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Hapsari's 28th page

it's going to be a love story, with of course an unhappy ending, but really depend on how you look at it

it's about a page of a poetry book written by.. well.. someone good. Joining the book club, which most of the time hangout around the library, on book fairs, on novel autograph sessions, a stupid man who loves to read fall in love with a beauty who loves poetry.

He crave her so much that one day he found a poetry that describes his feelings, and one day he said the words of the first line to her.. she listen and smiled, followed by her speaking her first greetings to our stupid hero.

the other time things got smoother and then there's the incident of a page being ripped off from the library, the 28th page of a poetry book by a famous poet (nice huh?)

and the girl did it, she gave it to the man, and said ; "keep it"

things fast forward to today, how the man has grown, to become one of the nation' prominent novelist.

the girl on the other hand was married and left.

flash back to the desperation of past events, how the girl got pregnant by her boyfriend and eventually married, how the man was broken hearted, blablablabla..

the end of the story closed with the man went looking for the girl after 5 years from the future, talked to a long friend from the book club, how he said things have changed, that the girl is now a widow with a kid..

he came to her, see her condition, see her kid, (guess his name).

and when he opened his wallet to let out the 28th page he kept over the year, she cried.. and said nothing..

he take her hand "let's begin again.."







oooh... soo sweeet...

botax'z request


an image of botak I did for sunday.. read the short story, it sucks hahaha

KL

just going to write scraps about KL and Malaysia in brief points I hope will not be forgotten. at least I attempt to write these things so that I won't forget them.

1. KL is absolutely clean, and its citizens seem to understand the importance of tidiness. garbages are disposed at proper sites and less people are littering(probably 10 percent the number of litter-assholes in Jakarta).

2. it's a great place to live, especially if you're poor. the medical bills are designed so that its citizens wouldn't have to pay that much. government officials with chronic cardiac problems will get free (uncharged) treatments from its Institut Jantung Negara. (The institute was found by their fourth PM back in 1984 after he suffered his first heart attack. "I'm sorry we couldn't give you the proper treatment, I wish we have a hospital dedicated solely on cardiac studies and treatments," said his doctor, and that's pretty much the trigger).

3. there are nine bridges in Putra Jaya, one is less comparable to the other eight. all were constructed with amazing designs and size, copied from different countries. one beautiful yellow bridge is constructed based on an iranian bridge constructed on a bigger dimension.

4.Mamak's place is amazing, the food is new and hence interesting,the plate is huge and therefore can contain almost all your disgusting crave for food

bersambung

both sides now




rows and flows of angel hair
an ice cream castle in the air
and feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

but now they only block the sun
they rain and they snow on everyone
so many things I would've done
but clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
from up and down, and still somehow
it's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

moons and junes and ferris wheels
the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

but now its just another show
you leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don't let them know
don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
from give and take, and still somehow
it's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

tears and fears and feeling proud
to say I love you right out loud
dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

but now old friends, they're acting strange
they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed
well something's lost, but something's gained
in a living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
from win and lose and still somehow
it's life's illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now
from up and down, and still somehow
it's lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life
at all

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i'm nervous

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kids and elephant

Whatta heck

sometimes there's that feeling like you want to make people suffer even a bit..
this one makes me want to say..
"trace this!"
and laugh out loud

But anyways, try mix a picture of an elephant, something like this..


with a picture of kids facing the back, something like this..


the result will be somewhat like this..


and if you feel like to give some shit at the background..



or in my case just wanted to mess around hehe..
now I don't even bother telling you the use of this one, don't matter.

and this is what I found after searching the internet looking for pictures of elephant, pretty nice eh?

Dream Big Toilets

“If you really want to know, I didn’t really care about the color of the tiles or whether they’re using lamps from Philips or not. I just want to pee, and that’s it,” he said.

“So I ran the familiar hallway from my office door toward the ballroom, which surprisingly was long and winding, only to find the big red neon signal on the door-top saying ‘occupied’ instead of, well, ‘ballroom’. It even blinked constantly.

Now I have no idea of what’s going on, but deep inside me I know that it’s bathroom in there, and that’s where I’ve got to be!”

“I was an imbecile to have failed in realizing how imbecile I was, missing a number of simple stupid facts during that time. I mean, I know it was at night; it was dark, and with the spotlights following my every move, the suspense is as real as any other Alfred Hitchcock movies. So what the heck am I doing at the office that late? And wearing only pajamas? Those were simple little things I have failed to realize.”

“Don’t ask me what time; that was off the questions. And didn’t I tell you that some facts were bluntly missing from my point of view? My brain was numb, and there’s that funny tickly feelings on both of my knees that literally blocking my common sense, forcing me to move, to break-dance, to run, to run sideways, to try and jump across the hall in a flash, to get to the faraway door as swift as I could, which eventually reached, but that was one heavy door to move.”

“And damn what a big door it was. The biggest bathroom door I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I tried to gather all my strengths and push it as hard as I could, to force it open. The sign wrote ‘pull’ and I pulled it as hard as I possibly could. And it opened.”

“It opened with a bang and guessed what; it was a gate, a gate to a long narrow path slicing through the steep sides of Alpine. Pine trees are bold from the right side up, while the ascending snowy surfaces are vast, covering fractures of solid stone-grounds. There was nothing on the left side of the path. “This can’t be happening!” I screamed. “If the storm blew me off, I’ll fall!”

And I was right, this can’t be happening. I stopped, trying to feel the heavy wind in front of me with my face and nothing.”

“I slowly opened my eyes, starred at the grey ceiling for minutes, and finally decided to get my fat Doraemon pillow out of the way and wobble to the bathroom, to pee.”

That’s my friend Botak talking, he’s so skinny that if he losses another pound, he’ll disappear. Which of course doesn’t quite hit the point of what he’s talking about, it’s just some random things he said that I found somewhat interesting, among other things.

The other day he was Napoleon, dashing Marengo on top of European architecture rooftops, “leading toward the big empty, chasing the void and halted at a giant football field. The world was flat and the land was as shiny as a black tinted glass.”

“Now I knew this was just a dream, one theatrically stupid dream that usually started so well but ended up with a big flop. Napoleon, whom somehow has always been the sole qualified representative of deminunitive men’s over achievements in my mind, galloping toward a perfect stage of the world in black and white with dark reflections and mirrors; it’s a moving masterpiece!” he blabbered.

“But what beheld Napoleon’s eyes was none other than a line of bathrooms, with people lining up in front of the small white doors.

Tiny 2x3 square meter boxes with white doors could be seen standing in the horizon from a distance to eternity. About 50 people lined up in front of every door while bending their knees, making faces and buzzing like flies.”

“My steed rushed toward them as if moving on my whim, obliterating these people in a tense and careless moving of both front and back feet. They scattered, screaming and crying. I was a bandit, a samurai, a guy with samurai attire, and as the people screaming in all directions, they grew smaller while I grew taller. My horse’s feet snapped their bones, squished their flesh like oranges, and soon the field was empty, these little people have vanished and I was back to my previous form, the vertically challenged Napoleon.”

It’s a bit loopy for me how he insisted on using eerie augmentation for the word ‘short’ instead of using ‘short’ anyways.

“I woke up, and of course, started walking toward the bathroom. I got too tall and too big in the dream that even the bathroom-lines started to look like small boxes on the floor. I couldn’t even get off of my horse without the fear of broken legs or flat out head. I was in a stationary for a while before gradually gain consciousness; the dream ran out of ideas,” he ended.

Funny how dreams are, sometimes they’re awfully familiar, life-like and glamour, but most of the times, at least in Botak’s case, they got to a point where everything is too damn predictable and as he put it; boring.

He believed, and I knew that he’s not even trying to be scientific -I’m sure Freud has different and much more advance opinions about dreams that don’t even consider his mumbo jumbo blah-blah-blah useless belief worth hearing, yet who cares- that dreams pictured -graphically speaking- human-brain’s highest ability to come up with the most interesting stories, and later telling it to ourselves like movies.

It’s like saying “now this is a good imagination,” and later scorned us for not being able to think of such stories while sober.

“You know, you could either be one hell of a children story teller or a crazy poet; just write your dreams on paper,” I used to say to him. He’d stared at me like an idiot and said ‘yeah’ and ‘right’ as a word -which reminds me of a good joke about a linguistic professor who pointed out that never, ever, in any language, does a double positive form a negative.

And never did he consider these dreams serious “those just stupid dreams I dreamed when I forgot to pee before sleeping,” he once said.

Well, I thank God he finally listened to me, as twenty years latter he found a way to smoothen his language and shoot out to be one of New York Time’s bestseller authors for children’s storybooks. His latest bedtime stories collection entitled “Dream Big Toilets”, which talked about the importance of brushing one’s teeth, changing to pajamas, tidying the bed and of course peeing before sleeping, won various prizes from the prestigious Georgia Children’s Book Award to Caldecott Honor Medal.

Both Calvin and Yotsuba –my 11 year old son and 6 year old daughter- are big fans, dragging me all the way down to his autograph-session at the city’s biggest bookstore last Sunday; despite his frequent visit to the house.

But let’s talk about the present here; Botak’s coming for a snack and I bet he’s going to have lots of stupid… I mean interesting stories to tell.


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one short story from a stupid idea that I finally write ha ha ha, like I believe once believed, being rejected can be quite a trigger sometimes.. on second read the story bores me as much, but whatta hell, it was fun writing this one. ;)

where does love go when it dies



could you ever steal a prayer to deny your God
could you ever buy you love and not count the cost
could you ever take a life when all was lost
would it ever be enough

could you bite the hand that feeds and then ask for more
could you kiss the wound that bleeds spit it on the floor
could you open up your heart and then close the door
would it ever be enough

every word you whisper
all the tears you hide
you die for love when it's alive
but where does love go when it dies

if you came across your dream would you walk on by
hold a candle to the wind and just let it die
and is there room inside your mind for one more try
would it ever be enough

I watch the time go rushing by it's like an ocean wave
showing you no mercy throwing dirt upon your grave
you're drowning in the darkness and you're blinded by the light
and there ain't no prayer that's gonna save you now

if you woke up from your sleep blood on your hands
would you wash the pain away no one understands
there must be someone out there who can help you breathe again
and would it ever be enough

every word you whisper
all the tears you hide
you die for love when it's alive
but where does love go when it dies