Don’t Cry for Messi, Argentina

It won’t be easy
You’ll think it’s strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That we still need your goal
After all that it’s done
You won’t believe me
All we want to see
Is a goal we once knew
Although it’s time up to ninety
And thirty with you

I had to let it happen
I had to change
Couldn’t stay all my life down at Brazil
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I chose to move on
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too

Don’t cry for Messi, Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance

And as for fortune and as for fame
We always rely on you
Though it seemed to the world
You were all I desired
You are illusions
You’re not the solutions
You promise to be
The answer was a goal all the time
I love your goal and hope you make it too

Don’t cry for Messi, Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance

Have I said to much?
There’s nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
Is a goal for us to see
That every word is true



by Shayda Abazari (new addition to the Beacon staff)
graphic by Savannah Tate

My Dearest Argentina,

Guess who?! It’s your favorite national fútbol team captain! Okay, so maybe not favorite. We may or may not have lost the final match of a little tournament known as the 2014 FIFA World Cup to Germany on Sunday, but it’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise! Let me explain.

In my defense (no pun intended), the whole “losing the World Cup” thing was really just a misunderstanding. See, I figured since our team had done so well in the semi-finals using our infallible strategy of not letting the ball touch the net until the start of the penalty kicks, why bother to change our ways for the final? When I pointed this out to Coach Sabella, he was totally on board, and, by the looks of the first 113 minutes…

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Itu arti filosofi dari jarik.
Artinya jangan iri terhadap orang lain.
Tapi bisa juga diartikan menjadi jangan serik kalau dibilang kampungan ndeso.
Lantaran ketinggalan jaman dan ketinggalan mode.
Walaupun itulah yang dipakai para bangsawan Jawa.
Bahkan ada istilah lain yang lebih anggun yaitu aristokrat Jawa.

JArang diliRIK.
Memang itulah keadaannya.
Semakin ditinggalkan oleh kebanyakan dari kita.

JAngan diliRIK.
Kalau ini adalah peringatan  buat para penggemar berat busana Jawa.
Soalnya sekali lirik bisa-bisa tergoda dan hawa nafsu bisa naik sampai kepala.

diJAbarkan dan ditaRIK.
Itulah cara memakainya.
Dibuka dan ditarik mengelilingi pinggang  kuat-kuat.

kalau JAlan diliRIK.
Kalau sudah memakai busana ini, kain kebaya.
Bisa-bisa orang lain pada ngelirik begitu lihat kita berjalan.

kalau JAlan meliRIK.
Sementara buat pemakainya sendiri bisa-bisa jalan sambil lirak-lirik.
Soalnya malu terlihat begitu anggun dan lain daripada yang lain.

rela diJAjah asal menaRIK
Seluruh badan dari kaki sampai kepala rela dipakaikan sandal jinjit, jarik,  corset, kebaya dan sanggul.
Asal akhirnya bisa tampil cantik dan anggun.

JAdilah putRI Kartini
Inilah yang biasa didengungkan di hari yang bertanggal 21 April.
Meneladani pahlawan emansipasi wanita Indonesia.
Entah cuma soal pakaiannya  ataupun sampai ke ideologinya.
Sekali lagi, selamat hari Kartini !

bluewalk1 bluewalk2

Programming crossdressing

do {

if  your face not wear any makeup {

put on makeup ;


if   you are still wearing a man’s dress {

undress ;

pick a woman’s dress ;

wear it ;


if  your feet are still not wearing a woman’s shoes {

pick a woman’s shoes ;

put it on your feet ;


if your hair doesn’t support your appearance {

put on a wig on your head ;


} while not completed

do {

express your self in front of a mirror ;

try to talk like a woman ;

try to behave like a woman ;

try to walk like a woman ;

} while not getting bored

if want more challenge {

going out ;


if want more satisfaction {

seek dating friend or masturbating;


Who Am I ?

Who am I anyway ?

My ID card says that I am a male, but some said that I look like a female

Who am I anyway ?

I have a cock, but I also have small breasts too at least that’s what I think

Who am I anyway ?

I have a rare moustache and a rare beard, but I also like to wear makeup

Who am I anyway ?

My real hair is so thin,  so I like to wear women  wig

Who am I anyway ?

I have  Adam’s apple, but I like to try talking  like a woman

Who am I anyway ?

Some called me sir, but I like to wear women dress

Who am I anyway ?

Am I someone who drunk or someone who confused about myself or  someone who thinks upside down ?

What’s in a name ?

What’s in a name ?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

What’s in a name ?

A lady  which named “Di” by any other name would smile as sweet

What’s in a name ?

A lady  which named “Boy” by any other name would smile as sweet ?

What’s in a name ?

A lady  which named “Boy” in Thailand by any other name would smile sweeter and more perfect  ?

What’s in a name ?

A lady  which named “Boy” in Thailand by any other name would look more perfect  and more gorgeous ?

So, what’s in a name ?

If she’s more beautiful than a lady, she must be  a ladyboy !


They said that it was a kind of poem

That consists of fourteen rows

As a poem if it was written by a poet

It contains a deep meaning

As a  literary work  it  is certainly has a high value

More over in Indonesia it has many lovers

But it’s more special because it really rhymes

And really has a melody and has music accompaniment

People who listen to it even may sway and dance

But if you don’t want to listen to it, indeed too

In Indonesia we say “sungguh terlalu”

Because it is a name of a Malay Orchestra led by Rhoma Irama

Who often says “sungguh terlalu”

Maybe you who are not from Indonesia don’t understand

For this I’m sorry, but I just try to make a funny thing about Soneta

In order to participate in  NaPoWriMo

I hope this poem can be entertaining and not offensive

One Moment In Time


The quote above coincidentally comes from Stephen King who is famous with contemporary horror, suspense, science fiction and fantasy. But indirectly we experienced it consciously or not.

From my childhood when I started to go to school. The first day at class with new friends whose still strangers for me. Until my mother guarded me. Then when I learnt to ride a bike and I had to fall over and over.

It still continued until I became adult and tried to find a job. I was still afraid of the job, whether I could handle it or not. Then when I choose to live independent and bought a house. I was afraid with the new environment, new neighbours and the house itself. Whether I could feel comfortable like at home or not.

And at last when I have a plan to open a business of my own, I’m afraid whether the business can going well and develop or not.

Not to  mention  my identity itself which is can called as third gender. When I opened facebook account, at the beginning I hesitated and afraid with my identity.

It’s in contrary with my hobby blogging, at the beginning I just do it with fad and not seriously. Even I didn’t suspect that my blog can  be crowded with visitors. Although I did all my postings whether it’s an article, photos or videos with seriously.

Fortunately, I faced that scariest moments one by one. One moment in time. And so my life  journal still continues.