Page 154: Hey ladies

...if a guy sings this song for you, don’t you just want to kiss him right away? 

I love you in the morning,

When you're still hung-over

I love you in the morning,

When you're still strung out,

I love you in the morning,

With you I am calm

A pearl in your oyster

Head on my chest and a silent smile, a private kind of happiness

You see giant proclamations are all very well

But our love is louder than words

Because I would. 

:)

Page 153: Because Only Books Have That Power.

My goal was just to write some new form of horror story, something based on the ordinary world. Without supernatural monsters or magic. This would be a book you wouldn't want to keep next to your bed. A book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover.


Because only books have that power.


A motion picture, or music, or television, they have to maintain a certain decorum in order to be broadcast to a vast audience. Other forms of mass media cost too much to produce to risk reaching only a limited audience. Only one person.


But a book... A book is cheap to print and bind. A book is as private and consensual as sex. A book takes time and effort to consume - something that gives a reader every chance to walk away. Actually, so few people make the effort to read that it's difficult to call books a 'mass medium'. No one really gives a damn about books. No one has bothered to ban a book in decades.


But with that disregard comes the freedom that only books have. And if storyteller is going to write novels instead of screenplays, that's a freedom you need to exploit. Otherwise, write a movie. That's where the big money's at. Write for television.


But, if you want the freedom to go anywhere, talk about anything, then write books. That's why I wrote 'Guts'. Just a three-act short story based on true-life anecdotes.


People write to say this story is the funniest they've ever heard.
People write to say it's the saddest they've ever heard.


And 'Guts' is by no means the darkest or funniest or most upsetting story from the novel Haunted. Some, I didn't dare read in public.


These are the places that only books can go. This is the advantage that books still have. This is why I write. 

image courtesy: here

- Chuck Palahniuk -

I've just finished reading 'Haunted', and those words above printed on the last page, and all i can say was, "true. I agree with you, Chuck. You sick...genius" :))

Page 152: Make.Good.Art

Dear Mr. Gaiman, this is one of the reasons why i love you so much: you could put so many inspiring thoughts in one commencement speech.

The things I did because I was excited, and wanted to see them exist in reality have never let me down, and I've never regretted the time I spent on any of them.

The problems of failure are hard.

The problems of success can be harder, because nobody warns you about them.

---

I watched my peers, and my friends, and the ones who were older than me and watch how miserable some of them were: I'd listen to them telling me that they couldn't envisage a world where they did what they had always wanted to do any more, because now they had to earn a certain amount every month just to keep where they were. They couldn't go and do the things that mattered, and that they had really wanted to do; and that seemed as a big a tragedy as any problem of failure.

---

I hope you'll make mistakes.

 If you're making mistakes, it means you're out there doing something.

---

Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all the other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do.

Make good art.

---

The urge, starting out, is to copy. And that's not a bad thing. Most of us only find our own voices after we've sounded like a lot of other people. But the one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

---

So be wise, because the world needs more wisdom, and if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and then just behave like they would.

And now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art.

Check out the video

 

 

 I love you, Mr Gaiman. I love you. I love you. I love you. HARD

Page 151: This City

Last week, I heard the news about a taxi driver who died because a motorcycle driver beaten him up. What caused this was because the taxi accidentally grazed the motorcycle, but instead of arguing on the street like people whose emotions ignited on the road usually do, the motor driver chose to follow the taxi down to some place, made him to stop the car, asked him to get out, and the brutality began. The motor driver repeatedly struck the taxi driver with a wooden stick until he passed away and no longer breathe.

An issue that can be resolved without hurting anyone ended up with a blood bath. I couldn’t understand what made the motorcycle driver beat someone with that amount of rage. Was he literary crazy, or was the city that kept him out of his mind? Moreover, at that time, why was no one willing to break up the fight? (The police finally caught the defendant based on witness’ statement.) My friend said that the witness(es) seek their own safety. Somehow, it fits the mentality of Jakarta. It is sad, but true. This city, this super-duper-effin'-snob-bitch, has infected its citizens some kind of horrible individualism, little by little.

Not long after that, we discussed about Jakarta governor election. I declared aloud whom I would choose, since there was no reason to hide it anyway, because I think this candidate had great vision and mission to Jakarta. Candidates who would rather fix public transportation instead of build five layers highway. IMHO, fixing public transportation is much more realistic, important, and effective than the five layers highway. The streets in this city, like many things that make Jakarta an uncomfortable and arrogant place, is one of the examples of chaotic rules and did not focus on things that actually need to be handle promptly. This is the kind of disease that infecting people in Jakarta, the inability to see which ones need to be fixed first.

And before I went to bed that day, I couldn’t help myself but thinking, “What a fucked up city I live in.”

Page 150: Oh, Dumbass

Some people just have weird-annoying-and-make-me-want-to-kick-them-in-the-genitalia sense of humour. I don’t understand how an entertainer could easily threw jokes about cruel rape that recently happened in the National TV Channel and thought that his act was totally amusing and easily answered “I’m sorry, i was joking” when critics popped. I really don’t. 

That jokes not only showing your intelligence level, but also your level of empathy: low.

it

is

not

effin'

funny

,

DUMBASS

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Page 149: Sometimes... Part 16

Sometimes,
It’s kinda exhausting to be an illegal "shrink".
It sucks to be someone’s shoulder to cry on that forgotten right after that person find the happy moment.