31.12.13
[journal] 2013,
what's in a number? yet, it's not mere a number.
the year i moved out from where i always think of as a home.
and change is good.
the year i entrusted with a title i always long for.
now bear the responsibility.
the year when it finally came to mind, things i thought would never crossed my mind :
all i want is my mom and dad to be happy.
the year that might be the very last time for me to make such a reckless solo travelling.
well, i don't think so. guess there'll still be lots of solo trips. but a reckless one no more.
the year i felt like i'm fourteen again.
watching my favorite guys, being a fan girl to a heart content. and yes, it feels so good to be crazily in love.
the year i learnt to let go.
and letting go never equals to giving up.
the year i began to accept.
and to accept is indeed to give.
the year i dare to say i love myself more.
and nothing is really wrong with that.
the year i came to realize, i can't blame anything to "but, my heart said so".
you did not forget your senses, or did you?
the year i slowly detaching myself from things i shouldn't be too detached to.
distance is something to be embraced, not somewhere to escape to.
the year i choose, despite all, to feel complete and contented :)
Thank you 2013, for having me, to let me grow these ways...
and for all of you : have a wonderful better 2014, dears :)
7.12.13
2.12.13
"Time and experience," Sumire said, summing it up.
untitled #1
ia tumbuh bukan pada hati,
dan besar tanpa jarak.
rindu ini lahir dengan berisik,
namun tak tertanda oleh telinga,
karena mereka sibuk ingin mendengar langkah-langkah (lain) yang mengendap.
rindu ini diam, tidak kemana-mana,
menunggu untuk dijawab,
menunggu untuk diberikan hati.
dibalik rimba pikiran,
yang diantaranya tak berjejak.
1.12.13
[notes] november without a goodbye.
and time does not heal.
it's a journey to end it all.
it's the same one, to start things over.
making itinerary is the quest of a piece of mind,
and a solitude of soul.
making it (really) happen is an attempt to crystallized
what's not meant to be yours, from the very start.
november doesn't hold grudge,
it sent a question, it led the answer.
through the sky to the east i determined.
[travelnotes] my (first) BIGBANG concert.
Prior the Party
From the moment it was confirmed that I got the concert (and the race) ticket, I got really really really excited. I could not believe that watching their concert, even though this one is the mini one, can be a reality in any time, soon. Well, I tried to calm myself down, getting the necessary things done, securing a permission to be off from my office on that very Friday, making sure things would be just okay at home while I'm leaving, and do the packing. Of course, the last one fail. I just did the whole packing things the night right before the flight, which resulted in I didn't get any sleep, at all. Well, partly because I was too excited I couldn't pack things briefly, hence I just finished packing 45 minutes before my taxi came to pick me up --"
At 3.15 early in the morning, my taxi took me to the airport. At 4.00 I already checked-in, followed by having some coffee and cinnamon roll, did the morning prayer, and waiting calmly at the boarding gate's waiting room. It was almost 5.15 when the boarding call heard, and at 5.30 I was ready in my plane that would take me to my boys *kyaa*. At 8.20 Singapore time, I arrived in Changi, passed the immigration, texted my mom, and finally at 9.00 took the MRT to get to the inn which took approximately one hour. After checked into the dorm, made my bed, and organized my things, I was ready to meet the boys. Yay! So off I go to the venue...
...of which when I got there, it was not so that 'yay!' anymore. The queue is really something >.< why did these fans need to wait that early, huh? Huh? Huh??? However, I needed my lunch, considering I only slept for (maybe) only one hour in the plane, or else I would be faint before I could even dance with them *yes, you wish*. So I got a quick grab of lunch, while observing my surroundings and found the VIP everywhere o.o I went into the line at around 12-12.30 and waiting aaaalll the waaaaayy until 15.00 when the gate opened. My big big mistake was that I didn't bring any mineral water with me, while the sun shine way too bright up there. In other words : it's so hot, boy! So first thing first after I passed the security check when the gate opened, was not running like crazy to the Padang Stage where the boys will be performing, but finding some water and then walk calmly to the spot. Well, thankfully not all the fangirls (or boys) were that crazy to fill up the venue eight hours before the show. At this case, I think I belong to the crazy ones --"
The SHOW! The Amazing PERFORMANCE! The LIVELY STAGE! The Five Eagle Boys!!!
I remember when I watched G-Dragon's concert in Jakarta last June, I also had similar situation as when I watched this concert. I didn't get any sleep, only got approximately one hour on the travel from Bandung to Jakarta. Well, the story was about to be repeated. Prior the start of the concert, I was really really really tired. And worried, what ifs. What if I was disappointed. What if the show didn't meet my expectation. What if I regretted watching the concert. What if I couldn't enjoy the stage. What if I lost my excitement. Thus I waited in silent, in a deep thought "do I really gonna watching this?". I smiled a little, though, when a video introducing the member was played on screen, which mean the show would start in any moment.
And again, suddenly all the anxiety disappear the second the firework started.
TONIGHT is a beautiful night! It was started! The boys were out!
And I started to jump, singing along, and shouted like any other fan girls (or boys) around me were doing. I suddenly forgot my plan to watch the concert calmly and wholly from the back near the border fence. To think again it was a stupid of me to ever plan so since I was sooo close to the stage T___T *latecry* But but buuutt... I manage to see the boys, their singing, their dancing, clearly. However, it's certain that my attempt to take pictures of them became an epic fail. The boys were just boys, getting all the hype coming together as five on a stage after a long long long time pursuing their solo acts, just imagine how they would shake the stage --"
Ps 2 : did I regret not being able to take any proper pictures of them? Actually I felt bad more for can not manage the temptation to take pictures, and not putting off my camera and enjoy more the party instead o.O Because just as Taeyang said in his newest song, "Ain't no party like Bigbang party, don't stop!" Yes, YB, I'm as much agree.
Ps 3 : now I can truly say "hat off to those fancams takers and gif makers" those had always given us happiness by providing high quality pictures and images of the boys :)
Ps 4 : see you again, boys! Soon. Somewhere East <3
24.11.13
[journal] the sun shines brighter.
notes :
this post was made solely based on a highly-subjective series of observation and interpretation on his musical transformation, stage performances improvement, and media interviews, thus a highly biased composition.
23.11.13
.rumah
tempat di mana waktu berjalan lambat, hingga sore pun sempat duduk-duduk di teras depan
dengan secangkir kopi
semangkuk batang-batang coklat
dan pelajaran tentang mencintai setiap pilihan yang dibuat dengan hati.
3.11.13
at the train station.
but don't you think it's already old enough to bite you,
at heart?
the only place where night will never grow up is at the train station.
all the coming seconds were (in the end) always swept away
by those departing trains, with certain destinations set on its machines.
have you ever seen the times running there, at the train station?
have you ever seen them playing hide and seek with the departure announcement?
have you ever seen them holding tight to the platform's railing?
have you ever felt them shrinking into memories those were slipping into your luggage,
and just silently follow you home?
maybe that's why on that one time you said you had this weird feeling
of not wanting to step out on your very destination station.
you wished the train would take you back to the previous station where you step in.
that's when memories shattered the place of home in your mind.
that's when even a heart doesn't have any control of your decision,
that's when it got bitten by the too-old time.
2.11.13
"traveling solo is never an escape, nor a cure, for a lonely heart."
[travelnotes] September getaway, an intro : two nights three days.
- It has to be a hostel or dormitory type of lodging. Simply, I didn't have that much of budget >.<
- It has to be specifically a girl dormitory, or at least a woman-only-room, with separate bathroom for men and women. I tried avoiding to bump into just any stranger male in the dark *eh*.
- It must have a strategic location, near (or within a walking distance, 200 meters is maximum) from the nearest MRT Station. It's not that I didn't want to walk more than that. The concert will be starting at 23.15, and should be ending at 00.30 am at the earliest (actually it was extended until 00.45 for the encores). Well, if you think I would want to walk alone in some streets on someplace strange at those hours (plus the commuting time which took approximately 30-45 minutes), forget that thought.
27.10.13
untitled #6
[journal] my (first) Bigbang concert, a teaser.
[journal] moving out.
My very first thought of moving out actually happened while I was sorting the possibilities of where should I take my undergraduate collage. I was once thinking about going to capital city, learning psychology in that one yellow university. But then it never happened, instead I was going to a school of architecture in this very city. A city where I was born, growing up, and having my primary and secondary school. And so the thought disappeared.
Later, when I graduated, the thought came again. This time it even went further, not only to the capital city, but to some other neighboring countries. And of course it failed, instead I was accepted in an independent urban design institution in this very city, again, just right across my college, a fifteen minutes walk from home.
To be honest with myself, I could tell that working there was some kind of 'a dream coming true' to me : to work in an urban design institution (or consultant). So, just like when I was entering college, the thought of moving out disappear. Until the day I had a dream to have a graduate study overseas. For one more time, it doesn't work. Instead, I was accepted in a master program at the same place as where I pursued my undergrad degree. The same old story repeat itself.
Long story short, I got graduated and coming back to professional world as a freelance part timer in my previous office. Well, this time with a combination here and there so that it's not really just there. However, after some while floating on an annoying comfort zone, I reached the point where I realized I need to take the leap. Or I won't do it for the rest of my life.
So, I finally came to a day of what people called "last day". A last day in an office which had given me rooms to get to know urban design, a phrase that is still being one of the keywords of my dreams. Either those good times or bad times were both a just right combination to nurture my point of view towards professionalism. I learnt a lot, I missed a lot. But one thing I'm now really sure of, is that a dream could only be shattered with another dream, the bigger the new one the finer the old pieces left.
I never thought a farewell could bring such a melancholy. It was the moment of 'this time I'm going for not going back anymore'. Leaving a comfort zone, either it's a pleasant one or an annoying one, is indeed hard.
But I'm leaving anyway.
And now, I'm on the new chapter of life I've been longing for so long. The second phase. The (personal) life in between 'still belong to mom and dad' and 'building my own family'. Well, another dream coming true I might say : a phase of independently living away from home. Hmm, not really that independent though.
And how do I like it so far, if you ask?
Despite the fact that now I'm living in a city of traffic and speed, somewhere some people pointed it as 'a city where you get old on street', I'm (surprisingly) loving it. The routines, the almost-two-hours commuting time from home to office, the bring-the-lunch-myself, the packed bus, the weekly groceries, the weekly cleaning, the two-days laundry, the job, the solitude of depending only to myself on a daily basis, are all the (new) things to challenge me.
Okay, loving it might sound wrong. A love-hate relationship is more like it. A balance. Since there're also things I could not consider as challenge, such as a really really really poor pedestrian ways, a not-so-integrated public transportation system, dumb motorcyclist those take over pedestrian ways, unpredictable traffic, unreliable drainage system, and the too many hours spent on mobility. Indeed, I'm already spoiled with the comfort zone I left behind. But there's no other way than to survive, here. Or else I'd only be a walking zombie. And to survive means to be effective. Separating the needs and the wants. Being focused, and manage distractions as many as I could handle. Scheduling. Eat well, sleep well. Keep on time, on track of the destination.
Oh, and one thing, without a destination, all those things will only be meaningless. Thankfully, I had one :)
.
Living away from home I used to know, I could finally picture the 'home' I'm heading to. Not yet perfectly drawn, but the bigger picture could now be imagined. Slowly, I begin to understand of why did my life go this way.
24.10.13
untitled #7
matahari membakar malam dari balik bumi, menghanguskan senja yang bersisa di depan pintu, sebelum sempat ia mengetuk hati sang waktu demi satu jeda untuknya meninggalkan sebersit rona merah pada si langit.
22.10.13
untitled #4
cemburu adalah pagi yang mendung, siang yang terik, dan sore hujan badai.
menyembuhkannya adalah dengan sedikit merah, sedikit kuning, dan sedikit malam.
sayangnya cemburu tak pernah benar-benar lelap. ialah yang berjaga ketika ada penyelinap yang tiba-tiba menutup mata dari belakang.
13.10.13
untitled #9
udara yang mengekor di setiap keberangkatan,
adalah sekaligus perekat bagi langit yang terderai oleh perpisahan.
ceritamu menitikkan setetes air di ujung bumi,
yang menjadi awan-awan penjaga sebuah pengembaraan,
dan peneduh tanah-tanah tempat pulang.
ceritanya, adalah yang kamu tunggu,
di balik sebaris "selamat kembali ke rumah",
sekalipun itu hanya hembusan nafas yang tarikannya kaulepas seperjalanannya lalu.
11.9.13
bayang.
saat matahari tepat di atasmu,
percayakanlah semua pada bayang-bayang dirimu.
karena ia sedang yakin-yakinnya
dengan hati tertanam pada bumi :
tentang keraguanmu, yang menjadikannya ada
dan tentang kesepian itu tidak punya bayang-bayang.
8.9.13
[notes] cool.
i'm dying to be one.
but how i wish to hear "yeah, you're cool"
to come from within me, from all i got inside :
mind and soul.
i don't really need all the outsider to say so,
if it means i had to let my inner bear the pain.
and i don't think God had "cool" box on the list of His final examination for us.
[notes] bold.
for i long too the firmer version of you.
if these were to scare you off,
i rather had you runaway with the scary image of me
than to give up being bold for the future ahead the two of us.
maybe you're just not so for me.
maybe we're not meant to grow together.
7.9.13
selamat pagi.
menghapus merah dari subuh
dan menebarkan debu-debu penanda adanya matahari.
embun pergi pelan-pelan,
membawa sisa-sisa nafas menderu
pelingkar malam-malam pencari bintang.
matahari berbincang lama-lama,
dengan balik bumi yang diucapkannya sampai jumpa
setiap warna-warna merah subuh menjemputnya.
dan aku berbaring lurus-lurus,
menekan telapak tangan kuat-kuat ke tanah
berharap bumi mau berhenti berputar sebentar saja.
karena sekali waktu
tidakkah kamu ingin menahan pagi dalam beberapa jarak,
untuk sempat memberikannya senyum pertamamu?
6.9.13
hujan malam.
karena hujan
datang dan pergi seperti suatu yang tanpa batasan
tetes dan tetes berebut turun ke bumi di waktu gelap,
merasa diri yang paling terang
untuk sang langit yang memang malam
karena hujan
pembuat jalan pulang yang tak pernah tersesat
berkejaran dalam lingkaran yang sama,
dari laut lalu ke langit
lalu turun ke hati
membasuh rasa-rasa yang berkarat oleh ingatan
dan malam,
berpura-puralah ia dalam kesepiannya
sementara di balik layar ia diam-diam bahagia berdansa bersama rerintik, yang lagi sedang pulang.
1.9.13
september.
musim juga yang membesarkannya
musim lalu membiarkannya terbang,
atau menguburkannya dalam-dalam, membusuk hingga terurai
musim juga yang memanggilnya kembali,
mengadakannya dalam satu tiupan angin seperti ia membalik diri
september datang saat musim sedang di tengah-tengah membalik arah,
tersenyum dari samping memenuhi panggilan tetibanya
yang selalu ingat waktu september dibiarkannya berlalu.
putih.
kamu bilang bahwa ia gading seperti kelambu tua di kamar nenek. aku bilang ia oranye seperti matahari pada gambar-gambar anak kecil. lalu dia datang dan bilang bahwa ia putih.
lalu ingatkah kamu ketika beberapa lama setelah itu kita saling berbicara tentang rasa sepi?
kamu bilang sepi itu seperti warna merah yang tegar sendiri. aku bilang ia seperti warna biru yang sendu. lalu lagi-lagi dia datang dan bilang bahwa sepi itu lagi-lagi seperti warna putih.
akhir-akhir ini kita sibuk menginginkan hal yang tidak biasanya kita inginkan. kamu dan aku sama-sama ingin menulis cerita pendek saja, tentang persaling-silangan warna-warna, yang berakhir dengan putih. hingga di akhir hari, kita tidak juga bisa mengingat mana yang berlawan dengan mana. lalu ia datang, duduk di antara kita dan bercerita. tepatnya menelurkan dari mulutnya pasangan-pasangan warna yang (tadinya) ingin kita rangkai itu. persis. kamu lalu mencatatnya, berterima kasih, kemudian pergi.
tinggal aku dan rasa ingin tahu yang masih bersisa : kenapa putih?
dan ini katanya : tidakkah kamu ingat, sebelum mata kita, bukankah segala sesuatunya adalah putih?
rasa penasaranku pun (rasa-rasanya habis).
17.8.13
[catatan] pertalian.
pengertian ini kuberi bukan untuk kau beri anggukan kepala begitu saja, memang.
katamu berbeda dengan kataku. ini mungkin jadi adalah satu bukti ikatan darah.
dan aku hanya ingin menerima selapangnya bahwa kau tidak mengerti,
bukan dengan berbalik arah pada apa-apa yang kiranya kau yakini pengertiannya.
karena ketika darah saling bertali, ada ujung-ujung yang berkibar bebas satu pada barat,
satu pada timur. membidik cita-cita masing-masing,
yakinlah tak salah arah karena ada ujung-ujung lainnya yang saling terikat.
yang saling bergantung berbagi kekuatan menarik busur.
sejauh itu, mari sama-sama mengerti :)"
rumah.
11.8.13
[catatan] sketsa suara.
Lalu, beberapa hari yang lalu entah kenapa saya iseng menelusuri tulisan-tulisan saya pada layanan blog lainnya, dan saya menemukan satu tulisan saya yang berisi tanggapan saya terhadap kasus serupa. Tentu saja, lagi-lagi adalah kasus saya sendiri yang saya alami kira-kira setahun yang lalu. Waktu itu saya membuat tulisan tersebut bersifat privat, atau tidak saya publikasikan. Setelah saya baca ulang, saya rasa tulisan tersebut masih sangat relevan untuk saya sampaikan terkait masalah yang saya sebut di atas tadi. Secara kebetulan, tulisan tersebut juga masih dapat dikatakan mewakili perasaan saya, dan saya harap cukup netral dalam menyampaikan pandangan saya.
Berikut ini saya salin kembali, dengan editing seperlunya tanpa mengubah inti, tulisan saya yang ditulis pada tanggal 3 Agustus 2012 . Mohon maaf sebelumnya karena tulisan tersebut saya tulis dalam bahasa Inggris.
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Lately I feel quite shock to find some of my writings (on my other blog) being copy-pasted into an online forum, by a certain account, under with poetry themed threads to that, without giving any credit. Well, I am now still in a phase of trying to get this, and certainly not that I accept such kind of claiming.
However. let me give my thoughts on it.
First, please allow me to go blowing first.
Any form of writing, including poetry, is a process. It is a process of conveying one’s thoughts or feelings to other’s, despite whatever the motives are.
Intermezzo : and it’s just natural if every once and then we found some pieces of writings, be it an essay, a poem, or even a quote, those were strongly in line with our thoughts or feelings. Often we ‘borrow’ them to convey ours. Based on literacy etiquette, this is acceptable as long as we attached the credit of who has written them.
Words, I agree, belongs to anyone with passion of expression, those with needs to communicate with the world, with others, even with oneself. However, it is hard for me to believe that there would be two minds those think exactly alike or two hearts those feel exactly alike, of which each would result in lines those are exactly the same one to another.
That’s why I was strongly surprised when I found the exact duplicate of (some of) my writings in an online forum, without any credit and not even in a form of quote. So I just can’t help wondering, was this person really had been through the exact same events such those I'd experienced, encounter the exact same person in his/her life such whom I met, and dealing with the whole things the exact same way such I did? And I just can not find any common senses those could lead me to answer, “well…it could be”. Moreover, with that-everybody-must-be-agree-with paradigm that each individuals are unique and special and had their own ways, the answer would definitely be a “no, I don’t think so”.Now, let's get cooling down.
I’m not a copy-right nor a 2.0 Version of anything expert. However, the day I decided to start posting my poetry online, I was fully aware of this kind of thing, yet today I found that facing it in reality turns to be a total different matter. I’m trying though yet I won’t really take this hard, on me.
So this is my stand point. Writing is indeed a journey, never a destination. As much as every person is special, so do their journey. You might copy pasting other’s destination (yes, I intentionally use 'destination' here) and claim it as yours, but you could never copy paste their journey. In other words, pardon me, you might copy and claim my works, but you could never copy and claim what's made it. Even the same travel itinerary would reflect several different experiences for different persons, don't you think so?
Nevertheless, despite my writings were still far from anything good, I couldn't not respect my own process for eventually being able to convey my thoughts or feelings those way. Therefore, at the very least allow me to say this : “please do credit when taking out anything from here.” Okay, that’s it. My business is done. The rest is yours and your consciences ;)
I can’t thank you enough to those who appreciate my writings in many ways : those who love them, hate them, gave comments on them, criticized them, re-posted them with credit, or even silently reading them.
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Demikian. Rasanya saya tidak perlu berpanjang-panjang lagi. Mudah-mudahan baris-baris yang sudah saya beri warna biru di atas cukup menggambarkan bagaimana sikap saya akan masalah ini. Sebagai penutup izinkan saya, sekali lagi, mengutip seorang penyanyi idola dalam penggalan liriknya:
"The lyrics that I’m writing with no space in between have my philosophy"
(G-Dragon of Bigbang - A Boy, lyrics credit)
raya.
mencatat hari yang raya
lalu membuangnya ke laut.
karena ia ingat akan ombak-ombak yang bergelung-gelung hingga ke darat,
tak terhitung kalinya dalam rentang waktu mana pun
maka pikirnya, tak mengapalah,
catatan-catatan itu akan selalu kembali.
bagaimanapun.
karena hari ini raya oleh sujud-sujud yang mengombak selangit sebumi.
. . .
puisi di atas tidak ada hubungannya dengan hari raya, mana pun. yang ada, adalah ini :
7.8.13
[catatan] memori.
"perjalanan dengan kereta malam membawa kita tenggelam di dalam memori-memori. begitu senang kita terhanyut, begitu kalut kita mencoba menyelamatkan diri. kita tak sadar pelampung sedang tak ada. kita tak ingat bahwa seasingnya memori adalah ia ikut menua bersama kita. tak ada memori yang abadi. ia akan mati begitu kita sadar ia sama tuanya dengan kita. bahwa ia tak lebih dari bayang-bayang akan keputusan-keputusan yang pernah kita buat. ketika kita terlalu terhanyut, maka tak terpercayalah keputusan-keputusan kita itu."
[malam ketiga puluh]
3.8.13
selimut.
saya bilang, hujan itu selimut. selimut tampal.
tampalannya terambil dari rintik-rintik yang tak sampai ke tanah,
namun selalu merindu pulang ke langit.
sederhana.
mereka ingin menyusup dalam doa yang diam-diam terlantun
oleh hati yang kedinginan (yang lalu pasti mendamba kemul, sehingga jadilah mereka)
karena katanya, di hari-hari hujan, semua doa naik ke langit.
tak ada yang tertinggal,
tak juga serintik yang belum sempat jatuh ke tanah.
.
saat doa-doa naik ke langit, hati menjadi hangat
dan tampal lalu mengurai.
malam ganjil, juga genap,
berseling adalah tangga jalan pulang doa-doa pada rumahnya.
28.7.13
[happiness today] remember back in the day.
Listening to this song today I've just realized it actually has a deeper meaning than what I thought. It sounds like G-Dragon wrote this song as somewhat-like-a-self note to himself. That is a note to remind his nowadays-self of his dream back then. Even though it has already past ten years of him walking on his very dream. Still, he kept reminding himself not to forget his dream then.
Well, I think it's actually nice to have unusual ways to contemplate, to mark the numbers of your life so they wouldn't end up just as numbers. Oh, and my favorite part of the lyrics : "The lyrics that I’m writing with no space in between have my philosophy" (lyrics credit).
I really got something to say related to that line. Something very personal about my writings in this blog, be it the serious ones or the casual ones. Something started with this status. But, first thing first, let me have this head cooled down first, shall we? ;)
So, a bright blue sky and ocean for a relaxed head and a clearer mind? Sure with younger version of the five eagle boys in white. Perfect :) *pardon my obsession .__.*
25.7.13
[intermezzo] L.O.N.D.O.N.
Lalu setelah bertemu dan saling tersenyum nanti, kita berdua akan sama-sama berjalan menuju taman terdekat dan menggambar kota ini. Saya akan berdebar-debar ingin tahu warna apa saja yang akan kamu pilih. Apakah seperti pilihan saya, ada warna merah, hijau, dan putih? Atau kamu justru lebih memilih warna hitam, putih, dan abu-abu?
Tapi nyatanya kamu tak mengambil satu warnapun, kecuali kelabunya pensil. Kamu cuma bilang, "pertemuan tak perlu warna. Kalau sekarang kira bersepakat untuk sama-sama menyimpan hari ini, mungkin besok-besok saya akan menggunakan sedikit merah dan mungkin juga sedikit hijau. Bagaimana?"
Lalu hujan turun.
Saya diam, dan membuka payung putih transparan, dan memegang gagangnya demikian sehingga tepat berada di antara saya dan kamu dan menaungi sedapatnya masing-masing kita. Tidak lebih besar pada bagian kamu, tidak juga lebih besar pada bagian saya. Hujan yang tak memilih satu dari kita untuk tetap kering tentu tahu, ada sebuah anggukan yang tak perlu terbahasakan.
Dan saat itu, kita akan sama-sama tahu. Bahwa mimpi adalah bunga tidur : sebuah pemutaran segulung memori dari masa depan.
23.7.13
[catatan] jauhkanlah!
Karena sesuatu yang sifatnya akhir, sudah disiapkan olehNya di ujung. Dan selama kita masih bernafas saat Dia memberikan kita jawaban atas permintaan tadi, maka bolehlah kita yakin ini belum ujung. Maka itu adalah kata lainNya untuk kita dari pikirkan baik-baik apa arti jawabanKu ini menurutmu, jangan terlena dan jangan berputus asa. Lalu yakinlah dengan seyakin-yakinnya, bukan berdasar akal. Karena akal seharusnya sudah mendahului sedari awal. Bukan pula berdasar rasa. Karena kamu tak tahu apa yang menyusup di sana.
Maka apabila kita dilingkari oleh hal-hal baik, bersyukurlah. Dan jangan berlarut dalam rasa aman yang ilusif. Dan apabila kita dilingkari oleh hal-hal buruk, mohon ampunlah. Dan jangan berlarut dalam rasa takut yang bisa jadi hanya imajinatif.
Jauhkanlah kami, Tuhan, dari membaca jawabanMu sesukanya.
[notes] preparation.
19.7.13
[catatan] tentang memilih.
"Tetapi di kejauhan itu aku malah melihat Alam yang duduk sendirian di bawah pohon kamboja. Dia menatapku terus-menerus, terpusat padaku dan mengikat aku. Sedangkan di belakangku ada Narayana. Ayah, kau benar. Lebih mudah untuk tidak memilih, seolah tak ada konsekuensi. Tetapi seperti katamu, memilih adalah jalan hidup yang berani."
16.7.13
janji musim.
15.7.13
[notes] when it was 8 out of 10,
Just now, I'm grateful I had both :)
[music] OST from Despicable Me 2.
14.7.13
[notes] next year.
[catatan] tentang hujan.
13.7.13
hujan hijau.
ada seteru antara biru dan kuning.
sisa-sisa nila dini. sisa-sisa jingga senja.
malam ini hujan berwarna hijau.
mungkin biru dan kuning saling bertaut sudah,
setengah tetes setengan tetes, menjadi satu hijau yang utuh.
.
.
.
malam masih panjang,
hanya reda hujan yang tahu
adakah hijaunya nanti berurai kembali saat menyapa tanah,
atau apa adanya menjelma embun pada dedaun dan rerumput.
.
malam ini hujan berwarna hijau.
membawa rindu yang berbungkus sunyi
pada sepasang telinga yang sedang tertutup.
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terinspirasi sebuah judul lagu "Greenery Rain", salah satu lagu tema dalam anime "The Garden of Words"
[notes] black hole.
to face my fears in silent.
the day i fell in love with writings was the day i chose
to have the battle with my trauma in a safe way.
unconsciously,
that was the day i started to deny that there's a big black hole within me.
9.7.13
[journal] Ramadan.
8.7.13
[Juni] malam.
di hari terakhir ia pulang subuh. ingin memperpanjang barang beberapa jam, katanya.
tapi sayang sekali, Juli adalah si teguh yang sudah mengambil tempatnya.
sehingga Juni tak bisa pulang.
rumahnya sudah tergeser.
malam ternyata bisa tak setia dalam menjaga.
yang tersisa hanya lah surat yang datang di jam yang tidak biasa, pukul empat pagi :
"aku masih menunggumu di sini,
di bawah mata besar,
di depan gedung yang semuanya serba lebih, tempat mereka berpesta setahun yang lalu.
dua musim, empat musim, tanpa musim, tak ada dalam kamusku.
menunggumu tak tertandakan oleh waktu.
boleh aku masih berharap saat kamu tiba nanti, kamu akan membawa selamanya?
mungkin dengan begitu aku bisa memaafkanmu."
tunggulah September, lalu Oktober, dan akhirnya November membawa jawaban.
karena Juli dan Agustus terlalu malas untuk menulis,
bahkan untuk hanya satu baris :
"aku (pun) merindukanmu. separuh nafas. sehabisnya waktu. berkalinya jarak."
6.7.13
[notes] architecture.
but just now, i suddenly miss architecture. so much.
i'm not even an architect. never been a good student of it, too, to add.
but there's always something about architecture that i could not explain that somehow 'touch' me.
for all these long, since graduation, all i ever did was just thinking about how a city should be. how the environment supposed to be handled. and so on. and so on.
i forgot how to feel the small spaces. shelters. homes.
i forgot how big things, all of them, started small.
it's not that i want to turn back time. nor to take the u-turn, even if it's still available.
it's just next time i should remind myself to feel more, to thank more, of small spaces
those give me real shade and some grounds to stand.
ps : maybe i'm just not yet working on the right urban design. or even landscape. ones those fit what i actually seek for.
[music] Daesung - I Love You (radio preview)
As for Daesung, I <3 his voice just like I always do :*
ps : oh, and though he's almost always doing a cover, he's doing it with the right choice for the songs :)
Source : BBU
28.6.13
[catatan] mengelus hati.
Seperti kombinasi cuaca panas-tak-santai dengan kamar tidur nyaman milik sendiri di mana saya bisa bebas berguling-guling sampai rasa gerah itu hilang. Petemuan antara batas waktu pekerjaan dan rasa berdebar-debar mengira-ngira apakah bisa selesai atau tidak. Suara air mengalir ketika mengambil air wudhu. Halusnya lantai parket kayu masjid kesayangan. Pulang ketika jalanan masih sangat ramai. Suara penyanyi kesukaan di satu lagu tertentu yang sangat melekat padanya. Ingatan tentang kapan terakhir kali memeluk ibu dan bapak. Rasa bahagia yang otomatis muncul saat mendengar kabar seorang saudara baik akan melangsungkan pernikahannya. Cerita-cerita teman-teman akan bagaimana harinya. Pertanyaan panjang lebar yang hanya dijawab oleh satu kata, yang disingkat. Ingatan akan Aki dan Si Mbah. Permintaan Eyang untuk menikah empat bulan lagi. Mengukur Bandung - Jakarta di setiap minggu. Lalu ada wangi teh aroma peppermint.
27.6.13
[catatan] meditasi (1)
ps : Jadi, terima saja kalau diri merasa kesal luar biasa, merasa dibodohi sangat, merasa cemburu sekali, dan semua jenis emosi lainnya yang menguasai diri secara berlebih-lebihan. Sambil sebisa mungkin diam, bukan ceritanya menenang-nenangkan diri, tapi cukup tidak banyak-banyak memikirkannya. Sambil mencari jalan keluar terbaik dari jeratannya, tentu saja :)
23.6.13
[notes] saturation.
while fantasy kills your very imagination.
surrealism is like adding a second to your first twenty-four hours of loving,
while fantasy is more like making a minute of having a heart broken to last forever.
surrealism gives you time to not thinking much,
while fantasy gives you no time to think much.
surrealism is somewhat like putting your feet extra carefully at the very edge of that deadly cliff,
while fantasy is indeed like pretending you had the wings to save you when you're about to fall off it.
this is not a battle,
just a stand point. a point zero on one level of being aware towards "i'm alive"
which might be repeated on any other level, later.
this is not a battle,
because both are having the saturation point at one hundred and no less.
21.6.13
[Juni] penyeberangan.
bersama deretan mobil berkecepatan 1 kilometer per jam
berkejaran dengan matahari yang memerah dan merendah
untuk lebih dulu sampai di rumah, tempat hati sekali lagi terpejam.