illusion of safety

It’s been a while again, due to laziness this time.

Apparently, I’ve been nominated to be the next president of Merah Putih, the official club for Indonesians at my uni. So much for my anarchist belief… hahahaha. But hell with it. The ballot will be handed out this coming 28th of October. Also on that day, there will be a gathering, and due to constant demand (actually more like peer pressure), I am willingly forced to perform some mind numbing magic. So if you’ve never seen me perform before, here’s your chance to be a heckler.

Kim and I are currently working on an art project. Details and progress will follow up soon!… or not, if we decide to be all secretive and shit about it.

Uhmmm…. what else man… well, there’s nothing eles. Life’s boring. Need something fun and exciting to do. The people of Helenasia have to start doing their god damn job…

Life’s some crazy ride, you really don’t know what’s coming to you until it’s right in front of your nose. But hey, isn’t that the beauty of it? Isn’t that what makes life interesting? The surprise? The suspense? The mistery? But really, whatever. I know where my indifference, plastic mask, and genuine smile stand. And who they belong to. But I’ll just stand here, and be nice to all of you because aren’t you all (supposed to be) special?

ALAS, the mutiny has been canceled. Not failed, but canceled.

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Mil, pegang terus janji dan tajamkan fokusmu. Kamu harus menjadi orang yang lebih baik.

THE idea is to take over.

The Queen and her henchmen (and henchwomen) shall be killed. No torture or any of those time consuming fun activities, just straight to head chops. I save the Queen for the last. But everybody else definitely has to die as early as possible to prevent any defense or retaliation. I shall keep the Queen alive; after all, who’s gonna sign my check for being a full-time knight?

I have not read Her book or manual about the brownies… is she talking about the cupcakes? I have not read any of Her books either, let alone Her mind. I don’t know what kind of dictatorship this kingdom I belong to is. Is it communism? Is it nazism? Is it bird? Is it a plane? But after my take over, the kingdom will be no more. There shall only be one rule and that rule is to have no rule. I don’t understand what I just typed either, but for the sake of moving on, let’s all nod and get along.

Since I will be the only survivor in the (future) massacre that I will commit, I will force anarchy on this land. Everybody will only have to adhere to their own rule. Everybody can do whatever they like. Basically, you own the land and your life. Nobody has to get up early in the morning to go to a class he doesn’t like. No sirree, not anymore because you live in anarchy. Fun fun fun.

Although, sometime the nice bone in my body tells me to spare some life. I only have 3 nice bones, so there will only be 3 humans. They will be decided by cards, dices, or the sword. Or may be coin flip. And I, being a gentlemen that I am, will not butt-rape those three humanoids either. They will be well and alive… until I found them to be useless, then they’ll join their kingdom-mate in the afterlife.

Speaking of the afterlife… is there such a thing? Am I gonna bring my own kingdom into the afterlife? I’d love to, and compare it with His. If mine happens to be bigger, there shall be a war. If the opposite is true, I’d much rather stay here. Well, the afterlife can only be proven once you are at its gate with monsiour Grim Reaper. I heard he’s a nice guy and fun to hang out with. He also drinks.

But nay, I shall keep my commitment, sharpen my determination, for I will have lotsa fun in gassing the helpless of Helenasia… which soon will be KAMILISIA! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

MWAHAHAH!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

or may be if you guys could help me out with my assignments, I’ll stop poking you with pencil.

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Daily bitchin:

Limkokwing sucks. Fuck that college… no, it’s not a fuckin university, it’s a mere bs college that stunted my artistic growth. I need to get outta this place. Fuck. I’m bored at college, I’m bored in my apartment, and the sun is blistering hot. This place is a desert, and should not be occupied unless you’re used to this kind of condition.

Yea, fuck you.

I’m tired of seeing kids in cliques and shit… I can’t believe those kinda shit still exist in these days and age! Aren’t we all adults now? Oh no… you get older, true, your body gets bigger, true, though your boobs still look the same. But apparently, life is fair, and if there is an increase, there has to be a decrease, and I guess the decrease is the size of people’s brain.

I don’t break rules for nothing. I don’t question authority for the sake of pissing them off (though sometime that tendency occurs, but i try not to). Where’s the fun in getting the boss angry when in the end, nothing changes? There are attempts to incite the interest of the people, indeed, but when it’s overdone and lose its substance, then you’re trapped. It’s not about how many books are read, how many pages the speech is, how many cunts you fucked. But rather, it’s how deep the needle is injected through the skin. It’s not how you dress. It’s how you project the image. It’s not how you fuck, it’s how you satisfy.

In the end, it’s all the same: you die, I die, we all die. Everyone dies.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeveryone.

Why…

…

Why at time like this, when I should be calm, courteous, respectful, and hopeful, and all those in honor of the holy month of Ramadhan, do I have to get my love back for metal?!? And uh, I’m not talking about Linkin Park bullshit and fuck you who think that way, get off click the X at the corner of window. I’m talking about those so-called satanic bastards… some of them are anyway. I’m talking about those long hair scandinavian musicians who burp for several minutes (and call it singing melodiously) with ear crunching guitar riffs.

Damn… At the Gates really killed me. I can’t believe I’m listening to Cradle of Filth again. Well, it’s not THAT surprising, after all I’ve always loved this kinda stuff. It’s just that I’ve had a period of time where I really don’t listen to them at all. And now I’m back to these depressing shit… that’s so enjoyable.

So yeah. I love metal. BUT…

…fucking hardcore is where it’s at. Anyone wanna start a hatebreed/at the gates/slayer rip off band?

I long to see the masses mosh to hardcore, again.

OUT NOV. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hell yea bitches! One of the craziest concerts I’ve been to was apparently recorded on to a cd, and it is gonna be released this coming first of November. Shit… the concert itself was on August 16th, and to this day I still remember EVERYTHING that happened in the gig by the second. Got my t shirt signed by James Root himself and had a little chit chat with him as well (for the unfortunates, head over to my profile to see a picture of us hahahaha).

Okay, that was for you Halief.

Uhmmmmm…. what else.

Lately, I’ve been addicted to metal and its close relative (black, death, hardcore). I’ve been listening to At the Gates for sometime now. If you haven’t already, check out the song Blinded by Fear… it will kick you in the nuts to remind yourself how much you hate everybody in this world. Which is good, sometime, to keep yourself awake that everyone’s not there to blow you kisses and pay for your food.

If you feel like having a good day, read this shite Catholic Church no longer swears by truth of the bible

Uhmmm

I’m boring.

AND bored.

Well, personally, I’ve been doing much better than some weeks ago. I’ve learned soooo much these past few weeks in terms of friendship, courtesy, humility, and patience.

Uhm.

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double post for today.

*throws smoke bomb on the ground and disappear into the night… puff*

I’ve made my bet, no?
have smiled with the knife embedded to your riffle
i’ve also scavenged for the gold covered in trash

I got off my bicycle
i’m walking for you, so that
you won’t be tired and exhausted
so that you’d still be able to write

but honey,
why did you shut my mouth and stab my stomach?
i love you,
i let every rape you’ve had with me

but don’t shut my smile for you

my love for you, and
the sustainability of your beautiful life
needs my breath

I’ll kiss you later by the castle
my drying sweat, my depleted
blood.
would it be okay?
oh, i could still carry you

I just dream for us to be in the castle
so, honey…

Would you not shut my smile for you, please?

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What I’d do for the reigning Queen of Helenasia. I should win your honor to be a knight (and only knight).

For some reason they don’t translate well to English hahahahah.

ps. Coincidently, the title is "Me and My Country"

Aku sudah bertaruh, bukan?
sudah tersenyum dengan bayonetmu
aku pun sudah mengais emas yang bertaburan sampah

Sepedaku pun ku tanggalkan
Aku berjalan untukmu, supaya
kamu tidak lelah dan lemas
supaya kamu masih bisa menulis

Tapi sayang,
kenapa engkau membungkam dan menusuk perutku?
aku cinta kamu,
aku biarkan setiap perkosaan yang ada

Tapi janganlah bungkam senyumanku untukmu

Kecintaan aku untukmu, dan
kelangsungan kehidupanmu yang indah itu
membutuhkan nafasku

Nanti aku cium kamu di istana
keringnya peluhku, hilangnya
darahku.
tak apa, yah?
aku masih bisa berjalan membawamu, kok

Aku hanya angankan kita di istana
makanya, sayang…

Jangan bungkam senyumanku untukmu, yah?

EXXON KELUAR!

Aku dicintai oleh mereka untuk diperkosa, dicium untuk digunakan. Kemajuan teknologi dibuat supaya makin bisa melancarkan agresi kolonial mereka… walaupun bukan dalam fisik lagi (tetapi lebih ke ekonomi, kebudayaan, dan kesatuan).

Tidak ada putih dalam benderaku; aku tidaklah suci.

EXXON KELUAR!