How are you?


Hey, how are you? It’s been quite a long time. Well, it shouldn’t have been long if we count that short time in.

You know, a few days ago I had a short meet up (5 hours was short for a meet up 🙂 ) with our friend. We had some talk about our old time. And of course, within that small talk, I remembered you. Sometimes I smile, and then laugh, imagine how we were in the past. But sometimes, I feel sad, knowing that I can make that day happened again.

Days before that time, I talked with one of our friend, the one that far enough from me (now). We started from our college story, until I started talking about you (sorry). It’s embarrassing, but I liked it. I could think about you again, and I wasn’t alone.

Usually I can talk much here, but I don’t feel like about to do it now. Just like you said, I lost my ‘super-power’. I think I should meet you, talk to you, walk with you then laugh with you to get it back again. I wish you good luck, with your days until now, and from now on.

Best regard,
Your unique-ancient-a little bit smart-daydreamer-nuisance friend,


To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.
~ Phyllis Theroux




When you have no one else, where will you go?
If you have nothing to do, where will you go?
When you lost of yourself, who will get you back?

What will be your answer when someone ask you those question? If I were you, I think I will answer “Home”. Why home? Perhaps, someone will said that home just a place for coward, for someone who afraid of outside world.

Nope, that’s wrong.

Home is a place where you can enjoy yourself. Home is a place where you can be yourself. Home is a place with freedom. Home will accept you whoever, whatever, or however you are.

No place as good as home,
No place as comfortable as home,

When you have no one else, home will be with you,
If you have nothing to do, enjoy yourself at home,
When you lost of yourself, home will get it back for you,




Under this starry night
I am wandering alone
Why am I here?

I keep walking
Not knowing that it’s been so far,
Can I get back?

I look up the sky
Nice, the stars with they own light
Can you see it too?

I smile
Then I realize
That I am alone


It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.
~ Galileo Galilei, The Starry Messenger, Venice 1610: “From Doubt to Astonishment”

Thing I (you) can’t tell


Everyone has secrets,
They have something to hide,
They have something can’t be told,

So do I,
With my secret,
Secret I made years ago,
Secret I seal within me,

Just like you,
Hide the same thing,
Thing you can’t tell,
To me or anyone,

That’s the only thing I can’t figure out,
Hide within your mind,


I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.
~ Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

My new playlist


Today, Writing 101 ask me to write a list. I wonder, what kind of list I should write. Linked-list? Double Linked-List? Or maybe a Sentinel Node? (I wonder anybody will understand -_- ) (Forget it!)

Well this time I will write a list (not like I said before). My playlist come to my head when I read about list. I put some new arrangement into it. Here it is:

  1. Aqua Timez – Ketsui No Asa Ni
  2. YUI – Fight
  3. Aqua Timez – HOME
  4. Aqua Timez – Saigo Made II

It just 4 of them. But they can make me open my eyes again, open my mind. They told me not to give up on my dreams. Whatever happened on your way, do your best. Do everything to make others accept you.


Mempercayakan impian pada hal yang lain selain diri sendiri,
Apakah benar-benar akan berakhir dengan baik?
~ Aqua Timez, Saigo Made II

Try to write (again)


“Mereka yang suka menulis, biasanya suka membaca”. That’s what my teacher said this evening. It’s true, I won’t deny.

It was started long time ago when someone close to me brought some novel to the class. Then she said, “You can get some new way to write by reading”. I always wanted to write, but sometimes, when a pen in my hand, I don’t know what to write. I tried what she did, and that’s true. I started to understand what should I write. The words just flow into my head.

I started writing some poem-like sentence. When it was done, there was something that couldn’t be explained, some happy feeling. Writing is not bad after all, that’s what I think from that first time, untill now. I keep writing, reading, and then writing. I started to understand that more reading, will produce better writing. Then I feel that writing help me relieve from some stress.

Not long after that, I started this blog, and tried to publicize my writing in some new way. Before, I just wrote some words in my social network account. They who were reading that, told me that my words were good. I keep doing it untill I found that it would be better to write in something new. That’s this blog.


I don’t know why I started writing. I don’t know why anybody does it. Maybe they’re bored, or failures at something else.
~ Cormac McCarthy