indonesia

I'd gotten on the piss and it had kicked me the fuck off. Hard.

I'd gotten high enough to fly through time.

Your choices can only be limited by your mind.

That's one of those questions that you think of a better answer for five minutes after you've answered it.

Sure, I might not be someone to look up to, but you're no role model either.

You need a break every once in a while to enjoy the everyday and you need the everyday to enjoy the break you take every once in a while.

She's happy to be home but being home means that it's an end to her adventure and escape.

However, with a gut full of heroin, it's hard to be an optimist.

The day, like all good days, passed far too quickly.

I figured this guy was a fair dinkum Australian. The type of guy that worked the land all day, cracked open a beer or two at night and called girls 'sheilas'.

People are raised to believe that happiness is the land to which they are destined to travel. But that belief, which one so easily accepts as true, might just as well be a mirage.

There's no need to blame fate or destiny for a stupid decision.

There has to be at least one other reason besides money that makes you do the things that you do.

During the Japanese invasion, bombs had fallen from the sky and people could run for cover. Now, they exploded in the middle of the road, or in the fields while people were playing soccer.

Your imagination and some masturbation is a much better alternative to finding out what kind of person a bit of casual sex transforms you into.

Don't get me wrong, she was an attractive girl, but the last thing she needed was to get mixed up with me.

Writing is the only way to change the world without leaving bed.

I've often heard people say, __our country is beautiful, a virtual paradise._ When will the people of Indonesia be as beautiful as their land, with a civilization and culture that contributes to the greater beauty of humankind and no longer smothers and strangles the mind?