and betcha by golly wow! there's a spark of magic in your eyes!

in my awaiting for someone to online :P i've just read a short article about the genious malinowski on the internet, then the lamp right above my now-toughtfull head is sparkling *ting* :D my opinion is that there are no such born geniouses. however, i guess someone like stephen hawkings just simply born with special interest on a specific sucbject. as a matter of fact, for i assume, the intelligence quotient which can be used to obtain academic skill, is actually estimating the interest of a patient in academical knowledge,right? einstein scored an estimation of IQ between 185-200 towards his interest-not in academical skill- but in the particular issue that goes like this to him ; the universe was not as it seemed. so we, each one of us individual, are all genious in our own interest. mami janice can be marked genious in sex things and its erotic activities for example. hehehehehe. despite all, aurora with her dead style society is genious for uh being totally still-statued lineament-and hardly breathless? well, why don't we all congrats our geniouses to what we're all do best at. our interest, whatever simplest thing it is, it's never never useless at all. that's how sir issac newton found his principia. by sitting under an apple tree :P ..so let's have our big celebration for every each of our little interest! then make it big ;-)

poematic shy

ok,so there was this boy back in my high shcool times, whom i had a gigantic crush on! he was in a band and he plays guitar. slurp! oh you know how i've always loved guitar player right. he had like these sexiest picking guitar fingers ahahahaha. anyways, waktu itu kebetulan lagi masa2nya ninggalin 'surat kaleng' di kolong bangku sekolah kan (and the secret admirer thing huhuhu)..uh-huh, you remember? ;) yes, i left a note with a poem under his chair and i do remember how i was got so exciting that day..i always wondered how would he feels when he finds my poem..deg deg..dag dig dug..(of course i didn't write my name. i was too bashful and he was like the all star prom king of all high schools buuhuu) i felt like being trapped in a room and waiting for a bomb to explode!
the poem goes like this :

i dream under the rain of corona
trembled firedust dazles in athena
heartbeat is a lover dancing high
angels rush into amazing sky
i stare at the enchanting star
lost from the eclipse far
played the sirene of a lover's song
you are the sun for everyone
to fall down upon a restless tree
with a poem i found over the mercury
(i wish your heart fell for me only).

filosofi dibalik ganja

saat seorang kekasih berucap, aku cinta kamu (ciuman), sebuah pertanyaan pun terdengar melirih..

apa kamu mencintaiku juga ?

(lirikan)

cinta adalah bunga mawar yang bersemi di kebun belakang. cinta adalah senyuman anak yatim-piatu, cinta adalah ketulusan hati sahabat-sahabatmu, cinta adalah ibu yang menyusui bayinya.

(tertegun)

jadi kamu ngga cinta sama aku ?

cinta adalah duduk di perapian bersama adikku sambil membacakan kisah tentang si upik abu.. dan bukan dengan kamu.

kenapa ?

aku tak menemukan surga di telapak kakimu

apa kamu tetap ngga cinta kalau aku melakukan ini ?

(telanjang)

sakral.. tanpa hasrat.

(hening)

aku akan mencintaimu suatu hari. di saat rumput-rumput mati dan kamu mengerti bahwa warna hijau adalah cinta dari manusia ..bukan pertunjukan telanjang dada.

tapi kamu manusia, kasih sayang itu merah dari sini! (menunjuk dada)

baik, aku cinta kamu. sedalam aku mencintai koleksi piringan hitamku.

(argumen)

sakral.. tanpa hasrat ..untuk dicintai kembali.