May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living. - E.E Cummings
Monday, April 28, 2014
Dream For Nightmare
© Shianne
Shattered lie you can't redeem
A wish upon a twisted heart
Diamond lie that ripped apart
Shards of truth a pane of glass
A broken dream that came to pass
A teardrop fallen in the rain
An unseen symbol of your pain
A silver thread upon the ground
Of lost hopes that couldn't be found
A web of lies and deceit
Twisted from each defeat
Bound by hatred from a flame
Burning bright, turning the blame
Blood red tears that fall right through
Showing all that wasn't true
A dream twisted to the end
A lie to truth from which you bend
A cold hatred from above
Back to silence shattered by love
A dreaming wish fallen from a heart
As each lie rips it apart
A teardrop falls from each eye
A wish that came in the form of a lie
Hopes that shattered upon the floor
Lies that were hidden behind a door
A dreaming eye that went unseen
Reliving everything had it been
A wish each year to have it sell
Your secrets that you can not tell
Hidden by all yet free to see
Each truth, lie, dream and wish as they be
To turn them back, a nightmare made
Losing battles, memories fade
And hopes and dreams are sold away
A lie born into a day
A reality turned back on you
From a truth they never knew
Careful all, for you will see
That secrets and dreams aren't safe to be
They take your dream, twist it around
Shatter the memories upon the ground
Whisked away by just one scream
They give you back your twisted dream
But when they do, this I tell
Your dream in exchange for a nightmare is what you sell
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Saturday, April 26, 2014
Before Sunrise
― Julie Delpy, Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
- You know what drives me crazy? It's all these people talking about how great technology is, and how it saves all this time. But, what good is saved time, if nobody uses it? If it just turns into more busy work. You never hear somebody say, 'With the time I've saved by using my word processor, I'm gonna go to a Zen monastery and hang out'. I mean, you never hear that. -Jesse.
- When you talked earlier about after a few years how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms-I think it would be the opposite for me. I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone-the way he's going to part his hair, which shirt he's going to wear that day, knowing the exact story he'd tell in a given situation. I'm sure that's when I know I'm really in love. -Celine.
Céline: Uh, okay. I hate being told by a strange man, a strange man in the street, you know, like, to smile, like, to make them feel better about their boring life, um, what else? I hate, I hate that three hundred kilometers from here there's a war going on, you know, people are dying, and nobody knows what to do about it, or they don't give a shit, I don't know. I hate that the media, you know, they are trying to control our minds.
Jesse: The media?
Céline: Yeah, the media. You know it‘s very subtle, but you know, it‘s a new form of fascism. (Jesse takes that in.) Um, I hate, I hate when I am in foreign countries, especially in America, they are the worst. Each time I wear black, or like, lose my temper, or say anything about anything, they always go 'oh, it‘s so french, it‘s so cute.' (She mimics vomiting.) I hate that. I can't stand that, really.
- OK, well this was my thought: 50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there's, like, two million people on the planet. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? 'Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth's time. You know, so at best we're like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking... I mean, is that why we're so scattered? You know, is that why we're all so specialized?
Friday, April 25, 2014
The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Lagi
Monday, April 21, 2014
Area Lama.
Perkenalan.
Kenalin gue Nona, kependekannya dari Atrasina Winona Rahendro.
Pertama-tama gue mau ngasih peringatan buat kalian, readers~ kalo misalkan gue nulis pake bhs inggris dan grammar gue ancur, maafin yak?
- 'Yes' keep reading.
- 'No' close this tab.
Lahir hari Jumat, 30 Agustus 1996 jadi sekarang udah 17 tahun.
Tapi tahun ini mau 18 tahun, but still gue ngerasa kayak kecepetan banget dengan gue yang masih kayak gini.
Banyak orang bilang gue itu...
- Galak
- Jutek
- Pemarah
Itu sih yg paling sering keluar dr mulut manusia yang kenal sama gue atau tau gue.
Gak proud sih dibilang gitu, konotasinya negative bgt ya? Emang.
Yaudah, masih mau kenalan gak?
"Kenapa sih non ada Hippogriff -Hippogriff an di bio lo lah, di apa lah?"
Oke, gue jelasin..
Jadi gatau kenapa gue ngerasa mirip sama Hippogriff.
Menurut Wikipedia, Hippogriff itu...
"Hippogriff adalah bangsa makhluk legendaris sejenis Griffin, yang dilukiskan berwujud setengah burung rajawali setengah kuda. Kepala dan badan depannya menyerupai rajawali sedangkan tubuh bagian belakangnya berupa kuda. Menurut legenda, Hippogriff merupakan makhluk hasil perkawinan antara kuda dengan Griffin.






