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"I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people."

Sun, 19 May 2013 04:52:53 +0700

“I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.”

- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

The little gentleman is turning three today. Hup hup huppy...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 06:37:25 +0700

The little gentleman is turning three today.
Hup hup huppy birthday, the apple of my eye..
Spread your wings and fly fly fly high to the sky..
Nothing in this world gonna make you stay..
And anytime you wanna go home, it’s never far away..

"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of..."

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:42:21 +0700

“

Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

”

- Virginia Woolf’s letter to Leonard.

"And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one."

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:33:24 +0700

“And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one.”

- VIrginia Woolf , A Writer’s Diary.

Welcome. Home.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:09:33 +0700

Welcome. Home.

Let me ride you home. The journey might not be easy, but...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 07:47:32 +0700

Let me ride you home. The journey might not be easy, but it’s gonna be fun. Holding on..you’re not alone..

"If someone asks me, “Why do you write?” I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question...."

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 06:00:51 +0700

“If someone asks me, “Why do you write?” I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard. And if someone asks me the inevitable next dumb question, “Why do you write the way you do?” I must answer that I wish to make my hatred acceptable because my hatred is much of me, if not the best part. Writing is a way of making the writer acceptable to the world—every cheap, dumb, nasty thought, every despicable desire, every noble sentiment, every expensive taste.”

- William Gass (via austinkleon)

"Something within her refused to grow. Something endless, eternal. Something bold. Something..."

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 20:37:45 +0700

““Something within her refused to grow. Something endless, eternal. Something bold. Something warrior-like. She looked up at the stars, she could feel, she felt as if she could pluck them one by one and send them spinning into the world, like small beautiful elastic mercurial weapons. Now too, the time is coming.””

- Patti Smith’s beautiful tribute to Virginia Woolf, who took her own life on March 28, 1941. (via adamsreef)

You are the light of my dark side. You are the voice of my...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 21:10:01 +0700

You are the light of my dark side. You are the voice of my silent night.

How hard to find an empty space in the crowded arrival hall. A...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:34:08 +0700

How hard to find an empty space in the crowded arrival hall. A small piece of solitude.

It’s funny how interesting some colours just because we...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:21:47 +0700

It’s funny how interesting some colours just because we capture it in a picture.

clicheaulait: umistakemeforstraight: fearfullittleloverr: A...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 17:06:36 +0700

clicheaulait:

umistakemeforstraight:

fearfullittleloverr:

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put the glass down!

I think this just changed my life.

well, if i have a glass of water in my hand, i drank it all already.

Waiting room at the airport is the best place to observe...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 09:50:54 +0700

Waiting room at the airport is the best place to observe people’s behaviour.

What will you do if all you can do is waiting, while you might be in hurry to be home, meet the loves one, or simply because a cup of coffee is waiting solely?

What is life without love?

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 12:48:05 +0700

What is life without love?

My daily mood booster.

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 05:57:14 +0700

My daily mood booster.

It was rainning hard outside. And we stucked at the cafe deli...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:55:27 +0700

It was rainning hard outside. And we stucked at the cafe deli after had office ceremonial lunch. While we’re waiting rain to stop, I ordered a cup of coffee mocca.

What is the best served with rain in such of a decent place? For me, it’s a cup of coffee with chocolate. Strong yet sweet.

I expected no more, till the first sips. Its taste reminded me of hot chocolate at Batujimbar Cafe, Sanur. A cup of hot chocolate, a slice of blueberry cheese cake and warm convos. Upon sunset, till the late night.

How small random things could bring back the memories and those sentimental feelings.

Or it was just because of rain.

"Isn’t it sad that no one really falls in love nowadays? It is the rearest, rearest thing - I mean..."

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:08:15 +0700

“Isn’t it sad that no one really falls in love nowadays? It is the rearest, rearest thing - I mean they don’t see each other ideally. They don’t feel that every word is something too wonderful just because the other has spoken it. Then again love means a great many things; and to confine it to romantic love is absurd. I find myself occasionally in love with entire groups of people or even landscapes; I’ve always been like that ever since I can remember.”

- Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 29 July 1918 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Ironic yet true in some parts.

I think, any kind of relationships will be faced to three...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 11:44:46 +0700

I think, any kind of relationships will be faced to three exams : time, distance and the other relationship.

True friends will always stay as they are, no matter how long and how far it takes them to meet, or even just to talk. They will stay as good friends, no matter with whom they fall in love and in relatioship.

Thanks for the books and stort stories, PA. Books never fail me. And yes, I also miss the day we talked over cups of coffee, or bottles of beer, while upcoming beautiful sunset on the beach.

Some things stay the same, while the other things left behind and transform into something called...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:23:52 +0700

Some things stay the same, while the other things left behind and transform into something called memory.

Home this morning. These kids just turned the house into crashed...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 08:08:23 +0700

Home this morning. These kids just turned the house into crashed ship.