Enjoy Dimas!

funny
to see how the world is reversed to be
when that’s more easier

to create enemy instead of being free
from all prejudices ; don’t you realize?

heart made from flesh, then its tends to elastic
sometimes it’s bowing down ; other time it’s gigantic
but seems yours made from stone
everything mustn’t forgiven and hadn’t forgotten

turn to compare, then time will not to cover
many damages should be considered over
this is not a game of war or conqueror

do change your perception
a half filled glass is not half-empty; its half- full potion
history kept at its propriate place
just let all happen as your single trace
not afraid to face
otherwise you lose the race

HEAD UP FOR DIGNITY
KNEE DOWN FOR MISTAKES
   

  Dear folks!

  Wondering why, but seems like everything has been turn reversed in this country. When we on elementary school back then, we’ve been taught that season in Indonesia divided into two, rainy in July-December (and don’t you remember to dealing it with ‘mber’, ‘ember’, aren’t u? If not, you must been studied on SLB then, hwehhehehe), and dry in January-June. Nowadays, everything occurs counter that theory. This February rain fall hardly. Not to mention that yesterday i must got wet for cleared my home’s tunnel, hand in hand with my loovely ‘induk semang’, while the road has been flooded for up of your knee level. Gosh! Think that this P-Town will has a same destiny with Atlantis : dissapearead by extra-huge flood deep down there on the sea, and one of monumental tourism spot then is the room which Dimas had ever stayed, actually now with the new inhabitant of Patrick and Spongebob…Ooh, so cute!

   Hey, i’m sober, allright? Don’t worry. None of alcohol nor durian had fed into my belly. Hehehe.

   Still, separated from feeling so suck being wet like cat under heavy rain, i’m remaining love to watch every spot when the water collide with ground. Still enjoy the freshness smell of soil being watered after dried for a whole day. Still warmed for it’s coolness.

   Deep Condolence for ibu Pani Pranoto, my sister’s mom-in-law, passed away on last Thursday. May Allah lay Almarhumah beside… and i can’t stand it anymore for facing two deaths in a week.

   I’m starviiing.

   Horas!

  * Did you ever ask the sky ; not to cloud again, to fly again? *

  * Did you ever ask the sun ; not to hide again, to run again? *

  * I’m waiting for the rain, i’m waiting for the reign *

Sitting alone outside my cold room. The door remain opened.
Accompanied by Djoko the cat, loco mosquitos, a tin of A&W, and low voices from Pure Saturday.
This silly cat already fed up. That’s why he just lay down his head upon my knee. Tends to sleep.
Outro " Di Bangku Taman" already fade up. This song is amazing. No wonder one band establish       their name by the title.

Observe that empty house in front of my room. Quite spooky, but also peaceful. Dark, but beauty indeed.
Smash at one or two mosquitos. Trying not to disturb Djoko from his sleep.
Look up at the sky. Cloudy. Has been like this for three nights. For once, a lightning struck.
Upstairs, there’s a song from other inhabitant. Don’t know for sure, but might be Taiwan singer.

PS got changed by Hundred Reasons. Djoko change his position. Now sleep upside-down. Stupid.
My drink already trashed. Still glancing at the house. Hoping for Banshee?
Take a pillow. Lay my head. Night wind blows quite fast. Just throw me to other loneliness.
Let two mosquitos suck my blood. They might be starving.
Now a church bird sing its song at the trees beside the house. One-two, one-two.

Noni, Djoko’s girl, pass by. He remain sleep. I give her a piece of my breakfast bread.
See the clock at the handphone. 1.23 AM. Possibly my neighbour up there had falling asleep.
But the silly Taiwan’s song keep played.

Wake Djoko up. Asking him whether he wants to sleep outside or with me. Moron, am i?
He only walks away. Noni walks behind him. Clean up the rest of bread Noni not finished.
Throw my pillow. Take wudhu. Do Isya. Read several stuff. Finally, my eyes getting close.

Hope tonight i’m not getting into another nightmare.
Hope tonight i’m dreaming about HER.

Dear folks!

Huh. Getting pissed off by 3 pieces of durian, alone. Not to mention of two plates of sticky rice. What’s come to my mind, actually? Nothing. Only wake up at Saturday afternoon, and the idea of putting some stinky stuff to my stomach suddenly enter my narrow brain. It’s easy, coz the market only 10 minutes walk distance from my place. Then, shit-smell poison wasted my room. Also that with bathroom. Another inhabitant getting grumbled without any knowledge who is the accused, and of course i’m remaining silence.

Hehe.

One of my final exam has been done. Natural Resources Conservation. Wow. Sounds like WWF, doesn’t it? Well, quite ache your brain, really, if your Bachelor Degree background DOESN’T MATCH AT ALL with your Master program, but i just find it as little obstacle. Yeah, for my stupidity, at least could fill 8 pages of blank paper by 8 short-briefly essay dealing with totally brand-new knowledge is quite OK, aight?

Another intention has come is how to build Alman, our brandnewtemporary bassist, becoming easier to mingle with a bunch of insane guys that unfortunately decide to form a band. And this guy is the Chosen One, while the others are Death Eater. He is rather than feeling such a concentration-camp prisoner being threatened by my drummer. Hehe. Yeah, but Ibong already release his permit for doing that, yo Bong? So, just gang-bang him!

Deep condolence for Nana, for having her lovest father passed last Thursday, just 5 days after her happily wedding ceremonial….may God lay him beside.

Keep fight.

All hell can’t stop us now.

If i held my ground would you ask me to change?

This drought bleeds on and we’re dancing for rain

We drink the air but it’s still not the same.

      If love is a labor i’ll slave till the end

   I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

I’m a local but a foreigner

Still the addict yet i’m sober

Still the body with the coroner

Many friends yet still a loner

You’re the pillow - the cool side

The sand during high tide

The coctail poolside

The water when clouds collide

        Champagne glass of blood and wine

        On chocolate heart alone i die

        Candles weeping waxing tears

        Ten for roses each one a year dissapear

Another lonely V-Day

I can’t believe that things turned out this way

And though i hate to see you go

Who know it must be so?

Arrows fester in my heart

Each memory another dart

Love and death both colored red

Showing my past, my dream is dead