They're Viewable, But Untouchable

Viewable, but untouchable. When the distance separate us apart, I might have to dry the ocean and enclose the sky to meet them.

A mile, two miles, three miles, but we are actually so close. It's a meter but it seems like a mile.
For every hour they spend, and every hour I waste.
They earn something, I waste something.
They make me happy. I make myself sad.
Cell phone, instant messenger, they do not work.
We have the connection, but it's dead connection.
So the distance seems to be further. And rocket will worth do us closer.

It's been an hour since the last time I saw you on Facebook.
It's been a day since the last time I saw you wrote something on your status box.
It's been a week since the last time I heard news about you.
It's been a month since the last time I saw you walking on that sidewalk in the downtown.
It's been a semester since the last time you hugged me that close.
And it's been a year since the last time you told me that you'd never leave me all alone.

An hour isn't enough for me to enjoy cups of Earl Grey in the poolside with you.
I cannot miss a day to not have breakfast together in our diningroom.
It mustn't be a week for us to have a great summer cruise.
A month isn't enough for me to see your face.
I cannot let you forget to see my achievement at school every semester
And a year isn't enough for me to love you.

You're always on the news. I'm always on the music.
You're into business and grad school. I'm into daily activities.
You're getting busy day by day. I'm getting bored day by day.
You're answering those phone calls. I'm ignoring those phone calls.
You're finishing your projects. I'm finishing my requiem.
You're enjoying night at Malioboro. I'm enjoying night at Bragawegg.
You're telling me, "UGM is a great choice for you!". I'm telling you, "Home is a great place for you!".
You're planning your trip to Egypt. I'm planning your way home.
You're taking plane to Bali. I'm taking a cigarette.
You're wearing a glasses. I'm wearing a glasses similar to yours.
You're listening to my piano plays. I'm listening to your advices.
You're missing your job. I'm missing you.

It's just upstairs. One level higher.
But why does it seem like a 50-storey building?
If it is, I would like to go to the top, look down to where you are and scream it aloud:

"Mom, Dad, I'm halfdead missing you all! Where have you been for this long?!"

Can you hear that?

Confession

God know answers for a love you questions.
The only thing that I know is that I do not know.
I don’t know me anymore.

No solutions for a love your problems.
The only thing I can’t be something.
I don’t wanna be I’m not what I used to be

Why I get mad, I don’t know anymore.
I cross my cell phone and I’m sharing the door.
I’m not the nice guy you fell hell of here’s in love befool

Something’s wrong with me and you don’t seem to disagree.
When I say “go away” it’s not really what I want it, want it to say.
Everything I said it’s descant lost things in my head.
I love you but it’s true I don’t know but thing that I do.
Maybe I’m crazy in love

God know problems, there are your solutions.
The only thing I can be what you don’t want me to be.
I’m not what I used to be

Why you get mad I know baby I see, you cross cell phone and the problem is me.
I’m not the nice guy you fell hell of here’s in love and sorry.

Something’s wrong with me and you don’t seem to disagree when I say, go away it’s not really what I want it, want it to say.
Everything I said it’s descant lost things in my head.
I love you, but it’s true I don’t know but thing that I do maybe I’m crazy in love.

Something’s wrong with me, but don’t you know I’m tried to be beautiful, wonderful.
Though I maybe crazy baby know that I’m crazy for you.

Hot Potato - Confession

Ditimpukin Es

Kemarin ini jadi pengalaman yang sedikit menyebalkan dan menyedihkan. Hiks, hiks, Kazu ditimpukin es >.< padahal nggak salah apa-apa. Eh, itu langit galak banget Kazu ditimpukin es. Padahal Kazu nggak nimpukin langit apa-apa. Jadi ceritanya, siang menuju sore itu Kazu jalan ke Borma Setiabudhi, soalnya magangnya udah selesai. Pas lagi di jalan Gerlong Hilir, mulai kerasa ada hujan rintik-rintik. Terus tiba-tiba ada yang jatoh ke tangan. Kaya batu tapi dingin. Ah, mungkin air doang. Akhirnya tambah lama tuh hujan tambah gede, kepaksa Kazu naekkin speed jalan jadi 3x. Udah masuk ke jalan Setiabudhi, hujan bener-bener ngajak ribut. Beraninya keroyokan, akhirnya Kazu kepaksa berteduh di warung remang-remang (Ya Tuhan!).

Sampe di warung, ternyata yang berteduh juga ada koko-koko gitu. Begonya dia pake celana pendek (tapi untungnya nggak basah, kaya Kazu pake celana panjang jadi basah banget). Si hujan nggak berhenti-berhenti malahan tambah gede. Ditambah angin ikutin nerbangin gak cuman daun-daun pohon gede, tapi juga ranting sama dahan gedenya. Dahan gedenya pada jatoh ke jalan dan bikin mobil-mobil sama motor-motor ngedadak Tokyo Drift! Mobil-mobil sama motor-motor pada ngepot ngehindarin serangan udara dari hujan sama ranting-ranting plus dahan yang jatoh. Ditambah lagi batu-batu yang berserakan dari gawean galian tanah bikin motor-motor kepeleset sama mobil-mobil slip. Sampe ada yang motornya kebawa hanyut beserta mbak-mbaknya! Ngeri lah!

Besok-besok, jangan timpukin saya lagi ya >.<

What's The Point? It Doesn't Seem Interesting.

Talking about the invitation I got several days ago. The invitation is about a dining invitation which will be held on the next week. Working on my workplace from morning to the evening, that I think I won't have much time to attend it. Else the atmosphere isn't really amusing for me (at last I'd better go somewhere else). I like dining invitation, but it depends on the situation and people who will attend it. Sometimes, I refuse the invitation that invites people whom I don't know or I'm not really into them. Sounds like I'm a stranger or I'm sitting among foreigners that I don't know what to do, what kinda language they're speaking and what's they're talking about. Okay, I'll leave my napkin on the chair and leave the hall. I've finished and I'm full. Can I go home?

The invitation can be described as a tribal gathering for a particular group. But they invite the others, too. And guess what will be the main topic for the conversation? Only the topic they've already known! And how about the rest guests? They don't even understand what do the group members talk about. So then there will be small groups talk about different topics. And then there will come more confusing plans from them. And for those who feels extremely bored will decide to go home. Yeah, and finally there will be only the group members itself still gathering in the hall. Well all guests will have dinner but they'll be neglected then.

So it doesn't seem interesting for me. I don't think to attend it.

Super Honeymoon

I used to listen to this song. Yeah, I have this song on my phone so I can listen to this song wherever and whenever I bring my phone. Firstly introduced by Ko Izi. He liked the catchy tunes and energetic beats. He shew me the song and I listened to "Super Honeymoon" for the first time. LOL it sounded twisty, funny, cutey, catchy, and yeah I like it!

Glamour and fashion
Models and magazines... a striking runway entrance
Beauty and passion
Stardust and high class scenes of popular teens
When I lived in Denver, I met a millionaire
With ribbons in her blonde hair
I still remember
She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air

So lovely...
She was everything to me

Both alone in the dark
We long to see the sun
Rise over the Bering Strait
I was sick of the west
When I turned 21
So I moved to the Sunshine State
We played golf on the moon
And tennis on the sun
Like athletes of the afternoon
The solar flares burned my arms
And made her makeup run
On our super lunar honeymoon

I was the youngest son of a congressman
And everything was my fault...
She was a gymnast, happily swinging
On the uneven bars, tuck in a somersault
So lovely... she was everything to me
So lovely... she was everything to me

Both alone in the dark
We long to see the sun
Rise over the Bering Strait
I was sick of the west
When I turned twenty one
So I moved to the sunshine state
Weplayed golf on the moon
And tennis on the sun
Like athletes of the afternoon
The solar flares buned my arms
And made her makeup run
On our super lunar honeymoon

Dengan Segala Keangkuhannya, Mereka Pun Akhirnya Terhempas.

Ingatkah kamu, ketika kamu mengambil jalan itu.

Setelah berulang kali kucoba ingatkan kau untuk tak menapakinya.

Termakan oleh hawa nafsumu, kau lalui jalan itu.

Setapak berbunga, deretan cemara, kicauan burung.

Sadarkah kau kemana kau melangkah?

Ingatkah kamu, ketika kamu akhirnya meninggalkanku di bawah?

Ketika kau berhasil meraih puncak itu.

Cahaya yang kau sentuh, mengangkatmu lebih tinggi.

Semakin tinggi sehingga kau terus memandang ke langit.

Sadarkah kau tempat pertama kau berpijak?

Ingatkah kamu, ketika tangan itu menggenggam tanganmu?

Meraih dan mencengkram kuat kau untuk berdiri.

Kau sudah bangkit, lantas berjalan sendiri.

Lalu kau hempaskan tangan itu ke tanah.

Sadarkah kau akan jemari yang membuatmu bangkit?

Derap langkahmu terdengar jelas.

Membahana, menggema di langit-langit.

Dan kau sadar, apa yang ada di hadapanmu.

Jurang. Harimau. Setapak berduri.

Apa yang kau lakukan ketika kau berjalan balik?

Kakimu semakin jauh dari bumi.

Seperti cahaya yang membutakanmu dari semua kerendahan.

Lantas cahaya itu sirna perlahan.

Bumi menarikmu kembali.

Apa yang kau pikirkan ketika kau terjatuh di tempat pertama kau berpijak?

Kau berjalan dengan angkuh.

Sejauh apapun kau melangkah, kau busungkan dadamu.

Mahkota yang mekar pun akhirnya tertunduk malu.

Tapi batu itu membuatmu tersungkur.

Apa yang kau katakan ketika tangan itu kembali terulur?

Why Did You Say "Yes" When You Knew You'd Bring Hurt?

One day, you got it.. The proposal.

You might had known it before, you'd take hard consequences.

You weren't that brave to accept it, you might had known what would happen.

You weren't ready for that, and you kept thinking.

But what was on your mind?

Why did you say "Yes" when you knew that you'd just bring hurt?

Sacrificed someone else and you were falling deeper and deeper.

You said that it would be a great expectation for everyone.

An expectation that you thought it would brought you to better place and someone over there was hurt.

You acted like everything would be alright, when you said that "It's just a minor problem".

Forgot whom you thought as "useless" and let yourself drowned deeper, much much deeper.

It was so blinding, and you were so blind.

It was written clearly on your drama.

But hey, remember?

Then you found out that you just burnt a match.

The fire could burn you and hurt you, and it happened.

The fire burnt you finally but you threw the fire to someone else.

You didn't take the consequence and you kept acting like a drama queen.

You acted like you were not guilty that you needed help.

You brought people to your drama and made them involved.

And you just made someone over there hurt, by your fire.

Now you keep hiding and hiding, and avoiding everything.

You try to runaway from your great drama.

You cannot runaway. You cannot runaway somehow.

No matter how hard you try to runaway, you'll always be a coward.

Someone has known the scenario.. and he can guess what will happen in the next scene.

And that person is me..

Happy Shark Goes Sad

Ikan hiu, katanya berbahaya (tapi memang berbahaya sih). Yeah, berbahaya kalau diganggu. Kalau nggak diganggu kan nggak akan ngeganggu balik (kecuali kalau lapar). Waktu ke Seaworld beberapa tahun yang lalu, Kazu main ke akuarium khusus anak kecil. Isinya ada penyu sama ikan hiu yang baik-baik. Kata guidenya, nggak boleh pegang ekor ikan hiunya, nanti dia nggak bisa nafas. Ikan hiunya baik hati dan nggak galak walopun dipegang-pegang. Terus nggak gigit. Jadi Kazu juga nggak takut sama ikannya.

*Picture credit by adriana7.deviantart.com

Oh, bisa juga berenang sama hiunya tapi di akuarium yang besar!

Tapi sekarang hiunya malah dijadikan santapan. Sirip hiunya jadi sup, kasihan ikan hiunya..

Lihat, siripnya berdarah. Kasihan..

Kalau begini, ikan hiu bisa-bisa jadi langka.. Kasihan..

It's Been 65 Years!

"Betapa hatiku, takkan pilu..
Telah gugur pahlawanku..
Betapa hatiku tak akan sedih, hamba ditinggal sendiri..

Siapakah kini, p'lipur lara..
Nan Setia dan Perwira
Siapakah Kini Pahlawan Hati
Pembela Bangsa Sejati...

Telah gugur Pahlawanku
Tunai Sudah Janji Bakti
Gugur Satu Tumbuh Sribu
Tanah Air Jaya Sakti..."

Ditujukkan kepada pahlawan kemerdekaan yang telah terlebih dahulu duduk di pangkuan Tuhan. I should have remembered back when Grandpa (from Mom) passed away and he was buried in military ceremonial. Yah, Grandpa memang tidak dimakamkan di makam pahlawan, seperti para pahlawan lain (umumnya). Tapi, seremonial secara militer itu mengingatkan saya bahwa inilah yang mungkin seharusnya jadi imbalan untuk apa yang telah para pahlawan perjuangkan puluhan tahun silam.

"Indonesia tanah air beta
Pusaka abadi nan jaya
Indonesia sejak dulu kala
Tetap di puja-puja bangsa.."

Sebenarnya, saya nggak terlalu memikirkan celaan-celaan yang pernah Malaysia keluarkan untuk Indonesia (yang sebaliknya, celaan-celaan itu menunjukkan kekurangan sendiri). Karena satu hal, bagaimanapun juga nama Indonesia akan selalu harum. Yeah, terlepas dari atribut-atribut menyebalkan seperti korupsi, kolusi, nepotisme, terror bom dan segala macamnya, cobalah melihat sejenak ketika wisatawan dari berbagai negara datang ke Indonesia, memuji Indonesia dengan segala macam budaya dan keagungan alamnya. Dan yang saya lihat, sudah dua kali Bali kita di bom dan dihancurkan oleh teroris-teroris biadab dan bajingan, tapi kemudian namanya kembali harum dan bersinar. Indonesia bangga dengan itu.

"Melambai-lambai..
Nyiur di antai..
Berbisik bisik..
Raja kelana..

Memuja pulau..
Nan indah permai..
Tanah airku..
Indonesia.."

Indonesia dulu mempunyai banyak kerajaan-kerajaan. Beberapa merupakan kerajaan maritim, karena memiliki angkatan laut yang kuat dan invulnerable pada masanya. Dan kalau dilihat, garis pantai di Pulau Jawa sangat panjang. Sepanjang itu pula pohon-pohon kelapa berderet mengikuti alur garis pantai. Letak geografis Indonesia juga menyebabkan Indonesia menjadi negara beriklim tropis. Pantai-pantai di Indonesia menawarkan keindahan yang tidak bisa dibandingkan dengan yang lainnya.

"Sekarang telah menjadi lautan api
Mari Bung! Rebut kembali..."

Kami tidak akan mundur! Kami tidak takut! Setelah Bandung dibumihanguskan pada malam itu, kami tidak akan berhenti sampai disana! Takkan memberikan keuntungan pada penjajah sedikitpun dan kami tidak rela akan hal itu! Sekarang kami bangkit dan lihatlah, Bandung sudah tak lagi menjadi lautan api. Dari puncak Gunung Tangkuban Parahu di malam hari, Bandung bermandikan cahaya di bawah langit berbintang. Bandung telah bangkit dan berdiri tegak. Kami sudah membuktikannya.

Terlepas dari semua hal di atas, saya masih mendengar tangisan Ibu Pertiwi..

"Kulihat ibu pertiwi, sedang bersusah hati..
Air matanya berlinang, mas intannya terkenang.."

Rintihannya terasa pilu melihat keadaan Indonesia sekarang. Korupsi, kemiskinan masih merajalela, masalah-masalah keuangan, bentrokan-bentrokan, semuanya. Kejahatan-kejahatan yang terjadi, kelicikan-kelicikan dan kecurangan bagi mereka yang tak mampu, dan kemudahan dalam mendapatkan uang haram, semuanya terlihat kontras dengan perjuangan para pahlawan dulu. Kenapa sekarang justru kita yang menghancurkan apa yang kita cita-citakan?

Biar bagaimanapun, sekarang sudah 65 tahun sejak hari bersejarah itu. Indonesia sudah banyak berubah. Indonesia sedikit demi sedikit meraih cita-citanya. Kami sudah bangkit, tak mau lagi terpuruk dan akan selalu berdiri melawan keganasan-keganasan yang akan kami lewati. Kami tak boleh kalah dengan negara-negara lain. 65 tahun belum cukup untuk kami bisa menjadi lebih hebat dan lebih baik, tapi kami harus dan akan berusaha menjadi lebih baik.

Ibu Pertiwi jangan menangis lagi..

It's been 65 years. Let's shout it aloud..

FREEDOM!!!

Droplets Fall From The Grey Sky

Okay, let's look out the window. Oh,it's raining outside.

The sky is so grey, and I love the sound of raindrops fall on the rooftop. From this dark bedroom, I can enjoy the serenity while listening to the rhythm of the falling rain. Korean ballads play from my computer. I think I should take a cup of coffee.

The rain lightens as I go back to my bedroom while taking my coffee. I skip my playlist and change the song. Epik High's Umbrella plays smoothly. It tastes so soft and foamy. I can feel vanilla on my tongue.