My Messy Closet

I’m not a morning person but yeah I would like to be if I could. However, I did wake up early yesterday morning though I slept pretty late the previous night. I felt an earthquake, just a little while, at about 7 am. It was creepy, literally, since I was still lounging in my bed.

I went down, ate some bread and drank some milk. Pretty soon it was raining again before I went back to sleep (I decided to follow the mood of Jason’s song “Sleep All Day” and it’s been working out well so far). The sky just didn’t want to stop crying I guess. Someone pass her some tissue! She’s drowning the roads. Sigh.

Last night I just laid around in my bed, looking at the
ceiling, and smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet. I want my
ceiling to be made out of glass. But until then, I’ll stick with my imaginary glow in the dark plastic stars. If people sat outside and looked
at the stars each night,
I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.

I like it quiet. Stars and silence, what a great combination it is. I know now why I’m always too caught up with my thoughts when I’m surrounded by people.

Dear my nerdy blog, you know what, it’s raining! Gosh, today is wackkk.
I didn’t do anything besides chilling and writing this shitty blog. I
don’t have enough guts to go outside and act happy. Too much people
outthere, smiling, laughing. Pshhhf.

God, the rain gets wild!

I’m listening to Jason Mraz again. Wonder if life could get any better than this; doing nothing, eating junk, listening to superb melodies, watching bad television shows, Tim Tam…..

I think I’m going crazy. But who aren’t?

People are strange. They go to the mosque, come home, then they talk shit about their neighbor’s issue. Do people go to the mosque/church/you name it too often that they eventually forget the significance of doing it?

It’s still raining. What can I do now besides whining and whining and whining?

What the heck am I thinking about?
It’s 2008. And just about 6 months to go, I WILL BE 20 YEARS OLD.

I didn’t realize this before I read Jason’s blog. OMG, now I’m so dating him! hahahaha.

OK so this is the quote from his blog that has slapped my face:

"Another year is fast approaching. Go be that starving Artist you’re afraid to be. Open up that journal and get poetic finally. Volunteer. Suck it up and travel. You were not born here to work and pay taxes. You were put here to be part of a vast organism to explore and create. Stop putting it off. The world has much more to offer than what’s on 15 televisions at TGI Fridays. Take pictures. Scare people. Shake up the scene. Be the change you want to see in the world.
You’ll thank yourself for it."

don’t you think life is too much some time?

i think that explains a lot why some people are going insane.
it’s the chaos.

Bad ass!! Just realized how sexy tan i am. My skin gets darker! oooo-wee. What a geek!! haha.

I sing a lot these days. Guess why?!! I don’t know I just feel so ALIVE!!!!!!!!

You and I Both versi Live (ada suara bushwalla juga! yay! haha)

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the lyrics:

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I’m looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.

See I’m all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now,
Oh love, no
You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore, mmm…
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now
Well I’m almost finally out of
I’m finally out of
Finally deedeedeedee
Well I’m almost finally, finally
Well I’m free, oh, I’m free

And it’s okay if you have to go away
Oh just remember the telephone works both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I’ll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that’s okay
Cause I’ll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I’m almost finally out of.
I’m finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I’m almost finally, finally, out of words.

Tidak adil. Tidak adil. Tidak adil.
Jason Mraz ke Australia!!!!!!!!!!!
Menyebalkan. Kenapa sih gak singgah2 sini duluuu?? hiks.

Crashed and burned! :{

        I watched this movie "25th Hour" (2002) starring Edward Norton as Montgomery Brogan, a drug dealer who got caught and sentenced 7 years in jail.

        In this scene, when he stood in front of a mirror, he made a loooong statement which I find really cool and more emotional than an emo kid can imagine. Haha. Well, take a deep breath, and here it is:

          "Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole
city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling
at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of
my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the
avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with
their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks
and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers
with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in
plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians
in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little
glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go
back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up
and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling
South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled
masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers,
figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron
assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about
that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20
to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And
don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, ’cause they make the Puerto
Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their
nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason
Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar
Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all
taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown
brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take
five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and
blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven
years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating
plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray
our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s
pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while
you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell,
and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in
fuckin’ Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling,
fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands
murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores
roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my
royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier
Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass.
Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back,
sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief,
standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen,
cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the
row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in
the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the
brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an
earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then
let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. No. No, fuck
you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!"

Mana yg lebih cute? Keponakanku atau.. cowokku? hehehehe (nggilani!!)