Greenade By Bruno Mars

1 05 2011

Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,

Had your eyes wide open,
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don’t understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah,yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah,yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah,yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That’s just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’ d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no





Train Song by Vashti Bunyan

1 05 2011

Travelling north, travelling north to find you
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes
Don’t even know what I’ll say when find you
Call out your name love, dont be surprised

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long

It wont be long
It wont be long
It wont be long

Nothing at all in my head to say to you
Only the beat of the train I’m on
Nothing I’ve learnt all my life on the way to you
Only our love that’s over and gone

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long

It wont be long
It wont be long
It wont be long





The Idea of Death

3 04 2011

Sometimes, I thinks about death, well..not in a bad way. I mean in my perspective  , it’s the same things like I’m thinking about life , about love , about hate , about foods , it’s just the concept or the idea and nothing more.

My friend told me that it’s a horrible things to think about death, but i think is the other way around, it would be ridiculous not to think about it when you were alive.

I mean the only time you could think about death , it’s when you were still alive, right ??? i don’t think when we were dead , we would thinks about it anymore , since we already there… what’s the point.

Death is an accessory of life , just like life is an attachment to death. The ideal truth is that you could not have one without the sequential or pre-sequential of the other ,

It’s true that Life is being introduce to us first, that’s why we are fond of it.. or un-fond of  it.

And Death is being introduce to us last, due to one way policy i guess , I mean there is no reverse cycle on this atleast not that i knew of .

So what is the idea of death ?

The end of  life ? The green reaper stuff? Final destination ? The bridge to another world ?

Or maybe just a big blank spot that could not be answer by any living people , atleast for now.

All that i knew that  as people , we are sometimes  curious , we are sometimes  afraid ,  and sometimes we  just doesn’t really care of it.





My New Office

4 02 2011

Akhirnya setelah perang batin yang agak lama, saya memutuskan untuk stay di Jakarta dan tidak kembali lagi ke Mexico.

Pulang ke Indonesia, ambil posisi di Jakarta, lumayan jauh juga dari ortu , tapi paling tidak bisa pulang sekali – kali kalau lagi kangen , cari tiket pesaawat murah dan uda deh cuma 45 menit nyampe semarang😀

Yang paling dikangenin soal Indonesia tentu saja makanannya , ampe ngimpi -ngimpi hi hi hi

Beruntunglah saya, tidak sempat merasakan masa – masa iddle alias jobless, saat pulang sudah dapat posisi aman alias permanen sebagai konsultan di salah satu perusahaan di Jakarta.

Ngomong – ngomong soal kantor baru, berhubung lagi masa -masa honeymoon, segalanya masih terlihat indah di mata saya.

Temen-temennya oke, challenge worknya juga oke , gaji standard lah yah ( ga jelek untuk ukuran jakarta ), cuma gedung kantornya aja yang agak tua😛

Yang paling penting disini saya bisa berhenti sebentar dan take as much as time that i need , untuk  berpikir , menyamakan ritme hati dan pikiran, planning my future , after this what is next ?

😀





Going Home ??

20 11 2010

Tinggal sebulan lagi nyampe di Indonesia, home atlast, tapi hati koq ga tenang yah,  ada beban berat yang harus segera diputuskan sebelum pulang. Apakah aku akan pulang dan tidak kembali lagi???

Apakah ini keputusan yang benar?





Could you tell me , where is TAR – TAR ????

16 10 2010

When i were  14 years old  , i read this book that tell a story about a place calls  “Tar – Tar”.

The places located somewhere in the middle of the Asian ‘s desert ,when night comes it freeze like hell and during the day the sun just shine like a fire.

It’s just unpleasant and totally chaotic, that sadly just  like many  “real” places in this world.

But in  “Tar-Tar” there is hope,  and hope is what make the story start and ends.

Hope of a man that try  to  find his dream ,  Hope of a woman to search her soul,

They meet and the hope merge and collapse and yet,  even the old hope totally destroyed , a new seeds of hope emerge.

Could you tell me , where is TAR – TAR ?  Because if you don’t , you can always create a new one.

* The image taken from deviantart





Insomnia

25 09 2010

Lately i have trouble  to sleep. Is not that i can’t sleep at all. But while lying down , i’m trap in such a state.

The state that my brain still  fully aware of my surrounding environment , means i’m not sleep yet, but also too lazy to  get up because my body absolutely tired ,

So I keep closing my eyes, hopefully tired enough to just subconsciously  sleep. Manage to do so in a while, but keep getting up every 15 – 30 minutes , all the suddenly it’s morning already.

When I  get down from my bed, in the morning , my body still so tired , my eyes still so fuzzy and my mind still disoriented. It likes i never sleep at all.