Dia! Dia! dan Dia!!

Wajar gak kalo kadang2 kita merasa tertarik dengan lawan jenis yang sungguhnya... tiada nyata?
Dia tampan. Seorang terkenal yang hanya terlihat di layar kaca dari mata2 manusia awam ini.
Dia pintar. Seorang yang gak hanya ngandalkan penampilan luar tapi jg brillian on the inside.
tapi mungkin aja semua itu hanya semu belaka.
Arghh.. gantengnya diaaaa!!

isht. ABG banget!

blast from the past

ternyata ketemu dengan teman lama gak selalu menyenangkan..
sekarang muncul pertanyaan di kepala lo,
kok gue dulu bisa ya temenan ama dia??

@STBDOne

sampah masyarakat!

Slutly Slutenstein, indeed.
A dude without a smoke on his hand, massive turn on.
The taste of bittersweet liquor on these lips are sexier than having after-taste of smokey breath.
Am blind. I mourn.
Insanity starts to creep down me eart. It attacks on fast track!
Am torn..
between right or wrong,
truth or dare,
attraction or boredom?
Merde!

@15/02/06

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Cuma Manusia
Kuterbuai mimpi.
Intoxicated by his soothing voice. Poisoned with the beauty of sweet melody.
I'm faraway near reality. I'm in the next blue terrain.
Dreaming to an endless dream.
Seorang Mahapatih terlena dgn segenggam harapan..

@11/02/06

Intermezzo..

Juz because today's Val's day...

Quote "Alex & Emma"

Boyfriend criterias:
Smart . Funny . Embrace life . Nice
Here's the tricky part....
Interested in me.

Hey "No man, No cry" aight? ;)

Integritas band.

Mind you, this just another rambling n.o.n.s.e.n.s.e

The success of a band depends on their integrity to music,
Or.. their frontman?

"Life sucks, Rock'n Roll yeah!"
Or.. Life's good, Frontman cute?

A famous band vocalist once said that at first these adoring fans are intoxicated with them music. Time passes by, more screaming fans come to realized that talents are not on their agenda. Instead, the so-called gorgeous frontman is to become the savior for the band. They thus rose as the most favored band ever since. Danke to frontman, whom taken for granted as the gorgeous frontman(?!?!) Blindfolded, I cudnt agree more.

However this doesn't stroke me much. The existence of band starts with a glimpse of the frontman. Logically, he'll be the one who sing to audience. Especially if the band consists of all males. Ladies wud wanna scream at good-lookin dude, arent we ladies? But not to worry, an ordinary dude with a mike and Am-in-a-band attitude wud surely catch these ladies eyes. The word in-a-band certainly is the trick. A very ordinary male species wud become the most gorgeous man alive when he's in a band AND he's the frontman. Believe you me, I have the proof. No offense OK! ;)

Ma personal opinion, I dislike the frontman but I'm startin' to like them music. V. Catchy tunes.

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Love is... Whatever.

Lagi-lagi kata itu yang akan aku celotehkan disini.
Sebuah kata yang dashyat efeknya untuk umat manusia sejagad raya.
Ya, apalagi kalau bukan sebuah kata cinta.

Mereka bilang cinta itu indah. Mereka bilang menemukan cinta berarti menemukan arti hidup.
Apakah benar hidup ini selesai dengan cinta?
Apakah cukup hidup hanya dengan cinta?

Temaku terlalu banyak mengutik-utik cinta.
Aku naif. Aku lugu. Aku tidak mengerti cinta. Tapi berpura-pura menguasai arti kata ampuh itu.
Nggak boleh?

Yang aku tau tema cinta sudah mendarah daging dari terbentuknya manusia, terlahirnya Adam dan Hawa.
Lika liku cinta dan perdebatan tentang cinta tidak akan pernah basi selama manusia masih bernafas.

Cinta, harapan dan persahabatan.
Sebuah cerita mengenai kehidupan fatamorgana semua anak manusia.
Apakah dengan cinta, persahabatan dapat musnah dengan sesaat?
Seperti yang udah aku sebutkan, cinta dapat membuat kita lupa diri, lupa dunia.
"Cinta gak bisa pake logika", seorang donny jomblo pernah berkata.

Perempuan dan Cinta.
2 Element yang dapat membuat lelaki jatuh terkapar dan tidak sadarkan diri.
Sebelum cinta datang, sahabat mempunyai arti yang lebih dari kehidupan itu sendiri.
Cinta masuk tanpa permisi.
2 sahabat dapat cepat melupakan masa lalu dan berlari menuju oasis yang menggiurkan. Berlari mengejar keindahan sesaat itu. Sebuah fatamorgana. Sebuah cinta.

Selingkuh.
Adakah terpendam cinta diantara perselingkuhan 2 orang manusia?
"Selingkuh itu enak", seorang teman berkata.
Apakah ada cinta diantara mereka?
Lalu, siapa mencintai siapa?

Ah terlalu rumit. Love is.. whatever.


=:=JOMBLO: love's a comedy about life=:=

Celotehan dipagi hari...

"Sebentuk hatiku buat kekasihku
Mengiring rinduku yang selalu untuknya
Memang tak selalu ada yang terbaik
Dari diri ini dan juga dirinya
namun ku yakin cinta ini tak kan pernah salah"

Indahnya sebuah lirik tentang cinta.
Sammy si pendekar kerispatih pernah berceloteh kalau seorang preman pun bisa merasakan cinta. Jadi, Seorang lelaki pun sangatlah lumrah untuk merasa dimabuk terpana oleh bidadarinya di bumi ini.

Indah ketika cinta berkumandang disaat hati ini merasa sendiri.
Tetapi suatu keindahan terkadang membuat kita lupa diri, lupa dunia.
Hidupku hanya berputar sekitar aku dan dia.
lalu, apakah kita sudah menjadi manusia seutuhnya?

Kemudian, apa yang terjadi dengan patah hati?
Cinta sepertinya sudah ternodai dan senyuman yang semula tiada terputus berubah menjadi hujan airmata.
Tragis?
Belum tentu...

"kuakui aku merindukanmu
meski ternyata tak pernah kau merindukanku
tapi ku tak pernah bisa
melakukan apa yang seharusnya kuinginkan
karena memang kau bukan milikku.."

Indahnya.. Seorang yang menyadari akan pahitnya cerita cinta tetap bisa bangkit dan membuahkan karya cipta. Kesaksian seseorang yang bertajuk pupus cinta beralaskan melodi2 nan indah. Lagu kondang yang semuanya berawal dari celoteh2an disela kesendiriannya.

Tetapi apa iya kita harus merasakan Patah hati baru bisa hasilkan suatu Masterpiece? Pedih juga..



Ah.. Biarlah sperti ini saja. Karya ini bukan suatu masterpiece. Tetapi biarpun kecil, smua ini berarti untuk seorang saja. Kepuasaan pribadi. Bukan suatu yang mempunyai arti penting untuk kehidupan mereka yang lain. Karena aku bukanlah seorang sakti mandraguna.

*lyrics by Kerispatih

Dear miss. Lonesita

It ain't funny when there are none to laugh with you.
Hundred seats AtoZ rows, red carpet, red cushions.
Alone you sit in the middle of an empty theater. Dolby sounds screamin so loudly. Til the void atmosphere is hardly known.

She is there.
Dark long hair with her oriental eyes.
Sipping a new fresh coke she bought off the snack bar.
The movie's bout to start. Lights are off, drums of dolby starting their 'musical' noises.
She then Whispered... silently.
"Where the others? The Audience?"
"Am I alone?"

...Was she alone?

She dont care less. All she knows, the movie's bout to begin and heck she gonna missed it.

There she was..
Sittin' alone with her large coke and a packet of chewing gum. Eyes constantly focused on the Big Screen.
There she was laughing on every funny scenes, alone.
None there to laugh with her. To laugh at them, the actors.

I was there. You wudn't notice my existence for I am just a mini particle on this thin air circulating the theater. I was there just like a brother of mine, the silent wall. She knew nothing of us being there.

She kept on laughing scene by scene. She laughed when a chicken run slash chicken clown scene was shown. She stopped when no emotional expression was needed. She laughed and laughed cos she knew the movie's a comedy about love. You hear comedy, you laugh.

Yet her laughter seems all dry. Although she laughed out loud throughout the empty theater, she knew, she's alone. None there to laugh with her. Her laughter began to feel bitter and soulless. She knew.

Did she continue to laugh in her emptiness?
Crowned with bitter emotion and her superficial smiles?
Or she stood up and went off?

I know the answer, Do you?

EDAN!

Honestly, got nothin' to write about
Can I just say that I crave for parties, I have no idea why.
I'm not so much of a party-goer but the idea of having a huge rage party these days seems ain't that bad.
I need to scream on top of ma lungs and yell out shits I can't possibly do in mid-days!

Okay, the honest truth? I wanna get out of these crazy nightmares that are not only happening at night, oh no babe, they're also tailin' me in daylights too! thats what creep the hell outta me!

I crave for a thing that I can't possibly tell to any living being alive! not even to a piece of plant hanging outside ma bedroom door. Heck ain't gonna.

Thus why I wanna go to parties where booze and smokes all around. I wanna go wild, for once. Maybe that'll soothe me down a bit. Ha Ha. Crude joke. I'm tired of constantly having these so-called nightmares. Theyre not literally nightmares, but to me, yes.. I'm having this irritating and disturbing thought that is so difficult to tell. As I said, I'm going outta ma mind. Or as Jamie said, ma mind going outta me.

Isht. I need some booze.

Desperate times - desperate measures?!

Mother told me don't look for love
But when I find it just be patient babe
And then my eyes are closing so I guess I have to wait.
I guess I have to wait.
Late at night, I'm thinking of him, don't know if it sounds right
I don't know what he looks like, but he's my babe.
Hell if I will be true
Just as true as God writes, I promise to be his sunlight
Til my dying day.

Hubby where are you,
Hubby where are you,
Hubby where are you
Here I am

So maybe you think, I'm going out of my mind now
Maybe my mind is going out of me
And then my eyes are closing so just how am I to see?

[the reverse lyric of 'wifey - Jamie Cullum'.]

FYI: Ain't a hubby I'm lookin for now. A lover wud be the right delivery. *halah!*

The One with the Ick Factor

Theres a tale. A shocking untrue story.
A dream.
It shudnt be treated with overly disgusted feeling nor ickiness.
Why he had to be in the dream?
He's the ick element in the dream...
He, who shudnt be anywhere near in anyone's mind. Not me, Not I.
The thought is extremely icky. I Feel Icky!
any thought of this (of Him!) is weird.
Lust maybe, but none else!
Help.. Help me put out the disturbing mind games.

Diamond in the Rough

Quiet, Silent, One soul.
Theyre out there. Out the glass door.
Stuck here inside. Just a girl.
None to communicate, not even a whisper.
Through these blank papers unspoken words are pouring out.
Lemme out, Lemme leave, Lemme dissapear.
You don't know my world, I don't know yours.
Why can't we respect our own rules and choices?
Without any aggregation to abide..

I want my world. I want my freedom.
The air around me, diluted with tricks and chain of lies.
Be Gone, Be Gone!
Just lemme be me.
To be my own self again.
No lies, No pressure and a never-ending journey to learn to be whole agian.
Learn to find the happiness within.
Just lemme be me...

{situation: bored, alone in the unknown small cubicle. Just me and other strangers, outside. Yes, it was the first day at work!}


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Dear Johnny,
Youre out of sight, out of reach.
You despise me, yet..
Your beauty indulges me
Your eyes, seduced me.
They showered me with any possibilities of lust, not love.
Lucid.
Nothing but a dream.
None's real..

{A desire of wanting someone, A dear John Doe}

merde!

Have you ever feel loneliness? I mean, really really lonely..
Not lonely cos you ain't have friends or lovers, but alone cos there are none you can trust enough to be your faithful companion. Someone to sit there with you and share all things in your mind. Someone who'd hug you when youre at your lowest low, someone who'd hold your hands and comfort you when things are in such mess. Someone who'd share your laughs and tears, together.

No. It's not about a lover or soulmate. It's not the path of a man and woman.
It's a different kind of love. It's about sincerity...

Maybe I'm too naive. Perhaps I am just a kid. Probably I need to learn more about the real world. Yes, all of the uncertainties.

I'm tired with all the greed and hatred that coming at me every time of days. Can't they leave me, leave us, in peace? They feel threatened, perhaps. Theyre the devils, I'm sure. Theyre the demons with massive jealousy over our happy life. They wudnt satisfied if tears werent shed under all this glory. They'd be most happy when we're in agony and despair. Yes, all's because they knew that WE are the true Queen and Princesses. Not them. They're the lowest beings, lower than rats. They're the hideous scoundrels. Theyre the moronic whores!