//November 27, 2009//

I’ve been passionate about writing since elementary school. My father and all of my sisters aren’t a fan of books. In fact, we loveeee~ it. We were collecting books since I can’t remember. I read, read, and read everything I can back there. Comics, novel, fact, fiction, economy, poet, short story, dictionary, biography, fan fiction, everything. Book is people’s treasure. Since ancient time we already learn history from writings and drawings in cave. That’s why I leave my own history on my writing. I let people know what I think and how I see the world.

Since I know how to put a pen in a paper, and fingers in a keyboard, I’ve become writer. I write like tons of craps and junks, and I don’t even care what scribble I just put on. I’ve never imagine about plot when I was writing, I don’t know what my writing will turn out to be in the end. I just want to write about something, and I let that swing around, and voila, it’s done. It was never perfect, it was never so great, but the excitement and satisfaction remain excessive. So, that’s just enough for me.

The first time I write, I write novel for kids. Adventures, wanderers, fairies, a perfect writing for my age back in elementary school. For sometimes, I’ve found my passion writing for movie script. I write tons of it and my friend whose kind enough, discussed it and made it a better draft. Some were made into movie, and I just found my name on the credit title. Scriptwriter, it’s said. Then, I’ve found my passion writing for my blog. It’s fun enough because I don’t have to specify my thoughts into one subject. It is randomly fun, and I randomly write. Lately, I found my passion writing review. It is about movies I watched, event I attended, people I love, and many thing. But my little secret passion in writing is still the same, I really do want to write children’s book stories with illustration on it.

One thing about it all, it is still about writing. It is still about the same inspiration that I want to give to people. It is great, when people tell a positive critic about my writing, and say that they love it. But, I just know that many people out there just think it is still the same craps and junks. For better or worse, I will continue to write these craps and junks. I’ll continue on to put passion on it. So, wait another essays, reviews, stories, or anything from me. Because, I’m still feeling the fireeee~.

//November 25, 2009//

Gue orang yang sangat menyeramkan kalau marah. Dan gue sangat menyebalkan kalau marah. Gue jahat. Karena gue bisa berbuat apa aja lebih dari yang pernah gue bayangkan. Gue jahat banget kalau jadi musuh. Kalau gue benci orang, gue parah banget. Gue bahkan pengen mereka mati. Iya, mati menderita. Langsung ke neraka. Walaupun gue tahu bahwa gue yang pasti masuk neraka karena nyumpahin / bunuhin mereka.

But then again, kalau dipikir-pikir siapa gue? Bisa sejahat/sekejam itu. Gue bukan Tuhan yang bisa nentuin kapan seorang manusia mati.

Mungkin harus ikhlas, mungkin harus terima bahwa mereka jahat padahal kita sudah berusaha baik sama mereka, mungkin harus bernafas tenang kalau mereka tidak pernah bilang terima kasih, mungkin harus santai-santai saja karena mereka tidak pernah peduli dengan bantuan yang kita berikan (atau mungkin mereka tidak butuh?).

Mungkin mereka adalah dewa, yang punya teman-teman dewa lainnya. Mereka ada untuk disembah sujud, bukan untuk membantu orang lain. Gue mungkin bukan teman-teman mereka, karena gue bukan dewa. Baru sekarang melihat bahwa di kehidupan nyata memang ada orang-orang yang pilih-pilih teman. Sucks.

Kecewa dan merasa bodoh karena pernah mempercayai mereka dan menganggap mereka teman (padahal mungkin gue hanya dianggap genangan air atau kotoran di tengah jalan). Bodoh

//November 24, 2009//

Hilir mudik.
Lalu lalang.
Orang-orang di balik tirai biru.
Wajah-wajah khawatir, tatap haru.
Melantunkan doa sejahtera.

Kami hanya orang-orang di luar tirai, sang pelantun doa, dengan wajah cemas, yang hilir mudik.
Kami tak tahu beratnya hidup di balik tirai, mengaduh lemas, wajah tertunduk. Pucat.

Kami hanya orang-orang di luar tirai. Hanya ingin seulas senyum tanda bahagia. Hanya ingin sepasang kaki yang menopang kalian kuat.
Untuk sekarang, tidak apa. Tangis bukan senjata, cuma rasa sayang.

Cepat sembuh.

//November 21, 2009//

This is the celebration of black and white
The monochromatic version of sephia
We ride on an endless coaster
To adventure land the map seen not
Tired and exhausted our hearts might be
Reality and acceptance is all we’ve got
Walking down the hallway, flying through chairs, jumping to children
We’re just fireflies with time remaining
We glow, we shine, we take the wind
But the light will fade and that’s your turn
To burn the fire and see the sky
This is the only place you’ll hoped you’ll be

21 November 2009
14:35

Take your time, friends. You’ll get here soon, and I’ll be your guide. For sure. And I’ll make you all golden.