Selamat Hari Kartini :D

Hey it's 21st April! You know what it means?

Selamat Hari Kartini :)

She's really beautiful isn't she? :')

And OMG, it's been 131 YEARS! Kartini was born into an aristocratic Javanese family in a time when Java was still part of the Dutch Colonies. Sounds scary huh? She was born on 21 April 1879


She's the pioneer for women's rights in Indonesia. She's Indonesia's one of the biggest national heroine. So girls, without her, you'd still be under the commands of boys. Give some BOO for boys :b


Sadly, she died at the age of 25 on 3rd September 1904



Now that she's gone, it's all up to us to continue her works and ambition! We are the NOW generation and the FUTURE leader. And we're going to make her smile up there :)

But then I felt really angry this morning because I found another trouble-maker account on twitter, which called him/herself @KartiniSampah . and yes, these are some of her/his tweets.

Forgive the unclear printscreen-_-

Well me and my friends were really going crazy and mad and angry and and and oh God I totally cannot write what we said because some of em sounds like really bad words ;b



Well I hope YOU wouldn't do anything stupid like that cause you know how hard it is for Kartini to fight for women emancipation at that time. Please don't waste what she had done for us :D

Door Duistermis tox Licht
Habis Gelap Terbitlah Terang

-R.A. Kartini

Proud to be one of Indonesia's future greatest woman
♥ Eurevannixer
(1879-04-21)in on

Hurricane

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave
No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe
No matter how many nights that you lied wide awake to the sound of the pausing rain



Where did you go? where did you go? where did you go?
Heart beat, a heart beat, I need a... heart beat, a heart beat...

Tell me would you kill to save for a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn let it all burn
This hurricane is chasing us all underground.

No matter how many deaths that I die, I will never forget
No matter how many lives I live, I will never regret
There's a fire inside this heart and a riot about to explode into flames



Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God? ...

Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me d e a d ?
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want?
(heart beat, a heart beat)
Do you really want me?
(I need a.. heart beat, a heart beat)
Do you really want me dead?
(you know I gotta leave, I can't stay)
Or alive to live a lie?

You say you wrong, you wrong, I'm right, I'm right, you're wrong, we fight
Ok, I'm running from the light, running from the day to night
Oh, the q u i e t s i l e n c e defines our m i s e r y
The riot inside keeps trying to visit me
No matter how we try, it's too much history
Too many bad notes playing in our symphony

So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go
Let it fall, let it crash, burn slow

And then you call upon God
Oh when you call upon God....

R u n n i n g a w a y from t h e n i g h t , r u n n i n g a w a y from t h e l i g h t

R u n n i n g a w a y t o s a v e y o u r l i f e

Hurricane
30 Seconds To Mars feat Kanye West

	30 Seconds To Mars - Hurricane feat. Kanye West .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Waited more than 30 Seconds for them,
♥ Eurevannixer

Blink Survival

Well yesterday wasn't the best day ever. Could be. But it's not. Turned out bad. Not the worst, but it's extraordinarily bad.

Yes. I hurted someone. And I hurt myself by hurting that someone.

I wasn't crying at all. I wish I could. But trembling violently was all I can do. Well, am I that strong? Through the blood she can look, see the life that she took. Brain-Blank Out. Hell was here in my head.

'Yeah and that night I put this song outloud, just to survive. Just to make-believe.

Blink 182
Adam's Song

I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed, to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I'd survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone



You could not Blink your eyes without Blink ;)
♥ Eurevannixer

Angels & Airwaves - Rite Of Spring

Yah jadi ceritanya lagu ini emang udah agak lama tapi gue nemunya baru, itupun gue asal click download wakaka. By, once again, Angels and Airwaves (omfg I'm so in love with this band). Biasanya gue fell in love sama lagu kebanyak gara2 liriknya hahaha. Lagu ini pun gak ada hubungannya sama kehidupan gue, cuman yah menyentuh gitsss belom lagi bagian reff nya owowow. Check it out ppl

Angels & Airwaves
Rite Of Spring

	Angels & Airwaves - Rite Of Spring .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in Suburban Street,
With a skateboard and my shit guitar,
I'd dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I'd ask about the girls he'd date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land
And as I held my mom would start to cry
I swore ourselves a better life

(reff) If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

The summers gone, the years have passed,
My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life,
And all I wish for was come to pass
From rock and roll, to love and cash
It’s all success if it’s what you need
Do what you like and do it honestly

(reff) If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

Hey yo oh oh oh
Hey yo oh oh
Hey yo oh oh oh
Hey yo oh oh
Hey yo oh oh oh
Hey yo oh oh
Hey yo oh oh oh
Hey yo oh oh

If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

The whole wide world is mine
And the whole wide world is mine

AVAddicts
♥ Eurevannixer

Romeo & Paris

Please notice, semua yang ada di sini, selebay/ senorak apapun, ceritanya asli. Demiapa? Demi Allah SWT. Cerita ini udah dipendam lama, jadi maaf aja kalo frontal, dia juga gak bakal tau lah.

Oke, here's the sitch. Banyak orang ngira gue udah move on. Well here's the truth

Gue belum.

Well how could? Every second in every place here reminds me of him.

And now comes Paris, offering a different kind of love. Smooth, relaxing, enjoyable, joyfull, and yet, caring. I could go on with Paris, but what about Romeo? Well if I HAVE moved on, Romeo would've been noone and Paris'll be Romeo. Don't get it? Read carefully. Use your logic.

Romeo can't be Paris, yet Paris can never be Romeo.

Romeo leaves all his signs inside of me. He carved his name there so I would never forget. I wanted to, but hell yeah I can't. So the BIG question mark ends up at 'What Should I do". Like hell, I can't play or put off Paris. I'm not that evil kind-o-girl.

Hey you. Yeah you. Don't laugh. This is no ordinary pathetic poetic post. This is true. Just scroll down and read.


> Like hell. Everyday we would meet up at (censored) and there would be no day without us getting close (until NOW). When I was close he would do unexpected things like playing with my hands (this is one of the thing he tipically did.) or whispers in my ears (hey I froze in time like those). And one evening, he was real close to my lips. Stop. We didn't do it. Only on the cheeks.

> Guitar. That fcking thing was what made us close. I was his senior in this part. That's what he said. We even made a little band named (censored). Everytime we sit and hold the guitar the first thing we would play is Your Call - Secondhand Serenade.

> This is one of the Most Special. When I got problems, he would--without thinking or compromize-- call me by the phone. This is what he would say:

Don't cry. Go to your room. Lock the door. Now you can cry. Tell me what's wrong. Try guitar-izing yourself, that's what I do. It's okay. I'll always be there for you.

And this was one of the deepest. Most inconsolable.

I was nearly crying one night. He texted me. And these are a little PIECE of the top of the messages:

Q: Hey, why don't you go get a boyfriend?
A: What for?
Q: You know, in case you got problems he would listen and take care of things.
A: Well I don't need such boys. Friends would fit well.
Q: Well that's kinda right. Then I'll be your bestest friend. Just remember that I'll always be there for you.

Noticed yet? Read again. Carefully.
Once again, emang keliatannya kaya dibuat2, tapi Demi Allah SWT itu asli.


> One day on my friend's birthday, we went to (censored). Suddenly it rains. What then? He dragged his jacket and put on top of US. Yeah like in the movies. (reminder: Demi Allah SWT asli). When we were ontheway home, I was sitting in the car at the backseat. Only the two of us. Hey, we did nothing, swear. When we arrived he asked whether I want him to wait for me or not. I said no. So he left. That's that? No. He asked me to bring his wet jacket.

Pause. That's not right. Didn't felt right when he left. Well, how could it be right when he left in an unreasonable way? Why unreasonable? Because until now, still I don't know what's wrong. Neither my friend knows why. Then what happened? We were getting further and further. He replied late. Then we won't reply. Then I don't be the one who had to greet him first. No. Then we just... d i s s a p e a r e d .

Is it March already? Well it has been about almost a year we haven't talk to each other. Seriously? Never. AT ALL (reminder: Demi Allah SWT)

> That afternoon we went for school trip. That time we were a bit far. But still on the line. We didn't walk too close or talk too long. What he did when he passed by me was just pull my hands a bit or put his hands on top of my head. Just that.

When he shows how he's caring, it was unlike any other. Nope. You can't imagine. Not even me. Not even himself, I'm sure.

His "I'll always be there" WASN'T a lie those times. It is now. It wasn't. It isn't. Hell. Can't we turn back time?

Well of course, Paris is also caring. It is a different type of care. He would grew smile with his laughter. His apology was his specialty. Why? It would bring me down. Real down to the ground. That's why I cannot not forgive him for any reason.

Now one month ago I had this dream. This fcking dream made all Romeo memories alive. Back. Painfully. And I didn't tell anyone because I do believe things that says "Dreams won't come true if you say it"

Well, actually there's no Paris here. There's only uhm somebody. Yeah that time I was a bit in for that 'somebody'. Let's just call him X.

That day I was in this normal place. You know, (censored). And I was nearby X and just getting close to him. In this dream, Romeo was jealous. And then all of a sudden he went into the OLD HIM (omagash I could cry like hell). Then he got back to my side, and did everything we USED to do. And then like the OLD times. I was his, and he's mine.

Wake up, get a life. That was just a dream. Well, let's say AMIN for that.

I am NOT the type of girl who would give up. My friend suggested to greet him or text him or yeah just get together again. No. If he is a real man he would be the one who do it. Well that's impossible. He never notice my existence. Like I am obscure. Like I said, it has been nearly a year without us even talking.

Hey, back to Paris.

Any suggestion? It seems hopeless to Romeo, but it is also hard to move on. I am the type who's hard to forget things. I am forgetful, like my mom said, but not at this. It's like he's been silhouetting me all the time.

Gospel truth: would like to go on with Paris. Don't want to let him know about Romeo. Nada. That would hurt him likalot.

These days, I can't help but sitting in the corner. Thinking. Slowly drowned in inconsolability. Well, I'm sorry.

I think that's as far as I can go. Thanks for reading, you're really caring. Suggestion? Contact me. And please re-notice that this is true, all of em. If you don't believe then suit urself. And again, please notice that this is one of the most deepest, frontal, and sick blogpost. So I think it is kinda rare for you to read.

Wish the best of the luck

♥ Eurevannixer