Clouds and blue sky
Some of my favourite things in this world.

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Welcome to my visual archive of mind.

Regrets,

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Monday, 24 January 2011

day's days




you are the only person who knows what day today without checking calendars.




...



and you accept whatever the day is and enjoy the day with delights.


.thank you.






Sunday, 23 January 2011

| |







On the way.
Clouds are ours.
I curse anyone who wants to break the steels.





2020







I'll be 27 in 2020, do we still look cool?





Decompression #10 - ruangrupa @ Galeri Nasional








Saturday, 22 January 2011

random

Labil selabil-labilnya, galau segalau-galaunya, resah seresah-resahnya, sedih sesedih-sedihnya, murung semurung-murungnya.
Saya lelah. Oke, silahkan bilang saya tidak usaha apa pun. Saya gabut. Saya males. Saya gak niat. Saya gak gerak. Saya gak semangat. Saya gak punya daya juang yang tinggi (seperti dulu?). Saya gak usaha. Saya diam. Saya stuck. Saya jatuh. Saya tidur. Saya gak nyadar. Saya cuek. Saya parah. Saya keterlaluan. Saya tukang ngeluh. Saya.............(isi sendiri).

Jujur saja, saya lama-lama mau muntah.

Kantung mata membesar dengan mata sayu dan sembab. Aduh, hati saya mungkin telah renta?

Terimakasih banyak yang telah menyemangati.

Entahlah seperti jarum-jarum ditembakan dari 1000 senapan ke arah saya, kecil-kecil, menancap tapi banyak. Saya ingin rehat barang sebentar. Tapi keadaan benar-benar tidak memperbolehkan.

Mungkin dari luar saya tampak begitu santai, inginnya enaknya saja, inginnya senangnya saja, inginnya istirahat hebeh hebeh terus. Terserah.

Saya hampir kehabisan kata-kata maka terkadang yang sanggup keluar hanya air mata yang mewakili seratus kata tak terucap?


...

Saya bahagia sebahagia-bahagianya, saya senang sesesang-senangnya, saya puas sepuas-puasnya, saya bersyukur amat sangat. Hanya ada segelintir orang yang dapat membuat saya merasakan ini. Entah kamu termasuk di dalamnya atau tidak.

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Good Day





zzzzzzzz
zzzzz
zzz
zz
z
z
z
zz
zzz
zzzzz
zzzzzzzzz


...

"Good night"

Just sleep well darling
I won't wake you up
Continue your comfy sleeping

Maybe we're separated by miles
Ah I can still feel your smiles

Just sleep well darling
I won't wake you up
Continue your dreamy sleeping

I am here
Closing my eyes

On my way to the land of dream
Flying to see you in our dreams


...




When the moon gone
the orange burst glows




open your eyes
and


you can meet me
say,"Good morning" to you






Flare













////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Jadikan saya letupanmu, jadikan saya gasmu, jadikan saya penyerap sinarmu, jadikan saya anginmu, jadikan saya panasmu, jadikan saya energimu, jadikan saya planetmu, biarkan saya memiliki orbit tanpa aphelium, saya ingin orbit saya selalu perihelium.
\\\\\

-at.


Alphionette dan Alphionto bermain dalam ruang tak terbatas tanpa sekat.

Tak ada kata yang tercekat melainkan mengikat.

Lebah dan kalajengking menyengat.

Oh!

Adakah kau tenggat?

Detik berlari penuh semangat.

Tolonglah mampir rehat.

Ah!

Siapa butuh nasihat?

Jikalau jiwa sehat?

Inikah hari sabat?

Eh?

Tolong saya malaikat

Agar makin rekat.


Kamu,



sekarang








saya ingin mengenggam kamu dengan erat.

Erat



lebih erat





selalu erat.

Monday, 17 January 2011

Soliloquy




taken by @chpstrodile with Golden Half.




Soliloquy means monologue, speak with yourself. Don't be worry if you don't have anyone to hear your stories or your weeps in the midnight train. Through the low lights of the city and the tungsten color of the cold train's lamps, please look around. Wide rectangular windows are beside you. Come closer to them. I am pretty sure someone will come to you after you're speaking with your own reflection on the window.


There's two possibilities:


1. The train officer (old, fat, lazy, annoying man, maybe?) will come towards you and ask you to stop doing your exciting soliloquy. He will ask you to sit back and not to annoy another passenger in the train. Yes maybe he will call you "Freak" or "Crazy". Anyway, finally there's someone comes to you, eh? Count this Mr.Train! (though he's not listening to you).


2. A completely stranger or an old friend. Lovely coincidence, approaching you slowly and asking,"Are you okay?" This random people may listen to your stories and your weeps if you're lucky enough. Ah, there's someone comes to you! Count this random person!


***


Ah I just remembered something. 


***


Sometimes in life when you feel you have no one to be told (or talked to) then be ready for a person that you never imagine will come to you and wanna listen you throughly.


Anyway, I suggest you to do some soliloquies nowadays. It's not a sin.




Because you need to talk to yourself. When your words spilled out from your lips, it's equivalent with you give back your own words to yourself. Look at that wide windows first then speak. Talk with yourself first then talk to someone else. 


I know it's midnight train with gloomy-oh-dark view outside the window. Bright lamps inside the train seem like you're in the bright side? Oh come on, get some windows. You will know yourself when you're soliloquist.


Get some windows.







Saturday, 15 January 2011

Blah






Have you ever __________ ?

...


Maybe it sounds creepy but I am quite sure there's power that untouchable, undeniable, indescribable, heavy but soft, invisible, strange and weird enough to make me grin.

Then pull out question(s) from my lips,
"Have you ever?"

...

Don't take this post seriously.
I am not kidding though.

...

Anyway,

have you ever?




FYI:today I felt weird.

Half Full not Half Empty
















Multi exposures, random shots, half frame-full frame switch, mini sized plastic camera, dreamy, just shoot. The first roll wasn't nice enough. Satisfied? Not yet. So? Shoot more, experimenting more.


//Diana Mini + Kodak Color Plus 200//














Sunday, 9 January 2011

Song without notes.





a lever up,
a switch on
a light sparks
a dazzling man with his poetic love songs.
tees, installations are arts manifestation 
quirk tunes from a girl with tenori-on

oh what a lovely coincidence.

singing without notes and jumping on the pavements
walking through the low lights of the city 

yelling like weirdos 
acting like crazy

saved from a meter of sudden death
silly faces as the stars of that night

i am attracted
i am amazed
i am attached

and

i am not bored at all.







Wooden














#curcol



Tak terasa saya sudah tua bangkotan, delapan belas tahun bukanlah umur yang muda ya. Hmm, semester baru sudah siap menghadang mulai besok pagi. Try outs, ujian kartul, tes uni, nilai mat dan seterusnya silahkan lanjutkan sendiri. Rutinitas yang monoton (baca: sekolah) dan ditambah dengan kota Jakarta yang lama-lama terasa makin sempit sekali dan saya merasa berada di kota kecil sejujurnya. Andai saya punya pintu ke mana saja seperti Doraemon. 

Apalagi punya baling-baling terbang atau karpet terbang seperti Aladdin, hemat energi dan bahan bakar.


Terlepas dari segala hal yang terdengar tidak enak itu (kenyataannya kurang enak tapi harus bagaimana lagi?)
Saya senang sekali lho akhir-akhir ini, asal kamu tahu saja. Tetap saja ada hal-hal yang membahagiakan saya di dunia ini. Sesuatu yang huaaaah melegakan, menyenangkan, menghibur dan membahagiakan. Ini post paling gak penting dan gak jelas arahnya. Ya gitulah pokoknya. Saya bahagia lho! Anyway, bagaimana perkembangan kartul kamu kamu semua? Saya baru sampai bab dua, alinea ke-dua. 

Pokoknya gitulah. Sampai bingung mau nulis apa lagi. Saya juga punya list yang panjang yang telah menjadi wishlist dan planlist tahun 2011 ini. Semoga semuanya terjadi dengan gemilang lang lang sukses ses ses makmur sejahtera deh!

Selamat mengisi tahun ini! :)

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Zeta







like lights that have no switch off and endless sky.








Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Camera Talk








We're running through the aisles
Of the churches still in style
Does this city have a curfew?
Don't you know it's good to see you too



The riders on the Champs Elysees
We are the tourists in the cafes
We drank our wine along the river
Not believing where we were at all

It's alright, the camera's talking
And even though I can't be sure
Memory tells me that these times are worth working for





Camera Talk by Local Natives







Tuesday, 4 January 2011

miwont







väska - blomma



\\
I just wanna go home.
//.









Manzil





Kepada Manzil saya,


Maaf, segerombolan kerbau menyebrangi jalan di depan saya. Menghadang. Saya berusaha melewati mereka melalui celah-celah sempit di antara kerbau bau itu. Agar segera pulang dan menikmati hari saya.


...


Manzil, 
mengapa selalu ada rintangan menghadang saya segera berpulang dan rehat di dalam kamu?


Manzil,
bisakah saya pergi dari segala hal yang pelik ini lalu beristirahat dalam waktu yang lama?


Manzil,
saya ingin cepat pulang.


...


Sakit rasanya menjadi buronan yang sulit pulang. Perih rasanya menjadi anak rumahan yang tidak bisa pulang.


Katebelece, saya mengincar katebelece agar tidak menjadi buronan dan dapat melewati jalan pulang tanpa sederet kerbau bau menghadang.


Ingin dan sedang mengusahakan agar cepat p u l a n g .


Semoga segera dapat pulang secepat peluru ke Manzil saya.








Salam,






Saya, buronan yang dihadang kerbau bau yang ingin segera rehat di Manzil.