Harley Quinn

That emptiness inside is where the story begins.
Like that hollowness inside the guitar... that same place where music is processed, and where the strings find their purpose.

And I cannot blame you for falling so badly, truly, madly, deeply in love. It is not my place to judge your weakness for I was never aware of the strength that it gives you. My feet does not fit in your shoes, hence, I don't know what you're going through, all I know is that... the hell! to whoever judges you.

Building smiles out of frowning faces, building strength out of weaknesses, building walls out of fallen debris.
What was your mistake?
If falling is wrong, then curse be to everyone... for who hasn't fallen yet... ever?

And which one is harder... to live for love or to die for it?
To breath each moment of pain or to die and end it all in vain?

You who know how to take the risk should have earned a spot in the universe of vast forgotten.

And because of enlightenment, I wrote this post for you.

Bright Morning /Dark Evening

Righteous is different from good.

Righteous is a man of virtues
While good man is inspired.

Righteous is a man who live by the rules implemented by religion
While good man lives by his own conscience.

A Righteous man lives by his reputation
While a good man lives by his own integrity.

And there's a big difference between reputation and integrity.
Reputation is an opinion
While integrity is what you are.

So never define a man's heart by his acts of righteousness (he might just doing it for his reputation).

A man's heart is defined by his good means.

Brisbane

Take me back to Brisbane
Where once this young heart fell
Let the Brisbane waters take away this pain
Breath again the love's conquering spell.

Take me home to Brisbane
Where my story was once told
Beautiful pain all over again
Sweet music to my soul growing old

Take me back home to Brisbane
Drown my pain with strong coffee
My beautiful, beautiful Brisbane
My heart belongs to thee.

WeAk

You think I'm weak...
I think you're wrong.

Its not that I'm too weak to fight for what I want, it's just that I know that it's wrong to fight for it.

Let alone those people who use "YOLO (You only live once)" as an excuse for themselves to do something wrong.

I'm not weak to fight, it's just that I'm in a wrong battle and I cannot stand to stand up for something wrong.

I'm strong enough to bend even to break for what I believe is right and for doing what is right.


And it is not an act of weakness nor cowardice to bleed, to bend, to break or even to turn your back when you're on the verge of doing something not just stupid but definitely wrong.

I believe in YOLO but I also believe that when you're in dilemma of choosing between what makes you happy and what is right, choose what is Right... for you will never be genuinely happy when you're not in peace. When you know that at the back of your mind, your happiness caused someone else's pain.


...when you love wrong, it doesn't mean that love is gone. For no one wrote this book of love that we always knew. But even though love is real, if it's wrong, then for Christ's sake! stop it. Loving is not owning. Don't be so selfish to covet someone else's love just to be happy. Your love does not become less when you don't own it, and neither it is greater when you have it.

P.s. Never use YOLO to justify your wrong actions.
I do believe that we only live once and that we learn from our mistakes, but I also believe that we should learn from other's mistakes as well.
We are NOT meant to live to make all the mistakes this world has to offer just to learn, because if we do, our lifetime won't be enough to make all those mistakes and we'll just die without doing anything right. And that is sad.
You only live once, but if you live it right, then once is enough.

Lyrics of an unfinished song I'm still writing...
Trying... but still undone.

You've fallen asleep
while I'm falling apart
Let me land in your arms
Let me stay in your heart

This road we've taken
If it's a dead end let's still try
Who knows we might come out alive
And if not, at least we're together.

Manila Sky

Do you remember underneath Manila sky,
We held each other's hand as we watch the sun goes by,
I'm hearing your heartbeat so fast - or was it mine?
Yellow - orange sky turned black in time.

Every time you're scared, we entwine our fingers.
Count one to three before we jump on the edge while fear lingers.
We'd laugh as if every second is savored.
Underneath Manila sky, mixing yellow - orange flavor.

Underneath Manila sky, I felt your fingers slipping.
You walked out of the scene even before the moon starts beaming,
I jump alone on that creek without you, am fallen badly to you.
Now I'm drowning in these oceans of emotions so blue.

Underneath yellow - orange Manila sky...
Turning black, my Manila sky.

Poor and Beautiful

 

Would you exchange seats with me, you poor and beautiful.
It's cold and raining outside
But you look at the window and see the view so beautiful.
This life is not perfect.
This world is not perfect.
You are poor but damn so beautiful.
And if only the world knew what real riches are,
Then you won't be poor - but only so damn beautiful.
But even red and green becomes black and white in the eyes of the beholder.
In this world where gray is not just in between but everywhere,
Then fill my world with colours
Only you could paint.
For you are a portrait of a thousand sunsets on a dirty canvas - poor and beautiful.
Mixed up to complete the puzzle,
Detached yourself and collide with me.
For destiny is different from love, but the conspiring universe bind them together... and it is you!
Let alone the deaf to hear for I would still hear your beating heart in the midst of silence and noise and whatever is in between.
Let alone the blind to see for I will still know you in the dark.
I'll sit with you and paint rainbows on a black night
That only you and I could see.
For if this world is rich then let them be.
Sail on yacht, build their universe.
We'll draw our galaxy on sands again and again, let alone the waves wash it over to the sea.
For I won't get tired creating dreams and make them all come true and make them all over again with you if ever they knock down.
For in our bruises and wounds,
I can see a light shining through.
Like rays of sun trying to break through the cuts of the clouds, it's a masterpiece that I'm mesmerized at.
For my eyes are all set before you and I can't take them off.
For poor me so damn in love to a beautiful YOU.

Bourne Again (The New WebB in David's Life)

The long wait is over. And yes, I have seen it already on it's premiere since I'm a huge fan since it came out way back 2002, finally He is back (YOU KNOW HIS NAME) and it looks like the webs in David's life is more complicated than not remembering it at all.
And the moves and the punches are so damn cool. I mean, he's the coolest CIA (Rouge) agent, (no offense to 007) but Bourne is damn cool.

Though it's kinda sad that Nicky died but then again, someone has to die - right?!

But as a Bourne fan, it feels good that Matt Damon is back (again, no offense to Jeremy ).

Let's admit it, Jason Bourne is Jason Bourne. Forget the LEGACY where he is not around.

All thumbs up for this movie.

Bourne is so damn cool!
(Did I say that already? Haha!!!)

The Sacrifice of Bing Bong

The night is young and blue
And I'm counting all the stars in heaven
But it took me endless nights...
And yes, I'm still counting.
And in my lone space
Dark and endless gray
Wishing you could sit beside me
Here in the dark till I find the bright side.

For in the innocence of trusting,
I've trusted enough to bleed.
For love is only for the strong.
Love is only for the brave.
Mixed with luck.
The lucky ones who were never really strong nor brave.
Like that Knight in shining armour
Who never had his metal tested...
The lucky ones... yes, the lucky ones.

And there are those who - for all the right things that they have done in their lives... never had that luck.
Those who dared to save souls even if it cost them their own souls.
Those who sacrificed for love
Just to be forgotten by that love.
That love that they had given their all is the same love that cannot remember their name.
Stolen... forgotten memory of great love.
Turned to ashes... to dusts.

No one remembers... not even love.

And tell me when it is right to hold on?
When it is right to let go?
For when I think of how to do it
I try to determine the situation...
If it's a rocky road I'm trudging or if it's a roller coaster I'm riding.
I mean, I guess, if love is trudging a rocky road, then I must hold on, for this journey might find a way to paradise... it is just for a while... so I'll keep on walking on that rocky road till I find my destination beyond that bend.

But if it's a roller coaster...
Would you rather end it?
If it will take you nowhere...
If it is just an endless circles of ups and downs and it will always end to where you have started.
But then again... sometimes, even if it's a roller coaster, we tend to hold on.
Even if it just goes back from where it all started...
Because once in a million of whiles... there is that someone who will give you that kind of ride and your world will just start and end and start again with that same person... but it always worth the ride...
Oh! Well, it's love after all.

When to hold on?
When to let go?
Like if it's a broken crayon, you could hold on to it for it still colour the same.
But if it's a broken mirror, sure it could still reflect your face but if you hold it, it will just cut you... wound you... BLEED!

But for all the reasons in the world, some still hold on to it with bleeding hands for who knows, that piece of broken mirror that hurts you would still be the same piece of broken mirror that is your only possession... the only thing to hold on to.
Your only treasure...
Tell me, how can you let it go?

For what is good for the shepherd might not be good for the flock.

And I'm still trudging this lone sad road.
Still don't have a clue if it's just a rocky road I'm passing by or is it a roller coaster ride that will end in the beginning?

And all I have is this small backpack where I carry almost... or maybe all of my life in it.
It's so small... it's priceless - cause it don't cost a thing.
So costless I could just leave it here.
But I can't.
Because it is all that I have.
Not much of a treasure but it's all I've got to offer...
To give... to YOU.
To sacrifice... for YOU.

AND IT'S CALLED LOVE.