Dan masih dirimu yang membuat dinding ini bergema
semuanya masih seperti semula
masih dirimu dan langit rona senja
hanya aku, hanya aku yang berbeda
aku kehabisan cara membuatmu bahagia
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Memeluk Majemuk
Andai semua bisa membaca cukup dengan kedipan mata.
Andai resah ini bersuara dan cemas ini dapat bergumam, aku tidak perlu mencari bahasa yang pas untuk berbicara denganmu.
Andai angin saja cukup membisikkan yang sedari tadi bergema di dinding hati. Atau terukir jawaban atas semua yang membelenggu kita di langit. Bisakah kamu temukan jawaban dari "apa," "kenapa," dan "mengapa" kita yang mungkin saja mengambang di genangan air?
Andai ombak dapat menenggelamkanmu dalam pemahamanku. Sentuhlah dasar laut maka kamu temukan serpihan aku terdampar, menunggu untuk menjadi apung di permukaan.
Andai kamu tahu aku lelah mencari bahasa yang pas untuk kita berbagi lagi. Semua perihal yang menyangkut bahasa, isyarat, dan pengertian sangat memuakkan. Oh, andai kamu tahu aku selalu gagal dalam pelajaran Bahasa Indonesia. Menyerahlah pada keadaan bahwa kita sama-sama membutuhkan. Aku sirna tanpamu dan begitu adanya kamu.
Andai kamu, banyak kamu tahu.
Lalu di hadapan cermin besar ini, di hadapannya, ia memejamkan mata tanda setuju bahwa mereka kembali melebur dalam satu raga; bersama.
Andai resah ini bersuara dan cemas ini dapat bergumam, aku tidak perlu mencari bahasa yang pas untuk berbicara denganmu.
Andai angin saja cukup membisikkan yang sedari tadi bergema di dinding hati. Atau terukir jawaban atas semua yang membelenggu kita di langit. Bisakah kamu temukan jawaban dari "apa," "kenapa," dan "mengapa" kita yang mungkin saja mengambang di genangan air?
Andai ombak dapat menenggelamkanmu dalam pemahamanku. Sentuhlah dasar laut maka kamu temukan serpihan aku terdampar, menunggu untuk menjadi apung di permukaan.
Andai kamu tahu aku lelah mencari bahasa yang pas untuk kita berbagi lagi. Semua perihal yang menyangkut bahasa, isyarat, dan pengertian sangat memuakkan. Oh, andai kamu tahu aku selalu gagal dalam pelajaran Bahasa Indonesia. Menyerahlah pada keadaan bahwa kita sama-sama membutuhkan. Aku sirna tanpamu dan begitu adanya kamu.
Andai kamu, banyak kamu tahu.
Lalu di hadapan cermin besar ini, di hadapannya, ia memejamkan mata tanda setuju bahwa mereka kembali melebur dalam satu raga; bersama.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Holi-Holiday Part I
Libur telah tiba!
I began my first week of holiday with Amel, Eci and Ovi to Kuala Lumpur. Ninta should be there too but sadly her daddy didn't permit her. Well, we were staying at Amel cousin's place. Tulloh, Amel's cousin, was very nice. His cooking was delish. We were all addicted to his 'ayam kecap' nom nom! Tulloh and his friend, Kak Daviq accompanied us along the week and became sudden tour guiders.
The four of us went to places like Bukit Bintang and blabla which remained the same with other big city's shopping square but i got very excited when we went to Genting Highland. I saw city lights from hanging-in-the-air-ride. The scenery was breathtaking since i've been always in love with mountains and trees. Furthermore, foggy sky covered the night. Successfully made that day complete. But the atmosphere turned into creepy cause Tulloh and Kak Daviq scared us out by making ghost noises. And successfully ruined my beautiful night too, thank you.
And came this funny accident. It started on our way home from Genting. We went home with separated taxis. Tulloh, Amel, and Ovi's taxi arrived earlier than mine. Me, Eci and Kak Daviq were left behind. We finally arrived, Eci and I saw a tiny Indian restaurant across Tulloh's apartment. Quick decision had been made, Eci and I walked straight into that restaurant. No one knew that we stopped by but Kak Daviq. Eci and I agreed to keep our mouth shut from Amel and Ovi and enjoy our prata bread that only costed RM1. Tulloh asked where were we and Eci said we went looking for mineral water. So we got back home and pretended we were out to buy mineral water and didn't bring even tell Amel and Ovi we ate prata bread. Aaand 2 hours later Eci had stomachache. LOL

OH AND YES I SAW BREAKBOT! but i skipped Steve Aoki :-(
I began my first week of holiday with Amel, Eci and Ovi to Kuala Lumpur. Ninta should be there too but sadly her daddy didn't permit her. Well, we were staying at Amel cousin's place. Tulloh, Amel's cousin, was very nice. His cooking was delish. We were all addicted to his 'ayam kecap' nom nom! Tulloh and his friend, Kak Daviq accompanied us along the week and became sudden tour guiders.
The four of us went to places like Bukit Bintang and blabla which remained the same with other big city's shopping square but i got very excited when we went to Genting Highland. I saw city lights from hanging-in-the-air-ride. The scenery was breathtaking since i've been always in love with mountains and trees. Furthermore, foggy sky covered the night. Successfully made that day complete. But the atmosphere turned into creepy cause Tulloh and Kak Daviq scared us out by making ghost noises. And successfully ruined my beautiful night too, thank you.
And came this funny accident. It started on our way home from Genting. We went home with separated taxis. Tulloh, Amel, and Ovi's taxi arrived earlier than mine. Me, Eci and Kak Daviq were left behind. We finally arrived, Eci and I saw a tiny Indian restaurant across Tulloh's apartment. Quick decision had been made, Eci and I walked straight into that restaurant. No one knew that we stopped by but Kak Daviq. Eci and I agreed to keep our mouth shut from Amel and Ovi and enjoy our prata bread that only costed RM1. Tulloh asked where were we and Eci said we went looking for mineral water. So we got back home and pretended we were out to buy mineral water and didn't bring even tell Amel and Ovi we ate prata bread. Aaand 2 hours later Eci had stomachache. LOL
L-R: Amel Tulloh Kak Daviq Ovi Eci
creepy...
Saturday, January 12, 2013
GYC & CFD
Finally my final semester exam's done but still, insecurity haunting. The result is not coming yet loooooooooong sighhhhhhhhhhh...hhh
OK so recently, i joined GYC Surabaya, which run by students and focused on environmental issues especially around Surabaya. For the sake of our image(?) and promotion we had morning cycling. The route was from ITS to CFD (Car Free Day) zone along Ahmad Yani and yes, that bike truly wasn't mine..... whatsoever i still looked good on that HAHAHA
borrowed bicycle
GYCers.......or just say GYC members. i really don't mind
taken by another GYC member and why oh why the focus ain't pointing at me
On our way home, we saw garage-sale-puppies-wanna-be by a woman across the street. We stopped-by for a while to see major cuteness but ended seeing the most ironic moment of the year. The woman, who sold puppies, was rude and gave them Rinso-bathing. FYI, Rinso is a laundry soap and AS WE ALL KNOW laundry soap will never ever be compatible with animals and other living thing's skin. About 2 minutes after that, we saw a dying puppy and a minute later that puppy died. I really wanted to take an action but i just did nothing. The woman ignored us and pretended she didn't see us. So, I hope by posting and sharing this pity view my voice will be heard.
~~HAPPY HOLIDAY~~
Monday, December 31, 2012
Coming Up
More is more.
i can't remember what i've been thru this year, it seemed tough.
what differences a year made. many things changed in just one year and i'm pretty sure i left few things behind. things left unsaid, things left untold, and some that still waiting to be done.
from A to Z, they were all in my dictionary. happiness-loneliness-sadness; how could this year turning me upside-down easily. i ain't regretting for what i've done or met or known. what passed me by were meaningful. i gained so much from my experiences this year.
it's 11:48 PM and still, i don't get enough of 2012
it's scary to think one year ahead but what more is more. i believe on what future holds.
happy new year, beautiful people. everyone deserves to be happy!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Menujuh
menujuh; perjalanan ini mulai terasa melelahkan. jemari yang dulu saling menggenggam acap kali memilih masing-masing. bayangan-bayangan yang rapat meminta ruang. bahu yang dulu sejajar tak lagi bersisian. berirama, sayup kini langkah-langkah terdengar tak seirama.
pandanganku kini menujumu.
dan semua tentangmu yang tersusun baik dalam memoriku memaksa untuk diingat
mata itu, memancar damai kala amarah meraja
bibir itu, membisik hangat kala butuh penyemangat
tangan itu, tanpa lelah mengulur saat aku jatuh
kaki itu, tanpa lelah mengejar dimana aku memanggil
kini pandanganku jatuh, meninjau kamu utuh
raga itu, kamu, menggenapkan aku
perjalanan kita masih jauh
jangan menepi kerap ego menyekap,
cemburu memenjara,
dan tangis memerangkap
perjalanan kita masih sangat jauh dan baru menujuh
mengapa kita tidak kembali
mengok isi hati kita,
sekali lagi
Labels:
prose
Sunday, December 16, 2012
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)



















