Untuk Kau & Untuk Aku

Quadratic Equation.

variables :

x : You
y : Me (I)

(x or y) ;


(x or y) know why we / (x or y) are here.
(x or y) came to save (x or y)

(x or y) loves (x or y)
(x or y) hates (x or y)

(x or y) laugh
(x or y) cry

(x or y) lives
(x or y) die



(right answer, where's the calculation?)

Anthony And The Johnsons.

Fistful of Love - Antony & The Johnsons

29th March 2008

life starts and ends the same way, if you had cared, you would have noticed.

Enclosed.

"Are you sure we are where we supposed to be? "

Dirt On The Other Side

"Arent you glad we are still on this side" - said the joker to the thief.

Tell Me About Yourself.

you know what your problem is? you think your better than other people.

Ooh yeah? fuck you. Im not the one who is trying to get into your pants.

I couldn't sleep, not a wink in the past two days. spend the night packing and unpacking, i feel that im supposed to go somewhere, in between these transient imsoniactic thoughts, you cant help but feel that something (or is it everything?) is not quite the way it suppose to be, am i writing what im suppose to be writing? seeing the words as it is suppose to be seen?

Remember the utter realization of those "i-am-standing-in-public-naked" dreams? well, thats how i feels ... to wake up and realized that it's 3.45 pm and you have been in the office all day. how do you function really? your body turn on the auto pilot mode and you just drift toward your inner subliminal sleep? how could that be... can a guy work effectively... apparently so.




"where have you been?"

"uh... around"

"you didnt call pun..."

and here i am thinking, why should i ?

"what fucking good is a phone if you dont call people or answer your calls?"

what fucking good are you if you dont stop pissing me off?

"you know, one of these days...



and then you just fucking realized that all this conversation will just eventually lead to nowhere, there's no stories to be told, there's no morale to be told. (somehow that is in direct correlation of the lack of morality of people nowadays).

like wind be told, likewise behold!

hence the innevitable ignorance that come with the state of half awaken sleep.

oh.. how i wish i could eventually tell you that i am truly truly happy in my thoughts of you and those dancing little fairies, and how they dances with the echo of your candlelit thoughts.

and then you realized...





"you know, one of these days... you are gonna come outta that god forsaken zombie eyes and realized the world has moved on while you are zoning out..."





Transient

Punctured.

This is not me.

That is not my arm.

This is a story.

(yeah whatever you say… buy more long sleeve t-shirt)

Ink : somehow retold.

...an unwritten page has such a potential, don't you think?

A million words waiting to be conjured by the feathery flick of a pen across paper.

And even after you've have graved order onto the blank slate. dont you find that there are always still spaces between the words,

the possibilities you can still read in the gaps between the lines


He Smiled.









A story doesn't just start at the beginning and trundle onwards in a straight line to the end,

the story can be - and is - told in a different way by a different story-teller, each one taking their own path.

branching the story from one dimension to two.

The same story can be - and is - retold in different ways by different generation. Revising the draft that came before, building our stories from the remnant of the past.

Those re-tellings give the tales a third dimension.

Then as we read, following the trail of ink, we move in three dimension. skimming onwards and skipping back,

diverted to the side here and there as we consider the invisible possibilities of what might have been, digging down into the depth of residual tales,

the dead truths replaced by this new text.

This is the true nature of time, time have three dimension.

Just like space.

StompMan!

Look at this closely.

Hi notes on top.
Low keys at the bottow.

He mapped out the how he played the keyboard on the screen.




(Video Tag!)

crying angel, horned me! :), Samyaza whispering to Istahr' His name, and Uktena the horned serpent.

thats right... look real closely.

Erased [ Part 2]

"... ... ..."


But i dont want to forget...

(tell me why...)

Coz it felt good, dont need to feed the need to be miserable anymore.

(I pity you for saying that, give me more.)

Huh? pity? that a new one coming from you...

[Evil] Part 1 - The END.

Seriously, I didnt mean it/to.

(yeah right! say it to enuff people. you know somehow it will hit a spot)

I didnt know!

(be honest, you know you been waiting for it to happen.)

How was I to know that her mom is crazy?

(you should, how many people know Valium?)

I Dont Care What You People Say. This Is What Actually Happened.

(evil 1, good 0)

Shit Man. I Didnt Know You Died.

Jonathan Gregory Brandis (April 13, 1976 – November 12, 2003)

(yeah. I remember him. He was Mozenrath.)

Iklan : I Doubt You Have Forgotten.

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong, I am right
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust
I know this is love
But, if I tell the world
I'll never say enough
Cos it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you

[Chorus]
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere

I build myself up
And fly around in circles
Watin' as my heart drops
And my back begins to tingle
Finally, could this be it

[Chorus]
Or should I give up
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place should I leave it there
Should I give up
Or should I just keep on chasin' pavements
Should I just keep no chasin' pavements
Ohh oh