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Tuesday, August 29, 2006



Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the days we're afraid of mornings
Here's to the times we fall
Here's to the times we laugh
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.

jaga dirimu di kota seberang.
don't hit the door on your way out ;)


Thursday, July 20, 2006



sava ? dodi ?
where are you guys ?
this blog is dead like ... dead !

got no rythim, got no rhyme.
dancing with myself arent just so right anymore.


Wednesday, March 29, 2006



hey, sava.
want to give breath to this dying blog ?
cause i do :)

(finally i figured out the login's ! ha ! hahahaha)


Wednesday, December 14, 2005



apa kamu memerlukan semua darah di dalam tubuhku untuk mencari jalan keluar, saat kau berkata tidak jujur?
ambillah semua.
egoku sudah mati !


Monday, December 12, 2005



alihkan segalanya...
aku kan menghempaskan segala yang tak mungkin kugapai...
tenang lah sedikit kawan,
aku tak berharap,
itu sudah jelas...
kemarikan pisau itu...
aku ingin membelah dekapan nestapa ini,
hingga kan kita nikmati sari-sari kesedihan yang akan dikeluarkannya...

Posted by vasavadatta at 2:11:00 AM ::

Saturday, June 04, 2005



Kejarlah kejar semua mimpi
Walau itu tak lagi punya arti
Persetan waktu terasa sama
Berulang ulang dan semakin lama
Ludahi saja apa yang ada
Terus berjalan kejar titik cahaya
Walau bosanmu menunggu disana
Kebosanan menunggu di ujung rencana

Rasa bahagia tak pernah lama
Sekejap mata lalu entah kemana
Coba tertawa
Terus tertawa
Yang keluar adalah air mata
Ludahi saja apa yang ada
Terus berjalan kejar titik cahaya
Jangan berhenti
Jangan berhenti
Tetaplah hidup sampai waktu berhenti !


.: Tragic Sound System - Menunggu Bosan :.


Sunday, May 29, 2005



Sudah saatnya bagi kulit yang terbuka ini untuk membengkak.
Masih terasa dengan jelas perihnya.
"Rasakan dan nimatilah!" Seru sebuah suara
Sungguh indah rasanya.
Aku sangat menyukainya!
Mungkin aku akan membuat satu sayatan lagi.
satu lagi.
satu lagi.


Monday, April 18, 2005





Even the most enigmatic and bathetic of topic for poets and philosophers, love, is just simple chemicals in the brain. Sexual and maternal bonding is just oxytocin from the pituitary gland. Love is the triumph of group over individual, of gene over carrier, it's a temporary insanity of sorts that shuts down parts of the brain that might start asking inconvenient questions at the wrong time. At best, love is merely a synchronous delusion, or as H.L. Mencken put it, "love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence."

Love is primarily an irrational expression, this contention is supported by the stunningly typical expression of regret all relationships encounter when the chemicals wear off. Think of how many marriages end in divorce. Besides that, the modern divorce rate is more an expression of the freedom western society allows within relationships and the egregious allowances of love that have not been enjoyed on a comparable scale anywhere in recorded history. Instead of having a mate chosen by parents, clan or lack of alternatives within cloistered societies, the decision rests solely upon the individuals personal discretion, or lack of it. So this decision is now determined by the fleeting whims of emotion with minimal social pressure for long-term success or even a fundamental compatibility between individuals! Thus cohabitation is increasingly popular because it's a superficial way of circumventing the issue of legal partnership entirely.

The vast majority have no idea what they really want out of life or a relationship - it's all fantasies and imagination destined for a rude realization when it's too late anyway. The victims of this widespread, stupidity, ignorance and social-incompetence are the children of such relationships. We'd all be better off if they'd just grasp the fact that if you can't get it right don't do it at all. Unfortunately for the rest of us and social harmony in general, our present errant culture prides itself on perpetuating the triumph of love over reason, not to mention mental and physical health.

Knowing this doesn't make the effect of love any less powerful but the awareness of being manipulated coupled with the powerlessness to rise above creates a maddening feeling, a negative stimulus in stark contrast to the positive of acquiescence. This demonstrates how much of human behavior has no thought involved at all but is just predictable reactions. Freedom? Liberty? One wonders!

The only inalienable rights are those derived from the genetic imperative, all else is fiction. And yet to defy that nature is not only counterproductive but essentially impossible. Well, that's not quite the final word. As modern scientific advances have readily shown, human ingenuity has developed remarkable ways of cheating the system for short term gain even as the long term costs approach staggering proportions.

Posted by vasavadatta at 8:44:00 PM ::

Sunday, April 10, 2005



All my rooms are filled with musty dust
Time has taken all that I possess
I never know if to laugh or to scream
To hate or to believe

How could you walk across that broken bridge
All their eyes followed as you so gracefully lived
And I tossed myself behind your feet
You cursed me

Falling through your sphere
All I know is you and here
Your tongue is fire when you speak
But you make me sing
Your love makes me sing

All my spaces are filled with you
With all the colors in the world yours had to be blue
And I'm breaking through your shameless ways
I can't refrain

Your hair is messy
Your frown is soft
You try to be harsh but you know you're so loved

I will toss myself down at your will
You know you kill

How could you walk across that broken bridge?

Posted by vasavadatta at 2:35:00 PM ::

Wednesday, April 06, 2005



"You see it has never been very easy for me to live, though I am always very happy. I like so much to live and I hate the idea of dying one day. And then i am awfully greedy I want everything from life, I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, and to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish. You see, it is difficult to get all I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger."

-simone de beauvoir-

Posted by vasavadatta at 8:56:00 PM ::