silence soars softly into the night
prayers wisp-whispers upon thy brows,
as calm clear water that balms and soothes
wearied wings past a day-long flight.
the sun sings as it slumbers
a lullaby of magenta and warm bright ambers.
then the moon smiles
quiet, simple, and slight
amidst promises
and the twinkling night.
the world ends.
the dream begins.
Disclaimer the First: don’t expect this to be a structured essay on anything. this is more a blather than anything else, a stream of consciousness of a very confused mind. Read with caution, and expect to come out at the end of this with a headache.
Disclaimer the Second: this is not about how to use Plurk, that is: no technical advice to be found anywhere on this page. This is about my life with Plurk, three weeks worth of it.
Those who know me, and know me well, know that I am all about procrastination. So, unsurprisingly, I am ecstatic to have found a thing called Plurk. And it doesn’t take long to get addicted. And unlike many other things, I skipped the denial phase, and went straight to the unrepentant card-carrying addict. For me, it’s not a Shakespearean “to plurk or not to plurk”, it’s more “to plurk or to plurk even more”.
What is plurk, you ask? What animal is it? How do you use it? For this, I refer you to the great wisdom of these wonderful people: Leonnie, Imansyah, Ivan Lanin, Teeg, Rheta, Plurktionary, and Indonesian Plurkers Wiki Site.
