"Please don't wear red tonight."
This is what I said tonight.
For red is the colour that will make me blue,
In spite of you, it's true,
Yes it is, it's true.
(beatles-yes it is)

what's wrong with red?
not much. red is impulsive. it's not the color of evil, if devil wore red suits or bra, it's because they're too obvious to state what's in their mind with a simple action like wearing red shoes with a big big smile..(who would resist such appealing creature?)

i joined this meditation club for only a month(can't take another silence sequel.. duuuuh...), but i learned a lot from that 45 minutes lessons from a balinese man wearing white abaya with his -buddha calm look-bule assistant. after preaching for 30 mins, we started the meditation. he started by turning on the RED lamp. there were only 6 of us, in a small room, loaded by red light.. and we meditate. the secret of meditation, he said, is not to think of nothing, but we choose a subject to see in our mind, and stick to it. learn to focus your mind. well, ok.. in the red silence chamber my head is loaded with the cat i saw earlier so adorable, the street artist begging for money, the beach in sabang, my mom angry, and saying, damn, damn, i can't focus, oh god, this bali suhu guy knows what im thinking, he knows i cant focus.. look at that bule girl, her face so soothing like mother mary statue..and.. i failed it..
Red is the color of truth, the bali suhu said. we all are lights, comes from the one enormous light out there, or in here. we all one. we all the red lights. where can we see our light? it's in the middle of your forehead, he pointed his head. being good is easy, being evil is not easy because it costs you a lot of burden to bear. that heavy burden will diminish the light you have that you can see in your forehead. when your burden is not that heavy, living easy, being good to others, your soul light will shine, right in the middle of your forehead..
ok, sure boss.. that's easy to take..
i cant say that im addicted to the meditation healing. to sit down and fold your legs for minutes is unbearable..
its not the meditation that i'm longing for..
it's the color that followed me..
the idea of our color is red.. and the red color sticked to my eyes for hours..
i cant live without it again..
well, red.. is my color..
(especially red nine west shoes..hehe..)

red is passionate..
serving god, supposed to be passionate.
it's like the nun picture in this vatican church holding a spear, her face was trembled of ecstasy, the joy of being passionate to serve.
being good is being passionate, of serving.