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Dec
06

“I can make it through the rain, i can stand up once again. On my own, and I know that I’m strong enough to mend… blaaah … ” forgot the rest of the lyrics. That’s it. Mariah Carey : Through The Rain.

And so, i was there. In a park through the rain – crying for something that i would regret that i had cried for. What a young age. For I didn’t know what to say and whom I could talk to.

Nyahaha, i was reading Mel’s Posting : My Life According to Copeland. Then her poem in Bahasa Indonesia and her own quote about rain. That, she said in her quote : love walking in the rain so no one knows that she’s crying. Then I found other poem in Bahasa Indonesia – belongs to Ria who wrote there that she was born in Tanjung Karang for i remember that great female poet who was born in Tanjung Karang too : Dina Octaviani, while Ria Octaviansari was still talking about rain and that word : park!

Is there any relation between those similar name? Don’t know and don’t care..

I tried to re-write Mel’s Poem into English :

tittle : I Wished for Rain Tonight

rain, please come to me

make my body wet with your droplets

so that your droplets shall become one with mine

let’s get in droplets of tears

sweep him out!

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Then Ria’s Post : “I’m Waiting for You in This Park” (part 1) and “Rain” (part 2)

Part 1 :

this park is the place in which i’m waiting for you

among those hurted birds

for you’ll be back there

to see the dancing trees as the wind blows

i’m still here in this park, to wait for you

since in your town

dreams are so crowded in the air

that i hardly can breath the clear air

and i’m stil waiting for you

till the dry murder the trees

and the thirsty land too

as my flesh dissolves to the wind

and the time gets dance in my bones

among those smell of dead bodies

that gets straight to your nose to tell :

i am waiting (still)

Part 2 :

droplet by droplet

through the soil

the smell dissolves to the air

reminds me of

our first meet

on one holly and,,

(almost) dark evening..

as i see from my window

a puddle of water fills my yard

and small feet moving here and there

and tear the wet ceramics

let’s just play with me

while the rain visits us here

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And so now I created my own Poem :

Me and Rain

I’ll dissolve my tears in the rain.

I’ll free myself from the pain.

As nothing more to be affraid of.

Even if the feelings are still blushy to show off.

I’ll dissolve my tears in the rain.

I’ll free myself from the pain.

Won’t let the world know.

These undefined sorrow.

Dec
01

Re-Posted from the Indonesian Version :

Hal yang Dibutuhkan Wanita dalam Sebuah Hubungan @Twentea

original written by : Anang Pradipta of gamexeon, re-written into English by : Dian Ara the freakezoid-freelancer, posted by : Putri Sarinande.

Here We Go..!

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I write this article for all you guys out there. I am sure you are a clever guy. And handsome, too, for sure.

I am also sure you have once or more in your life dated girl(s). I could care less if you failed or succeeded in your love experience. I write this to remind you all the small things you guys used to forget along your journey into a real man.

I want to share a tragic story on my friend. He loved his girlfriend with all his heart and soul. Or that was what I thought. Since in the end, his girlfriend dumped him.

He loved his girlfriend truly, madly, deeply. Every time and anywhere she wanted to go, he was all set to escort her. Whatever worldly she ever wanted, he would definitely deliver them to her. He chose to watch Transformers II over Ketika Cinta Bertasbih (KCB), simply because she wanted to watch that Bay stupid movie, though he had already bought tickets for KCB. He surprised her a lot (well, at least he thought so) by bringing her flowers once in few days, when he visited her at home.

He joined such “guy days” as futsal and billiard no more since all his time and world revolved round his girlfriend. Instead, he sat like a sweet duck, in… YES! A beauty shop! Waiting for his girlfriend got her hair done and giggled with her friends. He in fact—for Heaven’s sake—told me that he wanted to marry that biatch! And he wanted her to be a fulltime housewife, with all that jazz! He loved her to death, if I may say so.

Instead of “saving” him from a lifetime misery, I said to him, “You are indeed a good person. Good luck (in marrying her)!”. Oh yes, I was that evil.

But life had its own way to save him. Few weeks after, he came to me and said that he had just got dumped. What the…? How on earth…? That “queen” of him, out of the blue, dumped him? How could she? What had he done wrong?!

You know what? Here are why:

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Nov
30

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Yeah! That’s the first when I tried to connect My Flickr Account to My Lovely Bunny Bloggie ^^

So far, the flickr was meant to be a space for the uncategorized even I tried to categorize them ^^

No more to say, just click and the rest..!

ENJOY (as I often said..)

Nov
25
love in term of family

in the name of family

in the name of nationality

simple sentence : A God can make mistake or not

tricky God or stupid? what a kid's life..

in a term of trade : bargaining

in a term of trading : bargaining

the one and only - the only founder

when a boring life does happen

angel and demon : ambigram

what if god is one of us??..

the stage of life

Kids, are just kids. But what if they are asked to write a letter? Wow, they were looking for thing we named : God, in any term.

Taken from sources, I got these during my tutorial session while working.

ENJOY ^ __ ^

Nov
18

She’s just like Pandora.

Her curiosity is bigger than anything.

She’s just like Pandora.

Her jar of gift was closed.

She’s just like Pandora.

Her hand has led to open the jar.

She’s just like Pandora.

Her instinct has led to the very bottom.

She’s just like Pandora.

Her exercises to curiosity was automatic.

 

In which, there lay hope.

In which, the very bottom is unknown.

In which, the hope seemed to be invisible.

 

Is she just like Pandora,

when left hand and right one are strangers?

Is she just like Pandora,

when she denied that jar of gift?

Is she just like Pandora,

when she doesn’t know what has been searched?

Is she just like Pandora,

when she didn’t know the first time she opened the jar?

Is she just like Pandora,

when marriage is an abstract thing?

 

Take it fun, but never run.

Set it free, but never flee.

Let it fly, but never dry.

 

 

before old laptop, november 17th 2009

 

notes : Pandora, in Greek Myth was the First Woman.

links : Pandora’s Box and Pandora

Nov
10

DEKE ISUN

It was Nico “Broer” Permadi who created this. I don’t know. Beng Sut insisted me to show in my blogs that this belongs to Nico.

Yeah, Deke Isun means Belong To Me. Or else, in Slang Bahasa Indonesia means : punya gewe. Gewe showed first subject, I. Or the possesive pronoun : my, mine. Or even object : me.

So far, I have been using this icon for my Plurk Site.

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Nov
10

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Point of Space,

very early on Hero’s Day of Indonesia

(November 10th) 2009

Nov
08

i contomplated to figure out the undefined things in life. since, many things happened for the last few days. most of all, my love to ciheu dissapeared. as i felt betrayed by Mam Pimpie n Mowmow her bitch. one thing : why they didn’t tell me anything if there’s indeed changes that she, and they think, i will destroy their changes when i was allowed to gather again with them? they might just told me to do this or that or telling me not to do this or that..

they just dumped me out. i was sad. and i felt dissapointed.

but i’m healed. first of all, titarubi got these statements. reasons why i like them so much ( web guy first, then the artist) :

  1. The Web Developer Guy – aren’t you often being ignored?
  2. The Immortal-Artist – why you kept angry like grannies?

well, sieztah tita defined me almost perfect.

meanwhile, i was home alone so i insisted heroe boeloe n bohay to accompany for a while. they came!

here we go with the photos :

Home Alone : Boeloeboeloe above, and herou below :

Home Alone Heroei forgot to capture bohay.

last, i was dating with my friend. he has a girl. so i was dating with one’s boyfriend. huff, like i care uhh?

show must go on! keep on with the love and the life.. I LOVE you.. huhu,,

Nov
02

once, a shapeless-soul met another shaped-soul. but the shaped-soul has been filled with memories, that shapeless-soul hardly ever have. no matter how long it takes, shapeless soul won’t reach the memories in shaped-soul. as it is a reality that shapeless-soul knew before. as shapeless-soul hardly ever stop for a while, to have memories.

the clok was ticking, while shaped-soul whispered to the shapeless-soul : i can’t ignore the memories. shapeless-soul just smiled and stuck to the shaped-soul. and wished in silence; i (still) cursed the day i was formed.

for a few second, the time stopped. shapeless-soul opened a coffin and put another undefined memories inside.

eternal death took its place (again).

was re-written in Bahasa Indonesia : keabadian

Oct
31

This is an old post from My Lost Blog.

Feel free to check it out ^^

Rice has four meanings in Indonesian.

First is padi. It is the harvest in the field – wet rice field to be exact, since this first translation of rice grows in wet condition.

The second is gabah; the unhusked. It means that it’s still covered with a dry outer. The farmers should hull it first to get the next translation of RICE.

So the third meaning of rice is beras. It’s already hulled. But people could not eat this beras, they need to cook it first.

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