Saturday, September 29, 2007

Constellation

Logic: "Every things okay and under control."

But why it still hurt inside??
Something warm falling on dew's lap

Logic: "A contradiction."

I weep my eyelash.
Pale moonlight grieve for me.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Stolen moments

I can play melodious jazz tracks smoothly on my piano.
I make a beautiful and artistic floral arrangement.
I can use my bristle to make whatever paintings.
I knit a very detail and silky-finished of embroidery.
I am a true pagan, I worship Gaia mother of the earth.
I speak to flowers on my garden to celebrate their essence.
I enjoy reading poets especially Sapardi Joko Damono.
I learn about Philosophia Perennis from Aldous Huxley since my 17th birthday.
I should’ve been born in sixties when flower generation spoke about peace.
I never agree of something like female fatale.
I am what I am.

Someone stole it!! the moments of my dedication.
Ironic, I became someone that didn’t suit to mine.
Human created of her believe. Since she became to believe, so she become will be. (Bhagavad Gita).

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Finally!

Finally, what a dang!, supreme! wonderful!, excelent!, che' bello!, gratzie silly signor! ti amo!!

Hey You


Hey you,
Don't you give up, it's not so bad
There's still a chance for us
Hey you,
Just be yourself, don't be so shy
There's reasons why it's hard

Keep it together, you'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Hey you,
Open your heart, it's not so strange
You've got to change this time
Hey you,
Remember this, every of it's real
Including the way you feel

Keep it together, we'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets Would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Save your soul, little sister
Save your soul, little brother

-Madonna-

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Vague

British always have an anecdote about tea. "Sip some chamomile tea when you feel angry." And actually it help me. Even with Coffee Bean's chamomile tea that got no different taste with lemongrass drink. But that's okay. Still drinking it though. Then, almost blow out the choco cake I've just eaten. It didn't happened thanx God. I'm not a squander!! hehehe.... Try ABC teh kembang, one of the best taste of chamomile tea, cheap, available everywhere. Voila!


This anxiety tied me for hours. It's hard to explain. You see, now i feel vague. It became twice harder if you make someone felt the exact thing that always makes you down. I did it to someone today i guess. To my precious person gosh!! shoot my head. No wonder my hands still cold. One of my friend said, "Don't spoil your man. Pitty for him if you always bleed by taking to much care of his needs. Let him learn about tolerant. For his own good. Do not always sacrife, use your logic and don't push your self to the limitation that will break you down." I just wonder, why she didn't feel pittty about me? ^^ Well, that second opinion from my friend subject to her experience. Yes i know i spoil him to much. I can't fake my self, still in love with him.

Back to reality, I'll have a warm water bath, sip my Dilmah's chamomile tea, stretch my body, and have a peaceful nite.

Life..

Life is a game….. play it.

Life is a struggle….. face it.

Life is a beauty….. praise it.

Life is a puzzle….. solve it.

Life is opportunity….. take it.

Life is sorrowful….. experience it.

Life is a song….. sing it.

Life is a goal….. achieve it.

Life is a mission….. fulfill it.

These words belongs to the first page of my text book about being success in university. Really inspiring. Life is about strawberry jam and beef curry hahaha... And everything that comes, even the hardest thing. We should dare to face it. In every nice things, bless it. Cum laude, go for it aza za!!!

Sunday, September 09, 2007

This one for you

This song pretty nice to hear when your feet stress and your mind in a mess. Nice video too. You tube is the right place to watch it. This song is for someone i've just met. Take a look of this song. Then you tell me. Tonight your skin taste so pretty. Yes you do...(says the song)

Hey There Delilah

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

-Plain White T's-

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Terminology of Sleep: Oxford Dictionary

I can’t sleep.

I have problems with sleeping.

What is the real terminology of sleep?

Oxford dic. divide it in two.

As a verb and noun.

Rest with your eyes closed and your mind and body not active.


What will Freud say about sleep?

Or Maybe Aldous Huxley has his own explanation.

Is there a connection between anxiety and insomnia?


Well, my conscious mind says I need to hear a tender voice.

My angel, my devil, thorn in my pride.

Like when the first time Francesca Johnson heard Robert Kincaid’s question.

About Rosemean Bridge that tied their destiny.


Next question?

What tied human for so long.

My hyphothesis is affection.

What yours??