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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Ode to testosterone


I once wore armour.
I would hunt animals,
with teeth as long as my arm.
I would chase adventure,
to the four corners of the world.
We carried speers.
We were killed, or be killed.
And all that mattered, was survival

Time to become man.... again!

-- Bavaria

ROOAARRR. haha. this is the spirit, isn't it Songul? :D You are right. :P Vreemd genoeg voel ik me een stuk beter.

Thanks

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Under the caucasian pine - a poem

Just stab me in my chest, O' mate
three or four times under the caucasian pine.
I just want to say to you, O' mate.
Please dont hurt your doll,
the beautiful princess of mine.
Last sunday I went to hell,
with hope,
and watching miss little sunshine.
I'm coming back today,
with reality,
and a broken heart.

Friday, February 02, 2007

A weird letter to a friend.




Good morning, (In Indonesian time too :)
it's 22:22 local time, so i think it's 04:22 in the morning at Indonesian time

Yes, of course you're okay right now.
or else, you'll be okay soon.
is it still raining there? I must admit that I LOVE the rain :D serieusly. especially in Indonesia. I love when it rains so hard with thunderbolt and lightning, the sky is so dark and the wind blows hard. I love the sound of the pouring rain smashing the roof. Just turn off the radio and turn off the light. Just lie down at the cold ceramic floor, close your eye's and let it hypnothises you.
Waiting till the rain is over, but it isn't over for hours. Sometime's you can hear that the power of the mother-nature decreases. You would think that the magical show will be over soon. But then, in a matter of a sec,..
..
*flashlight*
..
BLAAARRRR!!!!!!!
..
Then the tempo starts to increasing again. ta ta ta ta.. allegro. It's become more dynamic and vigorous. But it isn't enough, allegro vivace, and then allegro assai. You realizes that you are in the middle of nowhere. surround by the the greatest storm you can ever imagine. You are starting to think that you are nothing. You are just one sand on a beach. powerless. But it gives you an overwhelmed feeling at the same time. You can't stand it anymore. You just want to walk out the wooden door with enormous air hole that separates you and the beast. But it feels too hard to open. And it seems so far for you to reach the door. It was the longest journey you ever had.
..
Looking through the veranda, you feel some water in the air. It's just too many. You are trying to count it, one, two, three... no, you can't do that, it was too many and too fast. But you are still trying to count them. you lost the count at two thousand and forty one. It makes you tired. But somewhere in your hart, you feel happy. Your are trying to close your eye's. "It's enough", you say. "It was the best day of my life".

Well, I supposed to make a letter, not a story. :P but it cames just like that. well, now is 12 O'clock PM. I think I just finished my letter.

Untung


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Edit: At the time I wrote this, I just wrote some random story that came to my mind. I didn't realize that it was still raining in Jakarta. 2 days after I wrote this, I saw in the news and also some friends told me, that the rain caused the worst flooding in Jakarta since 2002. I can imagine that this time is very hard for those who got material, physical or mental damage's caused by this flood. I'm very sorry to hear this tragic news.