Monday, December 31, 2007

café au lait

happy new year, melon juice. watching at you on this table, i can see you're cold but as well green and sweet. i am glad that your white straw doesn't make loud noise like those trumpets outside. the clock is ticking, the streets are jammed. they all go to the national monument square to watch the new year eve party. i heard there will be some artists to perform there. two hours forty minutes to go before the fireworks start. i prefer to sit here with you. if you're a kind of tired, please drop your sweats on that tissue i put under you so that my notebook wont get wet. thanks.

happy new year, cikini street. happy new year, sofa. empty chairs. paintings on the wall. magazines. lamp bulbs. black and white pictures. ash tray. happy new year kitchen. happy new year old shoes. my loyal bag. mobile phone. fans on the ceiling. red wallet. happy new year messages in my inbox. happy new year mouse. happy new year to each and everyone...

Sunday, December 23, 2007

in friendship

some collect the cards; some compile the stamps; some enjoy the stories; some appreciate the efforts to send; some share the news with others; some prefer to keep it for private; some smile upon receiving it; some shed tears; some do it for the sake of proving something; some do it for paying back; some write on it quickly; some think hard to arrange the words; some have the addresses in their heads; some have to memorize them with the aid of pencil and paper... and even though i might not be able to send them all, by post, still you need to know my friends, that they are all there for you. in friendship from me.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

back to indochina

from this land-locked country in southeast asia, i greet you all my friends.

i have been here since last weekend.

within the past three weeks i visited three socialist countries in asia:
the people's republic;
the socialist republic;
and this last one is the people's democratic republic.

the mekong river was seen from the room where i had breakfast in the morning. on the other side of the river is another country. thailand. not a republic... but a kingdom.

i traveled by a local motorbike-taxi for 50 kilometers. the streets were full of dust. i went to the eastern part of this region in order to find the sleeping buddha. the motorbike had problem twice. but after an hour of traveling, i found it. the sleeping was there in a garden with many other statues.

tomorrow i will return home. and hopefully will see my beloved family members again.

see you soon java island.

Friday, December 14, 2007

good evening hanoi

this is good. they have fine quality coffee. i dug my pocket and spent some dongs, the vietnamese currency, to take home a few bunches of arabica as well as moca.
with some help of raihan, i've got what i was looking for as well, a cappucino maker.
why not try to use it tonight to make some cups of coffee? wanna join? come, maybe we can smoke some shisha too...

red flag at dusk

it's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in tiananmen square. it's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real, or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
it's coming through a crack in the wall; on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the sermon on the mount which i don't pretend to understand at all...

it's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; it's coming to america first, the cradle of the best and of the worst...

it's there they got the range and the machinery for change and it's there they got the spiritual thirst. it's there the family's broken and it's there the lonely say that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way...

i'm sentimental, if you know what i mean; i love the country but i can't stand the scene. and i'm neither left or right i'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen. but i'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay, i'm junk but i'm still holding up this little wild bouquet...

Friday, December 07, 2007

where there's a great will...

...there's a great wall.

the faith

at times we found it is a lot much easier to decide what we dont want, than to know precisely what we actually want.

we turn from one way to the next to avoid a traffic jam while actually the direction it takes will only bring us away from our initial destination.