Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014: the year when I stop giving a fuck.

Reading more books. Watching more films. Listening to more songs. Getting to know more people. Letting weird ideas loose. Stepping out from comfort zone. Making room for options. Dealing with pain, both physical and emotional. Sucking in a lot from a lot of different inspirations possible. Learning how to accept and let go. Making fun of life itself. Thinking a little. Doing more.

Completely stop giving a fuck. And the funny thing is, when you actually stop giving too much fuck, life kinda giving you some slacks by fucking with you less.

Somehow it let me cut off  burdens I've been carrying for god knows how long. All the heavy shits to step into the next year lighter, simpler, happier.

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Happy new year.
May the universe bless.

Photo courtesy: Pocut.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

I want a hippopotamus for christmas, only a hippopotamus will do...



Merry Christmas, you.

***

"No crocodiles, or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too..."


Saturday, November 22, 2014

in reply to you.

“I’m a mess. A total mess…” you said.
“Then fix it,” I replied.

***

It isn’t the first time someone said something like that to me. Maybe three or four people had done it before you. Well, not everyone were as articulated as you about telling me what they really felt at that time, but I’m pretty sure that somehow they sent me one or two weird signals of disruptiveness in them.

And I would just get them. Just like that.

Either I’m a sad miserable person that attracts others with equal pain and misery, or I’m just by faith made to fix people. I thought I’m the second kind. Yeah, some kind of dreadfully unfortunate person—that also blessed—with enough strength to carry someone else’s burdens.

I thought it was noble. Accompanying people through the hardest times in their lives. Be the shoulder to cry on. Celebrating their awful madness by saying something like, “Sometimes people just don’t get it. But I totally understand.” Or even crazier, devoting all my effort to make it easier for them with a whisper of, “No, no, no, everything won’t go any worse than this. I promise you,” when they flip off and went totally ballistic.

Trust me some of them were able to do the unimaginable. And that was fine by me, as long as they stay clingy like they always did. Oh, and they were needy to. And that feelings of being needed, isn’t that the most flattering feel of all?

***

Until one day. I remember that day. The morning that I woke up on my bed with one single thought only. A thought of me saying something that pretty much like what they always told me, “I’m a mess. A total mess…” to my own-self.  But then I immediately strangled with another thought. If I were that special ‘second kind’ of people I always thought I am, how could I broke down just like them?

If I were destined to fix people, then who would fix me?

The possibility of me as just ‘a sad miserable person that attracts others with equal pain and misery’ soon creeping my mind. From that very moment I realized, I’m not responsible to fix anyone by any means. I even finally came to my senses that no one could ever fix anyone but their own self.

***

Only you can make you happy, oh
(la la la la la la la la)
Only you can make you happy, oh
(la la la la la la la la)


---Au Revoir Simone


I really wanted to reply it differently. I wish I could let you know. Far deep back inside my head, at some points in that moment, I really thought I'm the one to fix you.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

NANTI.

Nanti. Sebuah kata paling beracun yang bisa seseorang ucapkan pada dirinya sendiri. Apalagi ketika ‘nanti’ kemudian menjadi jawaban dari semua pertanyaan, yang lalu menjadi kebiasaan.

***

Time waits for nobody. Begitu katanya.

Sama seperti banyak orang, saya mempercayainya sebesar saya mempercayai keberadaan Tuhan. Berkiblat pada waktu, karena meskipun waktu tidak berbentuk, rasanya begitu nyata. Membuat kita selalu terkejar-kejar. Dalam berbagai bentuk tentunya. Alarm yang tidak pernah absen setiap pagi, deadline yang—entah kenapa—selalu datang sebagai rombongan, dan kesepakatan bersama yang diciptakan masyarakat entah sejak kapan. Semuanya seolah serempak tak menyisakan sebuah kesempatan untuk berdiam sebentar.

Lalu, muncul lah kata ‘nanti’.

Setiap saat kita minta pada diri kita untuk  menyisakan sedikit dari waktu yang ada benar-benar untuk diri kita sendiri. Melakukan hal yang benar-benar kita sukai. Sejenak berpikir tentang bukan apa-apa.

Nanti. Nanti. Nanti. Nanti. Nanti.
Dan suatu hari, ‘nanti’ berubah menjadi tidak sama sekali.

***

1.     Duduk diam di warung pancake kecil di tepi jalan, tidak melakukan apa-apa selain bengong merasakan angin.
2.     Mencari lagu-lagu baru, menyusun mixtape dan memberikannya pada seseorang yang berarti.
3.     Menyelesaikan buku-buku yang baru sempat terbaca setengah.
4.     Mendengarkan lagu di kamar dengan lampu mati sambil mengkhayal.
5.     Mengobrol dini hari dengan sahabat tanpa harus khawatir tentang besok pagi.

Lima dari begitu banyak hal tidak penting yang hampir terlupa betapa saya senang melakukannya. Karena selalu lebih mudah berkata nanti untuk diri sendiri daripada untuk orang lain. Karena sempat lupa bahwa ada saatnya melambat itu bukan masalah. Karena terlambat menyadari bahwa waktu hanya mengejar mereka yang tidak tahu caranya menyesuaikan ritme.

Saya tersenyum.
Saatnya berkata ‘nanti dulu’ pada nanti.

***

“Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go…”---Keane, on: Somewhere Only We Know.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

kamu yang menenggelamkan.


I'm drowning. Drown in your name.

***

Kamu, rambutmu , dan mood-mu yang sama-sama selalu berantakan. Kamu, sepatu-sepatumu, dan pilihan kemeja motifmu yang selalu mengejutkan. Kamu, keponakan-keponakanmu, dan teori-teorimu yang aneh tentang dunia. Kamu, caramu bersenang-senang, dan seriusnya wajahmu saat bekerja. Kamu, hal-hal kecil yang kita tertawakan diam-diam, dan kalimat-kalimat yang saling terselesaikan begitu saja.

Kamu dan segala hal yang membuat saya tak henti-hentinya teringat, bahwa ada kalanya rasa tidak sebaiknya diutarakan.

Kamu menenggelamkan saya tanpa sadar dan sekarang sudah terlalu larut untuk kembali.

Kamu, kadang-kadang hanya ada kamu.
Saya harap kamu tahu.

***




Sunday, June 22, 2014

about a name.


Not that I ever solve stuff perfectly, but I truly have no idea how to mend something so broken inside me, besides listening to a bunch of songs about it, and sing them out loud.

***

Sedang terlibat pembicaraan dengan seorang sahabat tentang album terbaru Coldplay, ketika saya menyadari betapa saya kangen pada sebuah nama. Kami berdebat tentang bagaimana album Ghost Stories telah merubah sudut pandang kami tentang Coldplay selamanya. Bukannya tidak suka, hanya saja bukanlah album favorite kami.

Lalu dia tiba-tiba bilang, ada satu lagu dalam album itu yang mengingatkannya pada saya. Tentang sesuatu yang begitu manis tapi pahit, sesuatu yang menyenangkan sekaligus miris. Saya langsung menebak lagunya,  Magic, ya…?”. Dia menyangkal, “Bukan, Ink…” katanya.


Got a tattoo that said "together through life"
Carved in your name with my poker knife
And you wonder when you wake up, will it be alright oh oh
Feels like there's something broken inside


All I know
All I know
Is that in lost whenever you go
All I know is that I love you so
So much that it hurts


Got a tattoo and that paint is alright
Just wanted a way of keeping you inside (Oh oh oh oh oh)

All I know
All I know
Is that I'm lost
In your fire bellow

All I know is that I love you so
So much that it hurts


I see the road begin to climb
I see the stars, begin to show
I see your colors and I'm dying of thirst

All I know is that I love you so
So much that it hurts

Oh yeah yeah yeah
So much that it hurts
So much that it hurts


Saya terdiam sebentar. Teringat betapa saya suka mengucapkan sebuah nama yang setiap kalinya membuat saya tersenyum. Teringat beberapa detail tentang bagaimana nama itu masuk dalam hidup saya dan menetap di sana. Selebihnya saya tersadar, seberapa besar nama itu berarti untuk saya, hingga saat ini. 

“Elo masih sayang sama dia?”
“Selalu….”


***

As my tears went down, I started to realize it wasn’t all about the sobby daughter-daddy scene in the movie I was watching, or the way I lift my one leg when I kissed someone random at the bar few nights ago. There’s a big gap in my life asking for your name in it, and that makes me sad just even writing about it. But the feel of not missing you, it’s the most heart wrecking denial I won’t be able to repeat ever again.

Monday, May 26, 2014

the sunflower blooms.


"The sunflower’s very nature also reflects something that Spiritualist believers should do, which is to turn to the light. Every sunflower faces towards the east when the sun rises, which symbolizes how people should turn to the light of God..."

 ---taken from : www.westonflowers.com.

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For me it's just a matter of reminding myself, 
that whatever I do should lead me going back towards the substance of life. 

Just like the sunflower always turns to the almighty sun.
 
25-05-14/ Mulie Addlecoat / Thinking Tree Tatto Jakarta


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"Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.." --The Beatles, taken from : Here Comes the Sun.

#ThingsIWouldLikeToShareWithYou

Sunday, March 23, 2014

once, there was...


Once, a girl met a guy in a very odd world.
She was gloomy, he was moody.
But they were into nice shoes and coldplay.
She was a creep, he was a drunk.
But they shared the same weird fondness in funny words.

Once, a girl fell in love with a guy with a very clear reason.
She said ‘I think I love you’, he agreed to say ‘I love you too.”
They felt like they found a match.
She was then happy, he was no longer confused.
They were pretty sure they found their soul-mate.

Once, a girl decided to wait for a guy. 
But, a story about true love is never been easy.
They said it would take a little longer.
They said it would need a harder prayer.
Dreams shattered, Tears shed.
Heart broke, Words unsaid.

Once, a girl went apart from a guy with so much uncertain reasons.
Just one thing to be sure, Hate never grew in between.
Because they knew one thing remains the same.
They will always pretty sure they had found their soul-mate.

***

Happy Birthday, you.
Wishing for your happiness. 

Every. Single. Day.

#kissintheeyes


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

a little change.

"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
---Andy Warhol.

***

I think I could use a new layout and banner as a refreshment.  Plus, don't you think a new signature line won't kill? With a help from a friend (look at his profile here) and a bunch of yellow bananas, I decided to dress up this blog a little.


Bye, old banner!

Enjoy the changes, folks!


Saturday, January 18, 2014

some certain romance.


Some people are in love, some are not.

Some other think they’re in love, but they aren’t.

Some just fall for a person they know bad for them, hoping they are wrong.

***

Tidak ada yang lebih menyebalkan daripada sebuah romansa sesaat yang berakhir buruk. Sulit untuk mendeskripsikan perasaan yang ada setelahnya. Terlalu singkat dan tidak berarti untuk ditangisi, tapi juga terlalu aneh bila hanya ditertawakan saja.

Jenis romansa seperti ini, biasanya diawali dengan pertemuan yang biasa saja. Dilanjutkan dengan beberapa momen tidak terduga, yang kemudian mengubah biasa saja menjadi sebuah kemungkinan. Dalam tahap ini, mulai terjadi proses timbang-menimbang yang alot. Bukan dengan siapa-siapa, tapi dengan diri sendiri. Biasanya sebagian dari diri kita berkata tidak ada salahnya mencoba, namun segera ditolak keras oleh sebagian lagi, yang berkata buat apa mencoba sesuatu yang berawal biasa saja. Tentu saja kadang kita ingin selalu teguh mempercayai, bahwa formulasi romansa yang benar harus dimulai dengan percikan yang penuh keajaiban. Tapi apa boleh buat, seringnya kita hanya menuruti insting lain yang berupa rasa penasaran.

Dan tiba-tiba saya sudah berada dalam sebuah hubungan coba-coba yang aneh. Fluktuatif, membingungkan, pasif-agresif. Iya, semua teori panjang tadi sebenarnya seutuhnya pengalaman  pribadi. Sama seperti semua hal lain yang sifatnya percobaan, hingga akhirnya benar-benar gagal, kita tidak akan pernah tahu. Yang jelas, ketika romansa sesaat (sebut saja begitu ya, setidaknya terdengar lebih manis dari aslinya) itu berakhir, yang ada hanya kesal. Marah adalah kata yang terlalu kuat dan sedih terlalu lemah. Kesal mungkin paling tepat, karena berada di antara keduanya.

***

I remember I discussed this with my own self when it started.



“What do you think?”

“I think, call it off while you can.”

“Don’t you feel a little bit curious about this? About him?”

“Yes. But please, you know curiosity kills.”

“It won’t hurt. I promise us.”

“You know it will. Deep inside you knew.”



Even if it bothered me so bad along the way, I decided to ignore me.
And to admit I should’ve known better, now? I think it’s far too late.
Some certain romance is just not good enough to be true. 


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A 15 tracks mixxx, for those who had been through something they’ve known would end badly. Including passive-aggressive tracks from Arctic Monkeys, Interpol, and Fiona Apple.

You Are Blind-Lacrosse.
You Owe Me An IOU-HotHotHeat.
Heart Is A Beating Drum-The Kills.
A Certain Romance-Arctic Monkeys.
Cancel On Me-Bombay Bicycle Club.
I Know you Don’t Love Me-Peter, Bjorn, And John.
Merah-Monkey To Millionare.
So Complicated-Noisettes.
Evil-Interpol.
What Remains-Foals.
Lover’s Spit-Broken Social Scene.
A White Demon Love Song-The Killers.
While You Wait for the Others-Grizzly Bear.
A Mistake-Fiona Apple.
One Last Time-The Kooks.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

sedikit garam dalam secangkir cokelat.


Sebuah hari baru, di tahun yang baru.
Musik yang menghanyutkan, dan obrolan suka-suka bersama sahabat.

Membuat-nya tersadar, serius memikirkan kehidupan kadang bukanlah pilihan yang bijaksana. Bisa saja ternyata yang dia butuhkan hanyalah mendengarkan lebih banyak musik, membaca lebih banyak buku, dan menonton lebih banyak film. Bisa jadi semua yang dia butuhkan ternyata memang hanya menjalaninya saja. Ditemani segala inspirasi yang mungkin bisa didapatkannya, untuk membuat perjalanan ini lebih terasa di hati.

Dia sekarang mengerti, kenapa dia menyukai sedikit garam di cangkir cokelat panasnya. Karena garam mendongkrak rasa, itu sebabnya.

Dan segala rasa yang telah terdongkrak inspirasi itu, mulai sekarang, akan diserapnya sebagaimana hari ini dia memperlakukan mereka. Tanpa banyak resistensi, tanpa basa-basi. Rasakan saja, rasakan hingga terdefinisikan dengan sendirinya.

Ia berjanji.
Tak perlu terlalu serius, tapi setulus-tulusnya.
Bukankah begitu semestinya?

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***
 
“Suppose you’ve gotta do what you’re gotta do
We just weren’t feeling how we wanted to
You sit and try sometimes
But you just can’t figure out what went wrong
Then out of nowhere somebody comes
And hits you with Oooh la la la la…

(Oooh la la la la)
You got those mad sounds in your ears
To make you get up and dance
Mad sounds in your ears
They make you get up and dance.,,” ---Arctic Monkeys, on : ‘Mad Sounds’.

2013 : troubling bless.


How much drama a person could endure in a year? I would say, countless!

***

For the opportunities and interesting projects I took and let down.
For the times I spent happily (or not) at work and delightfuly (or not) at bars.
For the places I’ve been to.
For the food I’ve tasted.
For the amount of alcohol I drank.
For the weird (or not weird enough) guys I’ve met.
For even weirder new friends turned family.

For things I did and didn’t do.
For words I said and didn’t say.

For all the devastating and breath-taking moments.
For all the smile, the crank, the laugh, the cry-out.

For all the manic drama the above have caused…
I declare 2013, as the year of blessings.

Troubling bless I suppose to say.
Still, I’m tougher, happier.
As if nothing can stop me.
Simply blessed.

***



And as I count my blessings this year, I suddenly remember what I still haven’t found yet. You.