October 26, 2021
One day I woke up and I felt like I want to draw a cartoon. I drew the first one with only marker and paper, enjoyed it very much and couldn’t stop. I often look at them and hoping that it can bring smile to those who read it. October 8th, 2021, fresh from the […]
December 16, 2017
We go to Vienna every year (also before our son was born) and always stay at the same hotel in the University area. However, I just found out yesterday that Kurt Gödel lived there in the hotel building when he was a student at University of Vienna. Gödel was a mathematician and first time I […]
March 7, 2017
My father is my personal secret sadness: his image emerged in my melancholic moments, long sleepless nights and days wasted by anxiety. Every time I am aware that he is forever gone; and how he threw his life away: I become overwhelmed with sadness and pity. My aunt told me about his dying (I was […]
February 13, 2016
There is this girl who thinks of the worst, If there is danger she knows first, Trembling believing her heart burst, Every foot-step feels like a curse. Life is bigger, But not for her, She goes under, To feel safer, Drown deeper, Her poor soul whimper. Don’t go there, she cries, Those are places, Where […]
April 3, 2013
For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don’t look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. – Milan Kundera (The Book of Laughter and Forgetting)
March 30, 2013
I might have misread you. I do have problem in reading you. Sometimes I think it is impossible to know what you actually mean, what we actually mean; for human’s minds and emotions are very complex, for people are different and have different intentions, for it was one of those casual encounters but I take […]
March 28, 2013
Samotnosc (original title: Solitude) is a short story by Stefani Hid. This is a polish version translated by Natalia Laskowska (It is originally written in Bahasa Indonesia). __________ Doktorze, czuje sie osamotniona. Wcale nie mieszkam w strzezonej wiezy na bezludnej wyspie, ani w nieodkrytej przez nikogo dzungli. Nie jestem dróznikiem kolejowym w jakies odleglej wiosce. […]
March 28, 2013
Madznun (original title: Majenun) is a short story by Stefani Hid. This is a polish version translated by Natalia Laskowska (It is originally written in Bahasa Indonesia). ___________________ Madznun to pasozyt. Przykleja sie do innych ludzi, jak larwa do liscia. I bez przerwy sie zmienia, jak kameleon. Dopasowuje sie do otoczenia, kiedy tylko ma na […]
May 8, 2022
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