Silent Space

•August 20, 2010 • Leave a Comment

How long i’ve been neglecting this page. a year has passed. i’ve been missing my blogging buddy so much. Where are those people? I have no single idea. Because this is where we are once made to be connected and bounded to each other—the place where you don’t see but you read, you don’t listen but you totally aware.

Time change, people change.
From a high school student to yet another college student, an acoustic-ear to the electro-gear, classic words to fancy terms. depression-oriented naive little girl, no more. Yet i am nobody. Just another one like you who would like to share and to be heard. Another being who finally realized a happiness is not to be found but created, to spread love but not to expect the same amount back. Life has never change, still a phase of learning.

I still hold to my fondness of digging out old works. wrote it like, more than half a year ago. sharing it to every beloved buddy out there. That definitely includes you.

Staggering Ego

Sometimes words is never enough
to asure how You and I should be.
for this heart has already frown
beneath all those gloomy days.

Tell me, how can one give in
while the throbbing pain still exist,
when contradiction seems unbearable.
How does one know
whether it’s a lie or truth,
whether to let go or to stay?

I’m having this fear now,
that what we used to be,
what we already have now
would suddenly vanished.

I can’t help to make things clear
for what I’ve seen all this time
reminds me of the dreadful past,
the one that still bleeding inside.

So how does one know
when to let the heart wins,
when to say that single ‘yes’
How can one decide
If the only right thing
the only ensurement needed
comes from his words.

Tell me.

The Vacuous day

The only reason why I hate completing my essays is because I spend my time writing about it, not you.

You are highly welcome

Soon enough curiosity will brings you here,
where heart speaks louder than what it shows.
Clues will bring you to the right place, at last
This is the sign you’ve been looking for,
the only place you can find me when I’m nowhere around
the only reason I don’t text you rightaway
the only answer for all doubts you laced.
This will be your first trip, and this might takes forever,
it depends on how long you wish to stay.
I don’t care if everyone who reads might get it. they just don’t.
I don’t care if letting you know means hurting my ego.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
It doesn’t matter if I can no longer controls everything.
Since what I want and what I deserve will never be the same.
and what I really want is just to have you in my entire life
Because I need you.
You are needed here as you’ve always been my source of comfort
and these words, this feeling, is true to me.
because my mind, my heart constantly calls for you.

There is no one.

•July 15, 2009 • 1 Comment

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Classic Colours, bye.

•July 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

After I’ve done this one, I don’t think I’ll continue the next page of maruman papers.
I’m bored with transparant colours, enough of washing and washing the lines.
Therefore, I’ve had a new journal-drawing book to start another drawing concept.
this time I pick waterproof pen and ink only to apply on it.
so black and white it’ll be.
I don’t think I’ll ever settle down in this. *teehee*

Blah #2.

•June 27, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I write quite lot. By quite i means in blog, journals, memo, and sometimes in my drawings. I insist to read and write something each day, so that I can learn to constantly doing same certain things and applies that in drawings.

If you ask me how I love doing art, oh I love it like how you love your cats. but if you ask if I am a daily painter, ugh, I hesitate to say that I can only make maximum 3 artworks in a month. Maybe I am one of those people who just can’t get myself in the working place and in front of that blank papers. It’s like I’m riding my own life on feelings and inspirations, I only draws when I feel like I want to.

So when I am not working with brushes, I get back here, reading by ipaper and writing my journals.
’cause that’s what I need now, consistency.

New Divide (song)

•June 20, 2009 • Leave a Comment

This is Linkin Park new single as the theme song for the upcoming movie, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
The music video was filmed on the set and the result is awesome. absolutely, the best video of Linkin Park ever.
Also can’t wait until 26 June to watch the movie. Shia Labeouf and of course, Megan Fox.

End.

•June 19, 2009 • 2 Comments

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I’ve tried to let go, I did, with my full effort.
I changes direction everytime your presence is near, pretend not to react excessively by your calls, avoid meeting ur glance in every chance we met.
Not long after that, you ruined it all (again)—I don’t get what’s in your mind, longing around then escape.You came, convinced me with your so-called promises. You gave me hopes, and the worst part–oh dear, I lived on it.

Now I am letting go, again. seriously.
’cause I realized that you’ve never wanted to stay. and maybe you never meant your words.
But I do. When I say I leave, I leave.
’cause I can fight in this battlefield no more, I’ve out of strength to endure, I’ve none of this anti-heartache potion left.
They know I’ve always repeat the same cycle–forward backward and so on. I myself have grown bored of writing this same person in the same situation,which is painful to keep going on.
So this is the last. and when I said so, again, I mean it.

Falling Slowly (song)

•June 10, 2009 • 5 Comments

Featured with video clip of Twilight scenes.
I especially adore the song but this video make it so much better.
very, very touching.

Falling Slowly

I don’t know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along

A New Phase.

•June 9, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’ve never expect something truly beautiful to happened before.
Now that it is becoming real, I wonder why I had.
You make my days, which was in the worst statement back there.
You bring back smiles to my face, which is sincere this time.

Love is wanting to be your happiness – just as you have been mine. Love is wanting to spend my lifetime with you – going through messy arguments, making up, breaking-up, but falling into each other’s arms once again in the end. I want the kind of love that will allow me to reach the limits of my dreams, but will keep me grounded at the same time; where I can feel good about myself knowing that even after every failure, I’d still have you. I need someone to tell me how horrible I look in the mornings, or how I can’t cook at all no matter how I try – someone who’s willing enough to see me for my imperfections but love me anyway. I don’t need a perfect love. For as long as I am able to hold you, see you, and feel you. For as long as I know you are real. That’s the kind of love I want. -iris

Know your enemy.

•June 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Greenday. Greenday. Greenday.
Billie Joe rocks.!

Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
so rally up the demons of your soul

Do you know the enemy
Do you know your enemy
well gotta know the enemy, Right.

Insurgency will rise,
When the blood’s been sacrificed
We’ll be blinded by the lights in your eyes.

Blah #1.

•June 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I can hear screams—need a few seconds for me to realized that it’s me screaming—right inside my head.
It echoes out to every direction, bouncing back, and hit me like a big horrifying wave.
An outstanding wave of  thoughts.
I always lose in its every first collision, ended up sinking below the surface.
I’ve asked myself hundreds times in any chance I could breathe before drowning too deep, asked the same question that seems like nothing essential anymore than just to bore myself again and often.

“Could other people feel its echoes or is it just me? Can they consume my sound and eventually drag me out?” 

There’s never an answer.

Yeah, all this time I act good, talk nice, write in a proper way—in my perspective of what is called as good and nice and proper. But now at least let me to break all my rules. Now, just once. No, maybe twice. more.
This second you read this, you know I’m talking craps.
Hey, don’t give me that face.
Life is not easy to live at all when you have to endure the pain and keep it all by yourself.

You might not want to continue reading, well, too late. *exhale*

I rarely drop by here recent days back there, but from now on I will, I mean, hopefully I will.
I wish I can make things better, not screwed it up again.
I wish to know how to turn-off this radio head, if there is really a switch.
I want an answer.

 
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