June 2012
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Writing Challenge - Write Anything Inspired by A...
Song: Reflection – Vanessa Mae
Can I change the image in the mirror? She asked.
Why do you want to change it? The mirror asked back.
Because it’s not me, she said.
The image is not you? But mirror never lies, the mirror said.
It does. Would you help me?
Help you change the image?
Yes.
How?
Help me try to find who I really am.
I can never do that. I just show the real image of everyone in...
Writing Challenge - Write Anything Inspired by A...
Song: Rammstein – Hilf Mir
He walked into the room. It was so chill, and the room smelled so good. What scent is this, he thought. There was at least 40 people in the room. Some sat at the chairs. Some sat in front of the teller, handing out or being handed out money.
Money.
He looked at the guard behind him, who, at least was just 30 years old. Black hair, small but firm body, and he looked...
Writing Challenge - Write Anything Inspired by A...
Song: A Sinner Kissed an Angel – Sarah Vaughan
He could feel the blood dropped from the space between his fingers. It wasn’t like a human blood, like it shouldn’t be. The white, bright figure laying in the cold pavement, motionless. And in her her, the knife stuck as motionless as the body, stopping the blood from bursting out as it caused the blood to flow out. He too, couldn’t make any...
“Every time something means a lot to you, you push it away before it can push you...”
– That 70’s Show
“Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you,...”
– Taylor Swift
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s hard to pretend that I ignore you.”
– cliche, but I want to shout it out loud
...
If you leave me now
You’ll take away the biggest part of me
Oh, no, baby please don’t go
And if you leave me now
You’ll take away the very heart of me
Oh, no, baby please don’t go.
Oh, I just want you to stay.
A love like ours is love that’s hard to find
How could we let it slip away?
We’ve come too far to leave it all behind
How could we...
The Last Night Of The World (Bradbury short story)
The recent passing of this famous science fiction author made me go through his stories, the short ones (not the novels). And this one was really nice, I want you guys to read it. Enjoy!
by: Ray Bradbury
Originally published in the February 1951 issue of Esquire
“What would you do if you knew this was the last night of the world?”
“What would I do; you mean,...
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mereka.
Mereka sudah datang ke sini, katanya.
Tono tidak tahu siapa yang dimaksud dengan “mereka”, yang disebut-sebut oleh orang-orang di kampungnya, bahkan orangtuanya. Tapi orangtuanya menjadi lebih sering bangun di malam hari untuk beribadah. Dia akan mendengar ibunya berjalan melewati kamarnya menuju kamar mandi, dan membasuh bagian-bagian tubuhnya untuk mensucikan diri. Dia tidak pernah...
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survive.
Everything keeps on changing. Love comes and goes. People leave and stay. Things are hard, then get easier, or are easy and get harder. You survive. With lack of the things you need, with disappearance of someone you love, with the luck that comes your way, with surprising and delightful ending of your day.
Even in the most deafening silence, you can always find the noise. We’re born to...
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6 Version of Truth.
1.
Begini, Pak, saya sulit menceritakannya. Saat itu agak gelap dan kejadiannya terlalu cepat. Saya sedang berada di sebuah jalan, yang biasa saya lewati setiap saya pulang sekolah. Jalan itu memang sepi. Tidak banyak mobil yang lewat. Di situ ada lapangan luas kosong, yang tidak pernah ada orang yang menempatinya.
Ya, saya lihat sesuatu di sana. Saya tidak ingat apa-apa, hanya ada orang yang...
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My Name is Memory
The chairs used to sunbath around the swimming pool are covered with some huge grey plastic. It’s like random statement in the walls of city street, where people just put on what they think and hope people read, and understand. It could probably be most hated statement this holiday: The holiday is over, people. Wake up and go back to your life.
You wanted to take photos in the last day of...
attachment, separation.
I think back then I once tweeted about my fascination in a psychological issue tackled by this researcher, John Bowlby. He made a series of books, a trilogy about Attachment and Loss. First book is Attachment, and then, Separation: Anxiety and Anger and Loss: Sadness and Depression. Now, I know that it’s something scientific, I know it deserves to be researched, well, IT HAS to be...
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link.
Sometimes I tell people what I believe about life. That everything that happens has its linkage from one event to another, that what happened in our past will lead to something in our present, and then this present will link to something in the future. Although the link remains unclear until we actually make certain distinctive decision. What if I did that instead of this? Some people will ask...
“That’s what love’s all about, Kafka. You’re the one having...”
– “Kafka On The Shore”, Haruki Murakami
words
This tumblr itself is named after one of my favorite things in the world, words. In the form of oral communication, stories, poems, etc etc. I’ve been reading a lot, way more than usual after that “event” happened to me. Some of them are Murakami books.
Now, it’s pretty risky because the fondness of Murakami writing is the thing me and my ex boyfriend shares. One time I...
talking.
everybody’s talking, all around you, in voice, in text.
they tell you what they feel, where they are, how’s their day.
the news keep posting you new stories from all over the world. here, you have to know all this, they said. you’re part of the world. you have to spin along with it.
the noise of the people, the news, are so familiar that you feel lonely without them. when...
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Take It In.
One time I had talk with a friend about things that happened to us. Just small chit chat. Problem sharing. I remember that he was puzzled when I said, “Someone told me to just take it all in.”
“What do you mean by taking it all in? You don’t do that towards problem, you fight. You don’t take it in.”
As I think about it now, day after a bad breakup I...
