Being Cynical series

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//November 29, 2010//

On Stalking

Hey there, stalker. Are you done yet, searching other people’s dirty laundry, messing around with their kitchen? So stalker, are you really evil or are you really happy? Oh so you don’t care, eh? Please continue the damn works, I know you have important meeting with the wired.

On Complaining

Regrets are your beloved friends. Oh, so we (have to) know then. Yeah, let’s ruin other people’s life by simply telling the world your sorrow. If you have the time to complain, please settle your problem with your final tasks. As for certain people, I’m not talking about you. Don’t bother to assume it was you.

On Being That Great

I don’t owe you any explanation, so don’t bother to assume. I know you’re being The One, and you’re that damn great. So as I don’t care, you don’t need to care about me anymore.

On Gigs

So, I don’t really care which artist Subono will choose next. I’m not into gigs, though I favor some of his selections. Santana, Maroon 5, Jimmy Eat World, scream out loud if you wish. Lots of recent status update blabbers like this, “Got to save up, (insert the band name) is going to town!”. Yeah, tweets as you please. Spent your (or I assume your parents) money on those tickets. Be gone, so people can call you hip and cool. As long as you got the merchandise, people don’t really ask you wheater you really listen the band or not. Yeah, I know you’re too cool not to go.

On Stopping Being Cynical

Yeah right, I need to stop talking about some certain people. To be or not to be is their power choices, so really there’s no one has the right to complain.

inter individual difference

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//November 11, 2010//

Here’s the thing. I don’t really like bragging about my own personal life to people. So, sometimes I made posts to express things. Writing to some strangers. Some post is sometimes really about my life but some others, maybe just a delusion. Fiction and unwritten fate. So, I don’t mind if people interpret the post on my blog the other way around about what I really mean. Like music, people tend to have inter individual difference. Every one of us interprets music and lyrics differently, that what made it so uniquely special.

 

the constant answer

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//November 10, 2010//

I admire you when your hand started to attach with the chords, playing faithful melody that is hard to forget. But, do you like the idea about me writing you card?
I love your T-shirt band collection, mostly when you got so consistent wearing it. But, do you like those sneakers?
I like the way you whisper and the sentences followed after. But, do you like me picking strange words and the constant laughing?
And yeah, it’s always surprising all the time you keep saying yes.

Time is a friend

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//November 10, 2010//

Time is friend for a fighter.
They listen to you, sing with you, playing the rhythm for you.
It will never be your enemy.
Because no matter how many time you count them as enemy, you really did make them your best friend.
It teaches you to strike on the right timeline.
But it also teaches you how to wait.
People hate to wait, as much as speaking in front of people or hating to much fat.
But waiting is the merrier event the time can bring.
It carries the biggest surprise you couldn’t imagine.
Dear time, let’s shake each other hand.
Tame it, grow it.
It supposes to teach you the beauty behind all the waiting.