Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Lingo Wacko

All is fair in love and war.
Unfortunately, I don't wage war for love. I wage war for pride, dignity, and respect. This is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth. This is my mind's trancendent phase in search of his very existence. Innuendos are acts of fist I don't bare to mingle with. The results of such attacks uses far too mush resource to drill their way out of consciousness.

Alpha is the first letter of the Greek alphabet.
People on the phone put it out aloud to minimize any communication misunderstanding to state the letter 'A'. It is also what they call animals whom roam the fiercest jungle with the most preys and come out unharmed. On the same subject, it also represents alienation when that particular status is not validated periodically. Through hook or crook that is. Today, the only thing that matters is who puts the food (or gold bars) on the table.

What you don't know cannot hurt you. Ignorance keeps us blinded from the bitter reality surrounding us. But, I'm a pragmatist. A confrontational one. I put more faith on what doesn't kills you makes you stronger. Stand your ground, show perseverance, confide on the foundations you were taught and learned first hand. In the end, we'll all develop a new immune system against history's worst diseases.

Friday, February 16, 2007

This Is a Low

I'm grinding the out-group and staging a coup against their versatility. My wonderful (overbloated) ego thought that everything will go as planned. Pursue the top-notch military generals, encourage the overly ambitious politicians with scents of powerful posts, and push social movement amongst the student with revolutionary rhetoric from a respected figure (who is under your paycheck of course). Textbook-speaking the formula will assist goals with precision and speed, unfortunately I miss the last lecture on the practical weaknesses of the theory. The main assumption of universality has been rejected again, it's time to put cultural diversity into account now.

People have bad tendency to assume the unknown. They interject those speculations inside their cognition make heuristic problem-solving manuals then blurt it using the most complex communication medium, language (read: words). I forgive them, because what does'nt kill you makes you stronger. But I'm not resting my weapon down yet. Infilltrating your weakest arms warehouse I will. And I'll point your own gun straight towards your big head. Trust me, vengence is one of my stronger traits. Although, a close friend asked me to choose a much more viable option: say goodnight and go with a full smile on my face. Yes, keep them guessing and they'll breathe in thin air. Don't give them slight discomfort nor rage frequency because responding in extreems only sow more seeds to the rumour mill.

I love this city. It's totally like the ultimate functional marriage. You don't know when you would come home fired from work to be greeted with warmth and love from your family or you would come home after a great promotion only to find your teenage daugther got pregnant after drinking ruffies . The big village, where traditional Eastern upbringing contradicts recent Western internalization. Let's play along this never ending game. Peace.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

One Line = Rp. 550.000

The Garden of Eden was heaven before Adam picked up and ate the forbidden fruit. It still is heaven in this beloved metropolitan space of ours. Cutting down the six degrees of separation into three degrees. Identity together with image is much more established. None of the prove yourself by either (a) making the formidable impression in the first 3 seconds of contact or (b) basking in pride by hidding behind well-sculptured masks. The villagers trapped in the city are more welcoming and tolerate deviant behavior, erm, although the shadowing whispers of wannabe entertainment reporters is unavoidable. Luckily, we won't have to be afraid since the balance of power can be immediately restored through invisible loyal army we slowly built all these years through hardship and out of order euphorias. None of them are gurkhas . Mine has loyalty to their nation not to some scheme based on short term investment returns.

Limited interactions but heavy effort through systematic assessment made me realized I have the potential. At least the spread of high expectations from newly met outer circles confirmed that narcisistic admission. Put me on the shelf with the trophies. However, I'll be spotted out by the new open wounds and recently healed scars. Competitive people recognize those flaws. They'll take advantage and it's your sole duty to polish and shine the metal. A primary condition is to make it numero uno prize for a prestigious tournament. Then it'll glow by itself.

Attempts to juggle multiple balls in multitudes of theatrical fashion has been creeping in again. I'm starting to feel its less of a habit than a trait. A deeply enclosed way of life that been finding its way out of the system for the past 1 and a half years. This time the balls are unique. One has the way through the cognitive part of the brain, the other more so on the visual enchancement. The former can choose to crush motives and play it by ear, the latter chooses to play hardball but with a slacking goalie. You can dominate both of them, except the first has previously built a good raport and has negotiate more openly. The second is still whimsical but it's just another case of defence mechanism namely the fight for pride inside their own self. I'm a lucky clown since I got one rubber ball there's a 50 % chance of everything not breaking down.

Life's a jungle. Currently, I love lions for their scavenging nature. They seem the bravest and most elegant creatures on the top of the food chain. But being the more low-profile Lesser Mousedeer can get you to higher grounds and cut losses. Remember, I'm much more open to options nowadays.