tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992630919010335482024-03-05T21:04:01.051+07:00An Avid StargazerPizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-61831201793975992402021-07-21T22:43:00.002+07:002021-07-21T22:43:35.852+07:00Gunting Kuku"Apakah kamu memang selalu membawa gunting kuku?" Tanya seorang laki-laki yang duduk di sampingku.<div><br /></div><div>Tiap orang punya benda yang dipusakakan oleh pikirannya sendiri. Ada yang berbentuk dan tidak. Bisa jadi benda tersebut ada di dalam hatinya, tertancap dalam melukai batinnya hingga terseok-seok ketika harus berlalu. Ada pula yang berbentuk sebuah bising yang menggema di dalam kepalanya, memecah khidmat dan mengeringkan kerongkongannya.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gunting kuku adalah pusakaku. Kadang terbawa, kadang tersimpan rapih di dalam laci kamar kosku. Barang penuh khidmat yang mengheningkan gaung-gaung amarah dalam kepalaku.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Bagaimana bisa jarimu sebegitu terluka? Apakah kamu tak tahu cara menggunakan gunting kuku?" Kembali dia bertanya, seakan hidupnya seperti hidupku.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aku yang dulu gemar menulis cerpen jenaka, sudah tak pandai lagi memintal kisah-kisah indah. Aku yang dulu cakap memotret, sudah tak lagi memiliki fokus yang kokoh. Aku yang ingin menjadi bahagia, kini hanya menjadi aku yang berkelebat menghindari badai. Aku dan seluruh mimpi-mimpiku yang menjadi abu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lantas, ada apa dengan gunting kuku?</div><div><br /></div><div>Gunting kuku yang berbicara padaku, yang memberi kepastian bahwa aku masih hidup dengan darah di lunula kuku. Membuatku lantas sadar harus memendam perih sendiri.</div>Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-14531457016339407232021-07-14T05:40:00.000+07:002021-07-14T05:40:44.278+07:00An Avid Stargazer<p>It's 4:50 AM and my head went back to the day I started blogging–the final year of junior high school. I tried so hard to be cool so I ended up making blog posts on blogger. It has been on and off but I guess okay.</p><p>Sebelum memanjatkan puja dan puji syukur pada Tuhan Yang Maha Esa, sebaiknya saya sisipkan quote yang membuat saya berakhir disini.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><blockquote><p>Hidup yang tidak dikaji, tidak layak dihidupi </p><p>- Socrates</p></blockquote><p></p><p><br /></p><p>My life has been a legit immense joke for the last 8 years. I, somehow, moved to Yogyakarta with no plan and no money. And here is the fun part, I was just trying to run away from everything–friends, family, responsibility, pride, prejudice, everything. My goal was to secure myself and be happy. Now I ended up stuck between everything.</p><p>I had boyfriend and he banished me, like, completely, from his life. I had best friends and they threw me like garbage. My family saw me like I was a failure. My fellow in church bullied me like I was a joke. I feel useless, powerless, weak. Life sucked and I wanted to die.</p><p>Now back to the present tense, aku ingin cerita tentang 'an avid stargazer' and how I ended up using this name for my blog.</p><p>I used to be so in love with the dawn–those intense black marmalade sky with the stars scattered above, they were so pretty. But I was a mess (and I still am now), kinda dark and twisty at the same time, and since I knew it from the start, bagaimana bisa aku yang luluh lantak begin disandingkan dengan bintang-bintang yang terang? I could only look out to the sky and be a stargazer. That's how the 'An Avid Stargazer' born.</p><p>I only had few people around me, dan dari pengalaman aku belajar bahwa semua manusia adalah brengsek–datang sebutuhnya, pergi semaunya, tanpa terkecuali, akupun. I learn so hard that no matter how great you are as a person, as a human, we will be bended and broken.</p><p>Di Yogyakarta, I tend to be quiet and have a hard time making friends because I forgot how. I used to be so famous and welcoming. I guess it's because I was so traumatized I even hurt everyone who got too close to me.</p><p>(OR MAYBE IT'S JUST ME BEING ANNOYING U KNO)</p><p>But my life, my life has been a roller coaster and things were not easy for me as a kid and people just wanna see the good side of the people and that's why I hate them. Because a broken vessel like me won't fit in. They made fun of me, they saw my problem not as big as theirs, they forced me to use their shoes but didn't even take a look at mine. </p><p>My life is never a problem. I am the problem–an avid stargazer.</p><p></p>Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-24527767821691289242017-01-26T19:13:00.003+07:002017-01-26T19:14:58.867+07:00Pada akhirnyaPada akhirnya, entah kapan itu,<br />
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Rasa lelah yang kamu rasa akan menjalar hingga ke jantungmu,</div>
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menggerogoti seluruh sukmamu,</div>
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kemudian hatimu melebur menjadi abu.</div>
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Lalu apa yang tersisa?</div>
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"at once I knew, I was not magnificent."</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-73846899862188720872016-10-04T20:48:00.002+07:002016-10-05T13:11:44.212+07:00Until later, rainy night.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It's a good thing, to know, that you're not a part of today's society. They're just too awful, and heartless too. Everyone walks with their own ego and start ignoring their own circle. Actually, I hate to tell you the truth about this mass of emptiness called society. But you see, it's just me trying to help myself with my own writing and hope you guys read my thought.</div>
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I was sitting in a (let's just call it) bar-chair alone, mingling with my own demon, expecting things to happen so soon. And then, soon enough after I watched the rain pouring down, I started to think about the life itself; a game of living as a human-being, a person who are about to face a true disaster of their own journey. I was thinking about me, stranded somewhere with no one I didn't even know, and how I could save myself in those kind of circumstances; how to get a life.</div>
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The rain stopped pouring when my coffee was finally arrive, and there was me, still sitting next to no one, trying to ignore everything around me completely, and started to think about the future. For me, the afterlife was really not existed. It was just a thought of human who was so desperate of not having a worth-living life. I was drowning too deep with my own thought and I was so in love with it; the idea of a catastrophe that is about to come. So I chose to runaway somewhere I didn't even knew, just to make sure that I was okay.</div>
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So yea, let's have a good coffee and a deep talk until the sun rises again, shall we?</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-15652140837884352402016-09-14T18:29:00.003+07:002016-09-14T18:29:37.412+07:00Bali, August 2016<div style="text-align: justify;">
Last August I spent the whole month traveling alone to Bali, wishing I could just found myself once more. Things were not doing good these whole three months. I was drowning with my own thoughts and I was feeling neglected. But yes, life must go on, so I chose to move on.</div>
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Well, actually all I want to do is post some picture I took while I was there. So, enjoy.</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-19564869229057648812016-02-19T21:21:00.001+07:002016-02-19T21:28:18.129+07:00First IntroductionHello!<br />
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So basically, my post today is going to be me, describing me, and telling you every little aspect of me.</div>
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It's Ezy, well at least people used to call me Ezy back then when I was in high school and I actually kinda like that nick name rather than mine now, but that's okay anyway. I'm 21 years old. Born and raised here in Surabaya and I love this city more than you've ever known. Currently being an undergraduate student majoring cultural & social anthropology. I'm desperately in love with music, especially alt-rock, shoegaze and metal. I spend most of my spare time DIY-ing and playing guitar, or just reading books. Oh! And I also a movie enthusiast. I also have a great family and a lovable boyfriend. I am surrounded by great peoples who have big hearts and great mind. I am so proud with all of them.</div>
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My friends mostly say that I'm not like another. Such a one of a kind. I am not a kind of person who do make-ups everyday, go shopping with girls, do spa and stuffs related with it. I consider myself as a person who love to be smart rather than beautiful. I travel a lot. I spend most of my time wondering and wandering; wondering about what is really going on, and wandering to place I've never been into. I met a lot of cool people. Some of them basically do travel for living, some of them are surfers, divers. I learn a lot from them.</div>
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And also, I have a plan; do a hitch hiking around Java. You guys want to come? Mail me! I'd love to have a person to share the beauty of Java itself.</div>
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I think that's all about me, for another deep talk, you can just simply contact me.</div>
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I still remember the very first time I saw this movie which is like, I don't exactly count it but I guess, two years ago. And from the very first time I saw it, I was so in love! Believe it or not, this movie had that kind of tense you would never imagine. This movie is still listed on my top 100 good-movie-all-the-time.<br />
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This movie tells the story about Andy Dufresne (Tim Robbins) who is accused of his wife's murder and sent to Shawshank Prison to serve his sentences even he tried claiming his innocence. Frank Darabont successfully brought this movie up to the top; not too tough for those who are still new in movie thingy, but not too tender for a movie-enthusiast. The plot was more than I've ever expected from any movie, like, you wouldn't even stop watching it even for a second. The twist was fine but undeniably epic. I treasured every aspect of this movie, and for that, I gave them 8/10.<br />
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And by the way, here is the trailer. Sorry if I put the wrong trailer.<br />
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And as any other great movie, let's move to metacritic.com. They gave this movie 80/100 based on 19 critics and 9.3/10 from imdb.com. From rottentomatoes.com, this movie got 98% of audience score.<br />
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Well, I guess, that's all. Sorry for a bad review and really late post. I just got home anyway. Ehe. So, enjoy your day! Goedenacht!Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-52664990828413021082016-02-02T14:29:00.001+07:002016-02-02T14:29:09.797+07:00Movie Review: Room (2015)<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sorry for a super late posting. I know, I should post something yesterday at first of February, which was Monday and based on my new schedule I should post something about book, maybe a review or a what-to-read-for-February list but I was so tired yesterday since I just got back home from Bali for a research and you have to know that I brought 2 backpack; the small one is about 4 pounds and the big one is about 11 pound. And I had to walk from the bus station to home and it was maybe 3 miles. You can see from here that I was suffering, and tired. And that is my excuse for not posting yesterday.</div>
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So today, I'm going to post a review that very appealing, well at least for me. It's Room, which is directed by Lenny Abrahamson. This film is just undeniably breathtaking for a low-budget movie. The first time I saw it I was like, 'Oh my God, this is definitely a masterpiece for a low-budget movie,' and you will soon know why after you see the movie. It will bring you a lot of thrill, and a feeling you cannot imagine.</div>
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I will not spoil it anyway, not even a single word. The plot is brilliant, also the cinematography. You will definitely in love once you watch it. I'm going to tell you this, I give this film 8/10 at <a href="http://imdb.com/">imdb.com</a>. Please watch the trailer above, and tell me what do you really feel about the movie.</div>
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And by the way, I'm turning 21 last month! Super happy. Thanks for those who sent me birthday greeting. Glad to know you guys for my whole life.</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-81471512084339972162016-01-13T20:47:00.002+07:002016-01-13T20:47:51.776+07:00Get ready for it!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There are plenty of things that stumble across my mind lately. Another post-new year's eve gaze that currently disturbing me, especially about my blog progress. I have told you that I need to raise my blog post to the next level for a lot 'because', which is very very disappointing. I found my blog very boring & super dry for me. So yes, I am now currently working on my blog.</div>
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Based of what I expected, this blog will be ready this February with a very new & fresh contents (I hope). I kinda want this kind of blog that have a proper contents inside it. To make it better, I am now planning for a daily post, monthly post, and so on, and so on.</div>
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So for you guys, be ready for it! I'll see you around very soon.</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-33485143190390144392016-01-02T21:44:00.000+07:002016-01-02T21:44:12.802+07:002/366<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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First, let me congratulate you for passing through 2015 and currently walking on the very beginning of 2016. Congratulations, dear <i>fella'</i>! How was your new year eve? Good? Great. Mine? Well, cannot say a lot but that night was quite good with lots and lots fireworks above that magnificent sky.</div>
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Just so you know that now I am working on this blog so I guess, I might stop to post something random except on a very special occasion or I make a special day to post it. So, yes. There will be a lot of differences in this blog. I found my blog so cheesy and dry, so yes, I should work on it to make it better, no?</div>
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And by the way, here is a picture I took when I was in Bali back then before Christmas.</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-73644624950681408782015-12-10T19:40:00.001+07:002015-12-10T19:40:34.638+07:00So long, December.After a very good months, finally it came to December.<br />
I wonder, what were things I left stoned.<br />
Another twist that would never be solved.<br />
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It's been a great year, 2015.<br />
And finally, I am now standing in the middle of the end of 2015.<br />
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Well I hope you don't even forget me, December.<br />
And let's hope that everything will be alright after you pass through me.<br />
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so long...<br />
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Well, you may think that this post are both bummer & cheesy. But, no, I don't even care I'd just post this post anyway.<br />
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Every person do have their own love story that they just keep to themselves, and part of it, they share it to their friend, or they write it on something, well, I don't know, it might be a diary, or blog, or anything else. So, this morning, I woke up with a big hole in my heart, and I felt like I was so fragile I could just shattered into pieces; I miss him, with his dark brown iris. So I decided, to post this, in <i>bahasa</i>, so he could just read it anyway.<br />
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Hai, selamat siang.<br />
Langit sedang mendung, nih. Mungkin langit tau aku sedang sedih.<br />
Aku kesepian...<br />
Aku rindu kamu yang menyebalkan.<br />
Aku rindu kamu yang tidak bisa berhenti menggerutu.<br />
Aku rindu kamu yang seempuk guling.<br />
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Aku sedih,<br />
iya aku sedih karena kamu.<br />
Aku rindu. Dan rindu ini mulai menyeretku ke dasar lautan.<br />
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Lekas sembuh ya, jaga diri.<br />
Ku doakan kamu selalu dari sini, sebuah sisi kota yang panasnya bak lautan api.<br />
Nikmati Yogyakartamu, sayang.<br />
Lalu pulanglah dengan lapang, nanti.<br />
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Kepada Hamka,<br />
dengarlah.<br />
Aku rindu. Aku rindu hingga aku tenggelam.<br />
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Cheesy? YES! But I don't even care. I miss him I could just die.<br />
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Have a super Sunday you guys.<br />
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x.
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<br />
Here, let me introduce myself.<br />
Me? I'm the most miserable person in the world.<br />
My name? I think you can call me 'no one.'<br />
Despite, life treated me like I was a princess.<br />
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I want to tell you a story,<br />
about a person, who are so acceptable,<br />
yet she can't even define herself.<br />
She put herself into a lethal failure.<br />
Another story, about a long journey she had been through the whole years.<br />
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There, she put a high expectation for herself in a blank canvas.<br />
Where she thought that someone would just accepted her as who she was.<br />
And here is the epic ending,<br />
she is now nothing.<br />
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A broken pieces of futile human-being;<br />
there you go, another desperation.<br />
But yes, nobody wants to understand.<br />
No one help.<br />
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A perfect getaway?<br />
Perhaps, she has to let her dream goes away.<br />
And start her life once again,<br />
find another piece of happiness that, I don't know,<br />
either it lost or just taken away from her.<br />
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See?<br />
There are nothing left, between her and her stories.<br />
She burned her memories.<br />
And let it turned to be ashes.<br />
Disappearing as if it was worthless.<br />
And now,<br />
She walks. All by herself.<br />
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The End.<br />
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This week, has been too exhausting.<br />
Actually, I wonder, where the last time I lost my self,<br />
because things were not so good apparently,<br />
and I don't know.<br />
Perhaps, I have to go somewhere nobody knows,<br />
so that I can just be alone,<br />
and think about me, completely.<br />
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Yes, I need to runaway somewhere.<br />
So that I can destroy this kind of feelings.<br />
Because these things, are haunting me.<br />
And yes, this is not good.<br />
I can't even write something beautiful right now.<br />
My mind is full of thoughts,<br />
and yet, I cannot define what it is.<br />
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I remember, once, someone said that love is the only thing we could hold when life seemed so miserably unfair and utterly sucks.<br />
Yes, that was just so true.<br />
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I once that broken-hearted little girl,<br />
sitting next to the empty room,<br />
trying to figure things up,<br />
alone.<br />
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Where was anybody?<br />
Where were you?<br />
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It was so empty,<br />
I was a dead person walking around the city,<br />
hoping that someone would saw me,<br />
and just sat next to me,<br />
with a cup of cold and bare coffee.<br />
I was so numb.<br />
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And then,<br />
I met this boy,<br />
With his dark-brown eyes,<br />
and black hair,<br />
with a nice smile–the nicest smile I've ever seen.<br />
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Oh this boy,<br />
he asked me to stay.<br />
Oh this boy,<br />
he was staring at me,<br />
with that fierce stare ever.<br />
He asked me to dance with him,<br />
forever.<br />
And I said,<br />
"why not?"<br />
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Until now, we are holding each other,<br />
hoping that our love will last.<br />
Yes, I'm a fucked up kid, with a miserable life.<br />
And you just saved me.<br />
Thank you, for loving me.<br />
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It's 1 A.M and here I am, sitting next to my room's window, wondering if I can just slowly disappear like I used to be.<br />
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I remember the really first time I blog, and my first ever post, with a super bad English and wishing that someone would just simply scroll it down and never ever mention my bad grammar like frikin seriously I wasn't this good. I remember how it felt to write something that maybe, some other thought that it was just a writing. But not for me.<br />
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Then, what kind of story I should post tonight, by the way? Ah! I know. I'd just simply posted something that I used to say to Endra. That will be better anyway since I consider myself as a lucky bastard who win every fucking game I want to play.<br />
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<i>You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or she made you felt so good with your miserable life. But you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love the most.</i></blockquote>
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- Grey's Anatomy </blockquote>
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Exciting? No. I just broke up. Like yes, it's not the really first post where I mention myself as an epic fail partner, yes? But it might be the best. I'm sure it is. Because we both getting better and better walking in a different path. And yes, why not be happy anyway? I found someone else that makes me happy a lot, that will simply call me when I need someone to talk to, someone who listen. And him? He found someone better too, that will always watched him the way I couldn't be. A girl that maybe fall for him over years and years and years. I'm glad!<br />
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Finally, it came to an end that we both (not we both, I myself) decided to end this fail relationship. We both tired and we both couldn't even save our commitment. That was fine. Because the most important thing right now is we both happy in our own way. That's good. That's better.<br />
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And by the way,<br />
Dear you, Hamka. Thank you, for being my wonderwall. I don't even know either you read this post or not but, thank you. Like I always say, thank you for accepting someone who think that she is worthless. Thank you for supporting me whatever happen. Thank you for giving in when my ego get its best. Thank you for loving me as who I am, who I was and who I will be. I never want to grow old with you. I mean, why should we? Let's grow young together instead!<br />
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x
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Karena yang baik akan berpulang ketika yang jahat telah menjadi pecandu pada dia yang baik.</div>
Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-80273965573119180432015-05-31T12:52:00.001+07:002015-05-31T12:52:50.377+07:00Happy Birthday<i>Well, it's been 11 days late to post, but I post it anyway.</i><br />
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Been a great journey with you; every second of it was amazed me. Months are passed, hence my love getting bigger and bigger despite a lot of fights and disappointments. Been a great journey with you, and nothing else matter for me. It amazed me; how this thing could ever work out.</div>
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There, eleven days ago was your special day. You may think that it wasn't really special, or perhaps you think that I forgot that day. Hey, you turned 21! I was so happy for you! God has been so good to you that you're now 21 years old and currently being an undergraduate student.</div>
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There, your journey will getting bigger and harder. I believe you are ready for whatever comes on your way later. Watch yourself out, have a good and sincere company so that you can be whoever you are and share anything you want to share. Take a look a little further, dear. Have yourself lost somewhere you don't know. Get drunk. Be happy. Love hard.</div>
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I think there is no proper happy birthday now since you're so good and lovable person I've ever met. This posting should be all I could ever give to you. And that notebook, of course. And that seven special days accompany. Happy birthday, love. I wish I could give you more. Happy, happy birthday! :)</div>
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Halo, birka!</div>
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Selamat ulang tahun lebih sebelas hari!</div>
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Maaf sudah menjadi pribadi yang menjengkelkan beberapa bulan ini. Tentu saja aku pernah membuat kamu marah, kecewa. Katakanlah aku memang egois, paling tidak aku berusaha supaya apa yang aku berikan adalah yang terbaik versiku.</div>
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Maaf sudah menjadi pribadi yang merepotkan dan membuatmu khawatir terus menerus.</div>
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Selamat ulang tahun lebih sebelas hari! Semoga kamu semakin tangguh dan kuat. Semoga kamu menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik kedepannya.</div>
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<i>ik hou van jou.</i></div>
Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-63770468693367683532015-04-29T18:19:00.000+07:002015-04-29T18:25:08.337+07:00That Damaging Day<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I simply don't believe that I am now 20 because I know, more or less, I sometime am being so awkwardly uncommon. And I wonder, do I even be considered as a good lover?</div>
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Well then, judge me while you can.</div>
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This week, I've been tortured by my own feelings. I basically that type of person who is easy to get mad and emotionally screwed up. I can't say that I'm such a weird person, but well you can decide. I mean, I don't even care what people really think about me. I believe that someday, that super-right person will simply loves me the way I am.</div>
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I don't even know what I wrote today. But I'm telling you babe, I'm sad. And I want to just disappear until, well, I don't know.</div>
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And I'm sorry if you, my reader, find that this post is basically emotionally retarded or somehow bother you a lot.<br />
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Does everything make me cynical?</div>
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Good night.<br />
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-43166956305858668492015-04-07T08:05:00.003+07:002015-04-07T08:05:47.877+07:00Clean getaway, fresh start. Bon voyage!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hi. It's been a half of year and more since the last time I blogged here at http://chellocleiico.blogspot.com and I miss all of my entries here so I guess, it's time to open this blog again. And yes, welcome back!</div>
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I haven't tell you that I'm about to re-build my life again. These past few months in 2015 was so glorious indeed. I was signing up some programs, continuing my study about anthropology which is quiet hard because I just realised that anthropology is just so big, but yes, I enjoy it a lot, especially this semester. And I finally moved on after a very good fought with myself for almost a year. Epic, no?</div>
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Things are doing so well these days. I finally can gather with people who wants to grow even better, focus with my study, do some project, and (currently) look for part-time job as a content writer. Moreover, I finally can travel a bit further than I was, and I finally can proclaim myself as a solo-backpacker, which is wicked cool.</div>
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And the greatest thing that I know is, I am now infinite, and I will grow stronger and stronger, push myself a bit harder, a bit further. I think the credit should goes to you, considering you're the one who broke me into pieces, I am now I really am. Nevertheless, thank you, for stood up for me.</div>
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I am no longer Pizi, remember?</div>
Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-31143632163257831302014-08-19T23:40:00.000+07:002014-08-19T23:40:24.348+07:00Surfing<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"This is the spirit of surfing, it's inside one of everyone of us, all we have to do is wake it up!", </i><i>Kelly Slater, Pro Surfer.</i></div>
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I do believe that living in a free will is the best part of our lives so far. I do believe that people can just turn around and dream big, hold it tight and make it happen. And I do believe that our lives will be perfect if all we really do is chasing our own mavericks.</div>
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I can't stop the idea of surfing. It has been months since the last time I surf and I'm kind of missing those feelings; walk above the waves, get drown into the sea and out of the water, paddle the surfboard, sing until the sun setting. It's just the really time when I can break free.</div>
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Human is just a human if they doesn't even have something to hold onto. Some of us just hold our aims back. But life is too beautiful to be just fine.</div>
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So I guess it is the perfect time for me to chase my maverick again. It's time for me to get back to the sea and ride my waves again. It's the really perfect time for me to burn and lock my memories of my brain and be the really best part of me again.</div>
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Because all I really want to do is surfing, ride my waves and enjoy it till I get waste.</div>
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Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-16934115392405253042014-08-02T00:06:00.001+07:002014-08-02T00:06:31.036+07:00KediriI was traveling to my mother hometown. And yes, I just bought a new gear (because I lost my Canon DSLR 600D) and apparently, as I've ever mentioned before, taking picture is my runaway.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">siblings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vakantie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>bilik bamboe</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a half makro</td></tr>
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I'm in a runaway. Yes, yes I am.</div>
Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-68587399195593116052014-07-21T08:54:00.000+07:002014-07-21T08:54:51.450+07:00I believe after I can get through this phase, I can just sit back and let the universe drives me through the dark.Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-5190375131724641382014-07-16T23:29:00.003+07:002014-07-16T23:29:52.494+07:00Another Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am one step closer.</div>
Pizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092654783030133262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099263091901033548.post-37734339377383057252014-07-10T11:29:00.001+07:002014-07-10T11:29:46.739+07:00Goodbye<div style="text-align: justify;">
I was planning another flight to Berlin two months ago for another long trip, but then the plan was changed.</div>
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This week will be the last time I stay in Surabaya. I planned to move to Yogyakarta next week for another journey. I resigned from the last uni I've been into. Things were not doing well there, so I decided to move to another uni (which is, in this case, in Yogyakarta) and decided to took another major; design.</div>
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There are a lot to take, this week might be the last time I meet my friends. And yet, I wonder how it feel to be all alone in another city and live with that.</div>
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I wonder, a lot.</div>
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