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Poems. Bound by rules above. We used to learn this in school, making poems that rhyme as such. Funny chants that started with "There once was a man from Vermont". We racked our brains looking for terms that rhyme, and the lesser of us settled on "The cat, sat on, the mat". And then the Japanese, for one, stuck up their middle finger to European poetry and said "No. Not us. We shall begin our poetry with C, and end it with a Z, no rhyming whatsoever". And hence, haiku.

the women playing sitar
sound echoing in the valleys
the fish care not

Or something like that anyway.

Tupac would be pleasantly surprised to know that less than 15 years after his death, we see a black American president.

The only thing that escapes change is change itself. None of us can. Even our perception of God has changed. It took only a few hundred years for it to change from the jealous, war-loving God in the Old Testaments to the fatherly figure He is in the New Testament. Everything changes. Everyone changes. I can try and be naive, saying I haven't changed at all. The me I am last year is the same as the me I am now. But then we'd both be lying.

Romance has changed for me. Pizza and a movie or playing a video game together used to be romantic. It used to be enough. An arm around my shoulder used to make monkeys jump in my stomach, and the very idea of flowers used to make me go "Yuck!". But that was a very, very long time ago. Now? Now I want flowers. Kisses in the dark that fall a little off my lips. Lip-syncing to a song for me. Warm hugs that tighten, tighter, I can't breathe... I don't mind... more, please? Waking up under an arm so relaxed around me I can't even move. Tucking me in with his body, pretending I want to get away. Public kisses that were meant only for me. An occasionally overbearing jealousy... occasionally. I want it all now. Even... marriage proposals.

she smiles of love
her hands on his heart
beating fast
the world
irrelevant


Playlist:
* glenn fredly feat. jamie aditya - good times
* andien - tentang aku
* after - seperti

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