Brave Little Prince

That brave little prince has arrived. His name is Muhammad Kafka Firdaus. Born in the 18th of May, 2006, he's weighted 3,16 kg, with length 46 cm. May Allah always be with him. Let's hope the best for him as well.

Men vs Women

Intro-ed with a morning light discussion with Yoseptin, we entered a heavier theme: about this patriarchism things. Our main discussion goes to "who must take the blame for what so called consanguinity-culture that become a global concern lately?"

We know that God create women (Eve) just to accompany Adam. That's it. That's a women role. They're just supplementary.

So, God did not fair isn't it? Most probably, this fact become  a main cause for feminism movement; because women were created unequally with men since the beginning.

Is there any other explanation about the women role in this world, so that we can get rid off the thoughts which conclude that this world is patriarchal? Please tell me.

Getting madly obsessed!

Yeah, that's right. I think I'm getting obsessed of having my own domain and hosting. The prove is: I, recently, buy a domain name plus webhosting for US$23,9, hahaha. Pathetic web-addict motherfucker!

And not in a distant future, I will move this blog to http://denbag.us. So, what is happen to me? An easily-bored person or just a narcissus wannabe? 

This blog was dedicated to…

Hehe. Initially, I wanted this blog to become a kind of, hmm, 'kawah candradimuka' (I dunno this term in English, hiks) of my English language. Because I feel that my English is not enhanced significantly for so many long time since high school. Maybe, through this blogwriting (and any other mean) I may start over getting use to it.

But, I think language is just an arbitrary tools of communication. So that any languages will make up their obligation as long as the arbitrary function accomplished. Maksudnya, ya sudahlah, bahasa apapun bolehlah ditulis di sini, hehe… 

Doubt in me

Lately, I have found that writing a blog is more enjoyable than making short stories like I used to do. Is this syndrom closely related to my laziness to explore ideas, and blooming self-creativity?

One of my best friends talked to me that I was such a multi-talented person, a lucky person in her opinion.

For once in a while I consider that as a compliment. But then I realize that I’m not that damn good. A a matter of fact, I feel very strange of being myself.

So?