Strengthen Whisper

I tried my best to hold on the flood of tears which forced its way out from my eyes. After all the things that I had never imagined before struck me exactly on my face, I had no idea what I should do, where I should go, and even whether I should continue my life. I saw his back disappearing from my sight, I felt the Angel of Death pulled my soul trough my head.

I needed an advice. But from whom?

I saw his car slowly going away from the parking lot. My heart forced me to stand up and run after him to stop the car, but my brain told me not. We had been over.

I needed someone to talk to. But whom?

His hand was stretched out from the car window to give some money to the parking guy. The hand that used to hold mine in the cold night, the hand that used to feel so fit on mine, the hand that I used to believe, that would have been the one to put a ring on my ring finger.

I couldn’t hold on the tears anymore. My hand lost her partner, my heart lost the love, my body lost the soul, and I felt so empty.

I needed somewhere to bury my grief.

But where? I needed a place. I asked the brain to give me one name, but it couldn’t do anything else besides playing all memories about him.

I needed a place. Anywhere.

I would come there, and even if I wanted to bury the grief, I should bury myself also.

I told the brain to stop the memory player. I forced the eyes to stop the tears. However, they ignored me. I closed the eyes, leaned the body, took a deep breath, and feeling the hot tears that fell down slowly on the cheek. Suddenly, the tears turned cold. The wind blew, trees swung. Suddenly I heard a sound from my brain. I put things into my bag, and took the car key.

I knew where I should go.

The Summary of Yogyakarta

What do you know about Jogja?
"Tugu, Gudeg, and MALIOBORO"

Yogyakarta, as a town where most tourists from anywhere come to, has special parts which becomes its icon. So much things that can be icons of Yogyakarta; first of all is absolutely Tugu, gudeg, and Malioboro.

"Self Dumping"

"19 years lived together, never been separated, never thought I could be so tough."

When anybody asks my mother, or my father, what kind a children I am, their answers are gonna be absolutely similar : she is spoiled, childish, immature, dependent girl. That is why when I told them I would continue my study in Jogja, their expressions were like this:

Five Senses for First Assignment

Creative Writing Class 4 days ago left a good impression for newbie blogger like me. From the first meeting, I know the whole next classes will be so enjoyable and full of lesson that can help to improve my skill in writing. However, the last class did not only leave a good impression, it also left an assignment to do at home.

The lecturer perhaps wants to test how high the skill of the students in writing. After he introduced himself in a few minutes, he asked us, the students, to take a piece of paper and asked us to write some paragraphs. He chose five senses of human as the topic, and he gave some subtopic for helping us in writing. Here, the subtopic he wanted us to write:
- Sight: describe your favorite place
- Hearing: the first sound that is heard in the morning
- Taste: the taste of favorite food
- Touch: the feel of shoes or sandals
- Smell: the scent that make us disgust

First Assignment in 6th Semester !

*open eyes*
*looking for phone*
*soc-med(s) checking*
*looking around*
*get up suddenly*
"Hey! I'm not at home!" *thinking* "Ow, alright. I've been at boarding house (again)!"
*sigh*

Holiday has passed, and my life comes back to the reality. No more waking up at 10 am, no more breakfast that had been served on the table after waking up, no more watching HBO in the afternoon. The reality is, the holiday has ended, and the college starts!

Ini yang Terakhir

Sering terlintas semua akan berakhir, tapi tak pernah terpikir harus dengan cara yang seperti ini.

Masalah datang silih berganti buat kita berdua itu sudah layaknya datang bulan, setiap bulan pasti ada. Protes yang tercipta dari masing-masing pihak, terutama dari aku, pun sudah seperti hujan, setiap minggu pasti turun di beberapa hari. Tapi, semua masalah kita, perkelahian kita, sepertinya sudah jadi hal yang biasa dalam hubungan kita. Tidak peduli seberapa besarnya masalah itu, seberapa seringnya perkelahian yang tercipta, kita selalu bisa bertahan dengan semua kondisi yang ada, dan menyelamatkan hubungan kita.

Tak ada satu masalah pun yang bisa merobohkan benteng kebersamaan kita, itu yang kita percaya. Tapi mungkin kita terlalu congkak hingga akhirnya Tuhan pun menegur kita.

Another "Penggalauan"

"Perjuangan cinta terbesar itu bukan terletak di saat kamu mendapatkannya, tapi saat kamu mempertahankannya"


Bertahun-tahun menjalani sebuah hubungan dengan seseorang yang sama itu terkadang ngebuat gue cukup bersyukur. Bersyukur, seenggaknya gue udah nemuin seseorang yang mungkin aja jadi jodoh gue di masa depan. Bersyukur, bahwa seenggaknya ada satu orang yang bersedia mencoba untuk setia mendampingi gue yang banyak maunya ini.