When you’re sleeping I see thousand miracles
Some of them is untold in this story
But some are memorable to the end of my life
I see your hair waving melody of peace falling to your neck
The wave where never stop
The wave that it looks freeze my soul
Your hair is shining and dark glowing, flashing my eyes, blind my heart
Your eyes is closed, but I see deeper echoes that roaming my eyes
Two eyelids close a crystal of mystery
Crystal that value exceed the Pandora box herself
Your eyes reflect an aroma of serenity and peace to my life
That is why my love, I always dream to end and to start my day looking at them
Your breath sound is the most fascinating miracle I cannot forget
It sound singing a song none can sing
It sing all my story and dream
Sound that bring me to a place, with no joy nor sadness, it is just peace in my heart
My love to you is all I have in my life, and the song I heard while you sleep is the only song that explain everything.
I Love You…
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Snake
The one with venom
With no cure for its kill
No solution for trouble it brings
And you just can’t kill something you can’t see
Silent watcher
Crawl beneath your legs
It rarely lures its prey
The prey comes by it itself
Him smile with venom on the tips of its fangs
For its prey come as if they need the venom
Cure it possibly not, heal it may be
But since illness requires chance, then death is an option
It bites, run away, watching how the prey dies
Then come back to finish the rest of it
Surviving prey promise next day meal, as death one promise today fiesta
That is how snake may live
Hard to catch, difficult to recognize
Changing its skin to cover it track
A life in a cold blood it choose
A path of a snake he live
With no cure for its kill
No solution for trouble it brings
And you just can’t kill something you can’t see
Silent watcher
Crawl beneath your legs
It rarely lures its prey
The prey comes by it itself
Him smile with venom on the tips of its fangs
For its prey come as if they need the venom
Cure it possibly not, heal it may be
But since illness requires chance, then death is an option
It bites, run away, watching how the prey dies
Then come back to finish the rest of it
Surviving prey promise next day meal, as death one promise today fiesta
That is how snake may live
Hard to catch, difficult to recognize
Changing its skin to cover it track
A life in a cold blood it choose
A path of a snake he live
Fighter
Blew from the stream of empty life
A desert where love belong to the shadow
Dry and warm it blow my skin
Come along with a news from forbidden land
Here I am standing alone facing more than a giant
Standing face to face with sand storm that I know is about to come
Sword in my hand is an old metal against God himself
But I tremble not, and fear none
For die is every us must go
But fighting the army of desert is my destiny
At end, to be a winner is not why we live
For whom now I pray?
Fighting something He sends against me
Battle enemy that no sword could cut
But death is never certain, isn’t it?
The only thing I know for this dire time
Standing here is no with no purpose
I fight for my dream this sands try to bury
And I will defend my dream to my end
Fighting this stormy sand is my destiny
A desert where love belong to the shadow
Dry and warm it blow my skin
Come along with a news from forbidden land
Here I am standing alone facing more than a giant
Standing face to face with sand storm that I know is about to come
Sword in my hand is an old metal against God himself
But I tremble not, and fear none
For die is every us must go
But fighting the army of desert is my destiny
At end, to be a winner is not why we live
For whom now I pray?
Fighting something He sends against me
Battle enemy that no sword could cut
But death is never certain, isn’t it?
The only thing I know for this dire time
Standing here is no with no purpose
I fight for my dream this sands try to bury
And I will defend my dream to my end
Fighting this stormy sand is my destiny
Pendidikan saya
Pendidikan menuntut saya membangun sebuah rumah sederhana dalam waktu 1,5 tahun. Namun saat saya membangun rumah itu, saya sadar bahwa pondasi saya lemah dan goyah, bahkan saya tidak yakin pondasi ini bisa menopang sebuah rumah sederhana. Kemudian saya coba membuat pintu, dan jendela.
Selesai dengan pintu kecil itu, saya sadar 1,5 tahun dengan pondasi ini saya tidak akan menyelesaikan apa - apa. singkatnya waktu membuat saya memutuskan untuk berhenti membangun rumah sederhana, tetapi saya mulai dari membangun sebuah gubuk yang bisa ditinggali dan melindungi saya dari hujan. Keputusan ini didasarkan suatu pemikiran bahwa sebuah gubuk yang melindungi saya dari hujan lebih baik daripada sebuah rumah sederhana yang hanya punya pintu dan beberapa jendela, dengan tembok - tembok yang tidak terselesaikan, dan tanpa atap.
Semoga mulai dari gubuk inilah saya meletakan batu prtama istana saya.
Selesai dengan pintu kecil itu, saya sadar 1,5 tahun dengan pondasi ini saya tidak akan menyelesaikan apa - apa. singkatnya waktu membuat saya memutuskan untuk berhenti membangun rumah sederhana, tetapi saya mulai dari membangun sebuah gubuk yang bisa ditinggali dan melindungi saya dari hujan. Keputusan ini didasarkan suatu pemikiran bahwa sebuah gubuk yang melindungi saya dari hujan lebih baik daripada sebuah rumah sederhana yang hanya punya pintu dan beberapa jendela, dengan tembok - tembok yang tidak terselesaikan, dan tanpa atap.
Semoga mulai dari gubuk inilah saya meletakan batu prtama istana saya.
catacomb
Filming my memories
Remember every thought I forget
Recollected every pieces of heart that I break
Far that I run from my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a lost man
Man who is lost in his own life,
Man with no aim wandering his dream
None may relieve this confusion
For I try many path that always lead me back to you
Path that You draw
And with my tears wash every step I make
Yet it never cleans a dirty path of mine.
This memory plays every way I’ve been through
Every turn I make
Every mistake I’ve done
Just let me back to the same pain
Facing same golden door I know nothing if it is shall lead me to nowhere
But standing still always changing nothing but stillness itself
With fear and anxiety embrace my broken heart
I just want to get away from this
I just want to fly high as I touch the sky
So I won’t have to wander aimlessly in my heart
God, have mercy on me, for I’m tired and dying eternally
Closing my eyes, trying to believe
My lost memories haunting me
Love every thought I forget
Find every pieces of heart that I break
Back to my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing a pray what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a man
Man who is lost almost everything,
Man who is dreaming a dream in dreamy life
I love you, and this is where I always lost my heart to
Remember every thought I forget
Recollected every pieces of heart that I break
Far that I run from my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a lost man
Man who is lost in his own life,
Man with no aim wandering his dream
None may relieve this confusion
For I try many path that always lead me back to you
Path that You draw
And with my tears wash every step I make
Yet it never cleans a dirty path of mine.
This memory plays every way I’ve been through
Every turn I make
Every mistake I’ve done
Just let me back to the same pain
Facing same golden door I know nothing if it is shall lead me to nowhere
But standing still always changing nothing but stillness itself
With fear and anxiety embrace my broken heart
I just want to get away from this
I just want to fly high as I touch the sky
So I won’t have to wander aimlessly in my heart
God, have mercy on me, for I’m tired and dying eternally
Closing my eyes, trying to believe
My lost memories haunting me
Love every thought I forget
Find every pieces of heart that I break
Back to my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing a pray what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a man
Man who is lost almost everything,
Man who is dreaming a dream in dreamy life
I love you, and this is where I always lost my heart to
Me and them
Blew from the stream of empty life
A desert where love belong to the shadow
Dry and warm it blow my skin
Come along with a news from forbidden land
Here I am standing alone facing more than a giant
Standing face to face with sand storm that I know is about to come
Sword in my hand is an old metal against God himself
But I tremble not, and fear none
For die is every us must go
But fighting the army of desert is my destiny
At end, to be a winner is not why we live
For whom now I pray?
Fighting something He sends against me
Battle enemy that no sword could cut
But death is never certain, isn’t it?
The only thing I know for this dire time
Standing here is no with no purpose
I fight for my dream this sands try to bury
And I will defend my dream to my end
Fighting this stormy sand is my destiny
A desert where love belong to the shadow
Dry and warm it blow my skin
Come along with a news from forbidden land
Here I am standing alone facing more than a giant
Standing face to face with sand storm that I know is about to come
Sword in my hand is an old metal against God himself
But I tremble not, and fear none
For die is every us must go
But fighting the army of desert is my destiny
At end, to be a winner is not why we live
For whom now I pray?
Fighting something He sends against me
Battle enemy that no sword could cut
But death is never certain, isn’t it?
The only thing I know for this dire time
Standing here is no with no purpose
I fight for my dream this sands try to bury
And I will defend my dream to my end
Fighting this stormy sand is my destiny
opthalmolovist
My love to you is clear as a cornea
With no pterygium, nor pingueculae
It may face many traumas and develop much erosion
But mark me that my love will never go with cicatrix
Your light always comes through me,
Tell iris to shine
Without you light
Iris would be as beauty as dead himself
Your face dilate my pupil
Tell me how bright you are
Open it as wide as necessary to let u into me
I will arrange every need of me upon your call
The clear lens with no waterfall in it
Unveil mist of your mystery
And shall refract the miracle of your existence
This lens will put your perfect image at the only place in my eyes that is exist for you
When your image landed in my retina
My eyes is blinded
My heart is stopped
My brain is exited
Because all my organ knows that God let the miracle enter through the eyes of mine
With no pterygium, nor pingueculae
It may face many traumas and develop much erosion
But mark me that my love will never go with cicatrix
Your light always comes through me,
Tell iris to shine
Without you light
Iris would be as beauty as dead himself
Your face dilate my pupil
Tell me how bright you are
Open it as wide as necessary to let u into me
I will arrange every need of me upon your call
The clear lens with no waterfall in it
Unveil mist of your mystery
And shall refract the miracle of your existence
This lens will put your perfect image at the only place in my eyes that is exist for you
When your image landed in my retina
My eyes is blinded
My heart is stopped
My brain is exited
Because all my organ knows that God let the miracle enter through the eyes of mine
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
i really want to study IT
Long time studying medical world....
I love my life n this career. the way they think, and the way we defend ourselves...
This doctor people have really high PRIDE, some or maybe most of them is too proud of themselves, too proud that they seems feeling superior than other career...
Since I'm in high school, I always want to study drama, and computer programing..... but i never dare to challenge my parent...
here i am studying medicine and meet people at most worst day of their life...
worst meaning worst. when i watch Crime Scene Investigator, they said "most of time, we meet people at the worst time of their life" (which for me means they meet people who watch dead body of people they love)...
but let say it is worse to watch people we love dying because we have nothing to pay his/er medical situation...
once I become a doctor i will start to study computer programing for one year or at least for 6 months.....
I want to be graphic designer, or an actor...
Just a dream of a child buried by fear and anxiety of future
I love my life n this career. the way they think, and the way we defend ourselves...
This doctor people have really high PRIDE, some or maybe most of them is too proud of themselves, too proud that they seems feeling superior than other career...
Since I'm in high school, I always want to study drama, and computer programing..... but i never dare to challenge my parent...
here i am studying medicine and meet people at most worst day of their life...
worst meaning worst. when i watch Crime Scene Investigator, they said "most of time, we meet people at the worst time of their life" (which for me means they meet people who watch dead body of people they love)...
but let say it is worse to watch people we love dying because we have nothing to pay his/er medical situation...
once I become a doctor i will start to study computer programing for one year or at least for 6 months.....
I want to be graphic designer, or an actor...
Just a dream of a child buried by fear and anxiety of future
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