Moonwalking with Einsten

Moonwalking With Einstein is not an easy read for me but I am enjoying it!
Tho' Joshua Foer kinda makes me feel like I am way below his league, I secretly admire him. If you pay attention really closely, this book has a fair share of dry humor  (I like!) despite it being a true science genre!  

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Life as Marilyn Knows It

Everyday is a blessing, and waking up wagging your tail is the only way to greet morning as it breaks. Oh, with a hundreds of kisses on 'my human's' sleepy face too.

A walk on the beach is too hard. I say run. 'My human' sometimes forget to bring our ball but I can always find another one on the beach, laying unattended. I am sure no one would mind. I mean, people are kind and sweet and they have a lot of things to be thankful of so losing a ball on the beach would not bother them.

Thunder storm is unpredictable and can be very scary. But as long as I have a roof on top of my head, I will be alright. Especially if I can still see a glimpse of 'my human's' shadow in another room. I know everything is going to be fine.

Denta stix? Nom...nom...nom

I cannot decide which one I like the best; sunshine or rain? I do not get why mankind can open their blinds to square back how a day is going to be by just looking at the sky. You can soak in the warmth of sunshine... and playing under the rain is just as fun!

Anyone welcome to our house is welcome to my heart. This valids to Axl too, another dog 'my human' brought home a month ago. I like him. Almost as much as I like tennis balls, but not as much as I like denta stix. My friend Mahony has a different idea but that's fine. We are resulting a good dynamic, she and I.

I do not get what can happen in human's life... They can be very angry waking up and going to work, they can cry when it comes to their friends or relatives and even families.
Sometimes, they came home with a sour face and they look very weary. My over the top greeting seems to always work its magic to cheer them up. Once they caress me, I think my happy energy got transferred to them too. But still, I do not understand what can cause their unhappiness. I mean, I know thunder storms can be very scary but humans are bigger than me... So, it cannot be thunderstorms... It must be something else.

Every meal is a bliss. And I will finish them to the very last crumbs. I am thankful for everything that is given to be by 'my human'. 

Whenever 'my human' is away, I just spend time thinking of them and waiting earnestly so see them coming home and end their day with me snuggling in their arms. I would like to let them know that tomorrow is another happy day.

Oh, did I say that Life is a blessing?

One fine day at the beach.

What's your retirement plan?

Did I just ask you that? Sounds too far ahead? 

I would love to lie to myself and say "Ah, that's still ages to come." But you and I both knows, that days, weeks, months and years will fly in a bullet speed. So yes, let's talk about what's your plan when the work force is no longer your first identity.

A few years ago, I may not have had the gut to say what I am about to say... but now I think I am there. Someday, (and judging from my most likely to working 'law of attraction power ' *wink,... I trust that it will happen).

I will leave the industry that I am now in, once and for all and 'slave' myself to fight for animal rights. Though the idea of joining rangers in the wilderness still frightens me, I know I can take part in it at some level. Working at the animal shelter, learn their language and characters, travel to bring out more of a 'humanity bent' of the society, and the world. Ah, no, I am not drafting a beauty pageant contest speech :).
My love for animals has been built since I was a toddler and now, it has gone enormous. Not only for dogs. I was tempted to share you links of recent happenings here in...my very own country. Sumatran tigers and elephants were slaughtered to fulfill mankind's greed and hunger of filthy wealth. But nah... I do not want to cry again :'(.

I cannot do much now, and maybe neither can you, my sweethearts. But if you want to partake in preserving the earth and its beauty, including the animals, you can contribute a sum of donation here: donate for animals rights . I did and am not looking back.

ps: What's this idea below sound? :)

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Washoe's Language of Love

Washoe was a female chimpanzee who was the first non-human to learn to communicate using American Sign Language, as part of a research experiment on animal language acquisition. Washoe learned approximately 350 words of ASL.

Kat, her caretaker  was pregnant and missed work for many weeks after she miscarried. Upon Kat's return, she decided to tell Washoe herself by signing"My baby died".
Washoe stared at her, then looked down before finally peered into Kat's eyes again and carefully signed "CRY".

Do I need another reason to love animals more than I love most people? 

Washoe (September 1965 – October 30, 2007)

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Friendzoned

Ah, have you been? Or, are you friend-zoning someone in particular?
Here's and easy way to tell whether or not you are being hauled to that area.

What my Dad Thought of Me

I posted this picture before I moved in to the new hose. But, today, my dear cousin Ruth made a comment that broke me to tears.. In a good way :) Since it means so much to me, I am sharing them as below:

Ruth Sinaga Yes He is indeed...and I remember ur bapak..my tulang bontot...once told me that he always believed that u could stand on ur own...he always had a faith on u...Tress...
To which I responded with saying "Now I want to cry..." And she went on:
Ruth Sinaga Hehehe....I'm sorry Tress...really didn't mean to...Seeing u right now with what u've achieved in ur carreer..makes me remember what he said to me once about u n the good qualities u have in u to survive.

I always knew my Dad and I had this strong bond.... And maybe, we still do. But,  little did I know that he really  thought of me that way, and that he actually talked about me in such honor and pride to people around him and to our families. God's great grace is the only answer why my family and I have made it this far. It's no one's strength. And I still am the same old kid who's easily frightened and keep making mistakes.

But I cannot be thankful enough to hear this message today. I just cannot. Thank you sister Ruth, for reminding me about how beautiful life actually is and what a wonderful man that I grew up with.

What I see in 'Success'

You know...I wrote a whole paragraph and deleted them all just now. I could not get my head around in what I see in success. I really cannot.
My mind works in another way in this case, so here's what success is NOT about.

It is not about the number on your pay-check. That's not how I see success. That's just a bar on how you have worked on your God given talent. Same goes for the title on your business card, or the changes you made to your social media profile.

Not about how powerful your name is to a certain entity, or business. Or what privilege you have in a company. That's a brownie points of your influence so far, and how your company appreciates you and at the same time expecting you to do more. But no, my friend, success is not that... simple.

It is not about being the youngest in the board of directors, nor about what car you drive. Not about successfully tying the knot with someone and breed, or being single and living large. My friend, to this very last words I am typing I still cannot find the most prominent meaning to what a success is. So, I am letting that to be yours to decide. I hope someday, I will find the answer to it too.

Or, maybe this?

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