You’re so shallow you get blown away by the lightest of breezes.
You’re so deep you’re in a hole that not even light can get out of.
DISCLAIMER: I wasn’t talking about you. Or you. Or you. Or you over there, not you either.
“Pujaan hati? Ah nggak ah Bro :)) Just some girl that only exists in my mind”
“Ha! That works, yes :))”
Cafe Cadas, Depok, November 2003
Originally posted at mind-Dumpster v0.1
I am not so conceited and full of myself that I consider myself a master writer or even plain competent blogger. But I do have a certain way of writing down words which I found pleasing to myself and I do not wish to lose this way of writing, not because this way of writing is what I make my money and/or living off of but because I wish to continue to be able to express my thoughts and feelings. Of which writing is one of my several, at least so far. Continue reading “space”
Y’know how when you try to please everyone you keep making mistake after mistake after mistake and again? That’s what I’m doing right now. That’s what’s happening right now.
But whatever. I’ll figure it out eventually.
I have an image of you in my mind, and that’s what I’m currently in love with.
Because more and more I find myself too scared of the real you, to get to know who you really are…
It is a stupid, baseless fear.
I slept just now this morning. I dreamt I already had a baby child I was taking care of. As I was bathing and caring for my child, as a single parent, suddenly I couldn’t seem to remember who the mother was.
I woke up startled.
I have an interesting relationship with advertising. I think. The industry has chewed me up and spit me out. Yet I still appreciate its creativity and playfulness. I didn’t think much of advertising before I entered college. I chose Communications…
‘Cuz ev’ry rose has its thorns…Just like ev’ry night has its dawn…Just like ev’ry cowboy sings his sad, sad song..Yea ev’ry rose has its thorns…
'Cuz ev'ry rose has its thorns…
I find myself in a strange situation where I have to supervise discipline, when I myself am not disciplined. This is my first week as the website supervisor. I am missing my own promised deadlines, and yet I find myself in the position of having t…
I find myself in a strange situation where I have to supervise
discipline, when I myself am not disciplined.
…but rather an emancipation for the right of *all* human beings to their opinion, and of its statement thereof. Regardless of neither status, race, religion, gender, cultural association, nor “expertise”. And after such statement follows dialect…
…but rather an emancipation for the right of *all* human beings to their opinion, and of its statement thereof. Regardless of neither status, race, religion, gender, cultural association, nor “expertise”.
And after such statement follows dialectics. But first, once again first, the statements must be heard.