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Witness

2009-02-05T10:40:00.002-08:00

Witness
If the tide could sing for them
it will sing the song they swayed to
creeping onto those fine sand
massages at their feet

If the stars could tell tales
It will tell a story of perfect strangers
lying with her head on his tummy
With chocolate and candles
staring back at those pearly stars

And if only the rain could touch them again
Like they did under their umbrella
Close and sheltered
Dearly and loved

Laskar Pelangi

2008-10-25T08:54:00.000-07:00

Laskar Pelangi
Mimpi adalah kunci
Untuk kita menaklukkan dunia
Berlarilah
Tanpa lelah sampai engkau
Meraihnya

Laskar pelangi
Takkan terikat waktu
Bebaskan mimpimu di angkasa
Warnai bintang di jiwa

Menarilah dan terus tertawa
Walau dunia tak seindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa
Cinta kita di dunia

Selamanya…

Cinta kepada hidup
Memberikan senyuman abadi
Walau hidup kadang tak adil
Tapi cinta lengkapi kita

Laskar pelangi
Takkan terikat waktu
Jangan berhenti mewarnai
Jutaan mimpi di bumi

Menarilah dan terus tertawa
Walau dunia takseindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa
Cinta kita di dunia

Selamanya…

My Star

2008-08-14T01:07:00.000-07:00

My Star
The blackness of the skies,
Hands strayed at its emptiness,
To no left nor right
To no up nor down

Glitter played at its transcending blackness
As it twinkled sheepishly
The diamond that filled my darkness

And beauty cometh…

Honey

2008-06-27T23:03:00.000-07:00

Honey
Madu bunga, manisan tulen
Buat penyegar tubuh yang layu
Hatiku cair bagaikan lilin
Terkenang-kenang ukiran senyuman mu

Missing

2008-06-08T11:46:00.000-07:00

Missing
I think of you in my every heartbeat.
I miss you in my every lost breathe.
Its unfair that you're not here with me.
When love was all we are.

Remember

2008-06-08T00:25:00.000-07:00

Remember
Remember, remember…I remember
Our twelve hours of carnival
When the flowers illuminates the sky
My sculptor to my smile.

We discovered the rainbow under the stars
We sat in the rain counting cars
You lit the candles by the beach
When actually it was my heart that you’ve lit.

You bite gently at my heart
With greater pain there is more love
You’ve broken my greatest mystery
That I can be loved when I have loved.

I asked for you to follow your heart
When its weight pulled at mine
I will forever be the same, and such for my heart
With love we became, with love we are a piece of art

This boy and his girl
In our world of candy colored swirl.

Litted shadow/Held

2008-03-26T05:42:00.000-07:00

Held
Days will speak of its moments,
Time will ripen its fruits,
Our walks will break our distance,
And our kisses will fill us to our brim,
----------------------------------------------
And when things gets hard and the tears threaten to fall,
I'll have your arms and forget it all...

Litted Shadow
The wind that blew at my skin I imagined to be your touch,
The face that i see when i close my eyes,
I sigh when my breath is stolen
And comfort when we share our warmth.

Breathless

2008-03-02T10:12:00.001-08:00

Breathless
Lets run and run to where our breath last,
to where ever we may.
And when we are left breathless,
lets look at each others eyes
because everything will be fine.
Because we took our breath away...

_________________________

Lets run, lets run
lets get lost in the way
Lets look at the world
like little boys and girls.
Candy coloured swirls
_________________________

A colour-fool swirl of sweetness
like a rainbow over a rich glow of sunshine...

Morning
The crimson light falls subtle.
When the day is a newborn,
With a smile I blow gentle,
Be the first to grace your morn.

Between our places

2008-02-02T13:17:00.000-08:00

Between our places

I have seen you on many faces.
We know we will find you between our places.

I would have expected you to be absolute and clear.
One and glaring that it hurts for without, it is never real.
Let it ripen into full blossom and gather then its gleam.

We were contained in a bottle, drifting through Atlantis.
The tides decided yet not to meet its time.
She sings to us the songs of salt water.

Brim of her tide preach patience and perseverance.
And when the sun rises from the horizon,
Its beauty promises greatness of what we will find,
With you between our places

A picture of you holding a picture of me

2007-12-14T22:54:00.001-08:00

Road trips and Long Walks
Heels blistered and healed
A suitcase full of broken bowls
The prying eye gathers dust
Hand holding an empty cup
While the other a broken compass
In my back pocket
A picture of you holding a picture of me

Adventures in Anthropology

2007-10-20T12:27:00.000-07:00

Adventures in Anthropology

It is like a ghost that stood staring at him as he sits quietly looking back at its emptiness. The imperceptible air that blows its windy chills settled at his warm skin. Olfaction lingers the scent that bear testimony of its blindness. The mind can’t perceive what none he sees. What is missing in sight his wits can’t sense and his heart can’t feel. And with such enigma its existence contradicts but with mutual truth.

Numb

2007-09-14T11:49:00.000-07:00

Numb
Darker days,
Like cloudy skies.
Tears of rain,
Like drenched hopes.
Looking through the silent storm,
Stood paralyzed at its tears.
In numbness, awaits the sun.

2007-09-13T09:28:00.000-07:00

Colors of Wind

Darkness and still. A moment of blindness, a moment of lightless. From floating oblivion, his eyelids slowly ventured itself. As fluid of silk curtains to barely soak light into vision, the wealthy lush of colors falls onto the subjects that bestow among him. The green that slither sooth to the eyes for how modest its hue speaks, conveyed its true testimony of honesty. The yellow to which light gleam, running at its gradient, determine its texture. Red as harsh as it collides onto the eyes reminds him of its paradox. Amidst the premature warmth that travels by the rays of the shy sun, filtered by sky’s cotton. Lay wide and far, blue transcends onto the mind at its epic that lingers across and above us.

As he stood still on the cushioned ground, none firmly in motion but the sloth bat of his eyelids, a cool caress grazed his skin. Its miniscule breeze evokes such calm and drew relief to his face. As he lightly raised his arms, outreached; succumbed at the running air passing between his fingers. The dry air tingles while peace mingled. A moment to hang on and cling by, for its indulgence is contrary to time.

Whats Goin On

2007-05-26T09:22:00.000-07:00

:Marvin Gaye:
What's goin on...
He said it then, and the question still lingers strong...

Mums

2007-05-13T14:17:00.000-07:00

Mums
You are the gardener that sows the seed of infinite love.
To shine upon us brighter than a blinding sun.
And yet shelter us from wither crisp when it scorches deadly.
Your warm touches puts us at peace
and hoist us valiantly to nurture into vibrant petals.
By the layers that it grew, each mature into hearts of wisdom.
And behold its pride of colours for it is by a mother’s love
that the flowers bear a magnificent botany of life.
And with its honey, her legacy of love prevails onto us.

:Happy Mothers Day:

We weigh on Two Hands...

2007-03-01T01:29:00.000-08:00

We weigh on Two Hands...
'Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.'

: Franz Kafka :

All these things

2007-03-01T01:21:00.000-08:00

Have you ever let your mind wander to someone who sits across you and let the simple indulgence of a smile fill you up to the brim? You'd softly stare as she speaks her life away and let your senses engulfed at her existence.The simplicity of its blisses that makes you silently smile.It is all these things that makes missing a pinching grief.

Blue Door

2007-02-25T13:07:00.000-08:00

Blue Door
Used to open that blue door
Always still at that corner
And when I walk into it,
the music played and played even stronger

Swallowed the good music
Trough my ears onto my heart
And played on it will and still
For that song is ours

The music,that beautiful music
Sounded strong in my heart
But unheard it has become in my ears

Transcending Silence

2007-02-25T12:58:00.000-08:00

Transcending Silence
The silence transcends idle thoughts
Havoc seems to mirror
Senses that played, mingles at the moments
The moments I have riveted in my mind
The moments of our trade in bond
In hopes of revival seems to linger...

Breath

2007-02-25T12:54:00.000-08:00

Breath
My shoulders are heavy
Face is tired and weak enough to smile
My eyes are bleak and dull
Can’t seem to bring my eyebrows to rise
Depressed and frowned it succumbed
My heart felt tight and isolated
My thoughts see doubts
My hopefuls see distance
My feet are just as heavy to walk it
For all I resort is to pull a breath
And let free with it my load…
:: 21 December 2003 ::

Blissful Ignorance

2007-02-25T12:51:00.000-08:00

Blissful Ignorance
Sitting still
The rushing blood tunneling through the veins seem cold
Can't talk too much, can't think too much
Conversations becomes noises
Ideas are just clouds in the head
Passing clouds

Eyes wide open
None in sight but white glares
Thoughts loiters like a fly in the bottle
Intelligence takes a vacation
Motion that idles is tapping of the fingers
Simple movements are just disturbing distractions

Reality becomes a flat liner before it skips again
Veils over worries and concerns
A moment of blissful ignorance
A moment of escape.

::Tuesday, September 13,2005 ::

The Kid with the Heart

2007-02-12T03:06:00.000-08:00

The Kid with the Heart

A moving Ad indeed....

Pain

2007-02-02T14:46:00.000-08:00

Pain

Pain is such a prick.
You don't need them but it just wont go away.
Guess it just proves feelings are human and human are feelings.
Time can be quite a Pill.

Accidental Babies

2007-01-31T11:00:00.000-08:00

Accidental Babies

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Well I Held You Like A Lover
Happy Hands And Your Elbow In The Appropriate Place
And We Ignored Our Others, Happy Plans
For That Delicate Look Upon Your Face
Our Bodies Moved And Hardened
Hurting Parts Of Your Garden
With No Room For A Pardon
In A Place Where No One Knows What We Have Done

Do You ComeTogether Ever With Him?
And Is He Dark Enough?
Enough To See Your Light?
And Do You Brush Your Teeth Before You Kiss?
Do You Miss My Smell?
And Is He Bold Enough To Take You On?
Do You Feel Like You Belong?
And Does He Drive You Wild?
Or Just Mildly Free?
What About Me?

Well You Held Me Like A Lover
Sweaty HandsAnd My Foot In The Appropriate Place
And We Use Cushions To CoverHappy Glands
In The Mild Issue Of Our Disgrace
Our Minds Pressed And Guarded
While Our Flesh Disregarded
The Lack Of Space
For The Light-hearted
In The Boom That Beats Our Drum

Well I Know I Make You CryAnd I Know Sometimes You Wanna Die
But Do You Really Feel Alive Without Me?
If So, Be Free
If Not, Leave Him For Me
Before One Of Us Has Accidental Babies
For We Are In Love

Do You ComeTogether Ever With Him?
Is He Dark Enough?
Enough To See Your Light?
Do You Brush Your Teeth Before You Kiss?
Do You Miss My Smell?
And Is He Bold Enough To Take You On?
Do You Feel Like You Belong?
And Does He Drive You Wild?
Or Just Mildly Free?
What About Me?
What About Me?

2007-01-30T14:59:00.001-08:00

My Way
The words says it all...

Muhammad Ali

2007-01-29T08:13:00.000-08:00

The Big Man

"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain.
It's not something you learn in school.
But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship,
you really haven't learned anything."
: Muhammad Ali :

The Mime/Seed/Unfound

2007-01-28T04:31:00.000-08:00

The Mime
The voiceless person speaks
Mute he is and deaf they seem
His sound is his expression
Sense is what he tries hard to make,
To comprehend is how he tries to enlighten
Frustrated the voiceless person is
But contented when not blind and deaf
For blindless and deafless is his key
To all his doors

Seed
A seed is planted
Blessed with life and open doors
Flourished in grace with such wise
And embrace life as it gently comes
For that tree shall one day wither

Unfound
The seeds planted underneath the soil
Sits dormant still and awaits to become
Meditate to wise into vibrance soon
Beauty awaits those eyes to indulge
Into peace it sways the heart to love
Still planted those seeds underneath and unfound...

2007-01-26T02:07:00.000-08:00

Like a Star : Corrine Bailey Rae
An honest and sublime take on Love...

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Honour to love you

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

You've got this look i can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh.,.. Your love,

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand,

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
To anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands

True love will find you in the end

2007-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00

True love will find you in the end
True love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don't be sad, I know you will,
But dont give up until
True love will find you in the end

This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking can it find you
'Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
Don't be sad i know you will
But don't give up until
True love finds you in the end.

::written by Daniel Johnston::

Let there be light

2007-01-20T10:25:00.000-08:00

Let There Be Light

An ending scene, Northern Exposure

Cryptic Attraction

2007-01-17T13:02:00.000-08:00

Cryptic Attraction
Miniscule hope but silently seeking
Frugal to my heart but generous I desire to be
Parsimonious I am to convey my confessions
In penurious speech I hide my affections
To compromise myself from my utter grief
When every step I played my card
In concealed order I alter my dealings
If chances I am bestowed to receive
And if time I am lushly spared
Closer to you I please to grow

A Song

2007-01-03T12:50:00.000-08:00

About a Song

Have you had this amazing sensation of reminiscence when you are struck with a melody that your sensory comes back from pieces you've left behind years back in the quest of growing up? Things so obscure that it grew obsolete and you would gasp at its revivals? Such that you wonder where time had gone and passed, as if part of life then were snipped from your timeline. So fresh you could almost taste the moments. Even so fresh you would laugh at how silly the journey of your innocence were. The tingling fuzziness behind your ears that makes you sigh at the simple moments in your life. The blissful simplicity in life then and the sense of adventure to things unexplored that seemed complex and in eager for your trial.

I would have pictured me doing my homework at night and listening to soft rock on radio probably in ranges like, Extreme's: More than words. Homework seemed to be everything about Mathematics though. Listening vigilantly to request shows on radio playing at chances of my requests that I had mailed or maybe from friends for yours truly. Its so warm and fuzzy that the brightness of tomorrow greets me by the morning air as I donned my faded school uniform or the crisp prickly ones when its time to replenish. Vanity was a part of settling in and fitting in. Appearance was a form of medium for us to be perceived and awarded in stature. The cold excitement at trade of attention to the admired and the ecstasy of nervousness and glee as we fix our eyes to our crushes. The innocent twinkle as we glare and glance from the corner of our eyes, usually followed by a gentle heap of breath. And then with the most silent smile we could ever pulled.

And yes, all these magnitude of reminiscence from the amazing tune of a song.

TwoZeroZeroSeven

2006-12-31T21:12:00.000-08:00

TwoZeroZeroSeven

History starts clean and fresh today. What was yesterday with all its misadventures are lessons and its sweetness, an everlasting memory. 2006 has its share of Roller coaster and Ferris wheel rides. It was never smooth and painless but it was never mundane either. I've had my greatest achievements and loss at the same race. I would not be pleased to be on a carousel that would carry me round and round to nowhere. Time just flies too fast and I don't expect 2007 to be an exception. Hopefully we can make it a good while before it expires. Its time for evolution and revolution before I realize the candles burnt out. Its time to wash the white sheets and start afresh. Its time to glee at the sunrise and do justice to its beauty. Its time to live again...

:: Haapy New Year everyone ::

2006-12-30T08:19:00.000-08:00

Everybody Hurts

2006-12-20T21:08:00.000-08:00

Bitter Parody
A boulder mounts heavily over my heart
For every breath is a heavy gasp
Heavy of a weight the truth is to carry
For impossible is now a reality
My hopes for my blissful mornings is now nothing but lonely nights
Paradise of your happiness hides my excruciating pain
My head tells tales of fate
But my heart falls heavy for its loss
And yet again, tomorrow is hard to breath.

My Empty Glass
How do you survive everyday on an empty glass
And how do you feel happy for someone who quenches from it?
How do you wait until you fill it with sweetness
And how afraid will you be to salvage every sip?
How long can you last at its clear gleam until it fades with time?
And how strong are you to mend yourself if the glass is broken?

2006-12-13T12:24:00.000-08:00

My long walk...

I took a long walk today. A very long walk. It was a trip I deemed necessary. As much as a physical exercise, it was more in affect to my mind and emotion. It might seem like a trip of reminiscence. Even I myself question the reasons. Was it a sour attempt to relive the past? That would be a hallucination. Why is it that I take this effort to succumb to my emotions? In exaggeration, it may seem. Wouldn't it be easy to just forget about things of the past and create new history for myself? After all, the future waits in anticipation for treasures of my ambitions. I should charge and go for the offensive. Own that goal.

Well, the problem about me is I cherish the past too dearly. As silly as it is, I find it frustrating especially if it create displease. I can't seem to control that. The past was my foundation of what I am and have achieved so far. Mainly the encouragement, support and influences it has given me. It has lined up the faces that have played a part of my present stature. It is a circle I wish never to break. I want it to exist in my present so that it will take me to my distant future. The process matters to me. It made the essence of time what it is. I've always recalled it to be something beautiful that I'd gladly keep till I expire.

Someone told me I was stuck in a moment I can't get out from. Yes, from the U2 song. Well, fair enough perhaps. That would mean I have the ability to remember. At least, that's how I wish to absorb the comment.

Today, the reality is these strings of people in these surroundings are usually at odds with each other. Especially myself, I'd admit. It was something hard for me to come in terms with. You would always want to remember a perfect picture. Sociology and personalities plays few parts in some ways. I am born an emotional person. I am a person that propelled my affairs with love; sometimes too much I get misunderstood. It was cultivated from the undulating chain of the misfortunes.

The walk I took today was a long one. I reckon I was trying to find myself. I went to places that I have once found bliss in certain moments of my life. Even to places that stretched 10 years back. I felt a gush of memories running through my head. In particular, the details that have been obsolete through the years. It was amazing how the mind prompts itself and revives itself at its senses to a locale. All I have to do is walk and it will immerse itself through time. It was as if my eyes projected the people and surroundings that it was used to. I need to feel and see for myself the worthy of my efforts to acknowledge the essence of time. I need to be satisfied with myself that it has been a good while.

It may appear to what I believe as a minuscule paranoia. It has affected my ability to appreciate. It bluntly means I'm never usually amused. My meals are tasteless and I have lesser appreciation for the small fine blesses. The fact that I have lesser tolerance scares me that I don't think before I react. I can't even have enough patience to finish a newspaper article. I am often misunderstood and I do sense I am less approachable. I frown too often and have been reserved usually. All this traits are enough to make me stop and find myself all over again. If I am able to do that, then I am ready to find my other self. My true smile.

:: To those who might have misunderstood me ::

The Act

2006-12-06T11:50:00.000-08:00

The Act
He says his part
She says her part
You say yours
I say mine

Say your lines with a grin
We must all smile
Don't try not to

Say your piece aloud
Just say what's in the script
No other shall speak

Patience

2006-11-24T13:20:00.000-08:00

Patience

Patience: Noun [U]
1) the ability to wait, or to continue doing something despite difficulties,
or to suffer without complaining or becoming annoyed:
2) Good-natured tolerance of delay or incompetence

I have lived by the principle of patience as cultivated by my loving parents. It was the composure and wisdom that I was promised which would make me a decent person, the least. It was meant to mould me into a person that weigh matters as rational and as just that would eventually bear me wisdom. In religion and philosophy, it was a belief I sworn upon heavily. It was an upbringing my parents put me to practice. In instances, I was naturally a stubborn and temperamental person and have blown my share of impulsions. Going through a journey of emotions during my adolescence has taught me the repercussions of succumbing to temper. Patience, I realized is a sibling to time.

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead.
~Mac McCleary

Reality and strings of reoccurrences, mainly the tedious ones may have shaved my flesh of that virtue I practiced so dearly. It has as though shed me of the blissful things in life like the meaningful speck of gleaming light that a morning sun would do to engage you with a sense of blessing. It was something I fear would slip from my grasp. Although I still believe and vouch for it greatly, I still can't deny that it has taken a toll on me. The nurturing element has no doubt made my personality as it is. I am grateful that I was raised in compassion with such noble and loving qualities. And with that, I love my parents so dearly. It is but the sociology effects that had me question of the purpose it has served me.

Patience: A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.
~Ambrose Bierce

The harsh reality of few devious entities has transformed this virtue into a great weakness. It has exploited agendas and opportunities for its value for tolerance and perseverance. The practice for patience is taken for granted and has become an undesirable character and non-tactical for our survival. With that we are trampled over and left being consumed by vultures that prey on it. After taking a test of time, it became quite a feat eventually. The goodness of it has been tarnished and its purpose, obsolete. It will probably take substantial strength of discipline to withstand the punches and a greater sense of persistence to see its fruits prevail.

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster.
One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life. ~Chinese Proverb

The trophy for perseverance perhaps is the self-conscious pride of being true to oneself. Just like the perception of wealth varies to some, patience or 'being patient' as a matter of a virtue, depicts a sense of ownership to an individual. Having that foundation and believing in it, we probably live life guilt-free knowing its evergreen intent that segregates us to a higher breed of intellectuality. At least we know if we chose its alternate stature, we are sure that whatever the outcome is, it is not a righteous stigma we would gladly denote in our life history. After all, patience is the companion of wisdom.

2006-11-08T05:09:00.000-08:00

The Mechanics of chances and perchance

Imagine yourself donning your most distinguished get up. Rented, perhaps. Never a norm you'd get to dress that well; fine and charismatic. Making your way to a reception; though many means of reaching there, you chose to walk. Having it your way is your style, after all. Swift as a lightning, a colossal heap of paint collides onto you. A moment you set to indulge short-lived and the destination and agenda never meant to see its bearings. Disappointing; without a doubt. Unpredictable; definitely. Fairness; never even close to grace it. The mechanics of chances and perchance.

I had the opportunity of such encounter, too much...too often though. Not particularly in such situation, just it's concept. It just set me thinking about the string of occurrences that sums up the episode that it unravels. The construction of story that falls short to my disadvantage. The unnoticed cast of people who will jeopardize my agenda, but not to say it is theirs though. What are the odds of its preceding? Why do things happen the way it does? Why does it happen opposing to what we desire? Yes, it defines fate if we choose to believe it, doesn't it?

If life is a sea and if we are captains sailing our maiden voyages, with a great vessel and a good sense of navigation, naturally we take pride in achieving our destination. Although the destination I chose to conquer is adequately occupied, the vagueness of its standing persevere me to explore. A great storm greets me, slapping violently with its might. Ironically, these are the waves I hope will hoist me valiantly towards my goal. What if the map you trust dearly derailed you and the vessel you rely heavily fails you? What are the chances? As hard as it is to digest, we'd probably have to swim for our survival. The saddest part is that you'll never find out the possibilities of the destination that claimed you. It was never meant to. Was it the way I swerve the waves and dodge the icebergs? Was it the captain or was it the 'sea'?

As a case referring to matters of the heart, it is prickly and pinching to absorb reality, readily. Being a person of beliefs, acceptance is a good console. As I constantly remind myself still, 'Patience is a virtue'. A great one perhaps.

2006-11-02T16:56:00.000-08:00

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.
During some point of the journey they had an argument,
and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt,
but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

They kept on walking until they found an oasis,
where they decided to take a bath. The one who
had been slapped got stuck in the mire and
started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,
"After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone,
why?" The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should
write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave
it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them,
but then an entire life to forget them.

An e-mail

2006-09-09T09:32:00.000-07:00

Jar and Coffee Philosophy

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an infamous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between sand. The students laughed.

Now, said the professor, as the laughter subsided, I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things. Your family, your children, your faith, your health, your friends and your favorite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter. Your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

:: From an e-mail sent to me by a friend ::

Judgement

2006-08-23T16:32:00.000-07:00

Judgment

Judgment. The decision to perceive by considerations and weighing. The ethnicity at what we weigh upon; do we really believe and vouch with our life? By sight and conversing, is it adequate for us to decide and alter our perception? Most importantly, in which reality do we hover and tend to put it together? Just like the truth in the saying, 'there are two sides of a story', which story do we choose to absorb more? To stand between two sides of a subject, each shoulder tend to say its piece but with the subconscious rooting for one, the shoulder seem to lean sideway.

In favor for a particular shoulder perhaps? Well, not if we keep both eyes open, peeled to a horizontal weighing bar. Both in equal consideration. Simply to absorb and understand would be most ideal. Discard judgment. Judgment, a virtue in which actions were constructed is crucial and important especially when the magnitude of its effect will be influential in spawning other decision making. If the great leaders were to practice it blindfolded and as pleased, the world will consume itself in catastrophic proportions.

The decision to judge. Being able to judge is naturally human but reasonably unjust. Being to judge someone with eyes closed is probably blasphemy, considered its paramount. If this is often practiced, then personalities and characters will be fictionally concocted and the truth of each individual will simply be amputated. Things are not what it appears. What seem superficial may be pounded under web of complications.

It is by graceful attitude and the capability to see within ourselves and others, that we can be versatile in making utmost just judgment. Nothing is usually absolute. Much of what we see lies in the gray area. Probably by tolerating a pinch of mystery would dawn us that engraving someone with judgment is not gracious and righteous.

wats friendship

2006-06-11T11:42:00.000-07:00

Reminiscence in Relevance

If every footstep we took can tell tales maybe they'd remind us the places we've been.
And the toes would tell us the deeds, words and acquaintance we left.
And our eyes would gaze us the sights, youth and faces we captured.
And our nostrils flared to reminiscence at the senses that puts us back in time.

Just with it pointing to the sky, questions the just of such revivals.
And with our heads bloated that seeks its relevance.
The feet now tell no more tales and the dead eyes forever asleep.
The paralysed mind and charred senses.
And oblivion to us the death of our intelligence.

The only relevance is the greatness of a heart to walk it and
The greatness of our minds to learn its legacy.

2006-05-25T11:55:00.000-07:00

Padi,:Menanti Sebuah Jawapan
OST UnguViolet

Aku tak bisa luluhkan hatimu
Dan aku tak bisa menyentuh cintamu
Seiring jejak kakiku bergetar
Aku tak terpagut oleh cintamu
Menelusup hariku dengan harapan
Namun kau masih terdiam membisu

Chorus:
Sepenuhnya aku ingin memelukmu
Mendekap penuh harapan 'tuk mencintaimu
Setulusnya aku akan terus menunggu
Menanti sebuah jawaban 'tuk memilikimu

Betapa piluhnya rindu menusuk jiwaku
Semoga kau tahu isi hatiku
Dan seiring waktu yang terus berputar
Aku masih terhanyut dalam mimpiku

2006-05-10T08:05:00.000-07:00

Visits

Woke up
Unveil a new page
Walk up my own stairs
Look out my own windows
Listen to my own ears content
A visit, every day's a visit...

My Premonitions

I sense your presence yet I do not know when will I feel your warmth
I sense your smile yet I do not know when will I touch your kisses
I sense your affections yet I do not know when will I feel your embrace
I sense your touch yet I do not know when will I hold your hand
I sense your stare yet I do not know when will I look into your eyes

I sense the distance of time that draws us near
I sense the breaking of my greatest mystery
But yet I do not sense its inauguration
But yet I do not seek vigilantly
But yet I do not scavenge and crave

Hopeful is my reality to awaken my premonitions
Hopefully...

2006-05-07T04:15:00.000-07:00

Junctions

Our friendship used to be like the morning sun.
Bright,fresh and full of life that it promised.
We talked like the world is a never-ending adventure.
Laugh at all the simple humour around us.
We dared to try things that memories were made of.
We poured our soul about what life was made of then.
We walked the streets and walked the life we saw alike.

When the world nourished us into men,we seemed to blind.
The streets we once walked turned into junctions.
The ego of proud men took all the best we had in us.
We don't look down at the ground we used to stand.
Too tangled in the web we lived in our present
that we forget the human beauty we spawned then.
We have succumbed to the nature of this crazy world.
And yet again,friendship is in doubt...

Our Novel

That book in time was opened
So fresh, so new and so a virgin
Unknown of what awaits it
And ready of the ink that was bound to soak it

Laid open still
Succumbed to reality and new experience
Bask to what is to be written
And forever those words shall sit in it

Took a toll on time but yet unreplenished its pages were
A sign of a probable end
A chapter that could be depressing or of joy

What awaits it is yet unseen,
but greatly anticipated
And in time that book shall conclude...

Tuesday, November 11, 2003,

Blissful Ignorance

Sitting still
The rushing blood tunneling through the veins seem cold
Can't talk too much, can't think too much
Conversations becomes noises
Ideas are just clouds in the head
Passing clouds

Eyes wide open
None in sight but white glares
Thoughts loiters like a fly in the bottle
Intelligence takes a vacation
Motion that idles is tapping of the fingers
Simple movements are just disturbing distractions

Reality becomes a flat liner before it skips again
Veils over worries and concerns
A moment of blissful ignorance
A moment of escape.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005,

The Blower's Daughter

2006-04-04T12:24:00.000-07:00

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter

Some of the fewer songs that brings one's sentiment just as crisp in a song.
A jaded but yet romantic song. One of my favourites.

And so it is, Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me, Most of the time
And so it is, The shorter story
No love, no glory, No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you, I can't take my eyes...

And so it is, Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze, Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you, I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to Llave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you, I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you, I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you, I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

2006-03-28T10:45:00.000-08:00

Forgetful Friend
November 11, 2003

I see you today my companion
Know you deep,I become you
Ride those roads together
Push away and broke those walls

The bond that unites manhood and brotherhood
The trust that unites a warrior to its master
And the love that unites all good men

Will these beauties glitter forever like
a speck of precious diamond and as the decades past rapidly
will you know me well then like the way you know me now?
Or will I know you well then like the way I know you now?
Unable and unclear we are to see and perhaps unaware we are to see it then...

Jaded Love:1999
Set my soul to peace
Serenity in your existence; and when that smile glows
Such tranquility and calm sets gently upon me

Too close for me to love
Still yet too far for me to grasp
Chucked tightly in my heart for I knew you"ll be here for my eyes
But in distance you"ll be for my heart...

Dream
January 15, 2004

You"ve always made your presence felt
Saw a glow at the corner of my eye
Your scent laid me in calm

Gentle of your hand touches mine
The silk touch promises me tenderness
And that sweet smile is so a priceless masterpiece

Your soft lips caresses my skin
Such blessed touch rivets the union of a soul
Such greatness of a feeling no words can comprehend

My heart skips a beat, my soul took flight
I am happy, I am complete

But I woke up,
had a bad dream today

The Trip
We all have our playgrounds we used to play and frolic in.
Mates we used to laugh and even fight with.
We grew and started to take the bus on our own.

The Journey starts there and ends anywhere we desire.
It takes us to unfound places and new people.

People we soon start to grow in us.
Moments and experiences that start to adhere into us that
makes the person we are and soon will become.
Soon after these people we feel and care for becomes our life.
The Journey now takes flight.

Time will work its nature and life will run its course.
The courses that we steer in seek for greater needs and thirst.
With more paths we take and avenues we make, the Journey
starts to toil a longer and isolated trip.

We dream of success but yet we do not recognize it.
By then the trips we took will be nothing but just a ride.
Eventually, the people on it will be merely passengers.
Will these people we took in our trips know us well like then?
Or do we take it in ourselves if it matters in life now?

Chapters
A river flows never from the ground
And the wind never blows to linger
Time ticks to greet the future
And justify the past
To comprehend being in state of dormant,
Spawns silent angst
Enduring enigma of untold regrets and remorse guilt
Lament is the only console the soul has set
Give path for time to whisk
And with age the chapters will be renewed

Our Lovely World
The world is a crazy place
Driven by uncertainties in human"s grasp
The once peace toppled by anger and envy
The once seen in beauty destroyed by men"s ugliness
The once tolerated put down by no means of mercy

Families withered in age by its own blood
Friendships halt by lament and eroded love
Brothers that defined men died by lost time that flies
Sisters that beautify women uncharmed by world"s quests

Respect that once layered society tumbled in time
By human"s greed and ego that birth for none
We have turned human"s envy and deeds into fear
Fear that bottled into hate and tarnished all that is love in the world

Grown Up

2006-03-27T11:46:00.000-08:00

Grown Up

All this talk of growing up and posing the roles of a grown up has made me think about the evolution of friendships. This ideal perception can never be distinguished as sharply as how I used to remember it. The obscurities and eroded patience seems to hover above it. I used to recall the "no-strings attached" and perhaps the simplicity of it all. Carefree and integrity reflected very strongly.

I am speaking of the friendship that has embedded strongly in ones heart. The ones that you have with certain breed of people. The vivid senses and strong taste that you can recall in a moment shut of an eye. In essential to personality, you would probably have to be a sentimental person to have heightened that senses. Nevertheless, it was a reassuring pillar of its concept.

In particular, the process of such remembrance would occur in the growing up years, planted through our adventure in seeking our greater self. It has a strong sense of subtleness and an almost sense of frontier, when our ideas and ideals were debated upon. Even behind the diverse background we grew up in, the minds are amazingly alike. Language spoken and perspectives were laid upon in a single frequency, almost like we were psychics. The occasional clashes were swerved off track by the intricacy of our sub-conscious understanding and tolerance. Bad manners would leave no abrasions; it was the tremendous trust that spawns respect and love. It was just wonderful to be in a company that provokes debates and nonsense as part of making merry. It was easy. It was comforting.

I believe every sand that trickles from the hourglass matters. I also believe the hardened or clouded heart would relived its fuzziness when appreciation and the ability to cherish were realized. The construction of our early memories is probably based on time, moments and people we spent during our becoming years. "Can you remember me now like you remembered me then and can I remember you now like I remembered you then?". In perspective, sometimes we need to take a breather from our rat race and needless conflicts to enjoy the eternity of what pure we ought to live upon. Simplicity of love, appreciation and tolerance.

The Garden of my Serene

The garden of colors, fresh and bright
Blessed facades of bliss cometh
For like when I imagined you to walk forth

The fresh fragrant of flowers and herbs
Close my eyes to indulge at its senses
For like when I know you to breath today

The beauty of the night sits among the oblivions
Glows bright in its own place
For like when I see you to smile among the stars

The breeze of the night blows relentless chills
Touches all that sits under earth"s skies
For like when I know we are never far

And if I can discover my precious serene
Let me lie in the garden of colors
Breathe its air of fresh fragrance
Feast my sight to its brightest stars
And feel dear the caresses of its breeze