Can't think about the title

married gay married gay go away
you're not supposed to be here, there and everywhere

Married gay married gay, the way I always say
Just to keep your shadow away

You are not real you are only in a dream
Coz if you're real...I'll follow your stream

Married gay married gay go away
Otherwise I'll beg you to stay

knife

haaaa

how many hearts have you stabbed for your ego???? I hate your simple smile and soft voice. so fucking fake..... you are like a knife... to hurt others.... I never like it

guilty stuppid pleasure

definition: a pleasure that makes you feel guilty and stupid. but somehow, it's still a pleasure.

-I feel guilty and stupid- where's my brain????

weddingku

di atas meja kulihat tumpukan weddingku
ingin rasanya kugeret pintu
atau sekalian kulempar batu
teringat betapa bodohnya aku
iya pilu sih pilu
tapi kan juga gara-gara kelakuanku

Dimana letak otakku?
sepertinya jadi membeku
kata orang sunda sih belegug
aku cuma ingin ketok-ketok pake palu
terus teriak huuuuuuuuuuuu

life oh life. if it's not comlicated, then it's not life

why lfe shold be complicated? maybe because it's life. we are not angel who has no life aren't we (like I know how an angel live anyway). Sometimes, we want sumthin and t's affordable. when we afford to buy that thing, we are no longer allowed to touch it. For example, my aunt said that when she was young, she really want to eat deicious food. when she has the money later on when she's old, diabetic and cholesterol prevent her to eat fatty, creamy and sweet food.

Someone who are crazy for us are not someone we like, someone we like belongs to someone else, and it makes the relation into chasing each other without ending. Maybe we like sum1, and he/she likes us to, but the circumstances are not supporting. example, siti nurbaya case. We like someone, he/she likes us a lot, but he/she likes his/her couple better, and they put us as second priority. geeezzzzzz

rich people wants peaceful life, poor people with peaceful life wants money. and abbove all that, there is always someone who are rich, beautiful, smart, and has someone he/she love. Look like perfect isn't it????????

Who we need is far, who we don't want to have is near. Who we want to have is in front of us, but he/she brings no good to us. the one who brings good to us is not the one we like. If a book said that why men marry bitches? could I say why women love bad boy?

just a thought when I'm tired with playing farm frenzy all day long

it's you not him

It's you, not him....
who left the scar

the one I hope could help me raising but push me down
the one I hope could keep me stand still but let me fall
just when I need someone to hold on
never thought you'll left me alone

But now I know that I'm the one who I could rely on

Stop complaining and be more grateful

I was in the taxi with my friends on the way to mall ambasador last night when I saw an old hunchbacked lady sweeping the street. I said to my friend "oh poor lady". Then he told me a story. Once he was somewhere in Jakarta seeing an old lady collecting plastic bottles and glasses. He asked her the price of plastic bottles per kilogram, and the lady said Rp. 2000/kg. My friend asked her again how many day she needs to collect one kilogram of plastic, and she said 2-3 days. The answer surprised my friend, because a lady could live up until now with an income only Rp. 2000 per 3 days! My friend again told me that the lady was cheerful and she still feel that she's blessed by saying that sometimes the owner of warung tegal before closing their stall provide her with food. She herself has a family, but she does not want to burden them therefore she prefers to work.


The story strikes me on the head and stab me on my heart. Couple of days ago, I had a great meal on one of 5 stars hotel in Jakarta. It was indeed satisfactory yet pricy. After hearing the story, I suddenly calculated that the money I spent on my luxurious lunch could support the lady for months!I feel guilty.


I feel guilty not for my passion on food, but for my ignorance upon those who are suffering. I feel guilty not for my dream in having a glorious life, but for my complaints upon -not so bad- misery in my life.


Hearing the story will not make me stop from my passion on food neither stop me on dreaming about having a glorious life and fighting for it. But, as my friend write on his ym status for couple of days, maybe me, you, us, could start to stop complaining and be more grateful for our life.