"
Breathe, keep breathing. Don't lose your nerve" -
Radiohead



Page 34: exist

/ Tuesday, January 25, 2011 /


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*a nice blog with a fine concept.. Reminds me of the good old days in college and those sometimes-pointless-discussions with my friend, Holy. He adore Nietzsche, and i like Sartre (and Nietzche too, btw). One day we had this talk about Nihilism and Existentialism. I kinda forget what the conclusion was. Haha. Maybe we never really reached to that point anyway...Too much laugh and distraction at that time, as far as i can remember..
I miss him. 
A little :D

Page 33: Bounce!*

/ Monday, January 24, 2011 /

Goosebumps came first. Then shiver. After that, my jaw dropped. I just can’t believe my eyes. This…this…is a real deal! Holy scaly anteater’s plaque! I really wish I can catch them on the tour. Please, God… My dear GOOOOOODDDDDD… Make it real. Pleeeaseeee…..

I’ve been listening to System Of A Down since I was in high school. I remember listening to ‘Toxicity’ the album (in form of cassette**), every single morning before I went to school. Then my mother, as usual, asked, “What kind of noise is this?” or “could you please lowering the volume?” And I always answered that rhetorical questions with, “System Of A Down…Okay!” lowering the volume while singing, “Psycho groupie cocaine crazy, psycho groupie coke! Makes you high, makes you hide! Makes you really want to go- stop!”

At night, I turned on the TV and waiting for “Aerials” to be played on one national channel. You know the gap between one program to another? Like 5 minutes or more. Yeah, they didn’t put up ad, but video clip. Lucky me, they often picked System of A Down’s Aerials. :D

When I went to college, I met others SOAD’s fans who’s turned into my best friend, Martha. Oh, how we were listening to ‘Mezmerize’ over and over again, and wished that one day we’ll watch Tankian and friends, live in concert.
And..now..that..announcement..about..them..want..to..play..together..a-gain… this..year… We’re thrilled!

Fingers crossed.







*you can find this song in Toxicity
**damaged by some effin’ flood.

Page 32: Fake Elephant Nose

/ Saturday, January 22, 2011 /


Me want... 
that fake elephant nose from Beirut's Elephant Gun video
:D

*me want Zach Condon too x]

Page 31: Let's Stomping, Hopping, and Dancing With Beirut

/ Wednesday, January 19, 2011 /
It’s like you're walking and hopping in a street where grass, flowers, and trees filling up each side.
It’s like you’re in the middle of party where people gather in a circle, barefoot, smiling. Happy.
It’s the sounds you'd find during traveling, almost broke, kinda lost, but then you see some interesting marching band in parade.
It’s the song you want to hear when you’re a bit drunk; blabbering all night long, laughing at tragedy that happened in your life, and do silly dance. Until you finally throw up, fall asleep, and wake up with headache. *errr, yeah, sorta :p

It’s Beirut’s music.




I’m not a fan of ethnic music, or world music, especially Balkan folk. But I had “crush at first hears” moment with ‘Interior of a Dutch House’. And when it came to ‘Postcards from Italy’, I knew I’m in love with Beirut. And of course, with the front man, Zach Condon,

Page 30: My Dearest Harborage

/ Sunday, January 16, 2011 /





I think the most important thing about music is the sense of escape.

- Thom Yorke -

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I guess that’s why I can always run to you(r works), my dearest ptosis-genius..
any conditions
any situations
:)

Page 29: B-b-b-b-burtooon

/ Thursday, January 13, 2011 /



One person's craziness is another person's reality.

-Tim Burton-

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I still fall for this guy..
Each time i need a mood booster, i simply go to his page or watch his movies if i have enough time.. Or i simply read The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories.
It's a children's poetry book written and illustrated by Tim Burton. The poems, which are full of black humor, tell stories of hybrid kids, spontaneous transformers, and women who have babies to win over men. It's the book that made one of my friends said that I'm a cynical, dark and twisted person; when i told him i love this book so much. And i laughed, very hard at that time! I don't consider myself like that. Well, sometimes, i might have looked a bit like those descriptions, but not constantly. Not all the time..
:))

Anyway, my favorite stories from the book are:

and 

 While the saddest stories are..

and

And most entertaining stories for me are...

,

And of course..



Enjoy.. :)

Page 28: 82 and still rocks! :D

/ Wednesday, January 12, 2011 /
You never need an argument against the use of violence, you need an argument for it.

Page 27: So-Called-Resolution: La Tristesse Ne Dure Pas

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On a last day of 2010, my friend Octa, tweeted, “Resolution reschmolution. Just face whatever's coming ahead, make the most out of it and be playful.Life is too short to be sorted.“. I retweeted it, agree with him. Few years ago I started to think that resolution (maybe) was made to be forgotten, just like rules (mostly) are made to be broken. Hehe. Yep, I’m one of those who made a list, but then only remember half from all of its points. Only REMEMBER. Remember that I had made so-called-resolution on January, and then on November, Wooshaaah, I realized I didn’t do anything to make it real. :D

This image kinda reflect my past resolution: NIHIL (nihilism)

Some of it, succeeded. But most of it, no. Zero. *now I can hear Karen O singing, “You’re zerooooo”

So I think, “Yeah, I have so many plans and hopes for 2011, but let’s called it ‘plans and hopes’ instead of ‘resolution’..” And just face anything that comes.

But then life gave you some kind of these “weird jokes” just when you trying to ditch any negative energy from last year. Just when you thought your plans and hopes would come true, and you’re ready to give your best out of it! Oh yes, my dear, I’m facing it right now. Everything becomes much much harder when you think you’re ready to fight for it. Feels like hundreds tiny stones attacking me from every angle. Tiny. Because I know I’m gonna survive this phase, but it’s hard to handle, also painful.

And when you try to run away for a while with a nice treat; like watching dusk at Taman Menteng, have a cup of warm cheap instant coffee, and chat with your best friend who have similar problems and hope both of you can laugh about it – bam! Suddenly another obstacle appeared.  You were stuck in a sucky traffic jam. You missed the dusk. When you arrived, the sky had turned to black. Been there, done that. But I still had a great time with my best friend. Sit on a parking building roof, and yes, thank God we had our cheap instant coffee and nice conversation about our problems. We still haven’t found the answers for every sh*t. But at least we still had fun and didn’t jump from the rooftop for feeling frustrated :D

Thank God she wrote this post, which reminds me that morning, that I have this ability to be sad and laugh about it right away, even at the same moment. I was sad, but no fuss about it. I know life’s a bitch sometimes, and shit happened, but I know at the end, life goes on and I got to move on. That’s what she loves about me.

Oh Dae Su in Old Boy said, “Need not worry about the future, imagine nothing.” It’s a nice quote. But how can I keep my mind from wandering? I’m a dreamer. Always been, and I guess always will. I know what’s real, because I also know what’s not. And I’ll take the risk to get worry about future rather than imagine nothing. I have no doubt that, sometimes, it’s a good thing for not having imagination or so, because it protecting you for putting hopes so much on something (or someone). *Again, been there, done that...

But hey, there’s another quote from Old Boy when you think your world trembling down because your imagination betrays you. “Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Weep, and you weep alone..” So don’t weep all the time. Remember to laugh. Because, my dear fellas, “La Tristesse Ne Dure Pas”, sadness doesn’t last… That’s my so-called-resolution for..the rest of my life.:)

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One day we’ll have our coffee at place once was the center of existentialism, my dear Shint: Saint Germain. Just like Sartre and Beauvoir. Amen to that! :D


PS: i was listening to Thom Yorke's "Atoms For Peace" while wrote this post.. And this line, somehow perfectly fit with it.. 
"No more talk about the old days..It's time for something great"

:D

Page 26: Right to Have Fun

/ Monday, January 10, 2011 /
Not so long time ago, I was facing this weird and silly situation for wearing hijab (or headscarf, or veil). So, here’s the story. I was going to watch this concert which held in a club, also reporting for this one music web. When I came to the venue to take my press ID and called its person in charge, she told me – by phone, didn’t come to me like other good PR officer with good intentions would – that I couldn’t entering the venue and watch the concert, simply because I’m wearing hijab. I was shocked at that time. Absolutely confused, even think that it’s some kind of jokes or hoax. Or I might hallucinate because I haven’t eaten anything for dinner. Why? I’m gonna tell you two reasons. One, it’s so silly. Two, it’s so effin’ silly.

After tweeted about that silly rules, this PR officer, the same person I’d called hours before, called me back. She told me that I could come, along with my friend that also wears headscarf and already bought the ticket. (Yay for the power of twitter that made them change their mind). This PR officer told me that she couldn’t let me in at first, because in that club, they sell alcohol. And they think it’s not a proper sight watching me in the same room with those bottles of liquors.

And I was like, “WTF?” Hahaha. Who did they think they were? Moral officer? They sell alcohol but then they worried I’m gonna drink it? It’s not their business, anyway. I’m over 21 and have residence ID card. That means, by law, I have my right to entering that club, even drink alcohol.

Were they afraid that some kind of extremist would attack them for letting woman that wearing headscarf in? If that’s the reason, why didn’t they just announce it before they sell the ticket? You can’t blame them if this is the major reasons. Those extremists are scary, while government seems careless with their brutal actions.

I’m not talking about my right to drink alcohol. Even though, by law, I definitely have right for it. I’m talking about my right to have fun. Right to come to each gigs, watching and listening to artist that performs there. If I already paid for the ticket, or have press ID for that show, then I have the same right to come and enjoying the party just like everybody else. With or without my veil, I have my right to have fun. Period.

Page 25: Happiness Trigger #1: Converse Shoes

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Three years ago, my parents gave me a pair of converse shoes as a birthday gift. I asked for it, actually. My dad only took me to the shoes store; let me choose what I want. My mom was a little bit confused at that time, why I didn’t choose much feminine shoes, like flats. And I replied, “It’s much comfortable”.
I still wear ‘em till now. Not in a good shape. And as time goes by, I learned to wear flat shoes. Love them, too. But nothing compares to that converse. I don’t know. Maybe because I’d done a lot of things with them; like hiking, hunting pictures, gathering news, meet friends, dating, and much more.

Once, my friend said that she thinks I’m too old for wearing converse. It’s a bit weird, for me. I’ve seen a 40-something guy wore them and still look cool. Because it’s a cool shoes! Ha-ha. Now, I sound like a fetish or something. :p

Hmm... I wish I still look good wearing converse when I turn 30, or when I already become a mother. Anyway, I crave for...


Page 23: Dear you…

/ Monday, January 3, 2011 /
I should have known this day will come. The day I try to kill this invincible butterfly that spread its wings each time you standing in front of me. You, beautiful creature that filled my head with imagination that “you” and “I”, could turned into “us”.

And it’s not your fault, for being nice. For just being nice. For didn’t see me like the way I see you. For make me wish that you do cruel things so I don’t have to put hopes on you.

I’ll be fine. My heart will mend again after this fall. I’ll find its pieces, and it shall heal itself, not in a crooked and lopsided way.


Thank you. For being nice. :)


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