Me.

My photo
Possibly intelligent.

Getaway.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Saat kupejamkan mataku
Engkau hadir dalam mimpiku
Dikala waktu kita masih bersama
Jelas tergambar senyumanmu
Jelas terlukiskan wajahmu
Dihatiku..masih tersimpan dirimu

I'll be visiting Cherating at the end of the month. I'm looking forward to it, not just because I need this getaway, but because I'll be going there with someone very special.

A little rest and relaxation will do us both a lot of good.

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Starry, Starry Night.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.

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Between Black Lines.
Monday, May 30, 2011

It has been so long since I posted anything.

But who am I kidding? I don't post to ease my troubled mind anymore. I do it to get attention. Which is why the things I've written in my little brown book mean so much to me.

Those words are mine, and mine alone. That book is a look into my heart.

And I'll be damned if I ever let anyone look into my heart.

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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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