Tuesday, April 26, 2011

What’s Up??

Long time no see, I haven’t post a new post in this few weeks…
I’m confused about what should I write in my new post
Even I can’t figure out when I was writing this post in Microsoft Word while listen to Justin Bieber’s ‘Eenie Meenie’
You know what?? I’m interested in piano
I know I’m learning guitar and drum but still I want to try piano
I’m not really good in guitar because when I try to move on to the next chord I can’t do it properly and it make the melody worse
While drum, I’m not good in reflect
Sometimes I slip with the part that I should hit when I play it
I think piano or keyboard is easier, well I think it’s too soon I say this statement
I wanna try piano or keyboard
Mom told me in the first time ‘learn piano sis, wherever you go there always be piano (example: hotel’s meeting room, ball hall, etc)’
I should listen to her from the beginning… #regrets
Let’s talk about another thing, hm, let’s see…
Several days ago, I learnt about Adobe Photoshop
Well, I’m not really good at it so I’ll start to try it
I start from gradation of a picture (simple thing, hahah)
It’s the basic of Adobe Photoshop
When I already get the point I start to try background
Background isn’t as easy as the gradation…
So I think I should try some more
Anyway, I’m thinking about my Students Council President’s vision and mission
One of it is Friendship Art Performance
In the beginning the students of my school vote for me because of this point
They really hope we held this occasion but it’s already end of April while we’ll have exam on June
Can it be held?? There’s not much time for it…
But I still hoping for empty time that my school can spend for this occasion
About the Sport Friendship Competition, it’ll be held on the 2nd week of June
Everyone’s so excited about it
And a couple of days before it, there’ll be Camp again and the Scout Chamber Members will have the honor to have Camp for twice
It’s really fun but something’s missing…
You can guess it, yea, ‘he’ won’t come with us to the Camp
But I’m still hoping he could join the camp, lol
Huff…I’m run out of topic…
So I guess I will end this post, well, see ya on the next post

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Happy Synthesizer By Megurine Luka & Megpoid

Happy synthesizer I'll play a melody
That will almost reach the inside your chest

Scattered faint one-sided love
It's a funny story, now that I think about
Everything seemed to shine so brightly
Those days are smiling clearly

Do I have to remember only holding back?
"Would you become an adult? you don't have to do that
I didn't know anything, but I couldn't say I didn't know
"It suits you very well" I'm sorry I lied

Happy synthesizer I'll play a melody
That will almost reach inside your chest
Boring "obligation" or all the things you hate
I'll erase them with this sound

There's one small thing
That this useless me can do
Plain words that can make your heart beat
I'll deliver them to you through electronic sounds

Liking someone is not an excuse
We don't need "stubbornness", right?
If you blame it on the era and give up, that's the end
If you don't step forward, nothing starts

"Sorry, it's so late... You were sleeping, right?"
"I'm surprised! I was going to call too"
Like it's about to touch the heart's backside
The happy sound of two attracted people

Happy synthesizer look, things will get better
I'll play a inspirational melody
You don't have to pretend to be strong, okay?
Just be true to yourself

There's one small thing
That this useless me can do
A little shy but a simple mind
I'll deliver it to you through electronic sounds

Happy synthesizer I'll play a melody
That will almost reach the inside your chest
Boring "obligation" or all the things you hate
I'll erase them with this sound

There's one small thing
That this useless me can do
Plain words that can make your heart beat
I'll deliver them to you through electronic sounds

Happy synthesizer look, things will get better
I'll play a inspirational melody
You don't have to pretend to be strong, okay?
Just be true to yourself

There's one small thing
That this useless me can do
A little shy but a simple mind
I'll deliver it to you through electronic sounds

Melodramatic By Megurine Luka

I was shaken inside this rain- My tired smile stuck on my face
I dedicate this last song to you while drowning
The image I drew of you collapses with the seasons
The remains of my feelings only pierce at my heart
I still count those memories that have disappeared as dust
When I noticed, only I am drunk alone
I'm not inside your heart, so as a supporting cast,
I dream of dramatic dreams; At the dry reality, I avert my eyes
I was shaken inside this rain- My tired smile stuck on my face
I dedicate this last song to you while drowning
Inside the basin that shook me, I burned my broken smile
I dedicate this last song from my collapsing self
If I think, then it'll be delivered... Faint hope is flowing
But the hideous jealousy is strongly killing me
Though I was sure I grabbed it, my confidence is soon gone
When I noticed, only I am immersed in the past
In my heart, "you" are not here, so I fell into a deep thought alone
I waited for the dramatic evolution, but everything passed by
I was shaken inside this rain- My tired smile stuck on my face
I dedicate this last song to you while drowning
Inside the basin that shook me, I burned my broken smile
I dedicate this last song to you from my collapsing self

Leia By Megurine Luka

Let me hear your voice; Erase this sinking heart
I'll paint on the canvas of lies
Today again
I feel like I've reached the endless illusion
"What should I call it?" the temperature doesn't change
Before laughter eats away at my insides
I locked in today; the future I think of is grey

Fantasy that I wanted; Deserted lies
If you want, let me hear it

Leia... I embedded the love that overflowed from the heart
Ecstasy that overlapped with your voice is far away
If there's a form, if it's going to be destroyed
I don't need these two eyes; embrace me

Eternity slightly stopped its breath
And left me to go to despair

When the sound of the clock hand stops, the world is going to end
Words that only hope don't have any meaning
Laugh a little more, pray a little more
If you can't hear me, then just kill me

Leia... Let me hear your voice; erase this sinking heart
I'll bury the canvas of lies with you
If there's no way to leave an evidence of you and me
Then burn me and kill me
Leia... Leia...

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Sweet & Bitter

Red ribbon unites us
Sweet love in my tongue
Taste bitter but also sweet
Just like chocolate…

Everything seems brighter than yesterday
A pink orchid blooms
Rose glooming enchantingly
But why clouds are showing its darkness?
Why the mirror won’t show my reflection?

Even though, will he still here?
Breath of mine is the reason why I still here
Will I be okay in this middle field?
Standing on top of valley while staring at the dark sky
Hoping for the sun appears
Tears of my eyes start to wet my cheek
When I close my eyes, I remember your smile

Daisies waiting for shiny sun
Grey clouds in the sky make the distance further
Song in the opera fills the empty air
Chocolate cracks and swallow it

Happiness and sadness that we always share
Becomes a novel and also drama
Happiness as music in love story
While sadness as the war in a swamp

Love sonnet praying for a happy ending
Story of mine and my sweet heart
Feels bitter and sweet…

Long Road

A long road that I walk
Seems will not take me to an end…

By the night I walk, the day I past
It’s an unpredictable life
Why is everything so confusing?

An ending looks so close but when we come closer it turns far
Daisy in the snow
The cold weather tries to fail someone
I’m looking for day…
My soul roars inside me
Entrusted heart in me starts to lie
Won’t somebody come?
Fairy tales and dreams are world of empty things

Story of my life feels so cold without you
Listen to those screams
Crushing heart melodies
Tears of clouds always makes me wet
Mad clown staring at me with sharp eyes
Wild sharp fangs try to attack me
Sword breaks the red rose
The white world turns cruel and dark world

Hoping for the light comes
Make me wants to rip my life story book
I’m still walking in this long road
The life road that I walk seems will not take me to an end that I looking for…

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A Lover's Complaint By William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.

Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands that let not bounty fall
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.

Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet moe letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswathed, and seal'd to curious secrecy.

These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear:
Cried 'O false blood, thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!'
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.

A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh--
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew--
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.

So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught applied
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'Tis promised in the charity of age.

'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied
Love to myself and to no love beside.

'But, woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit--it was to gain my grace--
Of one by nature's outwards so commended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodged and newly deified.

'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.

'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear
Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin
Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to wear:
Yet show'd his visage by that cost more dear;
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
If best were as it was, or best without.

'His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, untidy though they be.
His rudeness so with his authorized youth
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

'Well could he ride, and often men would say
'That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop
he makes!'
And controversy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

'But quickly on this side the verdict went:
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case:
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.

'So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will:

'That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.

'Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them:

'So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.

'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.

'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.

'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbod the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though Reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.'

'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,'
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.

'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo.

''All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.

''Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,
Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.

''Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

''The diamond,--why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold: each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smiled or made some moan.

''Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender;
For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.

''O, then, advance of yours that phraseless hand,
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise;
What me your minister, for you obeys,
Works under you; and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined sums.

''Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
Or sister sanctified, of holiest note;
Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove,
To spend her living in eternal love.

''But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, mastering what not strives,
Playing the place which did no form receive,
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves?
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.

''O, pardon me, in that my boast is true:
The accident which brought me to her eye
Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the caged cloister fly:
Religious love put out Religion's eye:
Not to be tempted, would she be immured,
And now, to tempt, all liberty procured.

''How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.

''My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,
Believed her eyes when they to assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place:
O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.

''When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
How coldly those impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,
'gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.

''Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine;
And supplicant their sighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.'

'This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
Whose sights till then were levell'd on my face;
Each cheek a river running from a fount
With brinish current downward flow'd apace:
O, how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses
That flame through water which their hue encloses.

'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.

'For, lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
Even there resolved my reason into tears;
There my white stole of chastity I daff'd,
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting; though our drops this difference bore,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.

'In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
To blush at speeches rank to weep at woes,
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows.

'That not a heart which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim:
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity.

'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;
That th' unexperient gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubin above them hover'd.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?
Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake.

'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid!'

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Someone That Hurts 'Him'

Listen guys, if you are falling in love with someone and he/she give a good respond to it, you are happy right??
But imagine that someone who give the respond did that for no reason!
It happened to 'him'...
When we were 7th grader students 'he' actually fell in love with (let's disguise her name) Liar
'He' loved Liar and it seemed that Liar loved 'him' too
On Liar's birthday, 'he' gave Liar a present
But the most cruel think is Liar throw the present to the trash and 'he' knew about it
'He' was broken heart because of Liar
Notes : Liar have so many fans, every boy that falling in love with him always get good responds from Liar until NOW
But today, Liar sent 'him' a message
She said that she is sorry about that problem
HELLO~?? ask for forgiveness just now?!
Where have you BEEN?!!
'He' told me about it this afternoon and he is confusing for what should he do next
I told 'him' to forgive Liar, at least there's a second chance for Liar to fix up with 'him'
'He' also told me to text Liar the words that he sent to me
I really did what 'he' told but no answers until 6 PM
But at 5 PM 'he' said that Liar text 'him' and said that she is afraid of my last text but actually, it wasn't my words, it's 'him'
At 7 PM, Liar sent me a message she pretended like she doesn't know anything
"what's the problem?" the text said
"someone is angry with you," I replied
"whom??" she answered
"just flashback your memories, you'll find it," I replied
"who is it??" she answered
"won't give you an answer," I replied
"be honest," she said
"won't tell you," I replied
Well, that's your own mistake
What the hell she is looking for?! Giving good responds to each person who falling in love with her but in the end crush their hearts!! WHAT A PITY!!
I don't like Liar even she is a friend of mine