A proposal, a new crush, and things in between. I'm a roller coaster.

Read it here.

Another continuation for Di Apartemen universe, Driftwood, written (in Indonesian) and posted on my writing journal.

Lately I've been so busy with work that I haven't got any chance to indulge myself in fandoms. So far I haven't caught up with FMA:B and Bleach the manga. I really should invest some time for that. :(

Speaking of indulgement, another story for my Di Apartemen universe, Mesin Espresso, is up on my writing journal. Do read and comment if you'd please. Thank you!

HAPPY CAKEDAY, access_identity !

I wrote a continuation for Di Apartemen. For those who want to know how I write in Indonesian (also who have previously read the prequel), do have a read and comment. Thank you beforehand. :)

(1) Kacamata; (2) Sandal.

I'm sentimental and in love. Beware this short piece of writing equipped with Star Wars' influence and nonsensical babbling.

In Indonesian, here's Di Apartemen. Go read and do drop me a comment or two. Thank you!

Has just posted two short poems on my writing journal.

The first one is I'm Pinocchio, because we're all just like Pinocchio inside. The other one is Dalam Sakuku. In Indonesian. Because all we have left is only memory.

So I'm a poet-wannabe, yeah. Got a problem with that? :D

The weather got me in the mood--strange mood, that is. Thus I ended up writing this piece of so-called poem and posted it on my writing journal. It's in Indonesian, tough.

My latest poem (as pathetic as it is), Pagi Hari di Jalan Kompleks, can be read here. I seem to drown in SDD's style that I lost mine. :(

On my birthday, my first-year students threw me a surprise party.

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To all who celebrate, I'm wishing you a very happy Eid al Fitri. May all your worship and service of God be worthy in His eyes.

To President SBY, may you prove me wrong for believing that your popularity matters more than Bhinneka Tunggal Ika since you've done nothing regarding legalized Aceh's qanun.

To Indonesia's new legislators, may you not be fanatical loots and insensitive scoundrels any more than the people think you already have.

To religious hard-liners, may you be the last in your line.

To all non-Moslem, let's wish our Moslem brothers and sisters a happy day because we pray to the same God and that's that.

To all Indonesians, may all your prayer be done in action also.



Warmest,
me

Today's rain is the first rain in this humid, South East-Asian weather. To celebrate the blessing, here is one my favorite rain-themed poems, written by Sapardi Djoko Damono, a living legend and one of the best Indonesian poets if not the best himself.




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Back in my uni year, there's a Culture class that left me with a big impression. My professor, Mrs. Melani Budianta, began the class with this opening:

"What is history? What makes history, history? What constitutes history?"

I think this could be an illustration to an answer.

Today is my last day at the office. I'm saying goodbye to start anew in another place. Mind you, I always believe I'm a person who is always emotionally detached (no kidding) and pretty good at keeping distance from people. My frequently said so-called motto is "what doesn't concern me isn't my concern." I'm not proud of it or the state I am, but it is me and I would never, ever hate myself. However, I am fair. I apologize when I'm at the wrong, and I say thank you when being helped. That's a "when" you see good, not an "if."

And there's always a first time for everything.

My fellow workers were kind, friendly and very supportive. They didn't treat me like a new kid on the blocks, and they didn't give me the eyes when I said I was going to leave. The boss and the management, too, was super nice--and I don't go everyday praising people. You see, I won't say it in flowery way, but to put it simply, they're the kind of co-workers that you would want to be around you. They're not yet my friends, but they definitely are more than strangers. Marlowe once piped up a coined term "friengers." So be it. My ex-fellow workers are the best friengers I've met so far. I realize I've written about them in past tense, but it's only a matter of grammar, not a matter of the heart.

Of course, I'm leaving for a reason that includes my future. Then what is a future? See it this way. My future doesn't just pop up out of nowhere. I may end up a bitter or a better person, but that isn't going to happen in one single day. The me in the future is construted upon the me, me and me I am today. Today's memory is no exception, and that's my history.

And that I could live with.

Dear Love,

Love, you are powerful, mysterious and intense as you are glompable, dorky and silly. You have depth still left unexplored yet and all, and you pretty much shape this world. You are an emotion so powerful, a puzzle so profound, a treasure so often searched for, a journey so often traveled. I admit those all, Love, really I do. But you as well make people go in a little death (French, you know I'm talking about you), go nuts, go irrational, go illogical, go brainmush and go-in-a-go-to-go. So please stop making me do the unimaginable, unthinkable and impossible like falling for married people, hooked people, people who don't even know I exist, people who don't even think twice I more than care for them.

So at least please have decency to be civil to me, thank you.



Love,
Me




RL: Mr. Muntadar al-Zeidi the Not-so Sharp Shoeter, next time you want to throw your shoes at Bush, let me book the VIP ticket, alright?

Note: Don't be a grammar Nazi just this once. I don't feel like it.

Me:
Anything recommended for me to read? I'm boooooooored.

Friend A:
Some people write. Check their writings out.

Me:
Such as?

Friend B:
Some people write.
Some people write better than others.
Some people are a pen mightier than others.

Oh Lord.

RL: I'm a skripper turning into a daytripper. I'm in a journey. I bought a bicycle last night. I am going, my friend!