Me.
Coasters For Two.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Habis sudah rangkai kata, telah terungkap semua yang ku rasa.
Warm lights, a cool breeze. A little music, friendly faces. One table, two seats - a cup of coffee, or tea, and you for company. I'm up for it. Are you?
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Soulvibe.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Biarlah diriku memendam rasa ini, jauh di lubuk hatiku.
I recently started listening to another Indonesian jazz/pop band. With Maliq & D'Essentials promoting the band - Soulvibe - I thought to myself, "What have I to lose by listening to them?". Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised. Their first single, "Arti Hadirmu", took me in instantly, and it wasn't till I listened to the song "Cinta Masih" that I decided I needed more of their music.
I have to say, so far so good. They have a number of really good songs, and anyone who enjoys listening to Maliq & D'Essentials will easily fall for Soulvibe. Highly recommended, for all the fans of Indonesia's brand of jazz/pop music.
For those of you who like "Untitled" by Maliq & D'Essentials, here's a song by Soulvibe that shares a somewhat similar feel:-
My attempts at embedding the video failed, as the parameters can't be changed to fit the layout of my blog (unfortunately), so you'll have to make do with a link.
I hope you enjoy it.
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Like Any Other.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Take another shot of courage; Wonder why the right words never come.
I'm caught listening to music from another generation - a different time, yet it remains relevant to me, today.
"Someone should send you a rose, with love from a friend - nice to hear from you again" - I'd love this. It'd make my night, my week maybe. I can't help but be drawn into the song - I'm lonely, and for tonight it's my only company. She's right there, but I can't quite muster the strength to tell her simply, "Hi". Times like these, I'm usually the one to make the approach, and I'm also usually the one turned down. I'm afraid, too afraid. I don't want to be disappointed, as has been the case so many times before, and which has been the case these past two or three weeks. Every little thing gets turned around, and there's no longer any warmth between us. We can't relate to one another, and I suppose that's the saddest thing.
So I keep to myself, not fighting the silence. It's better to stay quiet, than to speak a word or two and turn myself to ruin.
I can't bear her words, her actions anymore. To assure myself, I could easily say "I won't", but there's little truth in that - ultimately, I just can't.
Some nights, I wish I never grew to be so attached to you. This is just one of those nights.
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Atlas Sleeps.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Aku tak ingin terus terdiam memandangi harapan; terlena akan manis cinta dan berujung kecewa.Aku tak ingin terus menunggu sesuatu yang tak pasti; lebih baik kita menangis dan terluka hari ini.
Some nights just aren't worth the time, or the effort. Some nights, it's better to be dead to the world, chained to a dream or two - it's just too much to take in, too much to think through.
I hope sleep finds me soon enough - I haven't the energy to play the Seeker much longer.
Aku mencari impian, bukan alasan.
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Ideals.
Monday, April 19, 2010
The winner of the 1998 Academy Award for Best Documentary, this powerful film traces the compelling experiences of five Hungarian Holocaust survivors who fell victim to Hitler's brutal war against the Jews during the final days of World War II.Including newly-discovered historical footage and a rare interview with a former Nazi doctor at Auschwitz, the film tells the remarkable story of five people - a grandmother, a teacher, a businessman, an artist and a U.S. Congressman - as they return from the United States to their hometowns and to the ghettos and concentration camps in which they were imprisoned.Through the eyes of the survivors and other witnesses, The Last Days recounts one of the most brutal chapters of this dark period in human history, when families were taken from their homes, stripped of their dignity, deported to concentration camps and ultimately murdered. Above all, The Last Days is a potent depiction of personal strength and courage, and a testament to the power of the human spirit.
As stated above, this is a documentary. Produced in the year 1998, it was - and still is, to me - an incredibly moving and educational documentary on the lives of the Jews during the second World War. I watched this when it was first released - as a boy of twelve years, it was fairly difficult to watch the horrors that people were subjected to under Hitler's rule. This came during a time where I was fixated on the history and ideals of pre-World War Germany, spurred on by film and written work such as Schindler's List, Night and Marxism.
If you should ever come across this documentary, I urge you to take the time to watch it. I trust that you will not feel disappointed once the credits start rolling.
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I only mention this now because I was reminded of the documentary after looking for my old copies of Das Kapital and The German Ideology - my memory ties socialism and capitalism to Hitler and the birth of the new world (as I see it).
Looking back, I cannot say for sure what went through the minds of my parents when I - no more than twelve years of age - began talking to them about Marxism. I know that at the very least they were alarmed at their son's sudden interest in capitalism. Even so, my father allowed me my interests, and even went so far as to buy Karl Marx's written works (both Das Kapital and The German Ideology, as mentioned above) for me.
As I preferred to have time to myself, rather than busy myself with school and hang out (of which I thought was a complete waste of time - this certainly helped cement the fact that I was very much an outcast at school, as I never bothered trying to fit in), I spent many days/nights reading, re-reading, and discussing with myself (unfortunately) about the theories surrounding socialism and capitalism (contrary to what my parents believed, I wasn't interested in capitalism, rather I was fixated on socialism, and I understood that to fully comprehend the basics of socialism, I had to understand capitalism).
At this point in time, I cannot help but be thankful for the confidence my parents had in me - certainly the works of Karl Marx weren't easy to understand, and I'm sure they thought so too. I believe the only reason I understood his works is the fact that I didn't stop reading (and asking questions) till I understood it all. However, it must be said that one can only understand so much if one has no one to truly discuss these theories with, and that was the issue with me. My interest in it went down the drain over the years, as the people around me never related to my discussions about capitalism and socialism. Now with the ease in getting connected to the Internet, as well as having a bigger head on my shoulders (heh), I see no reason not to go back to reading his works again - maybe I'll find something new in it all. It might even provide me with a special view on certain things.
A visit to the bookstore has been long overdue.
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Imaginary.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thus he kept watch over her, and liked to feel that she was there. The consciousness of her living presence stimulated him. But she remained more or less an ideal character, about whose form he began to weave curious and fantastic day-dreams.
This sounds all to familiar.
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Music Is Universal.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ah, do that again!Jabba the Hut
There are days when I walk around almost aimlessly, and often, ever so softly, I sing to myself - "Cha tang ima ti tu rang tap meee tuuu". Granted, I may not be singing it correctly - it is an alien language, after all.
You're confused, and you think I'm a little off my rocker - don't you? For you Star Wars fans, I'm sure you remember this very, very well.
The bass is mean in this song, and who can argue with the coolness of the drummer at 0:19? I know I can't. In fact, even if anyone could - I don't think they should. Must've taken him a lot of work to get into Jabba's live band.
Or a lot of bad luck.
I've had the song on repeat for about fifteen minutes now. There's no saving me, and I damn sure hope I'm not alone in this one.
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Indifference.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.Elie Wiesel
And so we are indifferent, always - but not for much longer. This I say not as a promise to you, but as a promise to myself. And who would tell the difference, when it doesn't really matter?
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:05 PM 0 comment(s)
Thought For The Night.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
It's a slow night.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:53 PM 0 comment(s)
A Leap of Faith.
I wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.Billy Joel
It is done - all for the better. Now I've a weight off my chest, and everything is fine. And now, as it was done before, I will keep my eyes open for new opportunities to pursue - when they come, and I'm sure they will - I will do as I should, as is needed of me, as is needed for me - and there I will find myself a better man.
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