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Ace of Spades.
Friday, March 4, 2011

... And those who fear are lost.
The Queen of Hearts is always your best friend.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect.

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance.

- Shape of My Heart, Sting.

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Tick.
Friday, February 18, 2011

Any minute now.

I need to learn to pace myself. I am always going too fast, or going too slow.

I, like everyone else, am a prisoner of time. And we all know: Time isn't the kindest of captors.

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Hati.
Friday, December 10, 2010

Sesungguhnya masih ada yang lebih penting dari sekedar kata cinta
Really?

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Crash Into Me.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010

"Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock and sweet you roll"

Crash Into Me was the song that originally hooked me onto The Dave Matthews Band. The first time I listened to it, I knew I was listening to lyrical genius.

Dave Matthews manages to express lyrically what most of us (if not all) have gone through in our lives: the very feeling of being in love, and the sensuality of it all. While there are many songs out there in the world today that follow the same theme, I have yet to listen to one that captures the idea, the thought, the feeling, anywhere near as well as Dave Matthews has done.

If you're interested, click here and you'll find yourself listening to the song on Youtube. Trust me, you will not be disappointed.

I should be asleep, but I suppose a couple more hours of DMB for company would do me more good than harm.

Till next time.

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Black Ice.
Thursday, October 14, 2010

Who's house are you haunting tonight?


It's one of those nights - you look out the window and there's not a star in the sky. Outside, everything is still. Everyone - everything - is asleep. You're here, under the cold white lights of an empty room and you've absolutely no one to talk to.

What's ironic is that while you have a million thoughts swirling in your head, you have absolutely no idea how to put them into words, how to tell anyone anything you're feeling - and so while this silence can be comforting, it is at the very same time incredibly frustrating.

You turn to books, to hot drinks under a slow moving fan - and none of it helps. You try to fall asleep, but sleep just won't come to you. No, not tonight at least.

So what do you do?

I have no clue.

No clue at all.

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Kamu.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Hey. It's not much, I just wanted you to know - I'm officially missing you.

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There In Your Hands.
Saturday, September 25, 2010

"You have known for a long time what you must do. You have sense enough: don't give way to drunkenness and incontinence of speech; don't give way to sensual lust; and, above all, to the love of money. And close your taverns. If you can't close all, at least two or three. And, above all- don't lie."

"You mean about Diderot?"

"No, not about Diderot. Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself. The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than anyone. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offence, isn't it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill- he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offence, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it, and so pass to genuine vindictiveness. But get up, sit down, I beg you. All this, too, is deceitful posturing...."

- The Brothers Karamazov, Book 2 (Chapter 2 - The Old Buffoon)

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Big Eyed Fish.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Look at this big eyed fish, swimming in the sea
How it dreams to be a bird, swooping diving through the breeze
So one day, it caught a big old wave up onto the beach
Now it's dead, you see
Beneath the sea is where a fish should be.

You make me sad.

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Hand Me Down.
Thursday, September 2, 2010

Lay all your troubles down.

I've had the entire album on my laptop for a couple of years now. I never did take the time to listen to this song, so it came as a pleasant surprise when it played last week (thanks to iTunes' shuffle mode). Now I have it playing almost every night, and almost every time I drive out.

Someday they'll find your small town world
On a big town avenue
Gonna make you like the way they talk
When they're talking to you
Gonna make you break out of your shell
Cuz they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie
Better than the truth

They'll tell you everthing
You wanted someone else to say
They're gonna break your heart, yeah

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now

Somebody oughta take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they're under your skin
Never once do you think that they would lie
When they're holding you
Then you wonder why they haven't called
When they said they'd call you
You'll start to wonder
If you're ever gonna make it by
You'll start to think
You were born blind

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now

I'm here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
When living ain't easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no

Someday they'll open up your world
Shake you down to the drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can't erase you

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
You're just one more hand me down
And all those nights don't give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down on me

- Matchbox Twenty

Here's a link to the band singing the song live. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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Strike Three.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010

They told me there was no turning back. I knew well enough.

I won't lie and say I haven't given it any thought. I've been mulling it over for a while now, but I'm still undecided. I'm so very tempted to go there, and never come back.

But at the same time I'm terribly afraid.

Of what?

Simply put - of everything after.

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