16 Januari

//January 17, 2010//

Ketika ruang adalah dinding dengan kalimat singkat, ucapan selamat ulang tahun dan raut wajah buatan. Waktu adalah urutan kata terjalin rapi, ataupun tidak. Tidak ada alinea. Hanya dibatasi oleh huruf, angka, mungkin simbol.

Bawa kami ke padang rumput, tanpa alas kaki, tanpa teknologi. Hanya angin dingin, rintik hujan, dan canda tawa. Lari, lari, dan berguling. Kami hanyalah para pengejar tawa, pencari teman, penggelar kebahagiaan.

Ayo berkumpul, menjadi satu, bertemu muka. Tanpa layar dan papan ketik. Bersentuhan tanpa komentar singkat. Tanpa pembatasan karakter, yang hanya dihitung seratus empat puluh.

Ayo, kita berkenalan.

Below

//January 05, 2010//

So they talk a lot. Talking like they struggling in hell. But they gained nothing.

The other talk nothing. Work hard seven to five, office thingie equals daily life. But they swell and sink as well, don’t know what the reason behind all of it.

Some people just don’t get it. Hard luck dealing with this kind of thing.

People You Secretly Adore

//January 03, 2010//

I’ve just read Angga’s post the other day and suddenly, I just pop a thought. Do you have someone you secretly adore? Someone you don’t know, someone far off from your daily life. But you’ve just cross them on his/her blog, website, or in some social network? Oh well, I do.

The name is Diana Rikasari.

You probably know her and said, “Ooh, I know her!” Yeah, Diana Rikasari is one of the top fashion blogger in Indonesia. Many teen monthly magazines featured her blog—Hot Chocolate & Mint, which is by the way, is the second most popular blog in Indonesia (courtesy of Stratego.com). Many clothing shop send her package of free stuffs just to be featured on her blog. The latest for this unstoppable fashion beauty is, Bloop Endorse releases a new line called Diana Rikasari for Bloop Endorse. It is probably because her fashion blog had influenced many fashionista in Indonesia.

But, the thing I really (secretly) adore about her, is not about fashion. You know that I’m not a fashion geek, I’m just a girl with everyday T-shirt and blue jeans. Here, let me tell you a story. In my first semester during TPB year in college. I happen to go online a lot, fortunately ITB has an amazingly fast connection that allows me to meet heaven. I don’t go blog, nor sign up to social network. I go surf a lot, I research things a lot. Then, I happen to cross line with an amazingly gifted artist that named herDeviantArt page, poop-art. I just fall in love with her works, especially this one called The Great Escape and the one called Being Alice. I saved every works that she made (yeah, it’s creepy -__-‘). What makes me fall in love is, the tone of color she used in her works and the imagination inside of it. I thought, “It is amazingly adorable and beautiful!

http://poop-art.deviantart.com

 

Years later, (oh you know how this story is going to end) I just happen to know Diana Rikasari’s fashion blog. And hell yeah, she happens to be the legendary artist I admired a lot, back there! Isn’t it just a small world afterall? Now, without realizing it or not, I happen to open her blog a lot, and also her DeviantArt page.

Tell me, do you also have one? :P

Reason to

//January 02, 2010//

 


http://poop-art.deviantart.com

The definition
Gue baru saja berbincang dengan seorang teman, and uh-well-the story is always repeated. It is still under the name of love. Yeah, the reason why Beatles created the song ‘All You Need is Love’, the reason why Jack Dawson said “You jump, I jump.”, and the reason why the Capulet girl stabbed herself. Yes, it is (again), about love. The never ending discussion that still growing towards civilization. Gue sangat suka baca posting Puty yang judulnya All Love Stories Are the Same dan membacanya gue hanya senyum-senyum saja dan setuju-setuju saja. Karena gue bukan orang yang ahli soal gini-ginian, gue tidak bisa berani-berani memberi petuah kepada orang lain soal ini. Gue juga jarang sekali membahas soal ini, because I can’t tell you what love is.

Is it a beat that keeps banging your heart and head every time you see your significant others? Is it when your face becomes red when he/she smiled at you, and you don’t know what to say and started trembling? It is a thankful feeling just to sit next to him/her? Is it the comfortable feeling that makes you can talk about ANYthing in the world? Is it /just/ that? Or is it more than that? I say, don’t dare to tell people what is love if you don’t know exactly what it is.

It is just my opinion. If you have any beautiful feeling that always disturbs you for seeing someone, oh dear, keep it, treasure it. It is maybe your most sincere and beautiful feeling you ever have. Don’t rush to call it love. Because maybe, you won’t find the name of your feeling in every dictionary, or word from every languages. You won’t find the right definition for it, because maybe, it is more than love.

The Over-Exposed
Maybe, it is just me. Maybe, it is only me. I just don’t get it why people over exposed their feeling towards internet. I just don’t get it why they express the love they feel, when they can meet every second? Why is it happen after they texted or phone each other? I just don’t get it. They write on each other wall, express everything itchy (I mean this), and when people got to comment it, they said with blush expression, “Oh, why you all need to comment it?”.

Dear, you do aware of the danger of internet, do you? You know that the idea of the internet is, IT IS VISIBLE TO OTHERS (others = EVERYone on every corners of the world). If you don’t want anyone to comment it, write it on a paper with a real pen, not a keyboard on the Facebook wall. I don’t judge, I just want to know why. Mark Zuckerberg-the creator of Facebook—did make a Message feature on his website and e-mail just happens to be perfect for expressing your feeling /privately/. Is it just for publication? Is it just for being famous? Maybe, I won’t find out why. Maybe it is just their excessive feeling that they don’t know how to spill it anywhere. Because they’ve just used all of the options. Maybe, maybe. Once again, it is just my two cents. Afterall, everybody can do everything they want to do, right?

 

    Overexposed is not really the thing.

    It’s not something you blab to other people.

    Monthly anniversaries, greeting, thankful feeling, thank you, sorry, miss you.

    It is more beautiful when the two of you is the only one who knew.

    It’s not the information you give to other people for popularity.

    I mean, who’s like lollipop for share?

    (It’s kinda gross to share, actually.)

 

So, it is just my thoughts, no one’s buying it anyway.