I Heard the Wrong Song

This morning on my way to the office I played only this one song repeatedly, Blank Space from Taylor Swift. And I guess this is a wrong song, not that the song has something wrong – Taylor Swift is really great – or the song likely doesn’t match my age, hey… don’t start thinking how old I am, I’m still young enough for Taylor’s songs 🙂

Y’all have known how a song could influence me so much. Read the lyrics below:

So it’s gonna be forever
Or it’s gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it’s over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

‘Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank space, baby
And I’ll write your name

This song somehow, conjured up the-reckless and impulsive-side of me, which were hidden so deep inside, or I thought so it were. Since the first time I knew what reckless and impulsive mean years ago, I tried to eliminate those traits from me. Well, maybe I didn’t try so hard, because these traits are still easily discovered though. Shortly, I blame that being-reckless and impulsive had been the major reasons for many mistakes and regrets in my life. Therefore, now you can look at the Present Dimple is very cautious about everything.

But I need to be honest to myself, sometimes this Present Dimple looks back at the Past Dimple, she’s wondering “Oh what did I miss? If I just did that silly thing, probably I didn’t have this regret”. Then I will let myself be reckless and impulsive again. And it seems continues to be the case for the rest of my life.

On my attempt to get away of the song’s influence, I read an article on Mark Manson’s blog. It tells about why we are wrong about everything. It’s really a great article especially for people who always feel how hard to be the right person, and do count me in. It says :

Getting somewhere great in life has less to do with the ability to be right all the time and more to do with the ability to be wrong all the time. What are you wrong about today that can lead to your improvement? Because being wrong means change. Being wrong means improvement. Knowledge is an eternal iterative process. We don’t go from “wrong” to “right” once we discover the capital-T Truth. Rather, we go from partially wrong to slightly less wrong, to slightly less wrong than that, to even less wrong than that, and so on. We approach the capital-T truth, but never reach it.

So now I’m a bit relaxed, since I understand that even though I almost always make the same mistakes (twice or more, just to be sure), I know those mistakes are needed in order to grow.


‘Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank space, baby
And I’ll write your name




The Mommy Test

I was out walking with my 4 years old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

“Why?” my daughter asked.

“Because it’s been on the ground, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty, and probably has germs” I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Mommy, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.”

I was thinking quickly. “All moms know this stuff. It’s on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mommy.” We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

“OH….I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the Daddy.”

“Exactly” I replied back with a big smile on my face.

reposted from http://stuffhappens.us/she-never-expected-this-reply-from-her-daughter-prepare-to-smile-13998/

I Wish I Could Remember That First Day

I wish I could remember that first day,
    First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
    If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
    So blind was I to see and to foresee,
    So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
    A day of days! I let it come and go
    As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
    First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
                                       (Christina Rosetti)

Misty Birthday


So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

(John Clare, November)

Happy birthday to me…..

November, Be Good to Me….


It’s the 3rd of November in the year of 2014 today. I think I used to have more wishes in this month, than I have in a new year’s eve. And for this November, I wish my life will run more peacefully. No not a blast one, coz y’know, in order to have the blast one it has to be full of happiness…or sadness. Well got enough with it in the previous months. Not again in my November.

So, now I’m gladly welcoming November and really hope y’all are happy with me, starting to collect the memories throughout the year which gone its way soon in less than 60 days towards.

Memories. New hopes.

Not A Cinderella’s Story


People said that first love never dies,

But they forgot to tell never gave it the second chance.

The past has to remain just as that, the past.

For a time, many years ago, love had grown, love was made, and in the end … love was lost.

Until one day time merged them again, and they thought that the lost love was still there and the promise then had been spoken. Someone thought about giving another the second chance.

Their second chance to make things right were not come easy, for when one mistake was made an unwelcome consequence soon follows. Something out there ripped them apart and they paid the ultimate price … their love.

Obviously, this is not a Cinderella’s story.

The Different among Beautiful, Intelligent, Beautiful and Intelligent Women


Do you know what’s the different among beautiful, intelligent, and beautiful and intelligent women? We could know on how they wake up….

Beautiful women: they wake up on someone’s bed and not sure what’s his name; uhm, what was he said… Johny or Pony, something like that…

Intelligent women: they wake up on her own cold bed, feel all alone and lonely.

Beautiful and intelligent women: We don’t sleep, we’re too busy writing.

I know, I know….being modest is hard sometimes 😀