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| Husein Sastranegara International Airport Bandung, 30 September 2012 |
In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are at its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of people be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved integrity. Do not lose your knowledge that our proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it’s yours. (Ayn Rand)
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At one moment in your life, you might be so broken that you would start thinking “How could I survive this far?”. I mean, it’s not like you’ve never had a broken heart before. You’ve loved and lost. You’ve had your heart and feeling bruised and battered. You’ve fought some wars. But now there’s this scar, an enormous scar that doesn’t seem to be able to heal as easy as the other scars before.
Someone built you up so high, only to let you come crushing to the ground. He picked up the pieces of you, only to throw them back all together.
And you can’t stand this city anymore. Because in every street, every building, every place, you can smell his perfume. Every song you listene to reminds you of his smile & his laughter. Wherever you go, you’d hope that he happened to be there too (either by pure coincidence or because you read each other’s check-ins on Foursquare). You read between the lines in his newest blog post, you watch his Twitter’s timeline; looking for a sign if he’s still thinking of you the same way you think of him.
All you want is for him to come and knock on your door. Once again.
But things are complicated. Things have been said and done. You want to be mad, but not sure at whom. In the end, you only hate yourself even more than before. All your friends (bless them!) keep telling you to watch the warning sign, but you’re just too dumb stubborn to listen.
You keep believing in someday.
So tell me now, how could I survive this far?
Because I don’t think I’ll survive this one.
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Last week we were assigned to read Rip Van Winkle in the form of a ballad as well as a drama script for the Exploring Drama class. I hadn’t heard the story before, so it was the very first time I read it. All Americans (and probably the rest of the world) already know the story because it is considered as a classic in the US; but if you don’t know what the story is about, here’s a tidbit of it:
Rip Van Winkle is a story about the title character who goes up to the mountain to run away from his nagging wife. There he meets a group of ship crew who are playing ninepins. He drinks their gin and then falls asleep, only to wake up twenty years later, when the revolutionary has came and passed.
Basically, the story is about a man who falls asleep. This is what’s been happening to me too lately: fall asleep. I fall asleep easily. This morning, I woke up at 5.30, took a bath, prepared my clothes for today, and then I fell asleep in my bed. I had to cancel an appointment this morning because of that. And tonight, just as soon as I came home, I fell asleep again. Luckily, I was still able to wake up just before midnight to do an assignment for tomorrow.
What is happening to me?
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| McDonald’s Istana Plaza, 15 September 2012 |