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lagi.
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all over again
nafas.
dulu.
lagi.
ulangi
ada banyak cara orang memulai sesuatu.Â
paruh yang mendamba utuh
Dan inilah. Kami meninggalkan jogja beserta segala pernak perniknya. Sinta meninggalkan Rama, sambil memegang perih panah yang ditancapkan ke hatinya. Sekian tahun lamanya Sinta mengenal Rama hingga nafas bukan lagi dua. Apakah memang Sinta? Apakah title itu yang memang patut aku sandang untuk bisa bersama Rama? Apakah memang dia patut kusebut Rama kalau bahkan tidak ada kata cinta antara kita berdua.
Kereta berjalan terasa lamban. Hampir syahdu, kepergian meninggalkan dirinya terasa beban. Kalau hanya separuh, tidak akan bisa mengembalikan utuh. Kalau hanya separuh, pasti akan mendamba utuh. Kalau hanya separuh pasti harus berjuang untuk bisa utuh. Dan aku hanya separuh, mengharapkan dirinya untuk bisa utuh.
The struggle of being an extrovert
Living in Japan can be told as the sweetest moment of my life. The amazing two years where I feel free as free as who I want to be. Living apart from social responsibility, although not free from all responsibilities. I just realised how introvert that country is. But somehow people can still cherish their day, find a tiny spark to bright their day and prepare for the upcoming problem.
Moving from Japan feels like waking up from a very long dream. Day and night. The habit of living alone turn out to motivate myself more to become an introvert. Something that I are actually are, but getting more and more profound, although of course no one can live by them self alone.Â
Coming back home should feel nice, although it is not. I miss the two years of struggling facing Sensei. This is an extrovert country, full of extrovert people who shout and scream and said anything they want to say. Everyone is rude and extremely friendly at the same time. Sarcasm become daily meals. It was just feels overwhelming. . .
I miss my two beautiful two years.
Si BANG
KENAPA SIH BANGKE ! HARUS BALIK LAGI ! KAN W HARUS BERURUSAN LAGI SAMA DIA ! KARENA W GATAU APA2 DAN CUMA BISA NANYA KE DIA ! TAPI KENAPA HARUS KE DIA GITU
Friday the 13th
kenapa banget harus hari ini asli! salah satu staff pulang karena pingsan :( huffffÂ
itu lucu banget, lagi santai2 asik nonton film, tau2 dari bawah dipanggil, aku kira kenapa ada salah apa gitu wkwkwk taunya ada loris dong kena aliran listrik, asli ngga banget hahaha, mana habis itu dikasih tau ada yang pingsan, ouch !
white lovely bunny
Hujan Bulan Juni
masih seputar sendu mengharu biru semenjak kepulangan ke tanah ibu. kyoto kini sejauh angan, mirip ketika terbangun dari mimpi indah dan setiap jengkal peristiwa masih terekam sempurna scene demi scene, narasi demi narasi, langkah demi langkah.
Novel tersebut berkisah tentang Kyoto, meskipun hanya sekelumit, dan tiada nama Sarwono yang menjadi nyata, namun Kamogawa tergambarkan sempurna, sampai ke musim berbunga yang membelah kyoto dengan warna.Â
tokoh katsuo sama diawali dengan huruf ‘K’ seperti kisah saya. bagaimana penulisnya menjelaskan ada beragam spektrum rasa perhatian, dan tidak semua didefinisikan sebagai romansa. kekaguman dan pengamatan secara mendalam bisa membuat orang mengerti dan menaruh rasa pada orang lain, namun bukan berarti harus ada hubungan lebih dari sekedar dua manusia yang saling mengagumi dan perhatian satu sama lain.
mungkin itu yang terjadi.Â
ya.
dia yang tau seberapa perjuanganku, seberapa kemampuanku, bagaimana pola pikirku, bahkan melebihi diriku sendiri.
terimakasih ‘K’.
Kyoto, 2020
it is surprisingly amazing and very much unbelievable, how Lord has changed my view in just a matter of days
Kyoto, 2020
Homecoming
2018-2020 is two years when I consciously feel and ‘partially’ think about anything that happened in my life—planning and considering every possibility and chances of what might be coming next. I used to get bored and wanted to get back so badly. But, again another turnover decision of my life. Waves of longing and warmth suddenly stroke me, remind me of all beautiful and tragic things along the journey, all sadness and joy that I’ve been through, and how these two years do feel like a dream.Â
A dream. It feels like a dream. That what’s my friend and I have been announced to us and others, what it feels like to live abroad in two years how we occupied with shifting emotion and struggling in a foreign land.Â
Thank God, things are absolutely wonderful when it about to ends. At least no harsh ending close this journey. I left with leftovers coins which cannot be changed into currency, with a vivid hope, that one day, that will be my future. Somehow.Â
Permen Kino, suka kelinci putih, cita2 bikin semua coklat coklat jadi putih, coklat putih manis :)
Suram ga ada argo suram
Dua mingu kurang sebelum pulang
Rasanya tetap sama aja. Langit mendung sampai hujan sampai reda ditemani hampa. Kalau tidak pulang lebih merana. Tidak ada yang dijaga, tidak ada yang dirasa.
Tapi kalo pulang harus siap kenyataan. Sebenernya bukan hal penting sihh... tapi crusial! Sama aja ya. Pokoknya bikin gondok di hati gitu deh! Huft resah gelisah gundah semua yang dibilang anak generasi iklan adem sari keluarin semua!
Kalo pulang siap kondangan. Meski bukan yang jadi bintang, cuma bisa jadi tamu yang datang dan ngasih uang.
Tadi meme lucu di instagram sebelum nulis posi ini. Aku memang punya kontakmu, tapi bukan hatimu.
MUNAFIK SEMUANYA MUNAFIK
BANGSAT SURAM BANGET HIDUP SHIT SHIT SHIT
Suram suram suram
An excuse of mistakes
I couldn’t say that I’m the wisest person, because this weather mood still surges upon me all the time. Revision of my own word just seemed understandable. I don’t know to what extent I should march further, and when to stop. When to tolerate errors. When to push the strength to the limit. And now I’m confused about myself spending minutes typing this which I supposedly spent on fixing the problem that I created.
If only I could replay that night