budiman hakim

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i like Budiman Hakim.  He's funny, you prolly won't like him in person if you don't have sense of humor.  But online the guy's funny.  He could be funny on twitter too, but I don't follow him, he's got too many followers replying or retweeting his tweets, so it would clutter my tweetdeck. He's got a sense of purpose to what he writes or does.  It's not just a story, although it begins with a story, he doesn't try to appear smart, but he really is.  Some writers I know would like to appear smart, but they're not they're just cynical, which bears completely different meaning.

aight, gonna see sang pencerah, and i'll tell you what i think of the movie

before we do it again

cease fire
truce
no more fights
at least for now
i'm too tired
and so are you
perhaps later
we'll take a knife
and slit each other
but tonite
we'll call it a truce
and have a drink
and make up sex

not a monkey

you can't be running in circles
not when you're not a monkey
you shouldn't be repeating
the same lines
your record is broken
so is your smile so is my heart
to see you sad
from my flower bed
take a bow
clench your fist
and don't cry

pindah nggak ya

http://metro.vivanews.com/news/read/180154-jakarta--antara-lumpuh-dan-tenggelam

the city

they'll name a city after us
the city of lost souls
somewhere near Rio
they'll say look, see
this is where they philander
this is where they sleep
this is where they stay up and wander
and they will never find the answer
they believe they will
they believe love will set them free
they got love all wrong
they will pay
they will hold the lamp post
let the chill
glue their cheeks
until they turn blue
crystalized
and become
a statue of their own mistakes

speak to the dead

i wish i can speak to the dead
and they would answer me back
i just want to talk about stuff
that i have the flu
problems to solve
drama dad
whose love i dont feel
the dead would know what to do
because they're dead
they have seen in all
before their eyes
as they lay and rot
worms making tunnels
out of swollen flesh
they have seen who come to see
and speak to them
in the wee hours
in the dampness of the graveyard
caretakers begging for money
they are lurking with a promise
in their faces, saying:
i'll cut your grass, too
when you're down under
and i'll speak to you
more often
than
you're own daughter

99th night

on my 99 th night i rise and leave

i no longer wait under the rain

beneath your balcony

i no longer send you kisses

and sing those love songs

i see your shadows

in the covers

i see you look down

and wonder

i promised you

a 100 days

you tell me we'll see

so see this sweetbum

me, walking out

not looking back 

not wanting

i have my 99 days

of perhaps and perhaps

that is enough for now

and tomorrow is a day away

a pain but a must

A break up is a pain but a must, when one door closes at least three will be opened.  We grow from break ups more than we do from being in love.  Although a break up is necessary for you to find love, the love you will need to get you by, which is of course something you can only have after you love yourself.  A break up sometimes means you love yourself enough to not be loved in a way you do not want to be loved.  A break up is a sweet poison that kills and heals.  A break up might lead you as it did me, to write a blog, a journal, a pile of posts to keep you posted of your emotional growth.  A break up is a cry to be strong, a song for the weary soul.

A break up is a break up is a break up. Life will still go on

your face

The story begins and the story ends.  Like today, when I said enough, like today when I see your face and I see hate.  You would defend yourself that that is how you look.  And you will be right, you do look angry all the time, I just wished today, you wipe it off your face. Its a bit hard to love a face that is swollen with rage, bulging eyes, jittery legs.  You don't look pretty.  That is all.