Hari Ini Aku Ingat Kenapa Aku Sayang Kamu

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

Luka yang kamu kasi,

Sakit yang kamu tabur,

Sempat bikin semua itu buram.

Tapi setidaknya,

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

 

“Aku gamau pertahanin hubungan ini lagi,”

Kamu bilang, waktu itu.

Tanpa mikirin perasaan aku,

Yang udah muak sama sikap kamu.

Aku luka, tapi ya udahlah.

Setidaknya,

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

 

Satu hal yang aku pegang teguh,

Se bangsat apa pun kamu,

Se bajingan apa pun kamu,

Kamu pernah buat aku bahagia.

Kamu pernah buat aku sangat bahagia.

Dan biarpun ingatan itu pudar,

Setidaknya,

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

 

Aneh, ya?

Hari ini kita makan 17 piring yakiniku,

Di hari ke 17 di bulan Maret,

Di tahun 2017…

Lumayan serem, ya?

Tapi nggak papa lah.

Setidaknya,

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

 

Aku ngetik sambil nangis,

Dan menurut aku ini sesuatu yang cukup lebay,

Karena ini bukan berarti kamu mati,

Atau aku mati,

Atau kita berdua mati…

Ini cuma berarti hubungan kita mati.

Dan untuk alasan yang lebih baik.

Oleh karena itu,

Setidaknya,

Hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

 

Dan sekarang, aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

Karena kamu,

Senyum kamu,

Lesung pipit kecil di pipi kamu,

Behel manis yang nempel di gigi kamu,

Ga pernah berhenti bikin aku pengen jadi seseorang yang lebih baik.

 

Dan aku bangga,

Dan bersyukur.

Sangat bersyukur.

Karena hari ini aku ingat kenapa aku sayang kamu.

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Admitting

There are too many things that we hate to admit.

We hate admitting that it’s not okay to eat your favorite cereal without your permission.

We hate admitting that her food tastes like puke.

We hate admitting that he looks bad with that polka dot button-up.

Basically, we just hate admitting.

Could it be that we do this because we don’t want other people to be hurt?

Or are we doing this because we’re afraid of the guilt?

It’s most likely the latter, but you won’t admit this too, don’t you?

Charity Run, 30 Oktober 2016

Saya terlambat bangun hari itu.

Jam di handphone saya menunjukkan pukul 05.12. Dalam tiga menit shuttle bus Charity Run yang disediakan khusus untuk mahasiswa yang berangkat dari Binus Anggrek akan segera berangkat dan saya masih di kamar, dengan piyama, dan belum sikat gigi. Saya panik.

Ohiya, sebelum saya lanjut bercerita, izinkan saya menjelaskan sedikit mengenai Charity Run.

Kegiatan Charity Run with Alam Sutera Downtown Car Free Day (disingkat Charity Run) ini adalah kegiatan amal yang dilaksanakan oleh HIMSTAT BINUS University yang berkolaborasi dengan HIMATIKA UIA. Kegiatan ini merupakan sebuah acara fun running  dimana seluruh surplus dari acara ini didonasikan kepada Bracelet of Hope yang merupakan sebuah komunitas sosial yang mendukung penderita kanker di Indonesia dengan fokus untuk memberikan harapan kepada para penderita kanker dalam hidup mereka. Continue reading “Charity Run, 30 Oktober 2016”

Me

I don’t believe in me.

Not because me have betrayed me enough times to make me hate me, but because me is weak.

Me falls too fast.

Me trusts too fast.

Me cries too fast.

Me‘s weak.

But I know that me is not the bad guy here.

I know that me is just trying to make me happy.

But bloody hell, me, stop it!

Stop making me believe you!

Because all you tell are lies!

He never loved me, and I was never special!

I was never special.

Just like you.

Just like me.

Why Are We Here?

Why are we here?

Sitting with our legs crossed,

Between the smoke of cigars,

In a dirty 2nd floor of a convenience store,

On 11 PM–which is pretty late,

And not lying on our beds, sleeping?

 

Why are we here?

Your hands, shaking,

My heart, racing,

As it’s battling my reflexes to brush your hand off my shoulder,

And trying really hard to keep it cool.

 

Why are we here?

Me–keep trying to avoid your glance,

You–staring at me,

And it’s annoying!

It’s annoying that you seem to look at me,

Like you’ve found something in me,

That you’ve never found in anyone else!

 

Why are we here?

Why aren’t we lying on our beds, sleeping?

 

 

 

Case Study: Why Youtube Indonesia’s Comment Section Aren’t Worth A Read

If you’re wondering why I’m writing in English for a topic in which only Indonesians could relate, it’s because I can’t write in Indonesian. I find it really difficult to do so.

In anyways, before we proceed, I would highly recommend everyone to listen to Young Lex ft. AwKarin – BAD, and Rich Chigga – Dat $tick.

I’ve been hooked up with Hip-Hop and Rich Chigga recently. He’s pretty cool! Got a damn deep voice and a real good flow. If I could break his body, I’m sure I’d be damn roasted! That guy is fire! And his songs too!

And then there is this other Indonesian rapper — Young Lex, which recently just released another song called ‘BAD’ which wasn’t really bad (pun intended?) at all. Definitely wasn’t as fire as Rich Chigga, but it’s okay. I like the beat. Lyrics were okay too.

So how are these two related to why Youtube-ID (we’re going to call Youtube Indonesia as Youtube-ID from this point on) comment sections aren’t worth a read? Continue reading “Case Study: Why Youtube Indonesia’s Comment Section Aren’t Worth A Read”

(Untitled)

Then I looked to the sky and said,

“If stars are so pretty, why did God hang them onto the ugliest thing in the world?”

He giggled.

“I guess He’s just trying to prove a point.”

“What point?”

“That even the ugliest thing in the world deserves to be together with something pretty.”

 

 

A Glance or Two

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He’s the kind of guy that I would never like.

He’s mean, not good-looking, a bit nerdy, and gets pissed off easily.

I’m the kind of girl that he would never like.

I’m loud, annoying, also not good-looking, and I throw a lot of bad jokes.

But, despite all that,

I hate seeing him alone.

And he hates seeing me hurt.

So…

Maybe we might share a glance or two.