kudaG
28-01-2000, 12:53 AM
Gini yah, aku kok merasa bahwa aku ini gak ada kelebihannya dibanding teman-temanku. Aku gak pinter, gak cakep, gak kaya, gak supel, gak ramah, dan kalo becanda garing. Pokoknya aku kayaknya rendah banget. Karena itu, aku menarik diri dari pergaulan karena hanya akan membuatku semakin tertekan. Akhirnya pelarianku adalah IRC, karena disini aku bisa bebas menjadi siapa saja yang kuinginkan. AKu lari ke dunia imajiner dimana aku bisa menjadi seorang model, artis, presiden, jenderal, atau penegmis. Dunia imajinasi adalah dunia terindah yang kumiliki, dan menjadi tempat persembunyian yan menarik dan aman. Akan tetapi akau sadara bahwa tidak selamanya aku bisa bersembunyi disana, tapi bagaimana cara aku keluar dari sana? aku tak tahu...
Pokoknya kondisiku sama seperti tokoh dalam lagu Santa Monica-nya SAvage Garden berikut.
In Santa Monica, in the winter time,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your
coffee from
The coolest places on the
promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere
you turn
It's there
I sit and wonder what am I
doing here?
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the
difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the people got
modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those
in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more
than this
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know
the difference
On the telephone line, I am
any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or
space invader
And you wouldn't know
the difference
Or would you?
Pokoknya kondisiku sama seperti tokoh dalam lagu Santa Monica-nya SAvage Garden berikut.
In Santa Monica, in the winter time,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your
coffee from
The coolest places on the
promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere
you turn
It's there
I sit and wonder what am I
doing here?
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the
difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the people got
modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those
in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more
than this
But on the telephone line I
am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know
the difference
On the telephone line, I am
any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or
space invader
And you wouldn't know
the difference
Or would you?