morning musume

it's a quarter after 8, and i'm already in the library. it's kinda cold in here, for the downpour is watering the earth outside. i'm in the run; away from the seductive bed and pillow. i have a lot of thing to finish in this very week. getting myself involved in convest, glide, and the just-around-the-corner examinations don't let me to indulge in my senses.

yesterday, when i was in the (kind of boring) obj. orntd. programming class, half conscious, for the otak dah tepu, i saw the bored stopa (read: musthofa) starting to write something on the table. vandalisme, heh? i got hooked with the khat he made, and the arabic poem he wrote. i asked him to write the first rangkap in my book, and the literal tranlation was:

give me two hearts,
i will love you with one.
and i will plant the other one
in your soul; torturing.

then, i read him what i had memorized when i was young:

[translated: waqod ightada watthoiru....]
berpagi-pagi aku keluar,
sedangkan burung-burung masih di sarang,
dengan kudaku
yang bagaikan baldu terpasang: bulunya,
ke kiri, ke kanan,
depan dan belakang
ku pacu laju,
bagaikan batu yang jatuh dari lerengan.

i forgot the rest.