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Migration..!! Migration..!!

2008-08-11T21:01:00.003+07:00

Because I cannot browse through blogger.com in my office, I decided to migrate my blog to multiply.
I don't know how long will this blog last, but at least I have the freedom to update it during my office hour.

Please kindly find the link to my multiply below.
www.amortalbliss.multiply.com

Duffy - Rockferry

2008-06-05T22:15:00.005+07:00

Artist:
DUFFY
Album Title :
ROCKFERRY
Date Released:
03 March 2008
My Rate:
4 (out of 5)

Late 2007 and 2008 seems to be the year of emerging artist.
In 2007 our ears and eyes are treated to the chaotic angst driven enigma named Amy Winehouse, and within 2008 (so far…) we have Aussie’s down under shining star Gabriella Cilmi, UK’s mellow-pop Adele, pop alternative Kate Nash, Scottish rock muse Amy Macdonald and not to forget, Duffy, Welsh’s retro-pop/soul diva who hate to be compared to Dusty Springfield (though the physical attribute is quite uncanny).

Duffy’s 1st major label album humbly titled “Rockferry”, after the album 1st track, is rich with sixties retro style infused with pop, soul and Motown style tunes.

On my first listen, I thought the album was a sleeper because I was expecting a more merry-upbeat tunes akin to Mercy. But as I listen more, turns out Mercy was probably the weakest track which I find less addictive than the other. While “Rockferry”, a song of how breaking it was to leave her boyfriend but she’s a big strong woman and that she’ll get through, was a strong and memorable opening and along with “Distant Dreamer”, where Duffy serenade of hopes amidst the terrible event that gone through in her life, are probably two of the strongest one.

One thing I have to mention is how akin Mercy’s “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah” to Winehouse’s Rehab “No, No, No…” This is quite a big risk for Duffy as market might think of her as Winehouse’s carbon copy, but in my honest opinion this is one of her smartest move as the verse is ear catchy enough to make people stop and listen. Instead of earning her as Rehab copycat, Duffy succeeded in earning a spot as Winehouse’s biggest (sober) contender who is not afraid to stand side by side to Winehouse and have a vocal/talent brawl. Where Amy Winehouse tells us that she rather took falls, bruises and pretty much in love being abused, Duffy is liberation from a constraining depression.

To wrap this review, with such a strong killer, mind-blowing 1st record, I know I’ll be expecting an even stronger second release from Duffy, and that is where the true test came in. Will she be able to pull another killer like Rockferry? Your thought will be deeply appreciated.

Track Listing

Rockferry
Warwick Avenue
Serious
Stepping Stone
Syrup and Honey
Holding On Too Long
Mercy
Delayed Devotion
Scared
Distant Dreamer

2008-05-18T22:30:00.005+07:00

I'm starting to think I'm not made for love/romance/sentimentalism...

Not that I hate them.

It's them that doesn't seem to be quite fond of me.

...

Darn it

2008-05-18T22:10:00.003+07:00

I thought I was over you already...
But I was wrong...
You have no idea the power you had over me...

I guess I'll just stop talking to you...

Getting in Touch With Myself

2008-05-04T10:27:00.004+07:00

I find my negativity and depression to be sources of personal amusement, yet I know those are something I probably shouldn't take lightly, let alone play with.
Some sort of joy derived from knowing I have a miserable love life due to my career development or office work.
True to Amy Lee's writing, much as I want to stay in love with my sorrow, I really wish I can make them go away. I just want to be a happier person.
I want to be a happier person with a purpose.

I Just Can't See Why....

2008-04-24T22:53:00.002+07:00

I don't understand...
Why can't you just say "No, thank you..."

Instead of leaving me hanging here waiting..

I just can't see why...

Good Enough - Evanescence

2008-04-21T07:04:00.000+07:00

Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you

Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly
now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel

Good enough
I feel good enough for you

Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
and I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you

Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely
now I can't let go of this dream
can't believe that I feel

Good enough
I feel good enough
its been such a long time coming, but I feel good

and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
pour real life down on me
cause I can't hold on to anything this good
enough
am I good enough
for you to love me too?

so take care what you ask of me
cause I can't say no...

Dedicated to you...

Midnight Essay of Depression

2008-04-20T23:58:00.006+07:00

Now I’m quite certain this feeling is not mutual.
Now I’m faced with this unrequited love story I always look down upon.
It’s been almost 3 fucking years since I love anyone and during those time I built rock hard wall around my heart so I won’t hurt nor hurting anyone ever again.
Romanticism was just a matter of the past and I thought I have no need of them anymore.

Then you came into my life, and the wall I initially thought was sturdy turn into mushy shit.
A long exhale and inhale I’ve taken several times before coming forward to you with my confession. I know not whether it was the right decision or not, but at that time it seems like the right thing to do for the sake of my sanity.
But afterward, you’re gone from my life (again).
Clarity was blurred and I couldn’t see nor think, I never thought I’m going to hit the bottom quite as hard as this.

Fuck this all…
I wanted to hate you, to curse you, to loathe you… but I can’t.
Had I been more prudent, this chaos probably won’t happen.
And it hurt so bad that you are not here with me to share the pain.

My regret was the fact that at that moment I couldn’t come up with the perfect sentences to clarify the reason why I have fallen for you.
Now the moment just might never pass my path again.
I can only hope, one day you will ask again.
Because at this moment, I'm quite certain if I said it to you, it wouldn't matter a shit.

Fuck this all…
I will merge from this, you will see.
I don’t give a fuck how...
All I care is that I’ll survive.

Several Days After...

2008-04-20T13:40:00.005+07:00

Every happening has their purpose…
To every breath,
To every passing clouds,
To each times our eyes met.
To each times our arms brushed.
Even when it hurt, even when it bleed.
I do not want this to happen, but it did.
And it really hurt when I came upon realization that I have to endure this without you.
I wish I had you with me to find the purpose of this event.

But I don't...

On Feeling Ignored...

2008-04-07T23:17:00.003+07:00

The fact that you're there and didn't say a mere "Hello" to me is giving me a lasting nagging pain for the whole day.

But then again, who am I to expect a hello from you?

National Condolences.

2008-01-27T17:18:00.000+07:00

See that guy over there...?
He's Indonesia's former second president.
Died currently today on 13.00 PM.
He has charges of corruption, collusion and nepotism still lingers over his deceased corpse.

Our current president said that this will be a week of mourning for the Nation ~~So Called~~ loss of it's former leader.

Honestly speaking, I didn't feel any loss at all.
At least until this moment I didn't.

I think I hear someone say "Good Riddance..."
Now that's funny...

Weekend Fixation

2008-01-26T08:53:00.000+07:00

Wanna see my fixation in this weekend?

Smile you handsome devil you..
Oh that is A GREEEEAT pose Sir..
Love the angle!!

Well... It's Brandon Flowers, vocalist and keyboardist (has been seen playing the bass as well) of the post punk, neo, new wave rock band called The Killers.

My, my, my...

Well, I think he is one fine looking Las Vegas lad.

Musical raw talent and all that fine porn mustache.

The attitude, the bigger than life ego and that corny Mexican cowboy costume.

Maybe I'm turning gay..

I don't care..

Please enjoy a couple more pictures of Mr. Flowers and his fellow of The Killers.

As we reached the end of the post, I will leave ~~myself~~ my dear reader with a video of The Killers 'Christmas video. This is their 2006 holiday single, profits from the sale of this EP will go to AIDS charities as part of the (PRODUCT)RED campaign, headed by Bono and Bobby Shriver (whoever Bobby is).

A hottie and a philanthropists..
How can you not love a guy like that?!

Please enjoy the video.

Reasons 2007 Wasn't so Shabby After All

2008-01-23T20:30:00.000+07:00

It's near to the end of January 2008, and I just came up with my list of 2007 most enriching audio adventures (I'm referring to CD, mind you).
My best of 2007 are:

Radiohead - In Rainbows
Annie Lennox - Songs of Mass Destruction
Peter Bjorn & John - Writer's Block
Feist - The Reminder
PJ Harvey - White Chalk
Lily Allen - Allright Still

And the best that tops it all:

Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala

A dear friend of mine made me listen to Jens' album and my ears and senses immediately hooked on Jen's smart, beautiful, lingering tunes. The lyrics are not overshadowed by the music itself, they're all also smart, witty and I can hear some cynicism (love it!) on several tracks. Whenever I hear the CD it feels as if I'm taken away on a vintage journey in a time machine into my parent's golden era.

Perfect perfect PERFECT blend!

It's like a having a cup of Toffee Nut Latte on a cold breezy afternoon, only this one treats to my audio and spiritual senses.

I have to remind myself to thanked my mate for this enriching pop audio experience that is Jens Lekman.

Honorable mention from 2006:

The Killers - Sam's Town

This album of The Killer was released in mid 2006, but I only heard it by late 2007. In this album The Killers takes me into a roller coaster carnival ride of their new musical direction. This album services me with a ripe and mature sounds, much better sounding than their Hot Fuss album and it made me wanting more and more and more of The Killers musics.

There you go...
Go buy those album this instant, I promise it's not going to be a disappointment.
I especially recommends Jens Lekman album, for those who loves a challenging audio adventure. I bet my (flat) ass you're not going to regret purchasing this brilliant masterpiece.

disclaimer:

If you're into Backstreet Boys, Rihanna, Westlife or any newly crowned American idol winner kind of music.. I can almost bet you're not going to be too fond of my choices..

Office Drama pt.1

2008-01-22T00:56:00.000+07:00

One day, one of my superior gave me an assignment.
One quick look at the templates, I know this is one hell of an assignment.
So many numbers… What the fuck are those numbers trying to say to me?

I stare blankly at the screen of my monitor.
So many numbers that I know not what are they trying to tell me.
Inside of my head those mute numbers begin to made mockery of me.
As if they know I can’t comprehend their language to begin with.

Probably I should try to stare harder at his cursed numbers.
Fuck…
It’s probably easier to work with a crack pimp whore than with these numbers.
I hate it feeling so helpless like this.

I stare once again at the monitor…
I probably should try to interpret them.
Now it doesn’t seem to be as mute again.
I begin to be able to tell what those numbers trying to tell me.

I begin to be able to see the connection between bunches of number to another bunches. My fingers starting to grow a life of its own, moving so eloquently between the dirty keyboards as if those cursed numbers begin to build an intimate & passionate carnal love with it.

3 Hours pass, minutes gone by in haste.
I stare to my monitor, but this time with anticipation and intense passion.
Just as my fingers about to reach climax from their newfound affair with the dirty keyboard…
Just as I feel those cursed numbers starting to open up to me…
Just as a new horizon of knowledge beyond belief arises from my monitor screen…
Only a few minutes away from finishing the beautiful artwork I made with my fingers, keyboards and those cursed numbers.

I think faster, I type faster, damn it… This is probably what they call non sexual orgasm… Yessss… I’m so darn close from finishing the whole damn thing…

.........!!!............

All the sudden, an unexpected blackout, my monitor screen went blank.

And I remembered I had not saved my works…

All those works…

The artworks that came from my fingers and keyboard carnal affair…

Gone…

My knee went limp and my mind went blank

Fuck…

Probably to work with a crack pimp whore is not such a bad idea after all.

Shit… Kenapa sih mesti pake acara mati lampu…

Dark Road

2008-01-11T23:40:00.000+07:00

Annie Lennox

Dark Road
Album :
Songs of Mass Destruction
(2007)
www.songsofmassdestruction.info

It's a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
That you're never gonna find me there, oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't get there by itself
It didn't get there by itself...

There's a feelin'
But you're not feelin' it at all
There's a meaning
But you're not listening any more
I look at that open road
I'm gonna walk there by myself...

And if you catch me I might try to run away
You know I can't be there too long
And if you let me I might try to make you stay
Seems you never realise a good thing till it's gone...

Maybe I'm still searchin' but I don't know what it means
All the fires of destruction are still burnin' in my dreams
There's no water that can wash away this longin' to come clean...
Hey yea yea...

I can't find the joy within in my soul
It's just sadness takin' hold
I wanna come in from the cold
And make myself renewed again
It takes strength to live this way
The same old madness everyday
I wanna kick these blues away
I wanna learn to live again

It's a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
That you're never gonna find me there oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't get there by itself... ooh
It didn't get there by itself

* This album is one of the reason 2007 was not a shabby year after all.

Tonight, I Think...

2008-01-11T00:09:00.000+07:00

I feel somewhat lonely...

Aw Shit...

Iseng Bercermin

2008-01-10T02:16:00.000+07:00

Beberapa hari yang lalu, tepatnya tanggal 6 Januari 2008, hari Minggu pukul 05.30 pagi, 3 pasang kaki berjalan gontai keluar dari suatu kantor perusahaan multinasional di Gedung Summitmas I lantai 18.

Kebetulan sekali, salah satu pasang kaki itu adalah kaki saya, sementara 2 pasang lainnya adalah milik manajer saya dan seorang kolega kerja saya.
Bisa saya katakan saat itu kami tidak baru saja selesai berpesta pora semalam suntuk, dan bisa juga saya katakan, kalau kami tidak baru saja selesai curhat session semalam suntuk di kantor.

Pada hari Minggu jam 05.30 pagi, kami baru saja selesai berkerja lembur semalam suntuk sedari hari sebelumnya. Saya masih ingat, saya datang ke kantor tanggal 5 Januari 2008, hari Sabtu jam 11.30 siang. Sungguh saya tidak menyangka dan tidak pernah menebak apabila saya akan berkerja 18 jam di kantor. Pekerjaan begitu banyak, mulai dari A, B, C sampai W. Otak harus diputar ke kiri dan ke kanan, ke depan dan ke belakang, ke atas dan ke bawah. Tapi justru saya enjoy berkerja serabutan seperti ini.

Saya bisa berkata seperti itu sebab sebelumnya, saya berkerja di suatu tempat dimana pekerjaan saya hanya A dan B.
A dan B setiap saat.
A dan B dari jam 08.00 pagi sampai jam 18.00 sore.
A dan B dari hari Senin sampai hari Jumat.
A dan B dari tanggal 1 sampai tanggal 31 setiap bulannya.
A dan B terus sampai perut mual.
Walaupun saya hampir selalu bisa meninggalkan kantor sebelum hari benar-benar menjadi gelap.
Walaupun saya bisa menerima upah kerja yang cukup besar untuk melakukan pekerjaan A dan B saja sepanjang bulan (tidak perlu sampai C, D, E dan seterusnya).
Walaupun saya tidak pernah harus berkerja berturut-turut sampai keesokan harinya.
It was a pain, insanely repetitive, inflicting great mental pain to a point where I cried due to desperation.
Demi Tuhan, berkerja 3 bulan di kantor produsen keju tersebut serasa bagai saya sudah berkerja berabad-abad (oke, saya sedikit hiperbola disini, but trust me it feels as if I have worked for ages in that office).

Beberapa orang berpikir saya sungguh bodoh, mau-mau saja berkerja di tempat dimana secara fisik dan mental sungguh demanding. Ditambah pula dengan upah pokok yang lebih kecil. Mereka bilang, kalau bukan sakit jiwa, entah sakit apa saya.

Tapi saya tidak peduli, buat saya yang penting saya happy dahulu dalam berkerja, Insya Allah masalah upah kerja bulanan akan bisa mencukupi untuk kebutuhan 1 bulan.

Exposure kerja yang terbuka begitu luas pada berbagai aspek finansial korporat memungkinkan saya untuk belajar banyak dalam waktu yang cenderung singkat. Jujur saja, saya merasa pada saat ini hal tersebut jauh lebih penting daripada segepok upah kerja bulanan (toh kalau dihitung secara total, penghasilan saya hanya turun beberapa ratus ribu).

Tapi saya happy dan saya tidak menyesali keputusan saya, at least sampai hari ini.

Mungkin beberapa orang memang terlahir untuk disiksa (contohnya ya, saya ini).

But at least I am able to work happily, in spite the pain of having to work until 06.30 am in the morning. Insya Allah ini yang dinamakan the joy of working.

I may say that I’m happily tortured.

(Only God knows if this another case of chronic denial of mine)

Colors

2008-01-01T21:42:00.000+07:00

To be honest, I’ve forgotten what made my life colorful.

Green colored papers seems to be too vague to be called happiness, neither does splurging on gold colored rocks or crystal clear gems.

Probably I need to look for ruby colored knitted tapestry or sapphire colored manuscripts.

But I doubt they’re able to turn my life colorful.

At this moment black seems like the color for me.
Or is it Grey?

Grey doesn’t seems to be as suffocating as black.

Have You Ever Had One of Those Day...

2008-01-01T10:37:00.000+07:00

Where you simply can't think of anything?

That's me today, in the first day of 2008.

And they all say today is a new beginning.

When I'm able to fly away

2007-12-31T07:21:00.000+07:00

I'm going to a place so far away.

...

In Denial

2007-12-30T00:54:00.000+07:00

So I had a grande time with grande-size cup toffee coffee and grande-loud laughter with mates. It was a genuinely jovial time, I genuinely enjoyed my toffee coffee and I genuinely laughed to the funnies.

Not that there's anything wrong with it.

Then I drove off in my carriage of 4 wheels.
Off I go into the night, heading to I don’t know where.
Probably I need to be in a solitary confinement of this moving steel carriage.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.

40 kilometers trip on an 80 kilos/hour speed.
40 kilometers trip accompanied with a hollow feeling.
40 kilometers trip with the same track playing repeatedly on my CD.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.

And I went home, unknowing on how to resolve this emotional roller coaster I’m currently in.

Not that there's anything wrong with it.

On Some Day

2007-12-28T01:09:00.000+07:00

Tonight

28 December 2007

12:24 AM

I managed to cheat the day once again.
It was an unadorned day, stupid and tedious.
Where all ignorant being akin to me as mere marionette dolls.
They were not funny and they weren’t even amusing in the first place.
My smile was only a facade to hide my mock and disgust.

So I went home, walking in a plain full of rotten flowers and razor sharp grass.
Choke myself with the purple obnoxious air of weeds and carbon.
And I thought to myself...
Maybe this trip will lead me to my utopia.

If I didn’t die tonight, I will most surely make my comeback again someday next year.
Then I may see the path that will lead me to my utopia again.
Even better, Maybe I can bring those stupid marionette dolls along with me.