Klatsche In Die Hände

Just Saying

arekasadara — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 14:37:52 +0000

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.

Citer Du Jour

arekasadara — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 17:39:38 +0000

“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.“

–Was browsing through the internet randomly when I got myself stranded in Fashion Model Directory while searching for Stacy Martin, and read this in one of the commenter’s signature for Model’s Personal Style thread. Not sure where this originally came from, I just found it really pretty. It makes me feel lovely.

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arekasadara — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 18:27:04 +0000

“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”

– John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter, for I always being so impatience and anxious.

String Bean Cigarette

arekasadara — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 18:17:30 +0000

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

arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 19:33:42 +0000

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

arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 18:13:28 +0000

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.

Citer Du Jour

arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 17:40:17 +0000

“I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.“

– Anne Rice, the author of Interview with the Vampire. Again, you know who I should send my gratitude of finding this quote to.

Pheromones

arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 17:31:53 +0000

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

arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 17:25:21 +0000

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.

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arekasadara — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 11:50:56 +0000

“I am a drinker with writing problems.“

– Brendan Behan. I started to love this new WordPress’ sidebar so much, really.