One night, a friend of mine came to my room, he took the guitar and he has 'that' look to my face. He tells me that he have a song for so long but up until now, he didn't have the lyric for it. I ask him, what is the songs about? He said he want a song for all the girls he ever loved. All the girlsss... hmmm.. he must be a lucky guy, but then, the word 'loved', that's surely hurts a lot. Technically, i don't believe that it is something that just live in the past, i believe that we all carry it forever, and so I took a pen, a piece of paper and start some writing...
Di balik awan, di balik malam, aku berdoa untukmu,
Datang mentari, dan bawaku pergi, namun engkau tetapku nanti,
Ku ambil cawan itu dan ku teguk airnya,
Namun dahaganya tak hilang,
Ku palingkan cermin kerna tiada bayang,
Jasad ini bukan lagi insan,
Aku hanya ingin menjemputmu,
Menemani dalam langkahmu,
Di balik awan, di balik malam, aku berdoa untukmu,
Datang mentari, dan bawaku pergi, namun engkau tetapku nanti,
Ku baringkan tubuh di pohon yang rendang,
Namun teriknya tetap mengigit,
Tubuh ini singgah melihat jendela,
waktu silam yang tak pernah ada,
Aku hanya ingin menjemputmu,
Menemani dalam langkahmu,
Di balik awan, di balik malam, aku berdoa untukmu,
Datang mentari, dan bawaku pergi, namun engkau tetapku nanti,
... and so, I ask my friend, is this what he had pictured in his mind, he tells me, it's perfect. and then, another one of my friend (who sings the songs) came and tell that this song is about a dead person. Later on, we recorded the song to contribute to his demo. Time flies and my friend tells me, his mother was caught singing that song while cooking, and another friend of mine, tells me, his brother was singing it in the shower. I take it as a good sign, it tells that, maybe i can write.
good night and sweet dream
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
pegun atau pecut
It has been raining and I'm facing writer's block. It seems I don't know how to start. I got no story to share (unless you want to hear lame joke) I got no thoughts to be analyzed. I got no view to put in perspective. It's like, here I am, lying in this page, naked, without any sense of living.
But i do listens and my eye caught some events that are happening around. It's kinda sparkle a bit before I went back to my lair and continue my research and my hibernation. Things, places, people, they all change and I face that fact already. I only need to remind myself everytime I stumble into it, again, and again.
We all have our game to play. Each person are different and so is their game. We play as we seek the answer. Some, like me, never really know about what is going on. Where as, some others, follow their heart and play it deep from inside. The game is about honesty. Although, sometimes it hurts, you just can't deny it. In the end, it does really matters, as you play along.
My trip back at hometown is like taking a pause for a moment. I take my time selfishly by doing nothing. Maybe it's because I'm scared about all the changes, i hide myself. But I think, it's about time, i went outside and see all the wonders that makes this place, my sweet home town.
hug and kisses, sweet dream, take care and good night.
But i do listens and my eye caught some events that are happening around. It's kinda sparkle a bit before I went back to my lair and continue my research and my hibernation. Things, places, people, they all change and I face that fact already. I only need to remind myself everytime I stumble into it, again, and again.
We all have our game to play. Each person are different and so is their game. We play as we seek the answer. Some, like me, never really know about what is going on. Where as, some others, follow their heart and play it deep from inside. The game is about honesty. Although, sometimes it hurts, you just can't deny it. In the end, it does really matters, as you play along.
My trip back at hometown is like taking a pause for a moment. I take my time selfishly by doing nothing. Maybe it's because I'm scared about all the changes, i hide myself. But I think, it's about time, i went outside and see all the wonders that makes this place, my sweet home town.
hug and kisses, sweet dream, take care and good night.
Monday, March 03, 2008
soul-tory-telling
I always take the time i spent in my car as a moment of escapism. As I watch the road, the cars, the people, the places, the sky, I open my mind to countless imagination. There's no substance, it's just I let my mind free to wander around.
Sometimes I create an imaginary person at the passenger seat and pretend to have a conversation. I talk about my dream, my problem and my situation. You can call me crazy but it's the only therapy that I got. Looking to the surrounding of where I am, it's kind hard to talk about what I really am.
With my friends, i can tell them some stories, but never the whole story, like what Bill Cosby had written in his book, trust nobody and smile. Slowly, I learn to appreciate all the small things I watch through my small life. I kept my dreams in my pocket and walk through the days with wishful thinking.
Nevertheless, how I try to change things around (including having plants in my room), I'm still someone who is anti-climax and spoil things arounds. I think the conflict arise because I'm empty inside, but at the same time, I don't want to be ordinary. and the later problem happen, where I feel embarassed because I'm someone who is shy when all the eyes are watching me.
At this moment of time, i think i should be a tree instead. I can let the wind breezes all around me. The birds can always fly around and I can be friends with them. By standing on ground, I can never miss any sunrise or sunset. Time changes, but there I stood still.
Sometimes I create an imaginary person at the passenger seat and pretend to have a conversation. I talk about my dream, my problem and my situation. You can call me crazy but it's the only therapy that I got. Looking to the surrounding of where I am, it's kind hard to talk about what I really am.
With my friends, i can tell them some stories, but never the whole story, like what Bill Cosby had written in his book, trust nobody and smile. Slowly, I learn to appreciate all the small things I watch through my small life. I kept my dreams in my pocket and walk through the days with wishful thinking.
Nevertheless, how I try to change things around (including having plants in my room), I'm still someone who is anti-climax and spoil things arounds. I think the conflict arise because I'm empty inside, but at the same time, I don't want to be ordinary. and the later problem happen, where I feel embarassed because I'm someone who is shy when all the eyes are watching me.
At this moment of time, i think i should be a tree instead. I can let the wind breezes all around me. The birds can always fly around and I can be friends with them. By standing on ground, I can never miss any sunrise or sunset. Time changes, but there I stood still.
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