Just Saying
Posted: January 26, 2012 Filed under: Heartbreak, rage Leave a comment »Maturity and adulthood should just fuck each other in the ass.
Or face.
Whichever they choose oh for the love of God I don’t give a shit.
String Bean Cigarette
Posted: January 16, 2012 Filed under: Heartlock, Live Report 4 Comments »So I just got back from a lovely holiday with lovely friends and lover in a small island with amazingly beautiful beach named Gili Trawangan. If years before I could confidently say that Bandung is my favorite place in Indonesia, I couldn’t say it now for I’ve fallen in love real deep with every corner of this particular beach. The sand, the sea, the sun, the wind, the cheap inn, the food, the lassy, the turtle, the colorful fishes, the rainy weather, the party at different bar almost every night, the haram stuffs, the stability and lack of conflicts, the friendly foreigners and local people, the loneliness, the everything.
I don’t want to stay there for the rest of my life, that almost definitely, but I’ve promised myself to travel back to Trawangan one day at the future again and again and again and again, alone or not, with the same friends or not, but being pathetically romantic, I wish to be back with the same love I had just last week.
Being pissed for the apathy, but still, never wanted to go home and missing it so much every second it’s not there.
Self-Esteem Syringe
Posted: December 30, 2011 Filed under: Heartlock, Miscellaneous, Sandbox Leave a comment »Lots of stalking, and admiring, and dreaming, and thinking.
I am draineeeeeeeeed. And drowsy.
So what’s been preoccupying me this night is a girl, so my friend said look a hell lot like me (remember my past post? Fuck yeah, it’s still happening) of which I didn’t really buy her ‘hell lot’ until she showed me the picture of the girl, and in no time I startled. My friend’s not kidding, man. Haha. Only this particular girl looks a lot prettier, and her being one of the contestant in one well-known beauty pageant means she really knows how to pamper herself, while here I am almost all the time getting the insults from my friends and boyfriend (yes! He criticized me a lot!) of having no sense in fashion. Already getting accustomed to it, though yes, I would like to know that there’s someone out there who is willing to be my personal fashion stylist, have to be a great one, who is not just heartlessly hurts my feeling by saying that I’m suck at these things..
Hahaha. Kidding. Not that I care that much about the way I look to the point of my feelings can be hurted by others’ critics of it.
Do I feel threatened about her presence? Oh no, of course not. The feeling is more like.. God is trying to flatter me, when all of this time I was thinking I am gifted with such a weird look, then puff! He gave another me in a presence with more possibilities to look amazing.
That is enough satisfaction. And what is the point in being amazingly beautiful, though? In their beauty they’re probably suffering, yet they are blessings from God, for without them I don’t really know how to indulge my eyes and fulfill my thirst of beauty.
This is Not a Threat
Posted: December 30, 2011 Filed under: Heartbreak, Heartlock, hope Leave a comment »I know I’m being unbelievably stupid, for which by love I have consciously been diluted.
I could be smart, but I still have heart.
To you I’ll always be off guard, unless you grow out of care that you’ll let me fall to the dark, out of heart.
I hope not.
Pheromones
Posted: December 30, 2011 Filed under: Heartlock Leave a comment »Do I love you because you smell really good?
Or do you smell this good because I love you?
No one smells as good as you.
And I wonder does it sounded too kinky coming out from a so-most-people-called-innocent girl like I am?
Because they’re just really wrong.
I am not. At least not as good as they think I am.
Obstacles
Posted: December 30, 2011 Filed under: Miscellaneous Leave a comment »Stupid, stupid internet connection.
Always get in the way whenever I got too much to write.
And along with the seemingly always poor signal in my room and my old laptop’s slow response, will they surely make a perfectly annoying group of high school bitches.
They Say So