Monday, October 29, 2007

Which way my love?

Last night I had an unexpected conversation with an unlikely friend, Andi. Andi lives just several houses down the alley from mine and usually our conversation ranges from comic to babes and occasional porn collection.
Last night, however, the discussion moves to a rather peculiar subject, a book by Pram called "bumi manusia". The story revolved around a guy who is part of the Indonesian independent movement back in the 19th century till early 20th.
We didn't talk about the movement or how revolutionist so act. Instead we talked about a peculiar fact that the main character never seems to be lucky in love.
His first wife died at a very young age. So did his second wife. Neither of them bore him any child. His third love turned him down for the glamor of Paris. His third wife, and the fourth time he fell in love, didn't die on him. But he was forced to divorce her because she made a political statement and he got the arrested for it. He could have stayed with her but it would cause endless trouble for her.
Andi make a fine statement when he said that it was because the way the character chose was not the way of love. It was the way of idealism, the revolution, and his love couldn't keep up with it or has to be sacrificed.
Does it have to be that way? Can we not have love without sacrificing something... or have our dreams with out sacrificing our love?
What if our dream is to love someone, should we discard everything else and do everything for our love?

Monday, October 22, 2007

The Comma

Ah, the comma. Finally I can take a break from it all. Even if it was only for but a moment in time, still a break is a break. A welcome intrusion in a long string of letters and words, a moment of peace in the mists of conversation, a white space between the lines. A slight pause, that after a pat in the back softly ask me to move on.
Though a bit hard to notice most of the time, there are times, many in fact, when I crave for that little sign. Though often mistaken for a spot or dirt, still I miss it and I know I need it.
There are others off course, like the dot, or dash, or maybe the apostrophe but none are like the comma.
Take the dot for instance, it always come at the end of a sentence. The last thing you will see on a long string of consonants and vowels, the dot will stop you and then everything must start a new. Most of the time though, the dot couldn’t care less if you do continue or not.
The dash on the other hand, doesn’t care if you are on your dying breath. The dash will always urge you to move on. It totally lacks any compassion and patience as it push your eyes to absorb more and more information, forcing you to swallow all the letters that comes before and after it by the mouthful.
That is why I always prefer the comma compared to any other, and to tell you the truth, I can use one right know.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Warning from the blue man

Ok, so I didn't make this one... but it's just sooooooo ....
aw heck, watch it for yourself lah!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

1003.07 11:25

malam-malam tak tahu mau kemana
akhirnya tetap di kantor
tentunya sudah tidak bekerja
karena hari gini saatnya molor

tulis-tulis sesuka hati
karena juga tak tahu mau nulis apa
kalau bisa sambil makan kuaci
sayang ga ada jadi ga apa

hanya ingin menulis malam ini
tentang hati yang tak bertuan
dan diri yang kini sendiri
tak tahu mau kemana berjalan

siapa sangka kebebasan begitu besar
membutakan mata, mematikan langkah
namun siapa sangka begitu segar
karena dunia luas menantang dengan gagah

sebentar lagi aku kan mulai berjalan
tapi memang langkah pertama paling berat
tolong jangan ditanya mulainya kapan
mungkin kalau rasa bersalah sudah mulai berkarat