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i do love chipmunk ! time flies so fast isn’t? its like yesterday we’ve been fighting for each other in high school, and now we have to let each other go to catch our future.. lemme tell you guys, you always be number one in my heart.. love you as always.

i do love chipmunk ! time flies so fast isn’t? its like yesterday we’ve been fighting for each other in high school, and now we have to let each other go to catch our future.. lemme tell you guys, you always be number one in my heart.. love you as always.

have you heard there’s this thing that heals and its called time? :)


i want the depest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because i love yo that much



you should know, if you come any closer, i’m not letting you go..

you should know, if you come any closer, i’m not letting you go..



beginning and ending at once

what’s moving on? according to my assumption, we can conclude “moving on” as move forward, also in the metaphorical sense; “time marches on”.

i do not know why this issue also become so important for some of people, including me. why? the deepest confession above my head right now is;  I am still unable to move on.

and maybe, my biggest mistake was enjoying the beginning without considering the ending.
I never want to over think, but I just can’t help myself from checking out your profile on social networks. I can’t stop stalking your new photos and giggling when i see it. I can’t stop myself from dreaming that one day you’ll realize that i was really the one for you. if I could go back and change one thing. I would have told you how i felt before i got tangled up in strings of my own lies. I need to feel something. i want to fall for someone, but it seems impossible when I am still stuck on you.

March 3rd. I saw you and realized how far apart we’ve grown. i know i should talk to you and ask you how you’ve been doing. and i really wish that i could, but its just occurred to me that we are strangers now. you do not know me anymore, much less want to. Its okay that you’ve moved on. I know that everything is different now. I’ve been staying strong. Somehow it’s funny though, I’m still trying to remember how things has happened, even it has happened for almost nine months behind. 

I know I’m over you, It’s just that every time I see you, you remind me of things i never want to remember again. Yes, it’s sad, this is sad, and I am sad. And now we’re just two different people, trying to forget about each other. Face it, we’ve drifted apart. we don’t have anything to talk about anymore. I miss ‘em old days when you would instantly message me as soon as I logged in, or called me with those stupid nicknames you’ve made. now? i would be lucky to even get a “hey” or “hi” from you.

i miss holding your hand. I miss waking up to your texts. I miss our long goodbyes. I miss laughing with you. I miss hearing your voice on the phone late at night. I miss the way you try to say romantic things, but they turn out dorky. I miss the way you look at in the eyes. I miss keeping ‘us’ a secret from anyone else. I miss the night we’ve spent together. I miss how you laugh at my jokes ( which actually notable funny). I miss how we talk about the randomest shit ever in a day. I miss how we share the food while watching the movie. I miss how you teach me about a chapter of life. I miss how you talk too much about our world. I miss how we fight for each other.

I’ve decide a point : If its not you, it will never be you. But If you are really for me, you always be, no matter how you try to set me free. sometimes the best solution is to let each other go. and see where that takes you both, together at the end, or apart forever. there comes a point in your life when you realize that nothing will ever be the same, and you realize that from now on time will be divided into two parts - before this and after this. 

and when we meet ; which I’m sure we will ; all that was there, will be there still. I’ll let it ass and hold my tongue and you will think that I’ve moved on. I know that things arent gonna be the same between us again, honestly, I miss you.

I wish that I had never met you. Then there would be no need to impress you. No need to want you. No need for loving you. No need for crying over you. No need for heartbreaks. No need for pain or tears. No need for forgotten promises. No need for crying myself to sleep. No need for acting like you care. No need, for everything you’ve done to make me feel like absolutely nothing.
But then again, I’m glad I did meet you. Cause you were the one who always asked me if anything was wrong. You were to one who loved me for me. The one who cared when everyone else didn’t. The one who listened. The one who stayed up late just to talk about the randomest shit ever. You were the one who I told secrets to. The one who taught me new things which my school unable to teach. The one who laughed at my bad jokes. The one who did things. And when finally I admit that I’m not the best for you, the best thing I will be able to do is let the best part of you to happened - your smile.




Valentine

this post had been wrote on my another blog :”. its about valentine.

February 14th, 2012

Honestly, I hate this date. Among those 29 days of February, I really would like to skip this date. I would like to forget about the day which called as ‘love-is-in-the-air’ day. The day which called by people as the ‘chocolate’ day, ‘roses’ day, and many other sweet things.

Don’t you know, that for some people, the 14th is just too hurt to understand? For me, it’s not about the gifts, the sweet things, the romantic thing, it’s about the taste.

Have you ever thought why people choose chocolate as the sign of valentine day? Because it’s sweet. Because it’s simply sweet and also classy, as what people think about love. It’s gently make you happier than before. It’s making another spark in your days. It’s feeding butterflies into your stomach.

Well, perhaps, that’s what they called as chocolate. But people doesn’t remember that chocolate got an aftertaste too.

Chocolate, with the form of cocoa, which actually is the fruit to make the Indian people stronger, has a bitter aftertaste. Cocoa fruit is definitely bitter, but the side effect, it makes you stronger. Why you can become stronger with that bitterness?

And then, I ask myself. Am I really can be stronger with that bitterness?

People asked me about am I okay, and can I just pretend to be okay with such a thing like chocolate. I’m really okay with the sweetness, and I’m not forgetting about the bitterness. But finally, the bitterness still day. The pain is temporary, the bitter isn’t there forever. But how the taste touch your tongue with that sweetness - it’s memorable. It’s memorable because you haven’t felt that way.

You haven’t felt that way. You really haven’t felt that way.

I don’t think that I’m the only person who getting hurt so much. Heartbreaks happen in every people around the world, with thousands mellow stories. But among those stories, among those people, no one really know what you feel. No one really know your heartache. No one but him.

I’ve heard about a saying from Charlie Brown, nothing take the taste of peanut butter, quite like an unrequited love. I’ve heard about a saying, when you lost the taste of peanut butter on your tongue, you can taste something better than peanut butter.

But what if my favorite taste, is the peanut butter? What if you’ve taken my favorite side on my heart? What if you’ve made me fall for you this much? And what if, I don’t quite strong enough to make another peanut butter?

There’s a time of your life when you feel like you can be stronger after you got hurt. But you just got a serious accident there, and you become a disabled person. You can use a wheel chair, you can use sticks, but you can’t walk better than how did you walk before. You are weaker. Same here.

As my heart got hurt that much, I didn’t become stronger as what you think. I just pretend that I’m stronger without you.

Because I thought it’s okay to lost my favorite part of life.But actually that’s how the life taught me that I’m a fool. I’m a fool because I thought I’m stronger with that. Because I thought it’s okay to forget to laugh for awhile. Because I thought it’s okay not to make people happy. Because I thought it’s okay not to hold on for something I’ve been loving for years. Because I thought it’s okay to forget about those treasures, if finally I will be safe in my own home. Because I thought it’s okay to only have the half of my soul.

Then I remember that taste of peanut butter.

I honestly know, that my real home is on that taste of peanut butter. But I pretend to forget it. To pretend that I can like the strawberry jam, blueberry juice, or avocado butter. Without considering the aftertaste of peanut butter itself. Without considering the effect if I try to forget my favorite part.

And here, because I know that I pretend to be stronger than I was, I fell down from a higher place. I fell down from my own pride. I fell down from my own thoughts. I fell down from my own love.

Really, people, nothing can replace the taste of your favorite part. Absolutely nothing. Nothing can replace the half of your step when you try to be stronger. I can’t be stronger if you’re not there.

I can’t taste the other flavors of life if you’re not telling me. I can’t see how beautiful the stories of my life if you haven’t become a part of it. I hate you, because you’ve made me lost my ability to taste another taste. I hate you, because you’ve made me lost my ability to love anybody else.

But I love you.

Because you’ve made me lost my ability to love anybody else except you.

“Do you hear me talking to you, across the water, across the sea?”


I wish that I had never met you. Then there would be no need to impress you. No need to want you. No need for loving you. No need for crying over you. No need for heartbreaks. No need for pain or tears. No need for forgotten promises. No need for crying myself to sleep. No need for acting like you care. No need, for everything you’ve done to make me feel like absolutely nothing.

But then again, I’m glad I did meet you. Cause you were the one who always asked me if anything was wrong. You were to one who loved me for me. The one who cared when everyone else didn’t. The one who listened. The one who stayed up late just to talk about the randomest shit ever. You were the one who I told secrets to. The one who taught me new things which my school unable to teach. The one who laughed at my bad jokes. The one who did things. And when finally I admit that I’m not the best for you, the best thing I will be able to do is let the best part of you to happened - your smile.

From all the places in the world, being in the same place with you is the best option…

-garis akhir-

Somehow, I forget one thing. When you are ready to love someone, you must ready to be hurt by the one you loved. In short, broke up. Or sweeter, we can say, letting go.

Nggak, misalkan saja kamu salah satu perempuan yang seperti itu - yang memulai relationship… apa yang bisa kita sebut? Pacaran, HTS-an, TTM-an, whatsoever. Intinya, mungkin kamu sama seperti aku. Atau mungkin aku sama seperti kamu semua. Aku lupa, bahwa suatu hari, semuanya harus memiliki akhir. Bahwa di saat aku memulai, akupun juga harus mengakhiri. Kapanpun, dimanapun… Dan siapapun.

Kadang aku merasa tolol sekali. Aku mendengar banyak lagu mellow tentang cinta yang sempurna, semuanya yang nantinya akan membuatmu merasa berbunga-bunga.
Mimpi apa aku semalam jika saja, cinta itu memang hadir dan nyata. Cinta semacam kisah Putih Salju, Cinderella, maupun Sleeping Beauty. Cinta yang digariskan untuk berakhir selamanya.

Bukan keinginan Jani untuk berpisah dan meninggalkanku. Bukan keinginanku pula untuk merindukan dan menginginkannya hadir disisiku kembali. Sejak dulu, aku tidak pernah mengira kalau hanya Jani yang setia hadir disaat aku menangis. Hanya Jani yang mampu menyanyikan lagu kesukaanku disetiap rasa bosan tiba-tiba menggerogoti waktu. Dan disaat Ia pergi, aku hanya dapat menghitung.

Menghitung sudah berapa hari yang telah aku sia-siakan tanpa dapat menghargai kehadirannya. Menghitung sudah berapa langkah yang ia ambil untuk menyusuri jalan di balik punggungku, pergi menjauh. Menghitung sudah berapa jam yang menguap disaat aku termangu sendiri tepat seperti saat ini. Aku tidak pernah takut untuk sendiri, aku juga tidak pernah takut untuk menghitung. Tapi entah mengapa, sekarang aku membenci matematika. ya,sejak mengetahui bahwa aku sudah berhasil mengitung sesuatu yang fatal. Aku sudah berhasil menghitung berapa kali aku menyakiti Jani dan menyusahkannya. Bahkan di saat aku hanya tinggal sendiri, aku masih sering menyesalinya.

***

Arhes.

Aku selalu merindukannya, setiap saat.

Setiap saat, wajahnya selalu membayangi pikiranku. Setiap saat, aku masih berharap bisa mendengar kata-kata yang membuat hariku selalu lebih baik, “Tomorrow will be better”. Setiap saat, aku masih mengharapnya mengirim pesan singkat yang isinya hanya “Kangen :(“.
Tapi semua itulah. Hal-hal kecil konyol yang membuatku semakin tersiksa.

Silly little things we are.

Damn, apa yang sedang aku pikirkan? Punya pacar itu seperti melakukan hal yang sia-sia. Pernah tidak kamu berfikir, satu-satunya cara supaya tidak merasakan sakit hati adalah dengan tidak jatuh cinta?

Terkadang aneh - dan lucu, kalau kita fikir, kenapa satu-satunya hal yang kita cintai juga menjadi satu-satunya hal yang menyakiti kita, dan bukan hanya perih standar. Tapi luka dalam. Yang bekasnya nggak akan hilang walau dalam beribu-ribu jahitan sekalipun.

Actually I should know that everything will be heartache, especially when her back was turned on me.

Aku sempat berfikir; kalau memang aku menyayangi Arhes, mengapa harus terluka disaat melihatnya pergi? Dan rasa perih yang sama juga muncul ketika dia hadir. Di saat dia tidak berada disampingku, aku kalut mencarinya. Dan di saat dia ada, aku benci untuk menyadari bahwa aku masih mempedulikan keadaannya. Dan yang mengherankannya, why do I care?

Why do I care if she catch a little flu? Why do I care if she talk about her busyness and how exhausted her schedule? Why do I  care if she express her gloomy face? Why do I care if she scared of tests? Why do I care if she need a place to hide? Why do I care if she doesn’t have a secret-keeper? 

And why do I care if she doesn’t care about me?

***
“Why can’t I be that happily ever after person?”

Kalimat di atas terngiang-ngiang dalam kepalaku sepertinya pemutaran film, berulang-ulang hingga membuat pening.

Bukan salah siapa-siapa jika aku tidak bahagia. Bahagia bukan tujuan akhir dari para manusia bukan? happiness is a way of life. Dan bukan salah siapa-siapa pula jika perpisahanku dan Jani membuatku tidak bahagia. Salahkah? Cih, Rhes, sampai kapan sih kamu masih mau mangkir dari kesalahan mu…

Mengapa bagian akhir dari sebuah hubungan tidak berujung bahagia? Jelas, yang sering kita sebut putus itu pasti tidak menyenangkan. Mengapa kita putus? When everything matters, the only thing you want to do is giving up. And I forgot how to be getting though. Aku melupakan fakta bahwa sebelum aku memutuskan untuk mengakhiri kisah, aku dan Jani sudah pernah menempuh berbagai aspek bersama dalam kadar yang lebih berat dari apatisme dan kejenuhan -2 faktor yang membuat kita berakhir terpisah. Dia gerah dengan segala kesibukanku, dan aku juga menuntut terlalu banyak perhatian. Sekanak-kanakkan itu. Sebodoh itu.

Jika memang dia orang yang tepat - someone who we called as Mr. Right - mengapa jalan dari segala sesuatunya tidak se-mulus yang aku perkirakan?

Aku tidak pernah menuntut untuk akhir yang sempurna, aku hanya menginginkan akhir yang bahagia…hanya itu.

***
“Happily Ever After Isn’t Exist.”


Kamu berharap apa di jaman serba susah seperti ini? Menginginkan gaya pacaran yang setiap hari disematkan bunga? Minta dibukakan pintu layaknya putri raja? Minta diberi ribuan kepingan cokelat Hershey’s? Percaya atau tidak, kita para kaum lelaki, lebih ahli dalam berkata-kata manis dibandingkan dengan memberi manisan. Tidak akan ada bukti nyata dari tingkah para pangeran negeri dongeng di kamus kami. Walaupun kami tidak pernah sekalipun keberatan dipanggil Prince Charming.

Aku sempat berpikir mengapa kita harus menemui orang yang salah sebelum mendapati orang yang benar. Dan siapa yang mengira , jika ternyata yang salah itu yang benar dan yang benar itu yang salah? Life surprises us. Yang menjadi masalah adalah, menemukan orang yang salah itu membuat kita kadangkala tidak dapat menentukan mana lagi yang benar. Di samping itu, menjadi yang salah itu menyakitkan. Dan menemukan orang yang salah itu lebih menyakitkan. Nggak ada remedial dalam kasus ini.

Aku tidak mengharapkan lebih.
Selama bersama Arhes, aku merasa bahagia.
Aku berusaha membahagiakannya bagaimanapun caranya, tanpa peduli apakah ia akan bahagia atau tidak pada akhirnya.
Dan ternyata, aku tidak pernah bisa berhasil untuk benar-benar membahagiakannya. Karena toh akhirnya dia ingin mengakhiri kebahagiaanku ini. Jika memang dia menyayangiku, mengapa dia dengan tega menukar kebahagiaanku dengan cara pergi begitu saja?

Kalau aku menyayanginya… Mengapa tidak kurelakan saja dia pergi supaya dia bahagia?…

…Atau sebenarnya perpisahan bukanlah garis akhir untuk membuat kita sama-sama bahagia pada akhirnya?

***
“And they lived happily ever after”

“Kenapa akhirannya harus seperti itu ya?”
“Terserah pengarangnya dong,” Balas Jani cuek sambil terus mengetik di laptop.
“Maksud gue, kenapa akhirannya ‘gantung’?” Ucap Arhes defensif. “Lo tau kan Jani, akhiran gantung nggak pernah nylesaiin masalah?”
“Gue nggak mau menyelesaikan masalah.”
Arhes makin jengkel. “Jani! Lo jadi penulis idealis sedikit kenapa sih? Ngeselin banget…”
“You can finish the story,” Jani beranjak pergi dari kursinya dan melirik ke arah Arhes. “You are the main character. I’m not the god of myself. Destiny arranges the story, Rhes.”
Dengusan kesal Arhes membuat Jani menoleh.

“Boleh jujur?”
“Go on.”
“Gue nggak suka lo pake kisah seperti ini untuk cerita bersambung lo,” Arhes duduk di tepi meja dan melipat tangannya, mimiknya serius. “Ini kan kisah pribadi. Dan udah lama banget.”
“Gue nggak bisa nglupain hal yang gue sesali, Rhes.”
“Maksudnya?”
“Lo ngerti nggak sih kenapa gue membuat akhirannya gantung?” Tanya Jani, menatap Arhes intens.
“Nggak.”
“Karena kita berakhir seperti itu, gantung, endless - sementara nasib selalu mempertemukan kita. Lo tau artinya apa?”
Jani menarik nafas panjang, berusaha mengutarakan segala unek-unek yang menahun di hatinya. “Nasib meminta kita untuk menyelesaikan segala sesuatunya. Garis akhirnya harusnya nggak seperti itu, Arhes. Nggak seperti ini. Nggak seharusnya kita meninggalkan satu sama lain. Buat apa nasib membuat kita bertemu lagi, kalau begitu?”

“Jadi mau lo apa?!”
“Tell me, you need to spell everything out. The truth, Arhes!”
“I’m still learning, Jani…” Arhes menghela nafas dan mencoba menghilangkan air yang mulai membasahi pelupuk matanya. “I’m still learning how to give…”
“Give what?”
“Give an ending.” Arhes menelan ludah.
“Give a forgive for myself.”
“That’s it?”
“And give a love.”
Jani menoleh dan terkesiap. Ia memandang Arhes perlahan. “Then why you leave me?”
“If I ever hurt you, it’s not my purpose or intention. Seriously, I’m gonna make my own mistakes. You either.” Arhes menelan ludah lagi, dan balas memandang Jani.
“Sometimes I’m gonna miss you, but I still learning not to mess up. I’m not giving up… for a chance.”
“Take yourself as much as you can, Rhes. I know everything will be alright.” Jani mencairkan suasana hening. Mereka kembali diam. Arhes hanya mampu menatap Jani pasrah, dan tertunduk lagi. Sementara Jani melanjutkan mengetik paragraf akhir.

“Jadi apa akhiran ceritanya?”
“Lihat aja sendiri.”
Arhes menarik monitor laptop ke arahnya dan hanya membaca satu kalimat akhir yang membekas dalam di benaknya. Di otaknya. Terutama di hatinya.

“And they live happily ever after…”


I want to understand you, whoever you are. Because you’ve give this magic, and I want the spell last forever. I don’t believe on Fairy Godmother or Tinkerbell, but I believe to whom my heart towards on.
And it towards to you.
I found you.
Finally. (ʃƪ´⌣`) (´⌣`ʃƪ)


I wish you were here with me, but we’re stuck where we are and its so hard, you’re so far. This long distance is killing me

I wish you were here with me, but we’re stuck where we are and its so hard, you’re so far. This long distance is killing me

We never talk because we never tried

Apa yang salah dengan mencoba untuk bicara setelah berpisah sekian lama?

Mencoba untuk berteman lagi, itu bukanlah sebuah dosa. Bukanlah sesuatu yang bisa meruntuhkan ego yang super tinggi, bukanlah aib yang enggan untuk dibuka ke khalayak luas.
Mencoba untuk memulai kembali menjalani lingkar petemanan bukanlah hal yang dapat dipersalahkan.
Aku fikir, itu adalah hal yang dapat dibenarkan.

Pernahkah kamu merasa kehilangan seseorang dan hal tersebut sangat menyakitkan? Bukan hanya mengetahui kenyataan bahwa dia tidak akan lagi selalu ada untukmu, tapi juga harus bersiap menghadapi kenyataan bahwa dia tidak akan mau kembali pada lingkar pertemanan manis denganmu layaknya sedia kala, bahkan berbicara denganmu saja dia enggan….

Hal itu terasa seperti kehilangan dua hal yang sangat penting dalam hidup: kehilangan seseorang yang dikasihi dan kehilangan seorang sahabat. Apalagi jika kalian memulai dari sepasang sahabat yang menghargai satu sama lain. Dan sekarang kalian tidak bisa kembali bercanda, tertawa bersama-sama, atau mencurahkan kegundahan hati masing-masing. Tidak bisa lagi. Hal itu sangat menyakitkan….

Aku bukanlah perempuan yang memiliki maksud tersembunyi. Bahkan aku sendiri tidak tahu bagaimana caranya menjadi seorang perempuan yang memiliki maksud tersembunyi dari semua tindakannya..

Masa dia tidak bisa melihat keinginanku, bahwa kini aku hanya ingin melanjutkan lingkar pertemanan kami? Seorang teman yang benar-benar bisa tertawa,bisa tersenyum, bukan seorang teman - sebuah kata yang hanya sekedar basa-basi, mengingat dia tidak pernah menganggapku sebagai teman. Apalagi sebagai seorang sahabat…

Katanya, seseorang akan mencoba kembali untuk berbicara dengan mantan kekasihnya jika dia sudah benar-benar bisa melanjutkan hidup. Jika dia sudah bisa menemukan orang lain yang bisa mengisi hari-harinya. Jika dia sudah benar-benar yakin bahwa dia tidak akan jatuh cinta lagi dengan mantan kekasihnya…

Sudah berbulan-bulan, sudah ada orang-orang lain, namun kami tetap tidak bisa memulai,walau hanya sebuah rangkaian kata.

Andai saja kita berani mencoba. Mencoba untuk sekedar ucap kata.