open your eyes

Comparison doesn’t make one thing looks good than other things. The best decision comes through your mind and heart. - ME

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

I celebrated the first hour of my birthday with riding my friend’s motorcycle ridiculously fast. I have reached around 140 km/hour and almost died because of the wavy structure of the main road in Jakarta (General Sudirman Road). It was a bliss actually. I intentionally let the night wind struck trough my face while screaming “I’m Fucking 20”.

Being able to drive motorcycle as fast as “ghost rider” is similar to be able to control what goes around in your life. You will never know when there will be an obstacle in front that can lead you to the accident, but you still have to ride and your can’t stop the time because your journey must go on.

One more thing:

The desire of human to always learn and make mistakes was a prove that every individual will never be mature

Peace, May the force be with us

That was a little pity cause they publish the news about entertainment and movie star, otherwise they were not literally publish the news about what was really going on Africa, Middle east, or any other countries with problems. People seems not even try to help others or at least concern. Indeed, people being more individual.

Unfortunately, the young generation has been infected by something that I called “An illusion or distraction”

I would rather dead than be cool without concerning about humanity

Sang cahaya yang menciptakan bayanganmu itu meredup dan perlahan pudar, kekosongan mulai mengisi bilik-bilik tersembunyi di sela-sela kesepianmu.

Mungkin aku tidak mengerti bagaimana rasanya engkau merintih risau dengan jiwa kosong tanpa pendamping.

Bundaku sayang, hidup terlalu indah untuk kau tangisi dengan ada-nya kami bertiga

karena sebenarnya, kamilah pendampingmu

kami yang mengisi kelak-kelok hidupmu

kami yang akan merawatmu ketika seorang pun tak akan mau,

kamilah buah hatimu,

bunda sayang.

(Abdul Rasyid, Fita Rachima, Lukman Hakim)

23-03-2012

21-03-2012

Rintikan air dari langit dan lagu sendu itu kujadikan obat permanen sebagai peneman kesepian.

Seharusnya hampa itu tidak terasa, hampa bukan pilu, hampa bukan juga imajinasi wajah cerahmu, hampa berarti tidak ada..

It starts with a huge commitment of me to not to do stuff that I agreed with my self before. As time passes by, problems come problems solved, I realized that I’ve done something out of boundaries here.

There’s nobody to blame in this situation, It is just me that a little bit out of control.

Thank God for giving me direction to realize “something that you lend me could be gone in the way that you wanted or could be back in the way that going to be better”. It’s definitely absolutely perfectly yours.