tulisan hampa

saya berhenti mengeluhkan momen dimana orang tua saya lupa hari ulang tahun saya. bukan mereka nggak sayang, tapi mereka punya caranya sendiri menunjukkan kasih sayang. saya mulai menghargai lagi dan lagi apa yang Tuhan kasih sama saya sampe di umur ke 23 tahun ini. Leeds, MA programme, good friends, celebrations, experience, England, love. ah, indescribable. saya berlanjut berjuang, memulai yang saya harus mulai, melanjutkan apa yang sudah saya jalani dan menghentikan hal-hal konyol yang nggak bermanfaat. yes, happy birthday to me and happy friendship to those who made my age just more precious than before. in this strange island, in this new place, I'm too blessed to complain about small things. and good friends in need are good friends indeed. Lintang sama Reyhan Birthday Surprise dari gang yang habis London-an di hari ulang tahun saya!! I shall say this dinner was awesome! many new (and good) friends! Yep! I need to stop complaining about sm...

i am in a stranger island. lost and completely lost. it is my 23rd birthday, and i am lost. i had fun too much and i am lost. sounds negative? it is not, in fact, i really had so much fun. i got a grip, i had fun, i am lost. i need to sleep, but i just don't want to. i was spending my 23rd first hours with these strangers i like. they are fantastic, respectful, kind and truthful. they are Andrea, Lewis, Marcelo, Silvia, Galina, Nikhita and Liz. however, i missed my old friends, drinking and talking haven't been this fun before. i missed my family and my boyfriend. i am turning 23 and i am lost. i love it, dear god.

aku mendengar panggilan terakhir dari pengeras suara bandara. langkahku semakin cepat berlari namun aku yakin akan percuma. penerbangan murahan tidak akan menungguku. "this is the final call for Ms Sherman, Ms Sherman to be on board for flight to Mississippi" lalu aku sadar langkahku tidak lagi bergerak kemanapun. aku diam menatap pesawatku lepas landas. hilang ke langit membawa mimpiku bersamanya. lalu aku diam, sendiri. rasanya sulit percaya kalau pertemuanku dengan Andrea akan berakhir begitu saja dalam hitungan jam. penerbangannya mengalami gangguan dan pesawatnya jatuh. belum ada indentifikasi Andrea ditemukan.aku dan keluarganya menunggu kabar di ruang tunggu maskapai. "I am very sorry to confirm this that we found Ms Sherman's luggages and wallets near the area..." kata-kata selanjutnya tidak lagi penting buatku. Andrea sudah pergi, namun aku seperti ingin melihat jasadnya, aku seperti ingin bertemu lagi dengannnya dan mengakui kecuranganku dalam ...

my first autumn far from home. i missed smelling petrichor. i missed sitting on my couch, drinking chocolate and doing nothing. but i love the wind here, i love how the street smells. i love how the people act and i love how this country loves me. there's no such time i wanna go home, all i wanted was bringing my loved ones here, to sip in the fresh air. i want to see them see what would it be to live in a far far country. i missed the sound of azan, and how i enjoy my nights with my god. here, everything is just so wonderful in another way. i love it, i love you, God.

cerita ini saya buat setengah sadar, setelah ngobrol dengan seseorang di pergaulan sosial di teknologi ciptaan Kanada. "excuse me, could i have a plate of salad please?" "sure, anything else?" "orange juice please" "be back at you in two sec" "thank you" lima belas menit kemudian teman saya datang ke meja saya dan memesan kepada pelayan yang sama "excuse me, i'd like to have a beef sandwich please" "oh, i'm sorry, we run out of sandwiches today" "well, coke will be fine, then" "no problem" sepuluh menit kemudian pelayan itu datang membawa pesanan kami. "this restaurant is fantastic" "no, it is not. they don't serve sandwich" "hey, they do, they're just running out of it" "no, it was just a tactical tempation" "what?" "they offer a very delicious menu to attract people, but don't really have it....

i skipped so many things today; the city tour, the fruity party and the cooking sessions with indonesian friends. i am so exhausted and i don't know why. i want to sleep and i want to dream of my mom. silly i know, maybe this is homesick or homerun, or whatever it is. my flatmates are laughing out loud in our kitchen and i am not even interested to join their beers. i am sleepy. i love UK, i love these people, i love the hype and i love everything about it. i lost my eating appetite and surely will curse the weight scale for reducing my body mass index. funny to know that i am not drunk but i am typing like a drunken person. i guess i'd just sign out my messengers, lock my door, turn on the heater, wear the jacket and pull up my duvet. oh i love UK.

wow, this is the first post from the UK. dedicated to those who have been waiting for my update (berasa artis) tyo, nandha, adimas, maybe eka or chairun. anyone. life's so good here. i cried sometimes knowing my dad didnt reply my sms just because he has no heart to tell me he missed me. i missed him too, i missed my dad. i missed my family, my bestfriends, my brothers. bismillah.

As sure as the floor 'neath my toes, And somehow not surprised That I was superimposed Somehow in this life And if my friends and my foes Would just drop me a line That'd be nice You see love is a drink That goes straight to my head And time is a lover And I'm caught in her stead And the sentiment there follows me Straight to my bed through the night I've got my life in a suitcase And ready to run run run away I've got no time 'cause I'm always trying to run run run away 'cause everyday it feels like it's only a game I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase What could be an anchor here With a storm on the rise When you're never meant to see so clear When smoke gets in your eyes And the man in the moon Never makes his replies understood? I've got my life in a suitcase And ready to run run run away I've got no time 'cause I'm always trying to run run run away 'cause everyday it ...

"dear my good friend, soon you'll be leaving this country, this town where we used to hang out and have fun together. I may not be there instantly when you need me like before, but I want you to keep in mind that: I will always in your heart, listen to your every story. Once you arrived there, keep this note in behind your door, so each time you're going out and in, you're reminded by a restless friend here in your hometown. Remember that nothing will and is allowed to bring you down. You're living your dream there and you have been making us proud here in home. Keep smiling and keep moving forward as you are always encouraged by. I forbid any pain and critic take you down, so be tough and make them your shield. You're the king of your mind and no one rules it but you. If you have any complaints or just want to mock anything that bothers you, go to your YM , I'll be there. Late replies are always better than invisible or unavailable, right? Please also...

"Wah, pasti enak nih kopinya" Bagus memuji sambil memperhatikan apron hitam yang dikenakan Bea. "Kok gitu?" Kening Bea mengerut kaget dan tersipu "Iya, yang buat coffee master soalnya, pasti udah capcus banget mixing kopinya" Bagus tersenyum penuh makna, umpannya seperti bekerja efektif, "black apron means coffee master kan?" "Kok tau sih? Partners ya? Starbucks mana?" Bea mencoba mencairkan groginya "Bukan, saya customer biasa" "Kok tau soal black apron?" "Dari internet, dan convinced abis liat mukamu yang super pede dan charming, soo brewing" Bea tertawa mendengar ungkapan terakhir. Ia menggeleng kecil karena malu dilihat oleh Bagus dengan tatapan aneh. "Thank you!" Bagus menyambut minumannya setelah Bea mengumumkan jenis kopi itu "Anytime, thank you" Bagus tidak melepaskan pandangannya dari Bea, dan seperti tidak menyerah, Bagus terus mencoba "ini cara isi customer voic...

Di sini, di sudut ini, aku diam menatapmu. Meneliti setiap jengkal seragam pertandinganmu hari ini. Warna merah seragammu menyerupai hatiku, seperti rasa bangga dan silau akan kebesaran stadionmu ini. Di sini, di sudut ini lagi, aku menyerupai dirimu, memerahkan tubuhku dan melengkapi senyumku dengan rasa senang bercampur bangga. Di sini, di sudut ini, aku melihatmu lagi dengan tawa dan peluh yang sama. Dengan wajah dan kaki lincah yang sama yang mendampingimu bermain. Di sini, di sudut ini, aku memperhatikanmu lagi, mengucap kata yang tidak kau dengar. Bukan telingamu tertutup, hanya saja riuh mengalahkan gumamku. Di sini, di sudut ini, aku tersenyum menyaksikan setiap umpan dan silangan demi silangan gerakmu yang mempesona. Di sini, di sudut ini, sekali dari 90menit aku menemukanmu memandangku dan tersenyum lucu. Aku membalas senyummu, lalu kau bermain lagi dengan duniamu. Di sini, di sudut ini, aku...sendiri.

I am currently addicted to prefab (prefabrication) homes. Been loving interior and exterior designs for years, but never have the guts to study deeper. I love architecture and I love posting cool pics. :)

"Hey babe!" "Hey darling! Do you wanna say something about this crap?"   Lindsay mengangkat koran infotainment di tangan kirinya dan menunjukkan halaman pertama dimana ada foto Jack berciuman dengan gadis setengah telanjang "Wow, that's what I've been telling you about, last night"   Jack meraih lembaran menyebalkan itu dan mencoba membaca cepat isi berita yang menyertai foto itu. "No, that's not like what you told me, baby. Tell me!"   Lindsay masih mencoba bertanya dengan kepala dingin. Jack gusar, ia baru saja sampai rumah dari latihan basket regulernya. Kepalanya sedang panas dan tidak siap bicara apapun soal foto itu. Seingatnya ia hanya diajak bersenang-senang oleh teman klub, lalu datang penari telanjang dan kontan semua kamera paparazzi di sekitar klub malam itu beraksi sesuai instingnya masing-masing. "Well, boys night out. What do you expect from that? A priest? A coach? Referee? It was a dark celebration wher...

"for god sake I saved his ass twice, Vin! What was he thinking?" Bella sesenggukan bercerita ke Vin. Vin yang dengar cerita Bella cuma diam sesekali mengusap punggung Bella. "I think he just need some time, give it a break" "Vin, if I let him go, who'd do my guarding class and my written assessment? I could always rely on him about that, and now he's prosecuting me like this." "Bella, be true. what do you expect from a person like him? he's just been too insecure dating a person like you" "I think it is normal, I'm afraid of losing him too" "so what do you want?" "I don't know, I just want him around" peluit keras berbunyi panjang. Bella dan Vin merapikan seragam dan bergegas lari ke lapangan untuk fisik mental selanjutnya.

"What? What if it were his girlfriend? Would you do the same?" Gua shock sekali denger Andrea ngucapin belasungkawa ke mantan cowoknya yang baru ditinggal adiknya meninggal karena kecelakaan. Andrea memang agak labil, gua udah sering ingetin untuk ga usah masuk-masuk lagi ke kehidupan laki-laki yang udah merusak hidupnya. Andrea diam, tiba-tiba Bella lewat. Gua tarik tangannya dan dia agak tersentak. "I wanna break up with you" tanpa basa basi gua sapa dia "What? Why?" Andrea melihat kiri-kanannya memastikan suara gua nggak terlalu keras "You disrespect me" tiga kata simpel yang mewakili semua rasa geram gua "Wow! What?" "You don't have to be my girlfriend to get me help you, you know that" "What are you talking about Rick?" "Last week, you took my swimming kit and didn't give it back, or at least let me know you've used it" "I thought we've talked about this" "Y...

kemarin saya ketemu dengan teman saya di taman sekolah. dia tanya kenapa saya nggak jualan donat lagi di taman itu, padahal kalo bulan puasa, omzet bisa naik gila-gilaan. saya bilang saya nggak tertarik lagi dengan donat. "it has been part of your life since you were a kid" "i know, i just don't see it that interesting anymore. it has no sense of art" "what do you mean" "this is what i called unreasonable sudden stop. i just stop liking it" "that doesn't make sense" "nothing in this world does" "anyway, are you going to start a new business?" "i'm planning to set up another food stall, i just haven't thought of what would it be" "what about ice cream?" "thanks, i'll put that on my list" "i don't see you bring your pen to note down" "no, i don't take notes literally. if it's important, i'll remember it" "whatever. good luck. i...

fiksi adalah saat dimana seorang individu mereplika tuhan menciptakan karakter dan menuliskan garis takdirnya saat dimana seorang manusia mencerminkan hati dan pikirannya saat dimana seorang anak menuliskan rasa rindunya terhadap ketiadaan saat dimana kenyataan terhenti sebentar, tergantikan oleh khayalan saat dimana dunia tidak berbentuk bulat, hanya setengah lingkaran saat dimana sebuah tulisan memiliki begitu banyak makna saat dimana pembaca menikmati dengan caranya sendiri saat dimana ada kata yang dibiarkan tak terucap saat dimana saya bicara, apa yang saya enggan tulis saat dimana saya menulis, apa yang saya enggan bicarakan.

"BLITZ!!!" the sound of camera flash were blinding my eyes. As I walked through the red carpet, suddenly a voice called me "Patricia, Patricia!! it's Christo, your table-mate in high-school!" I stopped and reassure that voice is really Christo. "Damn you, pencil boy! where have you been?" I saw him smiling heedlessly beyond big cameras and other journalists around him, "give me your card, I'll call you, Christ" he handed me his card and I slipped away into the award venue. "Christo Julien" I heard him answering my call to his cell. I invited him to a lunch in the Scenario and prohibit him bringing his recorder and camera. I am so grateful to see him finally. "So, how's journalism feed your weed habit?" I ordered salmon steak for lunch "I see everything as bright as I have imagined. I've been trying to call out your name in every event. And surely journalism don't bring me trophy as yours...

Jarang banget gue nulis kata-kata kasar, apalagi via dunia maya, terlebih via blog gue. Tulisan hampa selalu memuat cerita fiksi atau sampah-sampah harian gue. Kali ini, boleh ya spesial edisi gue meluapkan sisi jahat gue. I just wanna say: I hate you, for your inconsistency, un-acceptability, impatience, accusation, exaggerating ego and fluctuating emotional behaviour. I hate you.

rasanya kisah Eron harus diselesaikan ya. jadi Eron sedang menghabiskan makan siangnya sebelum kembali bergelut dengan tugas sekolah dan pelajaran yang harus ia hadapi esok di sekolahnya. setengah semester berlalu, namun Eron merasa ini belum apa-apa dibanding apa yang harus ia tebus selama setengah semester lagi. *** Aku adalah anak bungsu dari dua bersaudara. Kakaklu Irfan, tinggal bersama Papa di rumah Papa. Aku belum mengerti kalau tiga tahun lalu, Mama mencoba merebutku dari Papa dikarenakan rasa gengsi dan sakit hati. Papa selingkuh, lalu menggugat cerai Mama. Saat itu, si Nyonya besar terpukul sekali dan marah hingga bertubi-tubi. Suami yang dicintainya meninggalkannya demi seorang wanita yang tidak jelas, seperti seolah melupakan apa yang sudah mereka melewati bersara. HIngga sore itu, Kak Irfan berkunjung ke istanaku. *** "Kak Irfan gimana sekolahnya?" "Baik, kamu gimana rapot tengah semesternya?" "Nggak tau, Mama belum cerita" "Papa m...