Revelance?

Recently, I read an article by 501places.com about what makes a great blog. I can't really remember all the pointers but the one thing that stuck to my mind is... how relevant is your blog compared to others? What is it that you say that differs you from other people's entry?
Yeah sure you're unique and you're writing is 'original' and no one else can do it, and THAT probably is for the best, but what is it that YOUR saying that is worth writing?

If it's a personal blog, then that is you're prerogative. But if you have bigger goals or want to say something worth heard and YOU WANT TO BE HEARD then... better vogue and make a stand!

As for me, this time I'm not going to be relevant nor significant in this discursus (while it is not a discursus), I will only refer to someone that has said somethings that I have had on my mind on a few issues and have express them better and faster than me. I will support this dude for his relevant views which are spot on to what I believe.

I'm vogueing behind number 2, 7, 8, 9, and 11. Oh and I do like his latest column in the Jakarta Post feature or something, last weekend. I don't stand behind all of them. For some, well we're not from the same habitat so, I don't know what he's talking about. However, I do somewhat dig this dude for he is fairly traditional to a very modern surrounding that he lives in. Keepizle it rizzle indizzle!

Now how relevant is that?

God, I need a brain check!

A side of romantism

I know I talk quite a bit about love, my love life, and other crap about it... but I'm a melancholic and some what romantic, may it be a conventional definition or not, I am. So, I can never get enough love. Who can?
And a few things stirred this part of me lately...

I was first tickled by Chuck of the series Gossip Girl.


It's been a while since I had a crush on a fictional character, and I felt like a teenager again. So sue me :D. But turns out my fascination is not of Chuck... not alone to be exact. It's Chuck and Blair. I haven't felt so envious of a fictional pair for sometime. I'm definitely one of the oh so many fans of this -scheming bitch and the powerful arrogant boy- couple. Not only are they powerful, they 'plan' well, and not to mention full of ambition and guts to do what ever is necessary for their goals even though it will take 'lives'. Now that's rock and roll, honey! But back to the romanticism of it all.... I think they're romantic because they're broken people which meet eventually. I always find broken people finding love in each other quite satire and romantic.

Another thing that is romantic is the song 'Follow the Cops Back Home' by Placebo. And nooo... it's not because I watched their concert, although it did bring the song a lot more alive watching it live. There some warmth in the story of the song, how -probably- again, about broken people doing things together and sharing so much feeling and experience in the presence of each other. For subjective reasons, I feel so much emotion trying to imagine all the events in this song. Ah.. young and stupid and meaningful, present and future.

Here is a read through their lyrics.

The call to arms was never true
Time to imbibe here’s to you
I’ll tell you stories bruised and blue
Of drum machines and landslides

Just one more round before we’re through
More psychedelic yuppie flu
It’s such a silly thing to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
Let’s take a ride and push it through
Suspended animation glue
Blame it on apartheid

Let’s spend the night in Jimmy shoes
I’ll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I’ll give you nothing else to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
I’m medicated, how are you?
Let’s take a dive, swim right through
Sophisticated points of view

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

So, that's a piece of romanticism for you. It's not valentine or the day I found love,... it's just 2:45 am.