Enjoy Dimas!

Kemana harus langkah ini termaktub,
ketika tubuh kuyup semua pintu tertutup dan kata terhalang mulut yang mengatup.

hei. semua dari kita punya kenangan, manis atau tidak itu nisbi.
tapi itu tetap tidak untuk dimusnahkan.
diganyang
bahkah setengah mati
kita cerca-hina-dina.

hiduplah berdampingan dengan damai pada kenanganmu
suka atau tidak, kamu yang memulainya dulu
perlukah mengingkarinya?
menyerapahinya?
percuma

jangan pura-pura. jangan acuhkan. terima dan jadikan pelajaran.

Good day fellas.

Terduduk menahan sakit perut karena duduk pas di bawah AC, disinilah gue. Lagi-lagi di warnet teman di S. Parman, berjuang mengatasi mata yg susah amat diajak temenan. Sambil menutup kuping dgn headphone segede walapdolin berisi file Phil Collins. Sambil berusaha acuhin suara anak2 di depan gue yg tabah bermain Counter Strike di pagi Natal 2005 ini. Semoga ga ada teror bom seperti yg sudah2 beberapa taon seblumnya di beberapa daerah lain. Ups, gue lupa gue ada di Pdg, yg jarang banget ada teror seperti itu. Gimana nggak, disini yg minoritas (baca: etnis Tionghoa), udah seperti disatuin di satu daerah, dan jarang banget yg membaur (baca : pemukimannya) di tengah etnis non-mereka. Tapi gue salutnya, disini temen2 kita yg bermata sipit ituh pada pake bahasa lokal semua (imagine Tionghoa Surabaya ya, jgn Cina Medan!). Kayaknya jarang banget yg masih pada bisa bahasa Hokkian or dialek lainnya.

  Eh, ini suasananya Natal apa Imlek sih? Bahasannya ga konsisten ginih huehehe. Oh ya, off to the topic, teror.

  But, teror ga hanya bisa berupa bom. Teror bisa banyak ragamnya. Lo hacker, then you’re terrorist, as long you do that to damage purpose. Lo ngebacotin org lain sembarangan ga pake otak (bisa jadi karena cairan otak lo udah kering ato emang lo dilahirin dgn kondisi medis otak diminimalisir kapasitasnya), then you as retard as terrorist. Nulis di berbagai media, menghujat dgn mengedepankan emosi dan ngebelakangin mental, anonim pula, ya sama aja kayak anak imbesil belum diterapi yg tau2 disuruh ikut kursus buat ambil brevet Pajak. Geblek. Gue sering tuh liat yg begituan di kampus gue. Atau kyk di surat pembaca koran2 lokal dan nasional.

   Gue ga berpretensi, ga bertendensi apa2 disini selain cuman mau nyaranin biar kita2 bisa ikut gede seiring umur. Lo boleh mau pake style apapun, ngomong secablak gimanapun, selama itu semua bisa diimbangin ama kedewasaan berpikir. Ato bisa juga berprinsip cuek sekalian : mind your own business! Jgn nyenggol orang kalo ga mau dibales. Mungkin berat kali yee, apalagi kultur disini rata2 begitu, kalo gak ngurusin org seharii aja, kayanya langsung kena pengapuran tulang sumsum belakang, gelisah nyari korban lain. Prinsip manusia itu makhluk sosial bukan yg salah kaprah kayak gitu! So, better to refresh your mind! Sori, ini juga tulisan dibuat sambil nahan sesak p*p, abis masuk angin sih huehehehe.

   Ciao. Buabye.

Dear fellas.

Wise man said, one come and one go. This only a regular circumstance take place in this galaxy. Happened toward friendship,relationship, even happy marriage. The most sucks thing is,in my band,it’s happen twice. First is my vox-partner, Van,secondly the chinese-looking bassist Ibong. I know clearly, and two other left member might also, that it’s just a phase for them. Van trying to looks a new brand life, by travelling Parung-Jakarta-Pekanbaru. Ibong create his own new life by working at Jawa Pos Office, Jakarta. Honotjoroko remain only three!

It’s kind of easy to find another man to fulfill, but not that simple. I’m talk about chemistry here. Building a band similar as building a family, with same tune and riff in our head. We’re not only closely connected on-stage, but also out-stage. The formation of present Honotjoroko felt so complete to me. Stupid jokes, chaos athmosphere inside the studio (Bullet In the Head in reggae version, anyone?), and energetic perfomance on-stage. Damn!! When will this happen again toward us, completely?

Huh. Stop grumbling about this. Life is just a phase, right?

Buabye.

Rain. Pedestrian. Headphone. Waiting.

Memories. Rain. Shoes. Leaf falling down.

Alone. Walking by. Rain. Cap.

Picking up. Umbrella. Close but far. Rain.

                             to the faithful departed

Dear fellas.
Have you ever felt like a jerk, when eat totally of 4 middle-size durian, alone? Sebenarnya ngga total dewean sih, cuman kita belinya 11 buah berhubung rombongan kelas gue yg fieldtrip ke Alahan Panjang kemaren ada 8 ditambah 3 org lagi. Taunya, cuma dua orang yg kuat, yg lainnya nyerah di buah ke 5 atau ke 6, paling ngegrogotin dikit-dikit. Tinggal gue ama Rian, yg masih (sok) tangguh ampe buah terakhir. And, the society started to grumble! Pas latian ama band, jam 9 malemnya, gue sendawa. Dan – tanpa bermaksud jorok2an -, sendawa durian udah sama kualitas baunya kaya kentut biasa, so, gimana kentutnya? Jadi, emang kudu dibuat AMDALnya bagi siapa saja penikmat maniak durian yg memakan lebih dari 3 buah. Huehehe.

About my band, nothing special happen. There’s a new song in progress. Instead sounds like Rage Against the Machine, our biggest influence, this song will refer to Poison The Well meet Thursday in de La Rocha’s birthday (only de la Rocha, not the rest of RATM). Hehehe, quiet exaggerating yak? Namanya juga band sendiri…Sementara musik-musik yg ada di player gue malah dari Beastie Boys, Cypress Hill dan Public Enemy, walau Dredg tetep ga lupa (sumpah, album baru mereka top abis. Dredg gelo siah!)

Tetep aja gue masih insomnia-an. Goddamn!

Tapi tetep demen ujan, even in a bloody 20 Celcius degree in Alahan Panjang and decrease another 3 degree in Danau di Bawah (dan kenapa gue jadi sok tau gitu berapa derajat dinginnya pas di sana? )

Tetep dgn walkman di kuping kemana-mana. Dan Aqua eceran.

Tetep semangat, fellas!

Dear fellas.
Saturday evening in Pdg. Quite cloudy, accompanied with quite cold weather - something rarely happen in this region. I’m typing this blog at my friend’s net-shop on S. Parman, brand new one but less privacy. Anyhow, it still works for me.
Have you guys ever suffer from insomnia? Total or medium level, it doesn’t matter. The definition remain the same : it’s sucks, man! When you must awake twice or three times, even more, while the others flying around their dream, both dry or wet Or, you spend the night totally on your book, your computer, see the sky or something else, without can do anything since you not wanna do that actually. It will be different with those who stay awake caused by footbal live footage on TV. They do it just because they want to. They demand it. And get satisfied after it.
Yeah, i’m the football-holic, actually. Everytime my fav team, MU, play in Champion League, i enforced myself to bury awake in front of TV (and still those players were failed to go to next stage of the Championship..moron!). BUT, i got a very bad insomnia now. Mmm, started from about two weeks ago, i think. Get up caused by a bad dream every 30 - 45 minutes, all night long. ALL NIGHT LONG! Have tried to do another things before sleep such as make a rehearsal with my band, spending time at our fav spot drinking kopitarik, listen to music through my play- stuff (try Killswitch Engage, or Dredg instead), write some poem which can be transferred into the band’s new song. I done those activities, so my body will tired to maximum level and hope that it will make me sleepy.
The fact is : the body remain damaged, but the eyes won’t closed. Fffffffffaaaaaaakkkk. Gosh.
I don’t wanna drink such as medicinal treatment for my condition, eventhough this makes me like a low-battery handphone in the morning , when i need a better power to face the hard day. How to erase my bad dream? Also try to do night prayer, but still it won’t help. Have any suggestion?
Now the time shows me the postion of 16.50. I have to do, or to repeat, activities which pick me up to the same night like the previous one. Poor Dimas…
Good day, fellas. Hope that you never face such like my condition!!

Hey fellas!

Iseng, membunuh waktu stelah seharian beredar di jalanan, mampir di warnet di bilangan Jati, Pdg. Ketemu kawan lama yg ambil master di Malaysia, Aan, yg sukses mencekoki kami dgn kisah percintaannya yg monarkis abis.

Gue mau bagi cerita dikit. Yang sering hang out ama gue pasti tau kalo salah satu habit gue adalah bercerita, mostly the funny one. Yg pasti cerita ini ga bermakna apa-apa selain ngibur aja. Juga bagi yg udah tau, kalem aja di situ bacanya ya.

Gue mulai :

Jadi ada nih, seorang cowok. Suatu sore dia berdiri di sebuah jembatan yg sepi dan tinggi banget dari sungai di bawahnya. Gestur nih anak kayanya mau bunuh diri. Tampangnya juga kaya dilipat tujuh gitu. Hopeless banget dah pokoknya.

Pas lagi mulai siap2 lompat, tau2 ada jin (ifrit apa Aladin, terserah penafsiran aja) mampir dan buru2 mencegah tindakan si cowok. Terus tuh jin nanya : " ada apa man, kok desperate gitu tampangnya?" . Si cowok ngejawab : " ga ada, akyu (loh kok jadi kaya bencong? hehe, go back!) pengen bunuh diri aja.." " Eh, jangan, dosa tau!! " , si jin ngomong, "Gini aja deh, lo boleh ngajuin request apapun, yg akan gue kabulin, asal lo jgn bunuh diri "

" Oh ya? For real??"

" Sure!" balas si jin

" Gue minta dibuatin jembatan dong jin. Dari sini (btw, lokasi tuh jembatan di suatu tempat di Pdg aja kita katakan) nembusnya ampe ke Vegas. Bisa ngga?"

" Bah! (jinnya jadi Batak, red) gue emang jin, tapi mintanya jgn yg aneh2 gitu dong. Gue ga sanggup. Tuker aja requestnya yak "

Si cowok mikir dikit, terus

" OK, gue tuker."

" Sederhana aja sih "

" Gue cuman pengen dikasi akal pikiran yg bisa ngertiin apa yg dimauin cewek gue. Gue pengen tau apa aja yg bisa ngebahagiain dia, dan kemudian mengusahakannya agar terkabul. Gue pengen bisa dikasih clue, apa2 aja yg boleh dan apa2 aja yg jangan, jadi gak pernah ada kesalah pahaman di antara kami, yg biasanya jadi bikin berantem dan bikin kami makin menyakiti. Jadi, please my beloved jin, kasih gue indra perasa dan pembaca pikiran kayak gitu.."

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"…….."

Si jin ngapus air mata (jin bisa nangis? red). Kemudian,

" Jembatannya mau berapa lajur? Mau diaspal beton, hotmix apa pake paving block? Di cat warna apa? Sampe Vegas aja apa gue sambung ampe San Fransisco? "

"…….."

ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE.

Good day, fellas

Dear fellas
Hhh. What a weather here in Pdg. When your skin infected by an enourmous supply of Vitamin D from the sun, suddenly it changes into a heavy rain combined with such a small taifun.

Rain never be my favourite scene before. Always sorrowing about that. Getting wet like an ugly-full-of-scars cat after walk under 2 hours rain is one of my most hated circumstances. But, that’s a past. I love rain so much now. Enjoying it, also. Not by take a shower underneath it with a sachet of shampoo, of course. I love to see the line of the water falling down to the earth surface. I love to hear the sound when they - the water - meet their colleague, the land. Instead of think that rain is a disaster, i prefer to assume it as a bless. Yes, blessing. There was also a special case that connected me and rain. Special occasion which started my devotion toward rain. And, on top of it all, special things that happened to be a truly blessing for me. Only three side; me, God and one person who knows this thing.

Another impact to be live in this galaxy is a crash. Yes, crash. Like that happen between car and car, or train and car, and lots of examples. And one biggest accident occurs against me now. Blam! Just like a suspicious ghost who died before he knows exactly what is really happened, and suddenly he fly up there while he see his body lying down there. CONFUSED. SHOCKED. And then only to fly around the place where accident take places, feel an urgently desire to know what is really happen. Ask and bother people around the ‘TKP’.

But, instead for being such a living ghost, i prefer to live my life again. Get up, even there’s a big wound opened. Wake up and walk, even run, just to achieve my goal. And i believe, i’ll always have a chance to grab back what i’m missed currently. . .

Rain pouring down again. Instead of feeling blue, i feel red in my head. See this as brand new blessing.

Good day, fellas.

P.S : By reading this, it doesn’t concluded that i’ll change my band’s mainstream into Emo….hwehehehe. Metal rules!!