Draft

HELLO

Hello there, and hello to you, stalkers.
Just now I write something that become a draft. Anyway, it's different with another bloogy drafts.
Maybe later I'll found a way to make it possible to read, but only for one person I want.

Until next time, enjoy your tea.

View from the stage

HELLO

(Should be posted on September 19th 2012)

The reason is, no humanity out there.
People is busy with their own business. People are talking about themselves, no one listening.
They speak about sarcasm, with "just kidding" followed behind, didn't care about anything around.
Teasing you, like you're gonna be okay with that jokes forever.

With the world goofing around you, you can just speak nothing.
Besides, who cares whether you speak or not if the ending has already created before?
Let them assume, let them playing with their mind. Let them jump in their imaginary playground.

Nobody recognize you anyway,
You can just walk, and start to breath, faker.
Give them your last wave and the stage was closed.
Welcome to your world.

p.s. standing ovation for the great show, until the last.

Clean it up

HELLO

We're going on this.

Get out from this way and say it's fine.

-Fake and Pride (2011)

***

Wondering why suddenly I came here often?
Bored to see me, huh? Should I left you cold again for some months?
Oh, you shake your head, bloogy. Good kid.

This evening I went home with my logical friend and it makes me realize that neutralism is still long way to go from my side.
That's okay, because happiness is not always be your cover of life.
Don't be ashamed with your sadness, it's just part of showing you're not that weak.
Like the all time quote, "You're gonna be okay, you're not that weak."
Staring at the mess I made in the past 3 weeks, let's clean it up.
Sorry for making you feel bad, dear September.

p.s. Haven't got my voice back, but finally I bought one roll of tissue, Alhamdulillah.

Lost Voice

HELLO

Had a raspy voices since Saturday.
The good one is, you don't have to answer unwilling questions, except from your lecturer, and now I totally lost my voice.
The bad one is, I'm still lack of tissue. How I can forget about that crucial thing. Morning and night cold curse.
September supposed to be the month I appreciate about, but maybe not for this year.
This eyes began to hate me for their extra-rarely works. Hang on, dear eyes. Actually I didn't want to do this too, it comes naturally so don't blame on me.

With the file named "Final Assignment Draft" opened in front of you, you're not supposed to be here.
Then I'll go for today.

p.s. Stupid recursion this month : type, delete, type again and become drafts. If only it could be implemented in my Final Assignment Draft.

Another skipped post

HELLO

Does anyone here know how to replace that 'something from the eyes' with another things?
Almost got it every day and now I'm afraid every time the own time comes.
:(

Sense of Poem

HELLO

The first plan is : start writing final assignment draft. But I sink in here, again.
Special for this post, let me interfere my English-post-habit.
This poem written by @fahdisme in Bahasa Indonesia with some literary work of M.I.I.
For you who don't have any idea about it, let Google translate it for you, or you can ask me personally to translate it.

***

Ziarah Ingatan

Kita bisa membuang ingatan, tapi tak bisa menolak kenangan.

Sebab tak semua yang kita ingat akan kita kenang, tapi semua yang kita kenang tersimpan baik dalam ingatan.

Kau tahu?

Ziarah bukan saja bagi mereka yang sudah tiada.

Kadang - kadang yang paling sering kita lupakan justru kenangan - kenangan indah bersama mereka yang masih hidup.

Maka kenanglah, lalu lakukan ziarah bagi mereka yang hidup, sebelum mereka pergi.

Tentang hidupku, tentang segala hal dari diriku yang bersinggungan dengan dirimu,

terima kasih dan maaf.

Semoga segala kebaikanmu..menjelma tangga menuju surga.

***

For me, who can't write a poem and have no sense of poem at all, this piece is really, really make a sense.
You will dignify the memory of those whose still living. You are.
Well, enough and let's do another thing that we should do, catch you later.

p.s. Lack of tissue. Then tissue become a crucial thing.

Please, just don't read it.

HELLO

Bloogy, we met in the time where it should be, 01.32 a.m., and I can't sleep again.
This post will reveal my weakness, if you hate this kind of thing, please don't read it.
Or if you read it, please just forget or pretend you didn't read anything.
Thank you.

***

"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them.

We like to keep it a secret.

Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don't know why we are sad, so we say we aren't sad but we really are."

-Mark Haddon

It's been more than a week, and at first I think it will be alright.
Until now, I restrained my self from act so desperately or anything miserable in front of those people and you, just act usual like nothing happened.
I won't deny that I shed something from the eyes since that day.
But like you said, it needs time.

So, may I stay up late, and let it comes again, tonight or maybe for a few nights after?
I promise, in the next day, I'll be okay in front of you and all of those people.
Please don't mind.

Spirit of September

HELLO

And hello to you September, the month which popular enough to become song titles.
I love September not because I were born in this month.
I like the name, September.
That's one reason why the tagline of this blog is, "I'll give you my September."

Well, what?
It's my 4th year, and I must be serious for doing this academic things.
Seems like have no spirit at all for doing it, I don't know why but I need to get up.

Yes, I put an end of something precious.
Extremely sad, although I look fine and welcome faking time.
Maybe this is one of the reason why, but it doesn't really matter.
I can inspirit my self.
And you know that you're not that weak :)

Here you go, senior year!

p.s. Dare for Distance is addictive. Can't stop playing it, like a kind of heroine. Help.