Secretly spreading whispers.

Colors are just bias
They will never be there forever.

Or are they?

*looking at the beauty of the rainVow*
~ G ~

I’m at Minangkabau International airport right now, waiting to board to go back to Jakarta. Starting days of routine as I usually waste my age to, as you all do as well… *sighs*

Been going to Bandung, Bali and Padang for the past year, I think this is the end of my fun adventure trip, at least for this year. My pregnancy is getting bigger and riskier now that it doesn’t allow me to have a far trip anymore. I should put my pregnancy as top priority now and no excuse for that.I haven’t seen my obstetrician again while my pregnancy is now passing the week 9. My nausea is still killing me (as usual) and I’m suffering a food disorder now. Not because I do diet (and I must not do that while being pregnant), but because suddenly I loathe all scents of food and dislike lots of food, which is not something I used to do. Being pregnant definitely ruins all my daily activities and routines. In Bali, I couldn’t do parasailing and bungee jumping while those two things are in my top to-do-list-in-life. In Padang I couldn’t enjoy having culinary hunting because of this sudden dislike-ness.

If I don’t keep reminding myself that this is all worth it, I would call this as a heavy disaster! I never can imagine how a pregnant woman feel during their pregnancy, even after hearing some of my mommy-friends’ stories about facing their pregnancy stages for more than 9 months. And now, being pregnant for two months has giving me so much things to learn and consider. The one hardest fact to face is this: that I am now officially bound. Neither a relationship nor a marriage could bind me from being me, literally… But a pregnancy could bind you in an absolute way. No escape, no compromise… I am now officially bound, everyone. This lil thing inside my embryo has succeeded in making me pulling over anything aside and put this thing in front all of ‘em.

And this is not my whining heart tale. At first, I thought I was gonna be so. But a miracle (let’s say so) happened, I never complain anything because of it. I am happy… hmm, nauseously happy actually (heheh..). I’m this close to officially announce about my life being perfect. I can wait, I will wait… 7 months ahead should be something not so hard for a hard-head like me (lol). Plus, everyone around me now loves me even more than before. My husband, parents, parents in law, brothers, sisters in law, friends (true ones as always), and cousins and even my lil niece and nephew.

I should learn from this new experience. I should take all good things behind, beyond and underneath it. Being bound is not always bad, because to be bound with someone / something you’re in love with – even when you haven’t seen her / him before – is not something bad at all. I’m falling love with this new thing inside me, though we never seen each other, but I know that – somehow – this baby-to-be loves me too. I wish…

And so the miracle is still going.

~ G ~

Saturday, Sept 26th

14:30 – Lounge

Minangkabau International Airport

I’m doing flashback in Myspace now. Opening people’s Myspaces, from friends to foes, reading their comments and blogs. Until I got stuck in one interested (should admit that) entry, titled, “Kamu cantik, kenapa mengangkang?”

Hahahaha, really.. I’m shaking reading this one entry. Back then, I was shaking for the sake of anger and angsty for knowing someone talking shit about me like she knows me the deepest (sorry my dear, maybe deep down inside, you really want to be someone that special in my life… keep dreaming on, perhaps one day you will… if we meet in hell.. perhaps).

But now I’m still shaking when reading this.. shaking for the sake of fun-time. lol… yeah, I’m reading a journal about me in a extremely negative way with laughter. Well, at least behind those pimped-out boobs, she got writing talents (khas pelipiran).

Please take a look at this photo, I’m sure you ever saw this one outside my own Myspace. Perhaps you ever saw this one in someone’s blog.

Yeps, a picture of me that she uploaded in her insulting blog (thanks, my dear.. you know I love this pic the most). fyi, she copied the pic without my permission. As she is a journalist (as far as I know), copying someone’s property without permission means a crime. And hmm, let me see… As far as I concern, a crime worth a punishment.

But well, on second thought I don’t have to waste my precious time suing her… As I believe that she already realized her (lots of) mistakes, even if she denies them as hell.. She is receiving the payback, undirectly. Coz to pay someone back, you don’t have to get your hand dirt, coz Karma does exist (right sist?).

“Thousand useless words don’t mean a thing. Coz what matters is who will be the last one laughing here”

Adios.
~ Iwed whom she said “Pelacur” in her blog. FYI, my name is Iwed, you bitch ~

I found this site from my used-to-be colleague partner in Public Relations Dept, Siska, when I was wasting my once-in-a-life-time spare time at work. Thinking that it’s a harmless thing to try, I opened the site and took the test. What I got was surprising me and not surprising me, both in absurd way.

So here it is…

So, what’s yours?

The newest news I read from detik.com. Please open this site.

Pleeease, why don’t just throw this filthy head piece to the starving police dogs?! I really HATE them, the suicide bombers. I’m this close to meet Ryan Giggs, man.. THIS CLOSE!!! And they ruin it all… I condemn the bombers to their last heirs and heiresses. Allah would never receive superficial heart like them.

May your soul rest (not) in peace, bombers. Selamat bertemu dengan Imam Samudera CS….

Di neraka.

My body was half solid

My breath was all toxic

This lying-under-surface beauty was forsaken

Appeared as if all were brusquely taken

I kept questioning myself

To the dark sky, to the blind wind

To the colorless rain with unbearable pain

To the smirking spy, with dreadful pale skin

Still, the answer was buried under my contra prediction

I could only make the unfinished conclusion

While she, standing on the breeze of the icy rooftop

Was coming closer, with pointing finger

The sound in my head was yelling some misspell words

Couldn’t help it was just make things get worse

My feet were as heavy as they were stuck

The remaining voice sounded afar

Had to go and leave

Must not see

I bended not to the creepy lady

But there… she was finally here

Beaming as it wanted to say that this is my end

Yet here… I was staring there

Hoping for a way out the same time with hoping there will be something happen

Would I wait for her to strike me first?

Or would I not?

Fear had taken me, it made me blacked out

And for the sake of my sacred dried tears, I opened my eyes

I saw red, I saw eyes and I saw blood in my grasp

I saw you, lying there with no life

As I finally came back to the earth, grasping for more air

To be able to slowly pervade really

I knew you…I knew you…

I knew you…

PS: Based on my sweet nightmare couple days ago.

Pic By: DeviantArt

~ G ~

The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, are a classification of the most objectionable vices that have been used since early Christian times to educate and instruct followers concerning (immoral) fallen man’s tendency to sin. They are: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride.

The Catholic Church divided sin into two principal categories: “venial”, which are relatively minor, and could be forgiven through any sacramentals or sacraments of the church, and the more severe “capital” or mortal sin. Mortal sins destroyed the life of grace, and created the threat of eternal damnation unless either absolved through the sacrament of confession, or forgiven through perfect contrition on the part of the penitent.

Beginning in the early 14th century, the popularity of the seven deadly sins as a theme among European artists of the time eventually helped to ingrain them in many areas of Christian culture and Christian consciousness in general throughout the world. One means of such ingraining was the creation of the mnemonic “SALIGIA” based on the first letters in Latin of the seven deadly sins: superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, acedia.

Source taken from Wikipedia

Has anyone watched the movie “Se7en” yet? It is so hard for me to find the original/pirate DVD *sighs*

~ G ~

Shit. I’m sick of dealing with this kind of person. A person of a million. A person who sells her dignity [NOT!] and faith [certainly ILLUSIONABLE!] to make some false perceptions over everybody else only in order to make herself looks cooler and better than the one she got mess with.

Shoot. I’m fed up dealing with this kind of creature. A person who isn’t able to sort out list of priority from the most essential one until the last one I call “rubbish”, yet she does most of things out from rubbish. Or maybe she is rubbish? Well, the hell with that. Someone has actually loved her fortunately. She has savior, or maybe she calls him another victim of her rubbish head mind.

Freak. She’s definitely one of them. Out to the world being someone whom people think she‘s a so-call experienced person. Out of the false opinion too, she proudly thinks my experience in life is next to none. And there she goes, dancing dirtily around dumb people telling what is good and bad, telling what to do and not. Telling she’s the one and I am the last. Her bouncing lips go down and dirty with her bouncing tits, go down until her bouncing ass. But yes, ha-ha… another person had already raping down all of ‘em, didn’t he?

Fuck. Just fuck yourself off from my face, will ya? You’re just one in a million, really. It’s hurting me to tell you this. But what else could truth offer besides biting reality? Better think I’m your reality, coz I bite. And I bite only for reminding. Once you walk over my head, I’m the one who will make you lose that thing off your body. Coz I’m a killer indeed.

And you, you know no shit about it coz of your business selling your pride over and over. Chill, relax and step back. Watch out, I have poisoned fangs and my knife is sharp.

You show off bitch!

Pic by; Iwed  [You can be a bitch. But a show off bitch deserves HELL !!]

~ G ~