my first saturday night

Malem minggu.. special.

Yeah right, so special as if I will never meet another saturday night. But it worth all my life. It stays in my mind now, tomorrow, next year, next fifty years.. forever. Damn.

Diawali dengan konser padus seperti yang sayah bilang dulu2, sayah jadi main di wisuda taun ini. Lagu2 yang dibawain antara lain Bunda, Setahun Kemarin, Melati Suci, dan yang paling penting.. JANGER. Sayah suka banget bagian yang ini:

ja ja ja, ja, ja ja ja, ja jaaaa.. ja ja
(dan disini sayah teriak..) BONG!

Kenapa Bong, dan bukan Pong? Suka aja. BONG.

Dan sorenya, AKHIRNYA setelah dua bulan lebih sayah menjalin hubungan cinta kasih dengan seorang hawa yang seperti singa (dia ngambek sayah namain ..singaorang.. di hape sayah.. haha) AKHIRNYA badak dan singa pergi malem mingguan..

Akhirnya (terlalu banyak akhir..) kutukan “sabtu malem=rapat” bisa dinetralisir oleh pawang berbakat dari cina.. dan pergilah kami keliling2 Bandung dengan niat ga jelas mau kemana.. Sampai saat tukang jamu berhenti dan melayani tukang becak langganannya, kami pun berhenti dan singgah di salah satu tempat minum kopi yang namanya Blend.

The show didn’t go well.

Diawali dengan perhelatan kecil, beranjak dan meningkat menebar api membara perkelahian saling cakar dan seruduk, kami berantem. Tapi waktu memakan semuanya yang statis untuk bergerak, dan kami pun berhenti bertengkar. Atmosfir kembali cerah dan bulan bersinar terang.. (wae padahal mah poek diluar)

Happy ending. Yeah.

Fuck, happy ending dari mana?

Ada lagu bagus dari Tokyo Jihen : Genjitsu wo Warau

you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them
i know your arrogance, but do not point it out
and you’ve not changed a bit in three long dismal years
i think your flaw isn’t so much your fault as a charm
maybe i will meet you one day,
maybe Wednesday, maybe not, not.
still, i’m sure to meet you anyway,
maybe Thursday, maybe not, not.

i want to be you
just like a leaf that has flown away
with the wind and the rain
this romance is so mellow, and so real
just like a song that has died away
with a flash in the night
i would like to be composed of you

you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone
i sing my songs as if I were a prostitute
you take a snap at me,
and stuff yourself on my welfare
i feel like i am clinging to a cloud
maybe I will kiss you slowly,
maybe quickly, maybe not, not.
still, i’m sure to kiss you anyway,
maybe sweetly, maybe not, not.

i want to be you
it’s hard to spend a lifetime for myself
with the quakes and the storm
this romance is an error, and surreal
it’s clear that i love your insensitiveness
like the hills and the sky
i would like to be merged into you