230. Music Show

It was a night that you would say beautiful.

He went out show his face up to the first brezze from ocean. It would be too exaggerated thinking the trouble had blown away. They all are there but it brought him back to 1 second of peaceful mind. When was the last time? It doesn’t mean anything to try to remember your last peace moment while you were standing with your feet on the ground. As it is too precious to be counted. It brought him to his island

It is not neither a huge island with boats cover surround nor small ones with 2 coconut trees on sand waving in the wind for adventure of Robin Crusoe. It is in decent size long and stretch to the ocean with  sharp edge just like snake tongue crawling to the vast deep blue ocean.  People knows each other in island as the fact that not much change happened. He likes it. He was a kid till the last day in his island and loved every single day had been there. He was too young to appreciate that love but now. People called him “the principal” . It was him “the principal” that never went to class late. “The principal” would not allow anyone to talk in class when teach said no. “The principal” was the captain, the most moral captain that his father somehow just wish he could loose the kid a bit to be as childish as his age. His mother is lovely lady happy smile stayed with her when his name called out on the award day. And he left when his ages came applied to police school. There is no other perfect way to be a grow up adult as a police. Training course finished he was threw out to life with the whole batch. He caught real life quite fast with experiences learn from dead or live. He takes all risks as that is how he draw a line with him and the other part. Some laughed at him some just passed. That doesn’t bring much concern as he would be always the principal.

A very disgusting smell cut through the air. His duty is due. All are called back to station for duty end report. The last song is played hardly just to get all the excitement and attention from the crowd. A small group of long dirty hair shaking their head along with the beat. He is watching them knowing that it is not going to be a threat for the night. They come to the show that means they are not. It is a proof otherwise they can just join the big chaos people on the other side threw brick, chairs and all holdable to the air not talking about all dirty language. That is the daily protest going on. When a protest becomes daily there is no place for music. This show is trying to be a firework in the dark time so those who come  just like him suffocated with all and take a break from all. He volunteered for late weekend duty. He volunteered to give up his sleeping for a break, a freaking break. He closed his eyes feeling all the hatrest music just blow in his ears with pleasure. A pleasure has been taken from all news show at night on dinner time with his father and brother argument. An orange and a red never should stay in same room and so does the guy interviewed. A pleasure has been thieved from all weekends lunch stayed in fast food style for his wife to get dress go out join the crowd. His kid has not met neighbor friend. That is not black and white with police and the gangster. That is orange, red, blue. The dumb on the street is no longer blamed for civil services but a victory of one crowd while the other taking glass broken in public house as their medal.

God knows how brave he has been for 10 year services. He would not step one foot down in front of a junkie. He would not blink his eyes while check in all the sleeping window. And his wife with orange full covered shut him down that almost 7 days duty on a row is not a overload work.

“Tonight…we are young” The song laid melody to late night wind. He could feel the move of his feet. The long hair group calm down stand till for awhile.  A corner of stadium just woke up with bike lighting, horn and smoke. His night seems going well at least with music. The last bike in a row just moved out. That is Sazan – his neighbor. He should smile. After all media has brought the police force from one line to another line (what is him and line today?) They have been involved to the madness unconsciously. They got full size picture in newspaper with full size smile on face and yes people shouting at the picture as it is a joke to praise them forget all the murderer behind bars. He should smile and check if the Sazan kid can come to play his son? That is women talk but his wife voice will be lost again, tomorrow. The bike approached him closer

-Hi there.

A strange feeling went through his nerve rapidly. He couldn’t stop it. It is cold. The night went too late? It is sharp. Sazan face has gone. The guy at the back just turned again shouting with unbelievable noise ” you police mother f*ker” Starts go too high. Up over there

-Some one call the hospital

– A police down

– Bleeding, hospital

Are all these calling for him? Is the night over?


News on 22 March: a police on late duty for music show has been stabbed on his neck by a knife from motor bike. His status is not revealed to media but he has been transfer to other country for medical. It is no confirmation of the protest involvement.


Just a short English stuff from a true story- at least the ending part. And I said politic is a sin of human being!


151. Trips

Going trip for me like a kind of test.

I enjoy the society and human connection. I treasure them all. However, there are times that people and all of their stories surround me just like a kind of strange objects that my body has to be strong to win over it. Most of the time  I won therefore I laughed like hell, talked a lot and brought home ton of pictures in which you hardly can see my eyes open wide. My eyes are just a simple line when I laugh- quote from my office buddie. So I do enjoy all the bounding time and hang out with friends. I feel like I blench in them regardless obvious differentiation between us- take size of eyes for instance.

Unfortunately, there are times things don’t work out. All of communication chaos disturb me in a way that I am somehow, not able to take it well. Just like our body and raining. If we are healthy enough then soaking under a heavy raining wouldn’t cause much problems else than wet and unexpected clothes to be washed. On the other hand, when our physically conditions is not that well I am sure things would go more complicated. Fever, running nose, headache, sorethoart (god!) and so on. It may lead to hospital if you try to check with another rain? !

Here come to my problem with people and me…Sometimes, I feel like I am just a dot rolled out of a paper and couldn’t find a way to back the story. I can just seeing people enjoy their time regardless my existence. I, therefore, will dig myself deep into the point that I am not able to head up and be me as usually. I isolate with people despite the fact that they are talking to me or I am eating together with them. It kicks my emotional nerve as a result loneliness dominate all on the senses and shut them down. Everything is mute so I only literally can hear miserable stuff  like missing home, love and hunger and more!! . There are, so far, nothing can help. I just can’t resit the happening and have to carry on with that till the bottom and back after sometimes

It has been brought some troubles so far. Friends looked at me as “what the hell is wrong with her” or even worst “who the hell she think she is”. No explanation can be given. I think it is better to deal with it as kind of allergic issue which occur occasionally. Good sides of this is, I usually can compose  easily due to the fact that emotional taken me away. Totally!.

81. 10 Reasons why Hollywood PR Vampire.

Okey, I am so much into Vampire now. Vampire Diary fill half day of my weekend so I bring it for the end of the night. haha

Ten reasons why Hollywood PR Vampire:

+Their origin explains a lot (please feel free to contact Googie for more detail =)). They all are rich. Castle with huge fancy dining room and full of boutique stuff hanging over the whole place,  posh life with turkey on the table for dinner (without cooking =)) red wine and carpet.

+They all are young & sexy (FOREVER), forget about acne lotion and diet program! They all are “flirty” Who will not follow them? I guess they could make one of famous Twiter!!

+Their transaction is the most “attractive” among other monsters. Eyes getting red and a little small fang and kiss in the neck. How cool. Have a look at wolf man and his victim. It is terrible, isn’t it?

+Their story is about love story. Not like others. They don’t fight for power or to be the greater much.

+The motive of their monster is quite interesting and more like a metaphor with under meanings (you name it).

+They desire  for blood, lust and love. Hollywood directors take advantage in this to put more spice in their movie with hot screen. Yes, it works!

+They struggle to stand in between day & night. There are Vampire tried to control it by using alternative method (animal blood or any kind of ..stuff that director put in their movie). Unlike other monster, they don’t ask people hold them back or tied them up to stop that hunger. They themselves do that. It is about choice

+They spread their monster seed. Victim turn into one among murder and start to hunt other. It is circle of life and yet, it makes them dangerous.

+Last but not least, Hollywood trend can be changed. but this year is about Vampire. Twilight, True Blood, Vampire Diary and all before that.

G9 love!

dropping words

I am tired. I am in emotional crisis
She asked, why? should something happened??
I said:no, there are nothing …believe me. She looked at me, stared at me and smoked. Sun beam was gone. Sunshine spark was gone. It was noon. Just the heat and that curtain.

He asked: can you please just smile. Where is your smile?
I said: I feel nothing than a grind…
Then why should you want to ..grind?? should something happened
Lunch was ready and as usual, he went to take spoon for both of us.

Should some thing need to be..happened ?

14-02 I see you

We both broke
Our saving money and our living money this month need to keep for my family coming trip.
And I thought, whatever, I need to do something just for a day
It is not because valentine and its spirit. It is not becuz recently we have decided to take 1 anniversary date..(and Valentine is chosen ..for no reason +_+)

It is all about having hard time (mentally and physically) and just want to have some soft and tender feeling to bright up a day.

I bought a cheese cake. I didnt expect from him anything. I shouldn’t. He broke and He was damn tired with office stuff just as me.

I gave it to him, as I predicted, he was suprise and sorry. I told him, it was a cheese cake cause it is sweet and soft and addictive just like him. He was touched then said sorry. I said why didnt he buy something, just a piece of chocolate? He said..he broke ( yay >_> ) We had dinner

He wanted to sleep. I was angry. Why were you tired? I worked very hard in office, people work just as you, but people not that “dead” after working. He said sorry “Maybe I need some sleep more than other”

I watched movie alone. He slept. I tried not to think too much. I didnt expect much so I couldnt be disappointed much, could I? The movie was so good and I kept aside my hard feeling. It is not bad- my valentine. I had something for him. I show him that I love him and I made him feel sorry to forget about doing something for me.

Our friend back home. He gave me that box. A box with some hand made stuff. It was done late last night.
He was tired because of staying late to do this. He didnt buy a chocolate because he wanted to make me surprise which I like a lot

And… I non-stop say thx to the friend who brought that box. “Why do you thank to me. I just gave you. He made it for you”
What could I do. He was sleeping deeply.

I love today, another hard working, exhausted, troubled and worried day. But with him