chasing the death ☼
i am a bit nasty and my posts are all emo ☂ ☂
The older I am, the crazier I become. Or, the older I am, the lamer I become? Last night I tried to cut my hand again but I somehow cringed at the fraction made between the blade and my skin. Laughing out loud, somehow I felt like a shit because I used to do it back then in secondary school? I even excused from a sport activity because ‘I accidentally got my hand sliced’ (but I heard someone didn’t buy it and accusing me as ‘a mad kid’ because they knew I cut my hand on purpose. But I don’t care any more.).
Why I cut again? Well, why not (nervous laugh). No, wait.
I got this crazy thought yesterday, when I lied down in my bed, couldn’t sleep thanks to my toothache. Then suddenly this slipped into my mind: what if I make another pain so perhaps I will focused on it more than this shitty pain in my mouth? Let’s try!
I didn’t have a blade, so I borrowed my room-mate’s instead. But then I got shaky hand? And I just managed a small, a very very small scar? And I felt like a freaking coward? Laughing out loud, thinking about it now, it is ridiculous enough to think that I am a coward because I can not sliced myself open by myself.
But, anyway, the pain got distracted. And I started to think that this is kind of a good idea as long as people don’t find the thin red line on my left arm. And, plus, it wasn’t that deep. I am still a chicken to actually make a deep, more painful wound.
Perhaps if I am on some point in the future and I looked back, the future me will yell at my ears ‘why don’t you go to the freaking doctor?’. Well, the one-minute-future me already shouting it everyday, though. The thing is I don’t have any spare time right now. Maybe I can go next week, but now? Not really. Got a lot of stuff happening and exam week is approaching. Maybe this is the best solution I can find right now? (nervous laugh)
Anyway, I am not depressed or such. And back then when I was in secondary school, I thought slicing up myself was fun. Ha ha ha ha, don’t look at my blog like that.
Let’s just pray for this week’s exam.
+ posted on 20170506 at 10:45
I Ramble #3
I had this funny headache since this morning. Maybe it was because of the sudden wake up this morning? I don’t know. All I know is this sickness had been lingering until the time I write this. I had a quick nap around two hours, but the headache was still there. I had to not tie my hair up even though it was so hot in this room, because it made the headache worse.
I had this funny headache since this morning. Maybe it was because of the sudden wake up this morning? I don’t know. All I know is this sickness had been lingering until the time I write this. I had a quick nap around two hours, but the headache was still there. I had to not tie my hair up even though it was so hot in this room, because it made the headache worse.
Maybe it was from the heat? Or the lack of eating? It is
funny how not-eating makes you sick all day, and creates a lot of funny things
happen to your body. No I don’t think that this is from the lack of eating,
because I do eat. I ate my brunch around twelve. I don’t eat dinner, though,
but all this time it was fine. It was fine until today. Why the headache choose
today? Why not yesterday, why not the day before yesterday when everything was
all right.
Oh yes, I am rambling. I wasn’t choosing the title without
meaning; by ramble I mean talking nonsense about all the things that maybe it
is not actually happening but I feel like it is.
But, wait, this headache is actually happening, I swear. By
the time I finish this, I will take a shower and try to cool down my head under
the coldness of the water.
Why I had to write this down? I don’t know. I don’t have
anyone to talk to so maybe I will talk to Microsoft Word and hoping to it to
responds me. What a sad life. No. I like to write down things; it helps me calm
down and forget about it for a while with re-explore the details of the event
which I want to write down. It works, for me, though. I don’t know how
remembering things can make me forget the things. It was on the different line
with remembering what-to-be-remembered like my subjects for exam and such,
obviously. If it works like that too, I won’t be remembering anything about my
lessons.
I don’t have anything to be nibbled on. I wish I have a bag
of crisps with me…
Dec 14th 2016
+ posted on 20161215 at 09:14
I Ramble #2
It is kind of hard if we are in a situation without internet
connection. My roommate ever says that she cannot live without internet,
because she needs it. Up until now I haven’t buy a proper data for my phone’s
internet (which is kind of a shame because when finally my phone is an iPhone
but I have no internet connection in that phone) and she wonders how can I
manage to, uhm, continue my life without internet.
In fact, there are a lot of things that can distract you
from internet. A bunch of unwatched anime and TV series, for example. I
actually enjoy my time without internet, really. I have a lot of e-books, a lot
of animes, and I can write with peace.
It is nice, you know, running from your real life for a
while and burry yourself in your own world. Locking yourself in your room with
a fan on is not a preferable activity for most people, though, but for me it is
great. Well, not always great, but it is, for most of the time.
Silent phone –without any vibrations from countless
group-chats, or twitter’s notification—is calming. Unless you are expecting an
important news, it is pleasant for having your phone off for a month or more.
Like, right now.
Even though I like my friends –I do like you so much,
guys—but I still have this funny thing when I want myself to not communicating
with them for a while. I am sorry, to be honest. Tuning out yourself from the
world is like a drug for me; it’s addicting, I need to do it more often.
But I still like my friends. But I don’t want them to
interfere. But I want to get to know them. But I don’t want myself to make the
same mistake as I did before. Funny how things can be so contradict in a single
person. I think I only making it up, don’t I? I don’t know anymore. The barrier
between making it up and the real anxiety itself is very thin; it’s barely seen
by a mundane.
Wait, what, why are we talking about anxiety? This tuning
out thing is not counted as an anxiety; it’s just a mere bullshits, coming from
a confused and angsty teenager who watch too much anime, TV series, movies, and
a load of shits that are not real.
The thing is, I have a happy life –that’s what I think. Why
I keep saying things like this to myself? Nice, this is what people call an
attention seeker, isn’t it? It is horrible, you know, when you feel like there
are a lot of eyes everywhere and feel like everyone is watching you wherever
you walk. It is horrible, when you keep thinking your friends are talking about
you behind your back. What if it’s real, what if actually they do talk about
you; the way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you run from
everything if possible, the way you— why am I being like this.
+ posted on 20161214 at 10:12
Play. Pause.
You open your eyes, very slowly, and stared to the empty ceiling above you. No, your mom is not there, she is not burning there like the Winchester's do. There is nothing there.
But, suddenly you realize. Well, you have a sudden realization about yourself, it's great.
You was thinking about all those actions you'd make. All those distance you'd create. Suddenly you realize that it was not on purpose.
Well, it was on purpose, but you didn't realize that it will become like that.
Rewind.
Can you? You can't.
Now you are separated by distance, a real distance, and you don't even know whether is that your fault or not. You blame yourself for everything, like usual.
Wait, you do a mutual conversation earlier, right?
But you don't think it will help?
What a pity.
Play. Pause.
You stare at your phone. Its light is too bright. Mini balloons keep popping up on the screen, containing words and sentences.
Suddenly you realize that it was all about jealousy. You love it too much. It hurts.
What a hideous word.
You didn't think you will be ignored like that? It is not an ignorance, you, silly. It's all on your head. It's only in your head.
But, still.
You think it was your fault, aren't you?
Ah, as usual.
Rewind.
Can you? You can, but you don't want to.
Was that hurt? Yes? A lot? You did a great act yesterday, then. Congratulation.
Play. Pause.
Rewind.
Oh, the cassette is broken.
No, no, it is not your fault, really.
What? You can't help it?
But there's no point in blaming yourself for everything and do nothing to repair that, sweetie.
What, I am cruel? Ho, didn't I tell you earlier?
You open your eyes, very slowly, and stared to the empty ceiling above you. No, your mom is not there, she is not burning there like the Winchester's do. There is nothing there.
But, suddenly you realize. Well, you have a sudden realization about yourself, it's great.
You was thinking about all those actions you'd make. All those distance you'd create. Suddenly you realize that it was not on purpose.
Well, it was on purpose, but you didn't realize that it will become like that.
Rewind.
Can you? You can't.
Now you are separated by distance, a real distance, and you don't even know whether is that your fault or not. You blame yourself for everything, like usual.
Wait, you do a mutual conversation earlier, right?
But you don't think it will help?
What a pity.
Play. Pause.
You stare at your phone. Its light is too bright. Mini balloons keep popping up on the screen, containing words and sentences.
Suddenly you realize that it was all about jealousy. You love it too much. It hurts.
What a hideous word.
You didn't think you will be ignored like that? It is not an ignorance, you, silly. It's all on your head. It's only in your head.
But, still.
You think it was your fault, aren't you?
Ah, as usual.
Rewind.
Can you? You can, but you don't want to.
Was that hurt? Yes? A lot? You did a great act yesterday, then. Congratulation.
Play. Pause.
Rewind.
Oh, the cassette is broken.
No, no, it is not your fault, really.
What? You can't help it?
But there's no point in blaming yourself for everything and do nothing to repair that, sweetie.
What, I am cruel? Ho, didn't I tell you earlier?
+ posted on 20160724 at 01:12
This one was super cool; even cooler than the old one - did I ever talk about it? I don't think so.
So I will explain my dream last night; I hope I still remember the details. It will be written narrative style because I think it will be cooler, lmao.
Should I give a title too?
Lie.
I was dead late. It was only the first day, and I didn't wake up properly this time. I climbed up the staircase quickly. I even hadn't know how the rules worked here yet.
I was not the only one. There was another student with me; weirdly from the same school as mine. We walked fast toward the classroom's door together and the teachers had already begun the study.
"Oh, dear," the teacher said. "Why did you come late?"
I just grinned in excuse, and the teacher sighed.
"Okay, I know you are an exchange student, right? Go to your own class, your name were not in this class' list."
We both excused ourselves and, once again, walked in the stairs. This time we walked calmly because we know that even though we come late, the punishment would be a long scold from the teacher, and that's all.
"It's different from our school, isn't it?" I said.
"Yes, I like how the rules work here,"
Another teacher passed by us by the corridor. He strangely stared at us. We ignored him, somehow, and I didn't think that my friend noticed his glare to us.
And then something happened.
This teacher -or was he a teacher there?- strangled someone in the corridor. He did it in front of me, grinned like nothing's happening. He smiled like he was just doing something normal than strangling a student.
The way he strangled the girl was strange. Instead of circling some kind of rope around the girl's neck, he kind of ripped the neck into two, horizontally. It wasn't like breaking the neck into two. I could see it clearly when the girl's skin shredded; fresh blood scattered around the carpeted floor. The girl didn't scream. Either she's already dead or she just too scared to scream, I didn't know. She was just laying motionlessly on the man's lap, as he continued to rip her own neck.
And me.
I didn't know why I was alone, maybe my friend already fled somewhere when the man grabbed the girl's neck.
So I will explain my dream last night; I hope I still remember the details. It will be written narrative style because I think it will be cooler, lmao.
Should I give a title too?
Lie.
I was dead late. It was only the first day, and I didn't wake up properly this time. I climbed up the staircase quickly. I even hadn't know how the rules worked here yet.
I was not the only one. There was another student with me; weirdly from the same school as mine. We walked fast toward the classroom's door together and the teachers had already begun the study.
"Oh, dear," the teacher said. "Why did you come late?"
I just grinned in excuse, and the teacher sighed.
"Okay, I know you are an exchange student, right? Go to your own class, your name were not in this class' list."
We both excused ourselves and, once again, walked in the stairs. This time we walked calmly because we know that even though we come late, the punishment would be a long scold from the teacher, and that's all.
"It's different from our school, isn't it?" I said.
"Yes, I like how the rules work here,"
Another teacher passed by us by the corridor. He strangely stared at us. We ignored him, somehow, and I didn't think that my friend noticed his glare to us.
And then something happened.
This teacher -or was he a teacher there?- strangled someone in the corridor. He did it in front of me, grinned like nothing's happening. He smiled like he was just doing something normal than strangling a student.
The way he strangled the girl was strange. Instead of circling some kind of rope around the girl's neck, he kind of ripped the neck into two, horizontally. It wasn't like breaking the neck into two. I could see it clearly when the girl's skin shredded; fresh blood scattered around the carpeted floor. The girl didn't scream. Either she's already dead or she just too scared to scream, I didn't know. She was just laying motionlessly on the man's lap, as he continued to rip her own neck.
And me.
I didn't know why I was alone, maybe my friend already fled somewhere when the man grabbed the girl's neck.
And somehow I didn't stop the man. I only stood up, watching him smiled at me while doing his 'job'. And somehow I didn't feel scared at all. I kept watching him until he was done with what he was doing.
Suddenly the man moved. He ran to the stairs with the girl in his hand. As I said before, he didn't rip the girl's neck into two vertically, so the neck was still connecting the body with the head, but skinless. You could see the red muscles, with blood dripped from it.
Wait. Let me explain where were we actually.
I was on the second floor, with the man and the dead girl. Nobody else was around. It was only us. And, can you imagine a large plaza? The one with a glass balcony? And on the first floor there were pillars that sustained the balcony. Could you imagine that? If you couldn't, search up Ouran High School Host Club's school. It was kind of similar like that.
So.
Somehow the man managed to hang the girl under the balcony. He hanged her like a flying fox across the first floor's hall, and then he pushed her down through the scared students on the first floor.
The dead body hit one of the pillar with a loud thud and her head was snapped into two.
Loud screams were heard by the first floor. Everyone was in chaos. The man, the fucking man, was laughing at them. He thought it was funny.
And me.
I wasn't screaming or yelling at him. I simply did nothing. I just stared wide eyed when the head rolled down on the floor. And the man grinned at me. Again.
I turned my back. The students on the second floor were flooding the corridor. They were half panic and half excited, I was sure. And when they actually saw the crime scene, the would scream and cried.
I walked against the stream. I walked with my both hands covering my gaped mouth. Scared. Panic. Afraid. Another million human emotion that could fit into this situation.
But the truth was -is- that I am not afraid.
I was so excited when the body flied down the rope, and when it hit the pillar, and-
No.
I was afraid, Of course. I was disgusted. Of course. It was a terrible thing to do. That was why I covered my mouth like this and eyes opened wide.
No.
I was not afraid. Deep down in my heart I knew this situation could actually become fun. But I lied to the whole school, to everyone who was looking at me, that I was scared. I didn't know why I did that. It just happened. I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of the man's action.
And when I realized that I wasn't afraid at all, I awoke.
Nice dream, wasn't it?
When I woke up I was like 'Oh my God, that was awesome.'
It was like an action movie scene, the thriller one.
And strangely, the part when I realized that I wasn't afraid or disgusted felt so real. I remember I questioned myself on the dream, 'why I didn't afraid, why I acted like I am afraid?'
Why oh why.
+ posted on 20160219 at 23:14
Inspired by Big Bang's If You
And Indonesian Independence Day
And me.
cross posted to my penana and my story website
And I can’t do anything
Love is leaving
Like a fool, I’m blankly standing here
In this case, it's the reverse version. It's 'he is leaving' instead of 'she is leaving'. And, the difference is, no love. It's just a platonic one, only a strong bond that ties us in that one big family.
And I decided to leave.
I’m looking at her, getting farther away
She becomes a small dot and then disappears
Will this go away after time passes?
I remember the old times. I remember you.
She becomes a small dot and then disappears
Will this go away after time passes?
I remember the old times. I remember you.
It's not a small dot, and you're not disappear. It's a big line, and I see you standing right in the middle of the basketball court. But, yes, you're getting farther, and farther away. I don't know if you will go away after time passes, because all these times I still remember you.
Leaving is just another option. The first one is staying, but I'm not strong enough. I can't bear all the pressure, so I choose to leave.
When I see you today, maybe it just a simple envious feeling, because your strength to endure the pressure given to you. I still want to be one of those people in that white suit. But.
I don't have such strength.
And I turn my head, I decide to not look at you.
If you, if it's not too late, can I talk to you? Not to confessing, just simply saying 'sorry'. I already cut our friendship, and I feel really, really bad about it. It's not like it's your fault, even though I'm being like this is because of you.
If you, if only I'm not too shy, or just too coward?
I remember your shadow
Our memories that I secretly put in my drawer
I take them out and reminisce again by myself
If you, if I ask for apology, will you forgive me? I think you will just say that it's okay, it's just small things like that, don't overreacting, but it's quite a big matter for me, though. It still haunts me in my sleep, I swear.
If you, if I you forgive me, can I talk to you again? Like the old days, when you and I still in that big family, when I still there, when I still don't have any intention to leave.
If you, if only I'm not too shy, or just too coward?
Labels: ???, english, Short Story, Story
+ posted on 20150817 at 21:50
So one night I accidentally watched this video, which was really touched my heart, haha. The video is a song by BTS's Leader, Rap Monster, titled Too Much. (I will write his name as Kim Namjoon after this, because... I like his Korean name more haha). Then maybe right after Namjoon uploaded his song into their SoundCloud, he made a vlog related with it. It's an old vlog, he recorded it (or uploaded it into BTS official channel in YT) on May 13th 2014.
This is the first time I watch Namjoon's vlog, because I've been preoccupied by Taehyung's or Jungkook's hahah. This is the first Namjoon's vlog I ever watch, and I already surprised by its content!
Well, firstly I didn't understand what he was saying. But then I realized he was talking about his newest show. I didn't exactly know what show it was, because, hey, I'm still new to them. But, I'm sure it's about being himself, based on his words in the video. I am me. Although he is now an idol, but he is still the old him. While I watched that vlog, his gesture was different with the usual Kim Namjoon who I watched on BTS dumb videos (sorry) like Bangtan Bombs or another reality show. Maturity. His mature side was very eye-catching on that video.
What can I get from that deeply-impressed video is; Idol is just a normal human like us. Namjoon said that after he debuted, he felt like hesitate. And compared to what he always said on his fans during interview, 'go find happiness', he actually confused whether he have found his own happiness or not. He felt like lost. But it's okay, like what he said on his vlog, it's okay to got lost once. Because it's normal. Everyone will pass that phase.
We always dream if we become an idol we will much happier, and all famous with those endless fans. Standing up in a big stage, achieving many awards, or recording our own reality show. If we really debut, and become an idol, it is possible that we will have the same thought like Namjoon. We already reach our goal, but are we really happy? With the busy schedule, thousand of showcases, tons of photoshoot, endless practice... I think what Namjoon wrote on the latest BTS_Festa's "Profile Written By Me" was nearly true. It has a column ask to write their most like and most dislike thing. The other member wrote the truth too, like Suga and Jin disliking dance, and Jimin disliking V haha. But uri leader wrote 'BTS' on both column, followed by another usual things he liked and disliked. So, he disliked BTS because of his responsibility with his position as a leader? Or because of his tiredness during his times when he become a member of BTS? We don't now. Only Namjoon and the God know.
The idols are normal people too; they need to rest, they need to refresh their mind as well. That's why I think overwork is not good. SMEnt did that, didn't they? The latest news was from EXO's Kris. Although I'm not an EXO fans, I hear that news because it's making my timeline crowded and noisy, haha. Well, if we want to talk about SMEnt overworking its artists, it's not the right time. Maybe next time.
Well, the conclusion is?
Seriously, I even don't understand what just I write. Some random thoughts on the middle of night.
Forgive me with those grammatically errors, and please don't try to understand what am I writing up there. I'm just surprised with this side of Namjoon.
Actually, he shows this side of his on his songs. He always make a deep meaning song, like Too Much and...and some songs on BTS album are have a great deep meaning too; like Tomorrow and We On.
Talented boys, very proud of them /clapped hands/
So! It's 11:02pm already, this is Alice's log, the end!
And Happy First Anniversary for BTS! It's July 13th anyway, but in Korea it's 13th already, right? :D
Good luck, and prove your name's meaning!
This is the first time I watch Namjoon's vlog, because I've been preoccupied by Taehyung's or Jungkook's hahah. This is the first Namjoon's vlog I ever watch, and I already surprised by its content!
Well, firstly I didn't understand what he was saying. But then I realized he was talking about his newest show. I didn't exactly know what show it was, because, hey, I'm still new to them. But, I'm sure it's about being himself, based on his words in the video. I am me. Although he is now an idol, but he is still the old him. While I watched that vlog, his gesture was different with the usual Kim Namjoon who I watched on BTS dumb videos (sorry) like Bangtan Bombs or another reality show. Maturity. His mature side was very eye-catching on that video.
What can I get from that deeply-impressed video is; Idol is just a normal human like us. Namjoon said that after he debuted, he felt like hesitate. And compared to what he always said on his fans during interview, 'go find happiness', he actually confused whether he have found his own happiness or not. He felt like lost. But it's okay, like what he said on his vlog, it's okay to got lost once. Because it's normal. Everyone will pass that phase.
We always dream if we become an idol we will much happier, and all famous with those endless fans. Standing up in a big stage, achieving many awards, or recording our own reality show. If we really debut, and become an idol, it is possible that we will have the same thought like Namjoon. We already reach our goal, but are we really happy? With the busy schedule, thousand of showcases, tons of photoshoot, endless practice... I think what Namjoon wrote on the latest BTS_Festa's "Profile Written By Me" was nearly true. It has a column ask to write their most like and most dislike thing. The other member wrote the truth too, like Suga and Jin disliking dance, and Jimin disliking V haha. But uri leader wrote 'BTS' on both column, followed by another usual things he liked and disliked. So, he disliked BTS because of his responsibility with his position as a leader? Or because of his tiredness during his times when he become a member of BTS? We don't now. Only Namjoon and the God know.
The idols are normal people too; they need to rest, they need to refresh their mind as well. That's why I think overwork is not good. SMEnt did that, didn't they? The latest news was from EXO's Kris. Although I'm not an EXO fans, I hear that news because it's making my timeline crowded and noisy, haha. Well, if we want to talk about SMEnt overworking its artists, it's not the right time. Maybe next time.
Well, the conclusion is?
Seriously, I even don't understand what just I write. Some random thoughts on the middle of night.
Forgive me with those grammatically errors, and please don't try to understand what am I writing up there. I'm just surprised with this side of Namjoon.
Actually, he shows this side of his on his songs. He always make a deep meaning song, like Too Much and...and some songs on BTS album are have a great deep meaning too; like Tomorrow and We On.
Talented boys, very proud of them /clapped hands/
So! It's 11:02pm already, this is Alice's log, the end!
And Happy First Anniversary for BTS! It's July 13th anyway, but in Korea it's 13th already, right? :D
Good luck, and prove your name's meaning!
+ posted on 20140612 at 23:05
Same day, same moon
24/7 every moment repeats
My life is in between
Jobless twenty-somethings are afraid of tomorrow
It’s funny, you think anything is possible when you’re a kid
When you feel how hard it is to get through a day
Keep feeling like the “Control” beat, keep downloading it
Every single day is a repetition of ctrl+c, ctrl+v
24/7 every moment repeats
My life is in between
Jobless twenty-somethings are afraid of tomorrow
It’s funny, you think anything is possible when you’re a kid
When you feel how hard it is to get through a day
Keep feeling like the “Control” beat, keep downloading it
Every single day is a repetition of ctrl+c, ctrl+v
I have a long way to go but why am I running in place?
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I’m just wishing
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I’m just wishing
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
The tomorrow we’ve been waiting for becomes the name of yesterday at some point
Tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me
Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away, if you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all become yesterday anyway so what’s the use?
I wanted to become happy and strong but why am I getting weaker?
Where am I going? I’m going here and there but I always come back here
Yeah, I’ll probably flow somewhere, is there an end to this maze?
Tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me
Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away, if you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all become yesterday anyway so what’s the use?
I wanted to become happy and strong but why am I getting weaker?
Where am I going? I’m going here and there but I always come back here
Yeah, I’ll probably flow somewhere, is there an end to this maze?
I have a long way to go but why am I running in place?
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I’m just wishing
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I’m just wishing
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Tomorrow, keep walking, we’re too young to stop
Tomorrow, open the door, we see too much to shut the door
When the dark night passes, a bright morning will come
When tomorrow comes, the bright light will shine so don’t worry
This isn’t a stop but just a pause in your life for a break
Turn up your thumbs and press play so everyone can see
Tomorrow, open the door, we see too much to shut the door
When the dark night passes, a bright morning will come
When tomorrow comes, the bright light will shine so don’t worry
This isn’t a stop but just a pause in your life for a break
Turn up your thumbs and press play so everyone can see
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Even if it breaks down, oh better
Follow your dream like breaker
Even if it breaks down, don’t ever run backwards, never
Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now
Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break
Don’t give up, you know
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
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+ posted at 16:42
Title itu hanya untuk menarik perhatianmu. Sungguh :)
Ini hanya post minta maaf, hahaha. Aku ngganti skin-mu tanpa ijin lagi. Aku sendiri sudah ganti lagi, padahal kemarin baru saja ganti ke yang warna biru terang itu, haha.
Aku nemu skinmu itu di satu page yang sama dengan skin yang kupakai sekarang. Aku pakai yang ini soalnya ini Ayano's Theory of Happiness!! >w< Aaargh aku lagi interest ke Kagerou Project, dan skin ini! Skin ini muncul di saat yang tepat!!
Ah, Ayano itu salah satu karakter di Kagerou Project. Animenya bakalan muncul April ini loh!! >w<
Sudah. Sudah.
Oh iya, kalau misalnya nggak sreg dengan musiknya, bisa dihilangkan kok. Bilang saja ke aku ya~ Musiknya agak terlalu 'ceria' kalau menurutku. Tapi layout skin-nya bagus kok~ Aku sempat pakai ini juga, waktu masih coba-coba skin. Dan akhirnya aku pakai yang biru terang itu soalnya itu pakai All Alone With You-nya Egoist!! >w< Nyaaaaaaan~~
Oke, oke. Ini jam satu pagi dan aku fangirlingan sepagi ini.
Anyway, kalau masih suka dengan skin yang lama dan nggak suka dengan skin yang ini, bilang saja. Aku ganti tanpa ijin ini cuma sekedar bosan. Aku bosan kalau skin lama nggak diganti!
Ah, tapi untuk skin Ayano ini mungkin akan bertahan lama ya :')
Aaah, orangnya kok nggak mau buat yang Yobanashi Deceive sekaliaaaan!! >////<
Oi, oi, shush!
Oke, silahkan komplain kapan saja~~
^^
Ini hanya post minta maaf, hahaha. Aku ngganti skin-mu tanpa ijin lagi. Aku sendiri sudah ganti lagi, padahal kemarin baru saja ganti ke yang warna biru terang itu, haha.
Aku nemu skinmu itu di satu page yang sama dengan skin yang kupakai sekarang. Aku pakai yang ini soalnya ini Ayano's Theory of Happiness!! >w< Aaargh aku lagi interest ke Kagerou Project, dan skin ini! Skin ini muncul di saat yang tepat!!
Ah, Ayano itu salah satu karakter di Kagerou Project. Animenya bakalan muncul April ini loh!! >w<
Sudah. Sudah.
Oh iya, kalau misalnya nggak sreg dengan musiknya, bisa dihilangkan kok. Bilang saja ke aku ya~ Musiknya agak terlalu 'ceria' kalau menurutku. Tapi layout skin-nya bagus kok~ Aku sempat pakai ini juga, waktu masih coba-coba skin. Dan akhirnya aku pakai yang biru terang itu soalnya itu pakai All Alone With You-nya Egoist!! >w< Nyaaaaaaan~~
Oke, oke. Ini jam satu pagi dan aku fangirlingan sepagi ini.
Anyway, kalau masih suka dengan skin yang lama dan nggak suka dengan skin yang ini, bilang saja. Aku ganti tanpa ijin ini cuma sekedar bosan. Aku bosan kalau skin lama nggak diganti!
Ah, tapi untuk skin Ayano ini mungkin akan bertahan lama ya :')
Aaah, orangnya kok nggak mau buat yang Yobanashi Deceive sekaliaaaan!! >////<
Oi, oi, shush!
Oke, silahkan komplain kapan saja~~
^^
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+ posted on 20140302 at 01:39
Jika dipikir-pikir, sudah ratusan, atau mungkin, ribuan nyamuk yang pernah mengerubungiku sejak dulu. Atau jangan-jangan malah lebih?
Sepertinya darahku sangat manis, mengundang nyamuk-nyamuk itu untuk datang dan menghisap sedikit darahku untuk nutrisi bagi telur-telur yang berada dalam ovarium mereka.
Aku hanya heran, kenapa aku tidak anemia. Yang ada malah aku darah tinggi karena marah-marah terhadap nyamuk-nyamuk kecil itu. Jangan salah, meskipun kecil, mereka cukup menyebalkan
Ah, maafkan coretan tidak jelasku ini.
Aku hanya heran, kenapa aku tidak anemia. Yang ada malah aku darah tinggi karena marah-marah terhadap nyamuk-nyamuk kecil itu. Jangan salah, meskipun kecil, mereka cukup menyebalkan
Ah, maafkan coretan tidak jelasku ini.
+ posted on 20140210 at 21:48
Besok adalah sebuah sejarah
Begitu pula kemarin
Begitu pula esok lusa
Setiap waktu yang kita jalani akan membentuk sebuah sejarah
Sebuah memori
Tak peduli kejadian apa yang kita alami
Semua itu berhak disebut sebagai sebuah sejarah
Lalu ketika besok menjadi sebuah sejarah
Haruskah ada rasa takut untuk menghadapi 'besok'?
Jawabannya ada dua
Tidak dan,
Ya
Tidak
Untuk kalian yang memiliki semangat
Untuk kalian yang berani maju
Untuk kalian yang bisa memecah cangkang
Dan Ya
Untuk kalian yang takut terlupakan
Untuk kalian yang terlalu sayang untuk meninggalkan zona nyaman
Untuk kalian yang bisa memecah cangkang.
Begitu pula kemarin
Begitu pula esok lusa
Setiap waktu yang kita jalani akan membentuk sebuah sejarah
Sebuah memori
Tak peduli kejadian apa yang kita alami
Semua itu berhak disebut sebagai sebuah sejarah
Lalu ketika besok menjadi sebuah sejarah
Haruskah ada rasa takut untuk menghadapi 'besok'?
Jawabannya ada dua
Tidak dan,
Ya
Tidak
Untuk kalian yang memiliki semangat
Untuk kalian yang berani maju
Untuk kalian yang bisa memecah cangkang
Dan Ya
Untuk kalian yang takut terlupakan
Untuk kalian yang terlalu sayang untuk meninggalkan zona nyaman
Untuk kalian yang bisa memecah cangkang.
+ posted on 20131210 at 18:46
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| Taken by me at SMPN 3 Jember |
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| my cat |
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| my lovely cat |
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| sometimes we need to look up... |
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| but sometimes we need to look down too |
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| flowery |
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| kawaii |
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| vintage |
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| ...that comes after you |
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| Taken by me at Bandar Udara Juanda, Surabaya |
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+ posted on 20131206 at 21:16
I want to update something
But I don't know what should I write,
so,
Another lyrics~ He he ^^
Egoist - Planetes
静かの海に一人
拾った貝殻耳に当てた
じっと耳を澄ませば
ほら
聴こえてくる
君のメッセージ
shizuka no umi ni hitori
hirotta kaigara mimi ni ateta
jitto mimi wo sumaseba
hora
kikoete kuru
kimi no MESSE-JI
Alone in a sea of silence
I put my ear to a seashell I had picked up
If I stand still and listen
I can hear it
A message from you
言えなかった想いを
砂に書いては
波がさらってゆく
ienakatta omoi wo
suna ni kaite wa
nami ga saratte yuku
The feelings that I couldn’t say
that I had written in the sand
are swept away by the waves
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
この物語の始まりの場所で
約束だけが繰り返しても
あなたの記憶に私はずっと生きてる
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho de
yakusoku dake ga kurikaeshite mo
anata no kioku ni watashi wa zutto ikiteru
Hello Hello
I’m here
At the place where this story began
Even if the promise alone is the only thing repeated
I live forever in your memories
記憶の海に沈み
久遠の時を私は行こう
ここから見える小さな地球と
見果てぬ宇宙に君を想って
kioku no umi ni shizumi
kuon no toki wo watashi wa yukou
koko kara mieru chiisa na hoshi to
mihatenu sora ni kimi wo omotte
Sinking in a sea of memories
I will travel eternity
From here I can see the tiny earth
In the endless cosmos, I’ll be thinking of you
雲の切れ間輝く青い故郷
地平線に消える
kumo no kirema kagayaku aoi furusato
chiheisen ni kieru
My blue hometown shines through the gap between the clouds
as I disappear into the horizon
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
この物語の始まりの場所で
どれだけ時が過ぎようとも
あなたの記憶に私はずっと生きてる
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho de
dore dake toki ga sugiyou to mo
anata no kioku ni watashi wa zutto ikiteru
Hello Hello
I’m here
At the place where this story began
No matter how much time goes by
I live forever in your memories
惑星が落ちる頃
あなたと私 引かれあって
必ずまた会える
あの約束の場所で
wakusei ga ochiru koro
anata to watashi hikare atte
kanarazu mata aeru
ano yakusoku no basho de
When the planets fall
You and I will pulled towards one another
and will surely be able to meet again
at the place where we made that promise
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
電子を辿って始まりの場所へ
約束だけが繰り返してる
あなたに会うため旅を続けよう
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
denshi wo tadotte hajimari no basho e
yakusoku dake ga kurikaeshiteru
anata ni au tame tabi wo tsudzukeyou
Hello Hello
I’m here
Following the electrons to the place where it began
The promise alone repeats itself
I’ll continue to journey so that I may meet you
私は宇宙から流れ
この物語の始まりの場所へ
その時再び会えるだろう
あの青い地球であなたに辿りつくから
watashi wa sora kara nagare
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho e
sono toki futatabi aeru darou
ano aoi hoshi de anata ni tadoritsuku kara
I’ll flow down from the sky
to the place where this story began
At that time we’ll surely be able to meet again
Because I’ll reach to where you are on that blue planet
Translator's Note: For both the words 'sora' (sky) and 'hoshi' (planet/star), the word actually written is 'uchuu' (space) and 'chikyuu' (Earth) respectively. In the translation itself I've just used whichever word I felt fit the context better.
Oh ya, I'm kinda into tumblr thing these days
But I don't know what should I write,
so,
Another lyrics~ He he ^^
Egoist - Planetes
静かの海に一人
拾った貝殻耳に当てた
じっと耳を澄ませば
ほら
聴こえてくる
君のメッセージ
shizuka no umi ni hitori
hirotta kaigara mimi ni ateta
jitto mimi wo sumaseba
hora
kikoete kuru
kimi no MESSE-JI
Alone in a sea of silence
I put my ear to a seashell I had picked up
If I stand still and listen
I can hear it
A message from you
言えなかった想いを
砂に書いては
波がさらってゆく
ienakatta omoi wo
suna ni kaite wa
nami ga saratte yuku
The feelings that I couldn’t say
that I had written in the sand
are swept away by the waves
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
この物語の始まりの場所で
約束だけが繰り返しても
あなたの記憶に私はずっと生きてる
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho de
yakusoku dake ga kurikaeshite mo
anata no kioku ni watashi wa zutto ikiteru
Hello Hello
I’m here
At the place where this story began
Even if the promise alone is the only thing repeated
I live forever in your memories
記憶の海に沈み
久遠の時を私は行こう
ここから見える小さな地球と
見果てぬ宇宙に君を想って
kioku no umi ni shizumi
kuon no toki wo watashi wa yukou
koko kara mieru chiisa na hoshi to
mihatenu sora ni kimi wo omotte
Sinking in a sea of memories
I will travel eternity
From here I can see the tiny earth
In the endless cosmos, I’ll be thinking of you
雲の切れ間輝く青い故郷
地平線に消える
kumo no kirema kagayaku aoi furusato
chiheisen ni kieru
My blue hometown shines through the gap between the clouds
as I disappear into the horizon
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
この物語の始まりの場所で
どれだけ時が過ぎようとも
あなたの記憶に私はずっと生きてる
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho de
dore dake toki ga sugiyou to mo
anata no kioku ni watashi wa zutto ikiteru
Hello Hello
I’m here
At the place where this story began
No matter how much time goes by
I live forever in your memories
惑星が落ちる頃
あなたと私 引かれあって
必ずまた会える
あの約束の場所で
wakusei ga ochiru koro
anata to watashi hikare atte
kanarazu mata aeru
ano yakusoku no basho de
When the planets fall
You and I will pulled towards one another
and will surely be able to meet again
at the place where we made that promise
Hello Hello
ここにいるよ
電子を辿って始まりの場所へ
約束だけが繰り返してる
あなたに会うため旅を続けよう
Hello Hello
koko ni iru yo
denshi wo tadotte hajimari no basho e
yakusoku dake ga kurikaeshiteru
anata ni au tame tabi wo tsudzukeyou
Hello Hello
I’m here
Following the electrons to the place where it began
The promise alone repeats itself
I’ll continue to journey so that I may meet you
私は宇宙から流れ
この物語の始まりの場所へ
その時再び会えるだろう
あの青い地球であなたに辿りつくから
watashi wa sora kara nagare
kono monogatari no hajimari no basho e
sono toki futatabi aeru darou
ano aoi hoshi de anata ni tadoritsuku kara
I’ll flow down from the sky
to the place where this story began
At that time we’ll surely be able to meet again
Because I’ll reach to where you are on that blue planet
Translator's Note: For both the words 'sora' (sky) and 'hoshi' (planet/star), the word actually written is 'uchuu' (space) and 'chikyuu' (Earth) respectively. In the translation itself I've just used whichever word I felt fit the context better.
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| Realize me some more |
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| /error/ |
Oh ya, I'm kinda into tumblr thing these days
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| A roller coaster to your heart |
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| wishes |
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| just be friends |
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| i don't know what to say no more |
+ posted at 20:56
Beberapa jam sudah dia habiskan untuk memandang layar laptop usang itu dengan nanar. Menunggu. Dia menunggu untuk sesuatu hal yang tak pasti ia lakukan. Menunggu detik detik bergantinya hari. Menunggu agar kalender digital di desktopnya itu berubah tanggalnya. Menunggu tengah malam.
Sehari ini dia jalani dengan tidak semangat. Terlalu malu untuk ia akui sendiri bahwa yang membuatnya bertingkah seperti itu adalah satu diantara banyak anak yang mendapat dispensasi khusus itu. Pikirannya entah kemana saat pelajaran pertama. Ia mengutuk pelajaran kedua karena terasa terlalu lama. Pelajaran ketiga tidak ia perhatikan dengan cermat. Begitu bel pulang berbunyi, ia langsung kabur menuju parkiran untuk pulang secepatnya.
Ngebut. Terberkatilah siapapun yang bisa menghindar dari kecepatan motornya yang berlari diatas empat puluh kilometer perjam itu. Jaket merahnya melayang-layang terbawa angin. Tujuan utamanya sehari ini: pulang ke rumah. Entah mengapa rumah terasa sangat hangat dan menyenangkan baginya hari itu.
Dia mengalihkan pandangannya sebentar ke arah jam weker biru muda di atas mejanya. Masih dua jam lagi menuju tengah malam. Ia tinggalkan tempat duduk nyamannya sejenak untuk ke dapur, mengisi ulang gelas tingginya yang kosong sejak satu jam yang lalu.
Terkutuklah sebuah kata yang bernama 'menunggu' itu. Siapa yang suka menunggu? Pembuat penasaran, penghancur harapan, apalagi?
Menunggu adalah pekerjaan membosankan. Apalagi menunggu hal seperti ini.
Sebenarnya ada banyak rencana-rencana yang tersusun di dalam kepalanya. Seharusnya ada satu atau dua yang terwujud. Sesungguhnya ia memikirkan hal-hal yang muluk-muluk untuk menyambut bergantinya hari. Namun kenyataannya ia tetap bersembunyi seperti ini. Kenyatannya ia hanya melakukan satu hal kecil yang sangat tidak berarti. Sungguh hina.
Walaupun begitu, ia tulus melakukan hal kecil ini. Ia melakukannya karena hati, bukan karena sekedar formalitas. Ia mengerjakannya dengan ikhlas.
Sudah setengah jam lagi menuju detik-detik bergantinya hari. Dia memeriksa ulang segala-galanya dari awal. Apakah nyambung? Apakah akan dibaca? Dia memilih pilihan yang satu ini karena paling mudah dilakukan dan sepertinya tidak akan membongkar seluruh rahasianya.
Lima menit lagi. Ia mulai gelisah di tempat duduknya. Detik jam di depannya terasa melambat. Berhamburan sudah kuap yang ditahannya sejak tadi. Sabar, sebentar lagi, sedikit lagi.
Satu menit. Berkali-kali sudut matanya sengaja menangkap kotak kecil di pojok kiri bawah desktop. Enam puluh detik terasa sangat lama. Ia sudah menunggu lebih dari tiga jam, namun rasanya enam puluh detik ini lebih lama dari itu. Tanpa sadar ia menghitung mundur di dalam hatinya sejak menit-menit terakhir.
Mendadak ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia rela menunggu berjam-jam di depan laptop usangnya ini. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia langsung pulang begitu saja tadi siang. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia memandangi kertas berisi nama-nama anak yang mendapat dispensasi itu tadi pagi. Ia ingat semua alasannya, jelas terpampang di dalam ingatannya.
Ia tersenyum. Aku terlalu pengecut, pikirnya. Aku terlalu mendramatisir. Lalu ia ketikkan kata-kata yang ia tunggu untuk dituliskan sejak berjam-jam yang lalu:
"Selamat Ulang Tahun."
Sehari ini dia jalani dengan tidak semangat. Terlalu malu untuk ia akui sendiri bahwa yang membuatnya bertingkah seperti itu adalah satu diantara banyak anak yang mendapat dispensasi khusus itu. Pikirannya entah kemana saat pelajaran pertama. Ia mengutuk pelajaran kedua karena terasa terlalu lama. Pelajaran ketiga tidak ia perhatikan dengan cermat. Begitu bel pulang berbunyi, ia langsung kabur menuju parkiran untuk pulang secepatnya.
Ngebut. Terberkatilah siapapun yang bisa menghindar dari kecepatan motornya yang berlari diatas empat puluh kilometer perjam itu. Jaket merahnya melayang-layang terbawa angin. Tujuan utamanya sehari ini: pulang ke rumah. Entah mengapa rumah terasa sangat hangat dan menyenangkan baginya hari itu.
Dia mengalihkan pandangannya sebentar ke arah jam weker biru muda di atas mejanya. Masih dua jam lagi menuju tengah malam. Ia tinggalkan tempat duduk nyamannya sejenak untuk ke dapur, mengisi ulang gelas tingginya yang kosong sejak satu jam yang lalu.
Terkutuklah sebuah kata yang bernama 'menunggu' itu. Siapa yang suka menunggu? Pembuat penasaran, penghancur harapan, apalagi?
Menunggu adalah pekerjaan membosankan. Apalagi menunggu hal seperti ini.
Sebenarnya ada banyak rencana-rencana yang tersusun di dalam kepalanya. Seharusnya ada satu atau dua yang terwujud. Sesungguhnya ia memikirkan hal-hal yang muluk-muluk untuk menyambut bergantinya hari. Namun kenyataannya ia tetap bersembunyi seperti ini. Kenyatannya ia hanya melakukan satu hal kecil yang sangat tidak berarti. Sungguh hina.
Walaupun begitu, ia tulus melakukan hal kecil ini. Ia melakukannya karena hati, bukan karena sekedar formalitas. Ia mengerjakannya dengan ikhlas.
Sudah setengah jam lagi menuju detik-detik bergantinya hari. Dia memeriksa ulang segala-galanya dari awal. Apakah nyambung? Apakah akan dibaca? Dia memilih pilihan yang satu ini karena paling mudah dilakukan dan sepertinya tidak akan membongkar seluruh rahasianya.
Lima menit lagi. Ia mulai gelisah di tempat duduknya. Detik jam di depannya terasa melambat. Berhamburan sudah kuap yang ditahannya sejak tadi. Sabar, sebentar lagi, sedikit lagi.
Satu menit. Berkali-kali sudut matanya sengaja menangkap kotak kecil di pojok kiri bawah desktop. Enam puluh detik terasa sangat lama. Ia sudah menunggu lebih dari tiga jam, namun rasanya enam puluh detik ini lebih lama dari itu. Tanpa sadar ia menghitung mundur di dalam hatinya sejak menit-menit terakhir.
Mendadak ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia rela menunggu berjam-jam di depan laptop usangnya ini. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia langsung pulang begitu saja tadi siang. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia memandangi kertas berisi nama-nama anak yang mendapat dispensasi itu tadi pagi. Ia ingat semua alasannya, jelas terpampang di dalam ingatannya.
Ia tersenyum. Aku terlalu pengecut, pikirnya. Aku terlalu mendramatisir. Lalu ia ketikkan kata-kata yang ia tunggu untuk dituliskan sejak berjam-jam yang lalu:
"Selamat Ulang Tahun."
Labels: ???, B-Day, curcol, Short Story, Story
+ posted on 20131115 at 21:43
Kacang itu bukanlah kacang bermerk yang dipajang di etalase-etalase toko kelontong, atau berdiri dengan stand cantik di mall. Sebungkus kacang itu hanya berselimut plastik bening sederhana yang dikaitkan dengan memanaskan ujungnya dengan lilin.Kau bisa menemukan kacang goreng semacam ini di warung-warung kecil di pinggir jalan atau di toko-toko kelontong tua yang sudah lama terlupakan.
Kacang ini seakan mengingatkan siapapun yang melihatnya dengan sebuah peribahasa, "Jangan melihat seseorang dari penampilannya.". Meskipun pengemasan kacang ini sangat sederhana, ketika kau mencobanya satu, kau akan terkejut dengan kenikmatan rasanya. Rasanya bukan enak, tetapi unik. Mampu membuatmu tergoda untuk mencobanya lagi dan lagi.
Seperti kamu.
Mungkin sedikit salah jika aku membandingkanmu dengan kacang pinggiran ini karena kamu lebih cocok disamakan dengan kacang-kacang yang berbungkus manis dengan gambar-gambar semarak di pembungkusnya.
Tetapi aku merasa kamu yang sebenarnya adalah kacang ini. Banyak anak memandangmu sebagai kacang yang mahal yang dijual di supermarket itu. Banyak anak memandangmu hanya karena kelebihan-kelebihanmu itu, dan banyak anak tertarik padamu hanya karena ciri fisikmu.
Harus kuakui, kamu itu memang menarik. Sangat. Kamu lebih menarik daripada adikmu yang berjarak hanya dua tahun denganmu itu. Suaramu lebih merdu, lebih indah. Kau lebih tinggi dari kebanyakan anak di sekolah. Kulitmu termasuk putih untuk ukuran anak laki-laki sebayamu. Wajahmu termasuk dalam kategori manis bagi sebagian besar anak perempuan di sekolah. Apalagi dengan ketenaran yang kamu bawa sejak sekolah menengah pertama itu, kamu seperti semakin bersinar di sekolah ini.
Namun kamu mempunyai kekurangan, seperti layaknya manusia pada umumnya. Kamu memiliki sedikit cacat kecil pada salah satu kacang-kacangmu. Tetapi kamu bukan susu sebelanga yang bisa dirusak hanya dengan nila setitik. Kekuranganmu ini seolah tidak berpengaruh banyak terhadap kepopularitasanmu di sekolah.
Banyak anak yang kukenal akan menyebut tentang kemerduan suaramu terlebih dahulu. Kemudian tinggi. Lalu wajah. Baru sifat.
Kamu itu cuek. Banget. Disaat adikmu tengah dekat dengan salah seorang temanku, kamu malah cuek bebek. Begitu banyak anak-anak perempuan yang akan tersipu malu jika kamu ajak bicara. Begitu banyak anak-anak perempuan yang diam-diam menyimpan fotomu dalam ponselnya. Namun harapan mereka semua runtuh karena sifatmu yang lumayan menyebalkan ini.
Tetapi aku berbeda.
Aku bukannya akan menyombongkan diri atau apa. Aku hanya merasa aku berbeda dengan yang lain. Aku mengakui bahwa aku tertarik padamu juga karena kelebihan suaramu itu. Mustahil untuk mengelak dari feromon yang tak sengaja tersebar itu. Namun aku rasa diriku lebih murni. Lebih sejati.
Aku mengenalmu pertama kali ketika kita berjabat tangan di depan mushala, ketika para senior mewajibkan kita semua untuk mengenal satu sama lain lebih dekat. Aku tahu ada kamu yang sedang berusaha mengenali satu-persatu wajah-wajah dari anak-anak perempuan yang duduk berjejer di tangga mushala. Lalu tibalah giliranku. Awalnya aku tidak terlalu peduli, namun karena keharusan dan kewajiban dari para senior untuk mengenali satu angkatan, akhirnya aku berkenalan juga.
Lalu rasanya waktu terhenti selama beberapa detik.
Canda tawa teman-temanku seolah teredam, kicauan burung mendadak menghilang, yang kudengar hanya suaramu yang mengenalkan dirimu sendiri.
"Hai, namaku..."
Kemudian semua kembali seperti sediakala. Ketika aku tersadar kamu sudah beralih ke teman lain di sebelahku. Aku sampai harus bertanya lagi siapa namamu pada anak lain karena aku tidak yakin dengan pendengaranku dan terlalu malu untuk bertanya lagi padamu.
Sejak itu aku mulai tertarik padamu. Sejak itu aku melihatmu sebagai sebungkus kacang sederhana itu, bukan dengan bungkus penuh warna melainkan plastik transparan yang sangat biasa itu.
Aku tidak mengindahkan perkataan banyak anak tentangmu yang terlalu cuek. Menurutku kamu itu baik. Kamu masih membela teman satu angkatanmu, kamu masih peduli untuk datang latihan tepat waktu, kamu masih peduli dengan ikut menawarkan membantu membawa banner meskipun kutolak dengan perasaan kecewa pada akhirnya. Kamu itu baik. Sayang tidak banyak yang melihat hal itu.
Tetapi aku melihatnya. Aku melihatnya dari sini, bersama dengan onggokan barang-barang tak berguna di kotak kardus di rak paling bawah ini. Takkan mungkin bagimu untuk bisa melihatku jika kamu tidak menarik kardus ini keluar dan menumpahkan semua isinya.
Namun aku akan selalu berada di sini. Selalu di sini dengan cintaku yang tulus, yang murni padamu. Aku selalu ada di tempat ini, menunggu saat-saat ketika ada yang tidak sengaja mengenaimu dan membuatmu terjatuh ke bawah. Aku akan ada di sini disaat plastik pembungkusmu sudah pudar warnanya.
Aku akan selalu ada di tempat ini, menerimamu kapan saja, dengan kamu yang apa adanya.
Kacang ini seakan mengingatkan siapapun yang melihatnya dengan sebuah peribahasa, "Jangan melihat seseorang dari penampilannya.". Meskipun pengemasan kacang ini sangat sederhana, ketika kau mencobanya satu, kau akan terkejut dengan kenikmatan rasanya. Rasanya bukan enak, tetapi unik. Mampu membuatmu tergoda untuk mencobanya lagi dan lagi.
Seperti kamu.
Mungkin sedikit salah jika aku membandingkanmu dengan kacang pinggiran ini karena kamu lebih cocok disamakan dengan kacang-kacang yang berbungkus manis dengan gambar-gambar semarak di pembungkusnya.
Tetapi aku merasa kamu yang sebenarnya adalah kacang ini. Banyak anak memandangmu sebagai kacang yang mahal yang dijual di supermarket itu. Banyak anak memandangmu hanya karena kelebihan-kelebihanmu itu, dan banyak anak tertarik padamu hanya karena ciri fisikmu.
Harus kuakui, kamu itu memang menarik. Sangat. Kamu lebih menarik daripada adikmu yang berjarak hanya dua tahun denganmu itu. Suaramu lebih merdu, lebih indah. Kau lebih tinggi dari kebanyakan anak di sekolah. Kulitmu termasuk putih untuk ukuran anak laki-laki sebayamu. Wajahmu termasuk dalam kategori manis bagi sebagian besar anak perempuan di sekolah. Apalagi dengan ketenaran yang kamu bawa sejak sekolah menengah pertama itu, kamu seperti semakin bersinar di sekolah ini.
Namun kamu mempunyai kekurangan, seperti layaknya manusia pada umumnya. Kamu memiliki sedikit cacat kecil pada salah satu kacang-kacangmu. Tetapi kamu bukan susu sebelanga yang bisa dirusak hanya dengan nila setitik. Kekuranganmu ini seolah tidak berpengaruh banyak terhadap kepopularitasanmu di sekolah.
Banyak anak yang kukenal akan menyebut tentang kemerduan suaramu terlebih dahulu. Kemudian tinggi. Lalu wajah. Baru sifat.
Kamu itu cuek. Banget. Disaat adikmu tengah dekat dengan salah seorang temanku, kamu malah cuek bebek. Begitu banyak anak-anak perempuan yang akan tersipu malu jika kamu ajak bicara. Begitu banyak anak-anak perempuan yang diam-diam menyimpan fotomu dalam ponselnya. Namun harapan mereka semua runtuh karena sifatmu yang lumayan menyebalkan ini.
Tetapi aku berbeda.
Aku bukannya akan menyombongkan diri atau apa. Aku hanya merasa aku berbeda dengan yang lain. Aku mengakui bahwa aku tertarik padamu juga karena kelebihan suaramu itu. Mustahil untuk mengelak dari feromon yang tak sengaja tersebar itu. Namun aku rasa diriku lebih murni. Lebih sejati.
Aku mengenalmu pertama kali ketika kita berjabat tangan di depan mushala, ketika para senior mewajibkan kita semua untuk mengenal satu sama lain lebih dekat. Aku tahu ada kamu yang sedang berusaha mengenali satu-persatu wajah-wajah dari anak-anak perempuan yang duduk berjejer di tangga mushala. Lalu tibalah giliranku. Awalnya aku tidak terlalu peduli, namun karena keharusan dan kewajiban dari para senior untuk mengenali satu angkatan, akhirnya aku berkenalan juga.
Lalu rasanya waktu terhenti selama beberapa detik.
Canda tawa teman-temanku seolah teredam, kicauan burung mendadak menghilang, yang kudengar hanya suaramu yang mengenalkan dirimu sendiri.
"Hai, namaku..."
Kemudian semua kembali seperti sediakala. Ketika aku tersadar kamu sudah beralih ke teman lain di sebelahku. Aku sampai harus bertanya lagi siapa namamu pada anak lain karena aku tidak yakin dengan pendengaranku dan terlalu malu untuk bertanya lagi padamu.
Sejak itu aku mulai tertarik padamu. Sejak itu aku melihatmu sebagai sebungkus kacang sederhana itu, bukan dengan bungkus penuh warna melainkan plastik transparan yang sangat biasa itu.
Aku tidak mengindahkan perkataan banyak anak tentangmu yang terlalu cuek. Menurutku kamu itu baik. Kamu masih membela teman satu angkatanmu, kamu masih peduli untuk datang latihan tepat waktu, kamu masih peduli dengan ikut menawarkan membantu membawa banner meskipun kutolak dengan perasaan kecewa pada akhirnya. Kamu itu baik. Sayang tidak banyak yang melihat hal itu.
Tetapi aku melihatnya. Aku melihatnya dari sini, bersama dengan onggokan barang-barang tak berguna di kotak kardus di rak paling bawah ini. Takkan mungkin bagimu untuk bisa melihatku jika kamu tidak menarik kardus ini keluar dan menumpahkan semua isinya.
Namun aku akan selalu berada di sini. Selalu di sini dengan cintaku yang tulus, yang murni padamu. Aku selalu ada di tempat ini, menunggu saat-saat ketika ada yang tidak sengaja mengenaimu dan membuatmu terjatuh ke bawah. Aku akan ada di sini disaat plastik pembungkusmu sudah pudar warnanya.
Aku akan selalu ada di tempat ini, menerimamu kapan saja, dengan kamu yang apa adanya.
Labels: ???, Short Story, Whatever
+ posted on 20131114 at 18:23
Hujan.
Kenapa sebuah cerita akan lebih dramatis jika ditambahkan dengan hujan? Aku heran, di cerita-cerita yang pernah kubaca, jika ada suatu adegan dramatis akan dilatarbelakangi dengan hujan yang turun.
Seperti saat ini.
Hujannya tidak mau berhenti, malah semakin lama semakin deras. Aku melihat ke atas, butiran-butiran air yang menetes membasahi wajahku, rambutku, tubuhku, dan apapun yang ditemuinya di muka bumi ini.
Termasuk kau.
Aku melihatnya. Aku melihat bagaimana luwesnya butiran air yang jernih itu jatuh di atas rambutmu, meluncur dengan ringan di atas permukaannya yang lembut. Aku melihat bagaimana cara partikel-partikel transparan itu melayang saat kau menggerakkan rambutmu yang basah. Aku melihat bagaimana ekspresi wajahmu yang menyambut hujan dengan senang. Aku melihat semuanya, bahkan cahaya-cahaya kecil yang berbinar di sekelilingmu itu bisa kusadari.
Tapi kau tidak menyadarinya. Berkali-kali aku melayangkan pandangan ke arah barat, berkali-kali aku diacuhkan. Bukan diacuhkan, tetapi kau tidak tahu. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku ditertawakan oleh teman-temanku ketika aku gagal berbicara dengan lancar ketika kau iseng masuk ke kelasku. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku menunggumu lewat di depan kelas saat bel masuk berbunyi. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku ikut sedih ketika kau dibentak-bentak kakak kelas, bukan sebagai korsa, tetapi sebagai arti lain. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana...-
Sudahlah. Apa yang sudah terjadi biarkan saja terjadi. Jalan kedepan masih panjang. Kita harus selalu optimis, iya 'kan?
Huh, optimis.
"Sudahlah, kau tidak salah mengharapkannya?"
"Hebat sekali jika ada yang bisa meruntuhkan hatinya,"
"Cuek. Nggak pernah peduli sama cewek. Masih mau dilanjutin?"
Dan masih banyak lagi komentar yang kudengar.
Aku optimis. Ya, aku optimis. Kenapa? Karena aku percaya setiap orang pasti punya hati. Secuek apapun seseorang pasti punya hati, iya 'kan? Jika kau tidak punya hati, kenapa kau tidak diam saja ketika kami kesusahan saat itu? Kenapa kau membantuku menggunting semua kertas-kertas itu?
Optimis.
Optimis adalah senjata terakhir.. . . .
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Kenapa sebuah cerita akan lebih dramatis jika ditambahkan dengan hujan? Aku heran, di cerita-cerita yang pernah kubaca, jika ada suatu adegan dramatis akan dilatarbelakangi dengan hujan yang turun.
Seperti saat ini.
Hujannya tidak mau berhenti, malah semakin lama semakin deras. Aku melihat ke atas, butiran-butiran air yang menetes membasahi wajahku, rambutku, tubuhku, dan apapun yang ditemuinya di muka bumi ini.
Termasuk kau.
Aku melihatnya. Aku melihat bagaimana luwesnya butiran air yang jernih itu jatuh di atas rambutmu, meluncur dengan ringan di atas permukaannya yang lembut. Aku melihat bagaimana cara partikel-partikel transparan itu melayang saat kau menggerakkan rambutmu yang basah. Aku melihat bagaimana ekspresi wajahmu yang menyambut hujan dengan senang. Aku melihat semuanya, bahkan cahaya-cahaya kecil yang berbinar di sekelilingmu itu bisa kusadari.
Tapi kau tidak menyadarinya. Berkali-kali aku melayangkan pandangan ke arah barat, berkali-kali aku diacuhkan. Bukan diacuhkan, tetapi kau tidak tahu. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku ditertawakan oleh teman-temanku ketika aku gagal berbicara dengan lancar ketika kau iseng masuk ke kelasku. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku menunggumu lewat di depan kelas saat bel masuk berbunyi. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana aku ikut sedih ketika kau dibentak-bentak kakak kelas, bukan sebagai korsa, tetapi sebagai arti lain. Kau tidak tahu bagaimana...-
Sudahlah. Apa yang sudah terjadi biarkan saja terjadi. Jalan kedepan masih panjang. Kita harus selalu optimis, iya 'kan?
Huh, optimis.
"Sudahlah, kau tidak salah mengharapkannya?"
"Hebat sekali jika ada yang bisa meruntuhkan hatinya,"
"Cuek. Nggak pernah peduli sama cewek. Masih mau dilanjutin?"
Dan masih banyak lagi komentar yang kudengar.
Aku optimis. Ya, aku optimis. Kenapa? Karena aku percaya setiap orang pasti punya hati. Secuek apapun seseorang pasti punya hati, iya 'kan? Jika kau tidak punya hati, kenapa kau tidak diam saja ketika kami kesusahan saat itu? Kenapa kau membantuku menggunting semua kertas-kertas itu?
Optimis.
Optimis adalah senjata terakhir.. . . .
Read more »
+ posted on 20131102 at 21:48
Every human in the world are not perfect.
Every human in the world might do the same mistake twice.
That's why,
I realize that I am not strong enough.
I am not fast enough.
I am not clever enough.
I am not that smart for this war.
I am afraid.
I am scared.
My soul is full of fear.
I am not shining enough to get all those attention.
I feel so small in this spacious room.
This room is too large,
At least too large for me to approach you.
It is like I'm on this side
and you're on that side.
It is true that you and me are on the different spot.
It is like we are separated by a huge and thick wall.
Even me touching your outer wall is almost impossible.
We are on the different scene.
You will be the main player,
and I will be unknown.
Maybe I will be one of those NPC.
I may be everywhere,
Near the class,
Near the field,
Or maybe you will find me running beside you.
But you will not notice me as a single human,
who has a name and personality.
Once again,
This room is too large.
At least too large for me to approach you.
Don't get it wrong, guys.
This may be contain a little bit of my real feeling,
but this is a main concept for my up coming Shounen-Ai short story....
Every human in the world might do the same mistake twice.
That's why,
I realize that I am not strong enough.
I am not fast enough.
I am not clever enough.
I am not that smart for this war.
I am afraid.
I am scared.
My soul is full of fear.
I am not shining enough to get all those attention.
I feel so small in this spacious room.
This room is too large,
At least too large for me to approach you.
It is like I'm on this side
and you're on that side.
It is true that you and me are on the different spot.
It is like we are separated by a huge and thick wall.
Even me touching your outer wall is almost impossible.
We are on the different scene.
You will be the main player,
and I will be unknown.
Maybe I will be one of those NPC.
I may be everywhere,
Near the class,
Near the field,
Or maybe you will find me running beside you.
But you will not notice me as a single human,
who has a name and personality.
Once again,
This room is too large.
At least too large for me to approach you.
Don't get it wrong, guys.
This may be contain a little bit of my real feeling,
but this is a main concept for my up coming Shounen-Ai short story....
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+ posted on 20131016 at 21:03
Makanya kayak pernah lihat tu orang =_= Makanya kok itu muka familiar =_= Kenapa kok jadi tinggi banget kamu om :'
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+ posted on 20130910 at 19:35
Yes, this post is a reply for your note, even-though you didn't expect me to reply it for you. And please bear with my bad English ._.
So, well, I was eating my dinner when I remember you said you post a new note on Facebook. Then I just turned on my laptop and connected to internet with my blessed modem (Really, God bless you, my iClick). Logged in to Facebook wasn't that difficult with my blessed modem. FYI, I could download an HD Shingeki no Kyojin only in 20 minutes > < Even my wi-fi on my old home weren't that sugoii > <
Bah, we're not talking about modem here.
So... First I will review-ing your note ^^
You said that you "never had any luck with my science mark". Hello, wake up nee-san. Your science-related-lesson score is always higher than mine. You said that isn't a luck? What if you compare your science-related-lesson score on every final semester with mine? The only one subject that I brave enough to compete with you is English ._.
Then you call yourself a "hikikomori, silent student, a socializing-disorder-student" and you blame Him for your 'bad luck'.
Well, I'm not going to argue about those nicknames, because sometimes I hardly know what my friend is saying. I'm also bad at socializing. I'm troubled with it too.
But "God doesn't want to let me go all like that" is true. That's why He gives you that position. He truly care about you so He wants you to change a bit of your bad attitude. He wants you to see this 'bad luck' as a way to improve your socializing trouble.
I know it's hard to do but, first, at least make yourself comfort with your class. Make your class is as nice as possible to your eyes. Accept it. You choose it, so why are you not happy with it? Yes, yes, because there's no language-class and you never had any luck with your science mark. But, hey, are you going to through all the years with this thought? If it's like that, you torture yourself, you know. I still care about you, I don't want you to end up with unhappy and horrible high-school years.
Yes, I do believe this is just the first stage of adapting ^^ You will get better, soon. My teacher said "Your achievement is just the same with your action." First of all you need to think positively ^^ Don't just blame your classmate. You yourself make it like that. So if you want to change your condition, change your attitude too ^^ And use this leader-thing as a start ^^
Well, it's not like I'm great enough to say all these -_-"
But I just want to give you some... some advice... (Are these really helping? -_- I don't think so)
S-since I... I...
Bah ._.
So just be self-confident and trust yourself.
So, well, I was eating my dinner when I remember you said you post a new note on Facebook. Then I just turned on my laptop and connected to internet with my blessed modem (Really, God bless you, my iClick). Logged in to Facebook wasn't that difficult with my blessed modem. FYI, I could download an HD Shingeki no Kyojin only in 20 minutes > < Even my wi-fi on my old home weren't that sugoii > <
Bah, we're not talking about modem here.
So... First I will review-ing your note ^^
You said that you "never had any luck with my science mark". Hello, wake up nee-san. Your science-related-lesson score is always higher than mine. You said that isn't a luck? What if you compare your science-related-lesson score on every final semester with mine? The only one subject that I brave enough to compete with you is English ._.
Then you call yourself a "hikikomori, silent student, a socializing-disorder-student" and you blame Him for your 'bad luck'.
Well, I'm not going to argue about those nicknames, because sometimes I hardly know what my friend is saying. I'm also bad at socializing. I'm troubled with it too.
But "God doesn't want to let me go all like that" is true. That's why He gives you that position. He truly care about you so He wants you to change a bit of your bad attitude. He wants you to see this 'bad luck' as a way to improve your socializing trouble.
I know it's hard to do but, first, at least make yourself comfort with your class. Make your class is as nice as possible to your eyes. Accept it. You choose it, so why are you not happy with it? Yes, yes, because there's no language-class and you never had any luck with your science mark. But, hey, are you going to through all the years with this thought? If it's like that, you torture yourself, you know. I still care about you, I don't want you to end up with unhappy and horrible high-school years.
Yes, I do believe this is just the first stage of adapting ^^ You will get better, soon. My teacher said "Your achievement is just the same with your action." First of all you need to think positively ^^ Don't just blame your classmate. You yourself make it like that. So if you want to change your condition, change your attitude too ^^ And use this leader-thing as a start ^^
Well, it's not like I'm great enough to say all these -_-"
But I just want to give you some... some advice... (Are these really helping? -_- I don't think so)
S-since I... I...
Bah ._.
So just be self-confident and trust yourself.
+ posted on 20130831 at 21:02
'Yuuhi wo miteiru ka?'
Enggak. Karena aku nulis ini sudah malam dan kalaupun masih sore aku lagi ada di kamar jadi nggak kelihatan mataharinya.
Apa ya, kok jadi gini sih. Ayo ulangi.
Fu~wah. Setelah berhari-hari tanpa internet di rumah budhe, jadinya kalau ketemu internet bisa gini deh. Kesempatan banget, buka soc-med yang bertebaran nggak keurus. Message di Whatsapp saja sampai 400-an. Kawaii banget. Untung ada 77 episode Sket Dance yang belum kulihat. Jadinya ya marathon itu deh. Lihat nih, tulisan jadi kayak omongannya Switch sekarang.
Anyway, malam-malam begini enaknya tidur di balik selimut, ya nggak sih =,= Aku malah nongkrong di depan laptop sambil curcol nggak jelas begini.
Ayo bahas title!
Kenapa title-nya Yuuhi wo Miteiru ka? Karena itu adalah single JKT48 yang terbaru!
*lemparin sendal*
Iya lho, beneran. Padahal di AKB48 sudah...sudah..... *buka Google* rilis tahun 2007, jadi single ke-8. Yaampun, masih ada Acchan di sana.... :'
Di JKT48 baru jadi single kedua ^^ Yuuhi wo Miteiru ka ini dibawakan oleh senbatsu tim J dan KIII~ Seeprtinya oshi saya (re: Ghaida) nggak ada ya? Di River sudah nggak ada lho, masa di sini juga nggak ada? Yah, Ghaida sering sakit sih akhir-ahir ini :'
Nahlo malah cerita JKT48 -.-
Ya, memang sih, post kali ini sedikit berhubungan, akibat habis nonton rekaman ulang Konser 'Perkenalkan Nama Kami JKT48' di Tra*s7 sih u,u Meskipun acara itu nggak full, lumayan lah buat yang nggak bisa nonton langsung.
Dan juga karena habis nonton Sket Dance, dan karena tanggal 9 besok pengumuman masuk SMA ^^~
Jadiii,
Nanti kedepan mau jadi apa?
Ini pertanyaan kalau ditanyakan ke aku sekarang jawabannya galau. Kalau tanya duluuuuu, pas aku masih SD pasti jawabannya guru. Soalnya enak sih, bikin soal doang ga usah susah susah jawab. Tapi sekarang berhubung bikin soal lebih susah daripada ngejawab, keinginan itu nggak jadi deh.
Terus, sempat ada juga keinginan jadi Pskiater/Psikolog. Kenapa? Kok rasanya kerjaan itu nggak mainstream aja. Unyu lagi :3 << Alasan yang nggak patut ditiru.
Teruuuus, sempat ada juga keinginan buat debut :3 Debut di salah satu agensi ternama Korea gara-gara pingin ikutan reality show-nya aja :D Yah, keinginan ini masih ada sih, sampai sekarang.
Ada lagi pingin jadi pengarang. Ini mah, kerjaan terakhir kalau aku benar-benar nggak ada kerjaan tetap...
Ada lagi... pingin jadi dokter....
Nggak lah! Apaan nih?! Mainstream banget! =A=
Oh ya, sempat ada pikiran buat jadi member 48 Family juga :D Ya sama aja sih, pingin debut, tapi di Japan ini, bukan Korea :D Apalagi akhir-akhir ini aku sering lihat berita JKT48 di TV dan Koran~ Team J benar-benar sukses yaaaa~ Semangat~
....
Minna, lebih baik di Japan atau Korea? :o
*plak*
Wah wah, apa ini~ Unyuu sekali yaa~
Alasan kenapa aku nulis ini adalah: Emang gue bisa ngewujudkan satu dari sekian banyak mimpi gak jelas gue itu? *Raditya Dika style*
Masalahnya itu tuh, pesimis! Sudah pesimis duluan gara-gara tinggal di kota kecil macam Jember ini. Aki-P nggak bakalan neglirik kesini, ya kan, ya kan, tur JKT48 aja nggak sampai ke sini, tuh kan, tuh kan.
Oh well, masa sudah jadi takdir gue tinggal membusuk di Jember selamanya??? *Raditya Dika sytle*
Nah pas gue lagi galau mikirin itu, nggak sengaja JKT48 perform River di tipi. Liriknya sangat menggugah sekali bok. Mau gw copasin dari gugel? Yuk mariii~
JKT48 - RIVER
Majulah ke depan! (Got it!)
Janganlah berhenti! (Got it!)
Tujuan tempat matahari terbit
Ayo langkah di jalan harapan
Penghalang adalah River! River! River!
Dan yang membentang River!
Takdirnya River! River! River!
Akan diuji River!
Buanglah keraguanmu!
Tunjukkan nyalimu!
Jangan ragu!
S'karang juga
Satu langkah maju!
Believe yourself!
Ayo maju!
Majulah ke depan!
Sebrangi sungai!! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Mimpi itu selalu
Terlihatnya jauh
Dan jaraknya terasa tidak tercapai
Batu di bawah kaki
Ayo, ambilah satu
Jadilah nekad dan coba lemparkan!
Tepat di depan matamu
Ada sungai mengalir
Luas, sebuah sungai yang besar
Walaupun gelap dan dalam
Walaupun arusnya deras
Tidak perlu ketakutan
Walaupun kau terpisah
Ya, tepian pasti ada
Lebih percayalah pada dirimu
Get over it!
River!
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Jangan alasan untuk diri sendiri!
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Jika tak dicoba tak akan tahu
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Tiada jalan selain maju! (maju!)
S'lalu (s'lalu)
Teruslah melangkah di jalan yang kau pilih!
Di dalam hatimu juga
Ada sungai mengalir
Sungai keringat dan air mata
Walaupun kau pernah gagal
Walaupun kau terbawa arus (terus terus)
Tak apa terulang lagi
Dan janganlah mengeluh
Genggam selalu impianmu
Sampai suatu saat mimpimu terkabul
Ayo sebrangilah!
You can do it!
*nge-vvota*
*RIVEeeeR!!!*
Eh loh, sudah nih?
Nah! Mimpi itu selalu terlihatnya jauh, dan jaraknya terasa tidak tercapai (note: bagiannya Kinal nih). Bener banget kak Kinal :' Masalahnya kakak udah jadi captain team J :' Lah sini gimana kak :'
Masalahnya enak situ tinggal nyanyi dan latian koreo (note: River itu koreo susah pertama kali buat JKT48 loh, sementara di AKB48 masih banyak koreo aneh-aneh lainnya yang lebih susah. First Rabbit misalnya) nah sini yaapa? =,=
Apa ya, aku sendiri udah ngerti kalau kita butuh usaha buat keluar dari sungai yang lagi kita sebrangi ini *ceileh bahasanya* Tapi aku sendiri kurang motivasi. Apa akunya aja yang ngebayangin kejauhan ya? Tapi katanya gantungkan impian setinggi langiiiiit? Boleh dong, mimpi jadi member 48Family atau tinggal di Japan gitu? Boleh dong? Ya nggak, ya nggak?
Jadi sebenarnya maksud dari note ini apa sih?????!!
Ya apa yaaa, masalahnya nggak ada yang bisa diajak bicara ginian sih. Kalo curcol ke Kaasan atau Toosan pasti kalo nyerempet-nyerempet ke 48 Family bakalan ketawa ketiwi nggak jelas gitu (Yah, you all know what I mean, right?).
Maksud note ini adalah...
Sarana curcol saya huahahaha. Maap kalo nggak jelas isinya. Sudah capek-capek baca, malah disuguhin lirik hahahahaha.
Oh iya, dan kenapa titlenya ini?
Yuuhi wo miteiru ka itu keseluruhan lagunya itu menceritakan tentang gimana kita harus lebih memaklumi diri sendiri. Jadi ya, kalau kita salah hari ini, besok masih bisa dibenerin, gitu... (fotokopi omongannya Shanju) Jadi ya... Lagu ini.... Aku bosen dengerin versi Jepangnya sebenernya... =,= (OOT!!)
Jadi ya.... Sudahlah.
Abaikan post tidak berujung ini....
Dan tetap ikuti Shingeki no Kyojin!! Ayo kita support Eren dalam mencapai misinya!! Go Eren! Go Eren!! ErenxRivaille!!! *eh*
Sudahlah. Terima kasih karena mau membaca ^^
Ja, Oyasumi~
Enggak. Karena aku nulis ini sudah malam dan kalaupun masih sore aku lagi ada di kamar jadi nggak kelihatan mataharinya.
Apa ya, kok jadi gini sih. Ayo ulangi.
Fu~wah. Setelah berhari-hari tanpa internet di rumah budhe, jadinya kalau ketemu internet bisa gini deh. Kesempatan banget, buka soc-med yang bertebaran nggak keurus. Message di Whatsapp saja sampai 400-an. Kawaii banget. Untung ada 77 episode Sket Dance yang belum kulihat. Jadinya ya marathon itu deh. Lihat nih, tulisan jadi kayak omongannya Switch sekarang.
Anyway, malam-malam begini enaknya tidur di balik selimut, ya nggak sih =,= Aku malah nongkrong di depan laptop sambil curcol nggak jelas begini.
Ayo bahas title!
Kenapa title-nya Yuuhi wo Miteiru ka? Karena itu adalah single JKT48 yang terbaru!
*lemparin sendal*
Iya lho, beneran. Padahal di AKB48 sudah...sudah..... *buka Google* rilis tahun 2007, jadi single ke-8. Yaampun, masih ada Acchan di sana.... :'
Di JKT48 baru jadi single kedua ^^ Yuuhi wo Miteiru ka ini dibawakan oleh senbatsu tim J dan KIII~ Seeprtinya oshi saya (re: Ghaida) nggak ada ya? Di River sudah nggak ada lho, masa di sini juga nggak ada? Yah, Ghaida sering sakit sih akhir-ahir ini :'
Nahlo malah cerita JKT48 -.-
Ya, memang sih, post kali ini sedikit berhubungan, akibat habis nonton rekaman ulang Konser 'Perkenalkan Nama Kami JKT48' di Tra*s7 sih u,u Meskipun acara itu nggak full, lumayan lah buat yang nggak bisa nonton langsung.
Dan juga karena habis nonton Sket Dance, dan karena tanggal 9 besok pengumuman masuk SMA ^^~
Jadiii,
Nanti kedepan mau jadi apa?
Ini pertanyaan kalau ditanyakan ke aku sekarang jawabannya galau. Kalau tanya duluuuuu, pas aku masih SD pasti jawabannya guru. Soalnya enak sih, bikin soal doang ga usah susah susah jawab. Tapi sekarang berhubung bikin soal lebih susah daripada ngejawab, keinginan itu nggak jadi deh.
Terus, sempat ada juga keinginan jadi Pskiater/Psikolog. Kenapa? Kok rasanya kerjaan itu nggak mainstream aja. Unyu lagi :3 << Alasan yang nggak patut ditiru.
Teruuuus, sempat ada juga keinginan buat debut :3 Debut di salah satu agensi ternama Korea gara-gara pingin ikutan reality show-nya aja :D Yah, keinginan ini masih ada sih, sampai sekarang.
Ada lagi pingin jadi pengarang. Ini mah, kerjaan terakhir kalau aku benar-benar nggak ada kerjaan tetap...
Ada lagi... pingin jadi dokter....
Nggak lah! Apaan nih?! Mainstream banget! =A=
Oh ya, sempat ada pikiran buat jadi member 48 Family juga :D Ya sama aja sih, pingin debut, tapi di Japan ini, bukan Korea :D Apalagi akhir-akhir ini aku sering lihat berita JKT48 di TV dan Koran~ Team J benar-benar sukses yaaaa~ Semangat~
....
Minna, lebih baik di Japan atau Korea? :o
*plak*
Wah wah, apa ini~ Unyuu sekali yaa~
Alasan kenapa aku nulis ini adalah: Emang gue bisa ngewujudkan satu dari sekian banyak mimpi gak jelas gue itu? *Raditya Dika style*
Masalahnya itu tuh, pesimis! Sudah pesimis duluan gara-gara tinggal di kota kecil macam Jember ini. Aki-P nggak bakalan neglirik kesini, ya kan, ya kan, tur JKT48 aja nggak sampai ke sini, tuh kan, tuh kan.
Oh well, masa sudah jadi takdir gue tinggal membusuk di Jember selamanya??? *Raditya Dika sytle*
Nah pas gue lagi galau mikirin itu, nggak sengaja JKT48 perform River di tipi. Liriknya sangat menggugah sekali bok. Mau gw copasin dari gugel? Yuk mariii~
JKT48 - RIVER
Majulah ke depan! (Got it!)
Janganlah berhenti! (Got it!)
Tujuan tempat matahari terbit
Ayo langkah di jalan harapan
Penghalang adalah River! River! River!
Dan yang membentang River!
Takdirnya River! River! River!
Akan diuji River!
Buanglah keraguanmu!
Tunjukkan nyalimu!
Jangan ragu!
S'karang juga
Satu langkah maju!
Believe yourself!
Ayo maju!
Majulah ke depan!
Sebrangi sungai!! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Mimpi itu selalu
Terlihatnya jauh
Dan jaraknya terasa tidak tercapai
Batu di bawah kaki
Ayo, ambilah satu
Jadilah nekad dan coba lemparkan!
Tepat di depan matamu
Ada sungai mengalir
Luas, sebuah sungai yang besar
Walaupun gelap dan dalam
Walaupun arusnya deras
Tidak perlu ketakutan
Walaupun kau terpisah
Ya, tepian pasti ada
Lebih percayalah pada dirimu
Get over it!
River!
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Jangan alasan untuk diri sendiri!
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Jika tak dicoba tak akan tahu
Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah
Tiada jalan selain maju! (maju!)
S'lalu (s'lalu)
Teruslah melangkah di jalan yang kau pilih!
Di dalam hatimu juga
Ada sungai mengalir
Sungai keringat dan air mata
Walaupun kau pernah gagal
Walaupun kau terbawa arus (terus terus)
Tak apa terulang lagi
Dan janganlah mengeluh
Genggam selalu impianmu
Sampai suatu saat mimpimu terkabul
Ayo sebrangilah!
You can do it!
*nge-vvota*
*RIVEeeeR!!!*
Eh loh, sudah nih?
Nah! Mimpi itu selalu terlihatnya jauh, dan jaraknya terasa tidak tercapai (note: bagiannya Kinal nih). Bener banget kak Kinal :' Masalahnya kakak udah jadi captain team J :' Lah sini gimana kak :'
Masalahnya enak situ tinggal nyanyi dan latian koreo (note: River itu koreo susah pertama kali buat JKT48 loh, sementara di AKB48 masih banyak koreo aneh-aneh lainnya yang lebih susah. First Rabbit misalnya) nah sini yaapa? =,=
Apa ya, aku sendiri udah ngerti kalau kita butuh usaha buat keluar dari sungai yang lagi kita sebrangi ini *ceileh bahasanya* Tapi aku sendiri kurang motivasi. Apa akunya aja yang ngebayangin kejauhan ya? Tapi katanya gantungkan impian setinggi langiiiiit? Boleh dong, mimpi jadi member 48Family atau tinggal di Japan gitu? Boleh dong? Ya nggak, ya nggak?
Jadi sebenarnya maksud dari note ini apa sih?????!!
Ya apa yaaa, masalahnya nggak ada yang bisa diajak bicara ginian sih. Kalo curcol ke Kaasan atau Toosan pasti kalo nyerempet-nyerempet ke 48 Family bakalan ketawa ketiwi nggak jelas gitu (Yah, you all know what I mean, right?).
Maksud note ini adalah...
Sarana curcol saya huahahaha. Maap kalo nggak jelas isinya. Sudah capek-capek baca, malah disuguhin lirik hahahahaha.
Oh iya, dan kenapa titlenya ini?
Yuuhi wo miteiru ka itu keseluruhan lagunya itu menceritakan tentang gimana kita harus lebih memaklumi diri sendiri. Jadi ya, kalau kita salah hari ini, besok masih bisa dibenerin, gitu... (fotokopi omongannya Shanju) Jadi ya... Lagu ini.... Aku bosen dengerin versi Jepangnya sebenernya... =,= (OOT!!)
Jadi ya.... Sudahlah.
Abaikan post tidak berujung ini....
Dan tetap ikuti Shingeki no Kyojin!! Ayo kita support Eren dalam mencapai misinya!! Go Eren! Go Eren!! ErenxRivaille!!! *eh*
Sudahlah. Terima kasih karena mau membaca ^^
Ja, Oyasumi~
Labels: ???, Acchan, AKB48, curcol, Galau, Graduation, japan, Japan Night, JKT48, Korea, Korean, Lyrics, Night
+ posted on 20130707 at 23:33
