Showing posts with label sepatu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sepatu. Show all posts
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
biar aku tetap madu
Biar aku tetap madu aku izinkan kamu jadi sengat
Kamu adalah cinta tak terbalaskan
Biar aku jadi titik api kubakar kamu dalam laun pantikan
Kamu adalah papan punggung dan pelampiasan
Biar aku tetap candu kusuntik kamu selinting dadah
Kamu adalah kulit sintetis dan karet kebesaran
Biar aku jadi cantik aku letakkan.
Kamu adalah sepuluh gerbong kereta coklat dan dua puluh empat juta mimpi kemudian.
14-2-2014
Kamu adalah cinta tak terbalaskan
Biar aku jadi titik api kubakar kamu dalam laun pantikan
Kamu adalah papan punggung dan pelampiasan
Biar aku tetap candu kusuntik kamu selinting dadah
Kamu adalah kulit sintetis dan karet kebesaran
Biar aku jadi cantik aku letakkan.
Kamu adalah sepuluh gerbong kereta coklat dan dua puluh empat juta mimpi kemudian.
14-2-2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Human Being Human
"You will always need a motive for the story to continue. Your characters have to want something. Want is what makes you human." -My Film Theory Professor-
"Control is what distinguishes the soul from the flesh." -My High School Religion Teacher-
What are you? :)
"Control is what distinguishes the soul from the flesh." -My High School Religion Teacher-
What are you? :)
Monday, January 20, 2014
Mutiara
Tiap ruas jasadmu adalah butir-butir mutiara
Dan tiap gerik adalah pujian tanpa kata
Aku tertunduk malu menyesali diriku sendiri
Bakar janus, bakar wajah di belakang kepalaku
Agar tidak ada yang tersisa dariku kecuali diri yang pantas
Aku tidak ingin menjadikanmu alasanku.
21-12-2012
donna nadira
Dan tiap gerik adalah pujian tanpa kata
Aku tertunduk malu menyesali diriku sendiri
Bakar janus, bakar wajah di belakang kepalaku
Agar tidak ada yang tersisa dariku kecuali diri yang pantas
Aku tidak ingin menjadikanmu alasanku.
21-12-2012
donna nadira
Kepada Jiwa Kasih
Keluar kamu! Keluar kamu dari selongsong badanmu!
Agar aku tahu bahwa detak jantungku yang berlari ini tidak singkat atau semu.
Keluar! Keluar kamu dari matamu!
Agar aku bisa tenang karena hanya udara yang menatapku.
Diam kamu! Sobek dengan baik laringmu jadi berutas-utas daging
Agar aku bisa menikmati kesunyian yang sebenar-benarnya dengan damai
Keluar kamu dari badanmu! Pergi!
Agar aku tidak harus takut pada syaraf-syaraf di badanku
19-12-2012
Agar aku tahu bahwa detak jantungku yang berlari ini tidak singkat atau semu.
Keluar! Keluar kamu dari matamu!
Agar aku bisa tenang karena hanya udara yang menatapku.
Diam kamu! Sobek dengan baik laringmu jadi berutas-utas daging
Agar aku bisa menikmati kesunyian yang sebenar-benarnya dengan damai
Keluar kamu dari badanmu! Pergi!
Agar aku tidak harus takut pada syaraf-syaraf di badanku
19-12-2012
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Checkpoints in Life
I wish peace to you all. Assalamu'alaikum.
...takes a bit of courage to write that.
Right. So.
I originally wanted to write this exactly last week, when I had just graduated, as some kind of graduation celebratory post. I'm losing my writing skills in both languages, really. Ugh.
So, on May 30th 2013 we are now pronounced as graduates of 28 High. Phew. That can sound really big to people who often hear of our school, but to us, it's just... a part of growing up. Before I start to get feely all over again, should I just make this as a diary post like I originally intended to?
Right.
So the fuss started at 5.00 when we arrived at a salon nearby for makeup. I can't do makeups, like really. The person taking care of me is a T/Q, but she was really kind. I went to the building located at Tebet with my mom from there at 5.50 AM. I learned the previous day on the rehearsal that the graduates were going to have some kind of grand entrance parade. Apparently, our entrance parade leader was the top-notch local heartthrob of the era. Girls started whispering around and combusting frantically. Some really chronic stirring and spewing happened among some really chronic fangirls, but then, nothing else happened.
The entrance parade, especially the standing order, was really complicated but then I realized that it was for the sake of entering the hall and taking seats neatly. (we were given seat orders and standing orders according to that). It all went well, with graceful walks on the red carpet and whatnot.
My class entered the last (thanks to the major-based listing). We wore purple dresses and ties.
We sang the national anthem, and the school anthem, and stuff. There were dancing performances by the sophomores, and then, the graduation ceremony. People walked up the stage to get their graduation medals and a picture, called up by alphabetical order and being applauded for the schools they've managed to get into through the Progress Card Process. Only a 'meager' 1/3 passed the selection and I really wonder why people are still thickfaced enough to take the selection even though they don't rank well in class. Don't get offended though I'm just saying, I'm a lazy moron too you know.
This lazy moron was one of the last--the ninth number in class--to come up the stage. They called my name and mentioned the school where I'm admitted. People were already tired of applauding for 200 students, but then, they applauded for me. It's not that I was being applauded, it's that I have a lot of responsibilities for that big name. My faith, my mother, my mother's money, my people, my pride. My dreams that I highly fear.
The booming sophomore idol, our Vice Principal's tabby daughter, came popping out of nowhere like a mutated daisy. I've always been a fan of her, although I do admit that her voice is an 'acquired taste'--not your ordinary vocal-school-favored voice.
The other surprise was my long-time idol, Tompi and The Doctor (I am sorry I always forgot your name, Maam, but I just love you sfm, really.). They scat and I scatter, okay. They're gorgeous.
Show over. I walked around to get as many pictures with my friends as possible. It's weird how people you always think were bitter to you, actually like you. Or maybe just for the day, or maybe just for the name, we will never know.
To C if you happen to read this post, I'm sorry I can't hold it down when I know I'm supposed to.
Over and out. MGBU.
...takes a bit of courage to write that.
Right. So.
I originally wanted to write this exactly last week, when I had just graduated, as some kind of graduation celebratory post. I'm losing my writing skills in both languages, really. Ugh.
So, on May 30th 2013 we are now pronounced as graduates of 28 High. Phew. That can sound really big to people who often hear of our school, but to us, it's just... a part of growing up. Before I start to get feely all over again, should I just make this as a diary post like I originally intended to?
Right.
So the fuss started at 5.00 when we arrived at a salon nearby for makeup. I can't do makeups, like really. The person taking care of me is a T/Q, but she was really kind. I went to the building located at Tebet with my mom from there at 5.50 AM. I learned the previous day on the rehearsal that the graduates were going to have some kind of grand entrance parade. Apparently, our entrance parade leader was the top-notch local heartthrob of the era. Girls started whispering around and combusting frantically. Some really chronic stirring and spewing happened among some really chronic fangirls, but then, nothing else happened.
The entrance parade, especially the standing order, was really complicated but then I realized that it was for the sake of entering the hall and taking seats neatly. (we were given seat orders and standing orders according to that). It all went well, with graceful walks on the red carpet and whatnot.
My class entered the last (thanks to the major-based listing). We wore purple dresses and ties.
We sang the national anthem, and the school anthem, and stuff. There were dancing performances by the sophomores, and then, the graduation ceremony. People walked up the stage to get their graduation medals and a picture, called up by alphabetical order and being applauded for the schools they've managed to get into through the Progress Card Process. Only a 'meager' 1/3 passed the selection and I really wonder why people are still thickfaced enough to take the selection even though they don't rank well in class. Don't get offended though I'm just saying, I'm a lazy moron too you know.
This lazy moron was one of the last--the ninth number in class--to come up the stage. They called my name and mentioned the school where I'm admitted. People were already tired of applauding for 200 students, but then, they applauded for me. It's not that I was being applauded, it's that I have a lot of responsibilities for that big name. My faith, my mother, my mother's money, my people, my pride. My dreams that I highly fear.
The booming sophomore idol, our Vice Principal's tabby daughter, came popping out of nowhere like a mutated daisy. I've always been a fan of her, although I do admit that her voice is an 'acquired taste'--not your ordinary vocal-school-favored voice.
The other surprise was my long-time idol, Tompi and The Doctor (I am sorry I always forgot your name, Maam, but I just love you sfm, really.). They scat and I scatter, okay. They're gorgeous.
Show over. I walked around to get as many pictures with my friends as possible. It's weird how people you always think were bitter to you, actually like you. Or maybe just for the day, or maybe just for the name, we will never know.
To C if you happen to read this post, I'm sorry I can't hold it down when I know I'm supposed to.
Over and out. MGBU.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
(i don't think i gave a title to this but okay)
Kau berpendar sampai aku harus memicingkan mata
sedang laron dan hamba datang tanpa malu
meski aku salah satunya
Kau putih dan aku begitu benci karena kau begitu dicinta
Tentu saja! semua karena kau kasih dan aku cuma langka.
Kau akan terus memendarkan dan meresap kasih, sedang aku duduk dengan bedak arang.
Kau menutup mata dan menarik napas tenang
220113
sedang laron dan hamba datang tanpa malu
meski aku salah satunya
Kau putih dan aku begitu benci karena kau begitu dicinta
Tentu saja! semua karena kau kasih dan aku cuma langka.
Kau akan terus memendarkan dan meresap kasih, sedang aku duduk dengan bedak arang.
Kau menutup mata dan menarik napas tenang
220113
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Orelio
Title: Orelio
Rating: C for Cute
Language: Indonesian
Genre: …not so sure…
Word count: 4,778 words
Rating: C for Cute
Language: Indonesian
Genre: …not so sure…
Word count: 4,778 words
Sunday, November 11, 2012
lxst
Flashing sparks die like rain bugs
as shame is shameless enough to come and wash them down
yelling glorified curses of hypocrisy and doubt
Want will always haunt at the back of many heads
Lighting each cell with the electricity it's made of
blasting aflame before shame is shameless enough to shadow
Shame is ashamed when smiles somehow melt and mingle
and regrets of its existence when souls cross and bloom
until guilt comes hard and showering to let shame embrace fearful minds again
11-11-2012, 18.00.36
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as shame is shameless enough to come and wash them down
yelling glorified curses of hypocrisy and doubt
Want will always haunt at the back of many heads
Lighting each cell with the electricity it's made of
blasting aflame before shame is shameless enough to shadow
Shame is ashamed when smiles somehow melt and mingle
and regrets of its existence when souls cross and bloom
until guilt comes hard and showering to let shame embrace fearful minds again
11-11-2012, 18.00.36
Posted via LjBeetle
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