tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14975297089950076812024-03-22T11:19:12.885+07:00not here to helpUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-43410301045893505652016-02-11T17:17:00.001+07:002016-02-11T17:17:15.840+07:002016I can't believe I'm coming back here.<div>
I thought I could not be bothered to write here anymore, yet here I am.</div>
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So, today I'm going to pour some of my rage as usual.</div>
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From my point of view, motherhood is a bridge that has taken some of my friends away. A lot of them said the view from there is incredible. But it's not about the view. Any view could feels amazing if you have the right partner. </div>
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It feels like I'm running out of person who haven't crossed that bridge.</div>
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It feels like the whole world is coming down on me.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-52077947891728989602015-11-22T17:52:00.000+07:002015-11-22T17:52:56.113+07:00All these rages gotta go somewhere (2)<div class="MsoNormal">
If you wonder why do I keep pouring my rages here, here’s some reasons why;</div>
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1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sometimes I feel so lonely. After 12 constant hours of tolerating ‘noises’ in order to cope with social norms, I need to take those garbage out and reboot my mind. Yet I feel like I have no one to talk to. My S.O? Sure, perhaps he could help me. But sometimes these junks are so tiny, it just doesn’t seem to worth the effort it takes to pick up the phone, pour some more energy to translate those noises into words and convey them to another person. Not to mention I can’t force him not to bring any extra junks. Talking to my self and meditating before sleep seems simpler and more effortless, but at the same times all I really want to do is take a long hot bath and sleep until all those noises are fading.</div>
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2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I just want to put it out there, so I can reread them later and be embarrassed about it.</div>
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3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I silently wish that those noise makers read these rages and .. do what?</div>
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4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I need somewhere where I can judge people upside down - inside out and wrote about it mercilessly, ruthlessly, consciously, without having to explain furthermore. I don’t need to tell anyone about their backgrounds, their previous story, their character, but I can’t keep it inside my head; I NEED to put it out there and keep it somewhere where I could access them later. These junks gotta go somewhere.</div>
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5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>To keep track of my train of thoughts. These junks might be useful later, and I’m not the kind of person who throws anything out.</div>
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Why do I need so many reasons just to be able to pour my rages on my own blog? Why life is so complicated and I constantly feel the need to explain the nature of my actions to someone else even though I decided not to? </div>
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Yes, this is a silent scream.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-29904707884838820422015-06-18T02:44:00.000+07:002015-06-18T02:44:00.392+07:00Things I have to tell myself again and again and again 1. Some people reserved themselves to hear what they wanted to hear, and turned their back against whatever is not.<br />
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2. I need to identify those people immediately in order to avoid unnecessary mistakes which usually leaves deep cut on both sides.<br />
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3. I should never tell them what's on my mind. They could never accept my point of view because they judged me already but it's their loss. I'll save some energy, too.<br />
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4. I have no need to explains myself / excuse my actions. Those who dislike me would never get it through their ears, and those who knows me wouldn't need it in the first place.<br />
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5. I could never please everyone, stop trying.<br />
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6. Your mood should not dictates your manner.<br />
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7. Stones are stones. No matter how long you soak them in water, they'll be stones forever.<br />
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8. You could never understand some people's way of thinking no matter how hard you tried and analyse, stop trying.<br />
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9. Despising something deeply but trying to stay polite = constantly holding yourself from rolling your eyes back and forth. (((Yet on your mind you rolled them so hard you could almost see Saturn's satellites.)))<br />
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10. Yes, I've changed and that doesn't happened overnight. (((rolling eyes back and forth)))<br />
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11. Yet some people don't.<br />
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12. We're all battling a different war. Please, please, please, stop thinking that your pain / misery is the greatest one of all.<br />
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13. If you think the neighbours have better stuffs, something's wrong with your house. Have a little pride of yourself.<br />
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If this post makes you think I'm a self-centered asshole, please refer to point #4 then assess your future demeanour towards me.<br />
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Good night, have a decent rest.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-58515819098835268642015-05-20T16:49:00.002+07:002015-05-20T16:49:28.999+07:00All these rages gotta go somewhere <br />
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1. Does being married makes you feel better than those who haven't?<br />
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1. You should. You're all sold and paid for, bitch. What are you whining for? You have someone to talk to, cry on, hug and never let go for, kiss, make love or all kind of war and every other activities imaginable by human mankind. No matter how weird / crazy you are, you already have someone who accept you. They promised to never let go of your hand.<br />
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Meanwhile, we, single girls, may be in a relationship so healthy and happily being drunk in love or whatsoever, but we haven't nailed it yet. There's always points of insecurities, all going to the same question : <i>will we make it to the next step?</i><br />
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So yeah, married girls, you OUGHT to feel better than those who haven't.<br />
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2. No, you don't. I know being a mother means hard works, hard times, lots of ups and downs, etc., believe me : I've seen it all.<br />
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You may say : "You don't know how does it felt to be a mother until you're one." Which may be true, for those incredibly insensitive creatures. But for most women with sensible mind and heart, we could sympathise with you, dear mother. And it doesn't put you in a superior position to lecture us.<br />
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You think single life's easy? You think being single and unemployed easier than being a full-time mother / wife? Think again. You have goals to achieve to. You have a child to nurture, a husband to love, a home to manage. Your chore is your work, and the results are your payment. Being single AND unemployed means no goals, no chores, and of course no payment. For both sides, both mother and single gals, this may seemed bitter / schweeeett depends on HOW YOU SEE IT.<br />
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You said "It's easy being single, you're free to do whatever you want to do." YEA RITE. You know how I felt every-single-time someone shove me that sentence in my face? Like chewing a diamond-flavoured bubble gum. You become a mother by your own choice. Have some life-flavoured bubble gum as well.<br />
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Stop saying things like "I'm a mother now, I'm holier than thou". We all have different live, just chew whatever flavour you had in front of you.<br />
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Have fun, bitch.<br />
Life's hard already, there's really no need for being a jerk.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-735364769825401042014-08-14T23:41:00.001+07:002014-08-15T00:05:44.959+07:00My Favourite Snack Lately ; Poutine!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQVhBdpJGUJj09CkXviQR60rdMznaUhIwKmz8qr69__-hvbBF95kV3WofGxCvFYHHhbODzveFOC3Xrh9leEkO0Izz-cWOtAPGWpGxBOhKhSke9dXO1BsmUcLwUE-epdmW1VISCjMtUOrS/s640/blogger-image--249718077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQVhBdpJGUJj09CkXviQR60rdMznaUhIwKmz8qr69__-hvbBF95kV3WofGxCvFYHHhbODzveFOC3Xrh9leEkO0Izz-cWOtAPGWpGxBOhKhSke9dXO1BsmUcLwUE-epdmW1VISCjMtUOrS/s640/blogger-image--249718077.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kali ini saya nggak curhat / ngedumel deh, tapi ngasih resep masakan aja ya. Poutine sendiri basically adalah kentang goreng + gravy sauce, tapiiii kalo mau lebih enak ya jangan beli french fries beku, digoreng, terus dikasih gravy sauce instant ya. Ayo usaha sedikit, lumayan kok biar pacar / gebetan bilang "Wah kamu bisa masak ya!" (i never got that kind of compliment tho -- not that I want to)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">WARNING<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> : <i>saya kalo masak nggak pernah diukur, jadi ukuran di sini jangan dijadiin patokan yah, apalagi dijadiin panduan hidup.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>For 1-2 servings</b> (biar kalo makan berdua romantis gituuu, tangannya pegangan rebutan kentang. KYAAAA)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">[ <b>UNTUK KENTANG GORENGNYA</b> ]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 1 buah kentang ukuran besar, dicuci lalu dikupas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- air untuk merendam</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- garam secukupnya, untuk merendam</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- maizena, 1 sendok makan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- tepung serbaguna (yg segitiga2 itu lho), 3-4 sendok makan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">[ <b>UNTUK GRAVY SAUCE NYA</b> ]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 1 sendok makan maizena, dicampur dengan 30ml air</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 3 sendok makan unsalted butter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 2 sendok makan tepung serbaguna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 100 ml kaldu (bisa kaldu ayam / sapi / vegetable stock will do, too.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- k<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">alo nggak ada kaldu asli, apa boleh buat ; gantilah dengan 1 sendok makan royco™ / masako™ / 2</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">buah kaldu blok</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 2 siung bawang putih, cincang halus</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- 1 batang daun ketumbar, cincang halus. Seledri juga boleh, tapi daun ketumbar rasanya lebih segar, kayak ada jeruk nipisnya gitu deh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- lada hitam secukupnya</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- garam secukupnya</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>CARA MASAKNYA!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1. Potong kentang memanjang, jangan terlalu tipis / kecil ya, nanti loyo waktu digoreng. Setelah dipotong, rendam di air sampai terendam seluruhnya, beri garam + maizena, diamkan 30 menit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">2. Setelah direndam, buang sebagian air rendaman, lalu tambahkan tepung terigu. Jangan sampai terlalu kental ya, asal cukup buat coating saja. Kalau terlalu kental tambahkan air secukupnya.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">3. Panaskan minyak, goreng kentang dengan api sedang sampai berwarna kecoklatan, lalu tiriskan di atas tissue dapur untuk mengurangi minyak.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">4. Sekarang kita bikin gravy sauce nya yak! Di panci kecil, lelehkan butter, lalu campur dengan tepung sampai berwarna kecoklatan (sekitar 5 menit)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">5. Masukkan bawang, masak sebentar (30 detik). Masukkan kaldu, tambahkan maizena yg sudah dicampur dengan air. Kalau menggunakan kaldu instant, masukkan maizena cair dulu baru kaldu bubuknya ya. Aduk hingga mengental. Kalau kurang kental, buat lagi campuran maizena dan tambahkan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">6. Masukkan daun ketumbar / seledri cincang, bumbui dengan lada hitam+garam sesuai selera.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">7. Tuang kentang di atas mangkuk / piring, siram dengan gravy sauce. JADI DEH!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Paling enak makan poutine pake tangan, abis itu jilatin bekas gravy sauce nya deh (jorok yah, tapi enak, gimana dong). Selamat mencoba! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">P.s : untuk resep gravy sauce yang lebih bisa diandalkan, mungkin ada baiknya kalian googling aja hehehehe. Maklum kalo masak nggak pernah pake ukuran, tapi sejauh ini enak2 aja kok! :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-39088305844133596952014-05-04T22:49:00.001+07:002014-05-04T22:49:38.446+07:00These are (just) few of my favourite things<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes the best possible way for you to get something is to ask for it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now, can I get a giraffe?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWLf3p5DPPAqdxZgaSKDy60CHVT71sws7GADP0TlYIlRA2Xt3F_RDDuUyCKJNmy1TLEvLHvUCX5yXduojkKaohHdCVhsC5TgCMQM8Ngh3hho2vHIDE8X6AKVWjMeLUVW1zNk49uB3b9Ko/s640/blogger-image-1337185971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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1. Just rediscovered Modeselektor, because I just rediscovered Moderat <i>(a colab between Modeselektor and Apparat</i>), because I just going through entire mixmag's list of <a href="http://www.mixmag.net/words/features/best-albums-of-2013-10-1" target="_blank">best album release on 2013</a>. Their live set on 2012 Electronic Beats Festival in Budapest is amazing, esp. when they played Dirty Snowball (video below or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QHL6GzfnMA" target="_blank">here</a>). HANDS UP FOR PILLOW FIGHT THOUGH THERE'S NO FIGHTS INVOLVED.<br />
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4. You should listen to Washed Out - Paracosm album, though. It's perfect for a sunny - windy afternoon kinda weather (which we don't get much lately).</div>
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5. <b>ST. VINCENT</b> AND <b>BANKS</b> AND <b>MAYA JANE COLES</b> ARE AMAZING, PERIOD.</div>
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6. I miss the sun. Or if I should bear this cold weather, at least ... bring back my baby, my baby to meeeeee~ mirror mirror hanging on the wall you don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all~</div>
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7. I miss my friends. I love this 'all works and no play' kind of life (really good for my saving account), if only I could see an end to it. But I'm in no hurry.</div>
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8. Talking about hurry... Running out of creative yet humble ways on how to answer the 'when will you get married' questions. I mean, SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE?? CAN'T I AT LEAST GOT MY OWN HOME / APT. / PLACE FIRST?? *kinda ambitious, yet I'm spending all my money on airplane + concert tickets~~~*</div>
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9. Perhaps I should take my brand more seriously. SO I COULD BUY ANYTHING I WANT.</div>
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10. Don't ask me what you will be. I hate a person who doesn't know what he/she wants. I mean, just choose one already. Or just do whatever the fuxk you want.</div>
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11. Btw on no.10 I was talking about my significant other. *<span style="font-size: xx-small;">deep, </span>deep, <span style="font-size: large;">deep</span>, <span style="font-size: x-large;">deep</span> sigh*</div>
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12. I could never get enough of Death Cab For Cutie. ( currently streaming their Codes and Keys album <b>for the first time ever because I HATE YOU ZOOEY DESCHANEL WHY YOU DUMPED BEN GIBBARD FOR FUXK SAKE</b> <b>HE WAS MAKING INCREDIBLE MUSIC TILL HE MET YOU </b>) </div>
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<i>"Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full it slowly rises, your love is gonna drown~"</i></blockquote>
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13. This list is getting too long, trashy and it's not going to be pretty. Bye. </div>
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Dear honorable people of blogspot, please keep updating your blog. </div>
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I'd love to read them. </div>
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I found that people, so far, being more honest on this site.</div>
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It takes time for you to write, re-read and edit your thoughts as you poured them yet it's there anyway.</div>
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Have a nice day and year, anyone. Anyone, really.</div>
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how lost in you should I be?<br />
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yes I'm being tacky and I don't care.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-13072210400358313332013-07-29T18:37:00.002+07:002013-07-29T18:39:01.875+07:00there is always a first time for anything (or so they said).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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once upon a time on a rainy night in Bandung, i was bored.<br />
so, here goes my very first published mix.<br />
recorded using traktor for iPad, one take is all it takes (one take is all i've got).<br />
will do more mix -- once i'm bored enough, while i still got the iPad, which is unfortunately not mine.<br />
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stream here ; <a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/raraarar/diati-mix-1/">http://www.mixcloud.com/raraarar/diati-mix-1/</a><br />
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or download here ; https://www.dropbox.com/s/ii8ul60e7ek8hcm/d.i.a.t.i.%20%231.mp3<br />
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yay to productive boredom!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-83028271122994834502013-04-04T19:37:00.002+07:002013-04-04T19:37:25.042+07:00dig dig digsounds i've been digging on lately : (click on title for links)<br />
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Don't be so shocked, yes, i've been listening to quite a gigantrous number of *ehm* r 'n b & hip-hop lately. Oh but they're not the kind of 50cent/rihanna/j-lo-ish kind of music. Please, bear the 'tittle' and have a little faith on my 'oh-apalah-artinya-hamba-di-dunia-ini' musical taste. Hope you enjoy them as much as i did! (still do)<br />
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1. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/ryryne/ta-ku-when-i-met-you" target="_blank">Ta-Ku - When I Met You</a><br />
OH. THIS. IS. GREAT. Till we meet again, you! In the meantime, this is what keeps my shoulder pumping.<br />
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2. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/liveforthefunk/01-brokeas" target="_blank">Ta-Ku - Brokeas</a><br />
Remember TLC - No Scrubs? Now hear how this one damn fine Perth based mistahhh took samples from it and creating a whole new sounds.<br />
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3. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/shlohmo/dont-say-no-ft-how-to-dress" target="_blank">Shlohmo - Don't Say No (feat. How To Dress Well)</a><br />
Till we meet again, you! [2] In the meantime, this is what keepin me weepin.<br />
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4. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/1-800-dinosaur/james-blake-digital-lion" target="_blank">James Blake - Digital Lion</a><br />
Still need a description? Just click on the damn title already. You should feel what I feel, oh but you shouldn't take what i take. (It's illegal). ((judging me is illegal too)).<br />
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5. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/soulection/j-louis-all-about-the-panties" target="_blank">J-Louis - All About The Panties (That Mara Hruby Flow)</a><br />
Oh, i'll take it slow, we'll still be here for quite a while. Becyek becyeeekk.<br />
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6. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWn9rWuuEwc" target="_blank">D.I.M - Go!</a><br />
A perfect soundtrack for throwing bricks at those goddamn bastard side mirror banger motorcycle driver. Let's go.<br />
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7. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/chrome-sparks/marijuana" target="_blank">Chrome Sparks - Marijuana</a><br />
Even without the title, this song is still damn trippy. Remember, my people, we're all neurochemically vulnerable..........<br />
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If you like them too, beg on me first and i'll give you some more sounds. HA.<br />
If you don't, well.... please try to.<br />
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YOU SLEEP. I GRIND. BUT I THINK WE SHOULD GRIND TOGETHER SOMETIMES.<br />
xxxxxxxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-32255257975171238162013-01-11T01:08:00.001+07:002013-01-11T01:08:51.352+07:00cranky<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">1. Those fragments that you take is the amount of what it takes to make my heart whole.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">2. Because at the end of the day, sometimes all you wanna do is curled up like a fetus and cry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">3. We're all looking for a hand to stroke this head, to offer the comfort we can't buy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">4. What the fuck you're holding my hand that night for. Knowing you'll be flying off in the next 6 hours?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">5. Don't open your soul if you can't close the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">6. No matter how hard I laughed earlier today, when I'm alone I could barely hold the feelings together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">7. When you're having PMS, stay away from any social media. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">You're on the verge of damaging yourself and others.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">And they don't miss you anyway. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">And you're not seeking for attention, only some emotion releases, aren't you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">We've been there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">We all have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Don't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Dear Mother Nature, can't you just text me "Hey, you're not pregnant this month.", instead of messing up with my hormones? I don't need all these ups and downs. And neither does my friends and colleagues.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">(((was written on the state of an accute Premenstrual Syndrome attack)))</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-61862457220916280682013-01-04T19:45:00.001+07:002013-01-04T19:48:44.931+07:00RIP 2012<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all the good memories.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all lesson learned.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for making the last 12 months unforgettable. (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">well, several of them</span></i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all the bottles, shoes and jewelleries thrown, sober or drunk.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all free tickets and invitations.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all photos with famous people taken.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all the money i made and thrown within weeks after i made them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for all the opportunities i could get.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for <b>all the friends i made</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for <b>all the friends i managed to keep</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thanks for <b><i>all the crushed and blown away hearty moments</i></b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i love 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i won't say "<i>2013 is mine</i>" and all the bullshit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">let's just see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to a better, healthier life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to a merrier gigs and parties. (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">i'm soon to be 24 y.o and half ashamed half happy to spell the word p-a-r-t-y</span></i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to more songs to be made.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to an album on the go.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to more <a href="http://c-a-l-f.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">CALF</a>'s collections.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to my very own website.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to every free stuffs i could get and give.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to new travel designations.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to a new friends to be made.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to every old friends i want to keep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">heres to few enemy i would or could forgive. (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">well, enemy is a big word</span></i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i love <a href="http://roryphillips.com/" target="_blank">rory phillips</a>. i love <a href="http://soundcloud.com/RAC" target="_blank">RAC</a> mix. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">thank you for a merry NYE we've thrown and all those who came. (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">especially yea yea yearrrghhhh fufufu</span></i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">rxxa uxxxi</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-90480540680382657662012-12-28T02:15:00.001+07:002012-12-28T02:18:06.165+07:00you may well ask, and you may not like the truth.<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">because one should tweet before they think, and one should be able to pour their > 140 but < 1000 characters honestly <i>yet</i> publicly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">because the older we get, somehow we share our pain and joy with fewer people.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that's where the presence of internet seems to be more inviting than ever. (youtube kittens!!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">somehow that's true. most of your friends graduated, then either drowned with their post graduate activities (including dating, working, getting married, having a baby, etc.) , moved into another city or stay in the same place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but they're drifting away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so you'll have to find a new boat to sail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that new boat could be your old acquintances, someone whom you never exchange more than 3 sentences to in college, yet somehow both of you fits better after graduation (read : work life).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that could be a new friends at work. A real friends, the one that you could go to a bar after work with and spill your '<i>oh why</i>' life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that could be your new-found circle, from something you tried recently ; like yoga class or cooking class or whatever class that suits your preferences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">it would be okay if you don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">it would be great if you do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">theres nothing wrong with caving in with old friends, or even no one at all. (just in case everyone you know is leaving, which is highly unlikely yet somehow feels like they do).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but i'm telling you from the other side : having new circle is good. it's healthy. it's fun. it keeps you sane. it made your night feel less lonely. it gives you new hopes. it gives you something to look forward to. especially if you're single and feeling that there is nothing wrong with it, yet you're still asking yourself why you're single, and the answer "you just haven't found the right girl/guy yet" doesn't satisfy you. your heart is an empty room (in a good way) and painted in a beautiful colour. let your new circle fills your heart. with jokes and laughs, and every other feelings including anger and hatred, anything but boredom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">{let the next part be an openly internet public note to myself.}</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">because every fibre of my being is enjoying it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and i kept telling myself not to pick, not to think.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but it felt wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so i kept thinking and picking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and every second i'm thinking and picking it's killing me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and everytime i stop thinking or picking, someone is picking me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and when i 'm feeling fine, they stop reeling and cut the strings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">they're thinking and picking too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i'm affraid i've built a way too comfortable nest just for one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but i want 'you' to try to fit in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i want the renovation to be seamless and smooth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">please fit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i do really want to stop thinking and picking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and when i do, please help me stop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">not anyone,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">only those whose willing to crawl into a way too comfortable nest just for one, then change it for two.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">***it do took me 1,5 hour to write this post.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">maybe that's why i write more <a href="http://heatbangerss.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-56349927914721123342012-11-08T22:44:00.000+07:002012-11-09T00:27:28.128+07:00never had, never will<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">alasan menulis postingan kali ini :</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">1. direquest secara spesial oleh nona Dessy Fapiola. (terimakasih, aku diam-diam terharu.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">2. sedang menunggu update-an iOS yang udah mah bikin semua media ilang (my bad, nggak pernah back up data) , lamanya setengah mati.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">so. here we rowwllll.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">bentar. masih kesel harus nungguin donlotan update iOS. masalahnya updatenya di kantor. dan sekarang sudah jam 10. dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">ok. here we rowwllll again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">*you guys all sucks. i'm rawks.*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">1. Munchausen Trilemma masuk 2 nominasi kategori ICEMA 2012. (Best Indie Pop Song and Favourite Group Band/Duo.) ICEMA itu apaan sich? ICEMA itu <i>Indonesian Cutting Edge Music Award</i>. (yea, cutting edge abeess guwe) ICEMA-nya sendiri kontroversial sih ; ada yang setuju, ada yang nganggep apeu. Tapi band yang masuk nominasi sih biasanya seneng-seneng aja. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">VOTE DONG. disini nih : <span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>http://icema.co.id/icema/nominees/2012.html</b></span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Terlepas dari bakal menang atau enggaknya, seperti biasa kaum hawa ini lebih mikirin baju apa yang bakal dipake di awarding night. YEA RITEEE.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">2. If you EVER think being an apparel designer (<i>i don't have the guts to call myself a 'fashun' designer</i>) is easy, please....... think again. <i><b>I'll be gladly taking my shoes off and give 'em to you, as long as i'll have 'em back clean and shiny</b></i>. ALL THESE BUSINESS PLANS AND MARKETING STRATEGIES!!! MONETARY MATTERS!! *sobs*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">But that rare moment when you spot a stranger wearing your design is indeed, <i>priceless</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">3. The Prodigy is coming to KL...... and if you ever had to dance with loads of sweaty tamil, you knew why I'm having a zillionth thoughts to watch 'em. BUT IT'S THE PRODIGY. BUT... Maybe I should watch 'em in Melbourne. *smirk*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">4. Talking bout Melb... nevermind. I'll write a song about it. YES, A FUCKIN SONG. And y'all have to weep. <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">WEEP WITH ME. WEEP WITH ME. WEEP MUTHAFUCKAAAAA</span></b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">5. Or to take things to another level, I'll make a collections themed 'Weep' instead. Now we're talking. Ha-Ha. However, I miss him. I miss those sporadic messages that made my morning. Yepyepyepyep WHATEVAAA.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">6. Last sentences. I don't need your pity. I've got my band, brand, and an occasional cherry flavoured night time. I'm going to make it raaaaiinnnn~ kthxbye~</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">btw. appx 70 min. remaining of my download. *insert middle finger here*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">****quick update : the time is 00:25 and i'm still here. iTunes said they're restoring from back up. Will I ever get those photos back? *crossing fingers*</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-87475917062349385442012-09-04T00:41:00.002+07:002012-09-04T00:41:58.020+07:00Luvt laff laugh<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">I don't have the slightest idea of what love is. It could be the first thing that pop on your mind once you wake up. It could be the last thing that linger when you go to sleep.<div>
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Love is addictive. It's the caffeine that jolt your morning up when everything else fails you. It's the painkiller you took when you're aching. It's the comfort that you seek on a rainy night.</div>
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Love is misery. It's the one that keeps you awake because you're living in a different time zone. It's the one that awaken your curiousity, even when you know it could kill you. Your mind start drifting and before you know you're stumbling.</div>
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Love is happiness. One message could put a smile upon your face for days. One touch could send a shiver down your spine. It's the light you see at the end of your dark tunnel. The one that you want to hold on for your dear life for no particular reasons.</div>
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Love is money. The one you spend on fancy items because you wanted to be seen at your best. The sum on your saving accounts never seems enough to buy those airline tickets (because once again you live in different country). The credits on your phone depleting fast because you took that cross-atlantic calls. </div>
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Love is a two sided swords. Those comforting message that you seek never seem to come. Those happy memories that once cherish you seems like happened BC. Those late skype calls never seems to last long enough because one of you eventually need to sleep.</div>
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One never supposed to talk about love. Your eyes will eventually get teary. Those smiles wears off. You outgrow your significant others feelings. You keep thinking that theres an end you have to face. </div>
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You ought to stop thinking about love as a personifications to your admired object. You could start loving your job, your iPod's playlist, your bucket list, or your dreams. You should start loving them, because it requires no return.</div>
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But if you happen to love someone, be in love with someone that likes your photo even when you looked ugly in it. Be in love with someone who's not affraid to correct your mistakes, even when they don't know how you'll react. Be in love with someone who protect you, someone who doesn't give your number to someone else, because they actually affraid that person is going to take advantages of you. Someone who chose to watch you perform over an important football match. Someone who will text you in the morning to ask where you are, because last night they couldn't walk you home when both of you get wasted. Someone who's willing to take an evening stroll just because you're bored, even when they're tired. Someone who's willing to hang with your friends, a total strangers to them.</div>
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Being in love, no matter how bad the results may turn, is good for your soul. And no love is ever be the same, so stop comparing. And here we are. Again.</div>
</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-29251148657646777582012-08-23T19:10:00.003+07:002012-08-23T19:10:49.304+07:00My mind told me so.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Tonight, you're not gonna peek into Facebook™ messenger to see whether he's active or not. NO. Knowing that he's active but not saying hi to you only going to make you feel misserable. Yet, seeing that he's mobile, while re-reading your previous conversations only tempt you to say hi. And if you're not getting any reply, we both know you'll feel miserable too.<div>
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No. Step away from that phone now. Let it be charged graciously. Put that phone down, and go back to your nest ; where piles of book and scattered paper waiting for you.</div>
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Oh no. You're peeking his twitter account. Yes, it's not his facebook profile but seeing his conversations with his friends won't make you feel better either. You'll only ache for more. <i><b>Close that profile now</b></i>. Good.</div>
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Ok now you're feeling ignored and miserable. I suggest we open that bottle of wine, and play SongPop while your mind wander to another country.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. What doesn't kill you only makes you c y n i c a l.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. Italians sure know how to entertain.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> 2a. Which cause me start thinking about Australian.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">3. I despise people in love.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">4. Love is just a game that i have no interest to play.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> 4a. This game of chase is driving me mad.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> 4b. Let us all be primitive and say what we truly feel, like the way it goes before someone invent the word "LIE"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> 4b-1. I'll start it. </span></span><em><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I M I S S Y O U </span></span></strong></em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">5. The phenomenon of "</span></span><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I could love you</span></span></em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">" is heart-wrenching, simply because it is universal and inescapable.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">6. Why does it easier to remember the pain this people cause rather than the joy they bring?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">i would like to know when.</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-31997404049537289752012-03-30T12:06:00.003+07:002012-03-30T12:25:23.378+07:00fffffffuck<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">4th failed attempt to watch Shinichi Osawa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">1. I even tried to invite him to an event that i held.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">2. He performed in Singapore few days after i left.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">3. He canceled the show in FMF. When i already bought the ticket.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">4. Theres a riot happening in Jakarta. Highway access closed. When i actually had 2 invitation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I cried.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/08/crying.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 300px;" src="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/08/crying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">failed for the 2nd time, still okay. <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3rd</span></span>? not. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4th</span></span>? <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >IS THIS A CURSE?? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and they're causing a riot over gasoline prices? dude, are you even gonna change their mind??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i fucking swear i'll watch Shinichi Osawa someday. Even if i had to go to Japan. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">This country is a fucking mess.</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-78924544087329180692012-02-23T22:57:00.001+07:002012-02-23T23:00:15.685+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBmonN2PDo7RGXRiEgSDIsqDPKeWSphqRvk4F6VqZEx12nplXd0mQfIY3UERMvZgDtJwoE7b8G9xMLEjgMbqKqny5gA9OzpwUft7tmhgJqy6vnoOq6lWtG9lhNWDJa298G-d2Ci3vCwCz/s1600/sample+3+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBmonN2PDo7RGXRiEgSDIsqDPKeWSphqRvk4F6VqZEx12nplXd0mQfIY3UERMvZgDtJwoE7b8G9xMLEjgMbqKqny5gA9OzpwUft7tmhgJqy6vnoOq6lWtG9lhNWDJa298G-d2Ci3vCwCz/s320/sample+3+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712360849806713266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">you do remember me. <span style="font-family: georgia;">:')</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"><br /><br /><br />tuhan maha pengasih lagi maha penyayang emang totalitas.<br /><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-20553776802120678842012-02-23T22:42:00.004+07:002012-02-23T22:55:33.745+07:00enormous<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxdCVtYywC1W_4lmsT8MvWEwkqm6VL6QcoW8D5W2q_7ub_h2m9R3S3Ae2KL80Mnk-2pTuw7eCsOtaBj553STf7g211iZgFX_CEVK67V3lIYsIez0IOG_5hKGG1Ix0Q9Tc4G79sFg4xO9l/s1600/sample+3+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxdCVtYywC1W_4lmsT8MvWEwkqm6VL6QcoW8D5W2q_7ub_h2m9R3S3Ae2KL80Mnk-2pTuw7eCsOtaBj553STf7g211iZgFX_CEVK67V3lIYsIez0IOG_5hKGG1Ix0Q9Tc4G79sFg4xO9l/s320/sample+3+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712357371855851522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">if you let me go, i will.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" >if i ask yr permission first,<br /><br /><br />i'm just being polite</span>.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xfm5dgfi_qzFkec1AqtK3TcVNDVXLQIWHK4xQwjPvyBJwpt47yeWd8Za_IW1ASXtd6Leu84FR8WbBUUa6Jr_mg8MjnRuEGn6Aue3FapNtwVRwpaWawOIvg07Y1GdEaNv9J8TC_K5EarN/s1600/sample+3+a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xfm5dgfi_qzFkec1AqtK3TcVNDVXLQIWHK4xQwjPvyBJwpt47yeWd8Za_IW1ASXtd6Leu84FR8WbBUUa6Jr_mg8MjnRuEGn6Aue3FapNtwVRwpaWawOIvg07Y1GdEaNv9J8TC_K5EarN/s320/sample+3+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712358255841481554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">don't you dare</span> thinking that you are the best</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkzLoJhUEbTXSwMBwmqQjNonMEFuQPoQKPT3hjuSOMlxxoLSVFCytXgyOtYoam48yaoi0xtEn429D7za-Efqesv7A0FpiG_er4LxT5dJG2UdQ87TPNSr7ZKsxUKWqU8c-CEUNraoQDnmA/s1600/sample+3+002.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">you do have a very difficult way in saying '<span style="font-style: italic;">thank you</span>'.<br />for fuck sake ; you're not begging for anything. it's an appreciation, moron.<br />and i'll thank you (if only you ever do) that.<br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xfm5dgfi_qzFkec1AqtK3TcVNDVXLQIWHK4xQwjPvyBJwpt47yeWd8Za_IW1ASXtd6Leu84FR8WbBUUa6Jr_mg8MjnRuEGn6Aue3FapNtwVRwpaWawOIvg07Y1GdEaNv9J8TC_K5EarN/s1600/sample+3+a.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxdCVtYywC1W_4lmsT8MvWEwkqm6VL6QcoW8D5W2q_7ub_h2m9R3S3Ae2KL80Mnk-2pTuw7eCsOtaBj553STf7g211iZgFX_CEVK67V3lIYsIez0IOG_5hKGG1Ix0Q9Tc4G79sFg4xO9l/s1600/sample+3+001.jpg"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497529708995007681.post-55087834881411855952012-02-16T18:51:00.003+07:002012-02-16T19:11:35.493+07:00{happiness}<span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" >what can i say?<br />i don't kiss and tell.<br />and you can't feel what i felt either.<br />word will be meaningless.<br />here, i'll give you my random rants.<br /><br />nama : rara utami<br />umur : soon, i'll be 23 y.o *<span style="font-style: italic;">yikes</span>!<br />hobi : tidur dan hura-hura<br />ambisi : kaya dari pesugihan, watch any festival/concert i want.<br />keahlian khusus : how to get wasted politely<br />kelemahan : tulang-tulang bagus, nggak tahan api<br /><br />shut up. i know what i want and how to get there. <span style="font-weight: bold;">might change directions without warning</span>.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/405384_10150564664259107_740734106_8964991_1382981691_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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it's fun.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">and it does help me concentrate. and it make me feels <span style="font-size:78%;">less lonely</span>.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">i brainstorm with myself. and no one is arguing. i sing, with nothing to be shamed for. solitude is a </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >t o t a l b l i s s</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />screw on 2012 resolutions! i know i'll make one eventually, and accomplished 70% of it. i used to write '</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >a boyfriend, perhaps</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">' on EVERY-FUCKING-NEW-YEAR resolutions. until i finally gave in. boyfriend or no boyfriend, i'll live. i'll be happy. new job, family, friends, more money, more bands, more flirtations, fuck you boyfriend. you and the happiness you promise me, which i could get from a hot fling.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> aren't being single is lovely</span>?</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">FUCK YOU NEW YEAR!! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >sorry, can't help the 'fuck' thing</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >it's the immensity of the fuck i do not give.<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />have you met my latest crush? his name is Sebastian Akchote, his stage name is SebastiAn (yes, with capital A, this is not a typo case) a pretty well known artist from le french Ed Banger Records, and he's HOT. STEAMING HOT. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >i would totally loved to fuck him. e v e r y d a y~<br /></span></span><a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv23nyclJA1qdnxtuo1_400.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 420px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv23nyclJA1qdnxtuo1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">OK. Moving on with this hasty mind. Either i happened to have too much stuff on my brain right now, or i simply can't focus on 1 thing. How's life been treating you lately? In my case, they treat me with lots of choices, in a nice way. LOTS of concert choices. Hello, am i the only one panicking here? Laneway (with 10-ish artist in it), Royksopp, Death Cab For Cutie, and god knows what next. You may laugh at me to be frantic over concerts, but hey there are girls who addicted over shoes! I think concerts are more reasonable.<br /><br />However there are choices to be made, things prior than others, i'll make mine soon. Have a joyous and prosperous years ahead! Doom / no doom, live this year like theres no years ahead! Kissous!!</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /></span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0