Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Realiti dan Fantasi

Kita sering dibatasi
Realiti dan fantasi
Saat cinta bersemi
Bersama berilusi

Di situlah kita
Mengenal ertinya budi
Kasih sayang insani
Dan peribadi

Pada detik yang ngeri
Yang tak pernah termimpi
Ku dibaluti sepi
Kenangan membara lagi
Meracuni hati yang keterlanjuran

Baru kini ku akui
Kau masih milik ku lagi
Dan terus bersemadi
Hingga akhir nanti


Saturday, June 14, 2008

Sunday, June 8, 2008

starry tales

It is rather comforting to think of our forebears watching over us, of God using the canvas sky to paint large the deeds of mortal heroes. It makes little Earth seem important in the universal scheme of things - more than a mere rock amid empty, howling space.

Though man-made lighting has tried to push night away to safe distance, though it has made the stars harder to see, you can still stand outdoors, in a hail of dizzying stars, and spot constellations exactly as your ancestors did. It is still possible to enjoy the stories those stars have generated.

But when you do go outside on a starry night, consider this: The light from some of the stars has traveled for so long to get here that the star itself has long since burned out, gone. What are you looking at, then? The memory of a star? Its ghost? Its story written in light?

Geraldine McCaughrean

Friday, June 6, 2008

you've got mail

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?

I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.

Kathleen Kelly

Monday, May 26, 2008


The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.

Carl Sandburg

Monday, May 12, 2008

the great gatsby

"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had."

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008


My father used to say,
"Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
or the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self-reliant like the cat -
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth-
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint."
Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn."
Inns are not residences.

Marianne Moore

Friday, February 15, 2008

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Fallen From The Sky

You must have fallen from the sky,
You must have shattered on the wrong way.
You brought so many to the light,
And now you're by yourself.
There comes a point in every fight,
Where giving up seems the only way.
When everyone has said goodbye,
And now you're on your own.

And if you need somewhere to fall apart,
Somewhere to fall apart.

When the rules of Cain,
The rights you made.
The hours did crawl,
For those to blame.
The broken glass,
The fool that asked,
The moving arrow to stop.

You must have fallen from the sky,
You must have come here in the pouring rain.
You took so many through the light
And now you're on your own

And if you need somewhere to fall apart,
Somewhere to fall apart.

Well the ruins of man
The bloody rag
Be the fool the bull
The powdered hag
The nights that make
The rattle rag
The wolves that follow the ousted man
The falling star
The way we are
The rules that never ever multiply

You must have fallen from the sky
You must have come here on the wrong way
You came among us every time
But now you're on your own

And if you need somewhere to fall apart,
Somewhere to fall apart.

Well they call you saint,
The basket case.
The rules of thumb,
You have to break.
The raging skull,
The rag to the bull.
The nails that drag,
In either hand.
Well I will make,
My work of that.
I know this place,
I know this task.

You must have fallen from the sky

(Glen Hansard)