Luka

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
After that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
And they only hit until you cry
After that, you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore 

I just being Luka. No. I am Luka.  

Started from listen to Suzanne Vega's album all day, I'm in love all over again with Luka. 

Mustika Wayan - Brahma, Wisnu, Siwa.

"Akulah Brahma, Sang Pencipta yang membangun setiap sel tubuhmu sejak benih hingga tiba pada wujud tubuhmu saat ini."

"Akulah Wisnu, Sang Pemelihara yang merawat setiap sel dan kehidupan dalam tubuhmu sejak benih hingga saat kini."

"Dan Akulah Siwa, Sang Pelebur yang menghancurkan setiap sel tubuhmu yang rusak untuk menjadikannya kembali materi penciptaan bagi sel yang baru."

"Akulah yang kau namai Brahma, Wisnu, Siwa, yang mencipta, memelihara dan melebur tubuhmu dari dalam. Bawakanlah bagiKu segala bahan penciptaan, pemeliharaan dan peleburan yang terbaik, lewat makanan, air dan udara ke dalam tubuhmu. Karena dengan semua itulah Aku membangun tubuhmu."

"Bawakan bagiKu pikiran dan perasaan yang terbaik, karena dengan itulah Aku menciptakan, memelihara dan menjaga keseimbangan batin dan Jiwamu."

"Akulah Brahma, Wisnu, Siwa, yang tiada henti bekerja dalam semesta kecil, tubuh yang kau tempati saat ini. Persembahkanlah bahan-bahan berkah ke dalam tubuh dan pikiranmu, dengan itulah akan Kualirkan berkah bagi kehidupanmu. Persembahkanlah bahan-bahan bencana lewat tubuh dan pikiranmu, maka dengan semua itulah akan Kualirkan bencana dalam kehidupanmu."

(Dalam aliran pengetahuan. Peninjoan, Sukawati. 13-Nop-2015)

Mustika Wayan.

Blessing.

Fljótavík

I'm so fucking sorry for letting people down. Basically i'm just a human fucking being and I hate being a human. 

Realita yang telah ditiup oleh angin.

Gemerlap cahaya lampu jakarta.aku mengenal nya.bahkan polusi yang menempel di serpihan kaca gedung aku mengetahui nya.sampai aku terus menikmati ke indahan nya.aku lupa aku harus menjaga kawan wanita itu.mungkin kerongkong tenggorokan nya kering.karena tega nya ibu kota menyiksa nya.tas ransel ku hanya ada sebotol air jernih.mungkin itu bisa membasahi sedikit kerongkong tenggorokan nya.jarum pendek pun terlalui.dan ibu kota pun semangat untuk mentertawakan anak gembel,kumuh,dekil. Rambut berdiri,berbaju hitam sobek sobek.kata kata apalagi yang belum ada untuk menghina.pemabuk berbuat arogan di tengah kemunafikan ibu kota.dulu saya pernah melihat sebuah panggung di ibu kota bersama kawan wanita.dulu saya pernah menari di tengah keramaian ibu kota.sampai saya mabuk dengan kawan wanita.penegak hukum saja kena semprot oleh kawan ku.dasar anjing gua gak mabuk.kata kawan wanita ku.semua itu  hanyalah realita yang telah di tiup oleh angin.

Tengah malem dapet kiriman cerita nggak jelas. Entah puisi entah fiksi. Ya Allah mau joged😂

In a Manner of Speaking - Great Cover by Nouvelle Vague

In a manner of speaking I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking, semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking, I just want to say
That just like you, I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing

Oh give me the words,
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

Oh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

Workingman's Dead - "Don't tread on me"

Been listening to Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead album. one of their best album according to mine. Started from Uncle John's band that would give you hit straight on your head with something like "Don't tread on me" but you gotta feel don't worry at the first time. Then something like "like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go" gonna confusing you in the middle of the song. But whatever, don't believe me it's just my smart-ass opinion. Then you'll hear Casey Jones that high on cocaine in the second tracks. I'm not really into this song. The song sounds same from the first time till the end. Then you go to "High Time" which is one of my favorite. I just mumbling my self when read the lyric of this song. Such a confusion, good time, hard time, it coming up balanced. But we still losing our time and we have nothing to do with it. Such a melody that will bring you high slowly. Tomorrow come trouble, tomorrow come pain. But no, don't think too hard cause you know what I'm saying. "Coming in when it's raining and go on out when it's gone". Yeah because everyone wanted a good life. Well, I know. Nothing's gonna stay forever. Nothing's gonna stay until tomorrow. "Don't murder me, I beg of you. Please, don't murder me." Coming up from Dire Wolf with a little slow fucking ballad that push you into that sentences over and over again. That was stupid sentences but fuck it man please don't murder me. Then you gotta get some blues from New Speedway Boogie and Clumberland Blues.Then talking about Annie Bonneau in Black Peter because we want to have a little peace to die and a friend or two I love at hand. God must be killing me with this song. The people might know but the people don't care. I don't wanna be a poor Peter that lying in pain. I just wanna run, run, run and see. 

Balancing your life again with Easy Wind while ballin that jack and drinkin wine. That was a serious advice but fuck the doctor cause we ain't gonna stop that jack. But guys sometimes you need to try hide your liquor and try to serve a tea because I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true. The rivers keep a talkin but you never heard a word said.

Last but not least, you gotta hear Radio Ad in the last track while I steal your wine.

Have a great day, flicker!

I love you, more......

Oh.. Biru.

Oh biru
Biarkan diriku merengkuhmu
Hanyutkan dirimu dalam cintaku, tersenyumlah untukku

Oh biru
Indah dirimu hempaskan aku
Jauh ku tenggelam dalam tatapmu
Sesatku dalam kasihmu

Sejuta kata takkan pernah bisa lisankan maksud rasaku ini

Dia mengalir dalam darahku
Dia setengah dari jiwaku
Dia bayangan atas nyawaku
Dia..

Oh biru
Detak jantungmu membawa aku berlayar tengah samudera cintamu
sesatku dalam kasihmu

Dia mengalir dalam darahku
Dia setengah dari jiwaku
Dia bayangan atas nyawaku
Biarlah dua menjadi satu.

Biru - Anda. 

Oh.. Biru.. 

I always thinking that Biru is one of my favorite names, besides Luka, definetely. Until I found out Anda's song called Biru. Hell yeah, as you can read above, Biru.

Lalu?

Posisiku sudah mati. Bahkan saat ini aku teriak tanpa suara. Semuanya hening sejalan dengan waktu. Akankah semua hidup pada akhirnya?

She's da Wolf.

She's a wolf. Maybe she's fall in love with the moon, and each month she cried for a love she will never touch.

Can't Get Enough

Everything is not as perfect as it seems. Not as bad as it smells. Not as sick as it feels. 

Everything you should embraced. Whether you like it or not, you want it or not. That is life. You cannot runaway from the path of your life. Fuck it. Fuck it anyway. 

But how if I cannot accept all the things you gave to me as everything? 

Because sometimes everything is nothing. 

Everything turns nothing so perfectly.

In fact,

There's no perfect in everything except nothing. 

Oh, April!

Started this month with a lot of confussion. Yes, i've been through a lot of bullshit. Then, some Beatles Fans Club made a gathering. That will be a cool gath, i know. The gath was held at Taman Suropati, 12 April 2014. There was a lot of ppl came there. I've seen a lot of unfamiliar faces and also strangers. We met up without knowing who the hell we are before. It's pretty cool, isn't it?

It's my pic and desta while we attended bmi gath. Honestly i wanna upload a complete member of bmi pics but i couldnt found the better one. Because the resolution still sucks and i can do nothing about it. But i promise you i'll upload it while i found one. 

So here's a good damn friends of mine.

Anyone can play guitar.

Grow my hair, grow my hair

I am Jim Morrison

Grow my hair

I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison!

TIME

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run
To catch up with the sun
But it's sinking

Racing around
To come up behind you again

The sun is the same
In a relative way
But you're older

Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way

The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell...

I just don't know why I directly put Pink Floyd Lyric on my first part of this story.

Maybe because I listening to their song right now. Idk really.

First of all, i really don't know what i'm gonna talked about here, but i just got a follow from someone that has watched Pink Floyd Concert for the 15th times. And it was like, hell yeah this person is really annoyed me. Honestly, i'm just being jealous of him :( his name is Stephen Paul Smith. But i cant find his own picture in his twitter account. But he is really entertained me. He always tweeting about Pink Floyd and the other great band in that era. Cool enough. 

Sebuah cerita pendek, pt.2

Part.2

"... Masa-masa kegelapan itu sudah berlalu, kini secercah harapan baru mulai tampak. Awan hitam yang tadinya pekat menyelimuti dirinya perlahan-lahan memudar, sekarang rasa optimismenya muncul, semangat dan bara kagum akan menuai api, menyala-nyala, tak gentar lawan menyerangnya beribu kali. Ya priska kini siap untuk meneruskan skripsinya yang sudah hampir usang ditelan debu. Tak penting baginya kini komunikasi (yang selama ini gue rasain, sih) baik itu jejaring sosial, kanal blackberry messenger, dan lain sebagainya. Ya, sekali lagi priska siap melawan geliatnya skripsi. Meski entah apa yang terbesit dipikirannya kali ini seperti halnya kura-kura, ratusan playlist, projek tanpa harapan bersama pria-pria yang mengaguminya, Terserah!!! Yang penting kini soal skripsi tidak ada kata Menyerah!! Dan kembali kedepan layar monitor komputernya priska memulai lagi, babak baru, semangat baru, tapi tunggu dulu, bukan skripsi yang dilanjuti. Tetapi... Tetapi... Ya babak baru Priska Aprilianti (yang kini belakangnya ada nama "N.F") berfantasi dengan foto-foto bergaya selfie...~" TAMAT

Pito.

Pito. That name. I won't forget it.

This is my first time to met him. After my mom told me everything a about him.

He is sick. He got an insident before. Someone was hit him by car. His leg is broke. But luckily, a man who hit him was directly bring him to a masage theraphy place. It's a traditional place that could help people who broke their bones.

Actually, I knew him from my mom. Well, my mom went to a masage place to visited my neighbor who broke her hand. And that was my mom first time met him.

Singkat cerita dalam bahasa indonesia. Jadi, mamahku lah yang pertama ketemu dia, dan memaksaku dan seluruh adik adikku untuk menjenguknya. jadi dia ternyata adalah seorang pengamen. Cukup miris. Seperti yang sering aku lihat dipinggir jalan sepanjang lampu merah. Ya, begitulah hidupnya. Umurnya 12 tahun. Selang setahun dengan adikku, tepat yang berada di posisi kiri di foto atas. Ketika aku bertanya, apakah ia sekolah. Dia jawab ya. Aku tanya kelas berapa, dia jawab 6. Kemudian selang beberapa menit aku tanya lagi kelas berapa, dan dia jawab kelas 3. Lalu aku bingung. Aku bilang dia berbohong. Lalu dia menjelaskan bahwa sebenernya dia kelas 6, kalau kalau dia selalu naik kelas. Tapi ternyata dia tidak naik kelas. Dan sekarang tetap kelas 3. Well. Make sense. Kemudian kita berbincang bincang tentang keluarga. Mirisnya, selama hampir satu minggu dia berada di tempat itu, tidak ada satupun dari keluarganya yang menjenguk atau menengokinya. Yang datang hanyalah seorang pengamen yang merupakan teman pito ini. Pito... Ah. Andai saja kau berjumpa dengannya. Pasti kau selalu akan tersenyum. Betapa lugu dan polosnya dia. Selugu saat dia menolak untuk diadopsi oleh orang yang sudah menabraknya ini. Oh ya, yang menabrak dia umurnya sekitar 19th. Anak seorang dokter. Dan dokter tersebut ingin mengadopsi Pito untuk menjadi anaknya. Tapi, karena tidak ada pendekatan, langsung saja pito menolak dengan mentah. Layaknya anak kecil, berpikir pendek, dan hanya melakukan apa yang disukainya. Tidak berpikir panjang, dan hanya mengikuti kata hatinya. Memang tidak mudah untuk mengajak anak ini bicara. Akupun harus membuatnya tertawa berkali kali, seakan membuat dia nyaman akan keberadaanku. Barulah kita bisa bercerita.. Dia sangat senang bertemu dede. Tyas. Maksudku tyas. Adikku. Mungkin karena mereka hampir seumuran. Aku bisa merasakan sedikit rasa gembira dalam diri pito setelah kami datang. Setelah satu hari lebih tidak ada satupun yang mengunjunginya. Aku sempat bercerita tentang pekerjaan ku yang merupakan seorang guru bahasa inggris. Dan dia terlihat bahagia ketika aku mengajarinya membaca abjad dalam bahasa inggris. Dimulai dari abcdefghijklmn dan seterusnya. Lalu aku coba bertanya beberapa pertanyaan seputar matematika. Dia bukan anak yang bodoh. Ketika aku mendengar dia sering tidur dikolong jembatan. Aku kaget, air mata hampir berada diujung kelopak mataku. Aku diam seribu bahasa. Entah diam atau berbahasa. Entahlah. Aku hanya bisa bilang. Jangan lagi. Pulanglah kerumah.

Sepertinya, hari ini dia sudah dapat pulang kerumah. Tapi aku masih belum mendapatkan berita tentang kepulangannya. Rumahnya didaerah tangerang ujung. Ah, sewan kalo nggak salah namanya. Akupun sedikit asing mendengarnya. Hahahaa. Sudahlah. Intinya. Selamat malam. Mari bersyukur. :)

Sebuah cerita pendek. Karya teman.

"Disebuah kota berlokasikan dipinggir kota jakarta, tepatnya dijalan.kunciran, ciledug tangerang. Terkisahlah seorang anak manusia berparaskan cantik jelita dengan gaya yang agak sedikit tomboy namun sebenarnya hatinya baik kesehariannya disibukkan oleh jadwal kuliah yang sebenarnya tidak terlalu padat tapi karena maklum sedikit lagi harus menyelesaikan skripsinya yang tak kunjung usai ibarat mencari jarum didalam tumpukkan jerami Si Priska itu malah kini harus menanggung beban diotaknya untuk menyelesaikan sripsinya tersebut demi sebuah ijazah yang konon sampai saat ini sangat berharga untuk hiasan diruang tamu rumah. Tapi priska tetaplah seorang wanita biasa, meski tekanan datang dari segala penjuru baik itu orang tua sampai para dosennya yang sudah tidak sanggup untuk mengajarkan dan sepertinya para dosen sudah kehabisan akal dengan mahasiswi yang satu ini. Kini priska malah asyik mendengarkan lagu dari band-band yang terdapat diplaylistnya, entah apa yang ada dipikirannya saat ini perhatiannya lebih tertuju kepada musik ketimbang buku-buku bahkan skripsinya sendiri hampir dilupakannya. banyak pria yang sebenarnya naksir untuk bisa mendapatkan wanita satu ini. Layaknya siti nurbaya yang hidup dizaman dulu tapi ini beda priska justru cuek dengan segala hal yang menyangkut dirinya. Kembali ke headphone kesayangannya yang masih "nyantol" digadgetnya priska gadis berusia kurang lebih 25 tahunan itu memutar Pink Floyd - High Hopes salah satu judul lagu dari album Division Bell. Priska Aprillianty nama lengkap wanita itu dan sampai kini belum juga merasakan apa itu cinta yang sebenarnya." -TAMAT-

Whoa. That's a story about me. In other perception. In other point of view. Idk why suddenly he gave that cool shit story to me. Well, he's my friend. His name is Ahmad budiarjo. And i always called him "Burjo" because everytime i look at his name while my belly is empty i feel like i read something about burjo. So i said to him that his name is Burjo. Actually, he is a writer on a web-zine or something like that. Ok, he is teasing me. He wrote my age about 25, i know. He is teasing me. That is not really true. Im just 22 years old. And why the heck on earth he is talked about my thesis like that? Actually. He doesnt know what happened with my thesis. I'm on experiment's time right now. So i spends my time in school. Not stucking in front of the computer to think about what kind of shit that i should write later. Thats it. And thats the point. Slow fans. i think thats all. My brain is slipped while I watch Jules video here. So i'd better stop this one. Ok bye.

G-Pluck Beatles.

Well, if you lived in Indonesia and you are a big fucking fans of The Beatles, you should know this band. this one fucking band. G-PLUCK BEATLES. well I had an opportunity to watched them free on Beatles Night at Carburator Spring Cafe- Bintaro on 26 June 2013 with my brother and sister. they trying to be look a like a beatles. and that was funny, because.... Ah, you should see them by your own eyes. They're just awesome :)

Oh, it because this place is not really a huge venue, and i only got a table in the second floor, so i can't really get a nice and a lot of picture because my sister and brother didn't allowed me to leave them.

But really, you should watch them live. they're just awesome and shit, the bassist is someone who play for the band called "SORE", that is my favorite band too. i listened to them since i was in Senior High School. but I forgot his name, he has something like "Granida" or something in his middle name. Ah...

Beatles night at TCIS Bubat- Bandung

So i went to Bandung again, for the second time in november. This time, i went there with Ain't She Sweet band. They're gonna performs there.

So we started this journey from Lido, bogor. Then me and ain't she sweet's family going to bandung through sukabumi. And damn, that's a long long fucking way to go. We spent about 7 fucking hours on the fucking way. That was a crap. But finally we can arrived on time. Ain't she sweet got a schedule on 8pm, and we're arrived at 7.45. That was cruel, isn't it? Lol.

And tadaaa~ this time i bring my camera, so i captured a lot of their pics. Here we go..

This is our picture while we are on the road. As you can see, i still wearing a ban on my chin. That was because of my accident one week before.

And here my pictures of their performance.