Wednesday, October 24, 2007


out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.

needless to say
I am one of the fakes,
and this is my story...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

vareed zakaria

a friend of mine is a paparazzi. i noticed this fact after she took this picture, and commenting "some are so into it". she took the picture more than a year ago. it was very recently that i discover this. it's quite a shot, i think. don't you think so, yantje?

Friday, October 12, 2007


this is a great time from where we'd start.

A time for freedom. we have our long holiday, yes finally. the fasting is over. and it's time for family reunion. people are leaving this city to gather with their darling ones. some go by cars, others prefer train or plane. and there are growing many who chose to ride motorcycle.

this is a perfect time to finish our unfinished meal. to sip the last drops of our coffee. read the last pages of that book we left since a while ago. to complete the unspoken sentence we always mean to tell. to return the call we have received. and to dream the dream once again.

and as this is also a time for forgiving, I'd think it will be proper to let go some burdens we always carry within our hearts.

springsteen's blood brother

We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin´ up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there´s so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin´ for the other
We said until we died we´d always be blood brothers.....

Sunday, October 07, 2007

one of us can not be wrong

the jazz, the black coffee, the moon and the man who sits next to me with his half lit cigarette, all attentions were on the tv screen. another report from myanmar about the monks.

i take note just in case my big man ask me to prepare a weekly report.

tomorrow is monday. another blue monday. the good thing about monday is that i have free evening to run and get tired, sweating...

this side of my world

with those many countries in asia. each of them has a unique story to tell. a different food to taste. a particular news to hear. a distinct scent to smell. a rare joke to laugh at. a matchless beauty to admire. a solitary path to walk. an exceptional glimpse of surprise to feel.

all in this side of the world.