Under the Bottom

Arguing about things waste your time. If you still have your mind for determining which one is right or which one is wrong, you'll end up running all your time out without you noticing. The point is not right or wrong, true or false. The idea is not what you think, but what you feel on the opposite party. The fact is that there exists someone out there who is affected by your actions, either right or wrong. And that they do feel pain.

For The Day To Come

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It's for having a person who is willing to accept everything in you and wait patiently to hear you say, "I'm home."

What I Did During Indonesian Test

The things I like about this world
are how there exist a huge number of words
waiting to be spoken
or to be written

and how there are billion ways
to extend and deviate the meaning that each word bears

and how there are different ways to hear
a same word here just by judging the way they appear

and the fact that I do stop myself from any other thing sometimes
just to think how to make this rhymes


RLA

This is a hard time. The time when the rest of the future rely on. The time when a hell lots of effort have to be given. When sacrificing some fun is necessarry. When killing other unimportant desires to pursue one so-called dream is the only thing you think you should do.

Do you really think that this hard time will be over soon? Do you really think you will acquire a lifetime goal by throwing your true self away? Do you really think it is fair to you, or even to other people around you? Do you think you can reach that enormous achievement of yours while forgetting your already-in-hand treasure? Or do you, actually, think that what you already have right now is not that valuable compared to what you're going to get? Do you really think it is just one of the sacrifices that you should give away?

Do not think that I'm against all the fighting. I'm with you. But, open your eyes. Have fun.

Seventeen Pieces of Crappy Things

I make excuses.
I tell lies.
I procrastinate.
I hate organized things.
But when I have them organized, I hate it when they fell apart.
I don't know what I wish to be.
I am green with envy.
I get annoyed easily.
I hate waiting.
I ever really wish to be sick.
I used to be just fine with myself, but I'm not anymore.
I hate having to depend on others and the fact I still do.
I can't tell what I want to say.
I'm living in a wake-eat-bath-study-eat-study-eat-bath-study-sleep cycle that never ends.
I wish to be able to stop studying without any guilty feelings haunting me after.
I hate school.
I do want to be sick right now.

Trust

It's like walking blindfolded, with someone with soft voice keeps telling you to keep going no matter what. And you're too helpless you have no other choice than trusting. You were thinking of giving up sometimes, but your hope of brightness is the only thread you're hanging onto. You know more than any other that the only thing you should never given up is this tiny hope in your palms. You can't live without it, you can only wish that that hope will not wither even in winter.

"...but I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.

I know right now you can't tell,

But stay a while and maybe than you'll see

a different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

and how I used to be, me."

Matchbox Twenty - Unwell

Call Me Unreasonable

Sometimes you don't need reasons for your actions. You do things merely because you feel like doing it. You love someone or something simply because you love them. You hate things because they're not your liking. It's as simple as that. Reasons are important, but not in every single bit of life. Rather than seeking for the reason, appreciating is much, much better.

What will you do?

So, another year has passed. I got to admit that eventhough I've gone through 17 new-years until this time, and I do understand that there's nothing 'happy' in new year, I'll still say, happy new year! That's really a hypocrisy, but whatever.

I don't mind celebrating new year and I love it, in some ways. I have a friend come over my house and we killed the time by watching movie and do some girly quality talk. But still, the inevitable fact about new year is that another year of your lifetime is taken away. And there's no way in hell you could take them back.

What do you think about your time? What is the price of your second? A second passed so fast you wouldn't notice that it had already gone. Tick. Look, another second has gone again. And we don't think we're affected by those passing seconds. They don't really matter, do they?

Then wait until your plenty of seconds had been cut to almost nothing. You'll remember your unsatisfied desires; your dreams and wishes that you still had not reached; your family, friends, and lovers who you had not given adequate love yet. Tick, tick, tick. You're panic then, you're afraid that you'll lose your time again.

So, what will you do?

While you think............ Tick.