad happens.

L'art de Vivre la Difference

Hope I wrote that right.

I was inspired by a jewelry store advertising in a mall yesterday. It has those words on it, translated into English, "The Art of Living a Difference". Or maybe not exactly that, you know, since French can't really be translated into anything. But more or less it's about living a different life.

It got me thinking about the difference we all have. Every single one of us differs from one another. Not only that we are separated by genes, we also have different mindsets. Despite all of that, you who read this are probably my friends, or those who know me. Despite all the differences, we can accept each other, and live together in this world.

So, how important is being different?

Being different is actually the most prestigious thing a human can have. It is the ultimate pride to be someone that is on top -- different from the others under you. Difference form the true you, a personality that is only one in this world, that separates you from everyone else. Without a difference, we have no identity. Only a single diminutive piece in this world. And then we will wonder, why are we here?

All in all, difference is one of the most basic needs of Humans. To survive in this world, we have to accept some things that are different from us, learn from it, and continue on living.

Maybe that's the part where Lord Hitler failed to understand.

French Fiesta

I've been learning French for two years before I stopped last year. It was because of the rising pressure in school to pass the final exams and get good grades. That, and I have to get into the second-best university in Indonesia.

And I did all of those.

But I lost my French skills horribly.

So, last Thursday I went to a dinner with my French-Learning classmates. Haven't seen them in quite a while since our little picnic to Puncak a couple months ago. It was fun and nostalgic, and I got to see one of them, a cute woman, now has become a beautiful mother. We laughed all the way, and talked about the ongoing rumours around. We were having a great time together. Then, when it came to talking in French, I was quiet.

I was thinking about taking another try to learn French in Bandung, my soon-to-be city to live. There's an ex-teacher of mine who teaches in one of the universities there. Hope I can learn more, especially about romantic quotes. I love saying those things to my girl.

Well, the first step towards learning French is to change my blog into that language! Yay!