<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:50:38.452-08:00</updated><category term='share'/><category term='hmmmm'/><category term='sebuah ucapan'/><category term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category term='TURIYA'/><category term='ealaaah'/><category term='fiksi'/><category term='sekedar curhat'/><category term='Perenungan'/><category term='Love'/><category term='meracau'/><category term='anger'/><category term='HOMOGENIC'/><category term='mixtape'/><category term='utopia'/><title type='text'>Maradilla Syachridar</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi! i'm maradilla. this is my blog (yeah of course) hehehe. you can see my world, my perspectives, my thoughts, anything. so share your innermost thought with me!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-63495320718707883</id><published>2012-01-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:42:59.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>What I Talk About When I Talk About Amateur Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL2g4y8bo9w/TxRIWG8tPzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sZiOGfFeDKQ/s1600/cycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL2g4y8bo9w/TxRIWG8tPzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sZiOGfFeDKQ/s400/cycling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698258973190078258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: Reza Prabowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pernah membaca sebuah buku, langsung merasa tercuci otaknya ingin jadi pelari. Dalam buku itu disebutkan, bahwa olahraga lari adalah sebuat bentuk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;solitary sport&lt;/span&gt;, yang membuat saya tersenyum dan setuju. Tidak perlu alat yang mahal, tidak perlu bantuan orang-orang, hanya tinggal menggerakkan kaki, lalu jadi. Sama seperti halnya menulis, ada konsentrasi tertentu yang diperlukan ketika berlari, dan konsentrasi itu datang dari diri sendiri tanpa intervensi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku itu berjudul "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running". Bagi yang pernah membaca, pasti langsung tahu siapa yang menulisnya. Dan bagi orang-orang terdekat saya, mereka pasti tahu bahwa saya memang mengagumi penulis ini, baik novel-novelnya maupun memoirnya. Saya mengerti, ketika dalam buku ini dia menyinggung-nyinggung soal kreatifitas dalam membuat sebuah tulisan fiksi, bakat memang salah satu komponen penting ketika kita menjadi seorang penulis fiksi, namun bagaimana cara memaksimalkan bakat yang ada ketika kita menjadi penulis yang masih jauh dari sempurna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mencoba berlari lama, lalu gagal. Saya harus akui, saya benci berlari. Tapi, konsep olahraga sambil merenung ini sayang sekali jika tidak dilakukan. Akhirnya saya memutuskan, sebaiknya saya mencari olahraga lain yang bisa menjadi media kontemplasi, dimana olahraga itu adalah bersepeda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan metode yang sama, bersepeda sendiri, sambil mendengarkan musik favorit, melihat keadaan sekitar yang bisa dijadikan inspirasi, saya rasa memang pada akhirnya cukup membantu proses kreatif saya. Melihat langit dan ekspresi berbagai manusia menjadi tidak sama seperti kemarin. Bersepeda menjadi upaya soliter untuk bisa belajar berkomiten dengan melakukannya secara rutin hingga lelah dan menjadikannya sebuah rutinitas, sama seperti kita mempertahankan ritme menulis atas sebuah proyek selama periode tertentu secara disiplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, inilah dia, beberapa pilihan lagu favorit saya ketika bersepeda. Tidak ada yang terlalu upbeat, karena saya bukanlah pesepeda yang cepat, apalagi profesional. Dari pemilihan lagu perjalanan awal yang penuh semangat, hingga lagu-lagu down-tempo di akhir sebagai penutup (cooling down). Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Van She - So High&lt;br /&gt;2. Jumbonics - Last Nite&lt;br /&gt;3. Dominant Legs - About My Girls&lt;br /&gt;4. Millionyoung - Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;5. The Russian Futurist - One Night, One Kiss&lt;br /&gt;6. Body Language - Holiday&lt;br /&gt;7. New Buffalo - Emotional Champ&lt;br /&gt;8. Gorillaz &amp; Little Dragon - Empire Ants&lt;br /&gt;9. Dj Cam feat Christ James - Swim&lt;br /&gt;10.Bon Iver - Holocene&lt;br /&gt;11.Mayer Hawthorne - Thin Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?v87qc0d778f9gyu"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-63495320718707883?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/63495320718707883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=63495320718707883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/63495320718707883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/63495320718707883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-talk-about-when-i-talk-about.html' title='What I Talk About When I Talk About Amateur Cycling'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL2g4y8bo9w/TxRIWG8tPzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sZiOGfFeDKQ/s72-c/cycling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6800350440187748061</id><published>2011-12-25T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T05:59:19.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>Sun, and The Idea of The Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmMudV_qPtw/Tvcp_aU2nNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV48Cc9dPh0/s1600/aomame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmMudV_qPtw/Tvcp_aU2nNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV48Cc9dPh0/s400/aomame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690062823581195474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkenalkan, saya adalah seorang pemburu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari itu saya menyiapkan tombak dan kail, mencoba peruntungan saya dalam berburu ide. saya berdoa semoga tangkapannya banyak, dan berhasil diolah menjadi santapan yang lezat dan menyehatkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berangkat dini hari, walaupun harus mengantri. kamu tahu, dini hari adalah waktu yang pas untuk berburu ide? mereka, para pemburu ide, walaupun terpisah, namun jiwanya berkumpul, beramai-ramai memancing tanpa pandang bulu, dengan alat apapun. ada yang membawa pedang, senapan, jaring, pistol, hingga sekedar jampi-jampi doa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di tengah kerumunan jiwa para pemburu ide, terlihat sebuah cahaya. saya pergi ke arahnya. silau. pada ujung cahaya tersebut, saya bertemu dengan Haruki Murakami yang sedang bercerita tentang dunia paralelnya, 1Q84. wah. saya sepertinya tiba di ladang ide yang subur, yaitu referensi. saya tengok kanan-kiri, belum ada siapa-siapa. saya merasa menang, karena referensi yang langka dapat mendatangkan ide yang semi-original. bukankah referensi adalah sumber inspirasi? dan inspirasi tersebut akan bertelur, lalu pecahlah ide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kembali ke Haruki Murakami. dia muntah. dari muntahan tersebut keluarlah sebuah cerita 1Q84 nya. sebuah dunia dimana bulan terlihat bukan hanya satu, tapi dua. lalu The Little People. Tengo. Aomame. Fuku-Eri. Air Chrysalis. saya siapkan tombak saya, dan saya tusuk bulan tersebut. yes dapat! now i've got the idea of a moon. dari cerita tentang bulan, lantas saya pulang, dan akhirnya dari penangkapan tersebut keluarlah ide lain, tentang matahari. begitulah proses lahirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya menulis tentang matahari. tulisan tersebut dibuat begitu cepat dan singkat. lalu saya membacanya sekali lagi. bagus sekali. ini dia inspirasi yang telah lahir dari referensi. lalu saya perlihatkan kepada seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;eh dia senyum, bilang tulisan saya lucu. berikut percakapannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: lucu tulisannya&lt;br /&gt;D: hihi&lt;br /&gt;A: kamu kenapa tiba-tiba tulis tentang matahari&lt;br /&gt;D: pas baca murakami ada cerita tentang dunia yang punya dua bulan, aku jadi kepikiran matahari&lt;br /&gt;A: jadi kamu nulis matahari gara-gara murakami?&lt;br /&gt;D: iya&lt;br /&gt;A: .....&lt;br /&gt;D: kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: gimana caranya bisa nulis matahari tanpa baca murakami?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu saya terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu muncul pertanyaan ini: bagaimana caranya menjadi pemburu ide, yang memunculkan inspirasi yang sangat baik tanpa harus selalu melihat referensi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial. saya dibodohi oleh diri sendiri. saya buang tombak dan kail, mencoba untuk tidak berburu lagi, dan menganggap bahwa inspirasi bukanlah suatu hasil dari pancingan, melainkan sesuatu yang seharusnya datang begitu saja, menggelinding dari percakapan sehari-hari, dari pemandangan di depan mata, tersedia tanpa paksaan. mengalir pasti walau perlahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic taken from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/torek/4929216664/lightbox/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6800350440187748061?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6800350440187748061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6800350440187748061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6800350440187748061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6800350440187748061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/12/sun-and-idea-of-moon.html' title='Sun, and The Idea of The Moon.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmMudV_qPtw/Tvcp_aU2nNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV48Cc9dPh0/s72-c/aomame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7575071167056790181</id><published>2011-12-05T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:42:30.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Picture Window</title><content type='html'>"You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard, hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease."&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nick Hornby on Picture Window (A song made by Ben Folds, Lonely Avenue Album 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik ini hujan, lalu saya memutar Picture Window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Avenue adalah album kolaborasi antara Ben Folds (sang pembuat musik sekaligus penyanyi), dimana Nick Hornby berperan sebagai pembuat liriknya. Album ini menjadi salah satu album favorit saya di tahun 2010.  Ide Lonely Avenue diperoleh ketika terjadi percakapan diantara dua orang sahabat pada suatu malam, di tahun 2009. Setelah percakapan malam itu, Hornby mulai sering mengirimkan email berisikan lirik, yang kemudian diteruskan menjadi lagu-lagu yang indah oleh Folds. Perpaduan antara kekuatan masing-masing dari kemampuan mereka menghasilkan lagu-lagu yang menyentil, dari segi musik maupun lirik, dan dengan mudahnya masuk ke dalam telinga, mengendap di benak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada segelintir orang yang mendengarkan lagu hanya sebatas suka dan tidak suka, namun saya juga yakin ada banyak orang, yang sering mengalami hal yang sama seperti saya: terlalu larut dalam sebuah lagu, hingga bisa merasakan bahagia, atau sebaliknya, sedih hanya dengan mendengarkan lagu-lagu tertentu. Mereka yang dikategorikan sebagai music-geek, bahkan mengakui bahwa kepribadian dan pemikiran-pemikiran sehari-hari mereka dipengaruhi oleh lirik dan musik yang biasa mereka konsumsi sehari-hari. Dari merenung setelah bekerja akibat mendengarkan lagu-lagu The Script di perjalanan. Mendadak menangis, akibat mood yang tidak baik, plus stimulasi dari lagu-lagu melankolis dari Bon Iver. Macet yang menjadi tidak membosankan, karena mendengarkan lagu-lagu riang dari Cyndi Seui. Atau jogging yang menjadi tidak melelahkan karena dilakukan sambil mendengarkan lagu-lagu penyemangat dengan beat yang pas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYz-nppXpg0/TtzI_a4mywI/AAAAAAAAATs/wP4Qo0z4h2U/s1600/picture-new-york-city-melancholy-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYz-nppXpg0/TtzI_a4mywI/AAAAAAAAATs/wP4Qo0z4h2U/s400/picture-new-york-city-melancholy-window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682637821708782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang lantas menjadi sangat sentimentil dengan lagu. Bahkan alur emosi tersebut bisa dipermainkan dengan perpindahan lagu yang pas dari sebuah mixtape. Sebuah film bisa dikatakan berhasil jika dibumbui scoring yang pas. Sebuah pesta semakin meriah ketika lagu yang diputar atau dimainkan adalah "lagu kebangsaan" sebagian besar orang. Bahkan momen-momen tidak terlupakan ketika sangat larut (cenderung bahagia sendiri) ketika menyaksikan konser musisi favorit secara live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik yang berbeda, namun masih hujan juga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya, saya mendengarkan Jensen Sportag, "Jareaux" dan tercekat akibat penggalan liriknya: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you&lt;/span&gt;. Kali ini saya mendengarkan "678" yang dibuat oleh &lt;a href="http://edsandi.weebly.com/"&gt;Eds&lt;/a&gt; (A Mixtape inspired by the movie "Melancholia"). Mendengarkan kompilasi ini dengan setting hujan mengantarkan saya pada pertanyaan "Seberapa jauh pengaruh musik dalam kehidupan kita?"  Dan pertanyaan tersebut tampaknya memang tidak dapat dijawab oleh sebagian orang dengan sekedar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jauh banget, bisa sangat terpengaruh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa perlu penjelasan panjang lebar, mereka hanya bisa berharap orang lain mengerti, bahwa hanya dengan mendengarkan sebuah lagu, dengan lirik tertentu, mereka dapat menjadi sangat tersentuh, dan begitu sentimentil, sebegitu sentimentilnya hingga untuk menjelaskannya tidak perlu dengan kata-kata, namun dengan rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by: Jay Lichtman (Melancholy Window)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7575071167056790181?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7575071167056790181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7575071167056790181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7575071167056790181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7575071167056790181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-window.html' title='Picture Window'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYz-nppXpg0/TtzI_a4mywI/AAAAAAAAATs/wP4Qo0z4h2U/s72-c/picture-new-york-city-melancholy-window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7130833980620400927</id><published>2011-11-21T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:08:21.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekedar curhat'/><title type='text'>Hari Ini, Sebuah Ruang Tak Berbatas Itu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Yrb1tPCEI/TsqunXoWRtI/AAAAAAAAATI/hJm8pzM1zKA/s1600/u-e1321847916434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Yrb1tPCEI/TsqunXoWRtI/AAAAAAAAATI/hJm8pzM1zKA/s400/u-e1321847916434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677542271635310290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini sebuah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;diary&lt;/span&gt; ditemukan, dengan tulisannya yang acak-acakan, bercerita tentang romansa di kapal Tampomas. Penemunya lantas ingat, kala itu tulisan dibuat setelah penulisnya menonton film Titanic. Sang penemu (sekaligus penulisnya) menertawakan tulisan lama itu, lalu membandingkan dengan karyanya sekarang. Keduanya sama-sama jauh dari sempurna, namun betapa sebuah perjalanan menuju kemajuan atas sesuatu, walaupun ditempuh dalam jangka waktu yang cukup lama, dapat dilalui tak terasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu tulisan itu lantas membawa saya, penemu sekaligus penulisnya, kepada kenangan atas perjuangan saya dalam dunia tulis menulis. Momen-momen menulis memang seringkali membekas dan menyentil dalam ingatan, menjadi satu parade sentimentil dalam kehidupan. Proses perjalanan untuk terus bermimpi menjadi seorang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;established writer&lt;/span&gt; hingga sekarang terus melaju sebagai sebuah rangkaian cerita. Dulu, secara sukarela saya menulis dengan berdamai tanpa memikirkan masa depan yang dibumbui oleh berbagai tujuan. Seiring berjalannya waktu, motif-motif itu mulai muncul, dari kecemburuan terhadap pengarang buku-buku favorit, pelampiasan terbaik karena mulai merasa tidak berguna akibat salah jurusan, ingin membahagiakan orang tua, sampai akhirnya tujuan tersebut berlabuh pada: pembuktian diri untuk bisa memiliki sesuatu yang bisa dibanggakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa tujuanmu menulis? Apa alasannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBf-IpxG6Tg/TsqvMnHLu9I/AAAAAAAAATg/6JF0wHDHYnE/s1600/game1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBf-IpxG6Tg/TsqvMnHLu9I/AAAAAAAAATg/6JF0wHDHYnE/s400/game1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677542911446334418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, saya mau melupakan alasan-alasan itu. Saya hanya ingin mengenang perasaan yang ditimbulkan ketika sekedar menulis. Sebuah perasaan yang begitu berharga ketika kita bisa ikut tertawa dan menangis, dan sakit hati di dalamnya. Ada masa-masa ketika saya membaca tulisan sendiri lantas merasa itu adalah mahakarya personal, hanya karena apa yang sedang saya rasakan saat itu begitu jujur tertuang dalam tulisan tersebut. Dan ketika suatu hari nanti dibaca kembali, emosi ini masih saja ikut terbawa, bahkan bisa membuat kembali menangis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harus diakui, akhir-akhir ini, saya mulai kehilangan momen berharga tersebut. Alasannya cukup sederhana, karena banyaknya proyek tulisan sampingan. Menulis menjadi sesuatu yang monoton karena ide-ide idealis semakin terkubur, dijadikan prioritas yang entah ke berapa. Saya jadi teringat oleh keputusan seseorang yang dengan berani menghentikan proyek-proyek sampingannya dan berkomitmen untuk menciptakan karya idealisnya saja. Konsistensinya seakan bertanya, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kapan kamu mau melakukan hal yang sama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan semua itu, timbul rasa galau, pikiran-pikiran mulai berkecamuk, memikirkan karya, karya, dan karya. Kerinduan akan menulis dengan penuh emosi dan kembali ke masa primordial begitu melekat kuat, dimana saya bisa berjalan-jalan dan begitu leluasa menjelajahi sebuah ruang tidak berbatas, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt;. Keinginan ini begitu meluap-luap. Berbagai tema mulai meledak-ledak. Bahagia. Sedih. Kehilangan. Ketidak-pastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get out from here. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken from &lt;a href="http://www.loveandlavender.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7130833980620400927?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7130833980620400927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7130833980620400927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7130833980620400927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7130833980620400927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/11/hari-ini-sebuah-ruang-tak-berbatas-itu.html' title='Hari Ini, Sebuah Ruang Tak Berbatas Itu.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Yrb1tPCEI/TsqunXoWRtI/AAAAAAAAATI/hJm8pzM1zKA/s72-c/u-e1321847916434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-751134776536864438</id><published>2011-10-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:12:24.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>Seashore and All That Au Revoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnPXxBxWkBQ/Tq5IZTq21QI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yoxas0wBJ2s/s1600/seashore%2Band%2Ball%2Bthat%2Bau%2Brevoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnPXxBxWkBQ/Tq5IZTq21QI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yoxas0wBJ2s/s400/seashore%2Band%2Ball%2Bthat%2Bau%2Brevoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548580519990530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former lover, a geek, a loner, an escapist being. Or what are you anyway, i don't care. I would like to ask you to breathe, breathe and stop the addiction of our insecurity mundane. We have to go, searching where our home is, though i already know where it is. The sea is beautiful, and so is the tears. Memories struck against the sands, and the reflection of the future is floating away. We'll get better as we see the sunrise, and we'll be healed by the sunset. You're my favorite every now, and then. Wry, witty, and often filled with wonderful details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get ready. Look at the seashore, feel it, and all that au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Poolside - Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;2. Destroyer - Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;3. Correatown - Further&lt;br /&gt;4. L'alphalpha - Flashback&lt;br /&gt;5. Foster the people - Pumped Up Kicks (Chrome Canyon Remix)&lt;br /&gt;6. Jensen Sportag - Jareaux&lt;br /&gt;7. Friendly Fires - Helpless&lt;br /&gt;8. Flat En Une Journee - Au Revoir Simone - The Lucky One (James Yuill Remix)&lt;br /&gt;9. Erot vs. Kings of Convinience - Gold (For The Price of Silver)&lt;br /&gt;10. First Aid Kit - Still on Fire&lt;br /&gt;11. Body language - You Can&lt;br /&gt;12. Coldplay - U.F.O&lt;br /&gt;13. Tahiti 80 - 4 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Chill, Imperfectly Tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;Download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y0vbtid0myrn6gg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-751134776536864438?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/751134776536864438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=751134776536864438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/751134776536864438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/751134776536864438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/10/seashore-and-all-that-au-revoir.html' title='Seashore and All That Au Revoir'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnPXxBxWkBQ/Tq5IZTq21QI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yoxas0wBJ2s/s72-c/seashore%2Band%2Ball%2Bthat%2Bau%2Brevoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1252948336521117323</id><published>2011-09-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T03:29:57.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>Dramatic Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAA4b8A-FnQ/TnsIMKENRGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ozDQ5mHZjAQ/s1600/dramatic%2By.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAA4b8A-FnQ/TnsIMKENRGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ozDQ5mHZjAQ/s400/dramatic%2By.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655122762047243362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my whole data in my old laptop. So I started over, collecting my favorite songs and melodies. Kinda sad, actually. I know, It felt like you lost one of your precious things in your life. I'm not being too much. But losing such a mood booster and references, (plus inspirations) is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on anyway. Let's start over and sharing you a new mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Dramatic Y"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. M83 - Intro (ft Zola Jesus) - M83&lt;br /&gt;2. Pelle G - Childish Delight (Eumig and Chinon Remix) &lt;br /&gt;3. Tim and Jean - Come Around&lt;br /&gt;4. Foster The People - I Would Do Anything For You&lt;br /&gt;5. Active Child - Hanging On&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep ∞ Over - Romantic Stream&lt;br /&gt;7. Lana Del Ray - Video Games&lt;br /&gt;8. Body Language - At A Glance (Toro y Moi remix)&lt;br /&gt;9. Jon Brion - Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;10. Rah Band - Clouds Across The Moon (1985) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?vqkj44pftc9wlvu"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1252948336521117323?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1252948336521117323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1252948336521117323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1252948336521117323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1252948336521117323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/09/dramatic-y.html' title='Dramatic Y'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAA4b8A-FnQ/TnsIMKENRGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ozDQ5mHZjAQ/s72-c/dramatic%2By.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1885215253989648315</id><published>2011-07-01T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:08:54.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TURIYA'/><title type='text'>Turiya (Book Launch) on Fully Booked -Museum of Ourselves Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKk4npXNYwE/Tg167UDnPFI/AAAAAAAAASI/CKpOmpNf-AY/s1600/50x100_landscape_mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKk4npXNYwE/Tg167UDnPFI/AAAAAAAAASI/CKpOmpNf-AY/s400/50x100_landscape_mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624286669070351442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Museum of Ourselves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by Djarum Super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday-Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7-8, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumi Sangkuriang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordia Terrace &amp; Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Kiputih no. 12 Bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Museum of Ourselves’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pada dasarnya membuat buku hampir sama dengan tujuan berdirinya museum, yaitu membekukan sebuah momen, sebuah ide, pengetahuan, atau kisah, agar tercatatkan dan dapat dimaknai lagi oleh orang lain yang membacanya. Oleh sebab itu, tema eksibisi kali ini menyoroti kesempatan yang sesungguhnya dimiliki oleh semua orang untuk membuat museum sendiri, bagi dirinya secara individu maupun secara kolektif bersama dengan komunitasnya, dengan cara membuat buku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Salah satu cara termudah yg kini dapat dilakukan adalah menerbitkannya sendiri tanpa bergantung pada persetujuan banyak pihak. Dengan semakin dekatnya jarak antara konsumen dan produsen (baca:printing company), maka banyak proses yang dahulu mesti dijembatani oleh penerbit dapat dipotong langsung oleh para penulis/penyusun buku. Masyarakat dapat bebas menyampaikan opininya tanpa sensor penerbit, melempar ide, bahkan membuang sampah dalam buku yang mereka terbitkan sendiri. Namun, apa dampaknya terhadap kualitas materi bacaan yang dihasilkan? Apa bedanya buku yang diluncurkan sendiri dengan melalui institusi penerbitan? Bagaimana nasib para penerbit, baik yang besar maupun yang kecil, dengan maraknya fenomena self-publishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Eksibisi “Fully Booked -Museum of Ourselves” ini berusaha untuk merepresentasikan kesempatan setiap individu untuk melahirkan karya reproduski cetak berupa buku, dibalik carut marutnya dunia penerbitan, khususnya penerbit kecil/small presses, yang banyak terombang-ambing karena tarik-menarik antara idealisme dan pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pengunjung di acara ini akan diajak berkenalan dengan bermacam praktisi yang sudah biasa berkecimpung di dunia buku, dan berdiskusi langsung dengan mereka. Bahkan, ada ‘zine cooking demo’ di mana audiens diminta untuk berpartisipasi ‘memasak’ buku, sehingga akan pulang membawa zine buatannya sendiri. Publik tidak dikenakan biaya untuk masuk ke acara ini, namun diminta untuk membawa buku bekas yang kelak akan didonasikan kepada mereka yang lebih membutuhkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zine Cooking: Fully booked #00 Museum Glossary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Photography Showcase: Muhammad Asranur, Andrys Adisyahwarman, Happen Sk8Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Children Books Illustration: Emte, Ykha Amelz, Ella Elviana, EorG, Lidia Puspita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talks: Soeria Disastra, Nareend/Happen Sk8Magazine, Maradilla, Tobucil, Omuniuum, Else-Press, and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Surfboard Shaping: Lucas and Sons Tailormade Surfboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Book Launch "TURIYA" by Maradilla Syachridar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Monologue by Dike Wicaksono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Moderator Theoresia Rumthe &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  And introducing: WELLBORN FOR TURIYA (Turiya's Deluxe Edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (On July 8 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp; Tunes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarasvati • Sir Dandy • Katjie Piering • Anto Arief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egga • Hendra RNRM • Marah • Hazawude • Luks • Marin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ADMISSION FEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONATE BOOKS FOR YOUR TICKETS IN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.C.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop • Gusto • Else-Press • Unkl347 • Lucas and Sons Surfboards • Tobucil • Omuniuum • Happen Sk8Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1885215253989648315?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1885215253989648315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1885215253989648315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1885215253989648315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1885215253989648315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/07/turiya-book-launch-on-fully-booked.html' title='Turiya (Book Launch) on Fully Booked -Museum of Ourselves Event'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKk4npXNYwE/Tg167UDnPFI/AAAAAAAAASI/CKpOmpNf-AY/s72-c/50x100_landscape_mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-971534569635413001</id><published>2011-05-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:03:19.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TURIYA'/><title type='text'>PREORDER #TURIYA !!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi! Kita akan memulai preorder #TURIYA hari ini! Yeaayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pre-order "Turiya" dijual dengan harga Rp.79.000,- (free ongkos kirim untuk wilayah Bandung dan Jabodetabek; untuk wilayah di luar itu dikenai ongkos kirim seharga Rp.5000,-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pre-order "Turiya" hanya tersedia sebanyak 100 eksemplar saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Periode pre-order ini berlangsung antara 10 Mei 2011 - 22 Mei 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Khusus untuk pemesan pre-order akan mendapatkan compliments berupa: free tote bag dengan ilustrasi "Turiya" (by Ykha Amelz) dan signature edition book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Turiya" akan dikirim serentak setelah periode pre-order ini berakhir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARA MEMESAN "Turiya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILAKAN KUNJUNGI &lt;a href="http://elsepress.com/orderform"&gt;INI&lt;/a&gt; atau menghubungi info@elsepress.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tote Bag dengan ilustrasi #TURIYA ini dipersembahkan oleh Wellborn Company dengan kutipan tentang cerita di bagian belakangnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WN4FePyV6WY/TcjZS7aUMMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TVJQBRkib_k/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WN4FePyV6WY/TcjZS7aUMMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TVJQBRkib_k/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604968655471521986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat memesan karya kedua saya! I love you readers :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maradilla Syachridar -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-971534569635413001?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/971534569635413001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=971534569635413001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/971534569635413001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/971534569635413001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/preorder-turiya.html' title='PREORDER #TURIYA !!!!!'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WN4FePyV6WY/TcjZS7aUMMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TVJQBRkib_k/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-683879707184616012</id><published>2011-05-07T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:31:37.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Journey of Solace Serenade</title><content type='html'>Forget it, and you’ll remember.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of chalks to write on that board, but you’ll remember what to bring. What to do. The journey is in front of you, and you won’t treat it like any other trip, because it will feel like an extraordinary trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dripping toughts.&lt;br /&gt;Get out from unnecessary distractions. It is very easy to remain the goals. For the more of walking time, it reminds you to prays of hope and cure of any painfuls. You’re not going to see something, but to receive something. A greater devotion, a distance to get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a hand in the dark, where actually people hold you. &lt;br /&gt;Betrayal, infidelity, and unending heartbreak: Oh, the stories that they could tell. Yet we are afraid and fearless at the same time as babies. We got heart. Yeah we’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a brief moment of sincere and clarity, you knew that staying with me would be more secure than anything the blackness could hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWWPMQFYE7M/TcOkbE7jjWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ME-RquMEhlM/s1600/empire_falls_canker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWWPMQFYE7M/TcOkbE7jjWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ME-RquMEhlM/s400/empire_falls_canker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603503146465987938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin Sister - All around and Away We Go (Teen Daze Remix) &lt;br /&gt;Matt Van Schie - Journey&lt;br /&gt;Toro Y Moi - Before I'm Done&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Moon - Love Me Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Gipsy and The Cat - The Piper's Song (Aeroplane Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir Simone - Backyards&lt;br /&gt;Body Language - Tempoture&lt;br /&gt;Kamp! - Distance of The Modern Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Badly Drawn Boy - Promises (Beyond The Wizards Sleeve Reanimation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover: Jeff Pitcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?82h0zhvxch8jg5h"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-683879707184616012?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/683879707184616012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=683879707184616012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/683879707184616012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/683879707184616012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/journey-of-solace-serenade.html' title='A Journey of Solace Serenade'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWWPMQFYE7M/TcOkbE7jjWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ME-RquMEhlM/s72-c/empire_falls_canker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7910524362221010229</id><published>2011-04-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:45:13.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TURIYA'/><title type='text'>My Second Book: TURIYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJOG_3TFBMc/Ta6EkJPRO0I/AAAAAAAAARs/5CxAjfcWeDk/s1600/200465_201126103242553_201125776575919_649115_3376051_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJOG_3TFBMc/Ta6EkJPRO0I/AAAAAAAAARs/5CxAjfcWeDk/s400/200465_201126103242553_201125776575919_649115_3376051_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597557143358225218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millo, mungkin dalam dunia nyata aku selalu menganggapmu Pinot Noir. Namun di&lt;br /&gt;Absurd Paradiso, bukankah kita sepasang Cabernet Sauvignon dan Merlot? Cabernet is the new Pinot Noir. Dan King, dalam dunia nyata, akan selalu menjadi Cabernet. Sedangkan aku tidak akan pernah menjadi Merlot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu sebut ini apa? Bantu aku, Millo. Ketika kucoba menanggalkan sebuah rasa yang kian tumbuh ini, berkali-kali kamu justru semakin meyakinkanku. Marstonm menjadi kota yang begitu membosankan dan kamu tampak semakin menggoda. Absurd Paradiso berhasil menguasai mereka yang dilanda wabah penasaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millo, Dwayne, King. Seorang pelukis mimpi, mahasiswi filsafat pecinta jendela dan pemilik perkebunan wine yang kerap menyimpan harapan. Sebuah hubungan persahabatan yang rumit di antara mereka telah terjalin dan harus dihadapkan pada sebuah kenyataan: cinta yang terselubung. Bukan salah siapa-siapa, bukan kemauan siapa-siapa. Keadaanlah yang memungkinkannya. Tapi siapa sangka, akibat dari perasaan-perasaan yang terus dipendam, telah lahir hubungan percintaan antara Dwayne dan Millo yang hanya bisa terjalin lewat dunia mimpi. Dan dari setiap pertemuan di dunia alam bawah sadar itu, sebuah lukisan diciptakan untuk menjadi bukti pengingat. Bahwa setiap mimpi harus direkam. Setiap kenangan harus diabadikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Turiya” bercerita tentang sebuah penggalan perjalanan hidup, sebuah fase menyenangkan sekaligus menyedihkan yang harus dilewati oleh Millo, Dwayne, dan King bersama-sama. Membaca kisah ini, pada akhirnya akan menghadapkan kita pada sebuah pertanyaan sederhana, “Pernahkah kita mengalami kebahagiaan semu?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika seseorang dilahirkan ke dunia dengan bakat tertentu, maka rasa syukur yang terbaik kepada Tuhannya adalah dengan mengembangkan bakat tersebut dengan sepenuh hati. Ketika membaca karya ini, saya kagum oleh bakat dan sentuhan artistik yang diberikan oleh ananda Maradilla. Saya baca, maka saya rasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nyoman Nuarta, seniman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info terbaru: Turiya akan diperkenalkan pertama kali di Brightspot Market, tanggal 28 April - 1 Mei 2011 . Lokasi: Pasific Place, Jakarta. Akan dijual dengan jumlah yang sangat terbatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7910524362221010229?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7910524362221010229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7910524362221010229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7910524362221010229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7910524362221010229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-second-book-turiya.html' title='My Second Book: TURIYA'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJOG_3TFBMc/Ta6EkJPRO0I/AAAAAAAAARs/5CxAjfcWeDk/s72-c/200465_201126103242553_201125776575919_649115_3376051_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7094557152348082556</id><published>2011-04-14T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:48:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam: Rosihan Anwar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjCqqFLANHU/TaajVGpXv7I/AAAAAAAAARk/uDmB5T6a9BE/s1600/rosihan-anwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjCqqFLANHU/TaajVGpXv7I/AAAAAAAAARk/uDmB5T6a9BE/s400/rosihan-anwar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595339170011135922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seperti satu istilah yang kerapkali  Rosihan tujukan kepada para anggota DPR dan elite politik: Golddiggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergelut dengan tugas akhir saya yang membahas tentang kebebasan pers, mau tidak mau membuat saya harus mempelajari dan mendalami lebih khusus lagi tentang hukum media dan penegakkannya. Kebebasan para jurnalis, apalagi di era media sosial yang semakin berjaya ini memang seperti pisau bermata dua: di satu sisi dapat menjadi kebenaran, tapi bisa juga menjadi "seolah-olah" kebenaran. Padahal, kalau kita melihat masa lalu, terkadang penegakkan kebenaran dapat menjadi sesuatu hal yang langka, karena seringkali harus dibungkam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harus diakui memang, dengan keterbatasan dan berbagai rintangan pada jamannya, para jurnalis senior, entah itu dari rezim orde lama, orde baru, atau bahkan rezim-rezim sebelumnya memiliki ketangguhan yang tidak dapat dibandingkan dengan jurnalis masa kini. Maka, ketika satu tokoh dari dunia jurnalisme telah pergi, siapa yang tidak kehilangan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa cinta saya terhadap Rosihan Anwar sebanding dengan Pramoedya Ananta Toer.  Alasannya juga cukup sederhana, tulisan mereka selalu berhasil membuat saya tercekat, seperti berikut puisi karya Rosihan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SAYA TIDAK MALU JADI ORANG INDONESIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Catatlah, Bung Karno menciptakan keamanan dan persatuan bangsa &lt;br /&gt;Pak Harto menciptakan kemakmuran bangsa dan keluarganya &lt;br /&gt;Habibie menciptakan demonstrasi &lt;br /&gt;Gus Dur menciptakan partai kebangkitan bangsa &lt;br /&gt;Megawati menciptakan kenaikan-kenaikan harga' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Akan tetapi drakula-drakula Indonesia tetap perkasa &lt;br /&gt;Beroperasi 24 jam, ya malam ya siang mencari korban &lt;br /&gt;Sehingga sia-sialah aksi melawan korupsi membasmi drakula &lt;br /&gt;Yang telah merasuki rongga dan jiwa aparat negara &lt;br /&gt;Yang membuat media memberitakan &lt;br /&gt;Akibat bisnis keluarga pejabat, Tutut-Tutut baru bermunculan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aku orang terpasung dalam terungku kaum penjarah harta negara &lt;br /&gt;Akan aneh bila berkata aku malu jadi orang Indonesia &lt;br /&gt;Sorry ya, Aku tidak malu jadi orang Indonesia &lt;br /&gt;Kuhibur diri dengan sajakku magnus opus karya sang Empu &lt;br /&gt;Sajak pendek yang berbunyi: &lt;br /&gt;Katakan beta &lt;br /&gt;Manatah batas &lt;br /&gt;Antar gila Dengan waras &lt;br /&gt;Sorry ya, inilah puisiku melawan korupsi &lt;br /&gt;Siapa takut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Dibacakan pada acara Deklamasi Puisi di Gedung Da'wah Muhammadiyah di &lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, 31 Desember 2004. Juga dibacakan dalam acara pertemuan &lt;br /&gt;keluarga wartawan senior di rumah penulis pada tanggal 9 Januari 2005, &lt;br /&gt;di Jakarta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cuma terhadap karyanya, namun juga salah satu kekaguman saya terhadap Rosihan Anwar adalah mengenai kebiasaannya yang rajin memberi tanda berupa kartu-kartu kuning pada setiap buku yang ia baca, yang membuat beliau seperti ensiklopedia berjalan dan tahu persis siapa yang diceritakannya ketika ia membuat tulisan tentang obituary seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seiring dengan berita duka Rosihan Anwar yang telah pergi, saya lantas membaca timeline &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gm_gm"&gt;Goenawan Mohamad&lt;/a&gt; yang membuat obituary tentang beliau. Dengan begitu, saya rasa, satu pertanyaannya ketika masa hidupnya telah terjawab. Rosihan Anwar, sang wartawan spesialis pembuat tulisan obituary, pernah bertanya, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kalau saya terbiasa membuat tulisan ‘In Memoriam’, nanti ketika saya meninggal, siapa ya yang buat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti banyak Pak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan Rosihan Anwar: jurnalis, sastrawan, budayawan, putra bangsa Indonesia. Namamu akan selalu dikenang.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar saya ambil dari &lt;a href="http://anugerahadiwarta.org/aas-sebelumnya/aas-2009/dewan-juri-2009/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7094557152348082556?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7094557152348082556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7094557152348082556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7094557152348082556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7094557152348082556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-memoriam-rosihan-anwar.html' title='In Memoriam: Rosihan Anwar'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjCqqFLANHU/TaajVGpXv7I/AAAAAAAAARk/uDmB5T6a9BE/s72-c/rosihan-anwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5794527364491956460</id><published>2011-03-28T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:24:36.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Jenius</title><content type='html'>Pintu tertutup rapat, cahaya bersembunyi. Saya menyibakkan tirai, dan tidak ada tanda kehidupan. Seharusnya kakek saya ada disini, tapi mana? Yang ada hanyalah foto nenek yang sedang tertawa. Sementara saya sedikit termenung dengan styrofoam yang masih tergantung di dekat white board, bertuliskan Turut Berduka Cita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatan ini lantas tersendat. Saya lupa kapan nenek saya meninggalkan dunia ini. Pikiran ini akhirnya membawa saya pada kenangan atas kakak saya yang menikah. Nenek saya, meninggal tepat sehari setelah kakak saya menikah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejenak saya nyalakan lampu putih. Temaram yang menguning lantas sirna. Kamar kakek tampak baik-baik saja, tidak ada yang berantakan atau berubah. Sisi kewanitaannya masih ada. Tissue yang tersedia, selimut yang terlipat rapi. Yang hilang hanyalah kursi dengan roda, dan besi-besi penyangga tubuh yang biasanya digunakkan nenek. Rumah tetap apik. Anak cucu tidak mungkin membiarkan kakek merawat dirinya seorang diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampu dimatikan, kamar kembali ditutup rapat. Duduk di sofa, kemudian saya menangis. Rindu ini datang juga. Koin-koin yang ditumpuk secara bersusun, yang biasa diperuntukkan untuk para pengamen sudah tidak ada. Cheese cake yang selalu nenek tagih setiap ulang tahun ini saya bawa, namun memang hanya kakek saya yang akan memakannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu jiwa pergi. Membuat benda-benda yang biasa disentuhnya mulai kehilangan nyawanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakek tidak ada. Mungkin pergi jalan-jalan. Seakan dia memberi saya ruang untuk melepas rindu pada wanita yang selalu bilang pada dirinya sendiri, “Nenekmuu....jenius!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbG1mdK5Puw/TZFNAsFUATI/AAAAAAAAARc/X-tcR4oDmYw/s1600/IMG01312-20110328-1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbG1mdK5Puw/TZFNAsFUATI/AAAAAAAAARc/X-tcR4oDmYw/s400/IMG01312-20110328-1409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589333286772277554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5794527364491956460?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5794527364491956460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5794527364491956460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5794527364491956460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5794527364491956460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/rumah-jenius.html' title='Rumah Jenius'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbG1mdK5Puw/TZFNAsFUATI/AAAAAAAAARc/X-tcR4oDmYw/s72-c/IMG01312-20110328-1409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5531724779691820961</id><published>2011-03-01T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:34:38.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>High and Mixed Up of An Outlandish Lust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIcHtPtC2hI/TW3e0if8x0I/AAAAAAAAARU/ho_jh-AEBWU/s1600/lomo22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIcHtPtC2hI/TW3e0if8x0I/AAAAAAAAARU/ho_jh-AEBWU/s400/lomo22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579360507577288514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High. Mixed up. Outlandish. Lust. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Pit - Little Secret (penguin prison remix)&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix - Rome (Neighbourd with Devendra Banhart Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Ellie Goulding - Your Song (Blackmill Dubstep Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Homogenic - Something I Can't Hide (Space and Missile Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Body Language - At A Glance (Toro y Moi Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Cornellius - Drop (Kings of Convinience Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Erik Hassle - Hurtful (Penguin Prison Remix) &lt;br /&gt;White Hinterland - No Logic (Alan Wilkis Remix) &lt;br /&gt;Olivia Newton John - Physical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?p07rwtmq7lpejz9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5531724779691820961?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5531724779691820961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5531724779691820961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5531724779691820961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5531724779691820961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/high-and-mixed-up-of-outlandish-lust.html' title='High and Mixed Up of An Outlandish Lust.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIcHtPtC2hI/TW3e0if8x0I/AAAAAAAAARU/ho_jh-AEBWU/s72-c/lomo22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2694748108437027553</id><published>2011-01-20T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:38:23.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><title type='text'>So you called it "Fake Realism"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AmjHwII/AAAAAAAAARA/AeAHCnj8Aqk/s1600/raja%2Bampat%2Bwelley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AmjHwII/AAAAAAAAARA/AeAHCnj8Aqk/s400/raja%2Bampat%2Bwelley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564195150940848258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AX68S1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0uPUGh7AUnY/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AX68S1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0uPUGh7AUnY/s400/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564195147014228818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AJ2fxzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MGm3uixMQfI/s1600/down%2Bthe%2Bocean.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AJ2fxzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MGm3uixMQfI/s400/down%2Bthe%2Bocean.jpg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564195143237486386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf9_zlX2QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kJTsgG1dyac/s1600/down%2Bthe%2Bocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf9_zlX2QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kJTsgG1dyac/s400/down%2Bthe%2Bocean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564195137260083458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf9_z1XKwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IdEuXxhRE3E/s1600/anak%2Bpapua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf9_z1XKwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IdEuXxhRE3E/s400/anak%2Bpapua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564195137327147778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The beautiful pics captured by Willy Irawan when he was travelling to Raja Ampat - Papua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask why and how on earth this person write this. just read. and hopefully you'll think what's next for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...I'm from Indonesian just like Rarindra. And come along with that, I hope my comment could add new perspective about what Rarindra intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia is huge. Even me (who have travelled arround 20 islands or more-yes islands) still felt unfamiliar with this part of the globe. Some part of our country were expansive, with jungles and sheer tall mountain, panoramic view and its sturdy silent people. But some part were dark, full of garbage, smoke and noisy people get killed. Those two world in one country were not mixed together. They were seperated. And when they were seperated, it's nearly impossible to have a clear focus on your eyes to capture Rarindra intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak the truth. In Indonesia, Me and my generation hold a great dissapointment in goverment-that act like a thieve. One thieve goes down but another thieve elected. They were people that have most responsible on what Johathan McIntosh capture in Jakarta. Poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people get permission to exploit our country (and its you who live in "the west") from the thieves. There some part of our country that remains the same. Freeze by the time. Those part are part that I told you before. Expansive, with jungle and sheer mountain, sea, panoramic view and sturdy people. In this part of Indonesia, people are not concerned with computer, Mother Theresa, celluler phone or striptease. And as you can see in Rarindra portofolio. They were happy. That's not myth happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my generation still struggle to fix poverty in this country. But hence..there's a lot of time when we were felt very sad about what happened in our country. Mad And loose the spirit to change the way our goverment rule. Tired on corruption and lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that times come, looking in some Rarindra's photograph give us good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Rarindra may dont have any clue about what he has done. I think he's just want to make a beatifull portrait of Indonesia and represent it in dreamy way. The reality sure is not good as the photo. But looking at his portofolio give me sense of pride. We love this country. And will do something to make it remain loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it third world fake realism. But for me it worth something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- friends, i have to repost this, it's written by Ganis Angger Atmawarin. it's a beautiful posting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2694748108437027553?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2694748108437027553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2694748108437027553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2694748108437027553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2694748108437027553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-you-called-it-fake-realism.html' title='So you called it &quot;Fake Realism&quot;'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTf-AmjHwII/AAAAAAAAARA/AeAHCnj8Aqk/s72-c/raja%2Bampat%2Bwelley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-9212915389631986395</id><published>2011-01-19T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:38:53.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><title type='text'>The Route of 88</title><content type='html'>seberapa jauh jarak antara rumah anda dan pacar anda? &lt;br /&gt;hehehe. mungkin ketika membaca judul playlist ini ada yang langsung bisa menebak, "ooh maksudnya rute ke lembang 88" atau mungkin heran karena lagu-lagu yang ada di playlist ini tidak serupa dengan lagu Nat King Cole "Route 66". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya sederhana saja. karena jarak rumah saya dan rumah pacar lumayan jauh, dari antapani ke lembang 88, mungkin sekitar 35 km lebih (yang menurut saya itu "lumayan" jauh), tentunya lagu yang saya habiskan tidak mungkin hanya satu-dua atau tiga lagu saja. ditambah kemacetan, melewati jalan yang meliuk-liuk karena rumahnya yang ada di daerah gunung (hehehe) membuat saya terbiasa mendengarkan satu rangkaian playlist, dan inilah dia. "The Route of 88", berisikan lagu-lagu yang akhir-akhir sedang saya dengar. ada lagu lama, lagu baru, atau lagu yang saya sendiri tidak tahu umur rilisnya berapa. semoga bisa berbagi imajinasi dalam sebuah perjalanan yang sudah menjadi ritual (hampir) sehari-hari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTfha6WOP2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/68MTrJ3rciI/s1600/the%2Broute%2Bof%2B88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTfha6WOP2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/68MTrJ3rciI/s400/the%2Broute%2Bof%2B88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564163717094850402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Memory Tapes - Run Out&lt;br /&gt;2. JJ - Kill you&lt;br /&gt;3. Starfucker - Reptilians&lt;br /&gt;4. PNAU - Baby (Breakbot remix)&lt;br /&gt;5. Futurecop!- Dreams&lt;br /&gt;6. MGMT - Electric Feels&lt;br /&gt;7. Washed Out - Feel It All Around (Toro Y Moi remix)&lt;br /&gt;8. Neon Indian - Mind, Drips (Bibio remix)&lt;br /&gt;9. Cut copy - Take Me Over&lt;br /&gt;10.Working For a Nuclear Free City - B.A.R.R.Y &lt;br /&gt;11.Toro Y Moi - You Hid (Studio Session)&lt;br /&gt;12.White Hinterland - Icarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?x58g147nqboyibd"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;.......i believe that when you're making a mix, you're making history. you ransack the vaults, you haul off the junk you can carry, and you rewire all your ill-gotten loot into something new. you go through an artist's entire career, zero in on that moment that makes you jump and dance and smoke bats and bite the head off drugs. and that you play that moment over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mixtape steals these moment from all over musical cosmos, and splices them into a whole new groove....&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rob Sheffield&lt;/span&gt;, "Love Is A Mixtape".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-9212915389631986395?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9212915389631986395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=9212915389631986395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9212915389631986395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9212915389631986395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/route-of-88.html' title='The Route of 88'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TTfha6WOP2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/68MTrJ3rciI/s72-c/the%2Broute%2Bof%2B88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5694910094589220853</id><published>2011-01-03T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:04:16.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>Play With Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TSHZHHGjPeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gYYu1jK9diE/s1600/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TSHZHHGjPeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gYYu1jK9diE/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557962131340738018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRROOOAAAAARRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep your anger, show it. Or without any reason maybe you just wanna bring that on. Hold your breath, hold it. Hold it before you jump, run and finally shout! Prepare to clap your hand. Scream. Or hell yeah, just be free. And savage. Rrrrooaarrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Animal Collective - My girls&lt;br /&gt;2. The Delays - Valentine&lt;br /&gt;3. The Faint - Desperate guy&lt;br /&gt;4. Delphic - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;5. Chromeo - Night by night&lt;br /&gt;6. Friendly Fires - Paris&lt;br /&gt;7. Robots in Disguise - Argument&lt;br /&gt;8. M83 - Don't Save Us From The Flames&lt;br /&gt;9. Steve Vai (feat the kiddo) - Ya Yo Gakk&lt;br /&gt;10. Midlake - Roscoe (Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve Roscoe)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?j67g2m6jv8j6q37"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TSHaNCchKOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AnK3Bqzpakg/s1600/rain-love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TSHaNCchKOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AnK3Bqzpakg/s400/rain-love2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557963332681541858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the ideal relationship where everything doesn't always has to be perfect, so several songs in this mixtape is not always talking about happiness and lust, but also fear and hurt. Yes, that's the beauty of relationship. From butterfly in your stomach until you see something deeper and finally you reach a point when you are getting somewhere not nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nouvelle Vague- Heaven (Originally by psychedelic fur) &lt;br /&gt;2. Mayer Hawthorne - Maybe So, Maybe No&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiger Baby - Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;4. Fra Lippo Lippi - Angel&lt;br /&gt;5. Gene - You&lt;br /&gt;6. Ben Folds And Nick Hornby - Picture Window&lt;br /&gt;7. The Changes - In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;8. Wendy And Bonnie - I realized You&lt;br /&gt;9. Mocca - Hyperballad &lt;br /&gt;10. The Spinners - I'll be Around&lt;br /&gt;11. The Bird And The Bee - Private Eyes&lt;br /&gt;12. Telepopmusik - Don't look back (Featuring Angela MC Cluskey)&lt;br /&gt;13. Club 8 - Stay By My Side&lt;br /&gt;14. Saint Etienne - Madeleine&lt;br /&gt;15. Judee Sill - The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?h7mlgz077fdf05e"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Darling, choose it for me. Tell me which mixtape do you like better, will you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5694910094589220853?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5694910094589220853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5694910094589220853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5694910094589220853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5694910094589220853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/play-with-two.html' title='Play With Two'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TSHZHHGjPeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gYYu1jK9diE/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-304309981417436967</id><published>2010-12-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T05:37:22.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perenungan'/><title type='text'>the stereotype</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TRwrSTe2mKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-zltEp5kriw/s1600/6a00d83451646969e200e54f74d0a38833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TRwrSTe2mKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-zltEp5kriw/s400/6a00d83451646969e200e54f74d0a38833-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556363633735669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hari itu, saya berada dalam sebuah perjalanan bersama seorang pria yang sudah saya anggap sebagai kakak saya sendiri. Dan perbincangan 30 menit itu menghasilkan banyak sekali kesimpulan dan pemikiran-pemikiran yang akan selalu saya kantungi dan saya simpan baik-baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrolan itu menyangkut seputaran perbedaan antara wanita dan pria. Kening saya beberapa kali berkerut mendengar pendapatnya. Berawal dari perbincangan ringan, kami akhirnya tiba dalam sebuah kesimpulan mendasar yang dikemukakan oleh kakak saya ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....yah...orang kaya gitu sih ya berarti emang ya stereotype aja di. mau gak mau kita harus mengakui bahwa cowo tipikal rata-rata memang seperti itu. gua rasa sih, ketika cowo udah masuk tahap dimana dia sudah nyaman, dia akan selalu mencari "celah" untuk tetap berpetualang, sekecil apapun celah itu. dan kadang, cowo pada akhirnya juga jadinya kelakuannya kaya anak kecil, mentingin ego karena udah ngerasa aman....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas saya berpikir, apakah saya dan wanita yang lain, harus memaklumi pria tipikal seperti itu? saya sempat berpikir, toh wanita juga tidak ada bedanya. hanya saja, disini hukum alamlah yang berlaku. pria memberi umpan, wanita memakan umpan itu. coba kalau tidak ada pemancing, mungkin ikan juga tidak akan gelisah. yang ada hanya damai dan bertahan hidup dengan caranya sendiri. dan ada beberapa hal yang sebenarnya membuat wanita "seakan" mampu untuk lebih berkomitmen dari pria. bahwa wanita dan pria sama-sama mengakui, wanita adalah makhluk yang dianugerahi dengan perasaan yang lebih kompleks. sensitifitasnya tinggi. untuk itu, mereka harus terus-menerus belajar membawa perasaan mereka dan lebih tahan banting, mampu menutup mata terhadap hal-hal yang sudah diluar batas komitmen dan mau tidak mau pula, wanita harus mau mengalami tempaan yang lebih kuat. wanita 24 tahun lebih berpikir kedepan daripada pria 24 tahun. makanya, banyak yg bilang, idealnya untuk mencari pasangan, wanita sebaiknya lebih muda dari pria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai saat ini, walaupun saya terus berusaha untuk mengerti dan memberikan kelonggaran atas sikap dan sifat natural seorang pria, saya benci sekali ketika seorang pria memberikan kalimat excuse atas sebuah tindakan yang ia lakukan, apalagi ketika ia (secara langsung atau tidak langsung) menyakiti wanita, lalu dia berkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, what can i say, i'm just being a guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. kok seakan-akan untuk menjaga harga diri dan orisinalitas, produk ciptaan Tuhan yang satu ini harus berada dalam sebuah hubungan simbiosis parasitisme. tapi pada intinya sih, saya yakin masih banyak kok pria di dunia ini yang termasuk dalam kategori "bukan tipikal", karena wanita pun demikian, banyak sekali kekurangan-kekurangan tipikalnya dengan versi yang berbeda. tapi, sebenarnya, yang dibutuhkan hanyalah: saling mengisi, mengerti, menghargai, dan selalu berusaha untuk tidak menyakiti. dan ketika itu terjadi, maka semua hal yang kompleks, bahkan hal tersensitif sekalipun, dapat menjadi sederhana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-304309981417436967?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/304309981417436967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=304309981417436967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/304309981417436967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/304309981417436967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/stereotype.html' title='the stereotype'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TRwrSTe2mKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-zltEp5kriw/s72-c/6a00d83451646969e200e54f74d0a38833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2116999347024729340</id><published>2010-12-09T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:35:01.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>Guffaw Mi Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TQDnzHZSitI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L0Cmy-KPATU/s1600/guffaw%2Bmi%2Bhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TQDnzHZSitI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L0Cmy-KPATU/s400/guffaw%2Bmi%2Bhead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689606264916690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Guffaw Mi Head”&lt;br /&gt;-----the melodies that makes you go smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that smiling over a moment when your ears meet your favorite song is becoming something that usual in our life, I dedicate this mixtape for those people who always being happy from only just nodding their head, dancing a little bit, until sing along then feel much better since their mood is boosted by certain melodies. Of course you can hear it everywhere. Bedroom, office, on your car, anywhere. Let’s reveal your spasmodic sounds, and be thankful for a any reason on why you smile, or giggle at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Go out and love someone" - Pogo&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Hide me" - Granddadbob&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Heaven's on fire" - The Radio Dept&lt;br /&gt;4.  "My name is DOS" - Cyndi Seui&lt;br /&gt;5.  "On a string" - The Changes&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Time card" - Tigercity&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Since I left you" - The Avalanches&lt;br /&gt;8.  "Miss it so much" - Röyksopp feat. Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Screw me up and throw away" - First Aid Kit&lt;br /&gt;10. "Songbird" - Tristan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/lq17d9tarb7ynmy/guffaw%20mi%20head.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. untuk kali ini mixtapenya dihadiahkan khususnya buat teman-teman hackerspace dan skypeunite yang lagi keranjingan siaran streaming :)))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Maradilla Syachridar -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2116999347024729340?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2116999347024729340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2116999347024729340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2116999347024729340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2116999347024729340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/guffaw-mi-head.html' title='Guffaw Mi Head'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TQDnzHZSitI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L0Cmy-KPATU/s72-c/guffaw%2Bmi%2Bhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-9169815371393500595</id><published>2010-12-05T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:41:47.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Stepping Stones</title><content type='html'>Please don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all you have to do is just passing another stepping stone. Another change in your life, where change is a choice and inevitable. You realized, that you’re powerless to change certain situations and cirsumstances. It's alright, my dear, you can do something within the context of time, the attempt to encapsulate, still capturing moments and make them real, make them count and not allowing them to become some hazy blur of color, perhaps artistically beautiful yet remain undefined and muted nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, "that person" are probably something or someone who’ll make you see the moments that are spectacular and alive and not as something transitory and vanishing. Something instance that’ll teach us that letting go of the past is not a sign of helplessness or inability but a mark of courage and our capacity to hope and have faith. And your start-over maybe is a new change. But you see, start over sometimes become the most difficult thing to do be it with love, friendship, work, everything, since you hurt once, the middle is where the heart of it all lies, and who knows when you fail again, ending is the most bitter without the sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that leads you : start over is a massive stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize what this and that really means? when do you start to be satisfied with who you are and what you have? when do you start to end this searching for where to start? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TPt6SPpOBsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wKhDliPxNFI/s1600/start%2Bover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TPt6SPpOBsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wKhDliPxNFI/s400/start%2Bover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547161819892549314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-9169815371393500595?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9169815371393500595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=9169815371393500595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9169815371393500595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9169815371393500595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/stepping-stones.html' title='Stepping Stones'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TPt6SPpOBsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wKhDliPxNFI/s72-c/start%2Bover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-4681186384932162123</id><published>2010-11-12T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:55:27.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Greener Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TN4oFtrUnsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/07I-2QozzfI/s1600/wp_Sky_From_Grass_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TN4oFtrUnsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/07I-2QozzfI/s400/wp_Sky_From_Grass_1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538908670338047682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just five steps to go and you can see a different view. still you keep yourself you've got no power to cross the distance. You do your lawn with your own way. Independent, though you need help. Maybe a help from your neighbour to make it beautiful, to make the dewdrops worth because of its existence. You know, it's okay when you found out that your garden was a mess and you knocked your neighbour's door and asking for a help, a companion. Then you crossed the distance, the boundaries, and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask your neighbour, how come a neighbour's grass is always greener? and you suddenly breathless, getting more realized, that for a greener grass, you have to make it work. And if you love someone else's lawn, why don't you ask that someone to make it contagious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, the old saying that beauty is an all-pervading presence. Your world, with every other's invasion, to whatever comes, then comes. See the beauty of allowing the flow takes you. Let your neighbour help you to make your grass greener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-4681186384932162123?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4681186384932162123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=4681186384932162123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4681186384932162123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4681186384932162123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/greener-grass.html' title='Greener Grass'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TN4oFtrUnsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/07I-2QozzfI/s72-c/wp_Sky_From_Grass_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1505195718363599133</id><published>2010-10-21T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:14:07.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sebuah ucapan'/><title type='text'>Di Balik Canting Ada Cerita</title><content type='html'>Sehelai kain katun, bukan mori, terbentang.&lt;br /&gt;Dia, entah wanita, atau pria. Dia berharap, kain katun ini akan menjadi pakaian yang berguna, pakaian yang ikut merasakan kebahagiaan dunia yang menyaksikan keindahannya. Dengan ucapan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;basmallah&lt;/span&gt;, dia mulai menggambar sketsa dengan pensil. Gambar itu keluar dari otak kanannya, dari pemikiran-pemikirannya yang imajistik. Tak lama kemudian, keningnya berkerut memandangi coretan kasar itu, dan kerutan itu perlahan memudar. Puas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati-hati, dia mulai meraih canting, mulai menorehkan cairan malam. Atau sesekali dengan warna, yang melalui canting itu dia timpa secara teliti, tulus. Tidak ada motif yang terulang, seperti sebuah kesalahan dalam hidup, yang sebaiknya memang tidak diulang-ulang. Kombinasi warna yang ia torehkan diambil dari pengalaman hidupnya yang kaya, agar nanti, yang memakainya dapat mengalami banyak peristiwa kebahagiaan, sama sepertinya. Apakah harus selalu bahagia? Tentu saja, setiap kehidupan, seseorang bisa menjadi kuat setelah mengalami hambatan. Rintangan. Kesedihan. Kali ini, biarlah. Biarlah hambatan-hambatan itu menjadi warna dasar yang gelap, menjadi fondasi, agar bisa tertutupi oleh warna-warna penghiburan. Beberapa waktu setelahnya, ia mulai melanjutkan pewarnaan, lorot malam, bilas soda, jemur, setrika. Segera setelah semuanya selesai, ia beristirahat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, jadilah kain itu. Keringat dan usahanya tidak sia-sia. Walaupun dia tidak tahu, akan dibeli dengan harga berapa ketika kain itu menjadi sebuah pakaian, namun dia cukup puas. Keyakinannya kuat, sang pemakai akan bangga mengenakan kain ini. Pesta pernikahan, acara resmi, apapun. Dalam benaknya, semua telah terbayarkan, melalui imajinasi yang menari-nari di pikirannya: senyum senang yang dipantulkan dari cermin, yang timbul dari bayangan seseorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia teringat pesan ayahnya, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;batik tulis nak. Bukan printing, bukan cap. Khusus untukmu, hargai bakatmu melalui canting-canting yang aku wariskan ini. Biarkan jemarimu berkarya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari itu, setelah kain menjelma menjadi sebuah pakaian, seorang wanita jatuh cinta padanya, membayangkan penciptanya yang bergelut dengan proses, sebuah perjalanan. Batik itu digenggamnya, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;terima kasih. Kukira, ada seseorang yang cocok mengenakannya.&lt;/span&gt; Batik itu akhirnya dia bawa pulang, dia kemas, dan dibayangkannya sebuah kalimat meluncur dari mulutnya ketika wanita itu memberikannya, pada tanggal 22 oktober, kepada seseorang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat ulang tahun, Willy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TMAzZK_pBnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QVKt-sikUgE/s1600/batik+tulis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TMAzZK_pBnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QVKt-sikUgE/s400/batik+tulis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530476849951999602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1505195718363599133?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1505195718363599133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1505195718363599133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1505195718363599133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1505195718363599133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/di-balik-canting-ada-cerita.html' title='Di Balik Canting Ada Cerita'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TMAzZK_pBnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QVKt-sikUgE/s72-c/batik+tulis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-4885932722570681640</id><published>2010-09-02T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:56:22.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Melosa.</title><content type='html'>Imagine you as a melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the tune that played, either in our mind, or around us, through all of our biggest lovelife moments. The first kiss. The first experience of lovemaking. The first great heartbreak. However, you have been so a part of me that I can recall the music that played around me, or in me, at most of my smaller moments as well. The first cup of coffee I ever drank. The first day of a new job. The first song I ever put on a cell phone. Yes, it may seem strange, but I am that musically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe, as I never used to, that soulmates do exist. That there is one person in all the world that can bring about ultimate fulfillment, boundless love, and perfect completeness in your life. And finding you, i always keep up the trust, it won't be hard, because i always see that you are my perfect melody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TIBVpl76SsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HF-CIfcTFgI/s1600/loves-melody-niki-sands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TIBVpl76SsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HF-CIfcTFgI/s400/loves-melody-niki-sands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512500116947880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting: Niki Sands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-4885932722570681640?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4885932722570681640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=4885932722570681640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4885932722570681640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4885932722570681640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/melosa.html' title='Melosa.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TIBVpl76SsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HF-CIfcTFgI/s72-c/loves-melody-niki-sands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2413223993800671025</id><published>2010-08-31T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:10:07.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>A Letter To Snob</title><content type='html'>Dear snob, &lt;br /&gt;saya datang sebagai pembawa pesan dari seorang wanita. &lt;br /&gt;Wanita itu tidak peduli jika kamu adalah penggemar jokes Sarah Silverman. Ia ingin meminta maaf (walaupun terpaksa dengan cara yang angkuh) jika ia sering menutup telinga ketika kamu menjejalinya dengan pengetahuan film-film bergenre noir dan french new wave. Dapatkah kamu melihat wanita itu meringis dengan terpaksa ketika kamu menunjukkan koleksi piringan hitam atau komik-komikmu yang rare? Wanita itu juga bertanya padaku, perlukah kamu mengumbar pemikiran pintarmu yang terlalu radikal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TH0DsNllfXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WMc_fHQdfeI/s1600/tumblr_l48oiwFiQe1qbnukco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TH0DsNllfXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WMc_fHQdfeI/s400/tumblr_l48oiwFiQe1qbnukco1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511565577067789682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya datang sebagai pembawa pesan. &lt;br /&gt;Karena saat ini, wanita itu sedang enggan bertemu denganmu. Aku bertanya, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kenapa harus enggan?&lt;/span&gt; Dia mengaku, dia sedang mengira-ngira, apa maksudmu? Apakah ingin menjadi guru pergerakan cutting edge? Ataukah ada maksud lain di balik itu? Karena jujur, ia tidak pernah silau dengan wawasanmu. Dia telah mencintai pria lain. Sekaligus mengagumi (Ya, mencintai dan mengagumi itu berbeda) pria tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;Seseorang yang bersahaja, yang tidak pernah menjual isi otaknya, walaupun jika ditimbang, beratnya tidak kalah dengan otak kepunyaanmu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TH0CsAs4XsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/r-fbIJrKoU0/s1600/snobdoodle082008_590.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TH0CsAs4XsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/r-fbIJrKoU0/s400/snobdoodle082008_590.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511564474097098434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2413223993800671025?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2413223993800671025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2413223993800671025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2413223993800671025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2413223993800671025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/letter-to-snob.html' title='A Letter To Snob'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TH0DsNllfXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WMc_fHQdfeI/s72-c/tumblr_l48oiwFiQe1qbnukco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5738479465790708678</id><published>2010-08-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:56:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah Yang Mendominasi.</title><content type='html'>Entah mimpi atau bukan, suatu ketika saya ingat momen dimana saya dilahirkan.  Didominasi warna hijau, saat itu saya menjadi penonton sebuah kejadian paling penting dalam kehidupan saya sendiri. Dengan tangis yang memecah ruangan, kedua kaki mungil yang dipegang oleh pak dokter, lalu ayah saya yang berada di samping saya, saya disana. Hanya itu kejadian yang terekam, walaupun setitik ingatan itu merupakan sesuatu yang menurut saya luar biasa, karena tidak semua orang dapat mengingatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peristiwa kelahiran seseorang hanyalah contoh secuil bagian sejarah si empunya kenangan. Dengan sederhana orang-orang lebih menyebutnya masa lalu. Seorang penulis pernah berkata, setiap orang dari kita didominasi oleh suatu sejarah, dan untuk beberapa orang masih merasa bahwa sejarah seakan terlalu mengontrol siapa mereka hari ini, dan mempengaruhi pembentukan identitas mereka saat ini. Sejarah menurut mereka, telah menjadi juara bertahan sebuah originalitas. Dari pemikiran hingga tindakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada yang menyuruh kita untuk melupakan sejarah, bahkan Tuhan pun tidak pernah menyuruh kita untuk lupa akan masa lalu kita, toh semua orang tidak dilahirkan amnesia. Tapi kecenderungan orang untuk menjadi ketergantungan terhadap sejarah lah yang terkadang membuat orang-orang tersebut sulit untuk maju. Ketakutan karma, kepercayaan terhadap mitos (dimana mitos sendiri sebenarnya bisa jadi masa lalu yang tidak memiliki rentang waktu), carut yang terus kita raba, yang akhirnya membuat seseorang kembali mengulangi kesalahan yang sama dan seakan berlari dalam sebuah lintasan yang berbentuk lingkaran. kembali lagi dan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those, who cannot forget the past are condemned to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to live, to be here, now. Sebuah hasrat yang melampau masa lalu, melawan waktu. Tidak ada yang namanya "Sejarah Baru", karena sejarah adalah sesuatu yang terbentuk dari masa lalu, bagian mana barunya?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah adalah sejarah. Sejarah dapat merekam momen-momen yang berharga. Dan tidak perlu mengagung-agungkan sebuah sejarah hingga kita selalu mencuri originalitasnya. Selalu tanamkan ini dalam hati: Present, i feel and exist, forever. Againts the the clocks, moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/THijHN0VDsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xfdVw9VTdTI/s1600/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/THijHN0VDsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xfdVw9VTdTI/s400/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510333488451358402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5738479465790708678?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5738479465790708678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5738479465790708678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5738479465790708678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5738479465790708678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sejarah-yang-mendominasi.html' title='Sejarah Yang Mendominasi.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/THijHN0VDsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xfdVw9VTdTI/s72-c/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-4958480333100795872</id><published>2010-08-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:34:31.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perenungan'/><title type='text'>Local Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGtiV_1_hFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7qcng_qioJY/s1600/beauty-of-java.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGtiV_1_hFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7qcng_qioJY/s400/beauty-of-java.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506603099445232722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perayaan kemerdekaan kemarin sempat membuat saya sedikit membahas tentang sebuah kemampuan yang konon dimiliki oleh Indonesia dalam hal kebudayaan. Kemampuan jenius bangsa yang bersifat lokal. Yes, it's Local Genius. Sebuah kemampuan lokal menantang sesuatu yang global. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang masih belum ngeh apa itu local genius, local genius mengacu pada kemampuan kita sebagai bangsa yang berbudaya, untuk bisa menyerap budaya asing tanpa merusak budaya kita sendiri. Seperti yang sudah-sudah dilakukan oleh bangsa kita dalam proses akulturasi agama Hindu, Budha, Islam, atau contoh paling kecil sekalipun seperti adaptasi kita dalam hal resep masakan asing yang dikombinasikan dengan bumbu-bumbu nusantara. Kita mungkin tidak akan pernah menemukan McRice (burger nasi yang pernah diproduksi McDonalds) di Paris atau Amerika, dan kita juga tidak akan heran lagi jika seorang pembantu rumah tangga yang sifat kedaerahannya sangat kental tapi bisa memasak pasta dengan lihai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang patut menjadi pertanyaan adalah, bagaimana dengan komunitas kreatif kita? Ini dia yang menjadi pertimbangan saya dalam hal pemaknaan local genius. Bisakah kita mengagumi budaya british emo namun diadaptasi dengan kultur kita? Bisakah seseorang menjadi skateboarder ternama dengan gaya hidup yang menjunjung tinggi budaya lokal? Bisakah kita memadukan ketertarikan kita terhadap komunitas sepeda ontel plus kostum tradisionalnya dengan komunitas fixed-gear dengan gaya kekiniannya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja kita bisa memperluas ruang lingkup pemaknaan local genius bangsa kita, mungkin budaya-budaya asing yang paling umum sekalipun bisa diserap dan diaplikasikan kedalam seluruh aspek mulai dari pendidikan hingga kesehatan. Budaya nasionalisme Jepang memang patut ditiru positifnya, tapi jika kita bisa mengakulturasi budaya nasionalisme mereka dengan versi kita dengan kejeniusan lokalnya, mungkin pada akhirnya kemampuan kita tidak hanya berguna bagi kita, tapi juga menjadi panutan bagi masyarakat internasional :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-4958480333100795872?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4958480333100795872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=4958480333100795872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4958480333100795872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4958480333100795872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/local-genius.html' title='Local Genius'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGtiV_1_hFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7qcng_qioJY/s72-c/beauty-of-java.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2591505461917275690</id><published>2010-08-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:15:32.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMOGENIC'/><title type='text'>HOMOGENIC - and a very little part of their innermost thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGisuqXLE4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qLW7et8Efm8/s1600/34057_1423641804187_1627005516_1084638_6719707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGisuqXLE4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qLW7et8Efm8/s400/34057_1423641804187_1627005516_1084638_6719707_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505840462105875330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: Frian Indrasmara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You and Homogenic. Imagine that it’s sunday afternoon, and you’re on a beach house with them, having a nice and long conversation. From silly questions to philosophical answers. Sometimes giggle. Sometimes laughing pretty hard.  Sometimes  silence. And just thinking for while. It will be a nice holiday, after all. One thing that people should know:  Homogenic for Dina, Dea, Manda and other members of this family, it is a daily dose because they’re living on it.&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the convo:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------Let’s back to basic for a while. How did you joined Homogenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i join? i create this all...=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the process of producing the debut album "Epic Simphony" (2004) Dina asked me to join Homogenic as a fellow producer. From similiarities until my realization that their material song was more than amazing, i decided to fully contributing my passion to be a part of homogenic as an officially line up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in one click. At first dina contacted me and told me that homogenic was looking for a new vocalist.  By the progress, as soon as i finished the trial for singing their songs, we have a chat and sharing about the vision for the future mission of homogenic. And from that moment, magic happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------How meaningful Homogenic is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homogenic is my lifetime affair. I cannot easily says no for this Homogenic thingy. Whatever it takes, it always become my priority. I'm rarely open nor share my thoughts to public but i become naked whenever you listen to my song and read my lyric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than just a 'band' for me. something that make me who I am these days. Most of the people inside and around homogenic has been friends since the debut album and such things like line up change is rarely happened in Homogenic. It’s the beauty of professional relationship combined with loyalty friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s feel like i finnally found a perfect harbor for my 'desire ship'. Homogenic is my new home, my new family, my new life and I'm so ready to live my life's journey together with them, in good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------- Homogenic is clearly a piece of art, what are some of the more affecting pieces or artwork or film or design or theater you’ve seen (personally) in the past few years that might’ve given Homogenic some of its shading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that art is personal, when it comes to "well designed" eventually it'll crossing your sense without any cogitation and appreciation. But i do plead there are some piece of arts that  inspired me a lot in this creation process, as well as movies (dancer in the dark, science of sleep, virgin suicides, lost in translation, dogville,etc), book/novel (Kill the radio, the alchemist, etc)...well at the end the most noble art is human story itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire movies or graphic novels which gave me a deep impressions. I tried to translate those into the band's composition to create similiar ambients with the impressions that I get from the scenes. Movies by Michaels Gondry,Stanley Kubrick, and Michael Moore whilst sometimes enjoyed some crude humor from Judd Apatow's comedies. For the Graphic Novels, other than the Evangelion Saga, I really admire most of the works by Naoki Urasawa, specifically his ingenious collaboration with Osamu Tezuka to re-create one of the greatest story arc of Astro Boy into a suspense-thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While our song has deep meanings and and variety interpretations, for me, on the other way, Homogenic somehow remind me of a piece of work which has simple messages that everyone can accept.  From “Serendipity” the movie, The Bird and The Bee, even ancient Indonesian Dictionary  until the art of two way monologues between two lovers.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------Homogenic had done a lot of collaborations at this point, and they’ve always been fairly eyebrow-raising (in a good way).  have you ever consider doing more cross-medium collaborations (like you did with 12 authors in the 3rd album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! Most of the time, a work of art can be more conclusive if we enjoy it in a complete form. I believe that a collaboration with other artist can multiply the impact of the contents that we want our listeners to get, to understand our music as a whole work of art. In addition, it's better to work together than alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in collaboration, and we will do it again for sure. But we still need time on focusing the subject of collaboration. Eventually, the collaboration itself will be worthless without any positive outcomes for two sides of collaborator. Before thinking about the new one, we consider to maximize the project we've made with this 12 astonishing writers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that collaboration would always be one of the reason to make the band becoming greater and exist in society. I hope, not just writers, but we can make another breakthrough collaboration in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------- Is the music as fun to make as it is to listen to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, indeed. At least i won't make song that i don't like to. The ambiance that come with the song listened, represent the state of the creation process at that time. Creating a song is not merely lyric writing and music arranging, but putting the soul on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly the same actually. Sometimes you get that shiver when enjoying a very good music that impress you so much and makes you want to immediately share it to everybody you know. On the other hand, when you make a good music and truly enjoying it, you get the exact same feeling, plus an absolute happiness when you find that other people enjoy your work as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s a matter of responsibility, after all. You get the enjoyness from just listening your favorite music until it gets you some inspirations, but when you create it, you also have the responsibility from every other single details, such copyright, creative invention, the messages behind the songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------What is "Hope and Change" from your point of view?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what we try to convey in this third album. It's a message for our listener. It's as simple as short text message but as important as state address. It's a humble sentence that aiming the emergence of one's better life with positive attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never afraid to hoping for something, and never be reluctant to accept the changes. We don't want it to be somekind of a big 'national campaign' or anthemic. We just want to keep it low, aimed for each of ourselves first, about how we can do things better, do things which we hope can give a good impact for people near us. That's how good things are working, starting right from a personal level, at the very basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and change is a learning progress in life, where us, as human, willing to understand and dealing the doubts, gaining the good faith, and elevate us more to a new better way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------- what kind of strong personality that you and other member of Homogenic have that makes the band becoming something colorful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chemistry bond among us. Three of us have different characteristic, and the hardest part of it is to conceive each person. Above it all, homogenic is not really a band. We talk personally, we're caring each other, we rely on each other, we spend most of our day together without always talking about music. We are a family. That might be the reason why our music become so colorful, because we colored our day concurrently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homogenic is not only me, dina, and manda. There are many people that involved, the label, the management, the tech-guys, the band-players, and the other artists that been collaborating with us since a long time. Each of us have a very different characteristics, different approaches to make things done, and it quite a challenge for us to make sure that everyone involved in the band are 'syncing'. We're always facing new challenges as band, as a collective of people with huge passion for music. Based on that, I'm quite sure that at this time, our bonds are keep stronger and making us more and more solid than ever before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homogenic for me is a perfect package. We have different lifes, different thoughts, different interests, but what makes us united is the fact that we have the same vision, with our imperfectness and good value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end of this conversation, one of them said, “See you on the next story, my friend”. Till we meet again, shall we?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2591505461917275690?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2591505461917275690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2591505461917275690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2591505461917275690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2591505461917275690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/homogenic-and-very-little-part-of-their.html' title='HOMOGENIC - and a very little part of their innermost thought'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGisuqXLE4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qLW7et8Efm8/s72-c/34057_1423641804187_1627005516_1084638_6719707_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1635935710011752162</id><published>2010-08-13T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:06:52.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>Day #30 : Kast</title><content type='html'>Bahkan saya &lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali ketik.backspace.ketik.backspace.ketik.delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan saya&lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali sudahi.eh balik lagi.balik lagi.sudahi.balik lagi.sudahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan saya&lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali selalu.senyum.menangis.senyum.menangis.seperti manic depressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan saya&lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali membaca.menutup.membaca.menutup.mengucek mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan saya &lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali jatuh.tertawa.jatuh.tertawa.jatuh.tertawa.jatuh setelah tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan saya&lt;br /&gt;berkali-kali meladeni pertanyaan-pertanyaanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagaimana kita dipertemukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja saya tidak pernah tahu kalau kamu tidak membuang puntung rokok yang tergeletak di asbak. Saya tahu itu bekas siapa. Kemudian kamu ganti kopi yang saya teguk dengan teh manis hangat. &lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu harus pamit pulang, giliran saya yang duluan hilang. Kamu beri saya janji. Keparat yang satu ini perlu bukti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apakah perlu kecocokan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu hobi merangkak, sementara saya menyulam. Coba sambung-sambungkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kalau saya sentuh sedikit, apa kamu akan marah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai kamu cari tahu bagaimana cara menjamu dengan baik, saya cari tahu cara pamit. Lalu boleh pegang saya. Genggam. Peluk. Jangan hanya sentuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kamu tahu ini apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang saya tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah episode terakhir dari misi #30harimenulis. Semua ide, pemikiran tentang posting terakhir bubar. Hasilnya seperti ini, saya meracau. Jadi, apakah misi ini berhasil? Mungkin tidak. Mungkin ya. Saya hanya butuh orang peduli. Bahwa ini wabah. Saya hanya butuh kamu, kamu, kamu, dia, mereka, tolong lanjutkan misi ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGUNw3ChD6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/evxHUTyDmZ0/s1600/Pessoa_Tragic_Story_with_Happy_Ending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGUNw3ChD6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/evxHUTyDmZ0/s400/Pessoa_Tragic_Story_with_Happy_Ending.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504821252589686690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh diingat. Saya (tidak) berhenti sampai disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bandung, Jumat 13 Agustus 2010.                                                                                                           Dalam sebuah fiktif yang bersembunyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maradilla Syachridar&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1635935710011752162?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1635935710011752162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1635935710011752162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1635935710011752162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1635935710011752162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-30-kast.html' title='Day #30 : Kast'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGUNw3ChD6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/evxHUTyDmZ0/s72-c/Pessoa_Tragic_Story_with_Happy_Ending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6662455261997823713</id><published>2010-08-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:59:25.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #29 The lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson no.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get into something similar to what i got myself into, swallow your pride.&lt;br /&gt;bitter pride! but hey, if you have to make things happen!!! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson no. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever found yourself holding back because you’re too proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realized that pride would get me nowhere. You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t start somewhere. So as mentioned in lesson no.1, swallow your pride. But what I failed to mention was that the absence of pride makes me feel so bare. Like I’m holding on to it for that just-in-case moment that I realize I just don’t want to give it up— just yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson no.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t follow me… QUIT while you’re ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he isn’t the one after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson no.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forget the rules!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me recently that every decision I make will affect every aspect of my life. From the ridiculously minute details to the nagging must-dos, nothing is spared. I know, you might think it’s common knowledge. I thought so too, but it’s not. That little compliment you just gave may have made someone’s day or that modest smile you just flashed may have made someone’s heart skip a beat. Maybe even that nod of the head may have made that person feel someone does care. Those kinds of things. The ones we take for granted. The decision to be here is mine. This state. This place. This time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6662455261997823713?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6662455261997823713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6662455261997823713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6662455261997823713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6662455261997823713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-29-lessons.html' title='day #29 The lessons'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-808305186731810414</id><published>2010-08-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:44:43.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #28 Kebetulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGM_LhFQxDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sY6ZiO9XgPE/s1600/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGM_LhFQxDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sY6ZiO9XgPE/s400/serendipity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504312636668429362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kesanggupan atau keberhasilan untuk menemukan sesuatu dengan tanpa sengaja pada saat mencari sesuatu yang lain". Contohnya adalah penemuan planet Uranus oleh William Herschel. Herschel ketika itu sedang mencari komet, lalu ia menemukan Uranus yang awalnya ia identifikasi sebagai komet sebelum akhirnya ia menyadari bahwa benda itu adalah planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity is a propensity for making fortuitous discoveries while looking for something unrelated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya adalah orang yang percaya akan serendipity, dimana kebetulan yang menyenangkan ini tidak hanya datang untuk cinta belaka. pekerjaan, bisnis, bahkan hal-hal sederhana yang mengitari kita di kehidupan sehari-hari. Sebuah kata, yang semakin populer ketika tahun 2002 Miramax Film memproduksi sebuah film yang juga berjudul "Serendipity" (tentu saja serendipity disini mengacu pada cinta) yang akhirnya membuat orang-orang "ngeh" akan makna kata yang satu ini. Semua berakar dari suatu hal yang kebetulan. Tapi, benarkah sebuah keberhasilan seseorang banyak dipengaruhi oleh faktor kebetulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Mcwilliams pernah berkata, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In reality, serendipity accounts for one percent of the blessings we receive in life, work and love. The other 99 percent is due to our efforts.&lt;/span&gt; jadi intinya memang usahalah yang mewujudkan keberhasilan kita. Klise sih, tapi memang tanpa adanya usaha, keberhasilan itu tidak akan tercapai. Tapi saya juga lantas tidak sepenuhnya mengiyakan. Saya percaya faktor kebetulan. Kebetulan ada karena memang ada suratan takdir yang menentukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini, saya sering sekali mengalami kebetulan yang menyenangkan ketika saya merencanakan sesuatu diluar kebetulan itu sendiri. Setali tiga uang. Dari mulai dari pekerjaan atau bahkan (mau tidak mau mengakui) percintaan. Walaupun tidak seperti jalan cerita film "Serendipity" yang endingnya mudah ditebak, namun keyakinan bahwa akhir-akhir ini segala sesuatunya berjalan dengan baik (walaupun sedikit slebor) akhirnya disimpulkan, segala sesuatu itu berhasil kalau didasari oleh keyakinan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sesederhana kebetulan nyari bahan siaran eh dapet website keren. Kebetulan mau rilis buku eh jadi punya temen diskusi baru. Kebetulan mau nyari lagu ini eh nemu lagu itu. Kebetulan mau makan disitu eh ketemu temen yang udah lama ga ketemu. See? serendipity ada di sekitar kita.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-808305186731810414?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/808305186731810414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=808305186731810414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/808305186731810414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/808305186731810414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-28-kebetulan.html' title='day #28 Kebetulan'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TGM_LhFQxDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sY6ZiO9XgPE/s72-c/serendipity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1672702156300204874</id><published>2010-08-10T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:06:23.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>Day #27  Fact or Fiction</title><content type='html'>I think it’s a common saying that life is stranger than fiction. But I remember my Lit prof saying that same line (he said it in the best way) and me thinking how so ironically true it was. Because I guess life’s the stuff fiction is made of. And perhaps, life gets so weird that you’d rather think of it as a fabrication of imagination to be able to cope or even to better understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe what I’m about to write is purely fictional. But it doesn’t really matter.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a short story, too short. Maybe this is a glimpse of short story. So yeah take it as a fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;................Surprise, surprise! He called again. This time asking me to meet at the corner. He got a Take-away. He asked if I wanted to walk. Having cancelled all my lovely plans for the night, I figured that I might as well make the most of my frumpy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to meet him with a little grudge as my Take-away. I entered the Take-away place with a slight scowl. He greeted me by commenting on my big blue bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems you go everywhere with that,” he said with some amusement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply raised my chin in defense. We stepped out in the chilly night wind. I needed to pee. Really badly. And I told him so. We walked around 1.5 km. to the Supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to our destination he explained himself. Why step away but still confronting me, why he chose to stay in that area for a while, I wanted to believe him. But in the back of my head, he partied the whole 2 weeks. I didn’t argue because it wouldn’t do any of us any good. Then I remembered what he told me days back: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ If a guy tries to clear things up with someone, even if it means lying, than he must care for that person. I don’t think he’d bother to explain himself if he didn’t give a damn.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that, I simply kept quiet. He sometimes did see things in unconventional ways........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched and laughing, I realized that this night was a cliché come to life. And under the lamp’s bright white light, on a fact or fictional night, I hugged him good night.&lt;br /&gt;If ever he does exist or not,&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9dQajvRGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IAJz_QrrsEY/s1600/lover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9dQajvRGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IAJz_QrrsEY/s400/lover.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503219806258545762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1672702156300204874?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1672702156300204874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1672702156300204874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1672702156300204874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1672702156300204874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-27-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Day #27  Fact or Fiction'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9dQajvRGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IAJz_QrrsEY/s72-c/lover.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-8964134147398020534</id><published>2010-08-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:01:37.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>Day #26 Sadko In The Underwater Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Sadko bukanlah plesetan dari Sadako. Hantu Jepang itu.&lt;br /&gt;Sadko adalah Sadko, sebuah opera Rusia yang terkenal, berdasarkan mitos-mitos (Slavic Mythology) yang berkembang disana, yang bercerita tentang sebuah kebahagiaan. Sadko adalah seorang musisi dan traveller yang menjelajahi lautan, kerajaan bawah laut, demi mendapatkan kebahagiaan untuk diberikan kepada orang-orang kota. Diciptakan pada tahun 1953, kemudian dirilis oleh Amerika Serikat dengan script-writer Francis Ford Coppola, dan seorang pelukis realis, Ilyas Repin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9RLrl8TEI/AAAAAAAAANs/C-j_lYSYARA/s1600/boris-olshansky-sadko-in-the-underwater-kingdom-1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9RLrl8TEI/AAAAAAAAANs/C-j_lYSYARA/s400/boris-olshansky-sadko-in-the-underwater-kingdom-1999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503206530792311874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9RLOTXrmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ek3wTqqRiak/s1600/Ilya+Repin+-+Sadko+in+the+Underwater+Kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9RLOTXrmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ek3wTqqRiak/s400/Ilya+Repin+-+Sadko+in+the+Underwater+Kingdom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503206522929786466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin berlebihan jika kita harus mencari kebahagiaan hingga ke dasar laut. Yang ada binatang laut dan kegelapan. Atau memang benar adanya bahwa dibawah sana ada sebuah kerajaan. Saya pernah membaca sebuah kalimat di twitter teman saya yang berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;#augustwish Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artinya, bahkan sejak manusia berevolusi, mereka diciptakan untuk mencari dan hidup berdampingan dengan sebuah esensi kehidupan: kebahagiaan. Dan lucunya, kadar serta definisinya pun berbeda-beda di setiap orang. Mungkin bahagia versi dia adalah mendapatkan tiket gratis untuk menonton konser Radiohead, atau bahagia versi dia yang lainnya berupa mendapatkan Vera Wang dress limited edition, atau kebahagiaan dengan versi yang sederhana berupa makan enak hari ini.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadko memang bukanlah Sadako.&lt;br /&gt;Misinya pun beda, lebih mulia. Bukan untuk menakut-nakuti, melainkan mendapatkan kebahagiaan untuk diberikan kepada orang-orang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-8964134147398020534?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8964134147398020534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=8964134147398020534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8964134147398020534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8964134147398020534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-29-sadko-in-underwater-kingdom.html' title='Day #26 Sadko In The Underwater Kingdom'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TF9RLrl8TEI/AAAAAAAAANs/C-j_lYSYARA/s72-c/boris-olshansky-sadko-in-the-underwater-kingdom-1999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2047972813024965354</id><published>2010-08-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:04:23.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>Day #25: Everything Is Temporary</title><content type='html'>Temporary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come up with an entry with such title, I had to wait for the right moment which included thoughts or experiences that made the title meaningful and coherent. Well it’s a fact, everything is so temporary. Fast and fleeting, from the breaths we take to Time itself. The moments we futilely try to hold on to, the people we try so hard to keep, thoughts that keep racing through our heads, emotions that are just so volatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I’m in the best position now to talk about impermanence. The kind of impermanence that involves the uncertainty of what I’ll be doing hours from now, days from nows, months, and even years from now. Everything is just hanging so precariously. Like in Limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in a prayer for class, "Teach me to let go of both what I have and don’t need that open palms receive Your blessings"…there is bound to be something or someone who’ll make you see the moments that are spectacular and alive and not as something transitory and vanishing. Instances that’ll teach us that letting go is not a sign of helplessness or inability but a mark of courage and our capacity to hope and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change is choice" . I couldn’t help but nod and grin upon reading that line. To an extent, we still have the capacity to choose what we change unwilling to let the uncertainty of the Future get to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bag the best job ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll discover a hidden talent of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll found the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…because I choose to see what the maybe-tomorrows may bring over the bland impossibility of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to act lest hope becomes half-hearted possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2047972813024965354?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2047972813024965354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2047972813024965354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2047972813024965354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2047972813024965354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-25-everything-is-temporary.html' title='Day #25: Everything Is Temporary'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7455794579280253843</id><published>2010-08-07T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:04:58.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day #24 Stat. N. 0 % yes.</title><content type='html'>Kamar ini terlalu berantakan. Waktunya kita membereskan semua yang berjatuhan di lantai. Harapan, cita-cita, rasa takut, kenangan manis, rasa pahit dan sakit hati. Kamu bilang, bulan November kamar ini perlu diperbaharui. Pilihannya adalah, tetap menjadi milik kita, atau dijual saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya melihat kamar ini dengan pandangan nanar. Pada awalnya ada perasaan yang campur aduk yang membuat saya berpikir, kamar ini terlalu sayang untuk dijual. Catnya yang mengelupas menunjukkan umurnya yang tidak muda, jam terbangnya menunjukkan sebuah bentuk perjuangan. Lantas, saya mengusap temboknya. Rasa sentimentil dan rasa sayang sudah terlanjur bercampur dengan bercak noda-noda dan debu yang menempel. Paku-paku yang berisikan menjadi penyangga kalender momen sudah berkarat, dan dindingnya yang sudah retak menunjukan kegigihannya untuk menjadi saksi sepak terjang kehidupan yang berlangsung di kamar ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamar ini adalah sebuah hubungan. Antara kamu. Dan saya. Bulan November adalah sebuah titik balik yang menjadi sebuah jawaban atas rasa penasaran kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yuk. Let's get together forever in 11.11.11&lt;/span&gt;, you offered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diatas sebuah tangis yang menyela di sebuah perjalanan, jawaban atas tawaran itu akhirnya muncul ke permukaan: sayang, saya tidak bisa. Presentase jawaban ya itu berakhir di angka nol. 0% yes. It's a no. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; From 40%. 20%. 65%. 29%. 35%. 10%. 9%.&lt;br /&gt; End up with: &lt;br /&gt; Stat. N. 0% yes&lt;br /&gt; Status. for November. 0% yes means no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tangis ini kembali menyela sesekali, mengingat hal-hal yang berceceran di ruangan ini adalah sesuatu yang menyenangkan, tapi maaf, I don't belong to this place. Someone else does. Kamar ini tidak perlu dijual, saya pikir kamu sudah cukup dewasa untuk memperbaharui, bahkan seisi rumahnya pun kamu mampu. Kamu mampu. Semua orang setuju, dan pendapat saya cuma satu, butuh partner yang lebih pas untuk kamu ajak bersama-sama tinggal di dalamnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you. A past sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari bereskan untuk yang terakhir kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFgMH8paf5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/EZ5LholAFHY/s1600/31769_1449421552815_1151491232_31325117_7312592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFgMH8paf5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/EZ5LholAFHY/s400/31769_1449421552815_1151491232_31325117_7312592_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501160275511508882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything has been written down, so why worry? &lt;br /&gt;we said it's you and I with a little left of sanity&lt;br /&gt;if life is ever changing so why worry &lt;br /&gt;still you and i with silly smile and wave goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------ Grow A Day Older, Dewi Lestari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7455794579280253843?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7455794579280253843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7455794579280253843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7455794579280253843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7455794579280253843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-24-stat-n-0-yes.html' title='day #24 Stat. N. 0 % yes.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFgMH8paf5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/EZ5LholAFHY/s72-c/31769_1449421552815_1151491232_31325117_7312592_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2368708669124133756</id><published>2010-08-06T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:06:26.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #23 Lady Gaga and Illuminati.</title><content type='html'>Ketika saya bilang kalau Lady Gaga adalah boneka dari sebuah proyek yang dinamakan "Project Monarch", dia tidak percaya. Saya pun sebenarnya antara percaya dan tidak, karena saya sering sekali menemukan sebuah konsep promo seorang musisi yang dibuat sedemikian rupa. Rasa penasaran itu semakin lama semakin membesar setelah membaca artikel yang kali ini akan saya rangkum disini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Project Monarch”. Sebuah teknik pengontrolan pikiran yang mengekspos subjek pada suatu trauma secara keras sehingga pikiran mereka menghasilkan suatu disosiasi. Otak korban menjadiThe victim’s brain becomes terkotak-kotak dan muncul kepribadian baru yang kemudian dicetak dan diedukasi oleh si manipulator. Disini muncul suatu representasi simbolik yang melambangkan transformasi atau metamorfosis dari serangga cantik ini: dari ulat ke kepompong (dormansi, inaktivitas), ke kupu-kupu (kreasi baru) yang akan kembali ke titik asal. Juga termasuk pola migrasi yang membuat spesies ini menjadi unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbO0_dwBKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QiF1E3Fvqr8/s1600/Lady-gaga-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbO0_dwBKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QiF1E3Fvqr8/s400/Lady-gaga-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500811404664374434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari melihat apa yang direpresentasikan oleh Lady Gaga mulai dari yang paling sederhana, namanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya&lt;br /&gt;Gaga adalah kata yang langsung merujuk pada kekosongan pikiran. Berikut adalah beberapa sinonim :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Posted by Thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Given to lighthearted silliness: empty-headed, featherbrained, flighty, frivolous, frothy, giddy, harebrained, lighthearted, scatterbrained, silly. Slang birdbrained, dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Afflicted with or exhibiting irrationality and mental unsoundness: brainsick, crazy, daft, demented, disordered, distraught, dotty, insane, lunatic, mad, maniac, maniacal, mentally ill, moonstruck, off, touched, unbalanced, unsound, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gaga” mungkin adalah kata yang paling mudah untuk diucapkan dalam bahasa inggris, seperti apa yang sering dilontarkan oleh bayi ketika pertama kali meniru ucapan. jadi namanya secara sederhana berkata : I’m a lady and I’m empty-headed. Kekosongan kepala ini dapat diisi oleh segala hal yang kau mau. Tiru saya para remaja. Kondisi jiwa seperti ini tejadi setelah proses mind control yang sukses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPHdkneBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O1ZEM_KQatQ/s1600/Lady-gaga-logo-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPHdkneBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O1ZEM_KQatQ/s400/Lady-gaga-logo-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500811721983883282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logonya sangat mengungkapkan dan tepat. Badan seorang wanita tanpa kepala dengan sambaran petir sepanjang tubuhnya dan keluar dari genital. Sekali lagi, fokus kepada kurangnya kesadaran pikiran dari si penyanyi. Bagian badan terlihat seperti mannequins tanpa kepala aneh yang biasa dijumpai di toko pakaian. Sambaran petir mengimplikasikan tubuh tanpa pikirannya telah di “charged” oleh suata kekuatan yang memberikan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simbolisme All-Seeing Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya perlu melihat beberapa foto atau video dari Lady Gaga untuk menyadari bahwa secara konstan ia menyembunyikan satu matanya. Kebanyakan orang akan menginterpetasikan ini secara sederhana sebagai “sesuatu yang keren untuk dilakukan” atau “pernyataan fashion”. Mereka yang telah mengetahui 101 simbolisme illuminati tahu bahwa All-Seeing Eye kemungkinan adalah simbol yang paling dikenali. Gerakan menyembunyikan satu mata, umumnya mata kiri merupakan perintah okult. Eye of Horus.&lt;br /&gt;(Horus kehilangan mata kirinya oleh saudara jahatnya, Seth, yang dia musuhi untuk membalas dendam pembunuhan Seth terhadap Osiris. Seth berhasil melukai mata tapi kalah dalam pertarungan. Mata disembuhkan kembali oleh sihir, oleh Thoth, the god of writing, the moon and magic. Horus mempersembahkan matanya pada Osiris, yang mengalami kebangkitan di underworld.&lt;br /&gt;-Dictionary of the Occult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang pasti, Lady Gaga untuk All-Seeing Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPawNcgMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BjXkUVRwiBg/s1600/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-3-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPawNcgMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BjXkUVRwiBg/s400/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-3-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500812053404483778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPal59kpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YuWy8nQlsIA/s1600/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-2-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbPal59kpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YuWy8nQlsIA/s400/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-2-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500812050638410386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar paling terakhir adalah paling signifikan. Itu memastikan bahwa fakta mata yang tertutup digunakan dalam konteks simbolisme esoteric. Mata kirinya ada pada tangannya, merujuk pada Hand of Fatima (evil eye). Juga, tak dapat dipungkiri kemiripan dengan good ol’ Baphomet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbP7sGw8JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H4eDmj3mkeg/s1600/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-6-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbP7sGw8JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H4eDmj3mkeg/s400/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-6-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500812619238404242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simbol God of Baphomet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbQYu9VXWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XwEOOndqXLY/s1600/Simbol-God-of-Baphomet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbQYu9VXWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XwEOOndqXLY/s400/Simbol-God-of-Baphomet.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500813118220361058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga all seeing Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Seeing Eye di belakang dancer Gaga selama Monster Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbQwJDteBI/AAAAAAAAANA/89IP6qdITUU/s1600/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-7-image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbQwJDteBI/AAAAAAAAANA/89IP6qdITUU/s400/Lady-gaga-all-seeing-eye-7-image.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500813520363419666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady-gaga-baphomet-reminiscent-horns&lt;br /&gt;Baphomet Reminiscent horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbRKj9Q4dI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xv-3bJSiWLc/s1600/Lady-gaga-baphomet-reminiscent-horns-image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbRKj9Q4dI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xv-3bJSiWLc/s400/Lady-gaga-baphomet-reminiscent-horns-image.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500813974260736466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diluar kenyataan apakah Lady Gaga terlibat illuminati atau tidak, yang pasti ini juga bisa menjadi strategi promo yang cukup jitu untuk membuat orang penasaran atas artis yang satu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baca artikel selengkapnya termasuk kata-kata bercetak miring dari &lt;a href="http://mureo.com/news/lady-gaga-boneka-illuminati-part-1.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2368708669124133756?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2368708669124133756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2368708669124133756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2368708669124133756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2368708669124133756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-23-lady-gaga-and-illuminati.html' title='day #23 Lady Gaga and Illuminati.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFbO0_dwBKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QiF1E3Fvqr8/s72-c/Lady-gaga-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7520271550784269476</id><published>2010-08-05T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:07:56.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #22 Recorded Con</title><content type='html'>Convo #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RB   : Ohh...Ketemu dong kita&lt;br /&gt;(me) : Liat nanti deh&lt;br /&gt;RB   : Gue tunggu di city of angels n constant danger&lt;br /&gt;(me) : Hahaha oke *dancing emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;RB   : Iya dancing lady &lt;br /&gt;(me) : Correct : bouncy &lt;br /&gt;RB   : How about bumping lady&lt;br /&gt;(me) : Aduh aku orangnya saklek, bouncy it is *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;RB   : Conservative ya elo orangnya?&lt;br /&gt;(me) : I'm a strict free thinker :p&lt;br /&gt;RB   : You're free but focused, how bout that&lt;br /&gt;(me) : Free but willy aja gimana? &lt;br /&gt;(me) : Free willy #eh&lt;br /&gt;RB   : Good one maradiya *laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E    : I love you sister&lt;br /&gt;(Me) : Ini macet ko&lt;br /&gt;(Me) : Pengen ketemuuu&lt;br /&gt;E    : Aku juga sebenernya tapi kamu butuh waktu sendiri buat manjain diri kamu&lt;br /&gt;(Me) : I'm a mess eh?&lt;br /&gt;E    : Quite a bit ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Me) : Adeknya akhirnya ngalamin fase beginii&lt;br /&gt;E    : You work too hard, for everything, to yourself too &lt;br /&gt;E    : give a little time to loose end sister&lt;br /&gt;(Me) : Dilla's ego&lt;br /&gt;E    : that's ok. only people with ego can climb high&lt;br /&gt;E    : cuman kali ini kamu lebih tertutup dari biasanya, gpp ko "telanjang" dengan semua perasaanmu yang kamu anggep paling ga penting sekalipun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded convo could came from any person, from your close friend to the stranger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7520271550784269476?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7520271550784269476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7520271550784269476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7520271550784269476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7520271550784269476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-22-recorded-con.html' title='day #22 Recorded Con'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7117495000959369850</id><published>2010-08-04T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:10:11.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #21: Möl</title><content type='html'>Kalau saya menendang kerikil atau melempar kerikil yang ada di hadapan saya ini, saya tau pasti akan mengenai kamu, maka saya urungkan niat ini, walaupun saya ingin menendang sekali-dua kali, seperti yang dilakukan orang-orang dalam sebuah film ketika mereka kesal. saya kesal. tapi saya mengurungkan niat saya untuk berbuat apa-apa, bahkan mengeluhpun hanya sekali itu saja, sisa dari keluhan ini saya tutup rapat dalam sebuah toples yang berisi kumpulan resah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja kamu tahu, kerikil ini tidak saya lempar, tetapi saya genggam, saya remas, hingga berubah menjadi pasir, bahkan orang-orang bilang, pasir ini lebih halus dari pasir yang terhampar di pantai yang jarang terjamah, karena pasir ini terbuat dari perasaan seseorang. pada akhirnya saya tawarkan pasir kualitas tinggi ini kepada para pembuat bangunan, dan mereka tertarik. Kualitasnya tidak terkalahkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bilang, saya akan jual murah pasir yang satu ini, dengan syarat, tolong sertakan kaki saya dengan pasir dan tanah dan semen yang mereka gunakan untuk membangun apapun yang ingin mereka bangun. Kening mereka berkerut, tapi hati mereka murahan, jadi mereka iyakan, tanpa ingin tahu tujuannya. Dan kamipun sepakat. Tanpa sedikitpun debat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah ada pertanyaan, saya tahu, semua itu hanya berasal dari kamu yang heran. Dan ketika kamu heran, saya akan jelaskan, kalau tujuannya hanyalah satu: biarlah kaki saya membatu, setidaknya saya tidak akan menendang-nendang, karena saya tahu, apapun yang saya tendang, semua itu akan mengenaimu, dan semua itu adalah akibat dari satu: kekesalan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFPKs91yJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MnjnSgYkOy8/s1600/MolTrffdCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFPKs91yJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MnjnSgYkOy8/s400/MolTrffdCD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499962443812710226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(möl : kerikil-red)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7117495000959369850?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7117495000959369850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7117495000959369850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7117495000959369850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7117495000959369850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-21-mol.html' title='day #21: Möl'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TFPKs91yJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MnjnSgYkOy8/s72-c/MolTrffdCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-4896721965501338272</id><published>2010-08-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:36:01.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>Day #20 : Daily Words</title><content type='html'>Words to be faced, thought to be written. I miss the moment of writing (or type) without much thought. I scribble on the perfectly lined paper of my notebook. I work around the borders. Underline underline underline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sunday till monday you face the screen or paper. Sometimes I wish the world would just sloooow down so that I could catch up. And not feel so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays. There’s always a feeling of foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays are so-so. I remember sunny side ups. Tuesdays feel yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are fine. Mid-week is good. I think of barbecue and red.&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays. The day I go to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Fridays. Who doesn’t love Fridays?&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are never peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week after week after week. Same old. Then, there’s everything else in between, in no particular order. And sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever feel as giddy or amazed or as fulfilled as the first time, when you first "fell" in love or took one hell of a photograph or even talked a geniune talk. Sometimes I begin to doubt, because it’s all the same. Repeat repeat again and again. It’s an obsessive-compulsive state. It’s an obsessive- compulsive world. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the obsessive compulsive world transformed into a daily words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-4896721965501338272?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4896721965501338272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=4896721965501338272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4896721965501338272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4896721965501338272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-20-daily-words.html' title='Day #20 : Daily Words'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6845402549068384339</id><published>2010-08-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:37:21.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMOGENIC'/><title type='text'>day #19 : The world welcoming you, Sarasvati :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TE0wNhbmwYI/AAAAAAAAALI/Jglbo3iJ4FA/s1600/38051_1487609026519_1122743095_31401905_4977868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TE0wNhbmwYI/AAAAAAAAALI/Jglbo3iJ4FA/s400/38051_1487609026519_1122743095_31401905_4977868_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498103728959832450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by: Egi Anggara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergantian tahun 2007-2008 menurut saya pergantian tahun yang lumayan menyenangkan. Pada waktu itu secara tidak sengaja, saya (yang pada saat itu belum terlalu dekat) menghabiskan tahun baru bersama Homogenic formasi lama. Dari rencana awal yaitu pergi keluar kota, akhirnya saya dan teman-teman saya menghadiri sebuah private party salah seorang anak dari petinggi kita (RI 1). Disitu, Homogenic mengisi acara. Namun sebelum acara tersebut, sebuah barbeque party pun diadakan dirumah Dada (manager Homogenic), dimana disitulah saya pertama kali saya melihat Risa Saraswati, Deena Dellyana, Grahadea sebagai manusia normal (bukan performer) tanpa make up, tanpa stage wardrobe, dengan candaan Sunda, dan obrolan-obrolan sambil lalu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum saya bergabung dengan tim Homogenic, Homogenic sudah menjadi satu grup musik yang saya suka. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm a silent admirer&lt;/span&gt;. Homogenic versi Risa, bukan kakak saya. Diluar kenyataan tersebut, Homogenic yang sekarang adalah sesuatu yang baru, sama bagusnya, yang memiliki perbedaan mencolok dari konsep barunya. Dengan atau tanpa kakak saya, saya selalu menyukai Homogenic. Tapi terlebih lagi jika yang menyanyi adalah kakak saya (bangga). Hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu saya melihat performance Risa, dengan ciri khas angelic voicenya, dengan kekuatannya yang membuat Homogenic seakan adalah satu sosok yang memiliki kharisma. Tapi itu juga terakhir kalinya saya melihat Homogenic dengan formasi Risa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Juli 2010 adalah sebuah momentum perubahan bagi Risa yang akhirnya menjelma menjadi Sarasvati, Pembuktian bahwa ia mampu menanggalkan nama besarnya sebagai "Risa-Homogenic", dan menjadi Risa seutuhnya. Mengukuhkan idealismenya. Dina dan Dea ketika itu berkomentar, "Ini mah Risa banget, bener-bener maunya dia kaya gini ini sih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launching Sarasvati menurut saya sukses. Dengan balutan kain TA-nya Atyd (glow in the dark), dengan dukungan para additional players yang notabenenya adalah personil band-band besar, dengan konsep mistisnya yang "dapet banget" (Kemunculan "Peter", sinden wanita yang membawa lilin), visual dari Openlabs, dekorasi yang indah, dan cerita-cerita dibalik lagu-lagu yang dibawakan oleh wanita ini dengan sangat apik. Dulu, di Homogenic, Risa tidak terlalu banyak bicara. Sementara Sarasvati banyak berkisah. Dari saat itu ada dua lagu yang menjadi favorit saya: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bilur&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perjalanan&lt;/span&gt;. Bukan hanya dari musiknya, namun juga cerita dibaliknya yang membuat bulu kuduk saya merinding. Satu prestasi yang membanggakan, ketika sebuah sosok lahir, dan melepaskan embel-embel masa lalu, dan menjadi pribadi yang baru, bahkan menjadi jalan yang terbaik, untuk Risa, juga untuk Dina, Dea, Manda yang hingga saat ini masih menganggapnya bagian dari keluarga besar Homogenic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sebagai informasi, kalau dipetik dari &lt;a href="http://risasaraswati.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply Risa&lt;/a&gt;, nama project Sarasvati", diambil dari nama belakangnya dan ditulis dalam tulisan sanksekerta. &lt;a href="http://thepopism.multiply.com/"&gt;Dimas ario&lt;/a&gt; yg memberi gagasan atas nama projectnya ini. idenya muncul saat hari saraswati dirayakan..tepatnya 27 februari. Kalo orang nanya, sejak kapan "sarasvati" muncul??? dia akan menjawab 27 februari 2010) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're changing now Risa. And the world welcoming you, Sarasvati :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TE0wNM0VdMI/AAAAAAAAALA/N-I_Bc0hdws/s1600/38791_1502364769203_1536747635_31248796_683677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TE0wNM0VdMI/AAAAAAAAALA/N-I_Bc0hdws/s400/38791_1502364769203_1536747635_31248796_683677_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498103723426411714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by: Elora Rini Hapsari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6845402549068384339?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6845402549068384339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6845402549068384339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6845402549068384339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6845402549068384339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-19-world-welcoming-you-sarasvati.html' title='day #19 : The world welcoming you, Sarasvati :)'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TE0wNhbmwYI/AAAAAAAAALI/Jglbo3iJ4FA/s72-c/38051_1487609026519_1122743095_31401905_4977868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3056134984274764295</id><published>2010-08-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:38:19.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #18 who needs radio when you got beautiful mixtapes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEukB1ufI9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6aKyW8wubX0/s1600/3661874184_cc49f3cd5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEukB1ufI9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6aKyW8wubX0/s400/3661874184_cc49f3cd5c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497668121644704722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu email yang membuat saya terinspirasi, dan kembali pada ingatan atas sebuah buku yang (kebetulan) sudah saya baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan untuk menjadi seorang presenter kondang, tapi bermonolog sambil memutarkan lagu favorit itu menyenangkan. Bukan untuk menjadi mc handal, tapi bermain dengan teater pikiran dengan latar belakang musik itu sebuah seni yang membuat saya ketagihan. Satu hal menyenangkan lainnya adalah berkutat dengan flow lagu, playlist ajib, yang tidak hanya bisa ditawarkan oleh radio semata, tapi juga mereka-mereka yang memiliki anugerah ketika mereka menjadi seorang mixtaper (sebutan saya untuk makhluk-makhluk yang bisa membuat mixtape canggih).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuh tahun berhubungan cinta, didasari oleh passion terhadap musik, terciptalah "Love Is A Mixtape" by Rob Sheffield (music writer Rolling Stone) yang menceritakan hubungan percintaannya dengan istrinya, seorang Renée Crist, penulis berbakat sekaligus music-geek, yang akhirnya meninggalkan Rob selama-lamanya. Memori adalah sebuah kata yang sangat kuat, karena komposisinya adalah emosi, perasaan, sesuatu yang personal, dan memori yang didukung oleh referensi musik yang kuat cukup membuat saya berkata, Rob, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your relationship is perfect. I'm not saying was. It "Is", because your relationship is too worthy to accompanied by was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musik adalah sesuatu hal yang fundamental. saya tidak memiliki referensi yang mencengangkan orang hingga mereka berkomentar "What are you? Some kinda music dictionary?", tapi saya cukup percaya diri untuk berkata bahwa saya sangat menghargai hal yang satu ini, terlebih jika mendapatkan lagu-lagu yang memang susah dicari. "Love Is A Mixtape" adalah sebuah buku yang bisa membuat saya tersenyum geli, berpikir, larut dalam petikan review, dan mengangguk-angguk setelah mendapatkan wawasan tentang musisi-musisi seperti Leonard Cohen, Dusty Springfield, Pavement, The Pooh Sticks, dan The Meat Puppets. Satu kesimpulan yang saya dapatkan, mixtape dapat menjadi media sebuah evolusi cinta. Sebuah mutasi pedekate atau bahkan komunikasi, lebih dari sekedar pertukaran surat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyenangkan rasanya tersenyum mengetuk-ngetukan jari di setir ketika berada dalam sebuah perjalanan dan diiringi lagu yang pas dan sesuai hati. Atau mengeluarkan ekspresi berlebih ketika mendengarkan lagu favorit kita, yang bisa dikategorikan sebagai musik yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sidestream&lt;/span&gt;, tapi ternyata eh ternyata, diputar di radio kesayangan kita. God bless all of the talented music directors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High whenever i heard great songs, with great lyrics. And good music is like some damn drugs along with its withdrawal effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEuoFnEx3jI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poDzo0ykUE4/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEuoFnEx3jI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poDzo0ykUE4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672584477662770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3056134984274764295?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3056134984274764295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3056134984274764295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3056134984274764295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3056134984274764295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-18-who-needs-radio-when-you-got.html' title='day #18 who needs radio when you got beautiful mixtapes?'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEukB1ufI9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6aKyW8wubX0/s72-c/3661874184_cc49f3cd5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3856356178883152463</id><published>2010-07-31T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:39:20.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #17 Blur, not the band</title><content type='html'>I’ll spare you overly-analyzed details but I will share my recklessly candid thoughts on these past events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you’re leaving certain period in your life you tend brace yourself for the impact. The impact of something totally uncertain and possibly foreign. You’re psyching up yourself to expect the unexpected (i.e. The Worst), you try to futilely make some sort of feeble sense of the little information or knowledge of have of the what’s-to-come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You struggle, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the sort of struggle that entails the clashing of fists and all that but maybe the sort of turmoil that happens in the heart and in the mind. Emotions that refuse to be understood. Thoughts that simply cannot rest. I guess biologically, that’s how we were built. To be on our toes, to be alert, to be ready. But the question still lingers…"Be ready for what, exactly?" Ahhh, the anxiety and innate curiosity the future brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in that bracing of ourselves for the Unknown, we unconsciously try to take in every single detail, mercilessly try to cheat time to letting us savor the remaining certainty we have. I have many times tried to encapsulate my emotions, tried to hold on to memories, tried to breathe a little slower to take it all in. To take a single flash of a zillion happenings all in a brief moment. Too much to digest. The mind can only take in so much, unfortunately. Thank God, for technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a mental picture, it seems that you try to protect yourself from the looming Unknown but at same time, you render yourself utterly vulnerable by trying to take in everything. Unfiltered. So real. In motion. And there you are in middle of two seemingly opposing forces. And there you lay more perplexed. And that is how I feel. So overwhelmed. Like a tidal wave. That in one swift encompassing motion, stuns me. Drowning. An overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in processing everything that’s happened, I’ve come up with fragmented happy pieces. And the giddy emotions and the vivid memory re-makes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said: in my moment of drowning, in any moment of confusion and shock, I’ve learned to love even more, to give more generously, to live more passionately, to laugh even louder, smile more sincerely, and to hope unrelentingly because on my way to recovering those little bits and pieces, I’ve become someone I’ve never thought I could be at this point. More mature perhaps. But definitely, someone braver who’ll face the Unknown with the knowlegde that I’m living the way I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all this hum-drum, I’m happy I lost myself somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remember that i always say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be shit. But I’ve come too far, why stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElnhK5YntI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UVvvjV9FkT8/s1600/lifes_a_blur_make_every_moment_count_tie-p151988735630118002td9w_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElnhK5YntI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UVvvjV9FkT8/s400/lifes_a_blur_make_every_moment_count_tie-p151988735630118002td9w_210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497038639740788434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3856356178883152463?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3856356178883152463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3856356178883152463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3856356178883152463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3856356178883152463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-17-blur-not-band.html' title='day #17 Blur, not the band'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElnhK5YntI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UVvvjV9FkT8/s72-c/lifes_a_blur_make_every_moment_count_tie-p151988735630118002td9w_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6842417954314668607</id><published>2010-07-30T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:39:58.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #16 something BIG, good or bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEll6XLLn4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8kHKYUAXv7c/s1600/messyroom1-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEll6XLLn4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8kHKYUAXv7c/s400/messyroom1-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497036873510133634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start cleaning. I see a pile of clothes all dumped in one corner and some strewn in my bed. Pieces of paper just scattered on the floor. Anyone who enters my room will automatically sum me up as slob. Well, yeah, I am slob, a self-confessed-I-don’t-care-where-this-goes-slob.But, when I get cleaning, I’m serious and take it into heart (beware!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I start with the heavy duty cleaning, I’m taking time off to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what shall I criticize, rant,talk,reflect on today eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I was thinking about gestures earlier today how we wait for the big thing, that moment that would define the word happiness. Tell me I’m not the only waiting for such great things to happen. But you know what? Something in my head tells me it’s already happening, the litlle things I tend to overlook which amounts to something BIG. I don’t know, but I keep telling myself,"no, it’s different, it should a one-time, big-time experience." So anyway, there goes grand gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've Been trying to read Murakami’s Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. It’s an interesting and thought-provoking read but it’s too-word heavy! But love it nonetheless. And as you see, Murakami always provoking me. starting with a provoking thought is always the most difficult thing to do it with love, friendship, work, everything, the middle is where the heart of it all lies, ending is the most bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that leads me to the question:  do I have another thing to start? start to realize what this and that really means? when I do start to be satisfied with who I am and what I have? when do I start to end this searching for where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a mess. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s me. Complicated and such a mess. But I love me nonetheless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6842417954314668607?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6842417954314668607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6842417954314668607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6842417954314668607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6842417954314668607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-16-something-big-good-or-bad.html' title='day #16 something BIG, good or bad.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEll6XLLn4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8kHKYUAXv7c/s72-c/messyroom1-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2358979233829756861</id><published>2010-07-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:40:46.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #15: Twitter for Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElcbnepcEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I0t0WZhJ31U/s1600/3341034613_9fed000209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElcbnepcEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I0t0WZhJ31U/s400/3341034613_9fed000209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497026449706152002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"belum twitterfreak kalau belum mimpi tentang twitter. jadi teringat cerita @ALakaUCAY yang mimpi berantem sampe manjat timeline.gusti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu adalah kutipan saya tentang twitter, satu media jejaring sosial yang makin membuat saya addicted sampai saya tidak rela kalau blackberry connection saya mati dan saya gak "ngetweet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter memang menyenangkan, i love twitter. saya juga suka musik (loh). alasan mengapa saya hubung-hubungkan adalah, bagaimana jika itu digabungkan? twitter dan musik. jawabannya adalah, untuk itulah Blip.fm ada. untuk beberapa orang, media ini mungkin sudah tidak asing lagi, tapi karena kemarin-kemarin saya baru tengok lagi, jadi pengen review sedikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blip.fm adalah sebuah situs jejaring sosial, sama-sama microblog, tapi bedanya kalau twitter tidak punya fitur untuk berbagi rich media (harus mengunggah via situs web lain seperti TinyUrl atau Youtube), Blip.fm yang disebut memiliki spesifikasi berbagi rich media berupa file lagu dengan ekstensi MP3. dulu, saya bergabung dengan media ini pada bulan April 2010. belum cukup lama sih, media ini saya gunakan untuk mencontek playlist music director favorit saya, yang menjadi referensi rahasia saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serunya dimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, buat saya serunya adalah ketika kita menjadi dj dan memiliki station radio sendiri. setiap "ngeblip", orang yang menjadi listener kita (kalau twitter itu followers) bisa mendengarkan lagu pilihan kita, termasuk juga, kita bisa mengikuti perkembangan dj favorit kita karena setiap mereka "ngeblip", update lagu-lagu mereka masuk ke timeline kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElcDBwlg1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KMn1V-7ycjs/s1600/blip.fm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElcDBwlg1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KMn1V-7ycjs/s400/blip.fm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497026027263984466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah. Blip.fm is awesome, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;see my Blip.fm's profile &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/maradilla"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2358979233829756861?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2358979233829756861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2358979233829756861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2358979233829756861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2358979233829756861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-15-twitter-for-music.html' title='day #15: Twitter for Music'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TElcbnepcEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I0t0WZhJ31U/s72-c/3341034613_9fed000209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-230949619646819066</id><published>2010-07-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:41:40.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #14 : Green Dolphin Street</title><content type='html'>It began when the most underrated phenomena in the world--curiousity, came all of sudden. I was being curious about A woman-singer, who ever sing "The Look of Love", the cover version of Dusty Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the legend Diana Krall, Gaynor Ellen, Fergie, Diana Ross, Nina Simone, Dionne Warwick, or else. and after an hour of searching plus the drama,the absolute answer came from a good friend of mine, and the dearly mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverley Staunton. &lt;br /&gt;And the melody played in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;not only "The Look of Love", but also another her cover version of nostalgic song, "The Green Dolphin Street". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lover, one lovely day, a love came, planning to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Green dolphin street supplied the setting, the setting for nights beyond forgetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the day when my mother said, "you should hear this, dear, she's such a good singer." and then her good review conspicuously manipulates my curiosity.show me more attraction, mother, make me more curious, because i always believe that curiosity is rarely faked simply because people aren't generally aware that it is such a reliable indicator of attraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's go back to the Beverley Staunton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through these moment apart,love come here in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;when i recall the love i found on&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna kiss the ground i found on Green Dolphin Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me good references, mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEccDjQUj2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mJkBuJ3HS2Q/s1600/pavement_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEccDjQUj2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mJkBuJ3HS2Q/s400/pavement_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496392717557862242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-230949619646819066?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/230949619646819066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=230949619646819066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/230949619646819066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/230949619646819066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-14-green-dolphin-street.html' title='day #14 : Green Dolphin Street'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEccDjQUj2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mJkBuJ3HS2Q/s72-c/pavement_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1269992423854225655</id><published>2010-07-27T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:42:13.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day# 13 : your mind is the scene of the crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEVJZ2qOfoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FgUg8XjYbjU/s1600/zz22344f92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEVJZ2qOfoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FgUg8XjYbjU/s400/zz22344f92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495879628793740930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin saya akan mempertimbangkan, atau bahkan mengiyakan, ketika tawaran untuk menjadi kriminal mimpi itu datang. Sang Ekstraktor. sebuah pekerjaan menggiurkan yang membuat orang mungkin akan merasa, itu bukanlah kejahatan, karena hanya sebatas menjadi tukang intip, seorang tukang intip mimpi. atau hanya sekedar menggenggam tangan seseorang dan mengajaknya bertamasya di alam mimpi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah film yang didasarkan pada keadaan seseorang yang sadar saat bermimpi, kondisi yang disebut dengan lucid dream atau mimpi cerah. Ketika kesempatan untuk menjadi "Oneironautic" itu muncul, tanpa banyak tanya saya akan menjelajahi setiap mimpi orang-orang yang selalu memunculkan banyak tanya, bermain dengan gravitasi, menerobos masuk kedalam lapisan-lapisan yang semakin lama semakin dalam, merampok semua memori yang tidak pernah terkuak, dan mengubahnya, demi sebuah kepentingan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception adalah satu dari sekian banyaknya karya seni tentang mimpi yang membuat saya menjadi ragu, karena dunia ini, seperti yang saya selalu tuduh, terlalu abu. semua bermain dengan permainan pikiran: Memento. Science of Sleep. Vanilla Sky. Matrix. Waking Life. Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind. Being John Malkovich. Insomnia. The Prestige.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak peduli jika saya ternyata tidak hidup dalam sebuah realita. Saya tidak peduli jika kita hidup berdampingan diatas sebuah kesalahan yang tidak nyata. Saya tidak akan mempertanyakan kebodohan orang yang mengunci memori tertentu hanya untuk diratapi semata. Dogma, teori filosofis, semuanya boleh saja berbenturan, tapi jangan usik kebahagiaan saya. dan jangan coba-coba memanipulasi perasaan saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEVHSdhigtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ba_EtmNbu-E/s1600/inception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEVHSdhigtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ba_EtmNbu-E/s400/inception.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495877302764077778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1269992423854225655?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1269992423854225655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1269992423854225655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1269992423854225655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1269992423854225655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-13-your-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html' title='day# 13 : your mind is the scene of the crime.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEVJZ2qOfoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FgUg8XjYbjU/s72-c/zz22344f92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-70487332606152320</id><published>2010-07-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:44:48.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#12 : one and always repeated song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKSxDXs6fI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HCwhEEj372I/s1600/0000627452_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKSxDXs6fI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HCwhEEj372I/s400/0000627452_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495115866761390578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I can't look the other way&lt;br /&gt;There's only you to wonder&lt;br /&gt;And on hard times a doorway leans on days&lt;br /&gt;As though I'm needing you&lt;br /&gt;And some have helped me become older&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you're using me after moving on&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, lost time won't wait&lt;br /&gt;You always took so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving now&lt;br /&gt;All your praising me turned tides all over mine&lt;br /&gt;Are you erasing me&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick from the asylum goes on&lt;br /&gt;Something that has stolen us&lt;br /&gt;Always some&lt;br /&gt;Something that has stolen us&lt;br /&gt;Always some&lt;br /&gt;I put it on you and me and now&lt;br /&gt;I hate it all you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alpha - Lipstick from the asylum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-70487332606152320?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/70487332606152320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=70487332606152320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/70487332606152320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/70487332606152320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day12-one-and-always-repeated-song.html' title='day#12 : one and always repeated song'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKSxDXs6fI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HCwhEEj372I/s72-c/0000627452_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-492862082192299641</id><published>2010-07-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:52:41.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#11 : Retorika</title><content type='html'>Retorika. &lt;br /&gt;(dari bahasa Yunani ῥήτωρ, rhêtôr, orator, teacher)&lt;br /&gt;sebuah teknik pembujuk-rayuan secara persuasi untuk menghasilkan bujukan dengan melalui karakter pembicara, emosional atau argumen (logo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah teknik retorika apa yang dilakukan oleh sesosok makhluk yang satu ini. Entah retorika atau memang ada propaganda dibalik perkataannya. Setiap kita tidak setuju dengan kalimat-kalimat yang keluar dari mulutnya, dia bisa mematahkannya. Entah dia adalah keturunan Kenneth Burke hingga ia mahir dalam hal epideiktik, wacana memuji atau penistaan dengan tujuan memperkuat sifat baik atau sifat buruk seseorang, lembaga maupun gagasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika orang mengingatkan dia yang berwajah muram untuk tertawa, dia bilang, kebahagiaan tidak pernah senantiasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia melihat orang lain kecewa, dia murka. Kenapa  harus meratapi sengsara.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika orang-orang bodoh itu bungkam, dia bilang, untuk apa di dunia ini tercipta tanya. &lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia disodorkan pilihan, dia mengerutkan keningnya, kalau begitu kenapa takdir dari awal harus ditentukan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKJgCnh93I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sCudLtbGPgQ/s1600/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKJgCnh93I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sCudLtbGPgQ/s400/question+mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495105678896920434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-492862082192299641?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/492862082192299641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=492862082192299641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/492862082192299641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/492862082192299641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day11-retorika.html' title='day#11 : Retorika'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TEKJgCnh93I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sCudLtbGPgQ/s72-c/question+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-8149183121913004916</id><published>2010-07-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:57:04.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#10: The Gipsy King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD-9JH8rO8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HLD6SDSoeNk/s1600/34376_439867988884_549618884_6101487_81762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD-9JH8rO8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HLD6SDSoeNk/s400/34376_439867988884_549618884_6101487_81762_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494318034865306562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey to cross the ocean. A long way road to neverland with neverending words. I quit from this Cirque de Soleil, i just wanna leave my identity as a rom, and being Karmen the javanese gypsy women. I have a gypsy heart and willing to travel around and round and round and round. Time, we don't have much time, maybe it's getting closer to the day that has no tomorrow, so let's pick up the caravan and gone. You don't need to read my fortune, we have the faith that we're surrounded by the biggest luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD-92S_le9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/RpM590y21Y0/s1600/3290_95182076292_95152151292_2874330_4825909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD-92S_le9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/RpM590y21Y0/s400/3290_95182076292_95152151292_2874330_4825909_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494318810924415954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filling the empty paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD--igI0kbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KjM7I27571A/s1600/3290_95182081292_95152151292_2874331_6406973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD--igI0kbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KjM7I27571A/s400/3290_95182081292_95152151292_2874331_6406973_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494319570367058354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, why don't you be my companion. you have a perfect picture of a gypsy king in this whole wide world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by: Reza Budi Prabowo, Dylan Sada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-8149183121913004916?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8149183121913004916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=8149183121913004916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8149183121913004916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8149183121913004916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day10-gipsy-king.html' title='day#10: The Gipsy King'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD-9JH8rO8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HLD6SDSoeNk/s72-c/34376_439867988884_549618884_6101487_81762_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-753900005318393671</id><published>2010-07-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:02:11.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #9 Deadline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD3XbiZBkXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SOkTYBClIlg/s1600/tanah-tabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD3XbiZBkXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SOkTYBClIlg/s400/tanah-tabu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493783988550078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah "Tanah Tabu" yang sekedar lewat dan sekedar menjatuhkan bom waktu dan kembali mengagetkan saya yang menjadi latah untuk mengikuti jejak kesuksesan seorang Anindita S.Thayf yang memenangkan kompetisi novel Dewan Kesenian Jakarta. Adalah sebuah pukulan bagi saya mengingat hanya dia satu-satunya orang yang memenangkan kompetisi yang diadakan dua tahun lalu itu, karena topik-topik peserta yang kelewat basi dan terlalu monokrom. Isu keagamaan, melodramatik, dan epigon klise. Mungkin ada rasa malu dan takut ketika saya ingin menyodorkan naskah setengah jadi ini dan menyelesaikan hanya dalam kurun waktu satu bulan (yang menurut saya terlalu singkat) namun keinginan ini terlalu menggebu-gebu. Setidaknya sekali dalam seumur hidup, saya harus memenangkan kompetisi ini. Setidaknya sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September, novel setengah jadi yang belum memiliki judul ini mau tidak mau harus siap. "Absurd Paradiso" (novel kedua saya) juga harus sudah memulai tahap finishing,dengan dibantu oleh teman-teman dari Elsepress (atau Scandal Studio) yang kali ini menawarkan sesuatu yang beda, penerbit mandiri yang siap bertempur dengan keidealismean mereka dalam mewujudkan mimpi-mimpi orang-orang yang ingin berkarya dengan cara yang berbeda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dibalik kepelikannya, ada sesuatu, sesuatu yang terang, menunggu di tahun 2011. Atau bahkan sudah dimulai di penghujung tahun ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-753900005318393671?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/753900005318393671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=753900005318393671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/753900005318393671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/753900005318393671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-deadline.html' title='day #9 Deadline.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD3XbiZBkXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SOkTYBClIlg/s72-c/tanah-tabu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3084137226866663984</id><published>2010-07-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:09:55.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#8 : the terminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD15SGacWAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sg6sJ3deYiQ/s1600/62408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD15SGacWAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sg6sJ3deYiQ/s400/62408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493680472328001538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal Bus Jepara. Ketika tiba di tempat ini, saya teringat kepada satu film yang disutradarai oleh Friðrik þór Friðriksson, yang berjudul "Englar Alheimsins", sebuah film Iceland yang menceritakan kehidupan homeless people di stasiun bus di Reykjavik. film yang sangat menarik, dengan tema yang sangat menarik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal bus, menurut saya, adalah satu tempat yang magis. Tempat yang memiliki filosofi tersendiri. Satu tempat yang membuat orang menunggu. Pergi. Tinggal. Sebuah peradaban berkembang disana. Dari hanya sekedar singgah, atau menggantungkan hidupnya, sebuah terminal menjadi satu tempat yang memiliki arti tersendiri bagi setiap individu yang pernah terkoneksi dengannya. Sebuah paralel, dimana terkadang koneksi antara tempat ini dengan sebuah individu ini begitu kuatnya hingga sebuah terminal selalu dijadikan alasan untuk menjadi penghantar sebuah penantian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pikiran saya kembali berputar. Berapa banyak jiwa yang menunggu jiwa yang lainnya di terminal ini dengan sabar? Berapa banyak jiwa yang tersesat di terminal ini hingga ia memutuskan untuk melakukan hal yang sama dengan Viktor Navorski dalam film "The Terminal", menjadikan persinggahan ini sebagai "rumah" yang bersifat sementara? Dan berapa banyak jiwa yang datang ke terminal ini dan ternyata mendapati, tidak ada jiwa lain yang menunggunya di tempat ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a light in this terminal. you can choose your own bus. either it's ignorance bus, or intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask someone in that terminal, someone you knew, or even stranger, to pick the bus and have  long journey, or you can take the bus alone, let someone waiting for you in in this terminal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3084137226866663984?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3084137226866663984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3084137226866663984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3084137226866663984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3084137226866663984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day7-terminal.html' title='day#8 : the terminal'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TD15SGacWAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sg6sJ3deYiQ/s72-c/62408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6940137033990569561</id><published>2010-07-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:10:54.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#7 : Getaway</title><content type='html'>"Ngelamun ajah," he said. I just smiled and keep looking at the big wave, still thinking over the fact that I have so much in my life to be thankful for and realized that experiences in life is my focus. Sit back and silence. This experience has enlightened me and energized me. I could not have gotten through this season without this kinda getaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait..is this some kinda getaway? What getaway? Running from working environment? The only reason I took this as a getaway actually because running from our city with their issue, in a sense, means that we're running from one's self, and see that as the chief advantage of travelling. The first duty of revolutionary is to get away with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning. This is the last day of trip in karimun jawa. Tanned skin, dirty clothes, a bit souvenirs, and a memory of all of us spending our togetherness in the island that never fail people to say, "it's beautiful". The tour guide once said that there's always foreigners who came and finally decided to stay longer. This is one of those heavens in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go home. Yes it's true when the old saying: reality bites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6940137033990569561?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6940137033990569561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6940137033990569561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6940137033990569561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6940137033990569561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day7-getaway.html' title='day#7 : Getaway'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5701540679332753196</id><published>2010-07-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:14:29.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#6 : truth or dare</title><content type='html'>Suatu ketika kita memulai permainan itu. Truth or dare. Beberapa kali saya memilih dare, karena saya tahu, kamu ingin berusaha mengintip lapisan yang saya buat dengan sengaja. &lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu memulai untuk lebih banyak memilih truth, saya mulai berpikir, kenapa lapisan ini tidak dibiarkan untuk bisa diintip sedikit saja?&lt;br /&gt;So truth. Or dare. Saya tidak peduli harus memilih apa. Or let's play just dare,karena siapa tau antara saya dan kamu, tidak akan pernah ada truth yg terkuak.&lt;br /&gt;This is only a game, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we just being teenagers? Playing truth or dare, while you're drinking too much ‎​beers, and pretend that you're drunk and tell me the truest truth, when actually you're completely sober?&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah tantangan yang sejati adalah bagaimana kita bisa memenuhinya, no matter how silly or nasty it is, dan sebuah pengakuan "ya atau tidak" atas pertanyaan "truth" yang tidak berbuntut panjang.&lt;br /&gt;Every probable truth validates itself with truth or lie. You know how discover which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, teman kita mengusulkan permainan ini lagi. Mungkin kita hanya bisa berpandangan, karena kita memiliki pengalaman buruk tentang permainan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Not the game, but the moment during the game. We wished (that time) the game was longer, we could forgot what issue that we had behind the game. &lt;br /&gt;Dan kali ini, kita hanya bisa sama-sama tersenyum. It's a lame game anyway, lame game yang bisa menjebak kadar kepercayaan orang, dan berubah menjadi berbahaya ketika kita terlalu sportif memainkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Atau, sekalian saja, truth or truth, we know we have too much questions, and seeking too much answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin sekali saya beberkan sebuah "truth" ketika kita memainkannya.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I don't need to play this such of game to realized you have too much truth that you will never revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more truth or dare sooorrryy, I had fun though. Let's just play another lame game.&lt;br /&gt;Spin spin spin spin the bottle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5701540679332753196?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5701540679332753196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5701540679332753196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5701540679332753196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5701540679332753196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day6-truth-or-dare.html' title='day#6 : truth or dare'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-9113884581870266025</id><published>2010-07-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:20:06.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day #5 : stars</title><content type='html'>That each star is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they somehow seem to follow some kind of physics.&lt;br /&gt;There’s this law in physics that two objects cannot occupy the same space, &lt;br /&gt;that even if you put one on top of the other, it wouldn’t count as "the same space"…you get the picture…and &lt;br /&gt;I am quite certain that this law of physics is applicable to those twinkling seemingly miniscule dots in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Curious and magnificent how the laws of physics transcend space and time in this aspect. &lt;br /&gt;But I, being so poor in physics, couldn’t really explain quite intelligently. Perhaps an attempt philosophically would be more Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So science of the stars aside, stars also represent hope.Or greatness.Or a reminder of how insignficant we proud beings are. It represents a kind of calculus, and in Quentin Lauer’s words, "always approaching but never achieving a complete grasp." They are simply out there too far to hold, grounding us, telling us that we can never really attain utmost perfection because it is merely an ideal.An abstraction. Have you seen perfection? I know I haven’t. But that does not discourage us from seeking it, as the proverb goes, "hitch your wagon to a star". Yet you may argue that it is then futile if there exist no perfection. But in seeking perfection, in striving for it, we become approximates of it, possibly fleeting reflections of it. If you think about it,if all the powers of the universe and beyond conspired with you to make you all perfect, what’s next for you? Would you simply float and boast of your ultimacy? You would become nothing but stagnant. Nothing anymore than the adjective perfection.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Terinspirasi dari langit karimun jawa yang bintangnya masih bisa dipuji-puji super lebay :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-9113884581870266025?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9113884581870266025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=9113884581870266025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9113884581870266025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9113884581870266025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-stars.html' title='day #5 : stars'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5288322039781781646</id><published>2010-07-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:26:12.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>day#4 : word of the day.</title><content type='html'>Tantivy.&lt;br /&gt;(Tan-TI-vee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjective: swift;rapid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adverb: at full gallop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun: a rush, a gallop, or stampede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interjection: used as a hunting cry when the chase is at full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your destiny to pick your own word of the day. It became my daily mundane to open the dictionary.com and pick up the words of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Now,"Tantivy" is my new friend, and either it will be forgotten,or will be stayed in this mind for such a long time, I decide to make a sentence &lt;br /&gt;to appreciate this newly invention: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you, galloping tantivy over this dusty talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about you? Did u ever do just like I do? Found a newly vocab, and make it as a destiny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5288322039781781646?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5288322039781781646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5288322039781781646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5288322039781781646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5288322039781781646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day4-word-of-day.html' title='day#4 : word of the day.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5603589812120026388</id><published>2010-07-17T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:28:10.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>day#3 Creature of Habits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDZ-R55VfCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o0urjwp6lPY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDZ-R55VfCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o0urjwp6lPY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491715641689078818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memakan gorengan di pagi hari selepas morning show. Memesan menu yang sama di dapur eyang. Lupa mencabut colokan setrikaan. Ketinggalan kunci. Melirik bb setiap bangun pagi. Berkaca ketika menyetir. Tidur dengan TV menyala. Welcome, to the one who is extremely used to their own habits and does not function well without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kita semua mengalaminya. Ada yang datang ke salon, dengan habit yang selalu sama: creambath, krim strawberry, scrub punggung, sambil dicreambath memesan baso tahu dan teh botol. selalu seperti itu. And it's just one of the example. I think as humans we all are creatures of one habit or another. there are just certain things that we must do each day for our lives to run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa hari itu saya memesan menu yang berbeda di dapur eyang. Teliti mencabut colokan setrikaan sehingga tidak dimarahi sang ayah yang kerap kesal. Tidak melirik bb. Tidak bolak-balik ketinggalan kunci mobil. Tidak berkaca ketika menyetir. Tidur dalam hening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin saya tidak sendiri. Melawan ciri khas orang sebagai "makhluk kebiasaan", hari itu, mungkin dia tidak menonton ESPN malam itu. mungkin sepasang suami istri itu tidak berendam bersama sambil bercengkrama sebelum waktu tidur, mungkin anak itu tidak minta dibacakan cerita upin-ipin setiap kali mogok makan, ada kalanya kita ingin melawan kebiasaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this lately i had another habit, which is smiling everytime i saw the notification. either messenger (especially email-notification), and it keeps me being a creature of habits. And i knew, that next day, when i againts my daily habitual action, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDZ-5GpYR3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DvR5N_1MZl0/s1600/amy_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDZ-5GpYR3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DvR5N_1MZl0/s320/amy_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716315126712178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5603589812120026388?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5603589812120026388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5603589812120026388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5603589812120026388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5603589812120026388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day3-creature-of-habits.html' title='day#3 Creature of Habits.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDZ-R55VfCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o0urjwp6lPY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7948528359438854687</id><published>2010-07-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:29:54.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>day#2 : 11 : 11</title><content type='html'>use it as an excuse to make a wish. terkadang saya bertemu dengan si kembar ini selama lima hari berturut-turut. kadang tidak bertemu dalam waktu yang cukup lama. they say, seeing 11:11 frequently creates synchronicities in your life. or maybe it's just another sign to remind you, that you will note it as a luck, or pure coincidence. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;membaca makna-makna dibalik 11:11, saya pikir semua itu terlalu filosofis. saya hanya sekedar menyukai hal-hal yang berbau kebetulan. Dari mulai konsep idealisme hidup sampai dengan perkumpulan pecinta angka kembar, alasan itu terlalu banyak, padahal alasan saya menyukai angka itu memang simple saja. melihat 11:11 adalah sebuah kebetulan yang menyenangkan. and the rest of the story of this 11:11, keep it secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lately, i don't see this numeric twins around, until today. where have you been, mate? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDSkjrYafQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jObUzBV_QoQ/s1600/avec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDSkjrYafQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jObUzBV_QoQ/s320/avec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491194778518977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the image taken from &lt;a href="http://fazzino.wordpress.com/2008/09/07/the-best-post-secrets/avec/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7948528359438854687?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7948528359438854687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7948528359438854687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7948528359438854687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7948528359438854687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day2-11-11.html' title='day#2 : 11 : 11'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDSkjrYafQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jObUzBV_QoQ/s72-c/avec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6793090804174029496</id><published>2010-07-15T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:46:08.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>Day #1 : Once, there's a person said : This Is Your Future House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM_agaSf4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wFEGqU6z30Q/s1600/TheSelbyLogo_10_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM_agaSf4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wFEGqU6z30Q/s320/TheSelbyLogo_10_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490802095304114050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll understand on why that i'm gonna invite this person to my house, your house, our house, whoever you are. i don't care if you're gonna build a ball house. or grass ceiling house. or hobbit house. or kettle house. or pink castle. or pumpkin house. or sphere house. or round house. or shoe house. and people could see the reflection of ourselves when they see our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're becoming artist of our life when it comes to house-building. and this. you have to promise me that someday we'll inviting this person to our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-czomWJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g9-laTd67uc/s1600/4_12_09_lucy_Duffycrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-czomWJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g9-laTd67uc/s400/4_12_09_lucy_Duffycrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490801035312519314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-g9ASUFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v_0FhLvwYwI/s1600/10_09_08_Celestine_Harry3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-g9ASUFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v_0FhLvwYwI/s400/10_09_08_Celestine_Harry3126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490801106547265618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-gYcX2aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/39XeMi0BFE0/s1600/10_08_08_fergus_caroline8877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-gYcX2aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/39XeMi0BFE0/s400/10_08_08_fergus_caroline8877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490801096732957090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-fFsaw7I/AAAAAAAAAII/eMoOvCVxQ44/s1600/9_21_09_DanShannan09536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-fFsaw7I/AAAAAAAAAII/eMoOvCVxQ44/s400/9_21_09_DanShannan09536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490801074520114098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-czomWJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g9-laTd67uc/s1600/4_12_09_lucy_Duffycrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM-czomWJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g9-laTd67uc/s400/4_12_09_lucy_Duffycrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490801035312519314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me that you're going to make &lt;a href="http://www.theshelby.com"&gt;mr.shelby&lt;/a&gt; impressed. and someday, we're going to say, "honey, our house and our life, even with the dust, it's perfect."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6793090804174029496?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6793090804174029496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6793090804174029496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6793090804174029496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6793090804174029496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-once-theres-person-said-this-is.html' title='Day #1 : Once, there&apos;s a person said : This Is Your Future House.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TDM_agaSf4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wFEGqU6z30Q/s72-c/TheSelbyLogo_10_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6362493351549236553</id><published>2010-07-03T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:30:27.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Hari Menulis'/><title type='text'>#30hari menulis: shall we start it dear?</title><content type='html'>Berawal dari ajakan Theoresia Rhumte yang bilang, "dil, ayok kita galakkan 30 hari nulis postingan di blog!" Mendengar ajakan itu, saya sempat berpikir, rrr...i don't know. saya punya blog lain atau tulisan-tulisan lain yang harus saya pertanggung-jawabkan. Tapi setelah dipikir-pikir, apa salahnya dengan menyisihkan satu postingan stiap harinya selama 30 hari. Toh saya juga tidak membuat postingan tentang asal-muasal gerakan neo-liberalisme, yang saya lakukan hanyalah sama seperti yang biasa yang saya lakukan: mengembangkan satu pernyataan kecil yang terkadang meletup-letup di otak saya menjadi sebuah postingan blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebenarnya apa alasan yang membuat saya harus berpikir dua kali menanggapi ajakan ini? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman saya pernah bilang, agar kita konsisten dengan karya-karya idealis kita, jangan sampai menjadikan menulis sebagai pekerjaan utama. Penulis novel yang berprofesi sebagai kolumnis. Atau penulis cerpen yang berprofesi sebagai editor majalah. Katanya, tidak akan fokus. Terlalu sering berkutat dengan tulisan, tulisan, tulisan, tulisan. Akhirnya jenuh. Writer's block. Ah, tapi, bagaimana ya. Tawaran ini cukup menggiurkan. Cukup membuat saya tertantang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 hari menulis. satu hari satu posting. dan itu dilakukan berturut-turut. saya jadi berpikir, ini dia dilla, waktunya kamu mencoba untuk mau diuji, termasuk kategori manakah hubungan kamu dengan dunia tulis-menulis itu? Tahan banting? Rapuh? Datar-datar saja? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, theo, gina. i'm in. Let's start this challange! *ketok palu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6362493351549236553?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6362493351549236553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6362493351549236553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6362493351549236553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6362493351549236553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/30hari-menulis-shall-we-start-it-dear.html' title='#30hari menulis: shall we start it dear?'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7371242524919783179</id><published>2010-06-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:38:14.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Perpetual Doubt Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Menjadi orang impulsif bukanlah perkara gampang. Yang pasti, saya pernah mendengar, ada orang-orang yang diberikan "anugerah" berupa kemampuan untuk tidak pernah meragukan dirinya sendiri. Sounds good on paper? Maybe it is, or maybe just like I believe, that those who never doubt themselves made more mistakes than those who think like A LOT. Walaupun saya memang harus mengakui, saya sering mengalami kenyataan bahwa saya ceroboh dan mengambil keputusan yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do too- do what we have all done: moved too fast when we should have stay true to our heart, foolishly convincing ourselves that every decision that we made is what we need and what we want. Solved? Not always, even today's solution could be tomorrow's problem. Bahkan akhir-akhir ini saya semakin berpikir, bahwa diluar proses pendewasaan saya, pemikiran-pemikiran ini semakin bertumbuh liar. Tujuan, masa depan, semua semakin buram. Cita-cita yg terlalu banyak, impian-impian yg kadang saya anggap mustahilpun semakin menumpuk. Termasuk harapan saya akan seseorang yg bisa genggam tangan saya ketika saya berlari terlalu cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntungnya, saya selalu mencoba untuk membuang rasa takut gagal. At least trying. The challenge is wholeness. Being seamless. Finding comfort while discovering alertness. Balance. Admitting that there may be more to learn than fear of past, the previous thought. Selalu berusaha untuk mengalah dari arogansi diri yg hanya mendengarkan kata hati pribadi. Akhirnya setiap saya pergi, maka koper saya pun isinya tidak terlalu banyak: my intellectual confidence from my past experiences, and heart-centered confidence which means trusting in the present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal lagi yg saya baru temukan: not to be over-idealistic, seperti satu konsep yg saya anut: sesuatu yg sudah sampai pada tahap "baiklah sampai disini saja" maka tidak boleh ada lagi kelanjutannya. Bagaimana jika sebenarnya ada hal yang tidak dapat dipaksakan untuk selesai? Maka ending itu berupa titik yang memiliki ekor yang tidak terlihat. Sebenarnya masih koma. Pada akhirnya I become someone precisely called "the keeper", forgot that yin-yang doesn't have grey separator line. Lost in circle. Maka, konsep itu saya revisi. Titik tanpa ekor akan selalu menjadi titik, namun titik yang sebenarnya adalah koma tidak bisa ditinggalkan begitu saja. Bahkan hukum di negara kita pun mengenal "peninjauan kembali" untuk mengkoreksi kebohongan atau bukti baru yg sebelumnya ditutup-tutupi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get lost with manner, without forbidding what the faith trying to tell you. Sebelum titk final itu. Tidak ada salahnya dengan konsisten atas niat baik yg sudah direalisasikan setengah jalan, sama seperti pembuktian good impression seorang pegawai ketika ia bilang, "I'm a fastlearner and have many work-experiences" dalam sebuah walking interview. Tidak perlu berhenti dalam situasi yang masih berupa asumsi dan bukan keputusan yang pasti. Bukan kebenaran seperti itu yang kita harapkan, karena disitulah lambat laun kita mengalami lingkaran permasalahan yang sama. Perpetual doubt syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, after all, whatever it is, to be, or not to be, it can always be better, it could be better. You've been better. Remember that you'll be fine, with or without someone who now will accompany you until that someone saw the finished line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to finally breathe but still having you around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7371242524919783179?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7371242524919783179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7371242524919783179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7371242524919783179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7371242524919783179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/perpetual-doubt-syndrome.html' title='Perpetual Doubt Syndrome'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5641870209436235152</id><published>2010-06-15T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:02:21.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Rasuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sebuah titik mendobrak dimensi keterkejutan. Setahuku dia sedang berada di Irlandia. Dan sekarang, dia hadir, menjadi pengganti kehadirannya yang biasanya hanya berupa kata, ekspresi dan makna emoticon belaka. Percuma dia mengenakan pakaian hitam-hitam, karena senyumnya seketika memusnahkan rasa duka.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hari itu adalah hari dimana ayahku meninggal dunia, dan dia sengaja datang untuk berbela-sungkawa. Tersenyum. Sambil merangkul hangat. Berbagi kata-kata bijaksana yang ia dapat dari nasehat neneknya tercinta. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Verdure"&lt;/span&gt;, bisik sahabatku mengomentari kedatangannya. Terlalu magis memang, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;verdure&lt;/span&gt;. Seakan-akan dia tidak pernah mengalami kegelisahan bahkan masa suram. Tapi nyatanya karena dia, suatu hari aku pernah berteriak, reality, i dare you to come and bite me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukanlah yang pertama kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan yang kedua kali. Bukan yang ketiga kali. Kalau sudah lebih dari tujuh kali, aku mulai mencurigainya sebagai sosok yang hadir dari dunia hiperrealitas. Ini kali keempat dia datang, dan membuka luka lama sebagai kekasih lama. Lima tahun berlalu, dan selama lima tahun itulah dia sesekali hadir dalam suatu senja, bercerita. Breaking the ice when we've got nothing to say. Selalu aku yang tertegun, bagaimana bisa aku begitu saja menerima muntahan humor estetisnya, ocehan filusufnya, sementara dia cukup puas dengan senyumku yang jumawa. Breaking the ice, and the next feeling we're just like a newlywed, during their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;honeymoon on ice&lt;/span&gt;, even that's just another way to hell through a bridge of heaven, karena seperti biasa, dia akan mengakhirinya dengan, "Jangan terlalu banyak berharap, karena itu akan membuatku menjadi seorang pencetak mimpi yang tidak ada bedanya dengan tukang obat". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka aku hanya bisa menelan kata-katanya bulat-bulat. Another story about that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;irish girl&lt;/span&gt;, this irish boy, how's the life without people's intervention, including mine, especially mine.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai ketika sebuah kenyataan lain berbicara. Ternyata akulah sang pencetak mimpi, bukan dia. Ketika aku berkata bahwa kematian ayah memutuskanku untuk pergi berkelana, dia memberontak dengan keras. "Jangan", pintanya dengan sangat. Dia bilang, ibarat pohon tua, kehadiranku sudah terlalu mengakar di kota tua ini. "Jangan pergi. You cannot pull up the roots. your roots, with our story, our city, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;our roots&lt;/span&gt;". Mungkin dia khawatir, dia tidak akan pernah bisa mendatangiku lagi untuk bercerita. Aku terdiam. Maaf. Hanya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; itu yang aku ingin dengar, dan aku tidak akan pernah pergi. Tapi dia hanya memintaku untuk tinggal, tanpa menyebutkan kata itu, walaupun aku tidak pernah meminta. Biarkan aku pergi, ucapku padanya. Mungkin aku akan pergi ke India, Mesir, Amerika, atau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Berlin&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi tidak Irlandia. Aku akan melakukan sebuah revolusi. I'm gonna be the man with a new qualified of modern &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;noble savage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan terjadilah peristiwa yang terjadi untuk pertama kalinya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tangisnya pun pecah menderau-derau. Baru kali ini aku melihatnya demikian. Ada sebuah rasa bangga yang menyeruak diantara kesedihan. Ternyata penderitaan ini menjadi sebuah kesalahan. Tidak perlu kata untuk menjelaskan, karena &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;derau dan kesalahan&lt;/span&gt; telah membuatku menjadi tahu, tangisnya menandakan bahwa pendongeng itu adalah kekasihku sepanjang masa. I will always have her heart. Ketika lima tahun menjadi waktu yang dirasa terlalu terburu-buru, aku akhirnya berkata, "Biarkanlah kebebasan ini mengalir, because one day, i'll &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fight the future&lt;/span&gt; for you.", dan dalam hati aku menambahkan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pergi, meninggalkannya. Ketika wajah kekasihku meninggalkan sebuah tanya tanpa kata, akhirnya aku menyerah dan berpesan padanya,&lt;br /&gt;"Temui aku di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Malino&lt;/span&gt;, 22 maret 2012." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disitulah akhir semua perkara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TBdhUdahJEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tOtqfGDvRdo/s1600/rasuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TBdhUdahJEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tOtqfGDvRdo/s320/rasuk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482958075467998274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         15 juni 2010,&lt;br /&gt;                                              (inspired by the album &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Rasuk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Trees and The Wild&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5641870209436235152?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5641870209436235152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5641870209436235152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5641870209436235152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5641870209436235152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/rasuk.html' title='Rasuk'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/TBdhUdahJEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tOtqfGDvRdo/s72-c/rasuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1499003313156871000</id><published>2010-06-13T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:56:44.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts to be blinded</title><content type='html'>These days, it’s all about passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about drive, and inspiration, and I maybe even hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all it’s about the new and the unsure and the going beyond my "safety zone". The letting go of the past but surely not its forgetting. Because there are always always lessons to be learned (and as much as possible never repeated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that there are just some things you just cannot change. Like that everyday shuttling from home to work or the flickering of the computer screen or the food you eat at the cafeteria. But there ARE (after all) things that make the day something. simply reading a good book. listening music. I have only recently discovered that passion does start with a spark and eventually illuminates life. I have also only so recently found passion in the mundane yet extraordinary. And I thank God so much for those moments. I am beginning to find something to smile about, to laugh about, to look forward to. It’s like doing things for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did something for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve become so jaded (as Aerosmith’s song goes) that we forget the giddiness and the natural high that comes with doing something we love. I know A LOT of people share my sentiments. That routine is simply crazy. I hear you. Find something, anything that makes you feel brand new ( was that lame or was that lame?hehehe).But that’s so true no matter how boyband-ish it may sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was inspired by the women of Sex and The city, how they look older but still beautiful, whereas they’re already in their late 30s! And I think the common factor was that they lived and loved with passion and did things they enjoyed. And it shows, really. No anti-ageing product can achieve such effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who forget how it is to have teeny-weeny spark in you, get in touch with an old friend, read your old diary, or listen to your favourite song. And maybe then you’ll remember how it felt like (and perhaps do something about it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be blinded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1499003313156871000?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1499003313156871000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1499003313156871000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1499003313156871000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1499003313156871000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts-to-be-blinded.html' title='Thoughts to be blinded'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3687005153345620265</id><published>2010-05-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:28:13.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utopia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sebuah Percakapan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S_vxaK05cLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mLePukATpjQ/s1600/holding-hands-photography-535693_1280_10242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S_vxaK05cLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mLePukATpjQ/s320/holding-hands-photography-535693_1280_10242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235203884085426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUATU HARI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when the past is simply a point of reference, all in a sudden it's like, a person came from another dimention. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i come in peace&lt;/span&gt;, he said, just like an alien. my name is mr.what's-in-a-name. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PEGANG TANGAN SAYA,&lt;/span&gt; ajak dia sambil tersenyum. as if we start holding on together, the more i know, the more this world getting misterously beautiful. simply hold become arm and hand intertwinings. What are you? hey mr.oh-i-don't-care-about-your-name-then, please have a little responsibility. here's my little situation. by the time you hold me tight, i cannot verbalize my own happiness. you, strangely made me happy. i wish i could hold the explotion here. i even can't say i love you, though i already did, am, and who knows will still. blame my most precious defense mechanisms. but with you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PELUK SAYA,&lt;/span&gt; saya minta. hug me with your fear, my fear, our fear. we're not a person who bring rain clouds on a leash and "share" it with others. we live in a world where everyone has a role with their great elaborate scripts. maybe this time, even for a while, i’m throwing in my manuscripts and demanding a break from the director, i want everything just as it is, impulsive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3687005153345620265?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3687005153345620265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3687005153345620265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3687005153345620265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3687005153345620265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/sebuah-percakapan.html' title='Sebuah Percakapan.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S_vxaK05cLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mLePukATpjQ/s72-c/holding-hands-photography-535693_1280_10242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7390144038250800125</id><published>2010-04-27T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T03:46:23.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMOGENIC'/><title type='text'>Homogenic On The Move!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S9a1aC1opzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V6ot2fgMcFA/s1600/HOMOGENIC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S9a1aC1opzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V6ot2fgMcFA/s320/HOMOGENIC4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464754656903735090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir-akhir ini saya mempunyai cerita baru. mungkin perhatian saya akan terbagi-bagi (walaupun sebelumnya sudah terbagi-bagi), tapi ini adalah satu hal yang memang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;the newest news is my sister, Amandia Syachridar becoming the new vocalist of &lt;a href="http://homogenicworld.com"&gt;HOMOGENIC&lt;/a&gt; dari situlah nepotisme terjadi. saya, yang kebetulan senang menulis, diberikan kesempatan untuk menceritakan perjalanan mereka, dan saya yang kebetulan (sekedar) senang menyanyi, diminta bantuan untuk menjadi backing vocal mereka. that simple, and it's totally fun!! &lt;br /&gt;ingin tau lebih banyak tentang perjalanan HOMOGENIC sekarang? you can click &lt;a href="http://homogeniconthemove.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so welcome to my new world. welcome to my new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7390144038250800125?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7390144038250800125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7390144038250800125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7390144038250800125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7390144038250800125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/homogenic-on-move.html' title='Homogenic On The Move!!'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S9a1aC1opzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V6ot2fgMcFA/s72-c/HOMOGENIC4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-240737999451795677</id><published>2010-04-07T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:13:25.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>Mereka dan Partikel Es</title><content type='html'>Badai besar partikel es itu masih terus berlangsung ketika dia tahu, pada akhirnya hanya dia sendiri yang tersisa sebagai manusia. Hanya dia yang diberikan anugerah untuk bisa bertahan dari aksi genosida yang dilakukan oleh dewa air itu. Sebuah bencana yang berakhir dikala senja, dan tidak ada gunanya memperingatkan orang-orang. Mimpinya telah berteriak memperingatkan, berusaha mendahului kenyataan yang terlambat tiba. dia menggigil hebat dan menangis sejadi-jadinya, tapi air matanya sudah lama bersahabat  pena dengan armada hujan yang menyerang, ajang pertemuan diantara keduanya berubah menjadi satu keajaiban mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada orang yang percaya padanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segerombolan kristal air beku itu menyerang langsung ke lubuk manusia. manusia tidak akan menyangka bahwa merekalah yang dibuat binasa. bagaimana bisa sebuah bentuk keindahan sederhana itu murka akibat rasa kecewa terhadap manusia yang menelantarkan mereka. ketika jiwa manusia itu satu-persatu padam, hanya dia manusia yang tersisa, menyaksikan semua pemandangan pedih dihadapannya. Ketika satu persatu cahaya kehidupan itu lenyap, dia semakin mengerti, hujan telah memberinya kehidupan dalam kesepian. kini bukan hanya air mata. hati, tubuh, semua yang tersisa dalam dirinya ikut meleleh dalam hujan yang kini merangkulnya hangat. setidaknya ia bersama hujan yang sekarang menjadi bagian dari dirinya. apapun dan siapapun yang pergi dan hilang, telah tiada untuknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu pertanyaan yang terus berkecamuk: mengapa hujan telah memilihnya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada yang tahu, tidak ada yang menyangka, termasuk mimpi yang telah menjadi pembawa pesan keputusan pilah-pilih manusia mana yang boleh bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada yang tahu, kecuali satu : riak air yang tempo hari secara tidak sengaja telah memergoki senyuman seorang manusia yang paling tulus kepada kubangan kotor yang menggenang didepan rumahnya. dia melapor pada dewa air dan berkata, kita sudah menemukan seseorang yang menyayangi kita apa adanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika senja tiba, dimana hujan es mengguyur bumi dan partikel air menghapus semuanya, dia tahu, hanya dia yang tersisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-240737999451795677?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/240737999451795677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=240737999451795677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/240737999451795677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/240737999451795677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/mereka-dan-partikel-es.html' title='Mereka dan Partikel Es'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6929304067822884774</id><published>2010-03-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:41:20.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekedar curhat'/><title type='text'>The Ephermal Sunshine of The Blemished Mind</title><content type='html'>broadcasting sometimes could be one of the best remedy. you share it with your listeners, you play the song that suits your feeling. it was touch and go. and when a broadcaster going through their difficult times, it's hilarious how you turn on the radio and even the most cliché things perfectly capture how you feel them. And then you realize why people wrote those songs. we're not special. we're humanbeings. hopefully, as a listener, you get a feeling like you understand a moment when you just can't get away from your problems. you leave your house, you're driving down the road, you're going to do something different, and all of a sudden you hear, oh, here's their story on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S487CxCt7MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K9-zwIhABlI/s1600-h/Separation_Edvard_Munch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S487CxCt7MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K9-zwIhABlI/s320/Separation_Edvard_Munch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444635393224731842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edvard munch - separation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me keep this memory of us singing this song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i wanna relish the moment.when we're lying in my bed. smoking watched the sun rising and inhaling each other's scents. open the windows. and let the breeze touch our skin. open your eyes. let's make it worth waiting. your whispers were spellbinding. your kisses infatuating. your caress was my oasis your whispers were bewitching. your kisses mesmerized me. your caress was my oasis. when I gently touched your hair. i could feel you're shivering as you moved your body closer i could feel that love had come. your whispers were spellbinding. your kisses infatuating. your caress was my oasis your whispers were bewitching. your kisses mesmerized me. your caress was my oasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"dew" by santamonica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm ready for the next chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6929304067822884774?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6929304067822884774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6929304067822884774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6929304067822884774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6929304067822884774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/ephermal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='The Ephermal Sunshine of The Blemished Mind'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S487CxCt7MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K9-zwIhABlI/s72-c/Separation_Edvard_Munch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7241757658641827007</id><published>2010-02-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:11:04.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekedar curhat'/><title type='text'>the premature decision.</title><content type='html'>my brother once told me wisely, that sometimes, a good separation came from a silent trigger. you can see the symptoms. constant changes, hidden distraction (you name it, brah!). we had our long conversation about something that keeps running on our head, about decision and conclusion of our own life.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate our beautiful mind. for what i agree, i believe, that, a grown-up relationship will need an innermost contemplation, a something that could arrange your present love, while probably solitude will arrange itself (i said probably). sooo........talking about mine?&lt;br /&gt;he was looking at me sadly. he knew. "go on sis, tell me" he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the thing is, i have this difficulties to explain on why i should see that, this is not a failure, no, but more like force majeure. as a grown up relationship trying to be, this may be the most massive struggle we've ever done to really make it works. the dangerous phase where actually everything is fun but vaguely not fine, all covered up in a perfect beautiful package. we're not a coin who has a different side that complete each other, we're the same side. you can see another version of me in him. totally. we reach at a point when i finally realized that this is the war. the war that we don't made, this is the tragicomedy story that we can't see clearly. once again, (i hate to say this) this relationship stays in purgatory (purgatory, brah, ring a bell of something? dante alighiery?hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blame me, for being the trigger. i had to. i refuse to fall into the same hole. shit happens but we're no longer in the kindergarten where kermit from sesame street taught us a simple and honest message, please step aside. see the different between childhood and adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were right my brother, i have to take the premature decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7241757658641827007?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7241757658641827007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7241757658641827007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7241757658641827007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7241757658641827007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/premature-decision.html' title='the premature decision.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6339772135634938801</id><published>2010-02-03T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:30:19.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>curhat sebuah pena</title><content type='html'>Terima kasih sudah menjadikan saya sebuah pena yang siap menggambar secarik kertas kehidupan. Bergerilya dan berseluncur menorehkan tinta memang mengasyikkan, tapi terkadang saya tidak tahu bagaimana caranya untuk menghapus kesalahan-kesalahan yang seringkali saya buat. Hati saya terkadang sesak, ketika melihat tinta-tinta yang saya ciptakan mengembara entah kemana, berlari dari lintasan yang telah diciptakan oleh Dia. Sudah menjadi rahasia yang tidak lagi lagi menjadi rahasia, bahwa tangan halus itu hanya sesekali mendatangi saya. Sisanya kasar dan berjiwa eksperimental, tanpa perhitungan, pundak saya terbebani oleh akarnya yang menjalar liar, menancap di ujung tombak pena, meniup dan mengisi ulang tinta-tinta kebenaran dengan tinta yang entah terbuat dari apa. Tubuh saya berisi tinta oplosan. Kertas itu menjadi terkontaminasi, namun penuh warna. Terkadang menjadi indah, terkadang merusak sesuatu yang sudah seharusnya seperti itu adanya. Hati saya makin berdegup kencang, sudah cukup. Tintanya. Jangan tiup lagi. Nanti luber. Berantakan. Kertas kehidupan ini dikhawatirkan makin hancur hingga siap diremas dan dibuang ke tong sampah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada Dia yang telah menjadikan saya sebuah pena yang tidak sempurna. Memberikan saya kesempatan kedua berupa kertas kehidupan lainnya yang dapat saya beri warna. Suatu hari, akan saya usap air mata kekecewaan yang bercampur dengan kebahagiaan yang tidak kasat mata menetes di pipinya yang tidak berwujud: bahwa pena ini berantakan, namun sudah dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terinspirasi dari quote Mother Theresa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6339772135634938801?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6339772135634938801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6339772135634938801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6339772135634938801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6339772135634938801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/curhat-sebuah-pena.html' title='curhat sebuah pena'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-139399665248067719</id><published>2010-01-28T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:48:37.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ealaaah'/><title type='text'>For you slasher lover</title><content type='html'>saya memiliki teman baru.&lt;br /&gt;seorang teman lama memperkenalkannya kepada saya. kulitnya pucat. saya kira dia belum makan, ternyata dia memang tidak memerlukannya. setelah lama berkenalan, barulah saya mengenal siapa dia sebenarnya. saya masih mau berteman dengannya kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FtRInGOEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5YhIioNj8cQ/s1600-h/zombie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FtRInGOEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5YhIioNj8cQ/s320/zombie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431742766722201666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah ini dia teman saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena dia malu-malu, saya akan menyuarakan isi hatinya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia berkata:&lt;br /&gt;Silakan sakiti hati saya, saya tidak peduli. Silakan kuliti harga diri saya, saya tidak pernah merasa memiliki. Silakan penggal kepala saya, saya tidak membutuhkannya, silakan tusuk, cincang, rajam, potong-potong menjadi dadu kecil, sepertinya saya masih bisa bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;saya adalah seorang zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FvX3cjcTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/o2GXP2M8_vY/s1600-h/zombie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FvX3cjcTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/o2GXP2M8_vY/s320/zombie4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431745081396916530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FvXaQwZJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sZpcGulEyCg/s1600-h/zombie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FvXaQwZJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sZpcGulEyCg/s320/zombie3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431745073562805394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a decaying re-animated corpse turned into irresistible cuddly plush. Rip off an arm... he doesn't mind. Tear him in half.. he'll barely notice. Pull off his legs... ok now he's getting a bit annoyed. Steal his brain... now you've really done it. Keep your teddy bears under close guard tonight because undead plush have come back from hell to walk the earth. you can find him &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/ac4a/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we're having some long conversation, he confessed, even for zombie, they still have a heart in their devilish look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-139399665248067719?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/139399665248067719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=139399665248067719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/139399665248067719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/139399665248067719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-you-slasher-lover.html' title='For you slasher lover'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S2FtRInGOEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5YhIioNj8cQ/s72-c/zombie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1128169783274937313</id><published>2010-01-22T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:02:10.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>Prophecy</title><content type='html'>Dia berusaha menghindari dan menyangkal apa yang telah dikatakan peramal sialan itu. dia berusaha untuk tidak menangis, tapi beberapa yg dikatakan oleh peramal itu memang benar kenyataannya. saya berusaha meyakinkan dia, itu semua hanya kebetulan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puhleeeze.&lt;/span&gt; . jangan percaya wanita gipsy itu. dia adalah makhluk yang tidak dapat diandalkan.saya ingin memeluknya kemudian mengguncang-guncang tubuhnya, get real! get real! tapi saya juga takut dia akan menghardik balik, "coming from you??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka ingatan saya kembali pada hari itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S1mZCyI2RGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CAY5YJVnmnY/s1600-h/john+hogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S1mZCyI2RGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CAY5YJVnmnY/s320/john+hogue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429539098869515362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Hogue.&lt;br /&gt;dia adalah seorang paranormal modern yang memadukan bakat istimewanya melihat masa depan dengan ilmu geopolitik Norm Chormsky. ketika ia mengeluarkan ramalan bahwa kita akan mengalami (lagi) perang dunia, dimana perang yang dimaksud adalah perang antara mother nature dengan humanity. saya lantas memandang hal tersebut dengan pandangan skeptis, perlukah kita mendengar hal yang sudah pasti terjadi tersebut dari seorang paranormal sekelas john hogue? karena saya yakin kita tidak membutuhkan peramal untuk bisa memprediksikan hal-hal seperti itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for the intermezzo. &lt;br /&gt;saya memang mencintai hal-hal yang bersifat magis, surreal, absurd, tapi akhir-akhir ini saya makin gemas dengan teman saya yang semakin gila akan ramalan ini. seakan-akan peramal adalah Tuhan yang langkah-langkah dan rencana-Nya terhadap seseorang bisa dipertanyakan. she'll lost her grace. come on dear, let's just more believe on analysis of modern society. mungkin saya tidak membuat kuping saya alergi dengan ramalan, tapi untuk mempercayai hal-hal yang berbau myth,distant futures, dan hal-hal yang menyangkut destiny, saya serahkan sepenuhnya pada satu perasaan yang saya sebut kepasrahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i always said, just see the beauty of it all, the never knowing part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1128169783274937313?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1128169783274937313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1128169783274937313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1128169783274937313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1128169783274937313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/prophecy.html' title='Prophecy'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S1mZCyI2RGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CAY5YJVnmnY/s72-c/john+hogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7686353981567023254</id><published>2010-01-11T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:31:15.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meracau'/><title type='text'>I called this: Delusional Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S0wHLhnVOOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IbEwMoxgzqY/s1600-h/Ciaee---Untitled-Dancing-WIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S0wHLhnVOOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IbEwMoxgzqY/s320/Ciaee---Untitled-Dancing-WIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425719545657899234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepala ini saya putar-putar, kemudian saya geleng-geleng. saya masih berpikir bahwa kepala ini bisa saya lepas, tapi itu terlalu mengerikan. tangan saya mengadah keatas, ibaratnya anak kecil yang sedang menampung air hujan dengan jemari kecil dan telapak tangan kecilnya.&lt;br /&gt;saya mulai meloncat-loncat kesetanan. padahal saya sedang berada di lapangan sekolah lho. apalagi, saya sedang berada di tengah-tengah upacara pengibaran bendera. ketika lagu "Indonesia Raya" dikumandangkan, mereka yang sedang memberikan sikap hormat dengan topi dan tangan mereka yang bertengger di ujung alis mereka melihat saya dengan pandangan aneh dan terkesima. saya bersikukuh, beginilah sikap penghormatan versi saya. saya menjadi pusat perhatian. asiiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this melody synthesize me. saya tidak bisa menahannya.jika saya diam saja, saya akan merasa terpenjara. i can't stand this electric signals, my headphone is useless. this melody singing in a loudspeaker's mode on. mohon maaf bapak ibu guru sekalian. saya anak sekolah dasar yang terkena imbas revolusi manusia. ketika nanti saya berada di kelas bahasa, saya akan bertanya tentang michaelangelo, bukan bagaimana cara menempatkan diksi atau suku kata.i'm thinking about my visions, revisions, and a hundred of indecisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that they will sing to me, i don't care. i'm gonna sing this melody. i see this situation as an eternal struggle, a never ending song, a future history. &lt;br /&gt;jangan ikut terbawa suasana, just bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7686353981567023254?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7686353981567023254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7686353981567023254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7686353981567023254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7686353981567023254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/kepala-ini-saya-putar-putar-kemudian.html' title='I called this: Delusional Movement'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/S0wHLhnVOOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IbEwMoxgzqY/s72-c/Ciaee---Untitled-Dancing-WIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7673176813713867677</id><published>2010-01-01T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:41:35.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Who Standing In a Front</title><content type='html'>ketika kita sudah berada di setengah suatu perjalanan, seringkali kita merasa kesulitan untuk menyelesaikannya. so here i am, sedang menyelesaikan setengah perjalanan saya, dalam rangka mengukuhkan diri sebagai script writer sebuah film. acting like a professional scriptwriter is rarely easy. but criticism that improves the script must be accepted. how does a scriptwriter get “out of the way” of the ego? while still maintaining enough self belief to continue?&lt;br /&gt;there is a line between arrogance and confidence. where is that line? Think about this. if it is said that “pride is a prison” then “humility is the key”. separating both is that line. hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalahnya, saya suka gemas sendiri ketika saya tertawa, senyum, menangis, hanya karena mendengar sepenggal dialog spektakuler dari sebuah adegan. Ruma Maida, yang ditulis Ayu Utami contohnya, bisa berhasil membuat saya ingin mendatangi dia dan melemparkan pertanyaan tolol, "dikasih makan apa kamu mba?" saya heran kenapa dia bisa menjadi penulis yang dapat menyeimbangkan antara money dan art. you know, that infamous unholy matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kemarin saya menonton (kembali) beberapa film dan serial yang dapat membuat saya mengeluarkan ekspresi berlebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7Z1-zsYJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SZLrILp8Q7s/s1600-h/HowIMeetYourMother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7Z1-zsYJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SZLrILp8Q7s/s320/HowIMeetYourMother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422010522816766098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7Z1v0QYPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/87wLT3v-ubE/s1600-h/cheech+and+chong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7Z1v0QYPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/87wLT3v-ubE/s320/cheech+and+chong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422010518792593650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being a scriptwriter? for me, it's like being a shadow who standing in a front. i like it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7673176813713867677?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7673176813713867677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7673176813713867677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7673176813713867677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7673176813713867677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/shadow-who-standing-in-front.html' title='Shadow Who Standing In a Front'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7Z1-zsYJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SZLrILp8Q7s/s72-c/HowIMeetYourMother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1008614436817324433</id><published>2010-01-01T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:10:38.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HHaEhBHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kzdY97yee3o/s1600-h/newyear9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HHaEhBHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kzdY97yee3o/s320/newyear9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989931471930482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HG_URpgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cY-y7dTE47o/s1600-h/newyear8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HG_URpgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cY-y7dTE47o/s320/newyear8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989924290274818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGh_GsFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dmNsm0SuxJc/s1600-h/newyear7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGh_GsFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dmNsm0SuxJc/s320/newyear7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989916416847954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGeQ5OmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0H1qmqYeeuE/s1600-h/newyear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGeQ5OmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0H1qmqYeeuE/s320/newyear5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989915417721442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGLffvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ampqXbPcEMI/s1600-h/newyear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HGLffvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ampqXbPcEMI/s320/newyear1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989910378691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1008614436817324433?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1008614436817324433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1008614436817324433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1008614436817324433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1008614436817324433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-happy-new-year.html' title='A very happy new year!'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sz7HHaEhBHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kzdY97yee3o/s72-c/newyear9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6845020356587171124</id><published>2009-12-19T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:58:54.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why....</title><content type='html'>i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sy286kCYPhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E27A_R8mZgw/s1600-h/x2_66c85b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sy286kCYPhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E27A_R8mZgw/s320/x2_66c85b.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417193641088663058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. he's so funny!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6845020356587171124?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6845020356587171124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6845020356587171124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6845020356587171124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6845020356587171124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-why.html' title='That&apos;s why....'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/Sy286kCYPhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E27A_R8mZgw/s72-c/x2_66c85b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1339336593002623393</id><published>2009-12-17T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:45:40.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger and serendipity</title><content type='html'>Dear serendipity, you know i do believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suatu ketika saya mempertanyakan keberadaan diri dia (serendipity-red) yang memang terlalu misterius untuk dipertanyakan dan terlalu magis untuk dibayangkan. tetapi terkadang, we don't need any efforts. we don't need anything to prove that it was exist. yeah you serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya mendengar cerita ada seorang makhluk yang mengalami serendipity. makhluk itu mendatangi saya dan berkeluh kesah, serendipity telah membuatnya jatuh cinta terhadap seseorang yang tidak ia kenal, bahkan mungkin tidak nyata wujudnya. ia mencintai seseorang dengan segaris jembatan: mata yang telah menuntunnya ketika ia menjelajahi dunia maya.&lt;br /&gt;saya merinding setelah mendengar ceritanya panjang lebar. sweet chocolates, nerdy words, delicate space, lead him to a way of true love. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Show me!&lt;/span&gt; saya paksa dia. Dengan semangat ia memperkenalkannya kepada saya: ini lho, sosok yang saya maksud. &lt;br /&gt;saya terbelalak melihat layar itu: dude, that was me! my alter ego! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentu saja cerita diatas adalah fiktif. namun saya ingin membayangkan, bagaimana jika hal itu benar-benar terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;i imagine myself falling in love with stranger. having some kinda absurd chemistry with someone who doesn't even exist in our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to find any reason to prove when we have no point to prove about (quoting from him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i imagine, we kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SypBr8ipGeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MJP8sVcpi-c/s1600-h/strangersM0503_450x329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SypBr8ipGeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MJP8sVcpi-c/s320/strangersM0503_450x329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416213725108050402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic taken from metro.co.uk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1339336593002623393?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1339336593002623393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1339336593002623393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1339336593002623393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1339336593002623393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/stranger-and-serendipity.html' title='stranger and serendipity'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SypBr8ipGeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MJP8sVcpi-c/s72-c/strangersM0503_450x329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5293949655835466357</id><published>2009-12-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:45:34.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekedar curhat'/><title type='text'>can you see the roots?</title><content type='html'>Ada satu ingatan yang terus menempel di otak saya, ketika saya masih kanak-kanak, dimana kami sekeluarga seringkali pulang tengah malam hanya karena karaoke atau menonton ibu saya menyanyi. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, admit it. You taught me. I'm gonna late coming home tonight, as long as I'm okay, don't be mad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5293949655835466357?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5293949655835466357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5293949655835466357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5293949655835466357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5293949655835466357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-see-roots.html' title='can you see the roots?'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-4616593993361829490</id><published>2009-11-23T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:09:33.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Just Fiction</title><content type='html'>"why do you keep always write about surreal things, honey?"&lt;br /&gt;satu pertanyaan yang membuat saya marah. membuat saya mengernyit namun ingin sekali melawan dengan sengit. bagaimana bisa ia mempertanyakan hal itu, sementara yang ditawarkan oleh negeri ini justru serentetan aksi surealis tiada henti? Jangan pernah bertanya mengapa kita tetap ingin mencintai negara yang terjebak dalam dunia fantasi ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap orang memiliki cara masing-masing untuk menangisi negeri kita ini. ada seorang sutradara yang terus mencaci dan memaki DIA (you know what i mean), dan mungkin, aksinya menelanjangi diri di suatu supermarket hanyalah secuil dari suatu implementasi komedi yang ditawarkan oleh negeri ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu saya menoleh kepada dia, seseorang yang selalu menemani saya. surely he's a comedian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i wanna get out of this, dear&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no, not now, maradilla. please, keep insane.&lt;br /&gt;are you insane??&lt;br /&gt;no, being insane will keep you sane. look, wait, there's a future.&lt;br /&gt;not with you, please?&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. with me. with this country. stuck in your comedy-fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time,  it’s him again who, in his spontaneously timely manner, manages to remind me of what I still have and that my whole life remains right in front of me. Waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more than just fiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-4616593993361829490?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4616593993361829490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=4616593993361829490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4616593993361829490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/4616593993361829490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-than-just-fiction.html' title='More Than Just Fiction'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-9009190498391500980</id><published>2009-10-21T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:45:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUCHE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/St7lZkHP7SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C2TITJT0eoY/s1600-h/douche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/St7lZkHP7SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C2TITJT0eoY/s320/douche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395001630990003490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-9009190498391500980?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9009190498391500980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=9009190498391500980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9009190498391500980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/9009190498391500980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/douche.html' title='DOUCHE!!'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/St7lZkHP7SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C2TITJT0eoY/s72-c/douche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5253686790214960678</id><published>2009-10-13T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:02:16.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when happiness meet the joy of saturday night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/StQl0dwSuSI/AAAAAAAAADw/kWSAe8oHdDc/s1600-h/9027_159098010167_691100167_3234580_3096474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/StQl0dwSuSI/AAAAAAAAADw/kWSAe8oHdDc/s320/9027_159098010167_691100167_3234580_3096474_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391976237139933474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/StQl0J4QyzI/AAAAAAAAADo/I_fHH22UypM/s1600-h/9435_172521911962_555696962_3654180_5653910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/StQl0J4QyzI/AAAAAAAAADo/I_fHH22UypM/s320/9435_172521911962_555696962_3654180_5653910_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391976231804652338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5253686790214960678?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5253686790214960678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5253686790214960678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5253686790214960678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5253686790214960678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-happiness-meet-joy-of-saturday.html' title='when happiness meet the joy of saturday night..'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/StQl0dwSuSI/AAAAAAAAADw/kWSAe8oHdDc/s72-c/9027_159098010167_691100167_3234580_3096474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5499566724975926685</id><published>2009-10-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:33:55.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The City of Kutu Loncat</title><content type='html'>Kutu Loncatt?? Wwwaaiiit. Wait a minute. &lt;br /&gt;Kita tidak perlu membayangkan satu kota yang berisikan binatang yang menjijikan ini, karena sebenarnya ini adalah sebutan yang pas untuk menggambarkan pribadi anak-anak muda Bandung yang memang seaktif kutu loncat. Atas nama “ Kebebasan Berkomunitas ”, anak-anak muda ini dengan bebasnya loncat kesana-sini dan mengembangkan kemampuannya dalam berbagai hal yang diwadahi oleh komunitas. &lt;br /&gt;Kutu-kutu loncat ini sebenarnya adalah mereka yang eksistensinya dari komunitas yang satu ke komunitas yang lainnya dapat diperhitungkan. Istilah “Bandung Sempit” menjadi lebih real ketika sebutlah si A, merupakan vokalis band “Anu”, namun ternyata juga merupakan gitaris band “Itu”, bahkan juga drummer band “Ini”. Itu baru untuk komunitas musiknya. Komunitas kreatifnya pun tidak mau kalah. Sebutlah si R yang merupakan designer tetap sebuah clothing line, namun ternyata ia memiliki side job menjadi designer lepas berbagai clothing line yang lainnya. Bahkan untuk memperhebat eksistensi dari si kutu-kutu loncat ini, banyak dari mereka mengembangkan kemampuannya dengan memilih untuk “Lintas Komunitas”, misalnya dengan menjadi pelaku kreatif sekaligus menjadi pelaku musik. Tidak heran jika kita pergi ke beberapa tempat, dengan acara yang berbeda-beda pula, akan terbesit dalam pikiran kita ketika melihat seseorang yang familiar, “ Ko ketemu dia lagi dia lagi ya?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimana Kutu-kutu Loncat Itu Berkeliaran?? &lt;br /&gt;Well, they’re probably bouncing around in…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commonroom.info"&gt;Common Room Networks Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Room merupakan sebuah wadah dari berbagai aktifitas yang dikembangkan oleh Bandung Center for New Media Arts dan siapapun yang tertarik untuk mengembangkan berbagai kegiatan di tempat ini,Sampai saat ini Common Room telah memfasilitasi penyelenggaraan berbagai pameran, pemutaran film, workshop, kuliah umum, diskusi, konser musik, festival budaya, dsb.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theopenlabs.com"&gt;OPENLABS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OpenLabs adalah sebuah wadah yang dibentuk oleh, dan, untuk orang-orang yang concern pada perkembangan musik elektronik, visual art, media experimental, dan kultur media di Bandung-Indonesia.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tobucil.blogspot.com"&gt;TOBUCIL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak awal berdiri, 2 Mei 2001, tobucil sebagai wadah untuk komunitas literer memiliki komitmen untuk mendukung gerakan literasi di tingkat lokal. Melalui kegiatan-kegiatan klab yang berbasis pada aktivitas sehari-hari, tobucil memfokuskan kegiatannya pada kegiatan membaca, menulis, apresiasi dan pengembangan hobi.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies Skates&lt;br /&gt;Berawal dari kiprahnya di Komunitas Taman Lalu Lintas, Charly Jojaya membuka toko skateboard pertama di Bandung Hobbies Skates inilah yang konon mengiringi perjalanan komunitas para skater di Bandung. Tidak hanya jualan, Hobbies Skates juga mensupport beberapa orang diantaranya terjun di kejuaraan skateboard nasional dan internasional.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mereka hanyalah beberapa dari sekian banyaknya komunitas yang semakin hari semakin menjamur di kota ini, maka mungkin itu adalah alasan mengapa Bandung layak mendapatkan predikat “The creative city”. Fashion, lifestyle, music, mungkin hanyalah cara eklektik anak-anak muda untuk mengekspresikan diri mereka. Dan boleh diakui, semua itu tumbuh subur berkat bantuan komunitas. Semakin kamu eksis, semakin kamu berkembang, semakin kamu kreatif. But, however, you should be careful, karena saking kreatifnya, urusan percintaan pun bisa jadi ikut terkena imbasnya. Never ever cheating on your boy/girlfriend in this city. Siapa tahu ternyata selingkuhan kamu adalah sahabat lama pacar kamu? Atau kamu harus memaklumi kalau ternyata gebetan kamu adalah mantan temen kamu, sekaligus mantan musuh kamu. Nah lho. &lt;br /&gt;So, city of kutu loncat, how cool is that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5499566724975926685?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5499566724975926685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5499566724975926685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5499566724975926685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5499566724975926685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-of-kutu-loncat.html' title='The City of Kutu Loncat'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2212718456463479938</id><published>2009-10-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:55:17.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seditieux</title><content type='html'>Seperti yang diceritakan oleh puthut ea dalam salah satu cerpennya, yang menceritakan tokoh seorang pendekar subversif,walaupun dia tidak pernah berusaha untuk menggulingkan suatu kerajaan, namun hati pemberontaknya tidak pernah tertahankan. a man with a sword, people say. dia tidak terhasut dan dihasut atau bahkan menghasut. dia hanya menjalani kehidupan yang sarat akan falsafah hidup yang tersembunyi dalam satu rutinitas membosankan. kalaulah ia terdidik untuk menjilat, mungkin ia dapat menjalani kehidupannya lebih mudah namun tak terarah. namun ia menolak dengan keras. he devoid his individual, one-of-a-kind energy, the very energy that the corporation needs to reinvent itself. the new life forced him not to swearing and cursing on anything, but more like adventuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada yang tahu kemanakah perjalanan kehidupan metropolitan akan membawanya, but he'll always ready for it. maybe his mind said, "bring it on, man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2212718456463479938?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2212718456463479938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2212718456463479938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2212718456463479938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2212718456463479938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/seditieux.html' title='seditieux'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6032536305195330302</id><published>2009-09-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:17:12.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utopia'/><title type='text'>in fantasy we're married</title><content type='html'>dia memperkenalkan saya pada temannya bahwa saya adalah adiknya. Tidak salah memang, walaupun kami tidak diikat oleh suatu hubungan darah. Dan berbeda dengan hubungan adik-kakak jadi-jadian yang seringkali berakhir dengan hubungan percintaan, our brother-sistership is beautiful. From nothing to something, from no one to someone. I love him as my trully brother, he loves me as trully sister. So one one day, in our imaginary world, we are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now I pronounce you as brother and sister,and brother, you may hug the sister."&lt;br /&gt;There, we hugged.so in fantasy we're married. Not as husband and wife, but more like brother and sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6032536305195330302?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6032536305195330302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6032536305195330302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6032536305195330302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6032536305195330302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-fantasy-were-married.html' title='in fantasy we&apos;re married'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-420337741464063789</id><published>2009-07-18T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:03:12.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyamory</title><content type='html'>He poured a coffee in a cup. Smile, few words and less expressions. He was typing, She was reading. Tidak pernah terbesit dalam benak mereka untuk bertukar kata, bertukar pikiran. Namun pada hari itu mata mereka saling memandang, menyiratkan sebuah makna: kita harus berbicara. She doesn’t know him, he doesn’t know her. But deep inside, they want to know each other. Wanita itu berdiri. Sebuah skinny headband ia ikat, tiba-tiba ia berdiri, membusungkan dada, seakan ia ingin memamerkan pakaian kebesarannya: floral shirt. I am the product of flower generation, come and love me. Seketika pria itu berkesimpulan: we do have something in common my dear, so u are such a polyamorous person, I knew it. Mungkin kamu adalah salah seorang dari mereka yang tumbuh dalam satu era yang mengusung satu konsep kehidupan: free loving. Polyamory. Pria itu berpikir: Murahan. Tapi dia begitu menarik. saya tetap suka. Sementara si wanita yakin: saya pintar, tidak peduli saya murahan. Look at yourself, dude. Kamu pasti menyukai saya. &lt;br /&gt;Dunia boleh menyangkal, tetapi diam-diam ia mengakui, ia sudah cukup tua untuk mengerti bahwa manusia sudah muak untuk menyangkal, mereka lebih menyukai hidup dengan kebebasan. Maka…..wanita itu berdiri, menghampiri pria asing itu, lalu ketika wanita itu hendak mengucapkan kata, sang pria mengatupkan mulut sang wanita, membungkamnya, memeluknya dan membisikkan sebuah kalimat: “I’m addicted to you, stranger….”&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, polyamorous people think that addiction is better than love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-420337741464063789?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/420337741464063789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=420337741464063789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/420337741464063789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/420337741464063789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/polyamory.html' title='Polyamory'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2543451121255519042</id><published>2009-07-10T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:12:38.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanely say : Yes, I would!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Saya memegang tangannya,tidak menyangka: Bjork dear, Bjork. Dia akan menyanyi di hadapan saya, kamu, dia, dan dia, dan dia, dan semua orang pendukungnya di Indonesia. Lupakan semua bentuk substansi, ini akan menjadi malam yang membuat kita berteriak, dan larut dalam lautan ketidakwajaran euforia. Ia menggenggam saya lebih erat, seakan dia memendam kebahagiaan yang melebihi kesenangan yang saya dapatkan. I know, dear, this is a very great idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And there she is. Singing, moaning, beautifully in a different way. Bahu saya diremas ketika terdengar nada-nada itu. Kami berpandangan, “ And I’ll go through all this before you wake me up,..” Ia menyanyi seperti bidadari dari wonderland. Hyperballad, Bjork, promotor, terima kasih, untuk telah ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hyperballad selesai, dia tidak berhenti menyanyi. Tapi…tiba-tiba nadanya tampak asing. Saya lantas tidak menjadi terasing, karena semuanya memang terdiam, sama seperti saya. Menebak-nebak lagu apa yang dia nyanyikan dalam bentuk acapella. Dan ,mendengarlah saya. mengertilah saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Diiiiilllaaaaaa…..would yooouuuuu marrrrryyy meeeeeeeee………”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Is she calling my name? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Is she ask me to marry her? Rrr……NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Surprisingly, My boyfriend does, through her. He’s smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wajah &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saya seketika panas. Jantung saya berdetak hebat. Semua penonton berteriak “ I would!!! I would!!! I would!!!!! “ Saya melirik dia. Dia tertawa terbahak-bahak dan menyenggol&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lengan saya, menyenggol dan menyenggol. “ I would!! Say it!!! “ teriaknya. “ say it!! Say it!!” penonton berteriak serempak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lautan manusia ingin saya ubah menjadi lautan air mata, jika saya bisa. Lautan air mata kebahagiaan, dan rasa yang tidak dapat saya definisikan. Saya kembali disenggol olehnya, lalu dia mengangkat bahunya. Saya menciumnya. “yes, I would,” bisik saya. Suara sorakan bergemuruh, tanda ikut bahagia. Saya dan dia dilempar-lempar keatas, Bjork kembali menyanyi seperti kesetanan. This is high, dear. The highest high, you take me to this high. Terima kasih sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Penonton, ingin sekali saya bercerita, andai dia tahu baru saja sehari sebelumnya saya bertekad bahwa saya tidak akan pernah menikahi lelaki seperti dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2543451121255519042?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2543451121255519042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2543451121255519042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2543451121255519042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2543451121255519042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/insanely-say-yes-i-would.html' title='Insanely say : Yes, I would!!!!!!'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6000219914534413260</id><published>2009-06-05T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:37:34.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Leaving.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;saya menulis ini dengan perasaan yang terlalu campur aduk, lebih rumit dari beragam-macam warna adukan cat yang disatukan dalam satu ember plastik hanya akibat dari seseorang yang terlalu kurang kerjaan. fheww. perasaan saya terlalu rapuh untuk dapat digambarkan. ibarat anak yang harus rela meninggalkan ibunya yang gila, rasa kehilangan ini sungguh terlalu disayangkan. i know letting go. but what i just know is letting go with anger. it's just too dissapointing when let's say, you know that you right but some of people is just too busy to know the truth. saya mulai rela untuk meninggalkan mereka, bukan karena saya tidak sayang kepada mereka, namun karena saya tahu, dengan saya tinggal disana, bukanlah sebuah proses pembelajaran lagi yang saya dapat, melainkan sebuah proses dimana saya harus menyukai sesuatu yang notabenenya memang dibenci. mulut saya terkunci, menolak untuk mengumumkan kebenaran, ketika saya pikir saya sudah tenggelam dalam lautan kebencian. keluarga saya berteriak: cry, baby, cry, let it go, let it all out, let the time heals, answer all of those unacceptable questions, leave people who have hurt you so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;abandoning priority.&lt;br /&gt;abandoning you, him, her,them.&lt;br /&gt;i have something else to do: to catch my brighter future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6000219914534413260?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6000219914534413260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6000219914534413260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6000219914534413260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6000219914534413260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving.....'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5141993010736946564</id><published>2009-04-16T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:45:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky me, lucky you, to have me, to have you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Saya terkadang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;geli sendiri ketika dalam perjalanan pulang, memiliki satu pemikiran tentang sesuatu, apapun itu, yang membuat saya berpikir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Kenapa saya bisa berpikir seperti itu ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Heheheh. Kemudian saya menjadi semakin penasaran ketika saya, bersama seorang teman saya melakukan beberapa perbincangan kecil tentang hal-hal yang sebenarnya adalah hal yg sederhana namun dapat menimbulkan kerut di dahi atau timbulnya lesung di pipi karena tersenyum dengan berbagai analisis-analisis, alasan-alasan, dan komentar-komentar kecil yang dikemukakan dan diperdengarkan. Saya mulai melihat teman saya dan berpikir dalam hati: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mereka memang tidak terlihat seperti manusia tipikal. Atau mereka terlihat seperti manusia tipikal yang menyukai hal-hal yang tidak tipikal. Menyukai segala sesuatu yang tidak disukai oleh sebagian orang, namun tetap memaklumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sesuatu yang normal. Mereka kerapkali tenggelam dalam dunianya sendiri, namun mereka tahu, sadar, bahwa mereka juga tidak sendirian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;People see them as a person who probably, one of a kind, eccentric. But then I thought, aren’t we all? Secara tidak sadar. Unconscious. Unaware. You may see them as a person of great philosophical intellect or otherwise. But hey, actually maybe they’re not that smart, they just know how to look smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm. Memang menyenangkan rasanya ketika bertemu dan berbincang dengan orang-orang seperti itu. Melihat sisi-sisi dan lapisan-lapisan dalam yang mereka buat dalam pribadi mereka namun tidak mereka perlihatkan, yang kemudian dikenal dengan “personal space”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They’re just common but innately unique. Paradox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mari berteman dengan orang-orang yang seperti itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Halah. Hahahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5141993010736946564?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5141993010736946564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5141993010736946564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5141993010736946564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5141993010736946564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-me-lucky-you-to-have-me-to-have.html' title='lucky me, lucky you, to have me, to have you'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1001101576153801631</id><published>2009-04-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:24:28.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><title type='text'>family..FAME-ly? haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;" Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others.  Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of &lt;i&gt;tang&lt;/i&gt;, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back. " ~Mignon McLaughlin, &lt;i&gt;The Neurotic's Notebook&lt;/i&gt;, 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kutipan itu membuat saya berpikir tentang hubungan antara persahabatan dan keluarga. sebagai introduction, saya ingin bercerita bahwa akhir-akhir ini saya menyukai pertemanan atau persahabatan yang lebih bersifat paradoks. caelah. maksud saya begini, terkadang untuk membina sebuah persahabatan sangat sulit. tapi, ada yang bilang, apanya yang sulit?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya memiliki beberapa sahabat yang tidak terkesan seperti sahabat. they may care for you, yeah. tetapi terkadang kami sengaja menciptakan "tembok" atas dasar kami saling menghargai kekurangan kami. ya, kami tidak peduli dengan kekurangan kami masing-masing, yang penting ketika kami saling membutuhkan, kami akan selalu ada satu sama lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;terkadang saya begitu malu dengan kekurangan-kekurangan saya, tetapi mereka. mereka yg berikrar sebagai "sahabat" saya, begitu memandang remeh kekurangan-kekurangan itu, begitu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mengerti, begitu tidak peduli. all i know is just..they know they should giving some "understanding", that's all. "dassar anak bandel", " atau "ya i know you too well darling" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;membuat saya semakin yakin, tidak perlu mengaku-ngaku bahwa pertemanan kami sudah seperti keluarga untuk bisa mengakui bahwa pertemanan ini memang tidak jauh berbeda seperti pertemanan yang memiliki hubungan darah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mengingat persahabatan seperti itu saya semakin kesal karena saya sekarang dihadapkan dengan orang-orang yang berikrar bahwa mereka "keluarga" but gosh.... *sigh*.. saya sampai mentertawakan dalam hati, karena melihat mereka, i feel like we're just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a strange little band of characters. laughing, but not loving. bahkan saya hanya mempelajari cara "defending".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mungkin mereka memiliki definisi yang berbeda tentang keluarga, entahlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1001101576153801631?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1001101576153801631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1001101576153801631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1001101576153801631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1001101576153801631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/familyfame-ly-haha.html' title='family..FAME-ly? haha'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7247656853545601414</id><published>2009-03-03T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:51:55.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sunday's Activity</title><content type='html'>The other day is just a day. Senin, selasa, rabu, kamis, jumat, sabtu. They're just fine.  So so.  But not sunday, i love sunday&lt;br /&gt;Same old lovely sunday. Saya adalah tipikal orang yang selalu mengalami  rutinitas minggu  yang menyenangkan, dimana orang-orang sekitar saya tentunya mengetahui aktifitas apa yang saya lakukan, dan dengan siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang terkadang kita mengalami kejenuhan dengan  rutinitas minggu itu,  dan orang-orang memperhatikannya.  Mereka menyadari, beberapa waktu ini saya memang sedang jenuh dengan rutinitas minggu. Beberapa orang menawarkan untuk membantu saya keluar dari kejenuhan itu. Rutinitas itu. The meeting friends, the mind-numbing commutes, the eating, the little office chit-chats, the wishing to be some place else, the thinking, the talking, and the socializing. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selama beberapa terakhir ini saya mencari-cari, apakah ada yang salah dengan rutinitas minggu saya, ataukah ada yang salah dengan saya. Minggu terakhir, saya mencoba untuk melakukan aktifias baru, dengan orang-orang BARU. Ternyata saya sadar, saya memang mengalami kejenuhan dengan rutinitas minggu yang sepertinya biasanya. Namun, faktor-faktor yang membuat saya jenuh adalah mungkin cara saya menghabiskannya. Dengan bagaimana, melakukan apa. Bukan dengan siapa, karena dibalik kejenuhan itu, sebenarnya saya selalu mencintai rutinitas minggu saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maka saya mencari cara agar rutinitas ini menjadi lebih baik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orang-orang datang dan pergi untuk mengisi minggu saya agar minggu ini selalu terasa menyenangkan. Yang membuat saya tetap mencintai rutinitas ini adalah, diantara orang-orang baru, aktifitas baru, apapun yang baru, ada seseorang yang tetap tinggal dan menemani saya dalam rutinitas minggu ini. The meeting new friends, the new mind-numbing commutes, the eating new, the new little office chit-chats, the wishing to be some new place else, the new thinking, the new talking, and the socializing, they could be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; But love? It's just the same, the same old love, with the same old person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7247656853545601414?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7247656853545601414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7247656853545601414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7247656853545601414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7247656853545601414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-activity.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Activity'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1442256527227954342</id><published>2009-01-24T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:18:10.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarak Tak Berjarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;kita berlari, mengejar, berpindah, bergerak dalam gerakan yang konstan. kemudian kita menyadari bahwa kita kembali lagi. saya bersikukuh bahwa saya sudah berhasil melampaui batas lingkaran setan yang terus-menerus saya lalui. hahahahha. ternyata lintasan itu memang lingkaran setan. lingkaran yang berbentuk lingkaran namun tidak memiliki jarak. sudah dapat disimpulkan, kita tidak dapat bergeming. letih berlari, tapi terus berharap. we become paranoid. worrisome. but why we pursue when we know we'll eventually have it?&lt;br /&gt;I know, being still is foreign to us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;saya mulai gila.&lt;br /&gt;sebuah lingkaran tidak berjarak mulai membuat saya bahagia, because life happen in this stillness, in this circle. the moment of being still. momen-momen itu ikut berlari bersama saya, seperti ingin menempel pada punggung saya. awalnya berat, namun lama kelamaan saya mulai terbiasa. in this circle, in this stillness, we find what we looking for. we have to admit deep inside all we want is for everything to be still once that moment arrives. jadi mengapa harus terus berlari? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;baiklah, saya akan berhenti berlari dalam lingkaran ini...........&lt;br /&gt;baiklah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;hey, please. stop. bisakah ikut berhenti? jangan lari lagi, karena jika lari akan ada permusuhan, dan dalam permusuhan itulah ada jarak tak berjarak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1442256527227954342?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1442256527227954342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1442256527227954342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1442256527227954342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1442256527227954342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/jarak-tak-berjarak.html' title='Jarak Tak Berjarak'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6099827872834698020</id><published>2009-01-15T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:24:52.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;rliving in a world of lies, suddenly i see the truth over there, hidden amongs things in life, when  people said that for every good reason there is to lie, there is better reason to tell the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;saya mulai berpikir mungkin pada akhirnya orang-orang sudah tidak dapat membedakan lagi antara kejujuran dan kebohongan ketika mereka mulai berbohong pada dirinya sendiri dan mulai "terkesan" jujur pada orang lain, kenyataannya mereka sendiri enggan untuk memilah-milih, apakah jujur atau tidak. belakangan ini topik ini selalu mengganggu pikiran saya, karena adanya perasaan kecewa, bahwa saya tahu ada orang-orang yang memutuskan untuk berbohong tidak pada tempatnya. saya pikir memang segala sesuatu ada tempatnya, even for lies and truths.oh, tidak. saya mulai muak namun hati saya berkelit bahwa ada beberapa jenis orang yang lebih baik ketika ia berbohong dan sangat terlihat buruk ketika ia jujur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada akhirnya saya menyatakan bahwa jika tidak dapat menempatkan kebohongan dan kejujuran sesuai dengan kapasitasnya, lebih baik menyingkir dari hadapan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6099827872834698020?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6099827872834698020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6099827872834698020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6099827872834698020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6099827872834698020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/wold-of-lies.html' title='The World of Lies.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-5573400691019306717</id><published>2008-12-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:10:50.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Yes is a Yes " is a NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;imagine life served straight up, what you see is what you get. yes is a yes and no is a no, there's only truth, not lies, even the white one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hari itu, sepulang dari perjalanan malam, pandangan saya menerawang ke langit-langit kamar. satu kesimpulan yang tidak terbantah menyeruak ke permukaan bahwa saya harus mengakui pada diri saya sendiri bahwa : saya adalah seseorang yang bisa dikatakan ambigu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maka, ketika dihadapkan pada sebuah percakapan, satu perbincangan, suatu kalimat dari mulut ini dapat menipu. dapat mengelabui. bukan dusta, hanya kejujuran yang ditutupi. saya tidak berbohong, hanya kadangkala, saya kerap berpikir bahwa kejujuran yang disampaikan secara gamblang dan kelewat transparan dapat menyakiti hati seseorang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sedangkan, di sisi lain, ada orang-orang yang menyukai segala-sesuatunya yang disampaikan benar-benar secara harafiah. "kamu pengecut" tidak bisa diganti dengan "sayang, kamu hanya kurang berani.", dan ketika ada sesuatu yang kurang berkenan, ia akan menyuarakan dengan lantang. ketika ia kesal, ia akan berkata kesal. ketika ia marah, ia akan terlihat marah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pada akhirnya, saya yang ambigu, ketika dihadapkan pada mereka yang seperti itu, akan terus tetap ambigu, dan mereka yang seperti itu, akan semakin kesal dan semakin marah karena melihat saya tidak bisa ditafsirkan seperti apa adanya. mereka mengeluh, saya terlalu rumit. mereka memarahi saya, mencaci-maki saya. emosi saya mulai terpancing. namun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pembelaan saya hanyalah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tidak ada salahnya dengan menjadi seorang yang ambigu.&lt;br /&gt;keindahan surealisme dan sesuatu yang absurd tidak akan pernah lahir jika segala sesuatunya selalu terlihat seperti apa adanya.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-5573400691019306717?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5573400691019306717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=5573400691019306717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5573400691019306717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/5573400691019306717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagine-life-served-straight-up-what.html' title='&quot; Yes is a Yes &quot; is a NO'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-2677887495867976134</id><published>2008-11-27T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:34:17.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><title type='text'>spinning time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sebuah kata yang biasa ditemukan dalam kehidupan sehari-hari namun patut untuk selalu diingat, dijadikan inspirasi, dijadikan sebagai bahan perenungan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as cliche as it may sound, people need time for everything. things in life. Even for human, they need time to race, and the human race is faced with cruel choice: work or lazytime television. not that i'm judging the second choice.&lt;br /&gt;glad i'm one of those people who often frustating works stuff, not frustating life without works or jobs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and being grown up, i really think it takes soooo much time for me being grown up, not a childish one. but the spinning time giving me the thought of there's no point of being grown up if people can't be childish sometimes. fiuhhh, hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that quality of nature which keeps events from happening all at once. the opportunities, even for love stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lately, it doesn't seem to be working, hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;time. sebuah kata yang bisa dijadikan perenungan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;karena selalu ada makna dibalik "take your time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-2677887495867976134?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2677887495867976134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=2677887495867976134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2677887495867976134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/2677887495867976134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/spinning-time.html' title='spinning time'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6028323848604698296</id><published>2008-11-13T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:46:30.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><title type='text'>smoking kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    anggaplah sebuah guilty pleasure adalah sebuah rokok. rokok bagi mereka yang merokok adalah sebuah keharusan, dan kecenderungan untuk menjadi addicted sangatlah besar. saya memang tidak merokok. tetapi lingkungan saya yang berisikan perokok  memungkinkan saya untuk mengerti bahwa merokok bagi perokok itu sangat sulit untuk dihentikan.  dan anggaplah sebuah guilty pleasure adalah sebuah rokok, maka saya saat ini sedang menjadi perokok. perokok berat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    saya merokok suatu perkara, dimana saya sangat-sangat-sangat menikmati itu, namun saya sadar bahwa "itu salah".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;nothing beats the power of guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, dimana semakin kita berlama-lama dengannya, semakin kita terikat dengannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    pada akhirnya teman saya mengingatkan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    " the plan of a better life might settled for future, but the act started now. stop smoking. smoking kills. and the future is, now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm trying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;unfortunately.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry, i'm trying not to stop. i'm dying here, so please will you just kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6028323848604698296?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6028323848604698296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6028323848604698296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6028323848604698296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6028323848604698296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/smoking-kills.html' title='smoking kills.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-7859708785149377144</id><published>2008-11-03T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:18:21.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dan....otak itu dicuci.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;" selamat datang di perusahaan kami. kencangkan sabukmu, kancingkan bajumu. bersiaplah untuk mati. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;....berawal dari keisengan, mungkin sebagian orang ada yang mencoba untuk masuk kedalam suatu perusahaan awalnya hanyalah sebagai ajang pembuktian bahwa dia bisa. dia bisa membuktikan bahwa dia mampu. namun ketika keisengan itu membuahkan "hasil", keisengan itu harus diubah menjadi keseriusan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a.k.a. brainwashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;berbagai macam cara dilakukan untuk membuktikan loyalitas, bahwa dia layak bertahan di perusahaan itu. terkadang untuk memenuhi standar perusahaan, selama "sejenak" kita harus berputar otak.  mungkin bukan pembunuhan karakter, lebih tepatnya karakter itu dibuat mati suri. lupakan idealisme, karena itu bukan yang mereka minta. "turuti saja dulu kata-kata kami"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;untuk sebagian orang, mungkin itu tidak mengganggu. apalagi ketika perusahaan ini adalah mimpi bagi mereka. tetapi, bagi sebagian orang,  yang  berangkat  dari  "keisengan", ketika  ia  mulai merasa bahwa ajang pembuktian itu telah terbukti, dan proses selanjutnya beralih menjadi sesuatu yg bisa membuatnya "iritasi", mungkin dia akan pasrah. atau lebih tepatnya tidak peduli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;this is me, take it or just goddamn leave it. yepp. just leave it to the beaver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-7859708785149377144?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7859708785149377144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=7859708785149377144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7859708785149377144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/7859708785149377144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/danotak-itu-dicuci.html' title='dan....otak itu dicuci.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3119141756639858220</id><published>2008-11-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:58:24.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>secarik kertas (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;memanggilnya, tapi panggilan ini tidak digubris. ia membuat saya bungkam dengan sikapnya yang mengabaikan. kesal. saya bungkam. diam. tidak berkedip. tidak berkutik. saya pergi meninggalkannya dengan berdalih bahwa dia akan menunggu saya, ternyata dia pergi. marah. kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya mencari cara untuk menemuinya, saya harus bertemu dengannya. maka saya berlari menuju sebuah persinggahan orang-orang yang ingin melakukan akad nikah. masjid itu. masjid sekaligus gedung serbaguna yang biasa digunakan untuk perhelatan resepsi.&lt;br /&gt;dia seharusnya disana.&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak ada.&lt;br /&gt;    " mang, tim fotografer sudah datang? "&lt;br /&gt;    " belum neng."&lt;br /&gt;baiklah. saya akan tunggu dia sampai jam dua pagi.&lt;br /&gt;    " mang, sudah datang? "&lt;br /&gt;    " belum neng "&lt;br /&gt;cukup lama saya menunggu, berharap sebuah honda jazz memasuki pelataran parkir, bukan mobil bak. bukan mobil box, bukan gerobak, apalagi mobil polisi. hingga akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk pergi saja.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ketika saya pergi, saya memutuskan untuk tidak membiarkannya larut dalam segala kekecewaannya. Secarik kertas berisikan penyesalan namun bukan permintaan maaf akhirnya lahir, dengan harapan secarik kertas ini setidaknya akan menjadi peredam emosi, bukan pemicu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    “ mas, tolong titip &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; ini, sampaikan pada salah satu anggota tim fotografer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    “ iya neng”&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “ makasih ya mang.punten, tolong sampein, penting.”&lt;br /&gt;    “ iya.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Dan saya pulang….dengan harapan itu. Bahwa saya menyesal, tapi tidak mau meminta maaf. Kukira dia sudah kenyang dengan permintaan maaf saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3119141756639858220?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3119141756639858220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3119141756639858220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3119141756639858220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3119141756639858220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/secarik-kertas-2.html' title='secarik kertas (2)'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6260091884155947634</id><published>2008-11-02T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:55:40.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmmm'/><title type='text'>secarik kertas (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do understand me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    you're the only one who can understand me when the world couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    i need you desperately to stay with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    bear with me, though it's not easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    please do, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6260091884155947634?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6260091884155947634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6260091884155947634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6260091884155947634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6260091884155947634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/secarik-kertas-1.html' title='secarik kertas (1)'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3340736435676789886</id><published>2008-10-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:36:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Kata Ternyata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wanita itu berusaha menyuapkan makanan itu ke dalam mulutnya. Anak itu tersenyum, lalu wanita itu menyuapkan lagi makanannya. Anak itu tersenyum lagi. Seperti ingin mengucapkan terima kasih tetapi kata terima kasih itu tidak pernah terlontar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ia tahu ada yg salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kemudian wanita itu mengusap, mencium, memeluk dan membelai dengan penuh kehangatan. Anak itu terpejam, merasa senang, bahagia, tapi terdiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ia tahu ada yang salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Beberapa saat kemudian wanita itu mulai menggeliat, menggerutu, menceraiberaikan segala hal yang ada di depannya, membentak dan memarahi anak itu hingga anak itu tersedak. Anak itu mengelus dadanya. tersenyum, ia mengetahui bahwa ada sesuatu yang salah namun itulah yang membuatnya bahagia. ketidak-mampuannya untuk memprediksi apakah detik berikutnya ia akan disuapi makanan, dipeluk, dibelai, atau...disakiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell with it, he's still gonna love it. Ketidak-teraturannya. Ketidakmampuannya untuk berprediksi. Anak itu tetap bahagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wanita itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alter-ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3340736435676789886?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3340736435676789886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3340736435676789886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3340736435676789886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3340736435676789886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/sata-kata-ternyata.html' title='Satu Kata Ternyata.'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6895751249791095010</id><published>2008-10-07T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:51:20.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>let.......go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;jika saja mendefinisikan sebuah hubungan semudah membalikkan telapak tangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;jika saja membuatmu mengerti semudah kamu membuat saya mengerti bahwa sebuah hubungan memang sulit dimengerti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;saya banyak memperhatikan pembicaraan orang ketika hubungan mereka sudah berakhir namun mereka masih ingin memperbaikinya. the hardest part of letting go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;breathing deeply.... let it all out. put all the "bad" out in the air without a care. hate. dissapoinment. anger. pick your poison. gravitas dan kapasitasnya terlalu berat untuk membuat kamu bergerak atau bahkan membuat kamu berubah. hingga kita sampailah pada satu titik dimana emosi-emosi itu mengkonsumsi kita, bahkan menjadi tolak ukur pemerintahan perspektif kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sebenarnya, yang menjadi lebih sulit adalah ketika kita harus memilih untuk mengambil tahap let go itu tadi. mengambil kutipan dari Neil Geilman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;it takes hostages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. well, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ada satu pemikiran yang terus menerus berkecamuk dalam kepala ini hingga saya memilih keputusan yang diambil orang-orang lainnya bahwa keputusan untuk mencoba menyudahi hubungan yang memang sudah disudahi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;time? effort? someone else? no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;take the riskier chance? hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;maybe the thing is...you were never really appreciating it until now.&lt;br /&gt;until i decide........better for us never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6895751249791095010?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6895751249791095010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6895751249791095010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6895751249791095010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6895751249791095010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/jika-saja-mendefinisikan-sebuah.html' title='let.......go'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-6059967628822378691</id><published>2008-10-05T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:13:56.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><title type='text'>the progress</title><content type='html'>ketika "ketika daun bercerita" sudah diterbitkan, hanya sebentarr saja bagi saya untuk sedikit merasa lega. ada sedikit kekhawatiran mengenai karya saya yang kedua: Absurd Paradiso dan Terra Incognita. kekhawatiran ini, kekhawatiran itu, apalah. Pencapaian saya untuk kedua novel berikutnya memang berbeda. I want it not to be perfect, but more exactly like what i want. Terbebaskan pakem. sedikit beban yang berbeda, karena harapan yang ada memang berbeda, pokoknya berbeda, hahaha. Sooooo....wish me luck, will you?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-6059967628822378691?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6059967628822378691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=6059967628822378691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6059967628822378691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/6059967628822378691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/progress.html' title='the progress'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-8422198729481468203</id><published>2008-08-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:33:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Person of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="entry-content"&gt;   &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tidak ada yang salah dengan menjadi "a person of faith". the kind of faith that sits around and waits for fate or the kind of faith that trust in a better tomorrow. banyak hal-hal yang terjadi dalam hidup saya yang kadang terasa begitu cepat, terasa begitu lambat, atau tidak cepat tidak lambat. ada mimpi, ada perubahan. lambat laun persepsi tentang "faith" itu sendiri berubah. it's more like actively pursuing things. you know, just like swimming. you need to take in gulps of air, hold your breath, kick and push and keep your eyes open. struggle. try. survive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hari itu.... saya memikirkan dia. memikirkan mimpi yang pernah saya tanam ketika saya bersamanya. memikirkan perasaan yang begitu kuat dan hidup, hingga lebih hidup dari kenangan reflektif tentang perasaan itu sendiri. memikirkan kebahagiaan yang muncul sebagai tameng ketika segala bentuk imajinasi semakin merajalela menutupi realita yg menjadi pemicu segala sesuatunya menjadi samar. dalam satu pertemuan, saya tersenyum padanya di tengah jalan yang bercabang, mengantarnya pergi untuk memilih jalan kepastian... inilah pembenahan hidup baginya. saya tersenyum padanya, menyadari bahwa saya memang mencintainya, meninggalkan pohon mimpi yang pernah saya tanam, dan beranjak untuk menuju jalan ketidakpastian. inilah pembenahan hidup bagi saya.....berbahagia untuknya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was a magical chronical of our time together. it might hurts you, but yet you know it shouldn't. in my moment of drowning, in that moment of confusion and shock, i've learned to love even more, to give more generously, to live more passionately, to laugh even louder, smile more sincerely, and to hope unrelentingly because on my way to recovering things, i've become someone i've never thought i could be at this point. more mature perhaps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tidak ada yang salah dengan menjadi "a person of faith". baru-baru ini saya makin menyadari bahwa "faith" itu absurd, dimana hal itu makin memperjelas bahwa saya memiliki "faith" bahwa saya adalah "a person of faith", hahaha. faith of something, even i don't know what is it. let say i'm lost. but i'm happy i lost myself somewhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;tomorrow may be shit. &lt;/span&gt;but i've come too far, &lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;why stop?&lt;/span&gt; and that's what i called, "a person of faith"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-8422198729481468203?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8422198729481468203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=8422198729481468203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8422198729481468203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/8422198729481468203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/person-of-faith.html' title='A Person of Faith'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-1248332377902079260</id><published>2008-08-29T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:21:06.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purgatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;saya terbangun pada pagi hari. jam tujuh pagi. segera mandi untuk bersiap-siap. hari ini reportase. dalam hati saya memaki, lelah. semalam siaran dari malam hingga menjelang matahari bersinar. i know. too drama-queen, hehehehe. dalam perjalanan sebuah sms mengganggu waktu melamun saya ketika macet melanda pada pagi hari, layaknya sebuah rutinitas biasa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    " Dante Alighieri ,  1265-1361,the divine comedy. The one that once travel across  heaven and hell , and a place called purgatory. The bridge that you mention is purgatory. I'd rather not  to choose it, coz the way i miss you, is the way where the words do not twist, and the image do not hide.  I just miss you like heaven, or like hell. Not purgatory, nor the bridge. Coz such a feeling, is a dream, not fantasy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    saya tersenyum. menyadari, bahwa memang saya adalah pecinta apa yang dimaksud dengan "purgatory", atau grey area, mungkin, istilah yang paling gampang dicernanya. sms dari sahabat saya itu seakan mengingatkan saya agar jangan terlalu tenggelam dalam grey area, karena  grey area dapat menyesatkan, akibat ketidak-jelasannya. tetapi saya kemudian berpikir....mungkin sebenarnya hidup saya yang cenderung menganut prinsip "purgatory" ini lambat laun sudah banyak berubah. saya mulai memilah-milih, apakah yin, apakah yang. hitam, atau putih. walau terkadang saya selalu ingin bersikukuh, harus ada yung. si abu-abu. saya sekarang sedang berteman dengan yang...tapi  yang dan yin sepertinya tidak mau eksistensi yung dipertontonkan. ya sudah...kali ini saya mengalah. saya hidup mengikuti rutinitas, become one of those people who choose heaven or hell. tapi....ah, magnet purgatory terlalu kuat. saya harus berusaha. i miss you too, mate, just like i miss purgatory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-1248332377902079260?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1248332377902079260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=1248332377902079260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1248332377902079260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/1248332377902079260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/purgatory.html' title='purgatory'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326430212607408.post-3165455181693314385</id><published>2008-06-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:19:58.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the musician (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILE. it's too easy for us. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY. we're just too happy. we're happy until we never really care about something. THE UNSPOKEN THING. now you realized. it's just like we creating moments without ever care. GOSH,look at you. YOU. i know you. i know youuuu. but this time i don't know it's you. grrrrrrr. WHY. why &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; you tell me. NOW you tell me. i never know it's you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326430212607408-3165455181693314385?l=brainmelosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3165455181693314385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326430212607408&amp;postID=3165455181693314385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3165455181693314385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326430212607408/posts/default/3165455181693314385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainmelosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/musician-part-2.html' title='the musician (part 2)'/><author><name>brainmelosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412501796982099279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LlJWHF8njw/SdudYWtjjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3ML8yoygSQ/S220/n1044536536_30347409_6232370.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
