Hati-hati,
Aku bisa dalam sekejap membuatmu 'mati'
Terbenam di aksara tanpa bunyi
Di lautan puisi penuh emosi
Tiada bertepi

Cold seat,

3.06 am | 9th May 2016

Selesai Sudah

Sayapnya patah
Tubuhnya tergeletak lemah
Dihempas pahit menuju tanah

I was happy.

27 August,

The sun let out its brightness upon the earth today without hesitation. Clouds merely just a few up there. And here we are, Peter and I, heading to my friend's celebration of her graduation.

We almost late this morning because we both woke up late. But luckily, we still have much time before the celebration started. So we decided to just walk from the station then took a cab although the sun is burning our head like an egg on the pan.

She #1

She doesn't speak too much. But when she does, it'll be shown on every piece of paper strapped on your back. She doesn't talk a lot. But when she does, she doesn't use her tongue, she uses pen. When you hurt her, she doesn't cry tears, she's bleeding ink. When you make her happy, she doesn't laugh, she puts all into a melody and sing it for you. When you left her, she doesn't shattered, she'll turn herself into an echo and forever disappear.

Apartment,
10.05 am | 8th April 2016

Welcome to the circus!

Jadi ada anggota keluarga baru gituuu. Ini dia!

gapapa yha ada guenya heuheu

Dia #1

Kamu hijau
Kamu ungu
Yang dalam setiap desahku
Terselip untaian pilu
Mengukir tanda tanya pada sore di hari Sabtu
Kamu tak pernah tahu
Namun selamanya kamu biru
Yang palsu menyanyikan rindu

Cold seat,

2.39 am | 9th May 2016

Termangu

dan aku lantas termangu
pada satu rasa yang bergerak tak menentu
yang arahnya pun tiada yang tahu

Second Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder what if I turn the hourglass upside down, reset the time before this is all happened. I wonder what would it be like. What if I never went here in the first place? What if I never hopped in to that plane? What if the plane were never took off? What if it were never accross in my mind to coming here? What if I just stayed at home instead?

What if?

"You were red and you liked me because I was blue
You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky
And you decided purple just wasn't for you"

- Ashley Nicolette Frangipane

Not Cinderella's Pair of Glass Slippers

14th December

"Are you sure?" Peter asked me with a huge question mark hanging on his forehead. By the sound of his voice, I can very much tell that he doesn't like it. At all. Even when he doesn't say anything, it's all there in his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Do I look like I have an option here?"

Language Barrier

They said there would absolutely no problem at all for me to be here, speaking in totally different language. I can survive, or so they thought. They said that I'm good I'm basically a walking dictionary. They often came to me to help them translating words. And sometimes I even irritated them when I started talking in this language. Or when I put the English subtitle when we watched movies instead of Bahasa.

Ngeblog

Ada temen yg sempet nanya gini, "Ca, lu nulis blog gitu buat apasih?"

Jawabannya:

"Buat ngeluarin isi pikiran yg berisik, yg makin penuh sesak kalo ngga dikeluarin sebagian."

"Menulis saja, tanpa harus perlu membuat semua orang suka. Kalau ada yang enggak suka dan enggak mau baca, barangkali itu bukan selera dia. Karena setiap orang punya kebutuhannya masing-masing akan sebuah tulisan."

- jalansaja 
11.16 am | 30th August 2015