Monday, December 30, 2013

There we go again, sweetheart

"Hey guys, remember what I said yesterday about how I've been spacing out lately? Well apparently now I've gone and gotten myself some existentialism crisis. Hope you can help anyhow. :("

I'm not even remotely joking. That was a real message I've just sent from my phone. Funny how these.. crisis, are coming and going as casually as some seasonal colds. Maybe I'd better off taking Biology back in school, just to teach myself the names of the hormonal enzymes that are causing them. But then again what's the point.

... I really have to snap out of this anyhow. I'd do some routines, but then again my eyes are getting heavy at this hour.

....

Oh hey, wording it actually takes away some of the gloom. Alright. Pages it is.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

When things get bad

When things get bad and milk turns sour,
friends get busy and some are lost.
Promises are broken, words vaporise,
pillars crumble and skeleton stabs back.

Ink dries up and tears too,
feet feel sore and your heart too,
each shoulders turn cold,
each breaths turn to snorts.

Scratches turn to grazes,
wounds are stretched open.
When spits turns acidic,
curses are veiled with gothic lace
laced with poison.

When night falls and moon vanishes,
stars are shot, planes are landed,
farewell are said, strangers no more.
"Good Night"s are exchanged, then
hope is reborn. We carry on.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

"Understanding other people isn't hard. It's impossible."

So one second I'm thinking too much, and the next moment I'm thinking too little. At one point I'm at fault for not verbalising all the nitty gritty details about basic neatness, and the next I'm blamed for nagging. Again, what's new. Girls.

If every teardrop is a waterfall, then every paradox is a plot point.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Peace on Earth, so far

I said I'm taking hiatus from blogging but I simply can't note this down elsewhere without risking a misconception of me bragging.

Well played. I'm dumbfounded. Like a clever twist at the end of a slice of life plot. A teaser for a sneak peak of the paper - a seemingly deceiving however inspiring lecture - almost half a dozen question on -those- details. Oh Professor, that was so good, I credit my survival to a streak of dumb luck, silly "fangirlism" and serious Divine intervention. Thank God.

And that's one semester down. So now,

allons-y! Cacti must take off and fly.

Monday, November 11, 2013

On Getting Lost

Seriously, awesome weekend. Unreal.

The dream I had was surreal. Me being horrendously late was surreal. The convention I went to was surreal - I was lost more than I thought, met my freaking uni tutor at the artists' alley, who told me it's nice being lost then encourage me to be lost more often, and left feeling totally inspired to learn something new and get some business done. The performance was surreal - I nearly teared up at a scene which was mediocrely played, but the theme hit a little too close. The dinner invitation was surreal, totally unexpected, as well as my spur at the moment decision to pull out a fluffy gift, and the effect it entailed. The cancelled visit, another unplanned supper and the fact that I spent almost all of my call quota in exchange for some amusing banter in the middle of the night were, too.
The next day ran in a more orderly manner, relatively, at least. But some things still managed to escape predictions, still. The very welcoming church community being one thing, and a first bite of a whole birthday cake was another.

When schedules got messed up, when planned meetings were disregarded. When you had to spend more than you thought, and needed not to spend anything when you're prepared to do so. When you. unexpectedly, dissatisfied a person, be satisfied by someone else, satisfied another and be dissatisfied by others without any cause-and-effect link in between. When you walked blindly into unchartered future. When you got lost, in both familiar and unfamiliar places.

What would you find?

Open up your plans and damn, you're free.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Yet another example..

..of classic talk shops guys.

Nope, neither school grades nor education history provide an accurate assessment of one's basic understanding of the simple concept of propriety. Nor is one's boastful talk.

But I guess if the society is able to truly grasp this notion one day, most con men will have to run for their money.


Sunday, November 3, 2013

Fortuna in Futura

The ever-so-unknown moments,
and we are looking straight at it
with stars-glazed aspirations and wonders
in mind, distant dreams
as far and careless as a moon landing.
Such youthfulness,
such beaming optimism that
is our late night bantering.
My friend, retire for the day we shall.

oh dear

Depleting energy + Excessive ideas + Excessive to-do lists + Wrong time of the day = now.

It's fun to have a mind and a universe that never cease to amuse oneself, but really, now..

Crr4y-on

When a group of people thinks you're too serious as a person..

while on the hand, another thinks you're seriously too laid back..

should you be worried about not feeling the sense of urgency of an identity crisis?

...

...

..

Naaah, of course not. Carry on!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Hang in there, Aurelia

..is what I want to say, but writing a script for a film that could only be described as an amateur try at semi avant-garde is UNBELIEVABLY hard when you 're busy lamenting over that unprecedented nap while fighting off signs that just scream out you're coming down with something, so fast that it's probably a free fall from an iceberg into the Atlantic or any of its equivalent.

And that sentence was disgustingly long. Case in point. 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

SAR

For a place to belong, in the middle of time itself.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

And yet another lines that come up as I was forced to ponder about the modern information era

With all these posts in this blog - well, technically, if some shady secret agencies were to decide to hire people to study my writings here and send a person to earn my trust by behaving accordingly just to spy on me, technically, they could.

But when any of these casual civilians don't even bother to do that, I don't see why anyone would attempt it. It's not like I'm that suspicious or even remotely interesting to earn that sort of attention, really. If anything, this log, to anyone else, would just be a mere specimen to show how one may have performed constant reflections of some selected small parts of a life. An anecdotal experience one couldn't really use in answering GP questions.

Thus this web log (or b-log/blog, as the popular term goes) is just a slightly dramatic way to show how an undramatic person I am and the life I am currently leading. Maybe. Well, technically.

By the way, I can see how it is unusual it is to comment on one's personal log, but I keep the comment button up anyway not only for aesthetics. If anyone by some chance (which is understandably small, given the meagre number of readers I have, not counting the bots) has some opinions or an urge to say something, feel free to use it. If not, feel free to not use it.

As the label says, I am talking to a wall, which is not a Facebook wall neither it is an actual, physical wall.

Personally, it's simple for me.

In the age when you can throw any claims, even the conflicting ones and still find reliable cold data and statistics to back it up, religion stands out as a bright dot that glows with a strikingly undying and constant strive for morality. (at least when you're able to spot an essence of it and ignore more of those nitty gritty trivialities the humans created) If some infamously under complains teachings go mostly unchanged for a couple of millennia is not a sign of otherworldly confidence, I don't think I know what is. It's even better when they sing of the virtues you personally endorse in sentimentalities. Warm and forgiving values that often dismissed as illogical by mainstream societies' standard, yet a gentle harmony from a perfectly tuned strings instrument in your mind. That would be a beautiful bonus.

Confidence can be good. When life tosses you around, everybody is saying different things all at once and intrinsic qualities of the much needed love is abandoned, those unmoved pillars of principles standing out, giving a sigh of relief at the familiar sights. Much like how those confident individuals are able to take a couple of deep breaths and stand up in the time of crisis no matter where they may be, looking straight into the depth of dark catastrophe - when all those frantic rats in their lines had fold over and reduced to silent, anxious side glances and pointing fingers. Ah. Those heroes, both sung and unsung. Don't we all admire heroes?


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Check, mate.

Cumberbatch after a car hijacking: "He worried he might just 'shrivel up into a shell and not want to be part of the world.' Instead he woke up the next morning, had a beer and a cigarette, and says he thought, "I want to be part of this. I want to go out and swim and run through the sand dunes and into the landscape. It was a small event in a big country.'"

Small event in a big country.

Small unpleasantness with one individual from a large pool of people.

Made myself a warm tea with milk and generous amount of honey, and then went on to device new plans for some collaborative projects - stuffs that I planned to do yesterday. Check, mate.

And buying good reading materials proved to be a bloody wise investment. Again.

Aftermath

Oh this is just silly. 

And I've spent my coffee allowance yeserday too.

This is a guy who never even bother.

Why should I be bothered again, silly me.

Should I get another cup of coffee?

But really yesterday I've gotten some. It was a good day, really.

Was.

Oh this is just silly.

Composure, composure.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Carpe Diem

Because he's the type that secretly wishes to be surprised, challenged and handed the need to make loops - big, brave jumps; slicing-the-air-with-his-own-living-body jumps - every time he has to handle the routines that he'd done properly to pass the time in between much preferred interactions.

Because she's the type to don those cargo pants and even those wretched waist bags, and go on to enjoy hours of tinkering and doing double checks on the oil levels, all while knowing perfectly that at the same time, she's literally going places around that wonderful and beloved little planet.

It's just that both wouldn't mind a pot of warming drinks brewing on the kitchen for those days when they can afford to enjoy tea time. One day, they probably would have to take care of one of those proper kitchen sets anyway. But for now, the brewer on the small counter in the corner of the cafeteria would do.
______

So one is a silent extrovert, and the other is a friendly introvert! Can't believe this took me ages to figure out.
Told you I can handle (shades-of-white-subtle) romance just fine. Ha!

Friday, October 18, 2013

On Poetic Reasoning of the Unreasonable

All things considered - well, all things that we know at this moment - he is indeed a sad man. A seeker, whose resources or lack thereof restrain him from even acknowledging the act of seeking.

You see, understanding other people is in itself an impossible thing to do, and having the person in enquiry playing a parody of confusion certainly doesn't help.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I'm on anti-depressant

....

I mean chocolate.

Once a band geek...


(After all this time?)

"Always."

After all, I have to thank that era for a lot of things - a decent sense of rhythm, for instance.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Butterfly in me

Being a lucid dreamer, I've 'experienced' many things. Once you realised you're in a dream, you basically know you can do literally anything, in any given situation. I've escaped an apocalypse, jumped off a thirtheen story building, flew on the spot (took a lot of imagination and concentration, but the sensation is simply mindblowing), watched a war rolling on by the sideline and kissed a beautiful stranger on the street, among other things.

Of course, I have to be sure it's just a dream. Sometimes I just have to stop whatever I'm doing and somehow, double check that I'm absolutely dreaming, because in some dreams, it's not that obvious. It wouldn't do if I start throwing myself into the air, in the reality. I'd be a mental. 

Dreams can be a sweet one, a boring one, a surreal one or even an absolute nightmare. In the sweet ones everyone keeps wishing on each other, admittedly there are instances when you know it's going to end, yet you somehow don't want it to. The butterfly has been having too much fun and is unwilling to retire for the day.

Once upon a time,

..there was a man whose dream is to find a little Undying Hope for the future. The rest of the world ridiculed him for that, for they refused to listen to such dream.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

When the Hater learns to love, whatever happens to the Lover?

And in that respect, the term 'childish' is an insult to children... because children, especially with proper moral upbringing, do not behave like that.

So they say I have to be more... tolerating, as a female. Sure, accommodate them all the time, and look. What. Happened.
Pride - whatever it boils down into is a egoistical solidarity of the like. Perhaps there's a reason for it being one of the seven vices.

How many people that have to suffer - how much tears to be wasted, materials to be spent and walls to be hit - until one can get a bloody simple concept into that thick lump of a brain? Does the clear water of tears not moving enough; what, is this another case of that twisted comedy of this era - short attention span syndrome - maybe only bold colours like say, rusty crimson, that'll do the trick? Please. No human should regards himself/herself that low. If any, I'm not insulting anybody's intelligence, not when one does not need any help doing it. Hardly a murder and more like an assisted suicide.

God. How frustrating it is to not have a voice. And I'm not even talking about my sore throat.

C'est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get an idea of that house at all. You have have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!” 

One way or another

After yesterday, I knew I was bound to come up with something. Starting with a sore throat, and of course it had to rain in the afternoon when I'd put away my umbrella in another bag instead of in the one I was carrying. Of course I had to sleep over the last hours of canteens' opening hours. Of course the sausages I have is located in a friend's fridge, hundreds of metres away. Of course my room has to be absolutely -not- soundproofed, and there are a construction work and a Halloween party with their big speakers and loud pop songs playlists (speaking of which, why would one play cheery and melodramatic pop songs at a Halloween party?).

Nevertheless, one way or another I have to start working on this writing assignment. One way or another.

Waltz, though, is fun.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Still loving my sleep, oh yes

Regardless of all, I've been there. I've watched casual verbal trends come and go. The regretfully short but good ones (e.g. literature-based jokes), the painstakingly hard-to-go ones (e.g. the extended slamming of some harmless "sub-standard" literature and music, mainly pop ones) and the annoyingly immortal ones (e.g. the tendency to matchmake two members of seemingly close individuals with opposing genders - cost me about four to seven potential great friends so far; yes I am still bitter about it), among some other types.

Let's face it - one man's comedy can be another's tragedy. It's perfectly normal that there will be people who are not caught up by the mainstream trend, especially when it pokes fun on their pet peeves and all.

Such as the latest trend to slam people's preference to live healthily by associating it with personal weaknesses.

To several people who had been so kind to indulge me in this latest trend, I love my sleeps, thank you. It's a great luxury that some people cannot afford and a a very effective way to keep my mood and stamina above the water level. And you really don't want me to get all cranky, depressive and ill-tempered. Neither I do, in fact. It's not to be associated with childishness also, because it is quite reasonable. On the other hand, overworking yourself to the point of extreme physical and mental fatigue - only to randomly annoy and/or snap at others is childish. And yes I'm weak enough; once or twice I nearly lost my life due to compilation arising from lack of rest and proper diet.

And now I'm probably just doing a quick ranting here, due to me getting a bit snappy - because of me being a bit exhausted combined with a slight lack of sleep.

I rest my case.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Dash away, dash away, dash away

From a long soliloquy to a series of explosive jumps... oh no I'm overloading. Again. Gotta go - class in two hours!

"The grass is greener on the other side.
But you are an honest guy and I'm a bloody honest being.
So I call green when I see green,
and you do, too, you insensitive clot!"

Mange wisa ko?

"Wehane, wehane, wehane toyo."

"Zeime siapa, ko tare mahaley."

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

If I survive this, Dear Me,

I'm treating myself to another round of proper coffee.

So don't mess up and just walk that walk on that narrow, tight string of timeline.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Then again, it's neither here nor there

Nothing make me happy like the way my family does. In a very similar fashion, nothing upset me like no other than it.

Remind me again why I can be so particular, a bit too much even sometimes, about who I want to consider to be my family.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

March on, March boy

Saw the pictures and all. My baby bro is a marching band field commander. :') dammit I should've flown home to watch 

So a week or two ago, a good friend of mine introduced me to this seemingly-trending mobile game. And, bam - what we got here - my former marching band adopted that game as their nation-wide percussion competition's theme. And they - in both the march and the drum-line - did quite well, I gather. dammit I should've flown home to watch 

One by one, your former dreams got realised. The sights you've been wanting to see. The joy. The pride. The rush and the moment he took those steps forward, while having fun all the way. I'm so proud of you - what else can I say?

dammit I should've flown home to watch. 

"How can you still believe something like 'that'?"

Alright, let's keep my answer simple and open, just the way I like most things to be.

Which part of the word "faith" do you not understand?

On not giving up

Yipee yay way, recess week!

Saturday, September 28, 2013

It has been really fun

Um.. kawaii ambassador, chilled cucumbers and sophisticated oysters, among other things? My lol sticks to its intended meaning - laughing out loud. I still am. Even now, you awesome and adorable bunch of people. Laughing is healthy, really. I've been having a lot of fun, and I'm genuinely thanking all of you.

So this is the end of my very first mid-semester in uni. Life's nice. Oh but you know what's coming: the "but eh...". Hmm~ Yeah.



Saturday, September 21, 2013

Oh good

The two of them are so different, yet so alike. They started as friends, gradually moving towards something more. It isn't a smooth journey, nothing like it. It isn't a Hollywood movie either - no frills and quantum philosophies, just normal stuffs; domestic, conservative mixed with youthful ideals. Yet it stands against time, against boredom and fights, mood swings, clashing schedules and irrationalities.

And the harmonies live on - words were conveyed, time was spared, eyes were met, thoughts were exchanged and love was.. is shared.

Glad and relieved to hear them making up. Please do hold on. Prove the things I failed to haven't been able to prove.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Afternoon Rain

After all I still enjoy them - the nonsensical pattern of nature, water colours, the wonder of whimsical emotions, the colour broken white, the paradox of lasting sentiments and other wisdoms found in sky-gazing.
"And now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the ones that you can't get, Desperado?"
Alright, off for lunch.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

You can (not) redo

...

(I don't feel like speaking for the rest of the day.)

Amen to that

When the metal wire finally snapped, lashed and left those lacerations behind, I didn't really expect anything to break my fall. Except there were - those entangled cotton strings. A safety net that stretched in various degrees upon impact, but did not break altogether.


Monday, September 9, 2013

Origins, Habits and Preferences

:)

:)

:)

..I think this is too cheesy (even for my standard) to be posted here. Oh brother! Into my diary then. Point is, I'm still thankful. See you soon - I'll bring you souvenirs!

No wonder I used to idolize Katharine Wright.

at ease

"It's a wonder why. But I do feel like I can talk about just anything with you."
"Me too. ..me too."
Friends.

Thank you - what else can I say?

...Thank you.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I just thought I'll let you know that I.. am... bored.

When your schoolwork becomes the most interesting thing around... you know it's either you had chosen wisely or.. there's something sliiightly off in your life.

At least there's a very promising outing today. Keep smiling and let us see how that goes.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Duality

"And yet, that doesn't mean my gay disposition during the day is any less genuine. During the day, the circle of life rises and at night, the cradle of death. Does it make any of them not real? Remember that it takes many selves to make a person, even when they're at odds with each other.

I am living my life to the fullest, only that doesn't negate a fact that something is still missing and I'm very well aware of it. My life is pretty much imperfect, yes, only that doesn't stop me from enjoying it. Being human means you constantly try to find your happiness, even in the world that hates it."

Crash and Burn

An empty unit with white brick walls. A dark room, lit only by some light pollution spilling over from the man-made metropolis. There, the eternal boy stands still in his pyjamas. Watching. Contemplating. Doing anything he can afford to do without having to move. Anything, to shake away that corroding feeling that was creeping into his core of stability. His very own intense loneliness. 

. .

Apparently that was a bit too triggering. For me.

Ah well.

Monday, September 2, 2013

...it got complicated. And that was all my fault. I just want a mate.

Donna Noble: ... You just want to mate?!
The Doctor: I just want *a* mate!
Donna Noble: You're not matin' with me Sunshine!
The Doctor: A mate! I want *a* mate!
Donna Noble: Well, just as well, because I'm not having any of that nonsense! I mean, you're just a long streak of nothing, y'know, alien nothing!




I know normally stuffs like this go on Tumblr but- oh I just love this scene. :3 And this is exactly why I love this Donna Noble - The Doctor's best mate.

Whoa

So I fell asleep reading about nightmares, and woke up with a dream like text on my phone. So like what any normal person would do, I kicked the mobile away and left it for three hours of extra sleep so that the dream would be preserved, away from Murphy's Law.

Conclusion. Aside from having even more reasons not to 'yolo' it by conforming to an ugly societal norm and buy a pair of wedges, I'll be sure to make a cup of coffee every Wednesday.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Most. Annoying. Thing. Ever.

..is when everybody expects or even forces me to heave my bulky tools and climb all these steps and hills everyday like a person with perfectly normal limbs, then treats me with the pity for an invalid when it comes to the fun stuffs which actually require flexible joints...

..when my actual condition absolutely frowns upon the former and allows the later.

Such is Life.




Saturday, August 31, 2013

Awesomely Distracted

In short, I was awesomely distracted. Well that happens when you join the rush of sports and performing arts within 12 hours - I could barely climb stairs, let alone hold a proper conversation. But God, how I've forgotten the joy of running and stepping in rhythm! It'll be perfect if it's a round of basketball, but this works, too. All the frustration, the excess thoughts... grounded like a lightning. (Well that contributes greatly to my inability to even register any form of stress that should've been there but oh well)

And I'll repair my poorly abused shoes tomorrow. I would've mourned in normal condition, but this fatigue-laced ecstasy is nowhere near normal.

:D

A solemn invitation

Question marks and any other marks.. all the way. The speck of honesty is welcomed. The bitterness is swallowed like a shot of espresso. The feedbacks is being processed accordingly. The loss of a precious bond of trust is deeply mourned.

No more. No more settling such things by the ones and the zeros. The hearts and minds of humankind hold much more mystery than that and they are to be respected properly. The use of art and text as means of communication is indeed an alternative, but like any other language, a loss in translation is probable. If you're ever willing and available for a direct, primitive and no brainer talk, I'll be here with a pot of tea.

My unimportant emotions aside, I personally think this is quite overdue anyway.


PS: This is also for you, my faraway friend that I hope will never read this log. This time, I'll face it and resolve it properly. 

"You drink what’s poured for you, no matter how bitter. That's one of my rules."

Friday, August 30, 2013

10 years ago

What's the difference? Get too close and you'll get burnt. I should've known.

I'm so sorry.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Nightea

Uni life. It's surreal - what can I say? Floating about a new place, day in and day out, doing things that I never really imagined myself doing (sketching a nude model for three hours straight being one thing). And the routines. Oh, the routines. Coming home to an empty room, a humble place that I call my chamber in a castle, doing the cleaning and the laundry and conjuring up makeshift tea breaks. Not to mention that the universe has its own way of separating me from familiar faces. Well, to be fair, that's how a journey is - dynamic. I guess.

Again, how did you do it?

Monday, July 29, 2013

"Children of Time"

"But my dear friend, we have nowhere to go, yet we can go everywhere. At this point you'll just carry on with your limited time and die. Before that, before all those things I'm not quite ready to witness, -pardon me for quoting you- if you have nowhere to go, nobody to love and your life has no meaning whatsoever to you, will you please lend it to me? I need it for a very important cause."

Moments are Transient, Existences are Translucent.

Why did I choose to go? Why couldn't I stay? With the air I loved, the water I loved and the warmth of people I loved. I realized how I loved them even before, yet I chose to leave. Sometimes I asked myself, why? Part of me blame it on my whim, the other part on a promise... made upon a whim.

It's as if because I'm really supposed to go, to fulfill my role in this timeline, in which I chose to go. Maybe someone on the whatever dimension picked the option to make me go, just for the heck of it. Maybe I did go just for the heck of it.

How about going back, change history, jump over to the timeline in which I chose to stay? Sentimental missy, my dear mind, she glared at me with a pair of teary eyes and a killer stare, saying "Don't you dare." And that's how I found myself in a limbo, unable to move and to retire for the day, holding the moments close to my heart, my loved being to my physical heart, urged by a whim to not let go...

...all the while as the sand of time continued to slip by the gaps between my fingers, its trail of sparkly dust floating away beautifully as if mocking me. Ah, now that I'd written this tiny piece instead, what should I do?

And then, the blue bird descended upon my window sill, chirping of a bunch of distant friends about to come for a visit in their due time.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Soon

So I was thinking something along the line
"There was a talking coyote..." and
the classic "Oh, it's a Saturday night."
..idk how it turned out like this.
....soon, huh.

I really don't know what to expect. I don't really have any plan aside from learning shamelessly, either.

On a side note, watercolour is evil. !#%@*&

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

"There are precious things, values one can learn by living in mycountry,

..things I want my children to understand.

The sense of security,

and the real meaning of family."



I've forgotten which Indonesian said that, but it really rings true, somewhat. No, it's not the President. It's someone who has been living overseas in a richer, more liberal country. It was said in English, too.  Maybe it's Anggun.

On being grateful

You are loved and not only by yourself. Isn't that a very wonderful miracle in itself?

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

My last 6 months worth of lesson very roughly summarized.

"Is there really a point to a world where everyone is happy? Are people who struggle for a better life just idiots?  
Being human is about fighting even when it seems hopeless, and finding happiness even in a world that hates it."

~VLR.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Paper

My heart is a paper heart.
Someone unknown dripped tears onto it
and ripped a part of it while I was asleep.
There was no pain and no sound.
But my heart is a paper heart.
On the part that isn't the missing part,
there is a small scribble,
and the scribble spells out "E-M-P-T-I-N-E-S-S".

Sky Sky Sky

So I attempted digital painting for a 3 hour speed painting challenge. Finished it under 2.1 hours and still managed to fail the challenge with a prolonged dinner, a hunt for my sore throat medication and a fantastically laggy computer and internet connection.

Anyway, this pic has nowhere to go so might as well leaving it here.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Galau fest

Nothing much, just a couple of videos under the cut. Tonight's playlist. 

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Advertisement!

I honestly don't know who's been reading this log and how many of readers I actually have, but might as well advertise here. This is for people who live in / with access to Bandung, Indonesia:

All are welcomed! Come to 
2013 Blood Donation Drive @ Sukajadi Police Station
On: 29 July 2013, 0700 - noon-ish  
Happily organised by Wilayah 3 Gereja St. Laurensius, with helps and supports with our parish, multiple religions' representatives, Indonesian Red Cross, our local police force and sponsors.
Free T-shirts and special homemade mung bean soup lovingly prepared by Wilayah 3's housewives, the best home cooks around. Who really needs incentives when we can get a chance to actually save lives but we'll give them away anyway~ :D

Any changes in dates and details will be posted here too, so for the first time ever I'll request those who are planning to come to stay tune on this page.

I'll be there too :) Do come to do good (for the support of inter-faith peace too yay), and if you're lucky you may get to try my mom's soup. Mom's one amazing cook and my involvement with the cooking will most likely be minor so don't be too alarmed. xD


On Stunts

With each passing day, my resolve is being traced and threaded carefully. Am I prepared to make the leap? Going out of my comfort zone is one thing - hell, I don't even know where my comfort zone is, being a nomadic individual I am - this is more like jumping from a train's roof onto a piece of rope hanging from a passing heli, all the while praying for the choppers to fly higher instead of get hit by a bird-strike.

...I watch too many action movies and stunt shows and take the combat classes a bit too seriously. They raise my adrenaline make life interesting, though.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Cloud Four

So I just pulled off a busy day. Good. It was really amusing when nobody believed I ran a full exercise routine, took a shower, chilled in the steam room, took a detour to the bookshop, bought a light meal all in the course of one hour and still managed to stay awake throughout the movie. Clearly I wasn't even trying to convince them, though. That glorious achievement shall be burned into my mind and my mind alone uhh not really cos I'm sharing it now but never miiiind.

:)

In celebration, I shall try to wake up early and conjure up some beautiful breakfast course tomorrow.


Sunday, June 2, 2013

A new common cause has appeared.

So at the end of today's (Saturday) mass, my parish announced that they're planning to build a new church because ours is getting quite... overloaded. The traffic congestions we are causing are, at least.

They've found a nice piece of land in a nice area. They've settled some kind of deal. They still need a LOT of money to really buy it though, but our dear parish priest holds a vehement belief that our people will be generous enough to make it possible. (So passionate was he in convincing himself us that he actually slammed the podium while saying so. Gotta love our parish pastor. And his Dutch+Sundanese accent. Always.)

He also mentioned that the real challenge lies in the, of course, bureaucratic stuffs. Even he admitted that this one may be the most problematic of all (and that really says something, considering how.. fascinating our fund collection can be).

Nevertheless, there's only one thing we, as a parish, can do for that one : to quote him,

"BERDOALAH." End quote.

:/

Saturday, June 1, 2013

just another saturday night

Well considering that I managed to recreate (albeit horribly) some lines.. this redness worths it I guess.

It has always been a vivid image. Me escaping reality into sleep while he plays it nonchalantly. Up until five years ago, I'd been taking it for granted. Nevertheless, we have to admit that this kind of things is not going to occur more often... more like the opposite, even. 

It's okay. If I want a lullaby, I'll just have to make it myself.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Laughing out loud

(laugh) Yes. You go baby girl. The context of this post, however, shall not be revealed for all eternity. Simply because it holds the cheesiest ....ahem... most blush cringe-inducing part of my life.

Had things went differently, I figure I'd get a fulfilling spree of inner jokes by now.

Aww :3

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Nao D:

I should've known better than start this 5 hours before bed time...
Now I can't just sleep, it's two in the morning and I'm planning to drive tomorrow.

...I'm so going to crash my friend's car at this rate must. sleep. nao.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Take a deep breath

and let go.

To be free, comfy and at ease. To be able to laugh freely and naturally.

Yesterday I had a very nice dream of a distant past. To think that I had what others are dreaming of at such a tender age... at least I understand what it feels like.

It was cute. Really.

Memories are nice, but they are what they are.

And I do feel good about it. Well, a cup of self-brewed mocha helps admittedly, but still.

Hmm. Be well, you. Don't ever change.

:)

Friday, May 24, 2013

once upon a time

Ketika keabadian ada di dalam genggamanmu, kau telah menukarnya dengan kemilau keindahan dari waktu itu sendiri.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Well the bright side..

..is when I realise that
There's more passion in this than any of my attempts to compose a love letter.. not that I remember ever composing one.
...

That is all.

...

...

...God help me.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

On Investing

It is almost an annual ritual that I started doing once I turned legal. Every year, I'd splurge a bit on new things that I've never tried before, just for the heck of it. The good news is that I usually discover something good and it'll simply become a good enough investment to be called a milestone.

Two years ago it was a bottle of multi-purpose disinfectant. Last year was a tie between a bottle of honey and a pair of ear-cuffs.

For this year, I'd say a pair of bath gloves is a serious nominee...

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Good day!

That was fantastic. A nice outing is nice, and great friends are great. It's been awhile since I met new people, too.

And now I should retire for the night...

...but let me finish this chapter of Inferno. It's that good.

Oh I'll surely be late for tomorrow's morning outing at this rate. Ah well, it's not like they're expecting me to come on time anyway, those cute batch-mates of mine... 

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Same old, same old


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Hello? Dead man speaking.

Oh Ms. Irony.. how painful are thy thorns..
I could've swore I just had a mental wave of fresh optimism... over nothing. Crash and burn. That phrase kinda fascinates me, but that's NOT gonna happen to my life anytime soon.

Encouraging (however sarcastic to the core) friends, witty quotes, heck-care dogs, a bit of cleaning, random piano playing and last but not least, Faith. Never fail me. Never.



Saturday, May 11, 2013

On Empathy

That really hits the spot. A critical blow. When experienced personally, the term 'shaken up' can be literal. This I just discovered a couple of hours ago. I can't really describe it... Just as one cannot accurately explain the sensation of a mental shiver in metaphysical incidents.

I don't really want to talk about the roller coaster of emotions that has been fatiguing me, so let's just say I'm empathizing with a certain inspiring character.

He's a.... good-hearted man to boot. He may be a bit of a goon, that adorable laughing stock. His tactics in work is questionable at best, laughable in essence. But when we look past the dry humors, it's obvious that his persistance stems from his complete trust in people, a notion that's neither practical nor wise in this pragmatic and twisted world, but noble nonetheless. He damn well understands how painful it is to be alone, to be secluded, to be helpless and wrongly judged. He understands that wash of relief, that revived faith and hope when, at such time, a just person can feel that he is not alone. That's the reason behind his chosen way of pro bono life, practically. It fuels his spirit when the time comes for him to drop the whole goofy act, summon his confidence and convincing charisma and embrace the truth.

He can't stand betrayal.

He endures sorrow and puts all he got into his works, but one carelessness, one small betrayal ruins it all. His life, one that he has so carefully and painstakingly built, crumbles within days. His pride turns into his shame. And the worst part? It is a fact that he indeed makes a mistake. Despite it being a trap laid by ill-intentioned people, he is the one who walks into the pitfall and down he goes. He's fully aware that his carelessness does play a part in this. For one who holds truth and justice in high regards, denial is hardly an option. Hence the truth hits him hard. He's personally shaken up. Lost. Alone.

Nevertheless, he eventually deals with it. He keeps walking through the dim path of thorny shame and patience. He finds a new light and holds it tight, determined to right the wrong, to face the complicated truth and expose it to the open air. It is a long journey and it takes a lot of time, even longer than the duration of his past glorious days. Things change along the way, and so does he. He is wounded and scarred, but he also matures even more. Growing up is indeed a fascinating experience.

And in the end, he indeed manages to return at last.


Thursday, May 9, 2013

For some reasons

...I feel sad.

Monday, May 6, 2013

confu-


Monday, April 29, 2013

Englishman in New York


From the original lyric:


Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun


If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say



I was blown away the first time I heard this. In a local tv channel. The original version is really awesome too, by the way.


nothing really matters anyone can see

Gotta send a thanks to my random friend
that posted The freaking Bohemian Rhapsody on his log
little did he know
that he just pulled me out
from a mini anxiety attack.

Gosh I sound like a PTSD patient. or maybe I am

in a whirlpool

Slapped by life, shouted at by fear and tossed around by Fate. The world is imperfect. It is raged by chaos, uneasiness and conflicts. Still, everybody wishes for a better tomorrow.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Puck in Love

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Because in the first place, there's someone I want to protect and that someone is you. Be at ease. I promise never to abandon you and to always support you. I want you to know that no matter what, you are loved and precious. That's why I stand by you at hard times and I won't leave you so you can keep going strong. That's why I'd step up anytime both at your discomforts and clap my hands at your happiness. I have made you a vow and that vow is a sincere prayer. For God to be your sword, shield, dagger, pillow, auto-correct, Google and CityLens because there's just so much I alone can do. Apology, for hurting you at times. Gratitude, because by loving you I learn how to love others.


Thursday, April 25, 2013

Paradigm Shift

I've been staying in a survivor mentality mode for some time. Far. Too long.

Alright, going back to the offense it is.

Monday, April 22, 2013

That's. It.


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Pick a word!

Do.

Friday, April 12, 2013

In a stride

Around here, apparently I'm infamous for being too carefree and frivolous. I wonder who actually knows better.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

"What's that?" "...Nothing~" (1)

I'm not gonna talk about my worries, because I'll just repeat the same things again and never mind the readers, they bore even me. So I prefer to talk about things that had made me scream in amused frustrations instead. They are plenty, because outside of the obligatory worries, my life has been awesome. Awesomely sarcastic with a great sense of humour and love.

One. If Morphogenetic Field does actually exist, I think I'll have something to do with it. The. Feeling. ofthatmomentthatmomentandthosemomentswhenyouseethosegreatcrazyideasandevenwordsohmygoodnessbeingrealisedandusedrightinfrontofyoubeforeyouhavethetimetocraftsomethingwithitandcopyrightititsawesomereallybutohmannowihavetothinkofsomethingelsemyinwardandunheardscreamsarereallyascreamofterrorandsquealsofexcitementfangirlingcantbemoreexcitingthanthisthankfullythosesourcesaremostlyofnonmainstreamtypes

:)

Yes, it's not meant to be read. But when I die, remind me to ask The Truth about it in the afterlife. xD

Oh, I got a new haircut. I look less like a mogli and more like a civilized... something.

See ya!




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Voici mon secret. Il est très simple.

Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
~The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint Exupery

Monday, March 11, 2013

On Courage

I don't believe in ignorance. If it takes courage to own up for things and right the wrongs, then let it grow like my potted mint by the window - immortal. (on a side note, I'm really glad I didn't plant it on the scrubs)

Hmm. Bring it. 

Saturday, March 9, 2013

to-be-us

On Cleaning Up

I'm the type of person who can make a catastrophic mess out of my chamber when I lost sight of myself, both in a good way and the otherwise. But when I clean my room, I'd make it squeaky clean, damn near-sterile like a stereotypical type A blood down to the core. I may succeed in messing it up again one day, but I know I'll get down to make it even cleaner somehow.

I'll clean up this mess and freaking make it shiny. I'm making my bed and I'll sleep on it later like I did yesterday and the day before yesterday. I've been learning to keep it clean - (duh) - but touch my wooden floor, if I make a mess out of it again I'll just have to re-clean it again. It's all about simple housekeeping.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

take my hand and stay close to me

After this, things will change. I will change. Or at least that's what I think. This blob of inertia will finally, finally begone. I'll recover from my cold and fever.

I think, none of my friends will text me to ask how it goes. Simply put, it never mattered much to them, only to my irrational rationale. If I show them a happy face, they'll glomp me. If I show them a sad, distraught face, they'll glomp me the same, only with some extra encouraging words. Either way, I'll buy more flowers -a banquet of fresh white roses, of course- and pray at that same place. Either way, maybe I'll cry. Then I'll excuse myself to some high places and stare at something for a long time. After that, I'll make a mental list to cope with whatever reality that is and find a place of higher education for the next three or four years ahead. When I get back, I'll make more tea for my brother and arrange for some weekend dates with my friends. I'll have a nice, long chat with my mom. I'll unpack the rest of that suitcase. I'll develop some shots and decorate my room. I'll get myself to retire earlier at nights and to become more productive. I'll freaking finish what I'm working on and polish my driving skill. After that, I'll take Mom to a nearby supermarket and buy more ingredients for my next salad while she'll do her shopping. I'll get myself another local novel, too. By then my ankle should've recovered completely and I'll practice my kicks more often. They help in de-stressing, anyway. The nights will still come and go, and so do the mornings. The whisperings will eventually end and the memories will be jaded soon or later. The dreams I'll remember will always be those quirky ones, not the uncreative, boring excuse for a nightmare. Now that won't change, I think.

I think I'll survive, somehow.



Thursday, February 21, 2013

agitated

Affected? Damn well I am. It's eating me from inside. Reducing me into an idle being filled with compressed anxieties.

Damn.

But nononono, I don't want to give in completely. I'm rehabilitating myself by doing these small projects. Things nobody will find in my portfolio, CV, whatever. This is something I have decided. I simply want to use this time to make people who matter to me, happy.

I'm living for their happiness. No, I won't say it anymore and I'll show them my actions instead. That doesn't sound too bad. It's the least I can do with this anxiety-ridden body.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

On Honesty and Comfort

The following thoughts are, admittedly, not purely my own. As for whether I bear the same opinion or not, well, it takes a bit of imagination, I guess. xD

Friday, February 8, 2013

In a nutshell

I guess this chapter of my life can be considered as a 'filler episode'. A break, an interlude, you name it. Nowadays I'm looking at the world with a completely different perspective than before. The virtue of free time. The trap of a state of aimlessness. The happiness found in small, everyday things. The lack of need to treat your Time as gambling chips. The differences are vast, more than the foreign sensation of being in an open air space while I'm doing laundry.

Yes, now I'm exposed to things I've been sheltered from and sheltered from things I've been exposed to. Freedom from the obligation to be book-smart. Restrictions found in the demand to be street-smart. This is what I've been missing. This is the life that my friends were living while I was away.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

In search for salvation

One true thing is I don't wish to waste anyone's time. It's a pleasure to spend time with people who appreciate your presence. It's an honor to be able to contribute positively or be helpful. On the other side, it's disheartening if you end up being a burden or a sticky lump of goo.

One month into 2013, and here we are, a set of people with each of our own sets of problems. Each of them distinctive and tricky. Each persons' problems are costumized in a certain way that they will really grate the person having it, exploring their weaknesses and exploiting them cruelly. It's compelling. Surely fate's spinners are working harder than Starbucks' baristas in personalizing their products to their customers. Alas, what can this one do?

"they say making someone wait anxiously for a long time is one effective way of mental torture. 
and two effective ways to counter mental torture are keeping your faith and comrades close."

Sunday, January 20, 2013

On Reasons

Spent a day inside today. Thinking. Pondering. Suffering (from a full-blown muscle-ache though. don't ask). And recollecting.

"Everyone has their own little internal world - a secret garden only they can enter. Each world follows its own internal logic - individuality. And the logic of one world means nothing in another. Understanding other people isn't hard. It's Impossible."

Saturday, January 19, 2013

you can be anything at three in the morning

Can't sleep. Oh dear.

I don't even remember what started this peculiar chain of thought. Perhaps it's the title of one of the songs.

Not. Bored.

Quite obviously, I write blog posts when I got nothing to do and there's nothing more interesting going on.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Do. Try. To learn

"That conversation we used to have - I am still pursuing that dream.
Will this year be busier? Although this place will definitely be unchanged."

'Yoga is all about balance' said the trainer. Well, it's not wrong. The fatigue I'm feeling is definitely even throughout my whole body. Nevertheless, it's cool to know that you've done something good at a time when you'll normally still be sleeping. Bandung's morning air is chilly. You somehow need to crush 'petai' to cook 'ayam pop's sambal. Yoga is somewhat fun and the view from PVJ's meditation room is ok, though I felt terribly sleepy after that I almost slept in the shower. I'm currently wondering where I could buy a new set of earphones and how I could use the scanner without people noticing. Good morning. We're learning something new everyday. I'm going to take a short nap soon. After that I'll help with the cooking and then, back to my 'work' in front of the monitor. Oh, I need to contact my friend to borrow her scanner, too. It'll be fun.

"We often got told off by our mischief and stupidity.
I was convinced that those days will last forever.
But we realized that as we grow up, our dreams also become bigger.
Each of us will choose our own paths.
But we have to carry on. Our lives are going on.
Although this place will definitely be unchanged."

These past days has also been fun. I spent the festive season in well, festive mood and celebrations. Two gift exchanges and a couple of sleepovers. I got a very nice tumbler, a mini rubbish bin for my room and a traditional (book?) bag. I got to drink stuffs and they're all very nice. But now some of my friends would have resume their university days and the rest will follow suit. I need to move my limbs by myself if I want to fill the weekdays with fun and life.

I can't express the gratitude sufficiently and decently. How I am really glad to be blessed with these people as friends around my life. With these people, these friendships can last. As we grow up, I realise how fortunate are people who are able to say that in their lifetime. If anything, hope is my New Year's prayer.

"So everybody, ever be buddy. Days we grew up are days we will treasure.
Everybody, show is beginning. Curtain has risen. Make your own storyline.
Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you'll die today."


"We all have unforgettable and precious treasure.
It lasts forever."
~c.h.a.o.s.m.y.t.h. - OOR

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Holy Days

"Even after I became a high school student I continued my pitiful habit of always sucking up to adults. I was simply unable to control this bad habit of mine, and to me it was proof of my cowardice. I was always so afraid of the ripples that naturally emanated from normal human interactions that I was always walking on eggshells, and still I was afraid of doing something that would diminish my worth in the eyes of others. Whenever I had conversation with someone, I always felt that person was scrutinizing me. I could always picture them going off furtively somewhere and laughing as they discussed my shortcomings. I was so frightened of the world I could hardly stand it. For this reason, I had a fake smile I always wore to disguise my true feelings. The effort this required also made me miserable."
~ "Words of God" - Otsuichi


What's with Asian psychological thriller authors and their ability to convey daily insecurities into something interesting to read? Simple choice of words and simple sentences and there you have a concise emotional description. And don't get me started on their plot-making. That short-story up there, it's about a teenager with in-born ability to command things and an innate tendency to feel insecure, who ended up murdering everyone and making himself forget by putting himself in an infinite loop of delusion.

I'm having a holiday. I'm catching up with friends and family, doing things I had been wanting to do and getting traumatizing therapeutical muscle massages plus long lectures on overworking from my best friends. They warn me about loving myself and wisdom in being healthy and I did... smile. For all I've said about being wise on health, they still beat me on that. Busy? Well one of them, my brilliant friend, she's in architecture, which means countless hours on studio works and even more on various assignments and yet...

There's always something to be learned. Ah, it's late.