Brothers

Brothers

/brəT͟Hərs/

(noun.)

'a Person whom you are related to. Sometimes a role model, Sometimes an ass, sometimes a friend. a Person who you are stuck being related to until the day you die through good or bad'

Older Brother

/Older brəT͟Hər/

(noun.)

a Genetic disorder of having a male older sibling. They have two objectives on life, one to annoy the living piss out of you, and two to protect/ teach you.

Little Brother

/Litel brəT͟Hər/

(noun.)

The annoying little thing that always piss you off, but mums love them. Generally smaller. Quite annoying at times and seems to take great enjoyment in copying your everymove.

Dear little brother
I'll always gonna be that someone who'll makes fun of you
Annoy you
And make your life a living hell

And I'll also be the one
Who'll beat the life of any other living shit
Who tries to make fun of you

You're my bro
And no one makes fun of you
Except me

A Couple of Clown

The best relationship is when you're trying to be stupid

and they do even more with you

By doing something stupid together

You'll have a laugh

You'll be yourself

And you dont need to behave yourself just to get some approval

And you wont even give a damn hell whatever other people says

Because deep down you always knew

That there will always be

This someone that'll cheer you up with their every stupid ways

And made you feel that being normal is fucking boring

Like a couple of clown

- Y

This is a picture of the famous dead sea

People said its the saltiest place on earth

Little do they know that actually

Its second only to your salty ass bitch

The Hero From The Past

Im happy

For days now suddenly my dad and me talks more in chat

Im talking about my works and he talk about his new businesses

He told me that he wanna build a stockbreeding and plantation

For the future of you and your brothers he said

And while at it he always gave his best honest opinion about what should I do

In the end he'll leave the rest for me to choose


I really miss those talks with him

For me as a child he is the hero I depend on

He is the one that I look up to


We went to a rocky time in my teenage year, my highschool year

I wanna do what I wanna do

Yet he always push me to turn into something that he wanted to

The harsh words that came from his mouth stab me deeply

An argument between a teenage brat and his stubborn dad


The chemistry are gone that time

Its like we went a seperate way but still looking out for each other

Like two ship in a middle of mist

Knowing that theres something near but keeping the distance for the better

And the hero from my past turns into something I wanna prove my self to

Even worse, someone whom I hate occasionally


But these few days my mind wondering around to the past

The time when we still share a laugh like a bunch of peas in a pod

I remember when he drove me around travelling aimlessly just for fun

And carry me when I fell asleep to bed

Then he'll slap me when I do something wrong

But then he beat the living shit of someone who made me cry


In someway, I miss my dad

And Im thankfull for everything he done from the slap to the hug

Whatever things we've been through till tonight

In my mind you're always be my hero, Dad


I pray to god that you'll stay healthy

Because one day Im surely gonna make you proud of me


To my hero from the past

To my closest friend

To my worst enemy

To someone who I'll always love till the end of time

To you, Dad


I Love You

Random Lullaby

My mind works in such a funny way

It works in such a random way 

Every thoughts come pouring in unexpected time


Growing such a curiousity about everything in between

On a random place and random time and even about the most random things

Read my previous early few post and you'll saw my mumbling 

Every words of it doesnt even meant anything in the real life that day

Not talking about someone or something as in specific

Getting those thoughts in words here only just to erase those random lullaby that sang happily in my mind


Those words are the way to communicate between my consciousness and the sound in my head

Example is that time when I'm playing games in PC, while my hand is holding the controller, my eyes focused on the monitor, but my mind wanders away about someone who lies

Lurking about the moment when someone lies when you already know the truth

Under those odd conversation with my self which has no meaning whatsoever in my current daily life

Random Lullaby sings happily while my physical body doing another thing to get through the day

I call her the devil

Cause she makes me wanna sin

And every time she knocks

I cant help but let her in

High Five

I really wanna be as high as this five right now

Kota segaris, jutaan kenangan

Selalu indah di kala malam

Orang bilang ini negeri mimpi

Tiap sudutnya penuh arti

Sebenci apapun mereka dengan kota kecil ini

Di satu titik

Mereka selalu ingin kembali

Selamat malam Jatinangorku

Eye didnt see

Its funny when you know about something but someone still lies or hide it away

And you just play along, being stupid, and nodding your head smiling

"Ohya?"
"Hoo gitu"
"Okede haha"
"Au deh"

The usual catchphrase that came from my mouth when that moment arise

Its hard enough to act like you dont know anything when the fact is you know too much, and even harder when its by accident

But thats none of my business isnt it?

Better to just play along

Because when someone thinks that youre easily fooled, you'll know the nature of that someone

And when the time come, I already know what to do

"Ohya? Haha okede"

Those Words

Its friday 4th 8pm

I was working my ass off meeting the head of online driver in Jatinangor near Bunga Mas.

We were chatting a lot of how business done here and whats the flaw and all those complains.

He told me that he and his team would help me if I needed any. I dont know either to trust or just play on with it, but what the hell, let me try to build a hope towards people for the beginning of this new year.

And if in the ends it bounce back to me, at least I learned something wouldnt I?

It may cost me my job, but, theres nothing wrong to held your ends to somebody once a while, evenly onto a total stranger.

Im trying to start to trust people again

I had a chitchat with Andri afterwards and went to Hermit to buy some coffee for the vicehead.

There I met Vincent, a junior from campus whom I knew from The Hermit.

He's bringing that book, the book of poetry.

I just took a glance at it since Im not really into those short of things, at first.

After the usual chitchat here and there, I tried to open that book and read some of the content.

Im amazed

Those words lined up perfectly, even someone like me whos not into poetry got mesmerized by the words.

Its written buy a guy named Remy Sylado.

I cant stop reading his words, it took my soul and attach it into it.

I remember one of his poem

Its named

ANTARA MABUK DAN SIUMAN

Pernah dari rasam yang mengitari diri

turun cerita dari para pandai rawi

bahwa perbekalan cinta hanyut di sebuah keangkuhan

cadarnya tanggal dan matanya telanjang

tiada tali yang mengikat ekor sejarah

Apa yang diharap dari mabuk ini?

Pernah dari salam pada nyala api

yang mengobar menyingkirkan kesumat

kubiarkan asapnya memedihkan selaput mata

bersatu kabut dan menyusunnya jadi perjanjian

kuambil tali dan mengikat cinta pada sejarah

apa yang diharap dari siuman ini?

Dalam mabuk aku tak pernah takut

pada siapa pun

Dalam siuman aku selalu takut

pada diriku sendiri.

Im stunned

I really am stunned of those last sentences

Dalam mabuk aku tak pernah takut

pada siapa pun

Dalam siuman aku selalu takut

pada diriku sendiri.

I do mr Remy, 

I do

Im terrified of myself when Im sane

When Im all alone and sane, and those logic, thinking, and thoughts buzzing in.

Im afraid of me

I got too many flaws to count

And too many sins thatve been done and will be

Im afraid of dissapointing people, and mostly, myself

Im afraid that every step I take would dissapoint myself in the future and my past self.

But when Im drunk, I never afraid of anything

Its like being a bird, wandering around in the skies freely

Im free

Maybe this is why people love being drunk, or high

They were free

At least in that state, nothing else matter, just you and yourself, minding your own business

I always knew that being mature is hard, but I never knew that it would be this hard

So

I'd rather being a child than to be mature but drunk all the time

Its so simple yet so hard

But thats life folks

Its not a fucking wonderland

Dear my future and past self

Please dont be mad at me

And if one day Ive done something that would crush us

Please, remind me of own self

Me