JOE IS DYING

Kita keseringan ngawinin kata cinta dengan panasnya pipi saat diperhatikan org yg spesial, atau saat jantung berdebar keras seperti ingin mendobrak rusuk. Tapi, gimana dengan cinta yang memberi makanan ke orang-orang yang lapar? Cinta yang rela bangun jauh lebih pagi untuk mempersiapkan sarapan demi keluarganya? Gimana dengan Cinta yang keukeuh bikin film tentang pinguin karena ekosistem binatang tersebut hampir kandas dibakar matahari? Masa Cinta hanya diperuntukan untuk Rangga? Bagaimana dengan Sang suam; Lukman Sardi? 7/24 dan AADC 2: Ketika cinta harus memilih Cinta itu datang dalam berbagai wujud, sulit diukur dan sulit dikotak-kotakan. Mungkin karena cinta tidak perlu di deskripsikan, dihitung, atau di masukan ke box. Wong, dirasakan dan dijalani saja sudah bisa membuat orang setengah gila... Apalagi jika dilafalkan dan dikategorikan. Cinta itu ibarat tugas yang berat. Tugas untuk melihat obyek lain seperti kita melihat diri sendiri. PR untuk belajar menyayangi orang ...

I just went through my blog feeds when I realized that most of my indonesian blogger friends are no longer blogging. For some, life happens and life needs not to be recorded in words but felt through the finger tips of their beings. This blog, however old it might be, has kept a lot of my stories regardless of its importance to me. I've changed language from english back to indonesian, then switch it up some more depending on my mood. I've wrote in celebration, in tears, in my nerdiness, and more often now, in my sudden mellowness. I've become increasingly aware of its small pool of readers, but also grew open to be as candid as I dare to be. Regardless, the blog may not have a scheduled post, but you can be sure that I will keep on writing as long as the blog is properly hosted. It'll be awesome if you can speak and read both languages I write in, but if not, you're not missing much if you google the translations. A little exciting update.. I'm no in an e...

Malam tadi gua terbangun dari sebuah mimpi yang biasanya masuk ke kategori mimpi indah gue. Kalau mimpi ini terjadi di hari-hari normal, gua bakal mencoba tidur lagi, dan melanjutkan mimpi itu. Tapi, malem kemarin bukan malam biasanya. Gua lagi ditengah kebimbangan yang cukup prolonged. Biasalah, soal hidup, dan pilihan-pilihan yang tersedia disana. Susahnya, mimpi yang terjadi malam barusan, dibintangi oleh sebuah pilihan yang sudah gua buang jauh-jauh dari planner hidup gua. Laki-laki itu manggil gua "yang" sambil kita jalan-jalan sore. Gua juga dengan segenap pikiran jernih merangkul lengannya. Ngak bohong, buat seorang dengan love language touch kaya gua, rasa itu enak banget. Tapi beberapa detik kemudian, hati gua berteriak, membangunkan imajinasi organik ini dengan tonjokan rasa kecewa. Kembali teringat kalimat seperti: otak lo, hati lo mungkin kuat. Tapi tubuh lo lemah. #petjah abis ngak? Kemungkinan, saat itu jam 3 atau 4 pagi. Yang jelas, akhirnya gua terja...

Visit the game: http://jokowi.site.my.id/ The thing with Jokowi is that he's got the youngsters going. He's the closest face of hope from a sea of untrustworthy politicians. To say that he's going to "Selamatkan Indonesia" is quite a hyperbole, in my cynical mind. Cause, it would take an army of believers to do that. One army that would stand for everything that he's doing, and actually goes to action with him. One united army of indonesians, who love their country and could see beyond what it looks like now. We need someone who can capture that hope of a new Indonesia. Someone who can actually do the things he was tasked with. Who is both capable as well as intelligent at it. Whose work will not end after 4 years, but will be continued by his successor. At the end of the day, that man should be able to capture the aspirations of his people, and has to have a history of listening to the people, and doing what is best for them openly and transpare...

Alright, we've survived the half point, kids! It's been 7 months since we touched down Jakarta, and as you all have read we haven't necessarily survived without a scratch. But alas, we pressed on and here we are! Maybe you want to hear an update on life thus far.. (since I left you off with such a disheartening post a month ago) But I shall not speak of my life on this post. Rather, I shall talk about my huuurrr (read: hair). Notice: When I talk about my hair, my inner black-diva takes over. So, be prepared,  huney . #CurlsDontCare As you know, I am a proud owner and flaunter of muh curly hair. I've never spoken about this subject before here, but those who've known me personally will attest that I take extra care of my gorgeous crown. Fluff fluff. However, ever since moving back to Jakarta, I had to re-figure my hair. My hair is dry and often frizzy. It couldn't last me 3 days, it definitely has lost its previous definition. My guess is that Jakarta...