scream

A lady on her thirties, strolling down the hall with anxiety.
She could've done better than that, she knows.
But how could she think clearly if a pair of kids kept on acting wild,
showing off their extraordinary gift to capture one's attention?

The lady felt betrayed.
She had no options but fight for her right,
although in a second her conscious mind questioned,
'Whom does the right belong to?'

Light travels faster than sound, so as rage than logic.
She screamed. Yes, she did.
The so-called 'little devils' won. They earned the scream.
Everyone was shocked.
But noone knew there's someone among them who was even more horrified.

pathetic

she used to have insomnia
for she lost her love
and she was afraid that her love would show up
show up in one of her dreams

until last night...
her love really appeared in her dream!

she is now having another insomnia
for she is shaking... terrified...
that tonite the love wouldn't visit her again
even only in one of meaningless dreams...

which one is more pathetic?

laziness

having almost forgotten that i've made a promise, i finally dragged myself to access this website. what can i say, he has approached me smoothly - too smoothly that many times i didn't realize that it was him! and to make it worse, he's one of a few who knows me so well. thus i don't need to be somebody else just to befriend him. well oh well, i got so many excuses to easily fall in love with this dandy guy.

this intimacy to him resulted a huge impact in my life. it is simply because he is related to an extremely wide network. one of his good fellows, for instance, is unhealthiness. they get along way too well and being close with one means you're automatically tied up with both of them.

hey really, i've enjoyed this relationship so far, dude. but life is tough, it's a matter of making a right decision. obviously, though really alluring, you're not opted. don't even bother to kiss good bye. never expect me to drop by and say hi.

...........at least until i get healthy.

'Love Affair'

I was hopping from a channel to another, without any intention to watch any particular program. Then i left the living room. Another minute when I got back, I sat on the couch and followed the channel my sister had picked. Old movie, I figured out. I like the girl on the movie, her perfect arms and the way she dressed. The setting was in a house, surrounded by valleys. I was starting to enjoy the plot, when suddenly the old lady in the movie played a piano piece... a piece which is very familiar to my ears... it's Love Affair! I cried! ... and continued to awww and ohhhhh here and there :)

For so long have I been longing to watch this movie. I've searched the DVD copy like everywhere (well, I recognized I could find it on amazon.com, but still, I was too stingy to purchase it online and pay for the expensive delivery fee) but found it nowhere. And then... unexpectedly... i got a chance to watch it, although it was not complete from the beginning, but I believe I've captured the best part of it :)

It was so touching that I could stop the tears running down my face at the end of the scene. When I was craving for sushi, for instance, I could run into a sushi place and grab as much as I want. But sometimes things are not granted instantly. It takes a while, even too long that we have forgotten that we ever wish for it. This time i'm not playing cool, saying out loud 'Oh who needs that old movie, anyway?'. Instead, I totally forgot that I wanted to watch this movie badly. I just moved on, trying to be thankful to what life has given to me. But life is fair. And I was given a chance to see the charming Love Affair :)

mulut gatal

badanku panas dingin
segan makan namun takut masuk angin
aku cuma mau ngobrol
begitu pingin hingga tak kuasa dikontrol

tanpa kau memuja-muji
aku pun t'lah terlepas dari jeruji
kalau boleh malam jalan dulu kelar
belum puas aku di sini berkelakar

denganmu aku bak penyelam
sabar dan detil ku belajar menyulam
cinta dari dasar pun terurai
segala elok terlihat dari ngarai

seniman pirang dari negri seberang
izinkan aku duduk sebentar tuk berbincang
aku haus berselayang pandang
aku rindu kembali riang

let's get atonal!

atonal itu mirip diagonal
diagonal itu sama kayak miring
dan miring itu adalah gila
jadi atonal sama dengan gila?

it allows me to get insane for a while
and fly to an outer space i've never been before
it's like a miraculous journey to shoobeedooppaappaaa-land
the further i am enthralled by it, the dizzier my head spins
and there i would take my shoes off and dance
i don't need a key to obey
in fact, why should i if i have thousands colors to mix?
all i need is a freely-ranged pause here and there,
so i can take my time to breathe, feel the sensation, and smile
....
more...
.........
....mooore..
..............
..........
and more......

... until all the tunes blend together...
... and there, i'm wasted. i'm light.

cause and effect

do you have infrasonic ears?
because that's the only tool to listen what i'm saying
because i have no faith that you own such ultrasensitive heart
because i failed to trust you even since the very beginning
not because it happened too sudden,
but simply because i was not brave enough to believe in myself
and why did i become such a coward?
don't ask.

now that everything's too late to listen,
or even too late to say,
i just wanna complicate
perfect.

too fast

it's too fast. way too fast..
just met them a couple of weeks ago
it's always a thrill to be around new people, especially those who'll share similar path of life
super fresh graduate
rockstar used-to-be
restaurant owner plan-to-be
what-so-called executive
sports genius
physician
financial consultant
movie talent
musicians at heart
and many more professions that i could list down just to assure you that they're all worth mentioning
presenting original characters which can make you wanna stay with them although you're suffering from a terrible monthly stomachache
separatedly will we sail our new boats, from the very beginning of the beach
and as always, anything goes with the beach is painfully sweet
yet here we are, enjoying the sunset which is soon swallowed by the darkness

it's too fast. way way too fast.
i still wanna be here.
laying on the long bench, reading stuffs i'm badly curious about
playing beach volleyball though i don't even have the skill to pass the ball
singing out good old songs accompanied with a humble guitar and domestic hand-made percussions
dancing and shaking my flat ass, as if il were swung by the wind
laughing out hard that i almost forgot you're still chasing us

as i'm strolling down the white sandy beach
listening to the sacred waves for the last time
for a minute i gaze at the conceited boats
then close my eyes as whispering it to you,
it's too fast.... way too fast.

tipsy cupid

may is nearly over
and the waiting seems forever

as a trade, i vowed myself to this brat
what can i say, the answer's still 'not yet'

dress up like a señorita
with one hand raising margarita
as my tiny mouth cheering 'salud!'
merrily i'm facing womanhood!

though doubts many times slipped in
i'd just know when i got the feelin'

cupid is many times reckless
shooting arrow at the same time being senseless

as i beg and beg, blank eyes staring at the tarot
oh tipsy cupid, when will you give me a shot...

a drop of water

a drop of water on a flower petal
ready to fall, completely surrender
wherever it may go, the nature would widely open its arms
landing on the ground,
blown by the wind,
flown into the river,
any place would be a kingdom

the day when the drop of water gave in,
was the most special day... ever.

uncle

have missed you already
though many times i wasn't a lady
acting silly like a kiddy
but still, you are always my second daddy

now that i'm tearful
mournful is my heart 'til skull
our days are nothing but dreadful
gone by like a body without soul

hopeless we are here, uncle
you were the one who stood up there
a rock when strength was rare
perfect shelter who's ready to take care

open your eyes and grab our hand
play again the music, back to the band
hold the hope though small as sand
our love, our prayer, never end

tukang sapu

tukang sapu
temanku bilang, sehari cuma delapan ribu
maka ia pun termangu
penuh harap dapat membantu

tukang sapu
adakah dirimu pilu
memikirkan istri anakmu
jangankan sekolah, makan saja tak tentu

tukang sapu
kiranya kabar baik bagimu
temanku insinyur baru
hatinya lembut, jiwanya syahdu

tukang sapu
nasehat ibu, berbuat baik janganlah ragu
maka sehari pun temanku tak menunggu
karena gatot kaca pun tak kan begitu

kota kembang

siang hari di bale-bale rumah busana
rintik hujan menetes malas
sangsi tuk sudahi, namun enggan menderas

duduk anggun sang nonik
dengan tarikan nafas teratur
matanya dan alam bertegur
menatap batu kali terkikis tak kunjung hancur

orang-orang lalu lalang
ia tak peduli, tak mau berpikir panjang
nikmat harum hujan terlalu jarang
tuk dilewatkan amatlah sayang

patung kodok gendong-gendongan
dinaungi hiasan lonceng berderetan
kota kembang, aku kembali lagi
mencari kesejukan di antara sunyi

saturday nite

it's almost twelve
will go to bed, i promised the elf

so i turn off the light,
pull my blanket,
then perfect position is set

first yawn, my heart beats fast
my eyes getting watery, but the lungs pump crazy drums

No! No! Not now! Stay awake!
Protested the blood in my vein
It's not late, it's only twilight!
Tell me you are young, or you just got insane
when you propose excuses from a super saturday nite!

mélancolie

everything still lingers
the annoying way you present your irresistible smile,
how cuddly you look that anyone wouldn't help to kiss,
and i would burst into tears upon your apologies,

this time i only wish i could swim into the past
and if this is not right, i beg for forgiveness
tormented would i be,
when the pictures could be recalled clearly,
but impossible any could be brought back into reality

or i'll just embrace everything here inside
learn never to take anything for granted
and i hope everyone would agree,
when i entitle this moment 'mélancolie'

a soccer player

if I were you, I would be a soccer player
for nothing in the world would thrill your soul that way
for nothing up in the sky would paint such grin on your face
for nothing from heaven could tell you how sweet a life can be
it's your ball, it's your hall
it’s a gift, and it’s only yours.

a story from pomidory

if it wasn't from pomidory,
heaven knows I would be sorry
for encountering you is like discovering a gem,
miraculously it just flows like a tram
innocence was i could hardly portray,
but it is now crystal clear, it has got my heart sway

i'm longing for another stories from pomidory,
as we walk home, without feeling weary

snow

like falling rain
but it likely turns me drain

like a crystal
if i started to be sentimental

then i'll just wait, nothing vulgar
and wish everything would be sweet as sugar