You Were Not Lost

March 25, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Halfway around the world.
17 in count.
Hundreds and thousands of hearts.
Million eyes.

All souls are never lost.
They just wander and finally, return.

Have you seen the technicolor coral, under the sea?
Have you seen the aurora, be it the Borealis or Australis?
Have you seen the North Star, high above?
Have you seen the rainbow’s end?

Whether you’ve seen one or not, you’ll be seeing more there.
More obnoxious beautiful things.

Welcome back, beautiful faces.
Until we meet again, you will all be missed.

Mute Crayon Box

March 23, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

We used to have different opinions. The ones that is passed through hours or days of reading, discussing, and analyzing things. The ones you believe it as your truly opinion. Not as other’s which you agree because it is well written passages without grammar mistakes.

It is good that information spreads instantly, minutes, seconds, milliseconds. But we’ve created a mute crayon box. Ones that just passed a button of Like or Share.

Fate of a nation will be decided sooner, kings will rise and fall, leaders will speak louder at nightfall. Among all that chaos, pen is still mightier than explosive. Especially pen that writes well written passages without grammar mistakes.

Put on your war paint.

There will come a day that you don’t need to break crayon sticks to color a picture. There will come a day that you’ll stint one another to understand better. Exchanging colors and get darker, or brighter. Clearly for sure, richer. Richer in knowledge, richer in perspective. The terms is getting better, the speculation is becoming smarter, the rumor is spreading faster. Those intelligent bastards, I see why you’re there now, with all that power. But we’ve already put on our war paint, and maybe we’ll see. Who will be releasing the doves at the end.

Have a good Sunday, sky arches.

and there goes February

February 22, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Good night, universe.

Standing with hundreds of people everyday, sometimes give you random thoughts about life.

Maybe I gaze too much to the street, maybe I’ve missed some beauty among them. Repeated cycles and routines are not there to make you cyborg. It teaches you to color your life among things that already there. The earth, the galactic, you’ve never wished them to stop rotating, yet stars collide everyday. Maybe, you should try to be those stars. Even for a short second, you’ve got that excitement. That burning colors that tingles you. The speed that explodes you.

If someday I ever have a chance to write a column of a magazine, I know exactly what I am going to write:

TV Series recommendation

As much as I love feature film, those silver screen, I have highly appreciation to TV shows. Ever wondering why the header of this blog even shaped like television? (ha!) It is sometimes contradictory to my cynical thoughts to national television, but then again I believe there would be time those public frequency would become ours once more.

So, try Brooklyn Nine Nine.

Andy Samberg, Saturday Night Live veteran, plays Jake Peralta. The childish detective, solving case by case with the absurd police squads. There is Detective Diaz with the anger issue, the ambitious Amy Santiago, the freaky and loveable Detective Boyle, the mental secretary Gina, the first gay police captain, Captain Holt, etc. The comedy is light and I must say it is more enjoyable than The Office. Brooklyn Nine Nine finished its first season not so long ago, and so far, they’ve won the Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy on Golden Globes 2014 and surprisingly enough Andy Samberg won Best Actor – Television Series Musical or Comedy, beating out crowd favorite, the one loveable Jim Parsons from Big Bang Theory.

Since I’ve found this website, I am hypnotized. The website tries to explore lyrics and it is exciting seeing how people trying to interpret lines from songs. Maybe it is the real meaning of the song, or maybe it’s not. Obvious lyrics try to make thorough messages, poetic lyrics sometimes try too hard to be… just poetic. It is delightful to know that a song titled Butterfly is actually from a musical called Madame Butterfly. Deciphering a line is a tough stuff, you think you know it. But maybe, there’s where you wrong.

I grew up with rock and alternatives music as the soundtrack of my life. And I still think those rock music bring the same romance vibe as those 7 octaves pop song when it comes to deliver a love song. So yeah, don’t be surprised sometimes in the future you’ll be hearing all those baritones range voices and high pitched song plays on my wedding day :))

And speaking about wedding. A lot of friend are getting married, some just got a baby, it is nice seeing people you know from high and low is entering new life. Sometimes it is weird, imagining they’ll be taken somewhere else, speaking different languages than silly conversation or culture jokes. Staying out from the cinema, not buying cheap crackers anymore. But then again, those cycle and milestones do exist. Maybe a world I refuse to see until now is coming closer. Whatever it is, do keep this on mind.

I bet that you look good on the dance floor.

Whether it is climbing a career or raising a child. Whether it is pursuing degree or building a business. Whether it is enjoying life, or financing a house. Whether it is traveling across the world, or helping your parents. You’ll all be wonderful. You’re all still those magical little wonders I know back from my younger life. Those beautiful sparks.

Good morning, universe :)

We’re All Liars Here, and Everyone of Us Is Better Than You

February 17, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Arctic Monkeys at Glastonbury 2013

Tonight, the floor of Webster Hall is a sea of illuminated rectangles, with fans shooting video for minutes on end. Turner is ready for the crowd and the cameras now – he puts his guitar down to strut and dance, drops to his knees for solos when he does play, flirts shamelessly with the female fans (he introduces the band’s early hit “I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor” with an almost Beasties-ish cry of “laaaaadies!”).

It’s a very unnatural environment to be in, up on a stage,” he says later, admitting that his early shyness never really went away. “So you put up defenses to hide. Like looking at the ground with your hair in your eyes, or being tightly wound and quite aggressive and uncooperative, as I used to do.” His newfound showmanship, he suggests, is just a better way to hide.

How Arctic Monkeys Reinvented Their Sound by Brian Hiatt (October 24th, 2013 issue of Rolling Stone)

13

February 1, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

It is been February, at least on my calendar. 2013 is a great year. I told you 13 is my lucky number. I always consider great year for having good time doing what I wanted to. It did.

Achievement is something else. Life is never a race for me, it is a constant blessing. So if you asked ‘what did you achieve last year?’. Maybe none. It is funny because when I wrote this last year, I didn’t know what to expect. Life is interesting, isn’t it?