Freedom

Menurut gw kebebasan itu ada harganya.

Harga yg harus dibayar gw adalah mencukupkan diri dgn duit 600-800rb/ bulan, dan "pujian" dr bokap yang berkata "adek lo bulanannya sama kek elo tp bisa beli ini itu bla bla bla." Si bokap mungkin ga sadar kalo setengah yang dia kirim dibabat buat tempat tinggal yang dibayar per bulan, sementara adek gw ngontrak. Si bokap mungkin juga ga sadar kalo ngga perna mampir dan ngejenguk gw like he does to my siblings (dan pastinya ninggalin "sesuatu"). But at least, gw ngga diteliti kayak bakteri dibawah mikroskop. Mahal? iya buat gw. But it's all worth every penny.

Harga yg harus gw bayar juga termasuk lirikan mata - mata yg berkata "ada ya orang kek elu?" Cablak itu asik, ceplas ceplos itu harus! Like I said, sarcasm is a language, synical is a virtue, it speaks the truth! Sakit ati? Bukan urusan gw juga sih, I'm just being honest. Nyinyir itu juga bukti intelektualitas orang loh, klo lo ngga ngerti2 sindiran gw, ya IQ lu tiarap berarti. Klo semuanya musi gw bayar dgn cibiran orang, its worth every penny. Lagian, I can do it better baby~

But in the end, harga plg mahal itu "judgement". Yang di judge boros lah, yang di judge ga bisa cari duit lah, yang di judge ga bisa jaga perasaan, yang di judge ga sopan. Yang namanya hidup di Indonesia, ga perna lepas dari "pengadilan masyarakat". Judgment itu lebih permanent dari tattoo. Mau apapun alasannya, pada akhirnya lu bakal di cap kayak ternak.

Status quo yang dibuat ribuan tahun lalu itu ga perna mati. Apapun kejadiannya, pasti kiblatnya aturan jaman baheula. Kalo ada yg bersuara, klo ngga didemo ya di"bungkam". Dunia bole berevolusi, pola pikir sih tetep diktator. Mayor itu sadokis, minor (dipaksa) masokis.

Being free is fine, being free is fun, but are you ready for the mother F??

I am

I am a down to earth guy, just look at my mark
C and B, close to E
E stands for Earth , right?

I am so in love with drama
just take a look at my life
you can see the resemblance

I love a good joke
do you want to hear one?
well, my life is already a joke

I am so strong
jusk ask my bed
if my bed could talk, it would tell you how long I can stay on it

I am a caring person
take a look at the dust on my room
I've been take care of them since forever


if you are looking for perfect person
than it's me that you are looking for
I am a perfect failure

About Literature

I took literature as my subject not because I accidentally applied for it, in fact I was an economic student for a year before I decided to move to literature.

It is fun to study literature, world it self in my opinion is literature. Whatever we know now is something written ages ago. Literature it self is the door to the present, past, and future.

I learn to see something from different point of views, everything has it own reason.
From my thesis topic, I choose to analyze Memoirs of a Geisha, a story of a girl who willing to do anything to get closer to the man that she loved. Ironically speaking, she sacrificed her virginity to be recognized by people and the man she loved.

I also learn about symbolism. It is kinda fun yet confusing to learn it. How can an animal farm symbolize a corrupt government and how can a tuna symbolize God; in addition, how can a plum symbolize virginity??

You can write sooo many issues in the work of literature such as LGBT (Lesbian Gay Bisex and Transexual), mental disorder, racism, cultural shock, orientalism, and so on, basically, you can write about anything.


So what makes literature different from other pop books? It is the hidden messages. Every literary works always has a hidden meaning that the writer tries to convey. But that is the fun part. People may not have the same opinion about the hidden meaning, but as long as you can proof your answer, your answer is correct.

Literature helps us widen our perception, to see the world we never see, to imagine things, to learn something, to get something, and to do something.

what a crazy world

have u ever watched this movie?

Mary and Max tells about a story of a girl who is very self-concious about her self.

Her mother is an alcoholic and kleptomaniac, and his father enjoy being in company of his stuffed-dead bird.

She has a neighbour who suffers agrophobic.

One day, she decided to write a letter to America, she picked the addres randomly from the book address at the post office.

She made a friend with Max, a jewish who lives in New York. His father left him and his mother, and his mother commited a suicide. He got bullied when he was a boy because he is a jew boy. He is suffering from ASPI. he has a trouble in emoting his feeling and translating people's non verbal communication.

Mary and Max become a penpal and regularly write to each other. unfortunetly, Mary asked something so crucial that makes Max collapsed. Max's mental disorder caused him having a nerver attack everytime Mary asks him a difficult question.

This relationship continued until Mary got married. She married closeted gay who is also have a male penpal in New Zealed and leave her for his penpal.

The world evolves with the people in it. We asked for a perfection but where on earth we can find it?
Maybe perfection is if we see something a little different from our point of view (quoted from somewhere)

These bunch of people is the one who makes this world more alive.

rain on the parade

it would be nice for us to go to a studio and take a picture.

but it is not as nice as we were thinking it would be, since the studio doesn't have the right package that we want.

old style background looks nice for us.

but no, that nice background will only work if we are a group of 20 or more.

after that, we thought it would be nice if we can have a seat at the nearest cafe.

But we ended up on waiting list.

It's okay, it's okay.

we can have a comfy seat latter, just bear with it for a moment.

But the rain just right about to start.

We came in 8, too bad we were to big untill they can't manage table for us and they separated us instead.

Well, let us not deal with it, just order some food for dinner and drink something.

We ate, we drank.

We enjoyed every conversation that came up on the table.

Until we decided to leave.

We asked for the bill.

They said, wait a minute.

We asked for it again.

But they kept us waiting.

So we ask again.

no one came, just "wait a minute"

So we asked again, unpolitely.

they gave us our bill, finally!

but no, it didn't stop there.

Our order was about 100k IDR, but they charged us 250k IDR.

So we called the waiter, again.

We said that this is not our order, there were like 6 - 8 items that we didn't order but appear in our bill.

They took back our bill, and listed it manually. We mentioned things that we order.

Finally, we got the right bill, I didn't want to wait any longer so I walked to the cashier and gave them the money.

But it seemed like they still didn't believe us, so I talked to them again with a very unpleasant tone.

we left that F-ing cafe, and I sweared not to come back.

But no, the rain still pouring.

When I see there were 3 layers of motorcyle parked at the side of the road, I was like, wtf!

Mine was at the first layer!!!!

So I waited, with beggars running arround trying to sell expired newspaper.

I went back, tired, want to sleep, but no, I have to do some things first.

I finished at 12 a.m. and then i crawled to my bed.

I closed my eyes and opened it at 2 a.m.

And now, I'm writing this note, with a panda eyes, but not as cute as one.

bla bla bla - ing

I'm ready to mumble again, preasure from the next week final exam I guess.

its been a long time, but I'm still the pesimistic person I was

I'm not good at starting a conversation or a new relationship.

My mood is unpredictable, just like the weather.

but thankfully, I can keep my mood for my self.

people may know if I'm not in the good mood, but at least, it doesn't affect them.

I thought I have moved on, but no, I just ran away from it.

at the end of the day, I came back again at the same spot where I begin.

I'm not a smart guy, yes I know it.

But listening to your parents about how good your sister and brother are, that's hurt.

and please, stop saying God has a plan, theres is a rainbow after the rain, or some sort of that thing

yes, yes, God has a plan, but keep saying that wouldn't heal any wound or ease the pain, it still damn hurt.

mumbling babbling babbon

I just want to mumble, its been a long time since I actually write about something.

Being 22 doens't mean I'm too old for flirting. Oh please I love it!!

but it's not " tell me 10 good things and bad things about you"!!

its like u want to know me without any effort.

Oh remember this joke

co : neng ada dongkrak?
ce : ngga ada bang.
co : tp klo no hp punya kan!!

once someone actually tried to flirt me with

A : eh ini artinay apa sih *kasih ayat Alkitab panjang and trust me, I'm not a walking English Bible*
gw : *ngasi sebisa mungkin*
A : klo "i love u" artinya apa??
gw : *SUPER KRIK SEGARING AYAM KFC!!*

oh my, couldn't u do something better than that??

believe if u are trying to flirt someone on your age, i think that would work, but for me, nah!!!!

sorry, I'm way beyond that.

and believe me
rejecting your invitation for a million times = I'm not into you!

Also I dont like if u add my bbm but not say even a word, I'm not some sort of collection to be collected in ur friendlist, so please, TALK!! even if it is only once in a while.

faith and naive

selama liburan, gw ngisi waktu nntn dvd.

karena lg suka uggly betty, jadilah gw bli uggly betty yg season 3 (dari 12 cd, 4 ga bisa diputer, damn!)

salah satu episodnya sedikit ngebuat gw berpikir ttg faith dan naive

mnurut oxford dictionary

faith : strong trust and confidence in sb/sth
naive : lacking of experience of life and willing to believe that ppl always tell you the truth.

gw sedikit bingung dgn 2 kata ini.

so, if we put our faith in somebody, does it mean we are being naive at the same time??