Get Busy
Posted: December 31, 2010 Filed under: Puzzles Leave a comment »I really don’t know where to talk to.
I don’t even know what to tell.
I’m just…
confused.
A Long Way Down with King Solomon to Picture the Survivor of Leagues Under the Sea
Posted: December 30, 2010 Filed under: Sandbox Leave a comment »It’s really hard not to be enthusiast when I got tons of new things to read and it’s not yet overdue. Moreover after I just found out a very handy dictionary feature in my hand phone that I wish to attached some strange foreign language with no all-to-the-good means to it other than English to Indonesia and vice-versa. Kampung, yes guilty for that, for owning my phone over a year and just realized it recently.
Anyhoo, my holiday is just begun!
Oh my thank you thank you.
Tangible Sextuple
Posted: December 30, 2010 Filed under: Technically Leave a comment »
So recently, in the last holiday that me and all of my friends at our third year of college have before we ought to face all the so-called the beginning of adult phase like kuliah kerja praktek in June 2011 holiday, Tugas Akhir junkie all year-long at the fourth year, and other preparations to be able to graduate from our evilish campus which lies at someplace in Jalan Ganesha, I have spent most of my unproductive time in home watching this one hip television serial called How I Met Your Mother (thanks to my half time boy friend and full-time third big brother* that copied the whole 6 season to my external HD). Kind of love the serial, though I didn’t really see it coming due to my personal hostility of anything that being over-hyped.
I can recall some of my favorite episodes, such as the sweet episode of Maggie Wilks, episodes when Robin and Barney were dating, or the search of the gang’s doppelganger which reminds me why I write this other post containing my uncontrollable murmured and free show of my lack of focus.
Their games of searching for the doppelganger for each gang member makes me reminiscing the time when me and my lovely girls back in high school found our own twins. Not all of us got the luxury to see our face attached to someone else’s body. Though it’s better than to see your face attached to a body with opposite genital which really occured to one of my best friend that her sex is coincidentally happened to be a bit hard to trust too. Haha.
Well me, I got the honor to see mine is one of my seniors who is pretty and incredibly skinny, so my girls said although I think my doppelganger doesn’t have my round face and my annoying thick messy hair. But then in college, I see more of them, or more appropriately my friends think they see, that got me to think do I still have to be honored? Or should I be bothered? Or should I start to try to be unique?
No no I shouldn’t. Any tiny differences in personalities ought to blur all the similarities. But maybe I could consider to cut my hair really short, or end my relationship with zombie skin.
Hmm.
*this gives me reason not to change my spoiled side, hehe
Kitchen Sink
Posted: December 30, 2010 Filed under: Sandbox Leave a comment »You reminded me of my dearest Heroine.
Treasure over a pile of options!
Can’t wait to find out more.
♥
Girl with One Eye
Posted: December 30, 2010 Filed under: Heartlock Leave a comment »Like a combination of cynical, artistic, multi talented, wavy hair, pink cheek, white skin, and stuffed brain in a mannequin. So hard not to love, or hate, depends on the point of view you chose to see from.
I’d rather treasure them both to keep balance.
My personal Yin and Yang for love, I suppose.
Put It to the Test
Posted: December 30, 2010 Filed under: Self-Sentiment Leave a comment »You
could call me
a cat,
because curiosity has killed me.
But now,
you
should call me
a walker,
because I’m resurrected from death.
Gratefulness level depends on how ugly I am and how stink my breath is right now.
Selfpossessed
Posted: December 29, 2010 Filed under: Self-Sentiment Leave a comment »Why bother to compete, while all you got to do is just be a completely different person?
The thought struck at my petty brain as me and this very pretty friend of mine, which luckily happened to be my best friend since junior high until now, were chatting over an issue that met a dead-end. The dead-end part doesn’t really matter for I talked to her not to find an answer. I never really needed one.
Hm that came out wrong. I mean, I already have one. What I aim by the conversation is the secure feeling of knowing there always will be at least one person who supports my act. Some vague reassurance, maybe. Therefore then appear the thought along with a smile that somehow I cannot differ whether it’s because of the confidence, relief, or resignation. Any way would suit me just fine, though.
I won’t call this escaping because my ego won’t ever let me. I’d rather call it, “Stay Out Of The Dark Alley”, though it sounded a bit like a title of thriller game in a specific game console.
So like the way my piquing elementary school chairmate draw a long line as a border between his territory and mine, I’ll put a thick wall made of stainless nuclear-and-voice-proof steel at the furthest part of my territory. Everything outside the wall is completely out of my jurisdiction. The best part is, I put the wall myself which means I decided to not ever care to know.
Kapok
Posted: December 26, 2010 Filed under: Heartbreak Leave a comment »Always hope the lowest expectation to be real, and enjoy the beautiful pain at the end. I think that makes me a masochist, while gives something to be proud of . A little positivity, the last phrase yes it is.
Initial Fulmination
Posted: December 21, 2010 Filed under: Heartlock Leave a comment »Center.
Make me the core.
Your world revolves around me is what pleasant now. Can no longer afford being just in medial, temporary, and a thing that somehow you’ll always have the excess reserves to it.
Lame and obsessive. Checked.
They Say So