Monday, March 21, 2011 hell with pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes...

Currently listening to: Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

GA718, DPS-MEL, February 2011

I'm tired.

Leave, if you will.
Go, for if it's outside of your wish then there really is no more reason to stay.

My pain is through and my tears are dry.

If memories are stardust then I have let mine fly, sprinkled over the dark night sky.

If only this mess could be taken away from me.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

...i'm a man of many wishes, i hope my premonition misses...

Platform 2, Melbourne Central Station, Oct 2010

...For what is life,
but a long, arduous, endless wait?

...But what I really feel
My eyes won't let me hide,
'Cause they always start to cry...

Saturday, October 02, 2010

...can't be your savior, i don't have the power...

Currently listening to: Circle the Drain - Katy Perry

Spencer Street, Melbourne, July 2010

Let's talk about tolerance.

You know how there's ALWAYS at least one person around you who blindly accepts whatever's relevant to their dismal capacity and hates everything else, right?

Yes, those ballistic, ignorant muthaflippers who think that this world as we know it is now fucked beyond repair and is directly heading down a dark, gloomy path to a certain fiery furnace filled with weeping and gnashing of teeth. Basically these self-haters still believe lawbreakers should be stoned to death and women should always stay home with the kids. Some may even stoop so low they choose to refer to inspirational pop icons like Kylie Minogue or Lady Gaga as vicious minions of the antichrist, if that makes sense.

These people would cling to their convictions like baby koalas to their mothers and reject contradictory claims about their judgment with stubborn verbal swipes so sharp and swift even Bill O'Reilly would be put to shame. If that doesn't work, more often than not they will resort to direct violence, with public beatings and fire-starting as two of their most effective means of destruction. Trying to negotiate with them is roughly equivalent to yelling to a brick wall: you get no coherent answer, your throat gets dry and your voice strained after a while, and the problem at hand stays unresolved. But try giving the wall even the slightest of touch and the entire facade will collapse on you, covering you in ruin. Get it?

What sad, pathetic little creatures, these blokes are. There should be a special resting place dedicated just for them, with colorful balloons and green tea cupcakes and other silly what-have-yous, where they can talk about dirty politics and self-repression all day so they will stop being bitter little bastards and move the hell on. Now that may solve the problem at the very least. But I digress.

And in case you're wondering, I'm fully aware of the fact that I may be exaggerating just a little with my speech. But you get my point.


Let's say you and I both have a certain something we seriously - and I mean SERIOUSLY - love. I love my A, and you love your B. Long story short, for some reason I begin to hate B, and your borderline-obsessive fondness towards that wrinkly, disgusting entity does nothing to help me get over my rapidly blossoming resentment. Soon enough I find myself sulking over the fact that you're being a retarded imbecile for choosing to love B so effin' much, and I'm convinced that having B in your life has ruined you in and out.

What do I do then?
Do I go out of my way and tell you off for being foolish and blind? Do I march into your house with a steak knife and demand to stab your beloved B repeatedly until he/she/it breaks? Do I spread hateful statements about B through every single social platform I have access to just to piss you off? Do I attempt to break down the fence to your house or burn down your entire front lawn just to make my blatantly-offensive actions even more aggressive?

Or, alternatively, do I just choose to stay put and shut up, because your deliberate choice to keep B close to your heart is really none of my business?

Then say at one point you know about this little vendetta and decide to ask me nicely about why B is so unacceptably repulsive to me it turns my insides and makes me sick. Do I directly break into a string of offensive curses without letting you tell your side of the story? Do I cover my ears and chant nursery rhymes at the top of my lungs so I don't have to hear anything you've got to say? Do I, still, choose to be stubborn and act upon my unvalidated feelings? Or, being the wise, mature human being that I am, do I choose to stop, calm down, and listen?

Well, I know this is really hard to digest *rolls eyes* but when it all comes down to these two choices, then I guess the answer's a no-brainer. Obviously. Or is it, really?

There's still a lot of people out there up to this day who still don't get why tolerance is paramount in a global, modern society which continually endorses the acceptance of diversity - in other words, the very society we're living in right here 'n now. These are the people who tirelessly rallies against many aspects of equality and condemns the minority - whatever 'minority' means to them - wherever they go. And for what purpose, other than generating more hate in return for their actions? Hey, I might not be the brightest person in the universe, but seriously, folks, I don't get it.

I mean, really, if every single little problem could be solved by violently protesting against it on the streets and burning down buildings, then we wouldn't even be talking about the mere possibility of achieving world peace, now, would we?

So what if some people prefer something over something else? Everyone is entitled to express their feelings and have their own preferences - that is, and should be, a given, in any situation. We all like different things, don't we? If I like strawberry jam and you don't, does that automatically give you the right to barge into my life, deprive me of my precious jam, and force me to eat something else, like, say, orange marmalade? Aside from the fact that I really don't like marmalade - which may or may not be relevant to this analogy - I don't think that's the right thing to do. Don't you think so too?

Likewise, I should not feel obliged to meddle with any of your preferences. We are all different in our own simple ways; our differences make us who we are, as a collective. This should go uncontested.
Ah, ain't diversity beautiful? *winks*

All I'm saying is, of course we all have certain things with which we agree and don't agree. The question I wanna emphasize here is about whether or not we should go out of our way to confront those who don't share our beliefs. I know for a fact - at least for me personally - that the answer's a big NO. I think we should never - and I mean NEVER - be hostile towards others we share differences with, as long as those people don't attempt in any way to invade our personal space and harm us first. To each his / her own. I have no objections.

All of us should be smart enough by now to realize that nothing good will ever come out of hate. Especially on others who, underneath it all, really are just like us. We often see many parts of ourselves reflected in others' actions, especially the ones we resent. Remember that.

Practice tolerance. Do so with consistency and responsibility, and harmony will come. Just you watch.

I can't speak for all of us here, though.
Like I said, I'm not here to judge. Your call.

And to sum up, a powerful quote, from the Lady of All Things Different herself,
"It's always wrong to hate, but it's never wrong to love."

Ready to drop your two cents? ;)

Thursday, August 26, 2010


This just made me cry.

Amazing voices, both of you. Amazing voices. You've come a long way.

And I believe this is just the beginning of an amazing musical journey you will find yourselves embarking on, very soon.

Congratulations. You have made us all proud. :')

P.S: The video's in Bahasa Indonesia, so please bear with me, my non-Indonesian readers.

Monday, August 09, 2010 when you see me crashing, and there's nowhere left to fall...

Currently listening to: Lift Me Up - Christina Aguilera

Sky High, Mt. Dandenong, May 2010

It was raining.

The school was empty, its corridors deserted and quiet. The students had either scurried off to extracurriculars or gone home. A sudden, almost melancholic burst of silence swept across the building as its occupants began to leave, ending yet another busy day.

Your arms were around me as we made our way up the stairs, our shoulders brushing, our heartbeats racing, our hurried footsteps echoing across the hallway. The sound of our cheeky laughs got caught in between drizzles, interlacing in one harmonic rhythm, as the gloomy grey sky thundered and poured.

Your sparkling brown eyes looked directly into mine in a sweet glance, and I blushed.
Amazed. Helpless. Desperately in love.

Are you cold? You asked, ever so gently, your soothing voice melodious and tender, like sweet music to my ears. I could feel the warmth of your breath down the nape of my neck, slow and steady with every little step you took. I shook my head and heaved out a sigh, almost breathless.

...No. I'm alright. You?

My heart skipped a beat when you moved closer, slowly drawing me into a tight embrace. Not when you're around, I'm not. Followed by a snicker.

A whiff of your favorite perfume lingered in the air, serenading my nostrils with that comforting, familiar scent. I could feel the soft material of your dark-colored sweater brushing across my back, sending shivers down my spine. I was hypnotized, lost in a trance.

I looked up, meeting your gaze, and frowned.
Where are we going? I'm getting tired...

You winked, playful as ever. Almost there. Don't worry.

Halfway to the fourth floor, right by the staircase rails, you suddenly stopped. You took my hand and pulled me close, letting me rest my head on your firm, broad shoulder, as in silence we stood and watched the unfolding wrath of the skies; the rustling of the winds, the flashing of its thunder, the drizzling beats of the pouring rain.

Beats rushing into the car and watching all this go down behind rain-splattered windows, doesn't it? You muttered, with the faintest hint of a smile curling up on your lips.

I grinned, starry-eyed. Yeah. It sure does. Though I'm sure your driver must be pissed.

You laughed. Nah. He can wait.

The tip of your fingers traced the outline of my nose, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with emotions. This was just surreal, too good to be true.

Amused, you heaved out a sigh.
All this just got better with you here by my side.

I would never have thought it remotely possible that you'd share my immense fascination with the rain. Really, out of - oh, I don't know- the countless little things of interest I could never have dreamed of sharing with you in this world, if the long hours you spent on the soccer field and the endless singing sessions I joyfully attended were any indication. We couldn't have been any more different even if we'd wanted to be. Guarding goalposts and singing melismatic runs didn't exactly go together, did they?

But I guess the universe really does have its ways in bringing two different people together, through unexpected surprises, accidental run-ins, or constant passing glances down the hall, in our case - exchanging awkward 'hi's, the silly shuffling of our feet, our late-night conversations and the skyrocketing phone-bills that entailed...

Funny how beautiful things can come barging in and surprise you, just when you think nothing good's gonna come your way. Maybe that's just how it is. I don't know.

And standing there, in the midst of the pouring rain, with the gentle warmth of your love holding me close, I felt strong, stubbornly invincible.

...Maybe we should head upstairs and see how your hamsters are doing.

Your soft whisper startled me, waking me up from the mystical daze I was in.
I turned, meeting your stare. Why? We just visited them during lunchtime this afternoon.

You chuckled lightly. I think I'm beginning to like them more than I'm allowed to.

Really? I laughed, touched by the childish sincerity in your voice. Weren't you the one who told me you hated furry animals? And don't even get me started on what you said about the Bio Lab being so smelly ever since I started keeping them there.

Well, I did say that...
I closed my eyes, as you drew closer and kissed my forehead ever so gently.

...But you won't believe just what spending a month with the world's most passionate hamster lover can do to your conscience.

You lifted my head, meeting my gaze. I could see that playful twinkle in your eyes; that charming passion, that vibrant glimmer of innocence, the tender traces of sweet, heartfelt honesty that made me fall so dangerously in love with you.

A strike of lightning grumbled in a distance, its luminescent lights flashing across the horizon. You turned, grinned, and reached out a hand to me.

Come on. They're waiting.

A smile escaped my lips, and I nodded.

The skies sat and watched as our steps began to intertwine, blending as one with the rhythmic beats of the rain. Up the stairs, off a right turn, down the hallway, into a door that was shut behind two pairs of brushing shoulders.

Yet another perfect afternoon.
You, and me, and the rain as our orchestra.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

...i'll be your best friend and you'll be my valentine...

REAL posts coming soon. Promise.
I'd say I had been busy, but... Well, let's just leave it at that, shall we?


In the meantime, this makes me smile, every single freaking time.


Don't you just loooooooove Joey Tribbiani? ;)