Cahaya Terang

dan malam itu
bukan seperti malam-malam lain
aku menjadi berani
membuka seribu rasa
menyimpan beribu harapan
agar malamku diterangi
agar siangku disinari
agar apiku dipadam
agar lautku dipantaikan
dalam sebuah pertanyaan
"Sudikah kau menerangi hari-hari gelapku, cahya?"
dan sebagai balasan
"Ya."
hariku pasti lebih terang
terima kasih, cahya
mengingatimu, mengingati soalan terbaik hidupku
jawapanmu, menyelamatkanku dari zaman gelapku.

a d i d a s s l e r
- hari-hari mendung

Home Prisoner

And this is it. Consequences from ignorance in studies. Heh. It doesn't really matter to me. Yea, and now I'm kind of being grounded. I can't go outting anymore. Or until they forget all these ridiculous days. I've been in my new class too. And I think it's going to be a boring class, without those WHO DON'T FINISH HOMEWORK. One more thing, we haven't talked to each other for quite a long time, or at least, that's what I feel. It feels like ages. She's missing me, and of course I'm missing her, to death. Hold on, I'll come.

To be blind.

Flying South
saat kita hampir terpecah
kuberdiri lemah
saat kita sudah pecah
tak terjangka kesan
tidak sekali ia jauh
namun tetap terkesan
mendorong jurang
terbentuk perlahan
antara pecahan daya
hasil usaha terdaya
hasil karutan atasan

Death of Dragonfly
dan pepatung itu
mengepak bangga sayap
sayap kebebasan
terbang tinggi fikirnya
lalu terperangkap ia
dijerat sawang
sarang duniawi
dengan sendirinya
ia bergelut berhempas
berpulas melepas
gagal
mati ia di situ
mati di awan khayalan

Is there any space left for me to breathe?

The girls picking cherries.

Students re-streaming. Some fly up. Some fall down under. It depends on how hard you've been working for. And I fall. I've known this from before and I wouldn't regret it. Hah. It's just I'm afraid of losing those classmates. The Ones Who Don't Finish Homework.

"People look dumb when they try hard in something they don't really know." -Dassler, Physics lab.

"We fly North this year." -Naqib, his desk.

A place called 'HOME'.

I've been outing with those mates for quite a many times. But parents, they don't really like that. And when I went out at night, they mentioned about not letting me out again. Uh. If only they knew where I went and what I did last night. In this case, we went to the mosque. And I'm not joking about that. Yea, I admit that I've been lying all this while and they don't know that, but why they were so hard to trust me that I didn't do anything wrong? I ain't their 7-year-old son anymore. I've grown. I don't wish to live on my own, I just want them to let me have a little freedom that I've never had before. Let me out from this parental cage.

Ain't a trusted son. Shouldn't be trusted at all.

Apples for lunch.

Life has been so great in this school break time. Getting escaped from Dark May Days, having a break from school, not seeing those teachers' faces, yea, those things are great. I had few outings with mates, old and new, heh, it was quite fun. And about her, us, actually, is getting better and better. We love each other but yea, I should have expected that many things can interrupt our relationship. Even the tiny ones. And on the very moment, I'm still thinking what has made her mad at me, and too, she mentioned something about losers. But THIS loser doesn't know what makes him a loser, and why is she mad at him.

Would you please tell me, girl?

School break has come to an end. Goodbye, hair.

Anthrax mail : Last Nite

It was 2 hours of sweetness being with her. Hours of paradise. She was so adorable, like usual. It brought back the memories of that night, the night I asked her the question. We talked, typed actually, teasing each other and she sulked and I ridiculously coaxed her, heh, it was a heavenly goodness.

There was a guy going to bed, closing his eyes shut with the funniest thing ever on his face; a smile, thinking of the girl he loves the most.

Live @ T in The Park

Well, I'm missing Lina, quite much. Haven't talked directly to her for quite a few days. Come here, please. Heh.

Julian Casablancas.
Albert Hammond Jr.
Fabrizio Moretti.
Nicky Valensi.
Nikolai Fraiture.

The Strokesization of me.
Listening and singing along.

Converse n' checkerboard.

It was like a chance to get out of this perfect boredom of being at home for holiday. Going to Kuantan with a friend, along with his family, didn't do much fun either. I guess. We had fun teasing each other in car and it was quite amusing. I didn't buy anything at all at the malls and I didn't feel like it. And I got to know something about his sister, and that made me shut-silent on the way back home. It was so annoying. Judgement at the first thought. Discrimination. I don't know.

"I'm scared of people with pimples."
"He didn't wanna reload my credit, he just wanted to treat me. He's thrifty."
"I don't wanna seduce you, I'm not into a guy with my brother's age."

Fuck off, I said.