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There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why...
I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?

Petronas building (Taken with Instagram at Kuala Lumpur malaysia)

04.11.12

Candi plaosan (Taken with instagram)

02.05.12

Creme brulle - AgliOö (Taken with instagram)

02.03.12

Part of us (Taken with instagram)

01.25.12

Mari berdongeng di dunia mimpi (Taken with instagram)

01.25.12

action sampler in batavia using kodak colorplus 200

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing”

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

01.21.12

.shadow.

It is not just you I meet

as I enter -

that face you’ve fixed

for the world’s alarms

those tools you deploy

for the day’s display -

it’s not only

your smile

that greets me

at the door -

your shadow

like an unrolling carpet

rushes across the floor

and flings itself into my arms

These days your shadow

hits me like an unguided brick

while you in the distance

treading your private boards

shimmer like a child’s fantasy

a mere colouration.

To which should I go

to seek redress ?

Which emptiness ?

How can I rendez-vous with this shadow you’ve disowned ?

01.12.12

The center of my hate
The beging of my create

The knowing of no hope
The pain of no cope

The buring of the light
The comfert of the night

The wonder of true love
The death of the white dove

The nothing left in me
I was never ment to be

12.24.11

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Hayyy.. Malam minggu…
Untuk kesekian kalinya keanehan datang..
Bukan salah siapapun kurasa…
Malam seperti biasanya, kemacetan jakarta seperti biasanya..
Namun, tetap saja kesendirian datang..

Kalau memang memilih kesendirian, mengapa datangi keramaian?
Sebuah pertanyaan yang belum mampu kujawab..
Sayup sayup terdengar suara takbir..
Dan bayangan akan kenangan masa kecil perlahan2 hampiri masa lalu yang sempat terlupakan itu.. Kesenangan akan berkumpul bersama teman - teman masa kecil di masjid dekat rumah..
Dan kembali ke saat ini dimana semuanya mulai memilih jalannya masing -masing..
Yaaaa… Kita bertumbuh berkembang…
Berubah.

Lelaki di depanku sedikit tersenyum seperti ingin tau apa sebetulnya yang sedang kufikirkan, dan senyum tipis itu hanya mampu kubalas sekilas karna sedang sibuk dengan Fikiran yang mencoba menyibukkan diri walaupun entah apa..
Dan lelaki di depanku masih tersenyum sambil sesekali memainkan sebatang kafein di antara jari jari tangannya yang mampu kperhatikan dari sudut mata..

Dan kami, bersama dengan kesendirian masing masing

Sabtu malam, november 2011
sudut selatan ibukota

12.18.11

I lost my heart, to a lost world, to lost cause
Not knowing the lost cause - of - this lost world.
But it’s not this lost world that is the cause - but the lost cause
Looking for the world without it’s lost cause -
What is the lost cause

Looking for the lost cause, to find my lost heart - find the cause
Cause was found, to this lost world - no more lost cause
To this lost world - no more lost world - to the cause
Found the cause without it’s lost
Found the world without it’s lost

Looking for my lost heart, in this world and it’s cause
Found the world but no lost heart
Found the cause but no lost heart
Found no heart and found no lost heart
To this world and it’s cause

Need the lost world and it’s lost cause
To find my lost heart

12.17.11

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