The more I observe, the more I notice some people can’t distinguish which is art and which is pure chaos. They only see the physical appearance of the art without even fully grasp the meaning behind it. Granted art is subjective (hence me also being subjective in this case), it’s a personal interpretation of the artist, but I’m not talking about the artists. Artists are all creative, it’s the viewers that I feel annoy about.

I’ve met couple of people who said they “get” art and that their fave artists are bla bla, but when I specifically asked why do they admire the said artists, they can’t give me a proper response. And when they spot an art, they go on about it like they deeply understand the art.

You see, it’s the physical aspect that these people get, they’re too lazy to discover the meaning behind it, they only see but they don’t look or even try to understand. They just want people consider them as intellectuals lot.

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Ray of light penetrates the eyes. Dazzling views, incognito appearances, water sparks the sublime picturesque.

Bare foot. She follows somebody’s foot steps.

The wind plays and tosses her hair back and forth, an affair with nature. The ocean, the waves, they seem to greet her with endless smile.

Flawless. But the look changes, how sad the ocean seems. The waves they flip and clash.

Deep, mysterious, blue as far as she can see. Surreal and moving. The view is hypophrenia-inducing. The beauty in sadness.

Bewildered of how complex and profoundly blue the sea is. A heap of beautiful sadness, the duality.

The wind carries her words and whispers and spreads it across the ocean. And with one gracious yet flirtatious swirl, the ocean welcomes her as a small wave touches her feet, to assure her the blue is here to stay.

Dear another side who’s constantly peeking from other side,

Make sure of everything. Check your checklist. Are you sure they’re all necessary? Have a moment or two to analyze it. Would it be amusing if you keep responding when you actually are annoyed?

How about dial it down, just a bit? Then maybe, just maybe. Who knows. You should stop controlling others or stop trying being in control, it’s when you try too hard that you lose your grip and sense, then everything would end up messier. Distorted. Frantic.

Are they or are you so full of yourself that it keeps you at surprise because you haven’t exploded into pieces yet? You shall beg, plead, ask on your rotten knees for mercy until you run out of breath and words.

Ask for yourself thousand times. How could you hate? Just politely respond, “Don’t be silly, I don’t hate you, I just can’t seem to find a single reason to like you no matter how hard I don’t try. Oh, and karma’s only a bitch if you are one.”

Because just when you think you’re something but the next minute you realize you’re far from that something. You’re not sarcastic and your life isn’t pathetic.

There’s always a hope. Mornings and dawns, seize the best of them. Life waits for no one.

Setiap merasa tidak keruan, kamu selalu membayangkan diri kamu berada di tempat lain. Seakan kamu menjelajah ruang waktu dan sampai di sana, tapi kamu tidak merasa itu kamu, melainkan sebagian dari jiwa kamu yang sedang melayang menembus kepenatan dan mencoba menghibur diri dengan berada di tempat lain yang nyaman. Atmosfer baru, udara segar, pemandangan indah, minuman dan makanan yang asing dan asik di lidah. Seakan sepenuhnya sadar dan menyuruh jiwa untuk terbang menjauh ke alam khayal, jauh ke dalam hingga kamu lupa akan masalah duniawi yang sedang menghadang. Mata kemudian kamu pejamkan, berharap seutuhnya berada di sana karena gambaran menjadi jelas. Lantas kamu akan memasang musik untuk menyesuaikan suasana hati yang ruwet dengan hal pelik yang sebenarnya sedang merusak hati dan pikiran detik itu juga.

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It comes and goes.

It lifts you up. It brings you down.

It’s limitless. It knows no time. It’s been here all along.

It seeks you. It reaches you. It shapes you. It messes you up. It makes you feel good.

It works with everything in any given time and chance. It doesn’t recognize boundaries.

It’s unpredictable. Its ambivalence effect is well known.

It drives you. It stops you.

It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t say goodbye.

It stays. It’s there and has always been there for you. There’s no escape.

Nothing can beat it except determination, but it’s determined to stay. To creep inside your vein and pulse, to imprison your heart, mind, and soul.

It is that powerful.

Love? Oh, no, love, the “It” here refers to the most famous word to describe human’s condition and feeling.

“It” is Mood itself, a force to be reckoned with.

You know how sometimes you can’t articulate well your mixed up feelings even though you’ve tried hard because it’s too complicated to put into words? And then you hear a song, the lyrics and the melody explain exactly how you feel and you just stand there and listen carefully to its lyrics and memorize its melody. Next time you hear the song, you remember those moments; where you can’t explain how you feel but the song explains it to you. It’s like having other people guiding you to trace your true feelings at that moment, that this is how you feel, this is what you actually want to say, but you don’t know how to say or explain it properly, either to your friend, boyfriend, relative, or parents. Next time you feel that again and have no one to turn to, all you have to do is listen the song, forget your surrounding for a moment and just focus to the lyrics, get lost in it.

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Since the movie Gone in 60 Seconds, I’ve always been fascinated by heist movies and TV series, no matter what the case. Catch Me If You Can, Ocean’s series, Italian Job, Fast and Furious, Bank Job, Cash, The Code, etc. TV series about heist job that I love, and so far so good, is BBC’s Hustle.

There’s that series Leverage, but it’s not really my taste, enjoyable nevertheless. So to satisfy my curiosity, I googled real life con artists. Who knows maybe some notorious gang would come up. A group of con artists from Balkan ‘Pink Panther’, and then there’s the famous Spaggiari case, the unsolved case of Elisabeth Gardner Museum.

And there’s even an article about “How Con Artists Work”:

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You might think you can spot a con artist because he’s someone you instinctively “don’t trust.” But the term con artist is short for confidence artist — they gain your confidence just long enough to get their hands on your money. They can be very charming and persuasive. A good con artist can even make you believe he is really an old friend you haven’t seen in years.

Con artists do share certain characteristics, however. Even the best con can only go on for so long before people start getting suspicious. For that reason, con artists tend to move frequently. They may have a job that allows this, or they might claim to have such a job. Railroad worker, carnival worker and traveling salesman are all parts con artists play to cover up their constant relocations.

It would be impossible to catalogue every con, because con artists are inventive. While many cons are simply variations on ones that are hundreds of years old, new technologies and laws give con artists the opportunity to create original scams. Many cons tend to fall into a few general categories, however: street cons, business cons, Internet cons, loan cons and home improvement cons.

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