Snippets from the forthcoming second book.

As Time takes his stride watching without haste, he has been undeniably aware that sooner or later there will be a moment when the stage is warming up and parades of emotions that came after was also a brand new adventure that can’t be missed on any account. His role was not only as a spectator but as a participant as well.

Heavy mists swept over him, that the knowledge he bears are shredded and placed randomly within the empty halls of forgetfulness trillions light years away from his new familiarity.

A cloud of oblivion placed him in the most dismal, desolate realm. Where even harpies and revenants alike may well be keeping their last wit to steer clear of too much absence.

There in an utterly discomforting calm, he bids his once his very essence. An unborn restlessness that will succumb to nothing. Not even himself.

When Whips are Chocolates.

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No pain no gain.

Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.

I don’t know exactly when those sayings became known generally. They would’ve easily become a misguided conception on how you should live your live, apart from those who really celebrate torture or took pride in embracing them. That’s an exception.

At some level, people do enjoy the drama in order to attain their means. It’s an energy boost also a pride boost. How many times did people wrote on their social network status, tweeting, and blogging, telling everybody the great effort (or they might want to admit it’s actually the trouble/misery/hardships that they have to endure) to win the desired purpose. To me it’s an obvious s & m, which relatively mild compared to the real term.

Everyone in this planet has it, in varied proportions. It is the law of nature itself. Women had painful births to welcome their newborns. A baby herself had some kind of trauma the moment she was released into the world. How many people do you think ever witnessed a laughing baby the first time they breathe air into their lungs?

However, we strive to avoid pain, misery and all of their brethen by all means as much as possible. Then why some still cling themselves to these rather rash maxims? Are those words a reminder to commend the job well done later on? That would put people on a double standard lifestyle. It’s a dangerous thing to to say, more fatalistic if somebody believes it.

The moment it became a problem is when it’s difficult to distinguish between agreeable and compelled duty. It’s the moment when the adventure begins, all that hovers around some heads is the golden treasure that lies at end of the rainbow, not the excitement that waits around the corner. It’s when sacrifice becomes a heroic ambition. After all, we should know our limits to attain balance of life.

If those troubled things to do as people might judged, for us is an entertaining experience, then it’s not an exertion anymore. How many times a marathon runner take delights in hearing his own footsteps pounding the paths he has taken and forget his breath became shorter and faster, barely aware of the sharp bite of icy cold wind when it’s met with his sweat? How many of them take pleasure of the scenery? Other than only aiming in winning the prize and trophies? People may dismiss the trouble but somehow they still feel the uneasiness. How about focusing on the excitement of running itself? Rather than struggling to keep an even pace and having a strong breathing? Or make a world record? Again, after all it’s only a game.

When pain is no more, then you start to gain.

Hidup senang selalu. (A quote from a practical but brilliant friend)

Don’t they sound much better? More pleasant and uplifting?

Some charming words, please?

There are many words in English to define certain aspect of feelings regarding gratitude or pleasure. It comes with a broad range of variety. From the peak level state of consciousness into basic worldly emotions.

We longed for moments of bliss, delighted in rapture, marveling on ecstasy, wishing almost everyday for joy, smiling the simplest care for happiness, welcoming every jovial greets, live as much as we could to be merry and cheerful.

I have been searching for the right word in Bahasa Indonesia for the word bliss, divine happiness, since the word bahagia is the pinnacle of this emotional elated terms, which probably lies between joy or happiness. While we have something closer to jolly = gembira, and suka ria which is merriment. Girang and senang are closer to a reckless hint. Suka cita is often used in Christian Indonesian terms, but it is far from bliss, rapture or even joy. To me it reflects repressed expression when it comes to convey the elated response. It felt that the excitement has to be modest. If there is a word for it, they are usually freshly plucked from a religious term. It’s too political. It is the first thing I stay away from.

If there’s someone kind and sincere enough to tell me, I’ll be very grateful.

Today’s Blip #5 Maiden, Mother and Crone.

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Expectations usually gives you half the satisfaction, a lot of disappointments, and the yearning worsens each time it has been filled insufficiently. (Maidenish)

Now, how to minimize them? Hmmmm… let me think… I believe, just leave all the insecurities behind by being nothing. Zero. Void. Does that make sense? (Crone-ish)

On the contrary, home should be a sanctuary where we are entitled to feel most comfortable. Free from any kind of harm and danger. So anything that brings uneasiness supposed to be dealt seriously and be zapped quickly. (Motherly)

A Boy Who Never Catches the Wind.

It jingles, the bells on the tips of the hat.

As the little boy jump about,

Gleeful as a free sprite,

He shouts,

“I am catching the wind,

No one can bind me while my heels still speeding.”

But the wind finely whispers, as the nature’s wont,

“He heeds not my counsel,

as he plucks and tramples at his will,

beats his stick at my green fellow friends till there is none to greet me passing.

How will he know if there is nothing left to lead him to me?”

So the little boy, with a purple and yellow grin, with bells on the tips of his hat,

carry on, does not perceive and will never figure out.

As he pursuits in vain the wind that’s getting farther and farther away.

Today’s Blip #4

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Illustration by Randoph Caldecott

On a second thought, I should now think of bubbles as a serious matter. Deadly serious.

We know that the very smart ones, the wise as we speak, is beyond dimensions, because they are open to suggestions, chances, and possibilities, because knowledge know no boundaries. The smart ones are inclined to be one dimensional because reason itself is limiting things. The ignorant prefers to be one dimensional too, for fear on anything beyond their common grounds. But the very ignorant knows not of dimensions. They too, exceeds any limitations because the blind faith and gullibility. Notice the pattern? No matter where we are we cannot break from the vicious circle… it’s depressing to think of it.

On the bright side though, the term “outer limits” gave rise to temptation of a never ending hope. It would similarly felt like playing a nonstop 3 days straight RPG and then move on to the next level for another 3 days more and never stopped.

Today’s Blip #3

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What was going on before the void that creates the big bang? If the infinite bubbles of universes theory does really exist, then what lies before the creation of multiple universes? Since they resembled bubbles all I can think is blob bang (big blob bangs into infinite little blobs of universes). Then, it’s a child’s play thing. Hmmm…

In the end, the ones who come out unscathed from the whole “drama scenarios” is the real winner. Because from the beginning they know it’s only an act.

Therefore, a true actor never forgets that he is only doing an act.

Since life is a game, you should always prepare the God mode.

Summer

Illustration by Cicely Mary Barker

Of feathered sky and rosy hues

They dab my bonny darling’s cheek

A glow to amuse

Of bluebell chimes, sweet honey rhymes

Coos his way to sleep

A distant land warm lullaby’s hum

Gently tiptoed on the air, like the gallop’s hare

Another golden Sunday went by

Marked by the budding and his finger trails ringing

One of a kind Apple.

One might not depend on a favorable outcome which applies certain style of creative process that other had successfully employed. Each person has their own momentum. My first thought of reactions to this view would be, “Why of course it is”, “Why should it be brought up”, though there is still an ongoing tips of do’s and dont’s about it, or someone asking, “How do you start? Any tips?” See the thing is there is none such tips, because we are individually unique therefore we should find what makes us tick the most by ourselves.

Take an apple that is grown from a particular garden for an instant. It’s generally an apple. But it has different qualities than any apples of the same species that have been grown in distinct vicinities. The factors that determine those qualities should include calculable properties of the soil’s character based on the percentage of minerals, microorganism and worms contained, water absorption, and so on. Adding certain insecticides (if they use one) or biological pest controller and plant treatments for diseases. Plus conditions that involves climate changes. The circumstances mold each fruit into varied and complex characteristic. By this typical qualities each apple has varying measured resistance upon reaction to certain conditions. And what’s great about it, each has a slight different taste although generally it tasted like it should. An apple.

So does an individual has their specific method to achieve his/her goals. Especially those that involves creative purpose. Personally I disagree with certain guidelines in relation to evaluate aesthetic standard. The notion itself is contradictory. Since aesthetic standard for each individual is an individual taste per se. There is no need to find a common ground with already accepted familiar artistic criteria. While it involves a lot of independent emotions, intuitions and imaginations, one should not set an aesthetic boundary for this creative pursuit, if only one resolve to avoid predictability and retain purity in expressing his/her message. It has a definite sincere honesty and humility to it.

You can definitely capture one’s purpose and feel whether it serves to prove him/herself of some worthy goals or a sense of unpretentious genuine affection. Don’t be fooled, I myself has an ongoing battle between the two. It is human.

One might consider applying wisdom to some degree though to avoid certain repercussions. Don’t take this view to the extremes. I don’t wish hearing somebody butchered themselves or someone else for the sake of art.

Therefore it is certainly a challenge to combine both ingenuity and being responsible for harvesting brilliant creations. So, have fun getting your inspirations!

Today’s blip #2

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When you just had one of those days that feels like the universe conspired against you the savest world would be neopets. (I should get extra neopoints by now)

There’s a very… very thin line between orgil and seniman kusut. The way to dicern one from the other is the former one has gone beyond being bitter, the latter though is well attached to bitterness but refused to acknowledged it.

 

Love is never enough when the meaning becomes degraded.