-Life-
= The characteristic state or condition of a living organism.
= Human existence, relationships, or activity in general.
-Uniformity-
= the quality or state of being uniform
= Monotone
: Sameness or dull repetition in sound, style, manner, or color.
Life's pretty dull. Repetitious in every step of its' way.
The colorful rainbow has vanished from God's painted wall
The light starts to feel bleary... Away from the sun
For merely darkness of what it will embrace
a lonely planet, yes it is... the place to be.
Life Uniformity
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A Tribute to the Terminally Clueless
A "fuckwit" is a person who has consistently failed to obtain any degree of 'clue'.
Spammers are always fuckwits.
The term "fuckwit" may now be used quite easily in non-technical circles and probably applies just as equally to many people we meet in everyday life. Rude people, devoid of manners. Loud people, especially those who use their mobile telephone in totally inappropriate environments and only know two voice volumes ('silent' and 'shouting').
Many fuckwits drive buses. Actually, many fuckwits just 'drive' - badly.
However, not all drivers, of buses or otherwise, are fuckwits.
Fuckwits park on pavements and in disabled parking spaces when they are not entitled to do so.
Fuckwits always believe they have 'right of way'.
Fuckwits drop litter in the street.
Fuckwits only generally care about themselves and this is evident in their overall attitude toward everything and everyone else.
Fuckwits always know absolutely everything in the history of everythingness.
Fuckwits talk lots and listen little.
Fuckwits never allow evidence to prevent them continuing to be a fuckwit.
Fuckwits, basically, are fuckwits.
There is no cure.
You'll know when you meet a fuckwit.
-- Are you one of the fuckwit(s) smeared around the globe?
Well, join the club!
Forever a fuckwit dreamer
`courtesy of fuckwit.info
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The whole truth, and nothing but the Truth.
YOU FUCKWIT!! Congratulations, you are a FUCKWIT!
you are so completely clueless
about the world around you that you are
probably creating emotional turmoil around you
and not noticing. On the bright side, people
probably like hanging around with you casually;
they just wouldn't trust you with something
serious for anything
Are you a Fuckwit, Asshole, Bitch, or Psycho?
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Don't
I Don't start this feeling. Do I have any specific feelings? Okay, calm. Think thoroughly of what you are about to ask yourself. This may not be the best emotion you will experience. Please, Don't think any foolish dreams. Don't think of anything that'll be the biggest mistake you'll ever made.
I'm confused with the feeling I have. I Don't want to have any feelings attached. Please, not that sort of feeling. It can't be happening. No, never. Please don't let it slip out of my system.
Don't love.
Don't fancy.
Don't infatuate.
Don't wonder a castle in the sky.
Don't, for I cannot.
Don't let me question my own heart, my own mind, my own soul.
Nothing will ever happen. It cannot. Block any thoughts that would lead my heart towards the unexpected and unwanted. I cannot have any touchy feeling. No, I cannot.
Out, Out, Out of the misery mystery sentiment.
Please, leave me out of it.
elude me off an endless tale.
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1.03 PM: Southbank Royale
Take a look
At what I took
A leaf out of everybody's book
We see what you can't see
I'm caught in a trap of my own
Like everybody I know
Do you all know
Of the emperor's clothes
Walking down an empty road
We see what you can't see
That's not how I wanna be
Anyhow, everytime, the same dream
Courtesy of:JET
Labels: Rambling nonsense , somesay
stereotype
OK Yes, I'm doing my masters degree right now. YES it's true I've lived in MELBOURNE for quite some time now. And YES it's not in INDONESIA, it's located at the corner of the Australian continent, which is sited nearly at the bottom of the universe (excuse my geographically idiotic minded) D'oh! =P
But you see, the truth is - I am not the brilliant Einstein. I don't prefer this stranded land over my birth country. And definitely, I am not the expert in the ENGLISH department. NO NO! Don't use those stereotypes quotes on me. I have had enough of those bullcrap.
Don't it annoy any of you to be labeled of something but trully it's not who you really are?
One more thing, the equation Mr. Right + Mr. Perfect = Mr. Caucasian. It's dead wrong. Stop asking or even telling(!) me to "hook-up" with the locals here. Me and them, are so not a match. So, Quit it!
Really, people... such stereotypes are extremely irritating and I'm not very pleased.
Therefore, shush.
Labels: The damsel in distress
kangen.
ada perasaan aneh muncul ketika matahari memulai harinya tadi pagi.
Entah apa, entah karena apa, entah mengapa..
Gue kangen jakarta, Gue kangen indo, Gue kangen temen2 gue, Gue kangen sodara2 gue, Gue kangen nyokap gue, Gue kangen kumpul2...
Kayaknya lagi melankolis aja...
tapi gue merasa gak betah lagi ada disini...
disini bukan dunia gue... bukan tempat gue seharusnya berada...
bukan.
bukan disini.
Labels: Rambling nonsense
Mengejar Matahari
Di sini ada satu kisah
Cerita tentang anak manusia
Menantang hidup bersama
Mencoba menggali makna cinta
Tetes air mata... Mengalir di sela derai tawa
Selamanya kita... Tak akan berhenti
mengejar...Matahari
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R N B and S.E.X.Y
You're in a club, a hard pumpin' RnB Music on the background, Women with skimpy skirts and body-huggin' top, hunk of beefs all around with eyes rollin' every step of the way. The room filled with music while the DJ spins in such "delight" sounds. He's havin' fun, people are havin' great times.
All you see is just people shakin' their thang and bouncin' their body along with the music. RnB, yes it is the "it" music in the town.
The ladies in the house feel all sexy. shake that booty! the glam is in you, Men can't stop gazin'. Men-Women flow with the music. It is the sensation. It is all you can feel, the vibe inside the room.
Not necessarily in a club, a lounge or a pub. You can feel sexy in your own home, with RnB in the background. Impetuously, it asks your body to move following the atmosphere of the music. It is sexy, it is exhilarating, it is relaxing and you feel free... Free in your own world.
Be free, Feel sexy, live life.
Give it a go...
No regrets.
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another episode
"Saya mau karir yang mapan dan sesuai keinginan hati"
"Gue mau cowo yang ngertiin gue, yang bisa nyesuain ama diri gue, yang mapan (Ooh.. Yes yes yes!), yang pastinya.. yang sayang dan cinta mati ama gue" (sounds horribly selfish don't u think? :P)
"Aku mau bahagiain keluarga. Mama yang udah mati2an sabar dengan emosiku yang meluap2 dan bisa mengerti sifat introvertku. Papa yang udah berusaha sekuat tenaga menyenangkan kehidupan materialku.Semua pihak yang selalu bimbing, ngemong, support, becanda & dengerin curhat2ku, nanggepin kemarah2anku."
"Gue mau cita2 gue terwujud."
"Saya mau punya koleksi sepatu sejagad"
"Aku mau rumahku nanti semuanya hasil usahaku sendiri"
"Gue mau untuk selalu ada di antara sodara2 gue dan keluarga2 gue"
"Aku mau semua kebusukan2 yang berhasil "nyelip" disana sini bisa dimusnahkan once and for all"
Ya.. itulah yang GUE mau. Banyak ya.. dan itu belom semuanya.
Gue yakin, ini bukan cuma kemauan gue doank. Semua orang, laki dan perempuan, pasti punya banyak keinginan. Nggak mungkin sama satu sama lain, tapi pastinya mereka punya cita2 dan keinginan masing2. Seperti gue, itu bukan keinginan gue seutuhnya. Kalo diitung sampe sekecil2nya, *DANG* blog page ini gak bakalan muat!
Pernah gak nanya ke diri sndiri... Gue jadi apa sih nanti 5 taun mendatang? Cita2 gue apa ya? Masa depan gue bagaimana ya?
Wihh.. All those are basically just retorical questions arent they?
Well, yes for me.
Inget gak, dari tk-sd-smp-sma... di setiap formulir, di setiap pertanyaan, di setiap academic event, di setiap situasi.. muncul pertanyaan ini "Apakah Cita Cita kamu?"
Dan percaya gak percaya,
dari tk-sd-smp-sma, pertanyaan itu tidak pernah terjawab dengan jujur dan benar sama gue. I never knew what the answer was and maybe never will be. Apa sebenernya yang aku idam2kan, cita2kan, gregetan to achieve?
I don't know.
Kalo sekarang aku pikirkan tentang masa depan, pastilah itu hanya dalam bentuk karir. A tangible version of my future. Tapi, gue juga gak tau karir apa yang bener2 sesuai dengan keinginan hati gue. Twisted kan?
The phrase, live your life day by day and don't think of tomorrow. It's all crap.
Ah well,
I'm just here, as usual, sittin' in my room. Front of computer, lookin' out the reddish sun about to set, the day is about to end...
And voila,
I have no where to go, I have no plans to follow, I have no life to lead on
I'm just a blank canvas and not ready to be painted.
Just sittin'
And waitin' ...
Labels: The damsel in distress
Good Advice?
I don't know why people would ever think of applying for a master degree, I really don't. I thought I knew why, but really now I don't. I'm sort of lost in this upper-end academic world.
I can honestly say that it's 100% in reverse from the undergrad degree. All those fun relaxing teaching is nowhere to be seen and experienced.
For all people who are thinking of applying for master degree, I can trully say to you is that.. DON'T! ih mendingan JANGAN deh bok ya.
I know it's good for your future, your career and such.
But you know.. experiences are better than academic books.
Turns out, a full-time job may not be so bad after all. Rather than forcing your mind 24/7 for things that u trully don't know the application in real world. It can all be so damn confusing.
So very very good tip.. Never think of Master Degree, when you trully not prepared for it. NEVA!
I know, more whining episode.
Well, this is what the page is made for.
Cheerios dahlings!
Labels: The damsel in distress
Flesh to Flash
Have you ever wonder why many people, especially women, are more comfortable to show some flesh during the most prestigious events. It's been like that for ages now. Most of them are even competing to get awarded to who has the tiniest cloth to wrap their bod. Let's see one of the most prestigious hollywood event, the academy award. The press would sometimes condemn any women who are wearing nice attire with proportionate length to wrap their bod. On the contrary, press would fizzes for women who show more -or all- flesh attire. It is believed to be sexy is to show some flesh. It is true actually, even I do think of that myself (see, not just a naivete judgment).
It is widely spread that women's bod is such a beautiful art. It has its' own curviness and silhouette. Thus, the more flesh you flash... you show people the art of your bod. This is true though. Who would ever deny that those models-type-of-bods are not gorgeous and a-to-die-for figure? Women who say that those models are just a-skinny-long-legged-blonde-brunette-starved-to-death people, well I would definitely say that these women are such hypocrites. Admit it, at one time we all have felt the avidity to have such perfectness.
However, people knew that these models-type-of-bods are perfect from the amount of flesh they've exposed. What if, these ladies never showed off their bod in half-and-half attire? Would they be catwalk models? Would there be subjective judgment that women's body is an art itself? Would there ever be a weight issue smeared around the globe? Hmm... Would it?
Question is, why not men? There are hardly any men would wear half-and-half attire to any prestigious award or any event as a matter of fact. How would people react when they witness brad pitt wearing only that troy outfit to oscar night? As Wohoo! as the thought wud be and bet women all over the world, at any age, would drool over him and men would die of jealousy. Yet, he wouldn't wear such attire to such event now would he? Most probly , he will be judged and maybe asked to make one or two phone calls to psychic. =P On contrast, Jennifer Lopez would wear nothing but a tiny bikini-top and a see-through cloth to act as a full-length skirt. Still, people would shout their admiration on to the dress and effectively, on to herself. And that's what they described as S.E.X.Y! A to-die-for image.
Just for once, in an imaginary la-la land... all people (men and women) would wear all nice-full-length clothing. Especially on women, would people still consider these women hot and sexy with their new appearance? Or we back to the prophet's era, where they're all considered conservative and old-fashioned. Thus, creative-minded fashionistas would eagerly design new trend of half-and-half attire, which would then be considered as an extreme breakthrough. People would start to condemn or admire these extremists. Here go again, the circle of life. It is all just a bit of repetition isnt it? a loop in our extraordinary lifestyle.
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I Dare You To Move
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
Redemption is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move
-- I dare myself the very query.
Labels: Rambling nonsense , somesay
Don't Judge A book by Its' Cover!
Classic.
How trully untrue those words are.
we often judge and criticize or even just a lil bit of mumblings about other person/people behind their back. But do we know that person deeply enuf to even judge negatively about them? Absolutely not, do we?
Judgemental opinions are generally attached inside our minds, thus we couldn't help but to criticize them harshfully before we even know that person's name.
Truly is a mind game. That is, to force One's mind to block out all those cynical thoughts.
Probly it was the history of gossip. Haha, maybe.
As for me, I am one of those people. Cynical and Judgemental. =D
learned my lesson thou. It's not easy to accept the reality. But hey, you really are a foreign stranger in a deserted land (whichever meaningful). Too arrogant, I am. The reality stroke me deep, as fathomless as a cut sharp glass (bad analogy, again.)
Reality, Reality.. Thank you for always waking me up in this bitterness existence.
It's not as sweet as candy, but sweet enuf to taste like chocolate.
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