I Love Frente's Lyrics...

A girl is the world
That she hasn't heard
The truth is tiptoeing the edge of her skirt
The traffic's a blur
The street's a river
She's bigger and braver than she is clever
A mind so complex
It's breaking her neck
She thinks she's a car drving to its own wreck
Too wild and cool, vulnerable
To think one could change her
That's where I'm a fool
Won't you see it's her, it's her
See it's her, it's her

"Girl"


And I never knew before
but I feel like a child in a cold, cold war
So strong, so tough
Sitting in suburbia, waiting for the wind up
And I don't want to dance
I just want to jump from the prison of circumstance
why am I thinking of -you and me and the labour of love?
Why do I feel like I can never find you?
Why do I feel like I'm the only survivor?
Why am I thinking of -you and me and the labour of love

"Labour of Love"


do you ever look out of the window
somebody's changed the scene
you feel like you're standing in another country
nobody can understand what you mean
are you happy with your human hatred?
stand up and look into the vacancy
and tell me -have you already decided to die?
have you already decided to die?

"Dangerous"


and i don't want to die
i'm as innocent as anybody
i don't even know how to spell revolutionary
Jesus in the sky the bullets in the guns
you don't even know what we mean by repression
blood is the colour of the sunset
you walked into the darkness
i did not hear your last breath
there will not be an inquest
this is not human interest

"cuscutlan"

Four Thoughts of the Day

Thought #1:
Hah. I doubt it.
I smell something fishy lately.

Thought #2:
Happiness is nearby, coz it's the end of the month *payday..!* ;-)

Thought #3:
I haven't smoke cigar for three days. It's an achievement for me, you know.

Thought #4:
I feel like a little girl lately. I am one, actually. I've found my inner peace by being my mama's little girl. I want to be a child again. I want to bond with the children and play. And sing. And cry. And laugh.

I want to be a child again. Maybe forever. Maybe not.

I Love You. Oops~!

It's an amazing week. I was falling in love. Everything is right. The only thing that wrecked it up is just the time.

Why?
Why now?
Why me?
Why him?
Why heartache?
Why pain?
Why tears?
Why ironic?

It has been an amazing week.
It's magical. It should be remembered with a smile.
No regret (should be...)
No more "why?"s (but.. but... why?!)
No more "I love you"s (I love you! OOps...!)

Why?
Why heartache?
Why pain?
Why ironic?

Everything is right but the time is wrong. But it has been an amazing week.
Can't get enough of it. He fits like a glove, for God sake!
Argh! No more complain. It's enough. It's juts life. It's not a big deal. I'll get over it soon.

Yeah... it's not a big deal, coz it happens all the time. I experienced it twice already.
Twice?
..... (thinking)
It is a big deal, then. Oh no...
Did I made the wrong desicion? I don't think so...
So why?!

"You make me sick but I love you"

Oops~!

No Way...

A friend of mine is now talking to me through phone.
He's telling me how he's so obsessed with a girl. He's crazy about this girl.
I told him not to be irrational.
But he said it's hard.
Really? Yes it is.
Even a guy sometimes don't know to use his logic. So it's not just us, right?
Love makes people irrational.
Solution? Never fall in love.
But everybody falls in love!
That's why...
There's no such thing called a rationalist person.

A Walk Through The Woods

My friend e-mail me this atheist joke:

An atheist was taking a walk through the woods. "What majestic trees! What powerful rivers! What beautiful animals!" he said to himself. As he continued walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes. Turning to look, he saw a 7 foot grizzly charging towards him. He ran as fast as he could up the path. Looking over his shoulder he saw that the bear was closing in on him. His heart was pumping frantically and he tried to run even faster.

He tripped and fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up but saw the bear raising his paw to take a swipe at him. At that instant the atheist cried out: "Oh my God..."

Time stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent. It was then that a bright light shone upon the man and a voice came out of the sky saying: "You deny my existence for all of these years, teach others I don't exist, and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?" The atheist looked directly into the light, "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps, could you make the BEAR a Christian?"

"Very well," said the voice. The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. And then the bear lowered his paw, bowed his head and spoke:

"Lord, bless this food which I am about to receive and for which I am truly thankful. Amen."



And then Nosa comments:
NIetzsche said: GOD IS DEAD!!!!
GOD Says: NIETZSCHE IS DEAD!!!
which one is real?

Should I laugh? Or should I pray?
I laughed, then I prayed

Thera's Note on Teaching

Teacher. An occupation that once I hated.
Teaching. One of the most stressful proffession in the whole world, along with being secretary and accountant, and yes, -of course- president.

There past two weeks I've been teaching English for children in elementary school. And I'm in love.

I love the spark in those children's eyes
I love it when they're calling my name "Miss thera!!! Miss Thera!!!"
I love it when they're asking for more things
I love it when they're doing their excercises right
I love it when they're doing it wrong and ask for my help
I love it when they ask permission to go to the toilet
I love it when they're nice
I love it when they're bad
I love to know they need me
I love to know that I need them
I need them to teach me how to be a child again


Can you believe it? I used to be a person who hated children so much. But I've changed.

I love my new-low paid-job!

The Painter

A casual conversation over a cup of coffee in a very corny cafe. Yet she loves his smiles, she loves the conversation. They talked for three hours, but it feels like three minutes. Then there is one flash of thought inside, "if only..."

He was a painter. He claimed to be the unsuccessful one. She didn't believe it. At least he still owns the brush, the pallette, and the colours of his life. He has his canvas nude white. A blank canvas. His canvas is sitting in front of him, wishpering, hoping to be coloured. The canvas sigh. She misses this kind of conversation. But the painter is leaving, walking away to his advanturous life, while the girl _ the canvas_ still hoping to be part in the adrenalin rushing wild world.

Dear Mr. painter, I want to be your canvas...

Kau lebarkan sayapmu
Dan merekahkan durimu
Membiarkan dagingmu tercabik
Injenksikan virus di darahku
Sampai larut
Membunuh gadis itu
Merobek semua mimpi
Dan semua gores duri yang kau tinggalkan
Menghidupkan aku
Setanku
Dan mayatku

Punix, 100806

Hey Rockstar

Hey rockstar
How far is the sky?
I had a crush on you
Believe me, what I'm telling you is true

Hot light, spotlight
Bashing sound of the 10,000 watt speakers
Pumping our heart
Hear the music
Feel it, and fill it

Taste it
Our life in twisting melodies
Blinks and floats beyond
The caprice on the lightened zephyr
Eternal emerald bliss and fear

So tell me, supernova
How far is the sky?
Maybe, I'll catch up later
Meanwhile, enjoy every beat of your adrenalin rush
In every step before the big bad rock n'roll bash

Depok Rock n'Roll city, 090806


-dedicated to a rockstar

Tanam

Kembalikan waktu yang tidak pernah terbuang
Tertanam dalam berbekas meluka
Aku mencari keindahan yang sudah mati

Di dalam diriku
Tertanam hatimu
yang tumbuh merekah
Berbuah indah

Di dalam dirimu
Tertanam nyawaku
Yang kau kubur pelan-pelan
Dan aku pun menghilang
Tertelan
Kelam

More Tests!

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

You Are a Chick Rocker!

You're living proof that chicks can rockYou're inspired by Joan Jett and the DonnasAnd when you rock, you rock hard(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

You May Be a Bit Borderline...

Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...And when you're down, your whole world is crashingScary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!

What Personality Disorder Are You?

Your Lucky Underwear Is Red

You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed. When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

You Are 44% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

Your Personality Profile

You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.While you may not be a total hippie...You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around. You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Manipulating Myself

I'm in a bizzare world where people always lie to each other and it makes me sick. I've always knew that we all live in the world where fakeness is something real, and reality is such a fake, phoney shit. I found same shit in different days. Fuck off. Hate it, but have to live with it.

Orang-orang di sekitar gue saling hina, saling fitnah, saling memanipulasi. Bahkan termasuk gue sendiri. Gue bingung, emang gue salah satu bagian dari pasukan pemalsu itu ato emang yang namanya manusia punya bawaan seperti ini? Damn. Gue sebenernya cuma mao jujur, makanya gue nulis. Gue cuma mao menghibur diri gue sendiri dan jadi diri gue apa adanya di tengah manusia2 pemalsu ini... termasuk gue... yang bikin gue muak banget sama kehidupan. Salah gue? Salah mereka? Atau salah semuanya?

I'm trying to manipulate myself right now, as I'm manipulating you!

There's no such thing like the real life.