Beli Peralatan Meronce

Setahun ke belakang, aku lagi seneng-senengnya meronce. Niatnya memang supaya nggak stress pas abis lahiran anak kedua. Ketika banyak membaca buku udah nggak mempan untuk menangkal stress, biasanya aku memang cari hal lain untuk dicoba. Sesuatu yang bikin otak kanan atau otak kiri bergerak, sesuatu yang bisa menuangkan rasa, atau menyalurkan emosi. Pertamanya cuma nyobain beli Beads Kit kecil buat bikin kalung atau gelang, tapi sekarang lagi sering bikin strap HP. Dipake nggak hasilnya? Nggak juga, sih. Hehe.

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I Have a Question About Books

Ever since I was little, I grew up with books. It’s something unavoidable, since my dad was a college lecturer. There are always tons of books everywhere. Most of the books are technical and lecture books, but I’ve been living under it. Read some and loathe some.

Legend says I’ve read books since I cannot read. My parents told me that I used to shout out the content of the entire book when I was 2 or 3. Doraemon is walking, Doraemon eats cake, Doraemon meets Nobita.

I used to think that it was a joke until my daughter started doing the same thing. She is reading the book to me (or to herself) by the age of 1.5 years. She just blurted out the entire book, using the who and what method that I used to do. Tayo is smiling, Tayo meets the passengers, Tayo goes home. It’s amazing to experience it myself.

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A Series of Blurted Words and Random Things

I’d like to think that Ramadan is like a new year. You can always challenge yourself to a new habit (or habits) with an extra boost of hyperfocus. In January, I’ve always been entertained by a set of friends who try to challenge themselves on #30HariBercerita. Sometimes, I wonder why there are no similar things in February or March. So, this is me, writing again. Hopefully every day, or maybe just some days? In English or Bahasa Indonesia, about things that have been living in my head.

I miss that, the spontaneous writings, those without the need to fact-check or quote scientific journals. I don’t know if it will be relevant anymore with my age or the world, but here it is: a series of paragraphs with broken grammars or unnecessary thought processes. This is me, leaving footprints in this big world of noise.

Follow this hashtag #aseriesofblurtedwords to see how many days my series last :P

5 Seconds More

Here we go again.
Complaining about the heat,
with an air conditioner on.
Talking non-sensically about the non-essentials.
Swallowing our privileges,
without realizing it.
Having confidence that we will be alive,
for 5 seconds more.

Tiny dots and flying dust.
Big dreams that once grow, ground explosions that burried it.
Are we really living under the same atmosphere?
Sharing the same stars?

This is what it felt to be alive.
Hurting and bleeding.
Until nothing was felt.

Fly little doves, may you be hugged in heavens.
Kissed by a thousand cloud.
Showered in stars.

23 November 2023

The Little Liar

The little liar in her wants to say something sad. But nothing came out of her because she’s not sure she was feeling sad.

The little liar in her wants to sing a song about anger, rage, and fury. But she’s afraid that will hurt someone. Someday, she cannot undo the damage she’s caused.

The little liar in her wants to tell the truth for herself, but everything was confusing because of an uncomfortable feeling lingering in her head.

But lately, why did the little liar keep telling the truth and nothing but the truth?

If she were telling the truth, why has she been calling herself the little liar?