May 2012
3 posts
Religion. Politics. Pancasila. Ignorance.
Today I read an interesting article online. Reading it fuelled a fire already burning within me on a topic that gets me perfectly agitated. Many say that Religion is an issue that is highly sensitive for most people, and is therefore one that should be avoided. Now, when you add Politics into the fire, you pretty much know you’re going to get burned, and no one gets out of that looking pretty.
I...
Indonesia is NO model for Muslim Democracy →
out-pour on this article to follow..
Crazy Amour (formerly 'Truc De Fou')
Crazy amour.
School for clowns.
Old lovers. How times have changed.
A bridge. Stars. A biting cold. And your body to keep me warm.
We consume dialogues of love, culture, family, school, rascals, food, work, and plenty of other things we had never uttered to eachother.
Your eyes, brown and mysterious. Mine, hazel, and afraid to melt under your charms. What a tricky bastard! Whatever! I tell...
March 2012
4 posts
Speechless. Faith. Purgatory. 18/03/12
I don’t know why,
But it’s your face i see.
On my knees.
Clasped hands.
You give me strength.
However hard i try,
To banish you from my thoughts.
You’re ever-present.
Ubiquitous love.
Forbidden but sweet light.
You brighten those shadows.
You make light those burdens.
You live in His name.
He watches over us,
A love without freedom,
But pure all the same.
...
Immigrant 01/02/12
Complaining that the world is conspiring against you,
When you are the only one to blame.
Self-indulgence and a lack of prioritises.
Burden upon burden,
physical, spiritual, emotional, mental.
The only solution is for us to turn to stone.
Brick laid neatly, terracotta order,
We’ll let you piss all over us.
The destitute walls of inner city estates.
Homes to thugs, cockroaches, crack...
The Stream of My Stomach's Conscience
A thought had formed in my mind.
Initially it was purple and fragrant.
A stick of fluffy lavender dancing in the summer breeze.
And then a zebra bumblebee,
going from stick to lilypad,
a hybrid process of pollination, breeding frogs of the Orient.
Sliced and diced, laced with cayenne pepper,
shallow-fried in sesame oil and forgotten dreams.
The crunch of its cartilidge, against ivory...
December 2011
10 posts
The Help and Indonesia's Pembantu Culture.
A few days ago I watched The Help. I’ve heard a lot of (good) buzz surrounding this film for a few months now, and I’m not at all surprised. I found it heart-warming. I was enthralled by a lot of the characters, particularly ‘the help’ themselves and couldn’t help but feel disgusted at most of the upper class white families employing them.
Slavery, imperialism, the colonies, and racism have...
“To my dearest Modus Anomali”
I think I have found my love.
It strangled me within an inch of regurgitation.
It’s grip on my soul was as strong as those phalanges woven around my neck.
It seeped down my thighs; molten magma
Of dark honey red soy perfumed with Arabica.
In the throngs of its insidious fervour,
It released me.
A burning passion engulfed my being,
A passion I had thought frozen under years of neglect and...
Modus Anomali
I still find myself rather timid. I had hoped to be writing a lot more since I started this, yet I’m trying out something new, it’s called; not having a rather annoying opinion about most things I encounter in this life.
One thing I would like to comment on; is so far, the most exciting project of my ‘career’.
A few weeks ago, I completed my first feature film (gush, giggle, slight halo of...
Lifelike Pictures Garden 12/11/11
Searching for an ounce of self-worth,
Some indication of electric life in darkness.
Salty water on burnt tongues,
Bitter. Oh very bitter!
And then, a reassuring choir;
“You are not alone in this!”
Where is my omnipotent shadow?
Father to the lost, the strange, the abandoned.
Tropical humid stagnation, yet swept away.
A playful wind brings Love and destruction,
Brings...
LOST
Now that I’ve finally made this blog, I am instantly lost as to what I’m supposed to do with it.
I had this elaborate plan to write, and pretend that I had interesting things to share with this world, or with myself, yet I suddenly feel rather shy. And hungry.
So, I think I’m going to test out some of these features, or try to upload something; a photo of what I wish was my...
Zero
After much confusion, I think I may know what I’m doing..*hesitation*
Actually, I have no farking idea what I’m doing..in blogging or in life..
Oh well..
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