"Jika Allah Berkehendak, Dia Mahakuasa Untuk Menciptakan Semesta Sekejap Saja", Tulis Imam Al Qurthubi,

i get it last night. But don’t sleep too much because i end up tired when i woke up.

Barnard Bulletin, New York, November 22, 1938

And also they make Hannibal is so perfect and fbi so dumb. Even the smartest fbi agen became cannibal T_T

anyways

Man that's deep.. T_T

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Adakah prinsip baik yang dulu kau yakini, namun makin bertambah umurmu kau mulai melupakannya?

Beberapa malam lalu, seorang guru membahas satu hal sederhana. Tapi bagiku ia bagai sambaran petir luarbiasa. Tausiyah itu berjudul: "Uluwwul Himmah", semangat yang tinggi.

"Kita tidak bangkit dan maju, karena himmah kita receh. Semangat kita redup", sebuah kalimat yang sebenarnya biasa, tapi ia menggugat kepala para manusia dewasa yang mulai menyerah pada mimpi-mimpinya.

Untuk bersemangat saja, banyak di antara kita yang mulai enggan.

Sihir rutinitas membuat kita mati rasa. Semangat besar yang dulu pernah berkobar bahkan kita senyumi sinis karena kita menganggapnya polos dan tak berguna. Beberapa di antara kita, sekadar semangat saja sudah tak punya. Apatah lagi untuk menyelesaikan impian dengan sempurna.

Dulu, kita yakin betul dengan mimpi. Dulu, kita antuasias untuk lakukan banyak hal dengan penuh energi.

Ya, aku tahu realitas membuat kita kaku. Kenyataan meremukkan ekspektasi. Komentar orang membuat kita enggan mencoba lagi. Tapi, apa cuma segitu kita pernah punya nyali?

Tausiyah malam itu, tentang "Uluwwul Himmah", tentang memiliki semangat nan tinggi untuk mewujudkan hal besar. Itu kan yang sering kita bahas ketika masih berseragam putih abu-abu? Ia hadir lagi menggedor pikiran dewasamu yang mulai menjalani hidup sekadarnya saja.

Pantas saja ada orang yang hidupnya hanya sampai usia dua puluh lima, tapi baru dikubur ketika umurnya tujuh puluh lima.

Mari merenung kembali atas perjalanan yang sudah lumayan jauh ini. Adakah ia telah menyerah; atau masih yakin dan punya kemauan mengubah keadaan?

i used to think English language is the best for poet. Man, I'm wrong. That's translated from Arabic's poet

They asked “do you love her to death?”

I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

if we should protect children because they are vunerable, this means you would protect cruel children who bullies people who different than them then. the children who responsible to trauma for someone else's entire years

You're assuming that "protecting" children is the same as absolving them of responsibility and that's not what I said. All children are vulnerable, because all children are children; they don't come out of the womb with a perfectly working moral compass anymore than they come out of it waiting to hurt people--they're vulnerable because their understanding of the world is entirely at the mercy of what we, as adults, consistently tell them and show them. Children behaving cruelly aren't exempt from that--they learn that cruelty from somewhere, or someone. Your job, as the adult, is to make sure they understand that it's unacceptable so it will not happen again--but your job is also to ask why someone that young is behaving this way to begin with, so you can ensure they become better.

"Protecting" kids is not ignoring when they hurt or torment others, it's not refusing to teach them consequences or right from wrong, it's not "zero tolerance" policies in schools that treat a child being bullied and the child bullying them as equal instigators, and it's certainly not protecting them from recognizing, and atoning for, the pain they have caused someone else. You don't have to make peace with the now-adults who hurt you when you both were kids, but you cannot let the horrors of your own childhood impact how you treat or respond to the children living theirs around you right now, either.

You don't protect kids so they can get a free pass for bullying or tormenting another child. You protect them because kids are impulsive, emotionally reactive, and profoundly social (which means deeply impressionable) human beings who are still learning & processing insane amounts of information every day about what it means to be alive, to be alive as yourself, to be alive as yourself with other people. Protecting them is realising that you can't isolate the responsibility of a 10 year old from the bigger responsibility of the literal grown adults around them, adults who are in charge of teaching them about the world and how to behave in it. Whether you have children of your own in the future or not is completely irrelevant to this; we all become those adults eventually--no matter what happened to us as kids.

Peeling back the anxious thoughts is the toughest part, but it helps so much, especially when you write them down! Some of my favorite techniques:

1. What is the worse case scenario, and could you live with it?

2. What would you tell a friend going through this?

3. Will you remember this is in 5 years, or will you overcome it like you did with your past challenges? 

I’ve been thinking about this little analogy for a bit, and it’s helped me reduce the weight a recent stressor has had on me. A manufacturing issue had been making me anxious this past few week, but when I stripped it down, it was just another blip that I’d deal with. I realized I had been adding all these layers of anxious thoughts onto something that I’d definitely overcome, even if the worst case happened. So I hope picturing your anxiety as an onion with a smaller, baby stressor inside can help you lighten the load of your anxieties!

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And that’s on that💅🏻

Okay, that's cute moment

boba: would you slap your best friend in the face for a million credits?

fennec: i’d roundhouse kick you in the face for free.

boba, tearing up: i’m your best friend?

I like the clannibal one, it's so sad in the film they don't get their happy ending together :'

NBC Hannibal was romantic because Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham saw each other and silently agreed that "You are sick, yet I will love you. You are sick but I will ingest you into my system and it will cause me a great deal of pain but I will not care. Loving you is never dirty work."

The last setences got me laughing :V

Hi my name is Count Doctor Hannibal Lecter VIII M.D. im a cannibal (that’s how I got my name) and I have shiny brown hair with gold streaks and silver tips that reaches my mid-neck and maroon eyes that reflect red pinpoints like limpid blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Sandro Botticelli (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lady Murasaki but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cannibal but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale golden skin. I’m also a doctor, and I own a psychiatric practice in Baltimore where I help my patients (I’m forty-seven). I’m an aristocrat (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly brown. I love Garrison Bespoke and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a brown plaid suit with a matching silk pocket square and a blue paisley tie, blue socks and brown oxfords. I was wearing pink lipstick, beige foundation, gold highlighter and concealer on my eyebrows. I was walking outside the BSHCI. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of fbi agents stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.