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“You are about to begin the hero's journey. Travel well on the quest. A life of More is your birthright. Know the vast resource that reside in you and are provided for you in the world. You have raised the battle cry of - There Must Be More Than This.” (Judith Wright)

LET'S SEE HOW FAR WE COME
-matchbox 20-

I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but its feeling just like every other morning before,
now i wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,
the cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I
started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time

chorus:
but i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

i think it turned ten o'clock but i don't really know
then i can't remember caring for an hour or so
started crying and i couldn't stop myself
i started running but there's no where to run to
i sat down on the street and took a look at myself
said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to

i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

its gone gone baby its all gone
there is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it's over for me and it's over for you
well its gone gone baby its all gone
there is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it's over for me and it's over for you

but i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come



next destination is...
south america!

Ow now, it is just a piece of crap isn’t? Yeach how many times do I have to face all the hurts although I know it is always become unnecessary question to answer. I realize I often do many ridiculous things by answering all of his booty call. Not again, it continues all the time. What a pity, I just realize that I was so smart until I fall in love. That’s what ever said by some adult woman in one most favourite television drama about us, yes generalize almost all woman that have to handle hard choices between the truth feeling of her heart or the reality that she all ready been dumped many times by this man. Ow, shit! I’m just hated being myself facing this all kind of situation. But hell yeach, maybe this is my fetish chooses of lifestyle. I love to get hurt, or in a deep psychological case they may call it as masochism. But this type of masochism is not really related to the physical contact. It is more like related to the unconscious way of life.

Once, actually last night one of my male sexed friend ask about something interesting about how many time I was trapped by a materialistic guy. This question become interesting because I just go out with this guy for three times and we’re some kind never talk to personal about each other. And what a surprise this question comes from a younger man than my age. It is so obvious? Or it is even written on my face? I dunno. Than shamefully I answered with a short word, “three times” and I begin to make further explanation that make my answered not looks really pitiful, with “yeach, actually not really, … bla…bla…bla…” another crap.

My roommate ever said that I’m a type of a woman that easy to falling in love, and for the truth yes I am. I never avoid accept any expression that come from inside or outside myself. And if it is all linked to my first and second discussion about masochism and trapped by a materialistic guy, it means that I’m totally a free usable machine that can brings a lot of advantages to a guy. Shit!! Just wake me up when it is all already finish. And one for the fact, this story was written by woman that on the way doing her masters in Australia, ironic? Sounds like it is more concern to be pathetic.

Seni Itu Jujur
Jujur tentang apa yang dirasakan
Jujur tentang apa yang dihasilkan
Jujur tentang apa yang diinginkan

termasuk
Jujur tentang punya keinginan untuk dibayar buat apa yang udah dihasilkan dengan perasaan

Seni Itu Jujur
Jujur kalo copy, paste, croping dikit
Jujur kalo ngedit punya orang
Jujur kalo idenya terinspirasi dari karya seni orang lain juga

Seni Itu Jujur
Jujur kalo dirinya narsis
Jujur kalo dirinya sombong dan pengen terkenal
Jujur kalo dirinya exhibitionist atau cenderung fetis
Jujur kalo dirinya punya alat teknologi canggih berharaga ratusan juta

Seni Itu Jujur
Jujur kalo dirinya playboy
Jujur kalo dirinya pelacur
Jujur kalo dirinya penghianat
Jujur kalo dirinya rentenir
Jujur kalo dirinya pembohong

Seni Itu Jujur
Jujur kalo dia selingkuh
Jujur kalo dia tidak mencintai selingkuhannya

jujur aja nih,
capek bener ya ngucek cucian 2 minggu...

It's been a week here. And I was joining myself in one of fun charity event called Melbourne Romp as a volunteer photographer. It is an interesting event, since many of the Rompers are dress up in unique costume and walking around the city from one check point to another check point.

[link]

I don't feel alright
In spite of these comforting sounds
You make
I don't feel alright
Because you make promises
That you break
Into your house
Why don't we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude
It's hard to make sense
Feels as if I'm sensing you
Through a lens
If someone else comes
I'll just sit here listening to the drums
Previously I never called it solitude
And probably you know
All the dirty shows I've put on
Blunted and exhausted like anyone
Honestly I tried to avoid it
Honestly
Back when we were kids
We would always know when to stop
And now all the good kids are
Messing up
Nobody has gained or
Accomplished anything

-MEW, comforting sound-

seems like all you need is find the right songs that comfort your heart, calm it down, or just switch it on to the hype.

alokz, thanks for the MEW live in Copenhagen nya ya botaakk...