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Catatan Cerita Masa Lalu

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Beberapa hal menarik yang saya temukan, dan pernah terlupakan.

lagi KACAU ! :'(

29 July 2009 at 17:37
Aku ingin pergi jauh sekali
Ke tempat terasing dan sendiri
Tanpa kata teman dan persahabatan
Tanpa kata keluarga dan kekerabatan
Hanya ada kata aku, diriku, dan kesendirianku

Aku ingin pergi jauh, jauh sekali
Hidup terasing dan sendiri
Tanpa ada lawan atau musuh
Tanpa ada kamu, dia, atau mereka
Yang ada hanya aku dengan keegoisan dan keangkuhanku

Tapi, kemanakah aku pergi ?

Dunia ini sudah penuh
Tak ada ruang untukku sendiri

Kalau begitu aku MATI saja!
Dan terkubur bersama keegoisan dan keangkuhanku



saat emosi mendera jiwa, api amarah membara, dan nafsu menguasai raga, segala kebaikan seakan terhapus, menyisakan sebuah tanya,'mengapa Tuhan begitu tak adil ?' yang keluar dari mulut~mulut serakah dan tak tahu terima kasih oleh makhluk bernama manusia
Facebook: 2009


Demonstrasi bukan lagi wadah penyaluran aspirasi & pendapat rakyat, tapi telah menjadi ajang keanarkisan para psikopat yang mengatasnamakan kepentingan rakyat!
Facebook: 9 Dec 2009


Once upon a time, there was a girl who obsessed and addicted to dream.
For her, dream is her drug, her second world.
She could find everything she wanted and she never felt sadness or dissapointed everytime she slept and played in her dream.
When reality seemed so boring and flat, she went to sleep and had beautiful dream.
Everything's still okay and she still could touch the ground even when she slept, she dream and fly too high.
Untill someday, she fell in love with a guy she never met before... In her dream!
She never felt this way before. Everytime she woke up after met him in her dreams, her heart was broken.
So she tried so hard to find him in her reality. But she never find his figure in every single guy that he met in her reality.
She couldn't handle her feeling anymore when her guy asked her to stay with him and leave the reality.
She, who fell too deep into his love, decided to stay with him........
She closed her eyes to left the reality forever......
But when she opened her eyes in her dream......
What she got was just.... Black... Black... An empty creepy space full of black without light!
She trapped in her dream... Trapped in her imaginary love... In a cold and empty heart... She just cried in the middle of black...
Twitter: 2 Sept 2012

Once, there was a perfect couple. They had a romantic love life and their love for one another was so deep.
Their favourite moment to share was watching the twilight rainbow in a high land, just two of them.
But, everytime they watch the rainbow, the girl always feel like her man was not there.
In her man's eyes, she catch something that she'd never got from the way her man looked at her.
Everytime her man stare at the rainbow, she felt like she was left alone. And it hurts.
"What happened to me? Why am I so jealous with... Rainbow?" asked the girl to herself.
She tried to threw away that uncomfortable and out of logic feeling but she couldn't.
"What am I supposed to do? Should I be the rainbow so he would look at me that way?"
Stupid thought but she was fell in love too deep so she decided to do anything for her love...
Eventhough it means she had to leave her life and being the rainbow.
She prayed to the God that she wanted to be the rainbow so she could get an indescribable stare from her man.
God accepted her pray. God made her death then brought her soul into one of the rainbow's colour.
Now, she was the rainbow. And she got what she wanted. Her man always looked at her the way that she loved.
Is she happy?
No. She get more pain and regret.
She realized, stay beside him is much better than being something admirable for him but couldn't be the loved ones.
Cause being the loved ones and being the admirable thing is different.
Twitter: 3 Sept 2012

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