grey

phew, it's been a while. I step my feet in this lovely city again, after 4 months ago. if there is one answer to people who ask me why should I come this city, I would probably answer going to concert. I make it as my reason, as always. but anyway I don't have to actually. don't, even to think what the reason is. because Jogja itself is the reason. sure. so, here I wanna tell about GMCO. it is one of student unit in University of Gadjah Mada. they play chamber music, hold some concert, and attract people to come and join to listen their performance. they hold an annual grand concert and some mini concerts. my coming this time is to attend one of their mini concert entitled "Secret Melodies for Someone". yeah, there is theme or title for every concert. this is the third GMCO concert I've attended so far. two previous concerts are "Kisah Kinasih" and "The Story of Our Life". their performance always could amaze me, so I held my breath till th...

selamat malam. lagi, kuhembuskan rindu yang kian hari tak pernah surut. di tengah hal-hal yang harus dibereskan di antara malam-malam yang melelahkan. ada rindu yang ingin diungkapkan. seperti halnya perempuan, dan manusia yang berperasaan, aku bukan orang yang lihai menahan perasaan. Yogyakarta, sudah enam bulan sepertinya, setelah tengah malam yang itu. pada waktu orang-orang sedang terlelap dalam mimpi indahnya akan masa depan. dalam sunyi, merekam detik demi detik terakhir. menyusun rapi ke dalam ingatan. menyimpan segala hal yang bisa membawaku ke memori tentangmu, tentang sudut-sudut dan manusia-manusianya. aku tidak bisa mempuitisasi kata-kata tentangmu seperti pujangga-pujangga di seluruh negeri. aku hanya bisa menyimpanmu di sini saja, di dalam ingatan dan kesan. meninggalkanmu, satu keputusan yang berat. mengguncang seluruh akal dan jiwa. bodoh, gila, atau apalah, mungkin diri memaki dan mencaci diri. entahlah aku menjadi orang lain atau sedang kerasukan. hmmp, begitu tersada...

this is about the last seconds. I'm awake. kids play around. people run to the door. a man shouts while the bell's ringing. many times I try to count till I'm tired, sitting politely becoming the witness of ignorance. silence among the crowds. a little wishper is wishing to be accompanied. unconsciousness too, wishing to smile. but would they listen? people loving, caring, chatting. they laugh, talk, then laugh again. I draw them, right there in my mind. it tells me things. many many things. and I just remain silent. time goes still, as it should be. reminds me about the last seconds. I've been sitting for long. till the bell ringing and the man shouting again. listening to the crowds. wishpering the wish. and still waiting. I'm waiting for myself to rise once again. ~dy 18:55

good morning. here I am reporting from train station in Yogyakarta. for your information. this is the biggest one in this town, besides Lempuyangan station. people usually call it "stasiun tugu" because it's position which is  nearby "tugu yogyakarta", the icon of Yogyakarta. one thing that I experience here is that I feel special. I seldom come here. usually I prefer to Lempuyangan station cause it is not far from where I live. but today is different you know. I enjoy this time well, although I don't like when I walked that far from motorbike drop zone to the entrance. they must care about it. well, I came half hour before the train schedule. the big clock up there shows 7 a.m. when I sat in south platform (tugu station has 2 platforms in both sides). many differrences if I compare it with Lempuyangan station. okay, here I deal with the fact that "you can get more if you pay more". so I find more and more here. many foreigners with their white ski...

this is December. the month that i have always been waiting for since one year ago. this is December, although I think is not my December. I just wanna share how I miss December, but when it comes I can do nothing. do you know? you are like December. come and go, before I realize that new year is coming. I wish you to stay for one or two month more. just to be with me and Jogja. the last seconds in December ~dy