Saturday

Lebih Lanjut Perihal Paradoks.

Honorable readers,
Lately, I see some eyesores and symptoms around me. It's rather considered as syndrome maybe, or crisis, and I'm sure if silence is golden then speaking up is diamond. Away from Spring's topic last month, I'm going to analyze several cases in this world, as it's been the greatest laboratory existed. Life is a cycle. A big cycle where all people 'trapped' inside. I've written on Asos last year,
Adakah di sini yang pernah berpikir, bahwa kita semua terjebak dalam siklus yang sama?
Analoginya adalah rumus tenses.

Ketika kita tarik garis lurus, dan membuat titik di tengah-tengahnya, namakan titik tersebut sebagai present.
Di kirinya adalah past, di kirinya lagi adalah perfect, dan di kanan present adalah future.
Pernahkan kita merasa bahwa apa yang kita alami saat ini (present) mungkin adalah past dari orang lain. Atau, present seseorang adalah past kita? Mungkin juga present seseorang adalah future Anda.
Majas is a special technique by using figurative language (expressive language used). But sometimes we also find this figure of speech in daily life in which the figure of speech intended to emphasize a certain thing. One of them is Totum pro parte. A Latin for "the whole for a part"; it refers to a kind of synecdoche. When used in a context of language it means that something is named after something of which it is only a part (or only a limited characteristic, in itself not necessarily representative for the whole).
..and where. is. the. correlation. between. them? The syndrome refers to the way we behave. When we think it's too mainstream then we try to avoid that, which apparently, nowadays, things we do are just another mainstream. I found it on Lxa's:
you said it feels so boring to be straightforwarded enuff. you thought you should be different. then you acted like a bada$$. let people know they're just mainstream and boring. then lose your manner, your figure of speech, your class. hello, arrogant, since you've got that position, use it wisely. do not be another nut, they forget their shells. remember the cycle, no, don't blame karma. when you're wanted you start to make another people unwanted. then when you're unwanted you curse people upon the throne. you could point everyone else, but try at least once - point it to the mirror. i'm always wrong but you're never right. we're not playing God. i'm not your enemy. play it fair. not just because we're different then we have to win a thing.

Tuesday

A year ago.

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Saturday

i dare not say how does it feel


...........where do I begin?
Here are some things most people dont quite know about me.
I love coffee and skydiving. I love Italian dishes especially pizza ai quattro formaggi (imma huge fans of cheeses, pasta, gelato, even breads and wine.) I used to love rain, but now it's only a great sleepy-maker. Soft weather always makes my day. I love to revel in my own world, and laughing even when its not funny.

You can measure my life flow-chart with music. When I was 5, I used to love classic instruments. Until now, Im sick of Nocturne in C by Chopin. Ask me about Bach, Mozart or Beethoven and I'll be a storyteller. Growing older, I fell for jazz and its swing rhythm. I loved to pretend that I was in broadway and sang upon the dining table. By 12 i started listening to Naruto ost and i could sing along all the lyrics. Skye Sweetnam, Avril Lavigne, Paramore led me into rock alt & punk genres. I had 2 bands. One of them formed in 2010, won some festival, and the songs were always paramore's. gosh, i miss the stage just now. of course, electrical era of Mtv took their parts. I used to cover some of Gaga's songs but since my bf said that he'll kick my ass if i still do; i dont. Lately, blues and rock n roll be my daily issue. I dont know where to go.
(furthermore..
Classic brought me into another mom's good girl. I was a mild-mannered child which closely to weak and feeble. Everyday was drama, we only could choose whether it was dramatic or tragic. Jazz has proven me that i had my own taste. Heading on disaster by Lavigne changes my life (afterwards). I enjoyed my day like a rockstar; confindence and victory were on my way. Maybe it's the boom of mine. I rarely or even never got sad, or misguided or cried. Always knew what I want and yes, got it. Maybe it's called by metamorphosis. The worldgenic does exist, readers.)

I love sophisicated quotes. I love writing anything about everything. I always juggling my interest at once and that's even not a good thing. Imma overthinker. Most of my paradigm are your paradox. But idk, it keeps me alive. I love sinking at the literature and the way its words make me feel. I am  a risk-taker and thrill-seeker. i believe at the absurdity. They say I'm dangerous. I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not. Proudly yes, i love red.

But I dont like blood. I hate clown, unreasonable reason, and I dont do facebook*. Hot drink sounds bad, and spicy food too. I hate being lied to, and getting unwanted. I don't hate heartbreaks. I hate goodbyes the most. There are still a lot more, but I'll keep it as short as that. :)

I consider myself very lucky, and I am eternally grateful for the life, love, laughter, family, art, that God has given in front of me.

Btw, somehow, it's not always me I've written about. neither you nor anyone else. sometimes, it's what my brain smells, my eyes snap, and my heart screams. i used to write from my seat. elsewhere, maybe people thought my blog was a totally dumb. i'm sorry for that. but excuse me, it's not a coffee, i dare not hear at all. take yours or raise the glass and cheers. mama said juices are good for body. stay healthy! x