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Author: Diana Tri W.

The Day Mr. Frankie Left

The Day Mr. Frankie Left

Our air-conditioner guy just died last week. Barely knew the guy. But the time my mother broke the news, I almost choked by the piece of crab leg I was struggling to eat. She said he died of heart attack while jogging. I could only say “but why?” We call him Mr. Frankie, because..it’s his name. And sadly just about the only thing we knew of him. About a month earlier, my air-con wouldn’t breathe even the smallest amount of breeze….

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When The World Was a Better Place Without Facebook

When The World Was a Better Place Without Facebook

Don’t get me wrong, please don’t.I—like most of your that might be reading, I’m sure—has been a hands-on actor on the development of today’s fastest growing social network site that is Facebook.We’ve seen it evolve before our eyes, under our very fingertips.We resisted on it changes, but succumbed to its vital role—be it wanted or not— in our lives.We make groups saying ‘bring back the old Facebook’ and join them to no avail.The f*ck to no avail. that’s what make…

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Musica de Parc de Guelle

Musica de Parc de Guelle

In Barcelona, at the Parc de Guelle, played a Musician. a Guitar player who plays the most unbelievably beautiful resonance with the help of where he was sitting, an empty mezzanine in between two stories with pillars and ceiling with abstract art which was in every essence distinctively Gaudí. As if he was hiding. I don’t know who he is. But his music made people stop making sounds because it might interrupt this sound, that was so transiently subtle that you’d thought…

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Bosch Painting on The Tarmac

Bosch Painting on The Tarmac

I saw a dead rat on the street this morning on my way to work today.  I saw it from afar and I could vividly imagine and smell the gore. its red gut spilling all over in contrast with its black gleam of hair. A vivid image that reminded me of Bosch paintings. The paintings that actually, preach, but somehow I remember being disgusted and haunted by it. But in a very bizarre way I couldn’t look away, and felt that…

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Melupakan Adonis

Melupakan Adonis

P bilang “kita terlalu banyak melihat dunia.” Ketika saya tanya kenapa kita mau terlalu banyak di hidup ini.Terlalu banyak mengenal kota cantik, danau sepi, angin dengan semerbak bau kayu, daun rimbun, buah manis di semua musim, seorang Adonis dengan senyum sipu, yang tidak mau terdengar berkelakar, tapi memang ingin sekali tertawa bahagia di pangkal lehernya karena ia sangat terhibur dengan senyummu.Dengan rambut coklat keemasan, mata biru ombak yang seperti tembus pandang, tapi bukan kosong.Karena ia senang sekali menatap wajah dan…

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About Being Consciously and Subconsciously Out of Gas

About Being Consciously and Subconsciously Out of Gas

I’ve been out of gas. completely. even now, as I’m typing this down.This morning I was totally broke that the question ‘Aren’t you buying petrol?” could only be answered by ‘with what?”.The needle was sinking way beyond the bottom line.Tthe last line that possibly doesn’t actually mean ’empty’.because most car makers wouldn’t think its drivers are cheap enough not to buy gas even their car tells them so.except you’re at Timbuktu or making movies with dramatic effects.That red line on…

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The Time We Had to Abandon the Steps that’s gone too far

The Time We Had to Abandon the Steps that’s gone too far

i’m walking through a leafy canopy of green, cold and smelling like rain. Rain has left this dry of cold months ago. I can only walk with no stop, i look up and saw some dust-like amber following me like trails What did i run away from? I have not remembered for quite some time. But i know i belong. two miles away is where the foliage stops. Then someplace not unlike the journey here, lies. i promise this land…

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Opus 23, 36 and Donald’s Woes

Opus 23, 36 and Donald’s Woes

Opus 23 is playing again and yet again trying to put my ears and mind to a test of allegiance. Will I ever crack and spill to recurring ennui? Not right now. the right amount of solemn desolation dignified through gentle vibrations of piano keys. The only music that can bring me to prompt tears. Still and all a pattern of staccato sound is resounding from the bathroom, it helps me think. drip. drip. “What have you done now?” “for the…

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Mimpi Tadi Malam

Mimpi Tadi Malam

Posting kemarin : semoga malam nanti saya mimpi Indah. Tidak sama sekali.ada seekor anjing yang, entah dari mana saya tahu, horny setengah mati. Kami (saya dan beberapa orang lainnya) ketakutan.Anjing itu kecil, seperti anjing di film The Mask, seingat saya namanya Milo.lalu ada buah Grapefruit.Buah yang tidak ada kaitan rasa atau bentuk dengan buah Anggur. Rasanya sedikit mirip Jeruk Bali, tapi jauh lebih masam. Ukurannya hanya sedikit lebih besar dari Jeruk Sunkist impor. Bulirnya berwarna merah muda keunguan dan perih…

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Life’s Summer Break Just Ended

Life’s Summer Break Just Ended

Entah tadi malam atau kemarin malam saya bermimpi tentang simbol.bukan tentang simbol-simbol atau sebuah simbol. tetapi, ya simbol.bahwa ia adalah anak pikiran Jung. seperti mimpi, alam bawah sadar dan psikoanalisis yang layaknya keahlian Freud (dan Jung). Nampaknya mimpi saya tidak pernah baca literatur Freud dan Jung.apa mungkin mimpi saya lebih pintar dari saya? semoga malam nanti saya mimpi indah.