november 5th 2010. (0.00)

waktu, membiaskan semua getir.
buat apa lagi kamu bersedu-sedan?
biarkan ia mati.. biarkan ia terbakar sampai habis tak berdebu..
ayo bangkit, biarkan dirimu terjangkit candu lagi.
jika memang harus menangis,
menangislah diatas perapian,
sehingga tiap air mata yg jatuh akan langsung terbakar.

a thought from a man who giggled so sweet

"so what d'ya seekth midear?"
I am asking my sweetheart and writing a monologue at a time.
"Didja tell me what should I do na help ja?"
(..........)
I hear nothing from my sweetheart
"What do ya crying fo midear?"

"I AM CRYING OVER YOU!"
shouting, my trembling sweetheart--

I don't know what my sweetheart talking about......
tick-tock, tick-tock
I am wondering why, wondering what, wondering who???
and the clock takes the most loudness in this room..

Well maybe my sweetheart's just dealing with a thing called emotion,
and I am going to wipe 'em tears in my sweetheart's eyes,
and I am going to take my sweetheart's hands,
and I am going to draw a smile,
on my sweetheart's lips,
with something,
My Bosom.

And I know, my sweetheart is going to say,
"Me love your giggle, dear......"

Je suis de fatigue.

A place is spaces connected with breath.
Just like a room, filled with chronicles
and the universe is hugging each other with people.
But here, me empty.
Ouch me!
Life is running to the west while. I am now in the east..
The clouds here are singing singing
I heard their songs through the raindrop
said that thy are reading the wrong map.
Means that the Sun can not find my steps. anymore.
"Je suis de fatigue.."

in respect of you

Your i g n o r a n c e kills me.

Your left-brain-minded ruins me life.

Your ONE-EAR-HEARING-SYSTEM destroys me words.

....So when will thy cross the Styx and gone..?

sshhh..

Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence is gold.Silence..Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Comforts me..Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence.. Silence.. Silence..
Silence..Silence..Silence..Silence saves me.

Is it a confusion?

"I photograph what I do not wish to paint, and I paint what I do not wish to photograph." - Man Ray -

Me, like everybody in this universe should have something to paint, or to photograph.
But.. I am sure what I am going to paint..
It is something..
But I am not sure, whether that something wants to be painted by me or not.
I guess no one can help me in this case.

ini serius!!!

Saya akan berhenti, jika saya pikir berhenti adalah hal yang terbaik untuk saya dan kamu..jangan lupa juga terbaik untuk dia.
Dan jika saya sudah memutuskan untuk berhenti, saya akan benar-benar berhenti, sekalipun kamu menawarkan puluhan boks pocky rasa pisang coklat.