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| REVENGE brother... REVENGE!!! |
| 01.21.04 (5:43 am) [edit] |
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Revenge is a dish best served cold. (Taken from the movie: Kill Bill vol.1) I couldn't agree more... Some more writing on revenge also the lyric of the day... "Doubt" by The Cure Stop my flight to fight And die And take a stand to change my life So savage with red desperation I clench my hands You draw your claws A hidden rage consumes my heart As fuelled by years of wasted time I close my eyes And tense myself And screaming Throw myself in fury over the edge And into your blood Tear at flesh And rip at skin And smash at doubt I have to break you Fury drives my vicious blows I see you fall but still I strike you Again and again Your body falls The movement is sharp and clear and pure And gone I stop and kneel beside you Drained of everything but pain Screaming throw myself in fury Over the edge and into your blood Kiss you once and see you writhe Hold you close and hear you cry Kiss your eyes and finish your life Finish your life Again and again Your body falls The movement is sharp and clear and pure And gone I stop and kneel beside you Knowing I'll murder you again tonight  |
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| Lyric of the month |
| 01.19.04 (2:32 am) [edit] |
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THE MORE YOU IGNORE ME, THE CLOSER I GET The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time I will be In the bar With my head On the bar I am now A central part Of your mind's landscape Whether you care Or do not Yeah, I've made up your mind The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time Beware ! I bear more grudges Than lonely high court judges When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay Take the easy way And give in Yeah, and let me in Oh, let me in Oh let me ... Oh, let me in IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR Oh, let me in Ah, the closer I get Ah, you're asking for it Ah, the closer I get Ooh, the closer I ... |
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| ABG songs |
| 01.12.04 (9:18 pm) [edit] |
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Never judge a book by it's cover. What do you listen? EMINEM? You're such an ABG or Anak Baru Gede (a childish emotionally fragile teenager; Indonesian slang) said a friend of mine during our trip to Bandung the other day. Frankly, I was shocked! I mean how on earth, a type of music would determine on what life stages are you really now. First of all, as I recon, music is a universal language. There are themes, tones, rhythms, lyrics, styles, instrument, singer, or the band itself, which might be the reasons why we choose to like them at the first place. I personally like any kind of music mostly because of the lyrics. So for that matter, I refused myself to be judged as an ABG. It is not because being ABG is such a sin, well it sometime is.. ;p but I just don't like the idea people judging on others by something they don't even know about.really. |
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| KORELASI JOMBLO, VODKA & PILIHAN MUSIK DI TAUN BARU |
| 01.07.04 (6:39 am) [edit] |
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[image]adjie_858097290.gif[/image] :lol: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! |
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| Heaven sucks! |
| 01.07.04 (5:31 am) [edit] |
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The Enemy: "Take me home!" Penny Lane: "But, you are home" (from the movie; Almost Famous) _________________________ ____ The plane flies smoothly, just around 500 mts above the sea you could see many groups of clouds worshipping the warmth of sunset, beautiful, just like heaven. Hey wait a f*ckin minute! That brings me to another thought, is heaven really this beautiful, or even more? What is the ideal thought 'bout heaven? Is it all about nice fun great beautiful feelings? Hmmh, I feel great after having sex, it's always fun to have a bit of an affair, it feels nice to have some beers on a lazy afternoon, it also feels beautiful to watch those stewardess's big solid bump (HRRGH!!). But i guess they're not available in heaven. So, if all nice fun great beautiful things weren't even there, what is heaven, really? Gotta hold that thought, the plane is landing.... O f*ck!!! Stupid landing, man! Jakarta... again... for a moment i wish i was in... Hell. Jakarta, 30 Des 2003, 6:30pm |
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| Bali, 24 Dec 2003 |
| 01.06.04 (11:53 pm) [edit] |
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I was brought to my senses. I was blind but now that I can see. Every sign post in nature Said you belong to me. (Sting) _________________________ ___ Finally, here I come to the last destination of my long journey ;p . Bali, a living panoramic island, the last heaven on earth they say, for me... it's just Bali, a place where I spent my 8 years of aging, where a character's made (caila ;p). Every single tiny bit of everything reminds me of a glimpse of what I've been through; the people, the buildings, the beaches, the trees, the sun, the stars, the moon, the paddy fields, the villages, the warung, the food, the sidewalks, the language, the jokes, the friends, the girls, the little stairs in front of campus, the wall of Ibu Sari, the Tahu Telor seller, 24 Hours Ahmad Yani (AY) Street, the corner of Diponegoro Street, the bridge in Pasar Kumbasari, the cows in Jimbaran Hill, mekelu sing taen tepuk Bli? (long time no see huh?). Take a long walk to a top hill in Campuhan Ubud where you can see the terrace fields underneath, and then try to look up to the Bali's bright blue sky. Hey! I see you. Bali, 24 Dec 2003 |
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