Archive for November, 2010


“Why do you look so sad? Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.” -pierrot le fou-



error and vices. folly and ignorance. the unpredictability of life.

thus the sleep of reason, always produces monsters…

who gives a damn

so glad to be back in your arms…

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late?  Nobody.  ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 17


sunday at karet pedurenan kos 68, nursing a head flu.

i look to the left, star movies on the ancient 14 inch tv on the dressing table. my fifth viewing of star trek. repeat replay repeat. volume on mute but the dialogue keeps talking to me in my head.

i look to my right and i see the sun streaming in from between the drawn shades, casting long beams of yellow orange across my legs.

so only the tv and the sun for company.

the room is dark, but…

there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in…

remember remember

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence [or By God’s mercy] he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King

the many should not fear the few…

kau yang punya

Jangan kau bimbang sayang
di mana ku berada
dengan siapa ku bersama
jangan bimbang
ku tetap kau yang punya

Kujuga bimbang sayang
di mana kau berada
dengan siapa kau bersama
jangan lupa
kau tetapku yang punya

-malique: kau yang punya-

tired blood

i have been putting off flying for far too long, so it’s across the seas to jakarta, again.

man… i am so tired, i need fresh blood…

I’m so tired of the same old crud
Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

-eels: fresh blood-