Friends, Activity Partners

Mar 2004

the city

http://profiles.friendster.com/7232925

just wandering around trying to find my sanity

gfja, kelas pagi

Poetry, photography, stupid wicked paintings, dark gothic-romantic stories, pixie dust, raindrops, twisted philosophical thoughts, chocolate melts, retros, people, obscurities, teardrops, those mushy gushy sappy romantic feeling called love.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got good books as your ammos?

Mr. Burton, i'm your slave, i'm your b*tch, i had sold my soul, i'm yours. Just command me anything, I'll be your bozo.

let's just say that i DONT want to limit my adventure. i love retro-boogie-ing, you might see me dancing in swing or jiggy bopping when i feel like it or daydreaming upon some heartmelting jazzy city blues. blues. i love wicked blues. trip-hop, downtempo, post rock, or some other eerie experimental music, i love intoxicating myself with those sounds. electropop, swedish pop, britpop, where i can sing na na na while strolling alone in the park taking pictures of everything i see. or give me some bloody 70s or 80s rock, and surely some from the 90s... i'm sure we can go along just fine. i'm in for adventure of good tunes, so send me your invititation and let's see how i would respond...

Nothing, they all suck, mostly.

Gemini

I think I was born somewhere out there when the rays and the drizzles pouring from the high open sky at the very same time upon the sublime land. I think I was made of cherry cream puff with a trace of cinnamon and some added taste of raw berries when Im feeling a bit bitter. I think I own a pair of big white invisible wings in my back that flutter and flitter every time I get excited, delighted, or downhearted. But I do not own a halo, because, as Christopher Fry said, what after all is a halo? Its only one more thing to keep clean. And I dont need that.
I think I love the sunlight, the flowers and the brimstone butterflies. And when the night comes, I think I adore the stars, the dark zephyrs and the sounds of crickets. But I do think that I find my foremost sublime when I see the rain pouring steadily in bewitching drizzles, when the misty sky is full with those heavy puffy dark clouds, and the breeze of rain give a tickle to my toes.

Superficially sugar-coated, those super-mega-addictive sweet marshmallows, but you can never tell. really.

http://rainhere.blogspot.com
http://silencedmekare.multiply.com/
http://www.myspace.com/riddlereverie

i hate people who endlessly try to cut my shape so i could fit in their boxes. seriously, what's with boxes anyway... they obviously really fond of the boxes... such a passe-worthless concept, we really should stop thinking backward, seriously.
i'm not a manipulative bitch, i just happen to be a girl who knows what i want and where i want to be.
or so do i think.

of course not all of you would agree, well... all of us are constructed with some different sets of minds and point of views, right?
so just read my testimonials if you want to know what people think about me.
i neither need to confirm nor deny the validity of their comments about me. this is a free world.
or at least so do i think.

sometimes i think i am too melodramatic, but the wings are wide! the wings are wide! I know more than I knew before, and now I know I'm gonna win the war!

Ketika Jari Jari Bunga Terbuka

Ketika jari-jari bunga terbuka.
mendadak terasa betapa sengit
cinta kita
cahaya bagai kabut, kabut cahaya
di langit menyisih awan hari ini
di bumi meriap sepi nan purba
ketika kemarau terasa ke bulu-bulu mata
suatu pagi di sayap kupu-kupu,
di sayap warna
swara burung di ranting-ranting cuaca,
bulu-bulu cahaya
betapa parah cinta kita
Mabuk berjalan,
diantara jerit bunga-bunga rekah

*sapardi djoko damono

(sigh)