Friday, August 26, 2005
Poem, others and me
I just saw a movie, Merchant of Venice, adopted from one of Shakespeare writing with the same heading. It was created like a real drama on stage, with all the dialogues were poems.
First when I heard those I was totally confused, a black out. I have to refine my mindset to hear an old english language style. After that, I was stunning, the poem was really awesome...! Trully I wished iI can write poem like those. The words were really beautiful, sensual if I can say. They flows falwlessly, a masterpiece indeed.
I've always been a great fan of poems and poetry, especially a realist and romantic one, but at the time I was thinking about these thoughts, my mind flew back to a time when a friend of mine wrote her poems inside a cathedral. Really I don't know why this image passed by my mind just like that. My first assumption was probably because somehow I forgot to compliment her? I often "forget" make a notice for thing like this. The reason for me quite obvious, either it was a really good one so my ego didn't want to admit her superiority over his for creating such an art or it was just a crap, and I'm certain her poem wasn't category two. Well... as far as I recall she wrote an exquisite poem, at least for my taste of course ... :P
Her poems was smart and clear like seeing through crystal where all the lights divided into smaller pieces so create multiple image, yet we can still see the meaning. Very, very enlightening... Cool...:P
There was also another friend of mine write his poem, I think more as a reminder of himself, what he ought to do, his responsibilities and rights, or should I say his aim. His poems were like solid steel ball. Hard, cold, compact and very heavy. It had a deep meaning, well... at least for himself of course... :P For me and other people who read them, they had a completly different meaning. By using some part of sentences he manage to create multiple layer of meaning. Awesome... :D
There was also another type poem writer, (also happened to be friend of mine...another one ...jeezz...) whose writing a little bit naive and too obvious. I mean in a sense that its meaning supposed to be known, like general knowledge or secrets which everyone already knew. The content was supposed to be something happens in her heart, but somehow I got tangled in the middle trying to see with what really happening. One thing I noticed about her is that her writing style was exquisite... I mean it is not unique or clear or good, but the way she put words was odd, in a good sense (at least according to me...).
Well if you ask what about mine?, then it would be a crappy one. Yes it's true, no mean to lower my self or what, but you gotta admit that I'm far from shakespeare... (yeah whaddya expect?..hihihi). I just write anything crossed in my mind, what I feel, what I think and what I see, this all I did. I didn't emphasis on meaning, structure or stuff like that, I just write. Well some times It comes with a rhyme or so but if you see further to the content it's just like a narative and descriptive stories... simply said that what comes around my mind, nothing more and nothing less.
This is boring isn't it? OK forget this then...
First when I heard those I was totally confused, a black out. I have to refine my mindset to hear an old english language style. After that, I was stunning, the poem was really awesome...! Trully I wished iI can write poem like those. The words were really beautiful, sensual if I can say. They flows falwlessly, a masterpiece indeed.
I've always been a great fan of poems and poetry, especially a realist and romantic one, but at the time I was thinking about these thoughts, my mind flew back to a time when a friend of mine wrote her poems inside a cathedral. Really I don't know why this image passed by my mind just like that. My first assumption was probably because somehow I forgot to compliment her? I often "forget" make a notice for thing like this. The reason for me quite obvious, either it was a really good one so my ego didn't want to admit her superiority over his for creating such an art or it was just a crap, and I'm certain her poem wasn't category two. Well... as far as I recall she wrote an exquisite poem, at least for my taste of course ... :P
Her poems was smart and clear like seeing through crystal where all the lights divided into smaller pieces so create multiple image, yet we can still see the meaning. Very, very enlightening... Cool...:P
There was also another friend of mine write his poem, I think more as a reminder of himself, what he ought to do, his responsibilities and rights, or should I say his aim. His poems were like solid steel ball. Hard, cold, compact and very heavy. It had a deep meaning, well... at least for himself of course... :P For me and other people who read them, they had a completly different meaning. By using some part of sentences he manage to create multiple layer of meaning. Awesome... :D
There was also another type poem writer, (also happened to be friend of mine...another one ...jeezz...) whose writing a little bit naive and too obvious. I mean in a sense that its meaning supposed to be known, like general knowledge or secrets which everyone already knew. The content was supposed to be something happens in her heart, but somehow I got tangled in the middle trying to see with what really happening. One thing I noticed about her is that her writing style was exquisite... I mean it is not unique or clear or good, but the way she put words was odd, in a good sense (at least according to me...).
Well if you ask what about mine?, then it would be a crappy one. Yes it's true, no mean to lower my self or what, but you gotta admit that I'm far from shakespeare... (yeah whaddya expect?..hihihi). I just write anything crossed in my mind, what I feel, what I think and what I see, this all I did. I didn't emphasis on meaning, structure or stuff like that, I just write. Well some times It comes with a rhyme or so but if you see further to the content it's just like a narative and descriptive stories... simply said that what comes around my mind, nothing more and nothing less.
This is boring isn't it? OK forget this then...
Monday, August 08, 2005
Frenzy....
This is what I feel lately, at first time I thought I was depress or something alike. I feel uneasiness towards anything, and I prefer to be alone in every doing. But the I realized that I always felt this way evertime I went to the field, or new places, places I don't know. Expectation to meeting new people and situation. I realize that I'm not depress, but I just feel anxiety about what will coming to me.
I used to hate this feeling, but now I understand that I love it very much. I'm thrilled for anything that comes infront of me, making new decision, creating new paths and so on. I just so exited.
Or may be I just to bored living in this place and hell. Really, I just bored to death, I'm praticaly got nothing to do, my study was way long over, my long waited job was on the other side of the world and no one need my hand or so... I just hate this place! I felt like trash...!
Anyway that will be change soon, I'll be back soon, applying jobs to some government company. While waiting for their interview, I'll try to expand my old business, and hopefully it will grow larger than it is now. Jeezz... adding to that I got some project offer from my old friend within two months after I back home.
Yup... a man life is lies whereever he is needed, this is what my grandfater said years before. I didn't belive him that day. I was sure at that time that A man life should lies with his dreams... but then again Helping other especially family also one of my dream. So in this way I got both rite? .... Hihihihihi....
Anyway grandpa was right, always put your eyes for people who needed you most.
I used to hate this feeling, but now I understand that I love it very much. I'm thrilled for anything that comes infront of me, making new decision, creating new paths and so on. I just so exited.
Or may be I just to bored living in this place and hell. Really, I just bored to death, I'm praticaly got nothing to do, my study was way long over, my long waited job was on the other side of the world and no one need my hand or so... I just hate this place! I felt like trash...!
Anyway that will be change soon, I'll be back soon, applying jobs to some government company. While waiting for their interview, I'll try to expand my old business, and hopefully it will grow larger than it is now. Jeezz... adding to that I got some project offer from my old friend within two months after I back home.
Yup... a man life is lies whereever he is needed, this is what my grandfater said years before. I didn't belive him that day. I was sure at that time that A man life should lies with his dreams... but then again Helping other especially family also one of my dream. So in this way I got both rite? .... Hihihihihi....
Anyway grandpa was right, always put your eyes for people who needed you most.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Gosh...
Gosh.... Aku benar2 bersyukur pada yang diatas, telah menjadikan aku seorang laki2, dengan dua mata yang sehat dan pikiran yang masih normal dan lurus.... :D
She IS beautifull, with that dress ...I don't know what we called it ... really... just perfect in imperfect situation...
Cannot say this aloud that time cause everyone will think I'm a pervert and so on, but since this my blog, I can say anything I want...:D Hahahahaha...!
Truly, wanita adalah makhluk yang delicate dan complicated untuk indera seorang laki2. See her a lot of time, but still, sampai sekarang selalu membuatku berdecak kagum, kaget dan takjub... jeezz...
Aku cuma berharap, I can know her better inside-out...:) Really...
Alhamdullillah... :D Thank you God
She IS beautifull, with that dress ...I don't know what we called it ... really... just perfect in imperfect situation...
Cannot say this aloud that time cause everyone will think I'm a pervert and so on, but since this my blog, I can say anything I want...:D Hahahahaha...!
Truly, wanita adalah makhluk yang delicate dan complicated untuk indera seorang laki2. See her a lot of time, but still, sampai sekarang selalu membuatku berdecak kagum, kaget dan takjub... jeezz...
Aku cuma berharap, I can know her better inside-out...:) Really...
Alhamdullillah... :D Thank you God
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
An angry "best"-friend ...P
Wakakakakaka.... ! That's my first thing I said when you send an angry "e-mail" about one of my blog. I did called you right away, don't I? It's not my fault if your father who answer my call, hahahahaha..... Really....:D Did he told you? Anyway if you read my blog this one is for you... Why? because It's really expensive calling to your mobile and I "hate" talking to your parents....:) they always asking me "wrong" question... even until now, after you're not with me again and being with another man now...hihihihihi.... So here it is... gal... :)
Hey... I never lied didn't I? Just tell some of the whole truth... wakakakaka...! You know me better... I always do what I said, I did keep my promise to you didn't I?. So I'm sorry if you're "jealous" because I rather to mention other friends than you.... Hihihihi... but then you should know me better..... I always "forget about you".... :D
Thank you for being my butterfly for a moment,
though you did coming and flying away from me,
Thank you for being my anchor for a moment,
though it snap cause the wind so strong,
Thank you for catching me everytime I fall,
even till now, when I'm nothing to you,
Thank you for trusting me all this time,
with all your "problems" chat and talk...
Thank you Dina .... :D
You're the one of the best, ever happen to my life!
But please... send me another message ok? not this one again and again, after all these years... You never change do you? always hurting me like this.... Dang! I really hate you, when you right....:) and somehow I always "forget" what you said....:(
OK... OK..... I also wrote down the message you "always" send...., so I'll try to remember always... Jeez.... What's good about this anyway? I know you quote this from somewhere....
Errr... I'll try right? I never said I'm going to... Hmmm... huahahaha...! :D .... you know me, I forget things easily ...:)
23 April 2005....
"Cinta itu...
Cinta itu seperti kupu-kupu. Tambah dikejar, tambah lari. Tapi kalau dibiarkan terbang, dia akan datang saat kamu tidak mengharapkannya. Cinta dapat membuatmu bahagia tapi sering juga bikin sedih. Cinta baru berharga kalau diberikan kepada seseorang yang menghargainya. Jadi jangan terburu-buru dan pilihlah yang terbaik.
Cinta bukan bagaimana menjadi pasangan "sempurna" bagi seseorang. Tapi bagaimana menemukan seseorang yang dapat membantu menjadi dirimu sendiri. Dan karena itu kamu sempurna.
Jangan pernah bilang "I love you" kalau kamu tak perduli. Jangan pernah membicarakan perasaan yang tidak pernah ada. Jangan pernah menyentuh hidup seseorang kalau hal itu akan menghancurkan hatinya. Jangan pernah menatap matanya kalau semua yang kau lakukan hanya kebohongan. Hal paling kejam yang seseorang lakukan kepada orang lain adalah membiarkannya jatuh cinta, sementara kamu tidak berniat untuk menangkapnya...
Cinta itu bukan, "ini salah kamu", tapi maafkan aku". Bukan "Kamu dimana sih?", tapi "Aku disini". Bukan "Gimana sih kamu?", tapi "Aku ngerti kok". Bukan "Coba kamu gak kaya gini", tapi "Aku cinta kamu seperti apa adanya".
Kompabilitas yang paling benar bukan diukur berdasarkan berapa lama kalian sudah bersama maupun berapa sering kalian bersama, tapi apakah selama kalian bersama, kalian selalu saling mengisi satu sama lain dan saling membuat hidup yang berkualitas.
Kesedihan dan kerinduan hanya terasa selama kamu inginkan dan menyayat sedalam kamu izinkan. Yang berat bukan bagaimana caranya menanggulangi kesedihan dan kerinduan itu, tapi bagaimana belajar darinya.
Caranya Jatuh Cinta: Jatuh tanpa terhuyung-huyung, konsisten tanpa memaksa, berbagi dan bersikap adil, mengerti tanpa banyak menuntut, sedih tanpa pernah menyimpan kesedihan itu.
Memang sakit melihat orang yang kamu cintai sedang berbahagia dengan orang lain tapi lebih sakit lagi kalau orang yang kamu cintai tidak berbahagia bersama kamu.
Cinta akan menyakitkan ketika kamu berpisah dengan seseorang, lebih menyakitkan apabila kamu dilupakan oleh kekasihmu, tapi cinta akan lebih menyakitkan lagi apabila seseorang yang kamu sayangi tidak tahu apa yang sesungguhnya kamu rasakan.
Yang paling menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah menemukan seseorang dan jatuh cinta, hanya untuk mengetahui bahwa dia bukan untuk kamu dan kamu sudah menghabiskan banyak waktu untuk orang yang ak pernah menghargainya. Kalau dia tidak "worth it" sekarang, dia tidak akan pernah "worth it" setahun lagi atau pun 10 tahun lagi. Jadi biarkan dia pergi..."
But you know what?... I never think any relationship I had was not worthed though.... I always treasure each one of it. Sentimental? Pathetic? probably, but that's what I am... :D
OK Din? Please don't mad at me again ok? I'm sorry.... I'll see you soon back home...
