A Retrospect

Yesterday something that I realized from a long time ago, struck me back with a velocity I can’t imagine.

It was the thoughts that we yearn for support whenever we’re down and once we’re able to stand on our feet and move again we quickly forget that support. I felt like I am a dickhead, who takes things for granted, because I only yearn support when I’m down not once I wanted to share my independence with this support.

So here goes

I once promise myself in the past, “I’ll devote my life to he/she who’s able to lift me up, makes me move on,  laugh all the things and preferably to accompany me always”. Now I can say, I’ve been lucky to found such person.

Not only I thanked her for she wants to help me around that times, I also very grateful for she wants to spend her days with me.

In a very sensical world she’s probably the comforting sounds,  pleasing sights, sweet taste, soft touch and hypnoting smell. Yet above all it all did not make sense because she just suddenly completes me.

Cheers

For those who asked.

Never doubt me for my commitment on something, I may falter and fall but I will always return and fix all the mistakes I made.

The Wisdom and Knowledge of The Taxi Driver-part 1

“In many parts of the world there’s always the group of people who run the streets, both night and day. They interact with vast number of people of different characters, while they themselves are also a people of character, whom sometimes annoying, plain hilarious, shady, cool, educated or street smart. Some of them are very fond of speaking their minds, while others are very shy. These are the collection of the wisdom and knowledge of the taxi drivers, whom are kind enough to share and talk to me during my travel across Indonesia (mainly Jakarta).”

• On the recent terrorist attack: “The xxxx must be the one behind the attacks in Indonesia and the rest of the world, just take alook at 9/11 why are most of the xxxx employees are taking leave on that day?”

• On Indonesia’s Independence: “Indonesia has it all. It has achieved its independence, it’s a prosperous country, its beauty is unsurpassed, pity it lacks one thing. Justice.”

• On Swine flu or any other flu: “Isn’t swine or the bird flu is created as a biological weapon? It’s politics all along I tell you.”

• On the increasing number of AIDS patient in rural area particularly Papua: “There’s only one explanation why the incidence rate is so much higher in Papua compared to Jakarta (in which has higher number of prostitute). The lack of education.” ~ I added “as well as the low economic power”

• On prostitution: “The prostitute along this street is really not a prostitute at all, they dress nicely not wearing any skimpy clothes yet often I see they’re often being picked up by cars. Those who pick up must have a spare money on their sleeve, heck if I had some I’d probably do it as well”

Unto Hyperspace!

Faster than light

Defeat the times

To the unknown

Become one with the force

The Eyes See What They Want To See

I always said that the concept of truth is like the horizon, a person stands in one place wouldn’t be able to grasp what others see.
Put it simply to fulfill the concept, you can see it, others can see it, but nobody can comprehend what is the absoluteness of truth, it’s because each one sees what they want to see. A different perspective for every person.

Just like the door, all we can think are “is it bolted?” “is it locked?” “is somebody just closed it?” or ”are we the one that lost the key?”

What if I tell you, that the key or lock did not exist and the door is a figment of our imagination, painted by an artist which makes we believe that we’re being locked out. Just like the concept of a horizon-slash-truth, you wanted to see a door and its lock, you’ll see a locked door. Where as in other’s perception the locked door might not exist at all.

Now if you still see a locked door, turn back and take a look. You’re being locked outside, where fate always cross, chances are always present like inconsistency and beauty hides itself in chaos.

Politics Are Funny

Politics are funny. It made me laugh more than comedy.
Politics are heavy. It made me annoyed more than coffee.
Politics are sad. (because) The people around it are mad.
Politics are tools. (yet) Somehow we are the fools
Politics did not abridge. It enlarge the corner of the ridge

Politician need skills. In order to kill
Politician need honey. Or is it the money?
Politicians are corrupts. And we can only go harrumph
Politician’s (thinks) divine. That’s because of all the wine
Politicians are cruel. All the laws in the world are null

And this is the ballads of the politics.

What the hell happened here?

Apparently sending SMS to some number with hefty cost will make you change the fortune of your life or changing your destiny here in Indonesia

This is even lower compared to the two actresses. sigh.

Cheers

Stuck in a transition.

I am in a period of transition right now, waiting for a revelation which will come soon. For the first time in my life now, I was unsure about things to do with my life, ironically, I feel contented with it.

Nevertheless let’s try to enjoy this so called “short” holiday

 

Cheers

Le Livre Faux

Thus I christen you, and shall name you: “Le Livre Faux”

It’s a depressing world out there

And yet, my existence just burdening her more.