Enjoy Dimas!

   
    Dear fellas!
   

Haaah…quite refresh after take a short holiday to see my mum, my sis and both of my Sinchan-like nephews. Get my ass out with my bassist through whole Saturday, of course to select which is the best appeareance from all buyers comin, yeah Bong? One word, my dear friend : just move from Padang Ekspress to Playboy Indonesia, and TA-DAAA! The sun will more bright than ever! Huehehe.

Spent my Sunday with Dewz, friend from O Channel (is this quite important information? Hoy, Dews?!). From Sabang, passed Jaksa to EX, by foot. Have a discussion about the mainstream and underground dealing with Indonesian musician, consistency and some minor thread from those who calling themself  " society cop * , aah, fuck ‘em! The priciple of those who think that them who got signed by major label are "selling out", "betrayer" or another term suit for their shit-smell mouth. Yeah, like they care. This is only caused by jealousy, aight?

Huaah..got some new list in my play stuff, such as Still Remains, Trivium, 3 Inches of Blood and Caliban. Fuckin awesome! But why no release things from Trustkill comin in our major disc-shop?! Anyone wants to inform me where can i get it? Not in the form of MP3, rather liked in cassette.

February has come. Month fulfilled with love, people says. Really? Just choose all months, then make them your lovefull month, and no one will complaining you. Hehehe. One thing for me for sure, around 20-25 of this month i’ll bury myself in my bunker, face my final exam, run for my own life. Siigh.

That’s it for now. Only need to report that    *laporan diterima! Kembali ke tempat!*

Ciao.

Ini rekaman SMS2an gue barusan pas mau log-in ke FS ama kakak gue cewek atu2nya, Deasy, si bawel-narsis yg ngasih gue 2 ponakan berkelakuan Sinchan tapi berhati Unyil hwehe.

” Hoi Dim..apa kabare..lama bngt ga ada suaranya lo!”

” Yo mbak! Kbr gw baek. Sori lm g ada kbr, gw sbk ama tgs dan nata kos baru gw. Lu lg dmn mbak?”

” Lg di Tng. Kali akhir bln gw nyusul mas Aris (mas ipar gw, red). Kul lo gmn?”

” Lancar mbak (lancar dari Hongkong?!). Mama gimana? ”

” Sehat. Ga ada yg smpt dorongin wheelchairnya tuh, lo di Pdg sih hehe. Ada wahyu dr mama, Lebaran ntar semua kudu komplit pulang.”

” Okeh. Dicopy mbak. Duit tiket krm dr skrg dong hehehe.”

” Ah, plg lo mau puterin buat pacaran kan (pacaran dr Hongkong?!). Ya ntarlah. Yo wis, take care yah disono. Keep health and study hard!”

” Thnks, sis! Send my kisses to mum ya!”

Fade out. Kembali gue ngelanjutin browsing gue. Dengan haru yg tiba2 dateng. Di tengah kesibukan masing2 setiap anggota keluarga gue, pasti tetep aja ada yg merhatiin gue, walo emang ga tiap bentar gitu. Mungkin hal ini ga terlalu istimewa, kalo lo berdekatan domisilinya dgn sodara2 lo. Yeah, gue punya keluarga yg berpencar satu sama lain. Ga ada yg menetap di satu kota yg sama. Yg paling sering ngontak gue sih emang kakak gue yg cewek ini, mungkin berhubung dia emang IRT sejati dan juga keibuan *ya iyalah, emang ibu2 ini dia!* . Bukan berarti sodara gue yg lain jarang ngontak. Mas gue paling gede, yg jarak umurnya ama gue serasa ayah ama anak, sesekali SMS, dgn ciri khasnya : pendek-to the point-paling kuatnya 4 kali kirim2an abis itu udah males dia hehe. Yg nomor dua, noh di Legian sana, jarang banget sih, cuman dia sukanya nelpon. Ga taulah, mas2 gue ga kuat jarinya buat SMSan kali…

Yeah, keluarga tetep tempat berpaling yg paling ampuh. Keluarga ga pernah punya pamrih. Sodara lo ga bakal pernah mau nikam lo dari belakang, ngata2in lo macem2. Dukungan mereka tuh paling stabil, apapun tindakan yg akan, sedang dan sudah lo ambil. Perhatian mereka, biar kata mungkin ga sekenceng frekwensi perhatian pacar atau pasangan kita, bisa kita rasakan ketulusannya.

Gue terus browsing. Sambil mulai ngetik pesan buat mas gue paling gede. Say hello standar ajah. Abis itu mungkin gue mau cari wartel buat nelpon si nomor dua. Kudu cepat secara mengingat perbedaan waktu sejam diantara kami. Suddenly missing them all……

Ciao.

Sometimes old song could work currently, huh? Present this song for those feel left by their soulmate, which could be a billions in amount, hwehehehehe…

I need your arms around me, i need to feel your touch
I need your understanding, i need your love so much
You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
But when i need you baby, you never there

On the phone, long long distance
Always through such strong resistance
First you say you’re too busy
I wonder if you even miss me

Never there
You’re never there
You never, ever, ever, ever there!

A golden bird that flies away, a candles’s fickle flame
To think i held you yesterday, your love was just a game
Repeat!

You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
But when i need you baby, you’re never there
Take the time to get know me
If you want me why can’t you just show me?
We’re always on this roller coaster
If you want me why can’t you get closer?

Never there
You’re never there
You’re never, ever, ever, ever there!

P.S : don’t do something stupid when you feel being left, fellas. Pull your smile, take a deep breath, even scream as loud as tiger will shy on you, and VOILA! You will refresh! Huhuhe.

  Dear all folks.
  Yipiii, passing this hectic week finally. Many tasks to run, each too complicated for my background, ended with butterfly at my stomach and big demand to get puke…mofo. Hehehe. Then, here comes another assigments! Huh.
  Well, yesterday i accompanied my big guitarist for being a juror at one SMU music fest. Together sat at the upper side of the building, watched one by one band going mental in front there. Like being masochised by many bands. Mostly, they played Peterpan, Netral and Radja. ******. Actually, nothing wrong on their chosen song, in fact they brought the song to the audience as cruel as dog can bark. Sorry, but that’s the fact. Maybe the songs really catching, good melody for market-ear (remember the intro of ‘Jujur’ by Radja?!), but we fed up. Not to mention the combination between hot temperature, crazy smell of sweat (Gosh!) and MC without any sense of mastering the ceremony, for that the real meaning of the acronym. But at least, some bands done the best, skilled talents of playing their instruments, and deserved to win.
  My mailing list of 98′ers of Unand’s English Department presently rumoring about the phenomenon of many literature product issued under the genre of ‘chicklit’, ‘teenlit’, ‘metropop’, or many other lebels. The topic is "are they enough for being stamped as literature job?. Or it’s just the method of the publisher to raise up their benefit volume?". Me, as the moderator of that milis, suggest that at least we can view this as the next generation of Indonesian’s pure writers. Just like the booming of our local musicians, then we hope the same thing happens of our literary work. About the cynical word mentioning that these novels only sell about township condition, fulfilled with describe the cozy spot like coffes shop, office day-job athmosphere, crazy-expensive boutique and many others event when creme de la cremes of Jakarta society gather…yeah, too identic, but i think the writers only want to show all of us what their perspective of their surrounding life. Hey, Marah Rusli, STA, Hamka, Armijn Pane and many more of our great athors also done the same, right? Picturing the conditions happened around their era. Yeah, we can’t also deny that, using this booming, there are several writers write a cheap novel under the label of ……lit or ……pop. Yeah, some good some shit, OK? Choose the best for enrich our brain.
   That’s all. Thanks for lick up my writing.
   Ciao, fellas.

  …. you should here, i thought….

  enjoy every beat of rain
  togetherly crying the pain
  fight against all vain
  fill up new blood for each vein

…. you should here, i thought….

feed this instinct
warm this feeling
be there every time i blink
be the most ink for refilling

…. you should here….

…. to dismiss this miss.

One! Two! Three!

To every broken heart in here
Love was once apart, but now it’s dissapeared
She told me that it’s all part of the choices that you make
Even when you think you’re right
You have to give to take

But there’s still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And i can be at the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing!
If we’re going nowhere
Yeah we sing!
If it’s not enough
And we sing!
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

I wonder if you’re listening
Picking up in the signals
Sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like i really don’t know what’s going on
Time and time again like everything is wrong in here

Have you ever felt like you are the only creature living on this planet? Only you and this world?

Did you ever happen to be such a weirdo, trapped in the most crowded people? Without anyone to chat with? Without someone whose hand in yours?

Ever you had a demand to pack your staff and go to unexplored place? Had your samadhi contemplation there? Or went to Cape Canaveral and flied to the moon with Columbus?

Or seems like all fingers pointed at you, blamed you, cursed you?

I have no fuckin doubt that y’all had faced such an atmospheric situation, when all you wanna do is find the nearest Stratosphere and hiding there.

But, here you are! Save! Fit enough! Smile as wide as the position of your ear! You prove that you can beat them. You prove that to defeat the loneliness is such an orgasmic for you. You prove that all those obstacles only to rebuild you more stronger. You prove that only the best survive, while the loser left behind.

That does only mean;

All hell can’t stop you now