An Image
Filed Under (From My Mind ) by Pitiful Kuro on Thursday, November 15, 2012
Posted at : 10:13 PM
An image can be
tricky, it’s not a personality, I might say, it’s what you want to show to
other people. What kind of yourself? What kind of words you’re gonna use? What kind
of motion are you gonna do? It’s an image, for my narrow side of perspective. I
say, it’s right to be playing with those, since you can control it, why not
making fun of it?
It’s practical, it may
be changed during a certain circumstances as you like. Like, when you’re need a
good brotherly image to stay sharp with your brothers, a garm-looking bastard
to prevent some bandit reach your group, or a foul mouthed jerk without sense
of consideration of what he’s going to say. It’s all fun to do and have their
own benefit, depends on what kind of image you’re gonna use.
Like a secondary invisible weapon that you didn’t
have to carry, but always there on your pocket. An image is not a personality,
you may changed it at one time and change it back on the later times, but you’re
no the image you’re using. An image is
not something you use to adjust yourself with your environment. It’s not a form
of conformity, or on the further notion, a survival method. It is not. Once again,
it’s used for a benefit, your own benefit. Not because you’re afraid to be
judged by others. Image is not a mask, that you’re using for deceiving others,
to make people think what you want them to think of. An image is used when a
certain people you know are known of who you really are.
It is tricky, which is
which?
You’re using image for
making people believe what you’re shown, but at the same times, it’s not meant
to be deceiveng others. For a benefit, for fun. Maybe it’s the right words to
play with it. Maybe not? I don’t really sure, It’s hard to get a definition
with something that just comes out of a bollocks. Haha. You’re gonna play with
yourself, with an audience of others, the show will success when you see those faces changed, maybe
shock, not believing of what they just saw or heard. Because it’s coming from
someone that unlikely to do so.
Like now, l really
love being foul mouthed, I just don’t know which part of it is fun when you’re
gotten a disgust looks from others. Maybe it’s just that, those priceless
expression might be the reason. Tho, someone gotta play a bastard when there’s
only a good people in it.
Ritual
Filed Under (For Remember ) by Pitiful Kuro on Thursday, November 01, 2012
Posted at : 1:17 AM
One for tonight,
another one for tommorow. It’s what I said to myself a few minutes earlier, it’s
about cigarettes, I only have two cigs left. Even my tongue are burning with
bitter and my throat is screaming in agony, I always need those
cancer-infested-money-spender thing., no matter what. One for now, and another
one for later, it’s simply because my morning is incomplete without a smoke, I can
handle my morning without coffee, but not a smoke. A habit, you can say it’s a
bad one, but not for me. Though, theres a good habit in me, my morning habit.
Yeah, my morning
always start with a lovely sound of my phone’s alarm, an old one, it’s not too
loud, but I always woke up with it. I turn on the water heater and heating my
iron. Then I go to the bathroom. For a cold day, I only brush my teeth and wash
my head, not a single drip of water touch my warm-over-night body. Well, I love
cold, but not this kind of cold. If the weathers warm enough, I still ended
burrito-ing my body over my blanket, still cold, a damn cold one.
When I finished my
bath, my water for coffee is already boiling, get a cup and scoop a spoonful of
coffee (usually Aroma, sometimes Jenggo). Pour the boiling water to the cup,
wait one minute for the coffee to ‘cooked’ and then stir it gently. Then I do
the ironing of my uniform with my coffee on the side, and a cig stick on my
mouth, don’t forget about the music, Sore’s Somos Libres or Mata Berdebu always
played on the winamp. When I got a little time left, I usually polish my shoes,
I love shiny shoes, but I love polishing it more. Thanks to artofmanliness.com,
now I have a different prespective about polishing. Like, a manly habit.
(maybe.)
And done. I fully
prepared to campus. While in fact, the ironing is not that big of a difference,
I don’t know, since I was in a junior grade, my cloth always had a wrinkle in
it, no matter who iron it. Some kind of magic.
Yeah. It’s my daily
morning ritual that I’m proud of. That is why a cig is so important I could save them for tomorrow. Still, mulut
asem always the big problem in this saving problem.
Now I wonder, why I
post this in english since my englishs grammar is so ecekeblek? The answer
might be.. ngetes aje.
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