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| Wanted! Dead or Alive! (doesn't matter) |
| 07.31.05 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
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Do you believe in reincarnation? I’m not so much into that myself, but I’m quite curious about what I was before. What was I after God created the world? What was I when they first found Electricity? What was I when Napoleon made their invasion? What was I during 2nd world war? What was I when they first made porn video? What was I the time The Beatles rock the world? Was I a Brontosaurus, a thinker at their own age, an army, a nationalist villager, a leaf in the forest, a dildo, a sick oldman, Jack the Knife or once I ever became Mohammad Ali? If I believe at no matter how big the value that I believe, I just want to note that I always think myself now, as another life process to the full reincarnation. A full circle which i'm not sure where it'd end. The dream that I had or the experience that I got, are the sign or somewhat leap of images of what I was before or maybe of whatever I'll become. So what happen to me in my next life? A car you can call like the one on the Knight Rider movie thingamajig, a Roboquatic, a citizen of Pluto, a Mofo rider, a superhero or the next Hitler?... And just what I am now? A few bit of here and there maybe. Well… that’ll do. ;p "So live your life as if preparing your soul for its next experience..." Sri Daya Matu |
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| kiss of death |
| 07.26.05 (1:21 am) [edit] |
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"I'm sure there's something bout you that i just don't get the chemistry. You're just... too naive... too childish... too nice... You'll find your special one. I can't be with you" ...i smiled. screaming outloud inside. questioning some few questions that's been hanging since the first time i got my fubic hair. Am i all that? Why do i get the same expression all the time? Did they have some kind of pattern on me being in love? Or they just not so much into a nice guy... I then remembered what Ethan Hawke says to Angelina Jolie on the movie "Taking Lives", that it is a kiss of death to be called a nice guy. Now, years have passed, after been there, done that, i might add a few words on Ethan's quote... "Nice guy never get the girl" He said. "They get wife" i'll say... ;p |
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| A Letter to Ellise |
| 07.07.05 (4:21 pm) [edit] |
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Dear Ellise, How are you today? I hope you're not as cloudy as the weather here. I've received your letter. You mentioned about the forgotten dream, how you wanna fly yourself to the sky. I remember you need to short things out first before you really doing it. I remember that you are now in More to that I remember you doing it passionately, how your face blushed in red, how your eyes leaves a diamond sparkling, how your hands shivering and words fallen like a water to the sea. Don't quit your dream! For that's what keeps you alive and how I love to see you dreaming!
PS: You're getting there! |
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| babaleh pantuan |
| 07.03.05 (9:13 pm) [edit] |
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Kalo ada sumur di ladang boleh kita menumpang mandi, Kalo ada umur kita panjang boleh kita berjumpa lagi. Kalo gula habis? Hehehe gak nyambung, tapi gula bisa jadi contoh yang baik untuk beranalogi dengan sesuatu yg manis di kehidupan kita. Disaat bosen, bete, garing, gak jelas mau ngapain arah tujuan hidup, simpelnya kalo pas yang manis2 udah abis, pada milih minjem gula di tetangga, ngredit di toko, ngutang di pasar, atau berjuang ngedapetin lagi dengan cara yang bener? Pasti lebih worthed berusaha ngedapetin sendiri lagi gula itu, kecuali yang diajakin ngeteh atau ngopi teteup ngerasa pahit atau mual. Maka, aksesories nongkrong kaya ubi, singkong, ruti, atau kue tiramisu bakal tetep gak nolong. Jalan-jalan ke kota Paris, liat kota berbaris-baris. Biar mati diujung keris, asal dapat si hitam manis. Yah, mungkin kalo nyari yang hitam manis, gula udah ngga diperluin lagi kali... ;p "If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all." John Cage |
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