I always find words intriguing! It can meant so much, also meant less. It drives you mad, also feels love. I like stories and I’d always love to hear or write one.
With my tired eyes, I could see the sun rises.
Above the cloud, in the ocean of hope.
Returning to the familiar city,
greeting the face of strangers and longtime mates.
Lost in the sea of people.
Not sure where to sit and rest.
Don’t know how to act.
I hope to keep on hoping,
or have the courage to see one’s eyes.
I hope to keep on moving,
so I cloud see more sunrise above the cloud.
It’s the New Year and I want to remember the way you look this morning.
With the gloomy sky background and the silent crowds.
The mixture of small giggles and the smile,
with extra dark jokes on top.
The humming of the latest Top 40
and the song as old as the tale.
Before everything fades and we’ve got into the rotating wheel once again.
Surviving, living.
But let me record this moment longer.
So the feeling would also lingers more.
Sincerely yours,
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Pusaran kegilaan ini bernama ________.
Di mana segalanya tidak pernah berhenti berlari.
Berlari, yang bukan hanya untuk untuk diri.
Tempat lahir dan mengubur mimpi.
Tempat patah hati dan memulai lagi.
Tentang semua yang tidak pasti dan konsistensi.
Tempat dimana keras bukan hanya soal hati.
Dan hangat bukan hanya tentang rasa.
Menimbang tujuan dan memupuk konsekuensi.
Hari ini, di sini.
Di pusaran kegilaan ini.
In the cold water,
floating,
and lost.
The void in the air.
Numb, yet confused.
The noise in the head.
Loud, but voiceless.
Does condolences ever enough?
When the terms self-love surfaced in recent years, people describe the terms with the ability to accept themselves and trying to start taking care of themselves better. Acceptance of their flaws and the imperfection. But when it comes to physical appearances or looks, sometimes, the term won’t apply completely. Women, especially women, sometimes feel inferior in front of other women. A flawless Selebgram, the women effortlessly strutting the airport with no eye-bag, the stylish random people on the street. I unconsciously being ashamed of myself seeing people at a wedding reception, wearing a full make-up and completely perfect hair. Often times, I told myself I really don’t care. That’s not what I’m comfortable of wearing, that’s not how I want to see myself. But other times, I feel that I need to have a full make-up and completely perfect hair to be accepted, to be normal.
When I was in junior high, there was a popular hair treatment that able to straighten your hair for a couple of months. I guess, that was the time Meteor Garden started their popularity and suddenly, everybody wanted a straight long hair. Me included. I asked my mother to go to the hair salon and undergo the treatment. I guess that’s when my thoughts about the acceptance started. I have a wavy and curly hair, so I feel that I need to have straight long hair to be accepted, to be normal.
