No it wasn't that sexual position that flash in that wild brain of yours when you read the headline. It also didn't related to the one of the so called tarnishing the religion of Islam 2010 video that'd been on every inch of social media since the start of this week.

It was us. Being dog. Dogged. Doggy. 

Whatever the case is, we have to admit that one thing we can't never take-out from a human being is the pain that one will suffer of being pure at heart. The fear that our either understanding will cost us a, well, recognition from the people around. This then lead to an 'ignorance' or 'purposely invented ignorance' of which we hid ourselves and our fear at the back of it.

Or simply put as 'freedom of speech is dead'.

At least, here on my facebook wall.


Sex, dream and jeans #9.

I started writing, back.

Like after how many months of should I say 'vacation', I finally made my way to write only my second entry for the year of thirteen. The last entry was in March. To be exact earlier of March. And for that particular space of time, there are fucking lots of thing happened. And about to happen. 

I miss writing and the blogspot. Not the new one, for fuck sake. This whole new template is killing me. I got myself lost here trying to justifying all the text more than to locate my parking in a seven storey basement parking. But that was the case of rarity, because what usual for me nowadays is that every time I got my feet off my car, I'll make sure that the lot no are already in my mind or my phone's photo gallery.

I told a friend about this once and his answer is no-less than a defining truth. 

"You're getting old." He answered.

"We. We're getting old." I corrected him.


Solidarity is shit.

It was a mess from the very start. Worst than any alien's invasion you watch on the big screen.

The fact that we were fighting against a crowd of people whom we shared both color and believe is hell of a problem. You can't go there opening fire and splasing bloods with the world watching. No you can't sit yours and their asses off in a table talk with a cup of tea at both end.

They were lots of talks in the social and mass media. Talks about why wait for a compromisation when already there were casualties on our side. Talks about the sovereignty that have been threatened and of sending a special trained forces to settle the draw.

It was easier said than done, really.

Yes, you can just drop a bomb and turn the whole city into a no mans land. Then create a cover up stories that it was an invasion by an outer space creature, say a left over from the space ship that wrecked the Russian's meteorites before it hit the ground, if this was a movie. Sadly, it was not.

And the damages is already done.

What you don't want now is the same shit repeating itself in the future. Another dissatisfaction, disagreement or maybe revenge. You dont want that to happen again.

So whatever the solutions is, it must be thorough. Clear and fair for both contigent and continent.

Because after all it was not their shoulder that burdened the responsibilities. It was not their hand that'll soak with blood later and it was not even their right that was denied.

Solidarity is shit, it goes for both side.