City of Mojojo

CITY OF MOJOJO

It is not my best drawing because I'm not a good artist at all when it comes to draw.

However, drawing is one of the things I could do when I got bored in the office.

By using paper which is no longer used I draw the picture below; perhaps you still could see the line which is used to be a table and some typed words. 

I don't know why I dedicated this drawing for Mojojo, he is just flying to my mind and instantly it becomes my favorite character because he brought me back to the time when watching cartoon is the most activity I looked forward to during holiday.

One Sunday Morning

One Sunday morning I met your eyes 

Your coolest wise and then your smiles

And the next morning I saw you and your lot

In the school parking lot you seemed alone in the riot

Tuesday’s a sunniest day ever in my life

We’re shaking hands and then I knew your name

Wednesday I knew that you know I’m alive

Not just hoping like a nerdy lame

Thursday I knew that you’re a least talker

Chewing over your answer for so long

Ending it up doubting your own words

Hei love on Friday I were waiting for your answer

Saturday the worst weekend I had

You said no as the answer

The late I tried to get you out of my head

But you there as my dream weaver

This Sunday morning now I’m meeting your eyes

Still with your coolest wise though without your smile

And in this morning you’re not with your lot

There a fake Barb in your arm with a damn stupid smile 

Repost: How I Go by Yellowcard

I could tell you the wildest of tales

My friend, the giant and traveling sales

Tell you all the times that I failed

The years all behind me the stories exhaled

And I'm drying out

Crying out

This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall

Who said life's a circus and so we are small

Tell you of a girl that I saw

I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out, crying out

This isn't how I go

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow, flow

Son, I am not everything

You thought that I would be

But every story I have told

Is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs

Floating along as a melody comes

And my heart beats like Timpani drums

Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out, crying out

This isn't how I go

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow, flow

Let it flow, let it flow

Son, I am not everything

You thought that I would be

But every story I have told

Is part of me

Son, I leave you now

But you have so much more to do

And every story I have told

Is part of you

Repost: Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

Or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

Partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

Partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

It is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still

As solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

In the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth

Between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

Except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick

Which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time

And the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

Just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

At a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

And what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

When they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

Or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse

It seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

Which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

That You Love Me As Well

When I’m staring at the moon light

In the dark night along with the pole stars

I feel like whole of my life is longing

To meet the half part of my lovely soul and heart

Now I’m just getting it into my head

That’s you are all that I’ve had

But all that I could get

It’s hard for you to say

The three magic spells

That you love me as well

Coming from the Same Past

I’ve been waiting for so long

I’ve been searching all alone

Just to be with you

With some broken hearts and tears

With sadness and miseries

I know one day I’ll find you

Thousand paths to take

Thousand lost to face

Finally I meet you

Many gates I’ve entered

Many doors that have been closed

To lead me close to you

Now I’ve found you love

Now you’ve found me love

Now we have found who to trust

You just stole my heart 

When you say my name

And all sadness goes away

Thousand miles that break us

Thousands time that had passed

That don’t even bother us

Coz we’re coming from the same past

I’ve been waiting for so long

I’ve been searching all alone

With some broken hearts and tears

With sadness and miseries

Thousand paths to take

Thousand lost to face

Finally I meet you

Many gates I’ve entered

Many doors that have been closed

To lead me close to you

Traveling to the Past

Traveling to the past…

Is either like happy seeing an old friend

And happy dragging him to his end

Traveling to the past…

Will bring you a good story to tell

And will give you the memory to expel

Traveling to the past…

Kind of dim to light on

Or film to burn on

Traveling to the past…

Likes the two-sided coin 

Undivided until the last

This Time

When the sun goes down, I walk by the river side

When the dawn comes, I walk through my doors and welcome the sun light

When the sun shines in the mid-day I know that I’ll be alright

Coz I know that you will always by my side

Night is coming with million stars start blinking and shining

Universe seems right but not when I start crying

Listening to the Beatles’ singing

Our love song’s lying while it tells your love is everlasting

Coz now I know that you’re no longer here and you’re leaving me here… weeping

Tears falling

Start weeping

Non-stop moaning

Feel like dying

God save me

From all this pain and despair

And give me such a happy ending

Should I wish to turn back the time

Coz past was great and life was fine

You were there and you were mine

Though I know you’d break me up in time

Or should I move on to start a new life

Though I know future is uncertain stuff

And without you, the future might be bright

So, I could find someone that’s right

This time

Yeah I should move on to have a new life

Though I know future is uncertain stuff

And without you, my future will be bright

So, I could find someone that’s right

This time

Stranger's Place

I just woke up and found nothing to find out

I just stood up and found nothing to hold on, hold on

I’ve been lost out, in the land with no way out

I’ve been abducted, by the mind of my own thought

I feel like in the stranger’s place

I don’t even know one familiar face

All that I need is not more than a space

For myself

Only for myself

The wind is singing in my ears

Whispering nice words and stories

I just wanna like what the wind feels

Singing along with birds and without wearies

I’m without wearies

I feel like in the stranger’s place

I don’t even know one familiar face

All that I need is not more than a space

For myself

I feel like in the stranger’s place

I don’t even know one familiar face

All that I need is not more than a space

For myself

Only for my...self

The Wind is singing in my ears

Whispering nice words and stories

I just wanna like what the wind feels

Singing along with birds and without wearies

I’m without wearies

Book Review: The Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan

Just finished reading The Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan a couple days ago. Well, I’ve been waiting to read this third series of Heroes of Olympus.

The stories started with Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdes, Piper McLean, Jason Grace and middle-age satyr Coach Gleeson Hedge in Argo II which finally found Camp Jupiter. The more significant event from this chapter is how nervous Annabeth was. She never trusted Jason Grace and she always thought that this guy always had a chance to turn them into prisoners and with Argo II they were directly entering Jason Grace’s boundaries, which mean, it was almost the same like they were entering their own prisons willingly. Well, it wasn’t the thing that made Annabeth nervous because she was a girl with a thousand plans, there is always plan B to back up plan A as well as plan C to back up plan B and so on. No, it wasn’t, she was nervous because she had been searching Percy for almost 6 months with no significant result and at this time she was staring at Camp Jupiter and Percy was there.

Back In Town

Have you ever wonder why?
Why I never get back to this town
And why I have to come back now
While there so many things I don’t want to look back

There’s so much things that made me cry
Though I know that’s part of how I could reach high
I decided to not ever give an eye
And learning well how to smile back
And learning well how to stand firm
Without my past

Sad story lines
Only make me cry
Though never hurt my heart
That is kept safely inside
Until I get back to this town
Find a key that will open my heart up

Have you ever wonder why?
Why I never get back to this town
And why I have to come back now
Coz I Want to cry for one more time
For one more time
I want to cry
For one more time

And learning well how to smile back
And learning well how to stand firm
Without my past

A Story about A Girl

There is a story about a girl
Solving mystery of what loves are
One thing to worry here's come the weary
There is no body to be her fairy

Standing in a line waiting for turn

She thinks she will get what she deserves

Oh no Oh no

Life is not always like what you meant to be

Someone that you love might turn back and leave

People you depend on laugh when you're crying

But one thing for sure, you're no longer you are

There is a story about a girl

Solving mystery of what loves are

One thing to learn here that life is changing

The chance for the girl to free and flying

Saturday Night

Nothing that is wrong to spend your Saturday night alone
Reading novels and listening to your favorite love song
There is nobody you should share your favorite ice cream cone
And you could wear your warm ugly pajamas all night long


You may hear your friends talking about their amazing dates
While the only phone call you got is only from your sad dad
Who was crying on the death of his ugly furry cat named Red
And you should go home to take him away from its grave

Sometimes you should listen to your heart
Sometimes you should just follow the flow
Sometimes you should deal with your thought
Sometimes you should just enjoy the glow

Don't even bother with your lost
Or jealous to your friends' toasts
Coz you will always have the toys
So you know how to live happily without the boys

Nothing that is wrong to spend your Saturday night alone
Reading novels and listening to your favorite love song
There is nobody you should share your favorite ice cream cone
And you could wear your warm ugly pajamas all night long

Don't even bother with your lost
Or jealous to your friends' toasts
Coz you will always have the toys
So you know how to be happy without the boys

Story Behind the Rain Drops

Staring out to the world behind
The drops of the rain
Staring out to the world across the sea
To tell this story
Looking back to the time when I
Still lived in pain
Which would never coming back
But through the story

Story for the wishers
Story for the prayers
Story for those who search
For LOVE

Standing up behind the big wall
And learning how to climb
Standing up by the seashore
And learning how to surf the ocean
Speaking up what on your thought
To release them go
Keeping up them for your own
And then nobody would ever know

Story for the wishers
Story for the prayers
Story for those who search for LOVE

Staring out to the world behind
The drops of the rain
Staring out to the world across the sea
To tell this story
Standing up behind the big wall
And learning how to climb
Keeping up them for your own
or release them go