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| Where Are We? |
| 11.29.05 (11:48 pm) [edit] |
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A fine drive at the speed of 60-80km/hrs in my black Katana early in the morning. No air con, a half opened window... please, i'd like to feel the fresh air blowing on my not so long hair like i care. Bogor is the destination. A cold breeze, a hot coffee, a clear view of a mountain, on a veranda of my empty sister's house. Sussssh! A bird just sat on the tree. A laptop, A tick tack on the keyboard... a story about a guy who is trying to stand up for what it's right with his own way. An I tunes clicked a song from Damien Rice... Cold, cold water surrounds me now And all I've got is your hand Lord, can you hear me now? Lord, can you hear me now? Lord, can you hear me now? Or am I lost? |
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| a sincere mark |
| 11.23.05 (2:52 am) [edit] |
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In my life i lost lots of things. Once I lost a wallet. A dog. A bike. A pet. A pencil. A cellphone. A cassete. A cd. A glasses. A key. A shirt. A hat. A pen. A book. A guitar. A bag. A job. A heartbeat. A kiss. A hug. A friend. A girlfriend. A Father. A gut. A passion. A conscious. A grip. A heart. A thinking. A nerve. A word. Many words... If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with. Indecent Proposal the movie |
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| agony & irony |
| 11.16.05 (12:52 am) [edit] |
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O: "quit smoking!" X: "ok. but you're smoking!" O: "i know it's bad, that's why i told you not to" X: "ok. how about stop telling me what to do!" O: "..." |
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| desa itu bernama maturiti |
| 11.10.05 (3:36 am) [edit] |
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Bukan, letaknya bukan di Tabanan Bali... ini tempat antah berantah. Maturiti, kalau sampai seseorang sampai disana hendaknya mendapatkan kunci ke segala penjuru. Maka berbondong-bondonglah orang kesana; tua-muda, miskin-kaya, besar-kecil, termasuk saya. Jalan kesana susah-susah gampang, kadang petunjuknya terbaca jelas, kadang sangat blur. Ada yang bilang, siapa yang lebih dulu kelelahan berlari atau berlompat-lompat akan lebih dulu menemukannya. Ada juga yang bilang dari sekian baju yang kita lepas ganti akan ada salah satunya yang memberi petunjuk kesana. Sering pula ada yang bilang kalo bicara sudah lebih mantap maka kamu sudah sampai di Maturiti. Tak jarang ada yang bilang pengalaman lah yang akan mengantar kamu ke gerbangnya. Maka saya berhenti berlari, melompat, mengganti baju tiap kali, dan bicara dengan lantang, hijrah ke Astina hingga Kahyangan singkatnya mencari pengalaman, tapi tak jua sampai disana. Paling tidak banyak yang bilang saya masih jauh dari yang dituju. Maturiti, tempat yang absurd, sureal, dan nyaris kontroversial. Hanya orang yang sudah ada disana yang bisa menilai apakah kita sudah disana. Maka saya bertanya pada Shri Panditha, katanya "Apa yang kamu cari?" Saya jawab,"Kebenaran. Hanya akan saya temukan jika saya sudah tiba disana". Sang Panditha menjawab, "Sebenarnya kisanak sudah disana sejak dulu, dengan menjadi diri sendiri, itu adalah kuncinya. Hanya orang yang sudah yakin yang mampu menilai kadar keyakinan seseorang. Maturiti menjanjikan kunci ke segala penjuru. Disaat kita yakin dengan diri kita, maka kitalah sebenarnya pemegang kunci itu..." Dan Maturiti hanyalah tempat yang absurd, sureal, dan nyaris kontroversial. Spent my lifetime searching for the one And a lifetime’s work is never done LEVEL 42 |
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