February 2012
12 posts
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway
“Go to hell, apply for some jobs there, marry a devil, get a visa to stay and...”
– My own retarded head. A hate mail of some sort.
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tentang kenangan.
Ada hal-hal yang tertidur di dalam dirimu untuk satu alasan yang baik. Kadang hal itu terlalu menyakitkan untuk kau hadapi, jadi otakmu melindungimu dengan menutupinya dari ingatan. Cara kerjanya akan seperti ketika kamu mencari seseorang yang sudah memblokmu dari daftar temannya di Facebook: kamu tidak akan bisa menemukannya. Kamu seakan merasa punya memori tentang itu, tapi kemudian kamu tahu...
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Di Sebuah Ruangan Besar, Seorang Diri
Website di internet yang kukunjungi pada suatu waktu berisi latihan menulis (kalau ingin tahu, URLnya thewritingpractice.com). Latihan-latihannya menarik dan membuat tangan gatal ingin mencoba. Aku memang sedang merasa tangan agak “kaku”, dalam artian menulisnya terasa tidak lancar, kata-katanya tidak mengalir, seperti air yang keluar sedikit-sedikit dari keran yang disumpal kain. Aku...
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So that you choose life over death
Somehow you just live because your instinct tells you to live. You were just born and since then, have been obliged to stay breathing until now, the very second you read this writing. But do you ever ask why? Do you want to ask why?
I wonder if anyone ever set a reason, a raison d’etre, of why they choose life over death.
I wonder if they don’t simply ignore their existence, I wonder...
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I don't always watch films, but when I do, they...
Recently, I have just finished watching two films. Before I spit out the titles, I’ll make you guess them. These are their similarities:
1. Both have teenage characters who ended up torturing their classmates.
2. Both deal with grief issue.
3. Both have unusual amount of discomforting violence.
4. Both haven’t got the attention they deserve (I mean they got attention from public...
rara avis: Habib Rizieq: Sebuah Wawancara, Sebuah... →
rarasekar:
Wah, ga nyangka banget. Sebulan yang lalu rasanya waktu H-1 sidang skripsi, animo masyarakat tentang isu FPI ga setinggi sekarang. Sekarang kayanya hampir semua tweet didedikasikan buat merayakan kebencian kita terhadap kekerasan FPI hahaha. Surprise, surprise.
Saya mau bikin graffiti arab…
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midnight insanity.
There’s a storm inside her head,
and sometimes she begs it to stop spinning, to stop hitting her, but it’s always there, it’s always there.
She told herself she needed no one, that everything would be gone one day and no one should ever stay beside her,
but some days she got lonely and she asked someone to stay with her
Little did she know, little did she know
The storm...
My Special Happy Birthday Post for My Favorite...
Time is not running out
You’re not getting older
(Our friends are here. Death and Eternity. They greet warmly. Time doesn’t matter that much)
Just another time to shout
You’re just getting bolder.
Oh no, I’m not stupid,
things are not rigid
They take things away (memory? Youthful body?)
and add new things everyday (knowledge? Wisdom?)
But who cares, happy...
Susu
Wanita itu mengernyit. Pandangannya dilayangkan keluar, jauh sejauh-jauhnya dari laki-laki yang berkacak pinggang di depannya. Wajahnya masih dipenuhi make up, dengan setelan kerja berpotongan rendah warna pinknya yang belum dilepas, dan high heels di kakinya. Laki-laki itu berdiri tegap tak bergerak, dengan dada naik turun.
“Kenapa ya ada ibu kayak kamu?” Laki-laki itu berbisik.
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