Arsip Tag: life

Dear, D

Dear, D. The one who had burn my spirit to write again.

It’s been a long time since the last time i wrote about you. I don’t really remember when did the first time I wrote about every single thing on you. I was so interested that a day without writing you is a meaningless day.

Today, I don’t want to write about how much i adore you. I don’t want to write about how fast my heart beats when you’re near. I don’t want to write every single thing I like about you that make me suffer when I didn’t see you even a day.

You are my best friend. You are special. You are incredible. Your sillyness, your laughter, your suggestion in every problem I told you, your sarcastic opinion when I’m doing something weird, those things will always be on my mind.

Now you’re apart. I don’t wanna count how many days you left this town. I don’t wanna count how far you are from me. I don’t wanna countdown when will we meet again as you promise.

One thing I’ve just known about you: that you like reading my post, and the best thing is knowing that you want me to keep writing. I said: “You were my inspiration, so how do you expect me to write again, when you’re not here anymore?”. And you said: “every single thing is an inspiration, with or without me here, you have to keep writing. It’s your passion”

I remember the day when you wanted me to write a script for you. I was so excited because I always dream about a day that I make a story and you make it a movie. And when you asked me to do that, I didn’t need time to say yes. You get me to make a psycho story–not kind of my genre–but it really challenge me. I did my best but oneday you throw the script I gave you. I thought ” what’s wrong? I did my best. I wrote every single thing you want me to write. But you, with your arrogance throw it all and you had me to re-write every part that you don’t like”. Okay then, you are a director and a scriptwriter should have do what the director want. But i didn’t feel hurt. I thought my writing was really far from what you want. Then I write again, repairing the bad part of it. Not for you, but for me, to prove that I can write like what you want, to challenge myself that I can write out of my comfort zone.

So this is a post special for you,  who always force me to write no matter happen. To write every single thing i feel: sadness, happiness, joy, sorrow. To write every single person who stay in my heart: lover, friends, family, and even strangers.

Thank you for being my inspiration. Thank you for keeping this friendship. Thank you for letting me know that how far we’re apart, it’s not a big deal to still keep in touch. Thank you for remind me that a writing lasts forever.

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25 already

Yeah, 25 already. 3 days ago was my birthday.Β I’m getting older, and (hoping) getting wiser in every step I take in life. Β And I’m so grateful. I got a great gift from Allah–my bachelor degree on August 29–while 4 years ago I got the same great gift in my birthday, accepted as a student of Universitas Muslim Indonesia. Never enough to say thanks to Allah SWT for the rest of my life.

The first congratulation greeting came from an ex-bf by text (but I think I shouldn’t copy the text here, right? ). And so many wishes came from friends in social and real life. And the most popular wish was “Hope you get married soon”. Amin for that wish, guys.

Yeah, 25 is a “warning age” for some women–if you know what I mean. I realize that I should have got married on 24 or 25 but you know, we can’t get EVERYTHING we want. We may met a wrong one (or may be many wrong ones ? ) before we meet the right one. But still, I believe that love will find a way.

A friend of mine, Wirda said 25 is totally lucky number for me. I don’t really understand what did she mean with the “lucky” in her wall post, but I really thankful for the wishes πŸ™‚

I made a little celebration in my birthday and graduation day at once, I invited some close friends to come to my home and having a lunch (but unfortunately it became a dinner -_- ). But still, I’m so grateful having close friends like them, even sometimes they are annoying πŸ˜€

IMG_7418The close friends

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IMG_7431My surprise birthday cake came from my two brothers and sister

IMG_7443The first cake goes to my brother

What makes that day so special? “He” was on the spot, sitting next to me, for the first time in 4 years our friendzoneship πŸ˜€

Thank you for my dearest fellas Kiki Pratiwi Ayu Lestari, S.S , Afni Hardina, S.S , Siti Badriyah, S.S for everything we have been through in our last 3 years. And thank you for Muh. Hamdi Shadiq, S.S for being the best couple for Kiki πŸ˜€

Thank you for Dedi Junaedi (S.Kom wannabe), knowing you is a surprise, and every single thing happened between us is another surprise in it.

My wishes, of course, may I can be better, and I do hope I get my dreamy job soon (FYI, I’m already become an unemployment, as I’m no more a student), getting married with the right one. And of course, make my family proud of who I am.

Late night, a text come to my inbox and it really touch my heart:

Umur mulai berkurang, tapi semoga kebaikan selalu bertambah

That was from Aris, my classmate when we were in Kindergaten πŸ™‚