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Stars on fire
But my feet are wet

The trampoline shouts one two three, so I’m dancing with the flames
Invisible

And the rhapsody oh rhapsody, as I hear the clamshell clap

I am free
To the laughing mad-cap winds, of distant green blur on the blazing sands

I am free
To the solace from this spring, of timeless joy that break the magic

Breathless to the forests, while the breezes run
Deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower
A pleasure in the veins of a sugar maple

Then the clouds dissolve in showers
Only waves at play
Last forever

By: Vinny

In the cubicle I presume, it is time for your existence
Took the stairs, more like crawl, it is not so hard
On a cliff, sun-bathing, gentle air, fingers crossing, yours and mine
A rainbow scarf and an indigo sweater, shares the autumn sky

Is it Hoppípolla?

Sprinkles me in, sprinkles me in, you’re on my league, but you’re not mine
Lean on an ash and watch the light fall
Dark hills surrounded, a hollow crocus sky
Can I come near?
This fantastic runes and hushed valleys melodies, can you hear?

Sinks into the elegy, you and me
Hot flashes, sudden chills
The leaves on a tree, scatters in a blast

So you kiss me, in an autumn reverie
Shade and silence the waken up as one
And there it is…
Not any hate, not any love, not anything but dreams

By: Vinny

dont ask me about anything

dont tell me about everything

because the truth is

the truth is…

i will never tell you the truth.

Saw this program, one day, on CNN. It was titled “God’s Warriors”. What a paradox!! Jeez.. How could God , who is the epitome of all that’s good and peaceful have “warriors”?? People who want to catch up on who and who are fighting for what in which part of the world, and what was the reason the fights started, tune into this one. Yesterday’s was about the eternal conflict between Israel and Palestine. Today’s is on God’s Muslim Warriors.

Is there one place on earth thats at peace with itself ?? Sighs.

Gossip Girl here,

your one and only source to the scandalous lives of Mahattan’s Elite.

- from the series “Gossip Girl”-

Kalau saja di jaman SMA saya tinggal di New York dan sudah jamannya push e-mail lewat hand phone, mungkin saja Gossip Girl—situs fiktif itu—akan muncul dengan nama yang berbeda dan isi yang hampir serupa : the scandalous lives of high school’s attendance.

The names there are not gonna be ‘B’ and ‘S’ (Stands for Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen).

Akan tertulis ‘V’ and ‘G’. Well, setidaknya ini bukan fiktif. Saya dan sahabat saya di SMA memang saling memanggil dengan inisial masing-masing.

Lalu diikuti inisial teman-teman kami yang lain : ‘I’, ‘D’, ‘K’, ‘M’, ‘N’, (another) ‘V’… etc.

B and S are B.F.F…

Yes, so do we… V and G are B.F.F…

Kami memang baru bertemu di SMA. Tapi kami serasa saling mengenal puluhan tahun. Beberapa orang malah mengira kami berteman sejak TK.

B and S are upper East-siders.

V and G also East-siders.

We live at the East of Jakarta and my ex-highschool-boyfriend had this B-Boys club wich called East Riders. OMG! How ‘East’ we are!

B and S have their crush, D, N, and C…

Well, we also had ours..

V had E, I, D… and others

G had G, D, U, I, E, A… and many others

We had the I, for the same person, at the different timeof our high school experience.

We had the E, also for the same person,at the same time, that made V slap G on the face, in front of the class, that also made our high school experience soooo scandalous.

B and S have their own villains. Sometimes for each other. But they made up at the end.

V and G also had their own villains. Sometimes for each other, but we made up easily, andmost of our villains were others.

Mantan pacar yang meninggalkan kami demi seorang anak baru, anak baru yang merebut pacar kami, mantan teman kami yang mencomblangi mantan pacar kami dengan anak baru yang kami benci, guru yang menyuruh kami memanjangkan rok dan melonggarkan baju, anak sekolah lain yang datang dan merebut perhatian cowok-cowok di sekolah kami, adik kelas yang memelototi kami balik ketika dipelototi, dan tentu saja, kakak kelas yang merasa dipelototi balik ketika memelototi kami, atau kakak kelas yang pacarnya kami rebut, kakak kelas yang temannya naksir kami, kakak kelas yang teman laki-lakinya jadi teman kami juga, dan segala jenis kakak kelas yang lain.

B and S doin’ silly things. They stripped, they slept with a guy on the back of the limo, they had fun.

V and G did sillythings also… But not that ‘silly’.

Kami berlompatan tanpa mengenakan rok sekolah di kamar, untuk mengisi waktu sebelum pergi les. Kami merekam video kami sendiri, jauh sebelum musim Youtube, as Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan. Kami mengintaikakak kelas—dan adik kelas—yang kami suka. Kami kabur dari les, danpergi makan es krim. Kami menggencet adik kelas dengan suka rela. Kami berkirim surat, padahal cuma pisah kelas.

That was our story back then. When life was like a television series. Easy, passionate, and friendly.

I crave for time like that…

You know you love me

X.O.X.O

Gossip Girl

P.S. : taken from G’s. I know I love you

what if all my senses is gone? and i cant differentiate what’s the truth anymore?

so another year is coming to a close, and a new year is almost upon us, equaling time to get nostalgic.
what a year, what a LUCKY year. 2008 truly has lived up to its last little digit.

2008 has clearly been one of the best years in my short life so far, one that i can remember the days of january as clearly as yesterday, one that each memory i hold dearly in my heart. one that has had its share of new experiences, new friends and as always new changes. i turned older this year, old, but one that really has been sweet so far, and will continue to be, no matter what happens.

its been such a whirlwind of adventures these months, one that has had its up and downs just like any six flags rollercoaster would. i like to believe its had more ups than downs, and even downs slowly but surely turned into wonderful ups. i still have no regrets and i’m happy with that. the friends i’ve made, the friends i’ve lost and the friends from long ago resurfacing, all have equaled happiness and every single one of them has taught me something valuable about life, friendship and this ever long journey but the only we thing we have - life.

from january with its summer-to-be bashes and short heartbreak, to the months of february and march with its celebrations, expressive dances and silly arguments. onto the blooming months of april and may, arising with new talents, new loves, and new friendships, each one connected to one another. to the wispy waves of summer haze in june, july and august in which i formed a ya-ya sister and brotherhood with various members, had numerous long talks into the night, dances into the rythm, and discussed various plans for the future. the on and off heavy rain with september and october came along, took summer away but brought me back down to the real friends i need, the ones i see everyday, withstand every little bit of our drama and find ways to get through it, all along with various concerts mixed in. weather changed again, came in suddenly in november and december, with its cold winds and gloomy days, bringing forth new bonds between me and my wonderful girlies, along with a new love stories, with of course laughters and tears. unforgetful moments- graduation, those freakin job interviews that lead me to get the one that i want, declare indepence.

i rather not even go into the every little detail of the year and every event that occured. each one is too precious, too intimate, too loving, too heartbreaking. i’d rather hold each memory in my heart and head, where they belong and will always be.

i honest to goodness i love my life, and i love you, yes you.

here’s to a merry christmas and a happy, wonderful 2008.

mata ini rasanya masih perih. tadi ketika asik menonton heroes season ketiga d laptop tiba-tiba sahabat saya, si marmut, menelvon.

“lagi apa?” tanyanya.

“nonton dvd. why?” saya berpikir dia menelvon saya hari ini dengan alasan yang sama seperti kemarin. bahwa hatinya sedang gundah, bingung, sedang ada masalah dengan pacarnya. atau mungkin karena bosan tidak ada kerjaan. tapi tidak. kali ini bukan itu alasan dia menelvon.

“APA?” tanya saya ketika dia mengucapkan dua kata yang sebetulnya saya dengar, tapi saya berharap saya salah dengar.

“iya. dia meninggal. dia..” ulangnya. ada kegetiran disitu, tak percaya kalau dia mengucapkannya. kalau itu benar-benar terjadi. seperti saya yang tidak percaya ketika mendengarnya. tidak percaya itu benar-benar terjadi.

lalu dari dua bola mata saya yang minus enam tiba-tiba dialiri air ntah darimana. dari hati saya yang mengkerut? atau dari otak yang tergores? air yang tumpah ruah ke pipi tembem saya, mengotori kacamata saya ketika saya berkedip untuk membantu airmata itu jatuh.

dia? bagaimana mungkin? meninggal? seketika itu kami berdua menangis sesenggukan di telvon. bagaimana mungkin dia? pria baik itu, si bodoh itu, yang selalu tulus menyayangi sahabat saya, yang dulu rela mengorbankan dirinya demi persahabatan saya, pergi? selamanya? oh Tuhan…

lalu saya bercerita dengan suara nyaris hilang kata-kata terakhirnya untuk saya, jangan sombong-sombong katanya. lalu semua memori keluar kembali, flashback. wajah culunnya saat menawarkan tiket seminar kepada saya dan si marmut, pertama kali kami bertemu. si marmut yang kesenangan karena dia menyukainya, saya si lalat tse-tse yang suka ngintil ketika mereka kencan. saat-saat menyenangkan. saat-saat pertengkaran. saat-saat menyedihkan. saat-saat itu… dan bagaimana saya tidak lupa ketika dengan sepenuh hati dia berusaha membantu saya ketika awal-awal saya mengerjakan skripsi. dia, si sialan itu..

sahabat saya lebih trenyuh lagi.

“umur ga ada yang tau lho mut, siapa tau aku besok udah ga ada, jangan nyesel lho ntar kalo ga ketemu aku lagi…” katanya ketika sahabat saya selalu sibuk kalau diajak ketemuan.

saya makin menangis. dan ya, dia sepertinya menyesal. u never know how much u loved someone until u lose them, so they say. apakah itu berlaku untuknya? hanya dia yang tau. meski berlaku pun, im sure its not about romance. its about sincerity. and he is, i mean, was, the most sincere guy i’ve ever known.

now he’s gone.

selamat tinggal Ramadhana Putra. semoga kamu… ah, saya kehabisan kata-kata. pokoknya, bahagia ya kamu disana.

It’s your birthday time again;
It’s true; there’s no denying,
Another year has come and gone;
You know that I’m not lying. So for you, my brother,
Here’s what I want to say:
I hope this birthday’s the best one yet,
In every delightful way. So happy birthday to you.
Have lots of birthday fun!
May your birthday wishes all come true,
Even if you have a ton.
I miss you.