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ada Raja Kera
bersama Kapten Lee
mereka memainkan gitar.

Di bawahnya, ada yang berkomentar.
Dan tak seharusnya aku melihat komentar.

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Aku tersadar.
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terlihat dari petikannya Raja Kera
Lalu aku klik tombol "pause".
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Ketika kembali ke saat itu

Saat itu 11 juni
aku flu
tapi aku bahagia

saat itu 11 juni
bukan 12 juni
ketika aku berbalas
kata dengan
layar kaca..

Kalau cinta itu Tuhan
maka aku telah berdosa kepadanya.

Orang yang mengkhianati tuhan adalah musyrik

dan pada 11 juni,
dan setelahnya,
aku semakin yakin kalau aku ini telah musyrik

tidak seharusnya membuat cinta menjadi dua

Kalau cinta itu Tuhan
maka cinta seharusnya esa

dan bagi yang menduakan
akan menanggung pahitnya karma.

dan aku sedang mengalaminya.

Mengalami yang seharusnya hanya kutanggung satu
kini terpecah jadi dua.
bingung sudah.

Saat itu 11 juni
aku sedang flu
saat inipun aku masih flu.
11 juni jadi saksi bisu yang melepas sumbat dari dalam tenggorokannya
merobek perekat pekat yang membuat buta matanya.
Ia menunjuk.

Saat itu 11 juni.
aku dan layar kaca bertukar kata.
dan aku terlalu bangga
mungkin karena pengaruh obat flu
atau apapun itu.
tanpa alasan apapun,
cinta semestinya esa, semestinya satu.

sekarang aku masih flu.
dan kalau kamu mau tau
layar kaca itu
layar kaca itu
mau tau
aku masih flu
dan Vitamin C mungkin akan
membantu
akan
mungkin
Vitamin C
membantu.

It's real and already happened

Not going to make a pathetic, meaningless post this time. This time I want to express what I feel toward THIS THING that was a part of my childhood and part of all music enthusiasts, and that is cassettes.

To begin with, I took interest on music release in the form of a magnetic sheets, rolled inside a squarish containment, a cassette when I was a 5 or 6 grader. I don't want to make myself as if i were a more mature child among my friends at that time because I still made myself out of boredom with plastic and metallic toys. I can be said as "weird" at that time in terms of my music preferences. While everyone was so hyped listening and praising Peterpan, Ada band, Padi, Sheila on 7 and such, I was, mostly, listening to artists other than that, Foreign artists. Again, I'm not making myself as if I were "above" everyone but that's the truth. Of course I listened to Base Jam, also Peterpan, also Sheila on 7, and others because in the past they still released good musics, compared to nowadays. But, I really remembered I (quite) listened to non-domestic artists a lot.
I believe my first encounter of non-domestic music that made me love them has to be the responsibility of Coldplay's "Clocks". Before "Clocks" I had known and listened their "In My Place", but at that time I don't like it. Unfortunately, the media I listened to the track was not a legal media. It was a CD burned with music tracks. I also remembered that I also love the tracks besides "Clocks" that was included in the CD, and they are: Aqua (if i'm not mistaken) "Turn Back Time", (I forgot who the artist is) "Juxtaposed With You", and others. I was so in love with "Clocks" that when Coldplay released their third album "X & Y" I also recorded "Clocks" into the cassette that contained the whole album's tracks, making (as if) it a bonus track. Since then, "Clocks" is one of many tracks that I still listen to until now, along with the band's "X & Y".
Finished with coldplay I found out that The Killers' debut album "Hot Fuss" and Robbie Williams "Intensive Care" sound astounding. Hot Fuss, for me, without a doubt, is the band's best release so far. As for "Intensive Care", I can't say much about it since I am not yet listening to Robbie Williams' releases other than that, but I think it's one of good releases of Williams.

Time flies and music, along with its industry, progressed. I was so surprised to know that all this time I had been blindfolded by music in its digital form, the mp3 file and others. Blindfolded? well of course it is, I was. For I never have the thought that the one that constructed my past, one of the parts of it, are getting and even already disappeared. That is, the cassette. Well, it doesn't mean that I'm not grateful or happy with mp3s, I'm glad it was invented, I am, because without such progress and invention I wouldn't be able to listen to music anytime and anywhere and I guess progression, on whatever it is, brought goodness and badness.
The extinction of cassettes is one of the badness of digital music form invention. But then, of course, why? Cassette is so yesterday, it's not reliable, it's quite troublesome, why am I still sad for it? I guess it's because the concept (or whatever anyone would call it) of "energy" one of my docents introduced me to it.
This "energy", more or less, is the way things are used to be according to my comprehension of the concept. The way things are used to be includes: the way it works, the way we use it, the way it gives peculiar experience to us, the way it became a part of us. It's so hard to  know the good old cassettes had gone, and it's so hard to explain why it is so hard to let go of it. I believe, as I had mentioned it before, the way it became a part of us plays a good role. There are melancholic persons, but I guess everyone in general loves to reminisce, to remember their past just because the past had become so exotic, so peculiar because we had left it, moved on from it too far to where we are now. The part of us we lost of means that we will never taste, feel, or see it again anymore. It would be hard for us to experience our own past again without the means that helps us come back to it again, and all reasons I have made I consider them as the answer why it's so hard to let one part of our past, our memory go and why the cassette is very important, memory wise.

Nonetheless the reasons, the blabbering I have made, there are no reason to stuck still in the past, we got to move on. It's sad but it's also a thing to be proud of, knowing the almost (or already) extinct audio cassettes. Because, and I mean.. look at them vinyls! They were the ones who got extinct first before audio cassettes, and look at them now, becoming one of special releases form when an artist releases a new material to the public. Them gramophones still exists, though the authentic, the ones coming from the golden age of gramophone, is still rare.
I believe, cassettes, sooner or later, will be treated the same too, judging the way artists treats vinyls nowadays, as well as radio-tape.
Cassettes may not existing in the way we used to know now, but nonetheless, some time later and somewhere we would find them cassettes again in their new level of existence and of public recognition.      

In case of any odds..

I gave up my body to the ocean of the world
I let my pride to become a comedy
Everyone can laugh about it

I know that somebody notice
I know that somebody notice

I defy the crowd
I distract my sight
against something I think it's pleasant

But still,
My skin's tingling
and everyone's still watching

I know everybody notice
I know everybody notice

Now, maybe,
I must find the pill
I must take the pill
I must obey the pill
For a better tomorrow that I still cant find.

Random #1

At the park I saw you sing
I closed my eyes
Didn't even want to think

I tried to lie
But there my eyes
went to nowhere
tried to defy

I couldn't wait for tomorrow
and you're not something that
I can just borrow

Maybe I should be
a little bit patient
I was a little bit struck by
a little bit emotion

Now I will never know
where I should go
Now I just saw you swing
Now I cant think

Puisi Patah Hati

Mari putar kunci kamar
dua kali ke arah kanan
Buat kamar gelap
rebah, lalu renungkan
Mari...

Mari pasang earphone
atau getarkan diafragma
loudspeaker
dengan lagu sendu
Mari...

Mari bayangkan
di sebuah mal terkenal
Berjalan berdua
Makan berdua
Bayar satu untuk berdua
Mari bayangkan
Mari...

Mari mulai melipatgandakan
rasa sedih, miris, ditolak
mentah-mentah
Mari mulai menikmati rasa
yang merangsang kerja
kelenjar air mata
Mari...

Mari berharap
Air hujan turun
sederas-derasnya
dan, demi Tuhan
biarkan menimpa jatuh
di tempat mereka yang
berdua-dua bergumul
Mari berharap
Suara air yang jatuh
makin membuat hanyut
hati yang sudah jatuh
Mari..

Mari ulangi semuanya
Ulangi semuanya
yang di atas
kembali
Mari...

Sampai capek membuat
kantuk
dan kantuk menjadi pulas
dan pulas membawa mimpi
sampai mimpi memberi bunga;
Kamu sedang berjalan berdua
di dalamnya.
Biarkan yang indah bertahan
walau cuma sesaat
dan walau hanya ilusi
Biarlah saat terbangun nanti
letih hati, irama sendu,
kamar gelap dan
semua harapan
akan turun hujan
datang lagi.
M-A-R-I....

This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
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I'm going haywire because of..

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

Repetition, intensity are recognition that is why there's..

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

When recognition flew away, attraction is a way
to draw recognition, attraction is repetition that's why there's..

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This is libido, Sigmund said.
And who am I if not one of his believers
This sex drive summons...

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

Oh, I fail to conjure
I fail to endure
Those are all failures...

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
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This sense of melancholy

This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy
This sense of melancholy

Feed me recognition

Feed me
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-COGNITION