stop keeping other people happy. fuss less about work. you're already screwed. go have fun. be carefree. drink a lot of beers. have a whole lot of sex. think less about the money you earn. or spend. or save. worry not about growing old. and getting sick. eventually you'll die anyway. might as well live while you can.
just take a deep breath and start act like a 26!
1. brad kane and lea salonga – a whole new world
2. george michael and whitney
3. george michael and mary j. blige – as
4. george michael – faith
5. richard marx – hazards
6. richard marx – endless summer nights
7. white lion – you're all i need
8. color me badd – close to heaven
9. color me badd – choose
10. toto – i'll be over you
11. toto – i will remember
12.
13. peter cetera – glory of love
14. peter cetera and crystal bernard – forever tonight
somehow these songs remind me of french twist, indiana jones and the fate of atlantis, pc games called prehistoric, mtv during the good old days, and living.
kupikir, kalian adalah prometheus-ku.
ternyata, akulah prometheus-ku itu.
dan aku masih menunggu heracles-ku.
you may never know,
because you have such a harmonious parents,
whom you love so much and love you back more.
and i'm not going to preach about good virtue,
when i said it hurts to find other woman's stuff
among your father's stuff,
it hurts that much that you just want to shout
la la la la and cover both ears, pretending that
none of that happened and even if they do
they would go by so fast. still, on the contrary,
the image will stay. and changed how you
look at your father. it will never again be with such an awe,
but with distrust, anger and disgust instead.
yet, the worst is looking at your mother,
who is clueless of how her heart will be broken.
something she thought would end,
the day she said i do, to the man she falls for profoundly.
still, i'm a person of my words. i'm not preaching.
it's just something i learned to feel along the way.
there's too much already on my plate
but i guess i can always slip you somewhere
i enjoy bonuses every now and again
and like the yolk on my sunny side-up
i always save the best for last.
i wished lunch is the luxury we both can afford.
i had an almost weirdest dream about you the other day.
you were either a guy who blew up things,
or a terrorist as people nowadays called.
or some sort of serial killer. or a sniper gone bad. i'm not really sure.
the only people who are left to trust you were me,
and my mother whose face at times changes
into some woman at work, a doctor
whom these days i work closely with.
the thing was, after you blew up some building,
you shot somebody, whom i now forgot who,
from a rumah gadang shaped zeppelin,
which we, i don't know who 'we' are, but i'm confident
that it was not just me who were looking out for you,
were sure that it was where you would likely to hide
when you were targeting somebody.
we were right. you shot somebody. but we couldn't find you.
then one day, you went to see me.
showed up on my doorstep. yes. my own place. mine.
with the t-shirt i often see you wearing.
the cream striped brown one. and your worn out jeans.
and faded army-green jacket.
i knew you were a fugitive. but i went with you anyway.
funny thing. you came to take me out on a date.
not a big fancy one where people would notice who you were.
but a modest one. where you would try to please me in your own way.
we stopped to buy snacks.
you bought a packet of steamed peanut. and two steamed corns.
while i bought some fried
i know. it was weird. it was a dream.
then you gave me your hands, and although
romantic things are not on our plate in the real world,
i took and held them. then we went for a walk holding hands.
while we didn't say a thing about anything.
it felt that i knew all the reasons of your wrong-doing.
then i woke up. i checked the time. it was 3 something o'clock.
i went back to sleep and strangely enough that the dream continued.
but this time i was with some guy at work. we were at some training.
and the conversation about you came up. and somewhere along,
i learned that you were in such a terrible condition or situation
that i had to go and get you. or maybe just see you.
and somehow it was my mother whose face still changes at times
into some woman at work, a doctor whom i work closely with,
who showed up and offered to drive me up to where you were.
we went with an old kijang. and the road was terrible.
it was like the road to meulaboh from teunom after the tsunami. even worse.
but that was nothing compared to my mother driving.
her ability to drive was clearly worse than the one i know of.
she was reckless and the car almost flipped. but we pull through.
when we got there. the place was surrounded with the SWAT team.
then i woke up. and it was already the time to get ready.
it was saturday. and i had a youth volunteers gathering to attend.
saya benci bau jeruk yang sedang dikupas
di metromini karena ia bukan bis malam
antar
yang seharusnya mengharamkan
orang-orang mudah mabuk perjalanan menumpanginya
karena metromini adalah angkutan para pekerja
yang pagi siang sore malam membanting tulang
tak juga bisa beli kendaraan sendiri
tapi terutama,
saya benci bau telur rebus
yang sedang dikupas di metromini
yang bisa dengan mudah dijadikan kambing hitam
oleh setiap penumpang
karena baunya seperti kentut.
