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Saya lagi banyak dikunjungi sial. Beberapa minggu kebelakang ini banyak sekali rentetan kejadian yang membuat saya either berkecil hati, sedih, kesel, marah, sampai tahap ketawain-aja-deh. Selama dua tahun ini, bisa dibilang hidup saya itu adem. Bukannya nggak ada kunjungan dari si sial, tapi sekalinya dia berkunjung, saya masih dikelilingi banyak orang tersayang untuk bantuin saya menyambut datangnya sial dengan senyum senyum kecut. Besoknya saya udah lupa, karena sialnya langsung pulang saat saya kacangin karena malamnya saya ketawa terus bareng sahabat. Dua tahun belakang ini...CONTINUE READING

of us and what resembles a flashy dress that hurts the eye but a fantasy to see, a dainty souvenir from a cousin’s wedding that mom forgot to bring home, a sparkler firework that flickers barely longer than a minute, a childhood best friend you bumped into while you’re running late, a day-off on a Tuesday or a Thursday; all exciting, none meant to last long, yet still, the throbs are essential to the heart.    ...CONTINUE READING

the scars on the back of her ankles in one fine morning walked in front of me a woman I noticed the back of her ankles were scarred, I am too, familiar with the scars, I am too, painted with the same scars, exactly on the back of my ankles, both of the back of our—hers and mine—ankles are scarred, the scars are twins, somewhat ellipse-shaped, and once I heard a tale they conceal: the scars on the back of her ankles the...CONTINUE READING

i am vehement and will not lessen as strong as the midnight tides and will not slow down as sturdy as the steel and will not soften as abrupt as the avalanche and will not smoothen for how mother nature has raised this very soul, Normal 0 false false false EN-US JA X-NONE CONTINUE READING

i still remember the pain of my first paper cut i was only eight and it was from my father’s freshly printed sheets i remember how the sting ached and my cut finger was throbbing the pain was new to me, so i wept and wept over the mere flesh wound now that i have grown older, i don't cry over paper cuts anymore for that i am familiar with how it is going to hurt my skin, the pain is somewhat bearable...CONTINUE READING

‘now tell me, what meaning is possessed in your name?’ ‘mine?’ ‘yours.’ I said as I toyed with a strand of my hair. Flirtatiously. Yet keeping it innocent and unaggressive. I didn’t want to offer him a second of green light. I have had always indoctrinated myself to be a young lady with a proud soul. I would not let life happens to me, I trained myself to situate everything under my control—I am too, too proud to permit unwanted paths crossing my...CONTINUE READING