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| Gua Suka Lagu Lhu! |
| 10.25.04 (9:41 pm) [edit] |
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Strong Enough by Sheryl Crow God, I feel like hell tonight Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go It's try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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| sipping the edge of a broken cup |
| 10.25.04 (2:17 am) [edit] |
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Menu sahur pagi ini sepotong daging rendang dengan bumbunya yang ciamik dan sepiring ayam suwir Bali. Keduanya tersaji indah, begitu menggoda rasa lapar yang merongrong karena semalaman begadang. Maka tarik menarik antara air liur dan aroma masakan yang terus saja mengepulkan hangat asapnya pun sangat kuat. Satu hal yang kurang menguntungkan adalah waktu; dua menu terbaik di meja makanan pada saat bersamaan, dan waktu sahur yang bakal lenyap dalam hitungan menit... bukan kombinasi yang baik. Dan saya masih bingung harus mulai darimana, karena telat sedikit saja itu berarti akan kehilangan semuanya. Saya ingin keduanya tapi begitu saya makan satu, maka hilang waktu untuk yang satu lagi. Lalu saya putuskan mencomot sedikit ayam suwir dan sedikit potongan rendang tadi, menjumput nasi putih hangat dan memakannya. Enak memang, dan tentu saja masih tersisa banyak dari keduanya ketika lantas adzan Subuh berkumandang… dan itu bukan pasokan standard makan saya… dan kedua rasa itu masih menggantung di tenggorokan… Dan saya harus merelakan keduanya... hingga waktu berbuka nanti... mungkin... jika waktu membolehkan. "In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing." Mignon McLaughlin |
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| Loner Ranger |
| 10.20.04 (1:28 am) [edit] |
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Yes, I’m a loner. I like being alone… sometime. Sendiri? Beneran? Ya iya, kemana-mana sendiri, enjoying every minute I spent… alone. Biasanya sih lebih ke ‘pergi ke suatu tempat baru, mencari suasana lain’. Sekilas terdengar biasa aja, tapi menurut saya ini beda. Buat kebanyakan orang, mereka lebih memilih pergi ke tempat yang baru dengan tujuan menghindari kepenatan, seringkali menghilangkan esensi menjadi ‘sendiri’ itu, sehingga faktor kenyamanan buat mereka menjadi sangat penting, akibatnya ritual itu menjadi mahal. Ada kalanya benar, namun menurut saya, ada alasan lain yang membuat konsep ‘menyendiri’ ini beda. Berjalan ke suatu tempat yang baru, bertemu dengan orang baru, mempelajari sikon yang baru dan beda dari keseharian, merupakan inti dari ‘menyendiri’. Karena ngga ada yang mengerti kemauan kita selain kita sendiri. Kita bisa pergi ke suatu tempat, makan, pakai baju, bergaul, tanpa harus menghabiskan waktu berargumen dulu. Menjadi diri kita sendiri pada waktu tertentu itulah esensinya tidak ada kepura-puraan menikmati segala tanggapan dan respon dari lingkungan. Introspeksi adalah suatu alasan lain dari konsep ‘menyendiri’, menelaah kesalahan kita, mencoba mencari jalan keluarnya, yang tidak melulu lewat pemikiran kita, tapi lebih kepada belajar dari alam, dari lingkungan. Seorang ibu-ibu tua penjual nasi pincuk tanpa dia sadari, pernah memberikan suatu pelajaran... "Aku bekerja karena memang manusia itu harus bekerja. Aku sakit kalau nganggur. Menganggur adalah bersahabat dengan setan. Kerja selalu ada kalau kita mau mencarinya. Jangan mau menganggur, sampai kita mati," katanya seakan ahli filsafat. Kembali ke tempat yang lebih merakyat seperti kembali ke pangkuan masa lalu yang sudah lebih dulu mengakrabi saya. Sendiri berada di dalamnya membuatnya lebih mudah untuk berbaur. Jadi, ngapain takut jalan sendiri, nikmatin aja setiap meter yang dijalanin. "We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." Orson Welles |
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| Addicted of Being Addicted |
| 10.14.04 (11:44 pm) [edit] |
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I'm crossing that bridge, With lessons I've learned.... I'm playing with fire, And not getting burned.... (SEAL, Prayer for The Dying) SMS sent 7.00 pm Hi Lovely! I have to wait my girlfriend till she gets a cab then I could join you with the dinner. SMS sent 09.00 pm Honey, we could watch that movie you want after I finish my dinner with her. SMS sent 11.00 pm Yes sweety, we can dance the whole night right after midnight if that is fine with you. Dance Floor, 03.00 am Stunning to hear what you’ve planned with that cream and my balls, shall we go darling! The high pursuit of streaming boiled adrenaline flowing in between any scenes, scared of being caught, yet thrilled to find out more and more. While other busy with smoking pots, slicing their arms, playing with stupid needle or sucking the white powder into their nose and all… I was addicted to this particular madness. To keep 3 to five or more relationship in a role without being caught. But that was then… for me, addicted things have one thing in common… you just have to know when to stop, maybe before you even try it. Well, unless you don’t want them to stop… ;p |
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| THE PAST, PRESENT, TENSE? |
| 10.07.04 (6:25 am) [edit] |
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Our past is what we are made of now, the one that gives us a whack in the side of our head when we trying to do some stupid things we already did. It’s like the shadow that kicks its real object, spitting chewed water on your face, annoying voice on your sleep, disturbing pointed finger, stupid dead sheep re-counting, an unwanted warning you never considered. And there you are standing next to me, try making your first big step to get out of your past but you just can’t really move. Maybe it’s because the foot seems too heavy, or the darker shade of your shadow has covered you, maybe because they’re all get you tense, may be if you put your hands in mine and we walk together, maybe it’s not gonna be that heavy. Maybe. There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws. Goethe, Johann Wolfgang Von |
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| Certainly Certain on Uncertain Certainty |
| 10.03.04 (11:37 pm) [edit] |
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There is only one certain thing in the world, the sun moves up from east and end down on west. Others in life will never be certain. Watch any movies, Serendipity, Forrest Gump, Noting Hill, The Others, The Village, The Terminal, Final Destination and many more… They’re just movies, a glimpse of an unnoticed stuff in a roll of film… yet, the moral is still the same. Nothing is uncertain. Our breakfast at lunchtime, our late airplane departure, our morning crash, gloomy sunset, striking bomb or lightning, or our broken love life after a long wasted stupid time, they are some certain real life of uncertain stuff. So what’s to use of being certain on lotsa things when life could come up with one cheeky surprise. Enjoy what is, it might cheer you up! ;p A pesimist is an optimist with experience. Unknown |
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