JOE IS DYING

Udah lama gua ngak nulis cerita fiksi.. Tapi, barusan, ditemani dengan sekotak coklat chip cookies, gua masuk ke alam imajinasi dan menuliskan ini: Sax and Scat  |  at latenightrambles.blogspot.com Ini excerpt buat yang pengen digoda (di-tease, maksudnya): "Kau urus saja hatimu, Rez. Aku akan mengurus hatiku sendiri." Itu kata-kata terakhirnya. Tanpa pesan sampai jumpa, tanpa tengokan kebelakang. Ia berjalan keluar dari restoran, rambutnya yang panjang berkibas ke kiri dan kekanan. Reza yakin, Dilla tidak menangis malam itu... (baca lanjutannya) Di check out ya, Guys! Blog ini kan rata-rata isinya kisah-kisah nyata. Ngak seseru kisah-kisah bohongan di blog gua yang satunya lagi, loh. Cocok dibaca buat malam-malam galau nan sendu. Sekalian, dengerin ini: Fin De L'Affaire by Hank Mobley. Lu bakal ke transport deh, ke masa-masa sebelum lu hidup.

So, I'm currently reading a very interesting, if not heart breaking, article from UK's Independent on Dubai and it's double-realities. I found the content both alarming, and reminiscent of tragedies from ages ago. The article were broken into parts according to the people connected to the issues mentioned. Below you'll find what I think about some of those parts: on part IV - it took years to break out of the caste system: slaves, workers, bourgeois, and the royalties. You might think that every modern societies need to overcome such situations immediately - I mean, isn't that  "slavery system" so late 18th, early 19th century industrial revolution? We're living in the 21st century, now. We gotta think of better ways to progress than that. Oh, come on. Pyramids were built by slaves, just the same way as european industrial revolution were the sweat of child labors and underpaid villagers. American fanciness were also built by underclass immigra...

Saya pernah berpikir kalau saya tinggal disebuah bubble kebahagiaan. Saat orang lain menderita, saya masih bahagia, saat saya sedih.. akhirnya saya tersenyum lagi walau orang lain tetap menangis. Satu hal yang saya yakini, saya bisa bahagia (joyful, not mere hapiness) itu akrena hidup saya udah ada yang jaga. Sehisteris-histerisnya, saya ngak bakal pernah kepikiran untuk berhenti dan lari. Tapi, ditempat lain, banyak orang yang ngak tau mau ngapain lagi. Kayaknya bubble adalah metafor yang salah. saya ngak hidup dalam dunia saya sendiri. saya ngak tutup mata sama sekeliling saya, atau menjauhkan orang keluar dari radius hidup saya. ngak. cuma hidup saya ngak terbawa jahanmnya kehidupan. ini bukan sombong, tpai kalau kemenangan udah ada di tangan, kamu bakalan jalan diatas indahnya kehidupan dan bukan didalam gundahnya. guntur bisa membelah buritanmu angin menarikmu ke perairan lain ombak besar menghanyutkan tubuhmu layaknya menjatuhkan jangkar kamu takan pernah terbawa badai ya, tetap...

im wearing the coat you gave me as a blanket in this cold room the white halogen lights the guitar melody i alone can hear again i'm writing my gratefulness for the vegetable pizza for the white rose kombucha for the eggnogg late for another time, being stilled in my busyness remembering you, when i started this as a make believe poem i love you and i thank you i want to hear you i'll see u in my bedroom

let's see where this is leading us your slow to peak excitement and my need for instant boost your bitter sweet tip on my tongue that mouthful of a kiss less you became the addiction so just before you give your all and before i give myself in, i'll walk away pretend to have never met you till you come, luring me back to our little chasing game then we'll start it all over again coffee

Saya baru mengajarkan arti kata "cinta" dan "suka" ke satu teman vietnam sesaat dalam perjalanan keliling Leavenworth. Dengar dari teman-teman indo, ternyata ada satu arti dari kata "cinta" yang saya ngak pernah sadari sebelumnya. see, here in the states we can say: "i love this cake!" but in indonesia, it'll be awkward: "aku cinta kueh ini!" but we use the word "suka" which is equivalent to "like" and use an auxiliary word to make it more extreme: "aku suka banget kueh ini!" lucu ya, ternyata orang indonesia cuma menggunakan kata "cinta" untuk mengungkapkan emosi mereka, dan bukan sebagai expressi. i like that. great job bahasa :)

so what's in a man that women search for? what makes them worthy of her hand that she would put her heart into loving him, and her mind into respecting him now what's in time that women run back, towards vanity, the reminiscent of the youthful charm that they once own what's in time that men work, with pain to reach a goal which will only get higher as they reach the one before what's in time that we can't wait, or think that we might not get what we're looking for if we just wait i've had enough of imagining what could be and what couldn't be. i'll just wait.

what's so special about perspective? 1. it could lift your weight or adds it on your shoulder. 2. it could add time to your 24/7, or it could decrease it. 3. it could give you music to your break of dawn, or it could thunder your symphony. 4. it could tickle your butterfly on a rainy day, or it could kill the joke before it was set. what's your perspective? who or what are you're setting your eye on? how are you feeling when things gets rough? Do you see hope, as i just beginning to see it?

i will look up to you. while im down here, will you teach me how to keep my eyes on you alone

I Lay in wait for an answer i dare not to assume A girl timid but still careless nonetheless diving for red poisonous wine bathing a stranger in her stream of curiosity oblivious that his blood will stained her fingers fragile now whispering a prayer the grown girl asked for a wash to cleanse to redeems what her past had hastily written knowing it will never be erased [x] click for other "poems of growing up"

Shying away from a longing all awaits lingering in solidarity pausing before a late jump or a sudden run He should be canny clever and calm swiftly plunge his spear before the hunted surmise presume sense fear i shall flee outrunning your plans if you do not take me aback stun me get me

saya suka bermain ibarat ibaratan ibaratnya angin , yang menyegarkan ditengah terik matahari saya cuma menyenangkan disaat saya ceria jika hati mendung, angin itu cuma jadi lada kering diatas sambel terasi cuma jadi loudspeaker 1/2 rusak (dibuang sayang, di simpen bikin sebel) jika anda tidak mengerti, yah, tunggu umur 80, pas masuk surga ( atau neraka? -oh tidak! ) tanya Chairil Anwar arti permainan ibarat-ibaratan saya diatas. ibaratnya punya blackberry, harus punya data plan buat main black berry messenger, kamu harus punya akses ke surga dulu supaya bisa tau arti permainan saya diatas. or not :)

For giving me the best, for being so patient with this selfish, doubtful, almost two-minded girl of yours, for choosing me despite all that, and still loving me, for making the last 19 years of my life worth living for always being there when needed and even so when i thought i didn't need you for guiding me and loving me for keeping me on track and cheering me on for rebuking me and yet again, being so patient, forgiving me for holding me when i feel worthless for smiling when i said all these for saying that you love me more than i could ever, ever , imagine for creating me so fearfully and wonderfully... oh, Lord, for being who you've always been for being the same Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. thank you, thank you for bringing me into your family since the very beginning... for dying on the cross for me and for working in me like never before. i couldn't get enough of you, father. i need you more and more. you are, surely, better than drugs. i love you, jesus. On the ...

sulit jika ingin mencoret yang seharusnya terlukis, terbayang ingin bisa bicara lurus tanpa malu, biar penuh cela pun namun jika tali pusar sudah terikat siapa saya untuk melepasnya dan berkata; bayi ini kan mengungkap abu-abu dari hitam dan putih [x] click for other "poems of growing up"

*F growing up I'll grow deep I'll remain a child be in a perfect awe and continuously be in sincere reverence to things i am genuinely in love with and it's never you, enrapture a necklace i just bought today. shot in long exposure. all i did in ps was colorization :) [x] click for other "poems of growing up"

some went up and never looked down oblivious to the state they're in giggles and shocks of things we've heard but never experienced ironically, knowing what they did but never grasping consequence in the race, the long run i am a spectator of the lost unaware never apprehending yet still smiling this is unbelievable numbing mi amor, a pensar dos veces la próxima vez [x] click for other "poems of growing up"

I've read over, and over again how people are unsuccessfully trying to translate the title of this novel turned movie. Laskar Pelangi literally means Rainbow Warriors, or Rainbow Soliders. That gets me irritated because, trully, any phrase with the word "rainbow" connected with a masculine noun to it like "squad", "gang", "crew" or what have you, will sounds funny. And with all due respect to whoever is trying to translate "Laskar Pelangi" to English, i think it's better that you use another word other than "rainbow". It makes you think of a pink pony, galloping away in lolly land. It's not as poetic as it should be, it's not as inspiring as it is intended. So, here is my proposal. "Band of Color" which is a synonim to Rainbow. The "laskar" is implied in "band" as it depicts a group, or a collection of people with the same vision. At least, that is the closest i could get to transl...

(an awesome read. it's the **** - for 4 stars. click here for excerpt ) i found it hilarious. hilarious and awesome and sad at the same time. no, im not talking about all emotional things that girls look forward in a book. it's not just that. it got me thinking, it got me laughing, it got me contemplating and dreaming. Horn Book stated that "The line between dramatic monologue, verse novel and stand-up comedy gets unequivocally - and hilariously and triumphantly bent in this novel." It's about a Spokane Indian teenage boy who left his reservation school and moved to this all-white high school in the neighboring city. The boy went through all these problems of growing up, facing death, and opposing differences with a great sense of humor. the comic filled book was both entertaining and intriguing. personally i found a lot of similarities between me and the guy, Arnold Spirit Jr.. Not only because we're both living in the WA state, and we're both going to a ...

there's just so many things to say that i feel like, i shouldn't write them. in fact, i can't. it's nothing emotional. just complete thoughts and ideas that sound brilliant once i got the time to write them down. i don't have that time right now. but im so afraid that i'll lose this burst of inspiration. gushing out of my chest like a sudden burst of water a torrent, a fast moving stream suffocating in its excitement mind and tongue like a sanctified marriage fusing into one quicken the breath of the bearer i screamed! scream for it's a language all would understand i want to let it out express what this is but what words come out? nothing no, nothing could describe this i want to hold it in yes, i want to hold it in in me in me chase after me it bids to race it to catch it shoot the bullet take it down! but leap spring forward take that chance of falling down bruising yourself seize it ensnare if you must i can't let it go by or it will find another bea...

cute singl ed socks to cover clay pots. bril! ohdeedoh.com Life is full of changes. We, humans are made with abilities to adapt and to change according to our new habitats. Like those socks, after losing their partner, they are creatively re-used - thus, lost their initial purpose- to bring new life into things that might not look as interesting. Life is that way too. One might think that his/her life is set. They have a solid plan ahead of them, no plan B, only plan A. He is made to be a leg warmer, a sock that will never be complete without his one sock partner, and he will always be with his divinely set soulmate forever. But the thing is, his sock girlfriend could be another "[victim] of the Bermuda Triangle otherwise known as the washer/dryer" [ carrie ohdeedoh.com ]. what's he going do then? He can't just throw his life away and pray that he will be missed. live on and live well, that's what he has to do. Plans are made for reasons and based on circumstanc...