Thursday, November 29, 2018

Tentang Memori yang Ditinggalkan

Pernah ndak berpikir bagaimana orang akan mengingat kamu kalau suatu hari nanti kamu pergi jauh?
Pergi jauh dalam artian resign dari kantor yang lama atau malah pergi ke tempat jauh yang sesungguhnya?
Apakah mereka yang ditinggalkan akan mengenang kamu dengan semua kebaikan dan humor yang sering kamu lontarkan? Atau justru diam-diam bersyukur kamu pergi?

Jika boleh jujur, saya sering sekali memikirkan hal ini. Tentang bagaimana saya bersikap pada teman-teman, pekerjaan, dan lingkungan sekitar. Seandainya saya pergi nanti, apakah mereka akan membicarakan hal-hal buruk tentang saya; betapa diamnya saya jika mereka sedang bercanda, betapa tidak memiliki inisiatifnya saya dalam suatu acara, atau betapa menyebalkannya saya. Saya ingin tahu,  sangat ingin tahu, seperti apakah saya akan dikenang kelak. 

Jika ingin memberikan pembelaan, saya diam karena saya tidak merasa bercandaan tertentu lucu atau karena mengambil inisiatif bukan hal yang biasa saya lakukan. 

I'm an empath, not an initiator. 
But again, most people just constantly think that an initiator is the best kind of person living on this earth.

Di kantor saya saat ini, people come and go. And I've heard so many trash talks about them. Well, I cannot help but to think how they'd talk about me when I'm gone. Di satu sisi, tentu saja saya ingin dikenang dengan semua hal baik. Di sisi lain, tentu saja saya sadar bahwa diri ini sangat jauh dari kata baik. Karena orang yang benar-benar baik tidak pernah menganggap dirinya sendiri baik, right?

Namun pada akhirnya, kesimpulan yang bisa saya ambil hanyalah agar kita terus berusaha untuk menjadi orang baik. Susah? Tentu saja. Nilai kebaikan bagi setiap orang tidak pernah sama, I do believe that. Jika bagi saya terlihat baik, belum tentu bagi kamu pun begitu. Tapi satu yang pasti, Pencipta kita memberikan nurani bukan dengan percuma. Believe and rely on it. After that, let it go. Karena penilaian manusia tidak pernah dan tidak akan pernah seragam, tergantung nilai masing-masing yang mereka anut. 

Once you did something you think is right, leave it as it is. Forget and let it go. Do another kindness.

Semoga dengan begitu, memori-memori yang kita tinggalkan nantinya hanyalah memori baik untuk dikenang.
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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Kesedihan-Kesedihan yang Tidak Memiliki Hulu

Pernahkah pada satu atau beberapa titik dalam hidupmu kamu menjadi sedih tanpa sebab?

Kesedihan yang dipicu oleh satu baris kalimat dari sebuah buku yang sedang kamu baca atau satu bait lirik dari lagu yang sedang kamu dengar?

Saya selalu merasa kesedihan macam ini diam-diam memakan saya dari dalam. Bayangkan saja, kamu tiba-tiba merasa matamu panas di bus, halte, atau tempat umum lainnya karena matamu melihat sesuatu, membaca sebuah kalimat, atau mungkin mendengar lagu yang syairnya langsung membawa sebuah memori. Memori dari masa lalu, yang tidak bisa diulang kembali, entah karena waktu atau orang yang terlibat di dalamnya sudah tidak pernah sama lagi. Peristiwa yang hanya bisa diputar dengan mengandalkan daya ingat dan kekuatan perasaan yang terlibat. Peristiwa yang telah menjadi kenangan. Kemudian kamu menjadi lelah dan ingin segera sampai rumah, menuju kasur tempatmu rebah. Sementara waktu sibuk mencari cara menyembunyikan mata yang telah basah.

Kesedihan-kesedihan ini hadir tiba-tiba. Ikut serta dengan hujan yang turun rintik, dengan sepatu usang milik seorang bapak tua yang tidak sengaja kamu lihat kelelahan di pinggir jalan, juga dengan rangkaian kata-kata yang hadir acak di hadapan. 

Jenis kesedihan yang tidak memiliki awal dan akhir. 
Datang tanpa izin juga pergi tanpa pamit.

Kesedihan yang mungkin berfungsi sebagai penguji hati; apakah sudah mati?
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

her.

i saw her again today. 
hair in ponytails, simple denim jacket, black trousers, blue backpack, navy Converse. i’ll bet shades of blue as her favorite color.
she always stands there, at the very same spot, leaning to the last pole of the platform.
earbuds on, ipod in her pocket. 
sometimes i stand close enough to know that she smells of popcorn. the ones with caramel.
other times i watch her from afar, watching her lips form some syllables that’s greatly possible a song from her playlist.
she always hops on the same train, the train on which i hop too. the ten to six train, in the morning.

today, i hop on the same car of the train. she was right beside me. 
i could smell the caramel aroma. sweet and got me bewitched.
i could see the little mole behind her ear. someone ever said a person whose mole behind ears is a good listener. i wonder if she is one.
i could eavesdrop the song she’s listening. call it dreaming by iron and wine.
i love the song.i love the way universe conspires for us to stand side by side. although not hand in hand. at least, not yet.
and i may fall in love with her. somewhere in the middle of this ride. or someday when i no longer find her in my sight.

or perhaps i already did. 
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him.

that broad but not so broad shoulders.
that short black hair. 
that folded long-sleeve black shirt. 
that black-framed specs.
i don’t know since when my eyes started to realize his existence. perhaps just today, yesterday, or the day before yesterday.
my eyes always wander around, observe here and there, until they stop there. at the corner where he stands. just like that.
even until i will undoubtedly believe that he has invisible magnets within him.
he holds a book with dark cover.

the train is about to arrive. 
i shift my eyes to the direction from where it’s coming.
a smell of cedar wood suddenly creeps into my nose. 
i glance around only to find him standing behind me.
then i hop on the car. he hops after. standing in my right side.
i can smell him as clear as today’s sky. i feel intoxicated. no guy ever smells this good before.
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. i can read the book’s title now that it’s within my eyesight.

“hmm, sorry? you got some tissues left on your forehead.” he suddenly speaks, touching his own forehead.
i stammer at those sudden words, mirroring his action in reflex. “ah? thanks.”
he nods, smiling. a smile so soft that could make every heart flutters.

i don’t fall for someone easily.
but when i do, i fall hard.

with no caution and question.
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Monday, September 10, 2018

New Life, New You

It might be true that whenever you plan to start something new, you gotta be the new you.

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Hi! A month passed without any post. Not because I don't have anything to write, but it's because I have too many things to write.

It's September 10 and one of my long-lost twin brother just got married yesterday. It's one emotional ride though. We're close enough that somehow I feel like I could relate to him in many ways. When he first told me that he's going to marry, I was taken aback and had to make sure that it's real. Him being him that I knew all this time wouldn't decide to marry this soon. But he has changed

How could I know that he did? Because I feel it. From the way we communicate, his choice of words, and his way of thinking. I believe in written words so strong that I perceive someone's personality and feeling through it. I blurted it out though, saying he's gotten wiser than ever.

A willing of change, is one thing I marked most from this time. You got to take a deeper risk, learn something new, and then got a bigger result. Just like how he dared asking his girlfriend (now wife) to marry him, he should have learnt how to be a good and responsible husband for her. The reason itself varies from one individual to another though. His might be due to jealousy and remorse, mine and yours might be due to a shocking event? A random encounter? Or we'd share the same reason as him? We'd never know.

The only thing I think I realize is you have to change if you'd like to have a new life. Because it's greatly possible that the old you could no more accomodate the new challenges which tagged along. And this, only means a change to be a better version of you.
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Friday, July 6, 2018

s.y.u.k.u.r

Telah hidup kita, puluhan tahun lamanya
Namun coba tanya, seberapa sering diri ini bahagia?

Telah bertemu kita, dengan puluhan orang
Namun coba tanya, berapa banyak yang membantu masalah hilang?

Telah jatuh kita, menggoreskan ratusan luka
Namun coba tanya, berapa banyak luka yang sembuh hanya dengan pelukan saja?

Dengan semua hal tersebut, bersyukur menjadi mutlak
Agar hidup tidak terjebak kemiskinan telak

Syukur hanya sebuah kata
Namun mewujudkannya dalam tindakan nyata
Butuh usaha ekstra

Sering kita bilang bersyukur
Namun nyatanya diri tetap terpekur
Meratapi harapan yang dipaksa terkubur

Kau tau kenapa?
Karena penyakit hati tidak pandang usia

Bibir berkata ikhlas
Namun hati menyumpah pedas

Ayo belajar bersyukur
Agar luasnya hati tak lagi dapat diukur
Si penulis pun juga ikut menegur
Dirinya yang sering alpa dalam tutur
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Thursday, May 24, 2018

Assassination Classroom (Ansatsu Kyoushitsu) Review


Hiiii! I'm back with another anime review! Gotta be short anyway since this is mostly slice of life genre in my opinion that I can't tell you much how it progressed over time. It's been a while since I watched this, actually. But somehow I need longer time to recover from the impact lol. I'm one of those people who refused to watch this high-ranked anime because of not-so-reassuring visual's character. It's until one of my newest acquaintance said that it was a super good anime with emotional moral value. And there was I, giving it a shot. It made me fell head over heels and "battered" after watching. How can I not when it's sooo angsty that I cried almost an hour long for the last 3 episodes. My eyes got swollen and sure was I exhausted. What a girl.

This anime tells about a special class with most low-ranked kids in a school who are asked to kill an alien, a smart alien at that. This weird alien that seems to come out of nowhere moves with Mach 20 velocity and yellow-colored with some tentacles turns out to be a great educator. It educates the kids better than the real teachers are. This alien called Kuro-sensei. He believes that his students are all great persons with their own special talents. Days passed with their attempt to kill their teacher. While they are at it, they gain new knowledges and learn how to appreciate themselves and people in their surrounding more. There are also some back stories for how this alien became an alien. In the end, they succeed the mission with helluva tears. God damn it I'm gonna weep again. Oh welp, I'm totally recommending this to you!

After Taste : Too much onions. I'm crying my tears and heart out. It's soooo heartwarming but funny and witty and I surely don't mind watching it again in the future.

Best Part : "You've come so far, class." Kuro-sensei said in the end. Damn. Just a line and I broke into tears. Many outstanding and lesson-learned kind of dialogues. And of course the chemistry of the class was no jokes that you'll have many pairings to end up together. Here are some screenshots!






Bonus: my boi, Akabane Karma!

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