Mood Schmood

what hi school is all about

2012-02-19T00:37:00.003+08:00

arrogances. ignorances. heartbreaks. unsaid feelings. procrastinations. growing up. bitch-slaps. competitions. sycophancies. curiosities. gone AWOL. fake smiles. unhealthy foods & beverages. recklessness. restlessness. insomnias. lunch-boxes. teacher's angers. prestige-demanding school. sleeplessness. youth wasting. smelly toilets. popular bitches. popular dude-bitches. existences. back-stabs. grammar errors. uniforms. flag ceremonies. throat shoving. teenage romances. geeks bullying. heavy bags. thick books. forgotten formulas. hi-achievers. ambitious kids. suicidal tendencies. bad scores. self-loathing. self-motivating. boasters. concert goers. cheats. games. math&sciences. humiliations. mockeries. enemies. trophies. field trips. inappropriate sayings. after-school activities. certificates. laboratories. grayness. unhappiness.

that moment when life gives you lemons

2012-02-15T19:41:00.002+08:00

i just wanted to tell you that i have told Life that i loved it when it gave me lemons. because a lemon is not enough to throw me back down, neither are a jillion lemons. and i have told Life that if it ever gave me lemons again, i would squash it on the juicer then drink it then when the amount is big enough to make a lemon juice company, i would surely make one with all the pools of lemonade and then i would make it to the cover of famous magazines with exquisitely yay-face photos of me standing in front of my lemon juice company for the achievement i'd get at being the first man in universe to have converted lemonade into gasoline.

you see, Life? the lemons you gave don't bother me, at all. don't bother us, at all. we'll always know how to make the most out of your lemons, and for heaven's sake, the lemons are free gift away stuffs!

and i love free stuffs.

Sudut Pandang

2012-02-06T21:32:00.002+08:00

Saya sangat kecewa mendapati perilaku orang-orang yang seharusnya saya hormati, jauh sekali dari apa yang saya anggap sebagai pantas dihormati. Orang-orang yang seharusnya saya hormati tidak akan memelas di status Facebook (bayangkan, status Facebook!) lalu marah-marah karena diminta untuk mengubah kebiasaan lama yang buruk menjadi kebiasaan yang lebih baik. Orang-orang yang saya hormati seharusnya tidak bersikap seakan-akan paling benar dengan segala permainan pikiran dengan kata-kata kasar sok tajam yang memperlihatkan betapa visioner-nya mereka, namun yang saya tangkap dari apa yang mereka bilang visioner adalah bahwa mereka berpikir dengan kotoran yang sudah diolah dari yang mereka makan pagi itu, yang lalu dibersihkan petugas kebersihan dan dibuang ke pembuangan akhir. Orang-orang yang saya hormati seharusnya bisa melihat dari segala sudut pandang dan tak lantas marah-marah terhadap persoalan di mana mereka sendiri tidak tahu intisarinya dan keseluruhan duduk permasalahannya. Orang-orang yang saya hormati seharusnya bisa diajak merubah pikiran yang selalu ingin disejahterakan menjadi mensejahterakan orang lain. Orang-orang yang saya hormati seharusnya tidak berpikiran sempit, karena mereka selayaknya malu pada langit yang terbuka begitu luas tapi tidak pikiran mereka.

Orang-orang yang saya hormati itu seharusnya masih bisa saya panggil guru-guru saya di Sekolah Menengah, tapi saya tidak yakin saya bisa memanggil mereka dengan sebutan itu lagi.

Guru-guru yang dulu saya kenal tidak pernah berpikiran serendah itu.

Atau berkelakuan serendah itu.

fuqyea bitches

2012-01-23T02:57:00.002+08:00

even to define them bitches won't be enough to personally describe how bitch-like they are.

i mean, they're even worse than the term bitch itself.

the worst bitches are the worst of the worst world of worst bitches.

they're like these dogs who fucked cheap whores and even that is way better than them.

pardon the language, i'm in a total hate.

a total hate.

a loath so hard myself get burned.

hate. i fuckin hate you fuckin bitches.

yea fuck. you fuck.

fuck fuck fuck fuckety fuck fuck.

if they want me ;)

2012-01-03T23:59:00.007+08:00

if i could do just one near perfect thing,
i'd be happy.
they'd write it on my grave,
or when they scattered my ashes.
on second thoughts,
i'd rather hang around
and be there
with my best friend,
if she wants me.

Belle & Sebastian - If She Wants Me

naga

2011-12-31T15:01:00.003+08:00

AKAKAKAKAKAKAAKAKAKKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

WUAHAHAHAHWUAHUWAHWUAHHAUWHAHAHAA

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAUHAHUAHAHAHWHWHA

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

gatau, jangan tanya. rasanya mau ketawa parah.

jadi gini...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHHHHHH

HHHHAAAAAAAAAAHAUWHAUAHWUAHWUAHWUAHWAHA

WAKAKAKAKAKKAKAAKKAKAAKKAAKKAA

HUAHUWAHUWAHUWHAUWAUWUAWUHA

/colek yang ngomongin terompet naga di linimasa/

brief announcement

2011-12-26T03:10:00.003+08:00

well... just in case you look down at your super mainstream BlackBerry-s and could not find my name on your BlackBerry Messenger, don't even bother to search my name because, yeah, I DON'T HAVE ONE, AND WON'T HAVE ANY BLACKBERRY-S for some times later in my hand and just because i don't have one doesn't mean I CAN'T AFFORD ONE, so you can stop underestimating me for not having what you have, i guess. there's a whole lot difference between won't have one and can't have one. i can but i won't. just... stop bragging about anything, will ya? stop leaving out everybody without BlackBerry-s, will ya?

P.S.

not having any BBMs but sure having an iMessage, just send any iMessage you want to silmikaf@live.com

lesson learned

2011-12-25T18:51:00.003+08:00

do not ever, ever, refuse any first offers.

because you don't know whether tomorrow has a better offer or has not.

si tukang pamer

2011-12-23T00:06:00.003+08:00

ada yang salah saat kamu liat orang yang kamu kenal dengan beberapa prestasi gak punya kerjaan lain selain nginget-nginget prestasinya itu, terus pamer ke orang-orang tentang gimana hebatnya dia. sementara kamu udah liat orang lain dengan prestasi yang lebih, lebih, jauh lebih keren daripada orang itu, ngomong tentang prestasinya aja gak pernah padahal kamu tau banget kalo prestasinya itu pasti bakal bikin orang seluruh Brazil sirik sama dia. tapi dia tetep diem aja loh.

iya kan, pasti ada yang salah sama yang suka pamer itu.

same old, same old

2011-12-22T04:49:00.005+08:00

life hit me hard before i realized.

you know that strange feeling, when you're in such crowded place with such nice and crowded vibes who dig things the same way as you, but deep in the heart you're so spaced out and out of place and... alone?

that happens to me quite often recently. i don't know what life wanted me to know about, i don't know reasons why it put me in this trapping feeling, i don't know what life tried to teach me, and i don't know what on earth does it take to be the one not feeling it.

i feel like whenever i tried to push the button out, the whole world was conspiring against me and they pushed the button in, and then i would feel like such a community trash whom the world itself throw to the deepest valley.

maybe it's about growing older. maybe growing older means we lost a couple of friends who used to be our closest. maybe growing older means struggling alone in every hard times and not having anyone to whine about our hard times. maybe growing older just simply means that life is not as good as we imagined it to be. that life sucks. that life is a stupid can where everybody's trapped and poisoned by some words like "You'll Never Walk Alone" when in the end the only thing you could see on all those darkened roads you passed is your shadow. that life is a lie and growing older is the process where we finally reveal truths about life. and growing older is again, a process where we prepare ourselves to face the real life by ourselves, in the end, alone.

and i can say i'm taking a baby-step to face my life, i'm so prepared to be alone for the situation made me so, and to blend in any kind of societies so life won't swallow me with its social gun. i interact in well-covered loneliness so at least i don't seem like a lonely emo girl from the block. i'm like a master in disguise and stuffs. i'm like a well-oiled machine ready to face any kinds of weapon and to say "Bring 'em, in!" for even the worst situation. but mostly i'm just the very best liar i myself had ever met.

and i'm feeling lonely and cold now. maybe it just simply is what it feels like to grow older.

which i'm kind of getting used to.

Norwegian Wood

2011-12-13T23:12:00.004+08:00

"It's just happen to be the way I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them." - Toru Watanabe

"I was impressed anew by the variety of dreams and goals that life could offer. This one was the very first new impressions I received when I came to Tokyo for the first time. The thought struck me that society needed a few people--just a few-- who were interested in and even passionate about map making." - Toru Watanabe

"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking." - Nagasawa

hate. hate. hate.

2011-12-11T23:15:00.003+08:00

i'm so good at hating things... and people, and myself, and the hate itself i would be a cum laud graduate of the Faculty of Hate.

SO

2011-12-09T21:00:00.002+08:00

about what i did today...

getting caught
getting caught part II
getting angry
getting angry part XX
downloading New Girl
watching New Girl
hating salad's dressing
hating certain people

yea, baby. i'm THAT productive.

it rained quite hard

2011-12-07T19:18:00.006+08:00

it was a good afternoon today, i was lying on my bed, holding my ipod playing games and stuffs, i was running from my boredom due to the so-so exam week (i was done with math & physics so i guess that reduced the exam atmosphere point a bit) therefore i headed to my mac, connecting it to the internet and had Zooey D's New Girl being downloaded to my storage.

it was just about time the downloads would done, when the rain fell out of the sudden, from the sky that seemed so bright, and from the sun that was soaring all the heat burning earth. i was feeling a bit unwell since monday (i coughed once or twice) and i started thinking i'd rather have the sun shining than the rain falling. but so it was just a thought i even forgot i thought about.

then my downloads seemed to be stuck at a point and it didn't move even a mili-inch forward, i was fine at first but this situation lasted for minutes and i started to feel frustrated and extra-unwell because i had watched the first episode of this series and you know that feeling of curiosities when you had a sneak peek of something you want the full version out of it and i was just about to watch the second one to overcome the feeling when my internet connection getting rusty and cocky and douchy and everything because of the GODDAMN RAIN.

(my internet connection is traditionally crashed by rain and i loathe it when it's being it but that's the rule so yeah.... so yeah)

i was more depressed when i saw my Twitter's timeline, how everyone was very very happy for the rain that was falling down. and how everyone boasted the same sentences about how they feel when the rain came, about THE SMELL AFTER THE RAIN, about remembering good things happen in the rain, and lalala and la.

you know, i was once this rain sniffing teenager but i proudly say i have passed that cheesy phase of teenager's life. i have a belief i had put in my rotten heart a long time ago (approx. in my elementary school year) that the smell after the rain is soaring from the soil. that smell you like is like a dog's poop combined with sewer smell and all the wet trash and shits. and the worst part is you all like being ruled by this one nature phenomenon of millions nature phenomenon, and that makes you a proud rain sniffing teenager.

i don't hate you i just hate the rain ruined my downloads process and i hate the fact i have to wait a bit longer to see Zooey D again and i hate not watching her and i hate my slow working brain i haven't even read all those seven chapters of biology this term because it is too slow working i don't know what i should feed it with anymore and maybe i actually hate you.

best regards, old fellas (from rain sniffing teenager sect).

Mr. Darcy Knew The Truth

2011-11-18T19:17:00.003+08:00

"A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy."

- Mr. Darcy to Miss Bingley (Pride & Prejudice)

LTLMTPP

2011-11-07T21:03:00.001+08:00

Ini bukan masalah saya terjebak euphoria band favorit saya nomor satu di dunia bakal manggung di sekolah, di tahun terakhir saya di sekolah,

tapi saya rasa beberapa orang, those bitches and those dude-bitches, should really listen to this song:

"LANGIT TERBUKA LUAS, MENGAPA TIDAK PIKIRANKU, PIKIRANMU"

- PURE SATURDAY

And I Was Like,

2011-11-07T01:37:00.002+08:00

Stephen Stills :

This guy at work was like, 'Steve, you know anybody in a band?' And I was like, 'I'm in a band.' And he was like, 'You're in a band?' And I was like, 'Yeah, I am totally in a band.'

Kim Pine : Great story, man.

- Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Ode To The Bitches

2011-11-06T23:56:00.002+08:00

The bitches are back in town.

With a walk they considered cool,

and a thought that they have class.

The bitches are back in town.

Down to the beach,

searching for some rumors to spread,

and some geeks to be bullied.

The bitches are back in town.

Their wishes are our commands,

'cause they got the world in their hands,

by making groups with other bitches,

and by blurring into majority.

The bitches are back in town.

With no works to be done,

only got a thing on their hands,

pushing the buttons and spreading the hatred.

The bitches are back in town.

From dusk 'til dawn,

always got someone to mow their lawn.

061111

after a talk about them bitches rulin' wild.

KEPADA PARA SOSIALIS TRENDI

2011-10-19T21:42:00.002+08:00

MARXISM WHORING ASSHOLES,

YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOT EVEN MARXIST WHEN YOU'RE WHORING ABOUT THAT.

STOP BITCHING YOUR SELF CONSIDERED COOL THOUGHTS DICK SUCKERS

♥

2011-09-06T02:32:00.004+08:00

Beberapa hari ini banyak hal berat. Masalah dengan orang yang sama.

Sampai saya nggak tahu lagi mesti lari kemana, mesti pegangan ke siapa.

Yang jelas saya punya mereka,

mereka ada kapanpun saya butuh, mereka di situ terus gak pernah pergi, gak pernah hilang.

Dan saya sayang sekali sama mereka.

Saya sayang sekali sama Mama, Bapak, Abang dan Bunny.

What's So Up These Days

2011-09-02T01:54:00.002+08:00

I'm just too happy it won't fit this creepy blog.

XXXXX

Sekarang Gini Deh

2011-08-29T02:15:00.003+08:00

Yang ngerasa gak nyaman siapa, coba saya tanya?

Sumpah.

Sumpah saya ngerasa nyaman-nyaman aja dengan kondisi apapun.

Saya jadi bingung sebenernya ini kamu disuruh sama dia (yang beneran gak mungkin kayaknya) atau emang saya baru tau sisi lain kamu sebagai sok-motivator gagal gini ya?

I prefer the second choice.

Membayangkan yang dulu-dulu, emang kamu tuh sok puitis & sok paling bener & sok paling wise & sok paling bisa diajak curhat & sok paling bisa ngasih jawaban yang bagus & sok paling suci.

Kamu sok Mario Teguh.

Dan tau gak?

Saya gak pernah suka Mario Teguh. Dari awal pertama.

Dan sorry, beneran pemikiran kita sih emang udah beda daridulu. Bukan baru-baru ini aja. Itu sih emang kamu yang baru nyadar kali. Daridulu udah susah ngeliat sih, ketutup sama tindakan dan perkataan "suci" yang kamu bikin ya?

Baru kali ini loh, serius baru kali ini, ketemu orang yang munafik semunafik-munafiknya. Gak ada lagi yang lebih munafik dari kamu loh.

So you'd better get those fckin asses out of this problem because it's not ur rights to say those sugar-coated words and ur helpful thoughts is not necessary to every one of us.

Senang

2011-08-28T01:08:00.002+08:00

Tadi saya nonton ke bioskop dekat rumah sendirian. Seru sekali filmnya. Saya ketawa sendirian, saya agak-agak sedih sendirian, saya duduk di kursi paling pojok juga sendirian.

Kalo dipikir-pikir sedih juga sih, gak bisa ketawa bareng-bareng sama orang lain. Gak bisa bagi-bagi kesenengan sama orang lain. Gak bisa cerita apa-apa sama orang lain.

Tapi saya malah seneng banget. Karena yang kayak gini yang bakal kejadian sama saya dalam hidup saya ke depan. Saya harus biasa seneng sama kesendirian. Saya harus biasa meluk-melukkin tas sendiri di bioskop, di angkutan umum, atau di mana saja. Saya harus bisa biasa kemana-mana sendirian dan melakukan apa pun sendirian.

Semua orang terus berjalan, ya know. Dan saya gak mau terikat apa pun.

Ah, semprul lah. Yang penting akhirnya ada posting senang dari saya.

Angin

2011-08-26T22:33:00.002+08:00

Saya iri banget sama kamu, Ngin.

Besok saya mau jadi kamu seharian!

Dan seterusnya,

dan seterusnya...

Negatif

2011-08-21T06:21:00.004+08:00

Saya benci birokrasi yang berbelit-belit.

Saya benci direpotkan.

Saya benci disalahkan padahal saya nggak salah.

Saya benci menjadi someone in charge karena saya susah banget megang kepercayaan dari orang lain.

Saya benci direndahkan padahal saya tahu saya udah kasih yang terbaik.

Saya benci senyum-senyum boongan.

Saya benci sama orang lain yang menganggap saya sumber daya potensial.

Saya benci dan lebih benci lagi sama orang yang memanfaatkannya.

Saya benci digembar-gemborkan.

Saya benci dianggap gak berkomitmen.

Saya benci kesalahan-kesalahan kecil yang diungkit.

Saya benci mereka dengan kuasa yang salah digunakan.

Saya benci dijadikan pesuruh pribadi.

Saya benci sekolah.

Saya benci sekolah yang menuntut semua hal, karena saya tahu harusnya saya yang menuntut.

Saya benci keterbalikan.

Saya benci ketidakseimbangan.

Saya benci guru-guru yang sok tau dan sombong.

Saya benci lihat kalian tiba-tiba punya drama sendiri dengan praktek kepalsuan dimana-mana.

Saya benci dinilai lemah dan tidak pantas.

Saya benci merasa tertekan.

Saya benci di-underestimate.

Saya benci perasaan terintimidasi yang muncul tiap lihat kalian.

Saya benci akun email resmi saya yang rasanya kayak kotak pandora.

Saya benci dikejar-kejar deadline.

Saya benci apapun yang gak tersampaikan.

Saya benci diminta buru-buru.

Saya benci orang-orang yang gak pernah take their time, saya gak seperti kalian.

Saya benci orang-orang yang susah banget ngerti kalo semua orang gak ada yang sama.

Saya benci orang-orang yang kalo dibilangin gak ngerti-ngerti.

Saya benci orang-orang yang gak mikir dua kali.

Saya benci ketergantungan saya pada beberapa hal.

Saya benci dan se-nggak ngerti ini loh, sama that publisher & that teacher.

Saya benci kenapa gak semua hal kita bisa dapetin.

Saya benci sama that publisher & that teacher.

Saya benci anaknya juga.

Saya benci semua ketua.

Saya benci hipokrit.

Saya benci pemanfaatan terhadap diri saya, sekali lagi.

Saya benci alasan yang gak masuk akal dan menurut saya alasan tentang urusan hati itu gak pernah bisa dikategorikan sebagai masuk akal.

Saya benci orang-orang yang suka menilai orang lain, kalian bisa stop sekarang karena kalian bukan juri.

Saya benci orang-orang sok suci dan sok tau.

Saya benci orang-orang yang kelihatan baik dari luar tapi nggak sama sekali di dalamnya.

Saya benci orang-orang itu.

Saya benci dianggap hebat.

Saya benci reward berlebihan dan gak ada reward sama sekali.

Saya benci kenapa saya benci begitu banyak hal dan begitu banyak orang.

Saya benci kenapa saya susah merubah sifat saya yang jelek-jelek.

Saya benci.

The Thing Is

2011-08-19T14:27:00.001+08:00

You don't always get what you want.

FCKFCKFCFCKFCKFCKKFCKCKCKCFKFKFKCKCFCKFKC

FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Dear Love One

2011-08-07T22:23:00.003+08:00

I have something to tell you, I don't know where should I whine about stuffs anymore. Because things are getting a little less delightful in my teenage life. Things are not simple since it is my teenage life we're talking about. Things are way more complicated than they are back then.

I got lots to worry about.

The anxiety of my departure to 'that' city, how everyone congratulated me and how I scared that things might not happen the way it should because until today I haven't got any notices about my win. I mean, nothing.

The friendship, how I witness how someone could fall so hard on love they forgot how to stand on the ground. How I watch how someone could easily forget things that actually block them from loving, even if the blockers are treacherous enough. How I could never understand how someone could be so selfish and unthoughtful when they're in love.

The tasks and lectures, how I could puke every time I open my timeline and found everybody scream about tasks. How I was annoyed because, I open Twitter searching for a laugh and then everybody just giving me shits and telling me about tasks that I looked forward to forget and is the cause of me opening my Twitter but I couldn't even forget the word 'tasks' away from my head because that's what I see in my timeline. Everybody is sick, I tell you. They grabbed you from happiness and throw you (the happy one with happiness) so you can walk with them in the Shadow Of Whines. Why don't they eat some duck and get it over with the tasks so they only can whine to themselves, I wonder. It is not nice to take away MY happiness.

The misunderstood, how I wonder why people is harshly couldn't receive other people's thoughts that may be cooler than their thoughts. How people could be such a narcissist thinking that their thoughts are the best everybody could ever think of. I suggest those kind of people to grow some beards on their asses. Because they're not having enough brain to think of anything, as a matter of fact.

I wish I could tell you everything. But I don't feel like anything these days. I feel like an autumn leaf. I'm passing by with the wind, that tells me where to go.

I will not stay too long in one particular place.

I have me and my two feet and that's more than enough.

One Person I Can't Deal With This Time and Forever

2011-07-26T23:14:00.002+08:00

Hypocrite.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck you, hypos.

17.

2011-07-02T23:48:00.002+08:00

Well I've been afraid of changing,

Cause I've built my life around you.

But time makes you bolder,

children get older...

And I'm...

Getting older too.

(Landslide - Stevie Nicks)

A Sudden Call

2011-06-28T23:14:00.002+08:00

♫♫♫The Clash - London Calling

"London calling to the zombies of death,
Quit holding out and draw another breath"

I'm so living in the Valley of Doom tonight. This is the only happiness I could find.

Well, Blend In!

2011-06-27T18:52:00.002+08:00

Just because everybody forgot to officially invite you on Twitter or anything, it doesn't mean you YOURSELF have been forgotten by them. They just forgot and it's totally normal.

If you just sit there and wait for the official invitation, I promise you, you will fail yourself and harshly fall into the Puddle of Disappointment. There is no OFFICIAL INVITATION, I tell you. Waiting for it is a waste because it won't come up to you like toothpaste won't come up to its place.

Just invite yourself, for god's sake!

Why is it so hard for you to just BLEND IN and let yourself INVITED by YOU?

thx.

2011-06-10T01:12:00.004+08:00

Back when I was 9 years old, I joined an English course. It only lasted a year, because I got bored.

I never went to any courses again since then.

I never knew how I got into this writing stuffs, because, you know, I was never an expert. On the writing skill, or on the language part.

I just knew I love to share. My brain is branchy, and contains so many things that lead to other things. A spider web. A connecting door. A tree. You name it.

I never knew whether I use the right structure, the right tenses, or anything, and I often shut my mouth every time everyone around me uses English. I just can not be a fluent speaker.

That totally makes me a low comparison to other competitors. And an underrated. And an underestimated.

So I want to give you a very, very huge sack of thank-yous, for supporting me, trusting me even when I don't even trust myself. I thank you. I thank you guys a lot. I thank you guys a lot I could buy each of you a shuttle space right now.

And it is all the support that keeps me smiling when I see Mom & Dad seeing me with pride.

I never been this happy to see them proud of me before. I've learnt a lot from them.

My mother is a native villager of Jakarta's submarginal. And so does my father.

Which didn't make me a biggie on foreign language and stuffs.

But a biggie on heart.

Do You Know The Muffin Man?

2011-05-20T20:47:00.007+08:00

I made the muffin man

Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man

Do you know the muffin man, that lives on Drury Lane?

Yes I know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man

Yes I know the muffin man, that lives on Drury Lane~~~~

Downloaded this DinoSingers app from AppStore yesterday, and the baby dino sings! This song is heavily rooting in my head, replacing Fatboy Slim's Praise You. Now you know how my head easily roots everything :P

Celebrating

2011-05-17T22:59:00.004+08:00

I feel like singing this song tonight. Actually, it started out from the other night and the other night and the other night. I don't know, it's.... rooting in my heaaaaddd. Or maybe I just need some motivational celebration.. for what I've done these past three weeks.

We've come a long long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I shouuuuldddd

I have to praise you like I should~

A Thought

2011-05-09T21:20:00.002+08:00

Schools don't ask you what you want. They force you.

They do anything without asking your permission or at least, asking your agreement first.

If I don't have any friends at school, I'll probably drop myself out.

I hate schools.

Who Cares?

2011-03-31T00:45:00.005+08:00

If I put myself into fire, will you even give a shit?

Akhir-akhir Ini

2011-03-24T19:20:00.001+07:00

saya lebih senang sendirian.

Observation

2011-01-29T23:02:00.002+07:00

I may seem offensive, and you may be offended, but that SEEMS LIKE EVERYBODY GOT........................ CLEANED UP. I don't know, I mean, look at them! THEY'RE PEARLY WWWWHHHHITE!

In My Defense

2011-01-28T14:40:00.004+07:00

I've never ever been in this kind of position but you see me, my personality, it has ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS for ages of my life. Like.... Always always.

You, who may know me when I was at the age of 7, will absolutely recognize me, and recognize the way I am is the same way as the way I was. How I could shout to you in approximately 7563839,98 kms away, how I could laugh at your funny jokes as if I were going to die, and how I could be so terribly annoying by spitting jokes of you and making fun of you. But I swear the jokes are so much... jokes. I mean, I've read somewhere and heard lot about the phrase, 'smartest man is someone who could laugh on himself' or something like that, so what I actually did to you guys is.. making you to lighten up and to love yourselves no matter what.

And for you, who may know me when I was at the age of late 11, or at the era when darkness is all around, will know me better. I always love the times when we were together and how the brains of ours seemed to be burst at one another. How we shared so many things in appreciation and great respects to each other. We adored each other, and we all spoke in the same wave so that we could understand by eyes, what others are trying to say. I'm a thousand percent sure that you will tell me that I seem to look just fine and perfectly the same as when I was at the age of 11.

So why, those who barely know me, not in person, passes by my life, meet me everyday at school, in my nowadays age, seem to KNOW ME SO WELL, BETTER THAN ANYONE THAT HAVE (AND WILL ALWAYS BE) KNOWN ME FOR YEARS? I mean, you don't know me at all, dear hypocrites. So why you simply and easily take conclusion that I am how I choose friends to hang out with? Why you easily take conclusion that I only laugh out loud because I'm with my friends that you seem to afraid of? I mean, I hate the conclusions you guys took, really. Because everything seem to work just fine, as usual, to my old friends because I know they know how I am and they know that I'm acting just like this at all time of my life, not because RECENTLY, I have recent friends that love laughing so much and love making fun of each other so much.

So is it okay to judge someone only by HOW THEY LAUGH AT EVERYTHING, and NOT TAKING ANYTHING SERIOUSLY, AS SERIOUS AS YOU and say that after all, THEY'RE JUST BITCHES WHOSE EVERYBODY THAT'S NOT RELATED TO THEM SHOULD HAVE BEEN AFRAID OF?

And fuck your shallow mind. I'm one of the bitches.

And you may want to fuck my mind that, thank God, not as shallow as you, cause in my mind.. YOU are one of the bitches.

BOTHERED

2010-12-16T17:32:00.002+07:00

Look, here's the thing, I'm a terrible friend.

I got my friend bullied by other friends for the mistakes my friend didn't make. The mistake was from me. And it was always from me.

And things seemed to happen in such uber coincidence. My friend got strike like almost three times in a row and the two happened because of me. HOW BAD IS IT. IMMA FUCKIN JERK. I HATE MYSELF.

Things should've been happened to me, happened to my friend then so I have this kind of feeling that weighing me like 300 tons of iron poured at me at once.

I WAS THE BAD GUY PEOPLE, IT IS ME YOU HAVE TO SHOOT IN THE CHEST, NOT HIM.

SERIOUSLY.

Late Night Random Thoughts

2010-11-21T21:10:00.004+07:00

You don't seem like you care and I don't seem like I care that you don't seem like you care.

Silmi Kaffah is THE NAME

2010-11-17T18:25:00.003+07:00

Once in late 2008, when I was having a facebook account and tried to search my name right away on the search box, there weren't many people with my name on their accounts.

BUT NOW THERE IS MUCH AND IT'S UNCOUNTABLE AND IT ANNOYED ME a bit.

Within seconds I decided to change my facebook name a bit with adding the 'de' word between my first and last name. I KNOW IT SOUNDS SO ALAY-ISH OR WHATEVER YOU THINK, but it's just me getting frustrated of HOW MY NAME IS SO MARKET-ISH, and I don't care if Alay-ish and Market-ish are not even words.

Gladly when I was making a Twitter account, the username @silmikaf could be purchased because there were no other 'SILMI KAFFAH' making a Twitter account that time.

I imagine if I was running late, the username wouldn't be available and there's only @silmi_kewl_bgtz or @silmzkafz as the choices left.

And tonight I'm so obsessed for having A REALLY DIFFERENT NAME, which is impossible, for that I have to change my certificate of birth which is WAY BEYOND IMPOSSIBLE, like VANILLA SWEETHEART (which sounds SO SWEET AND ICY) or KAT WYMYN (this sounds a lil bit email-ish) or SAPPHIRE BLU or WHATEVER THE NAME I DONT CARE.

Not that I don't like my name, I SURELY LOVE IT for having a deep meaning and all, I'm just having this kind of have-to-be-the-only-one individualistic tragedy and I feel like I have to blog this in case I need a laugh in the next two days I could re-read this post.

FOR SILMI KAFFAHs AROUND THE WORLD, have my greetings. I tell you we're the separated twins and we're all in the same pain together.

XOXO,

I LOVE YOU

Salah Tempat

2010-11-06T22:29:00.002+07:00

Saya datang malam ini ke tempat itu dengan ketergesaan yang luar biasa. Dengan rencana yang sudah dipersiapkan sejak dua hari yang lalu, dan kamera digital yang baterainya sudah penuh saya isi. Ada 2 band favorit yang akan manggung hari ini di tempat yang cukup dekat dengan rumah saya.

Tapi tadi sore saya masih tetap ketinggalan menyimak Efek Rumah Kaca, salah satu band favorit saya yang sudah 1,5 tahun tidak pernah saya liat gig nya. Ya sudahlah. Yang penting saya sudah pernah lihat mereka main kan, begitu pikir saya.

Yang tidak ingin saya lewatkan adalah penampilan Pure Saturday, yang seumur-umur belum pernah saya lihat. Pernah saya hampir nonton mereka, tapi gak boleh sama Ibu dan sukses saya menangis-nangis kala itu. Makanya, yang satu ini saya ga mau ketinggalan lagi.

Maka tadi, sekitar jam 7 malam saya sudah datang. Pure Saturday sudah berada di panggung sejak 15 menit sebelumnya. Suasana sepi. Saya segera ambil tempat di sisi kiri depan panggung. Langsung ikut sing along Di Bangku Taman sambil sesekali mengambil gambar mereka.

20 menit kemudian mereka turun dari panggung. Period.

Tadi itu saya sendirian. Dan saya kurang puas.

Dan crowd yang berada di sekitar saya benar-benar sesuai seperti yang saya perkirakan. Oma Opa baru pulang makan seafood bersama keluarga besarnya; anak-anak dan cucu-cucunya dan cicit-cicitnya.

KAN SAYA JADI GAK ENAK WAKTU MAU TERIAK-TERIAK NYANYI.

KAN JADI GAK BEBAS GIMANA GITCAAAWWWWW.

Menonton band favorit yang semestinya menyenangkan malah bikin grogi dan kepengen buru-buru pulang.

Maka saya simpulkan, kali ini saya salah. Saya salah tempat.

F**K YOU!

2010-09-29T17:54:00.004+08:00

fakyu jari kelingking

Saya sudah lama kenal istilah Fyou. Mungkin kamu-kamu yang baca juga! HA HA. Saking lamanya, saya dan Fyou sudah seperti sahabat jiwa sehidup semati yang hanya bisa dipisahkan saat saya sedang sholat atau mengaji dan menjadi alim secara mendadak. Biasanya sih, setelah dengar ceramah.

Pertama kali saya tau Fyou, mungkin sekitar kelas 3, 4, atau 5 SD. Saat sedang booming-boomingnya anak-anak yang saling sebel satu sama lain teriak-teriak di depan koridor dan mengacungkan jari tengah, keluarlah si Fyou, "YU PAKYU CEMEN!!!" Lalu kami, anak-anak SD, langsung lari-larian tak tentu arah. Takut dikejar musuh. Ya, seperti Fyou sahabat kami, kami sebenarnya juga cemen.

Lama setelahnya, saya masuk SMP. Kalimat YU PAKYU CEMEN itu sudah tidak pernah terdengar lagi. Saya sendiri juga, yang sudah lebih sadar bahwa arti dari si F YOU itu tidak bagus buat saya dan teman-teman dengar. Apalagi ucapkan. Maka, lewatlah hari-hari sekolah menengah pertama saya dengan damai tanpa gangguan si F YOU perusak moral.

Akan tetapi, waktu rok biru saya berganti rok abu-abu butek, saya kok tambah brutal ya. Untuk sehari saya bisa mengeluarkan beberapa kalimat yang diselingi kata pakyu di sekolah. HA HA. Bukannya saya tidak punya moral, tapi rasa-rasanya pakyu sudah seperti sapaan sehari-hari untuk menggantikan "HEY!" atau "HALOOO!"

Yang lebih aneh lagi, F@*k you tidak pernah dituliskan atau diucapkan dengan ejaan yang sebenarnya. Malah cenderung menjadi PAKYU (seperti #jamansd) atau FAKYU dengan teman-teman sekawanannya seperti S**T yang juga diucap SYIT.

Kalau dipikir-pikir sih, norak juga ya. Ih kampungaaaaaan!

Yang baru saya sadar, sebenarnya kata F itu masih diperhitungkan sebagai kata makian yang tergolong parah. Setelah menonton beberapa film luar dan mendengarkan penyensoran kata F di setiap lagu, ya, saya baru sadar. Tapi, sumpah, rasanya kalau saya yang bilang, semua orang juga tahu makna konotasinya. HA HA.

Salam Fakyu!

It May Contain Junk

2010-09-20T19:22:00.005+08:00

But I had a lot of fun answering this (till a few questions and then............ N'AH!). I copied it from the magnificent blog of friends of mine, Sekar Khansa and Meidinta Rinda Tania.

So, let's see mine.

# Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.

'Maybe not,' said the Prime Minister, standing up and striding about the room, 'but I would have put all my efforts into catching blackmailer before he committed any such atrocity!'

# Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, What can you touch?

Emptiness

# What is the last thing you watched on TV?

A show called, SENSASI ARTIS (I know, right, even the title seems so much sensational!) just because my most fav duo @endahNrhesa was on that show

# Without looking, guess what time it is

about 5.30 pm?

# Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?

Aha! 5:27:29 pm!

# With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

barks from dogs of the house behind mine

# Did you dream last night?

I'm not quite sure… but maybe I did

# Do you remember your dreams?

Nope! Haha!

# When did you last laugh?

A few seconds ago

# Do you remember why / at what?

Course. At your question about dreams

# What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Decoration masks; my towel; a window; and a band-poster (Zeke And The Popo) which I got from their first album, Space in the Headlines

# Seen anything weird lately?

Does a teenager fake-fainted in a flag ceremony count as weird?

# What do you think of this quiz?

Spontaneously answered

# What is the last film you saw?

Forgot

# If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

Home. Any place where you at is home.

# If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

A Polaroid camera and its films.

# Tell me something about you that most people don't know.

Ah… So finally the time has come for me to confess………………….. I'm a Superman.

# If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

Peace on earth. -Miss Universe

# Do you like to dance?

Yes, especially when people are not looking! HAHAHA!

# Would you ever consider living abroad?

Course, I would. But the big question is, HOW? LOL

# Does your name make any interesting anagrams?

Haven't tried yet. But sure it does not.

# Who made the last incoming call on your phone?

Let me check my cellphone..... hey, WAIT! My cellphone's BROKE!

# What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?

UnRar.app

# Last time you swam in a pool?

God, I barely remember it!

# Type of music you like most?

Pop gemes bikin lemes

# Type of music you dislike most?

Hmmm, dislike is a strong word. If dislike means music that I don't have on my iTunes, that would be METAL.

# Are you listening to music right now?

Nope

# What color is your bedroom carpet?

Red, with butterflies on it. G'ah.

# What was the last thing you bought?

Nasi Goreng Bude. 3000 Rupiah.

# Have you ever ridden on a motorbike?

I have! But I can't!

# Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?

BOTH!

# Do you have a garden?

Aye aye!

# Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?

Course I do

# What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?

Can I possibly skip school today? I FEEL SLEEPY!

# If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be?

Well I don't know… and I won't! Because I will be too nervous to eat the lunch!

# Who sent the last text message you received?

Let me check my cellphone..... hey, WAIT! My cellphone's BROKE! (pt 2)

# Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?

Music store

# What time is bed time?

Every time is a bed time

# Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?

Neither of us have, I'm sure?

# What did you do for your last birthday?

Went somewhere with family… didn't I?

# Do you carry a donor card?

Nope

# Who was the last person you ate dinner with?

Family

# Is the glass half empty or half full?

The glass beside me is fully empty. I just drank it.

# What's the farthest-away place you've been?

Bali. I don't travel much. NOT ENOUGH MONEEEYYY! LOL!

# Have you ever won a trophy?

I have. Trashy ones.

# Are you a good cook?

Good as HELL.

# If you could meet any one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be?

Both Erlend Oye and Eirik Glambek Boe

# Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?

Yep. I Always have.

# Do you touch-type?

Haha! I don't even understand what's that mean!

# What's under your bed?

Monsters

# Do you believe in love at first sight?

I don't have answers for question like this! HAHA!

# Think fast, what do you like right now?

I** *

# Where were you on Valentine's day?

None of anyone's business, but I'll say it. Home.

# What time do you get up?

11 on holidays and 5.30 on everyday

# What was the name of your first pet?

Does pet on Pet Society count? BONBON!

# Who is the second to last person to call you?

My brother?

# Is there anything going on this weekend?

Nothing much

# How are you feeling right now?

So so

# What do you think about the most?

My Car Town races, can I have the Bel Air??? Can I beat Rusty and his Pink Slips??????

# If you had A Big Win in the Lottery, how long would you wait to tell people?

Hastily tell everyone on Twitter

# Who would you tell first?

Every body nearby

# What is the last movie that you saw at the cinema?

I forgot again. The last time I went to the cinema was like…. centuries ago.

# Do you sing in the shower?

Depends on who's in the living room!

# What do you do most when you are bored?

Play some Facebook games

# What do you do for a living?

Still underage

# Do you love your job?

Job what? Fooling around like an idiot? UH-HUH!

# What did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a teacher. Yes, I DID.

# If you could have any job, what would you want to do/be?

A doctor.

# Which came first the chicken or the egg?

A circle doesn't have neither beginning nor ending

# How many keys on your key ring?

Don't have one. My mom got it all under her hands

# Where would you retire to?

Definitely not the one like Shady Oaks!

# What kind of car do you drive?

TRUK TRONTON

# What are your best physical features?

Physical's NOT any good.

# What are your best characteristics?

Easily get people into my sights. They aaaaaaaaall eat it!

# If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation where would you go?

ICELAND ICELAND ICELAND ICELAND

# What kind of books do you like to read?

You heard it a lot, 'All, except the lessons books.' But I promise, it's 100% true.

# What is your favorite time of the day?

Bedtime

# Where did you grow up?

Tgr-Ndns

# How far away from your birthplace do you live now?

Exactly where it is

# What are you reading now?

Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, English version.

# Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Definitely a night owl!

# Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

I can't, can you? LOL!

# Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows?

YESSSS, funny thing because I tried it to answer your question

# How many rings before you answer the phone?

As much as I want

# What is your best childhood memory?

I can't remember precisely what that was… me being thin? Righty right! HAHA!

# Any new and exciting things that you would like to share?

I've already shared them

# What is most important in life?

Being kind. Of everything. Of everyone.

# What Inspires You?

People. Loads of.

Hell, finally it's done!

A Hug Would Be Nice

2010-09-13T17:46:00.005+08:00

And the rattlesnake said, "I wish I had hands so I could hug you like a man."

And then the cactus said, "Don't you understand, my skin is covered with sharp spikes that'll stab you like a thousand knives.

A hug would be nice, but hug my flower with your eyes."

Tree Hugger - Antsy Pants

Kita. Sekarang.

2010-08-30T21:31:00.002+08:00

adalah masa depan dari kita 2, 5, atau 10 tahun yang lalu.

Kita yang 2, 5, atau 10 tahun yang lalu pernah punya harapan akan kita di 2, 5, atau 10 tahun mendatang.

Mari ditinjau kembali.

Seperti inikah kita harusnya?

Brand New Old Love

2010-08-21T00:06:00.005+08:00

Firstly say thanks to Bia who helped me with this confusing text... HTML text... or some kind of that.

Secondly look at my blog. This is really, really, messed up. As if it's under construction.

I should take a look at my dearest blog more often, and see if Bia wants to help me again with this language I've never spoken. Dang.

See ya real soon!

Obsessed On Øye

2009-12-19T12:16:00.008+07:00

"Erlend Øye." Rough. Couldn't draw the lips and hands pretty well.

"Erlend Øye, Where's your lips?" I couldn't find yours.

Maaaan, I love your eyes, and that messy hair... uh. Unignorable.

These sketches don't mean a thing. Ever since I knew Erlend Øye on a very hazzardous and strange day, where I kept thinking that Erlend Øye from Kings of Convenience is a different one with The Whitest Boy Alive front-man. Poor me, silly me.

But I'm madly in love with him. The way he sings, plays his guitar (those tap-dancing fingers...!), the way he acts, and the way he looks super-duper-trooper adorable in red.

I love him. I really do. I’m such a maaaaaaniaac!

PS : Thought I got some talent to catch him in sketch, but in fact I didn't got any. But I promise I will keep on sketching him (or Eirik Glambek BØe, or everyØne)!

Shorties From Blab-Owner

2009-11-10T22:49:00.002+07:00

I SOON POST A FULL-POSTING. I'VE BEEN MISSING MY DEAREST JOE. WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

The Laptop Charger

2009-09-26T20:03:00.000+08:00

has gone well. Somebody repaired it.
Xoxxoooxoo

IT'S FRUSTRATING!

2009-09-16T17:11:00.000+08:00

Somebody has broke my laptop charger. 'Somebody' was irresponsible about what 'somebody' has done to my laptop charger. And I CANT DO ANY BLOGGING THINGS RIGHT NOW.
I'm mobile.
I CANT TYPE.
I CANT TRANSFER THE DATAS.
I CANT EVEN SMELL MY LAPTOP'S SOUL! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!

I just.. cant. All I can do is crying cause I dont understand what the problem is and a cousin of mine said that a broken charger would never ever can be repaired.

Darn, I HATE YOU, somebody.

Who's somebody you may ask?
Somebody was my big brother. He was the idiot. And HE ALWAYS IS.

Story About Joe and Jane

2009-08-20T08:10:00.002+08:00

Hey folks,

It’s been a long time, eh?

I got bored with my junk blog, it’s like filling up the glass for the very first time and I got thirsty over and over until it’s so over and I got thirsty again but suddenly I trapped in the desert because ‘someone’ had teleported me there for somewhat reason and I might be die of the thirsty feeling. ‘Someone’ was my boringness with blog and let’s call him Joe. So Joe teleported me to the desert and he would kill me before he knew. But another ‘someone’, let’s call her Jane, saved me and brought me back to my life, filled up my empty glass so I got thirsty no more. Have you been guessing? Jane was Twitter.

So I often play around with Jane, leave Joe desperately in his own-built desert, aloof and cold. (Wait, Where is Joe? Desert or North Pole? Oooh yeah--) Then maybe Joe got jealously jealous with Jane after a very long time I didn’t take care of him, let’s wonder about two months, and I could see Joe’s appearance had changed. He often angry with me and bully Jane without my detect. So, I, as the one who Joe and Jane had quarrelled about, surely had to make a move wisely.

And here I am, playing with my Joey-dooey-wumpkins, showing him that I still care for him, loving him with unreasonable reasons, and watching him, for no owner can do such thing like these.

PS : Happy Independence Day, Indonesia. When you’re Sixty Four...
PPPPPPS : Happy Other Big Days my posting had passed.. :D :D

Fif-

2009-07-02T20:26:00.001+08:00

Teen. Yes, I'm the birthday girl. Yes, I'm the one who getting older. Wrinkled-shrunken-alergic handskin, I am in.

Dan dengan perlahan-lahan, saya membuka selembar Rectoverso.

Terimakasih Mama, Bapak, Abang, Bunny, Ceha, Dhania, Karnia, Icha, Syifa, Venia.

Demam

2009-06-12T14:43:00.001+08:00

Gua lagi demam lagu-lagunya Beatles, gara-gara temen gua tuh si Icha Kijing, ngajakin gua ke Beatles Night with Abadi Soesman di Summarecon Mal Serpong waktu hari Senin kemarin jam sembilan sampe jam setengah satu malem.

TUMBEN BOLEH????

Tenang dulu kawan-kawan berdarahku, kentut dulu sana.

Kan gua nginep di rumah si kijing HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAAAA. Sama teman-teman sepermainan yang lain, si Karnia, si Ceha, si Venia, dan si Syifa. Sayang Dhania ga ikut. Awal-awal dijemput gitu ya sama mama Icha di antara depan sekolah atau Pizza Hut gitu. Baru jalan sebentar, eh kita berenti di kepci, jemput Sipa yang lagi makan sama mamanya yang mirip mama Daisy Fajarina itu HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA. Sudah gitu dikasi kepci deh satu-satu gara-gara mama Sipa lagi ulang taun ihiiiy hati kami senang gembira sudah seperti anak gembala.

Lalulala, ke rumah Icha, langsung main UNO. Gua baca komik tapi akhirnya dipaksa-paksa main jadi ikutan main UNO deh lalalalala.. Sorenya masa jalan-jalan, sikat giginya Sipa ketinggalan akhirnya disuru nunggu di Alfamart sama mamanya. Ikutlah kita semua, dua naik sepeda, empat naik dua motor. Gua naek sepedanmotor.

Eh, si sepeda yang satu rantenya putus! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA lagi dinaikkin Karnia lalulalu digoes, digenjot sepenuh hati, kita semua bingung masih bisa jalan aje tuh sepeda gayanya ngocak lagi tuh pas ngegoes. Gua terbingung-bingung sambil nahan kentut.

Keesokan harinya gua mencoba tuk pahami mencari celah hatimu, main UNO lagi diajakkin Ceha, mandimandi, ngeflai, mabok-mabokan (namanya aja mabok-mabokkan pasti boongan dong) pake sprait ziro sama fanta udah pada mau kentut semua selayaknya makan ubi pagipagi. Sama satu lagi, gua terinfeksi virus UNOtest*s gigantis plegmatis PEMENANGtis, gara-gara menang mulu gua main UNO. BAH! Tapi kita ada acara dong dooong hari itu, yakni MENONTON BERSAMA PA MUHIDIN DAN 9L DI SMS.. Nonton Terminator Salvation yang sumpah gua ga ngerti itu pilem, otakku dangkal mama, udah ketutupan kumis semua kaya gubernur yang itu.

Terus pulang, ngetem masa angkotnyaaaa, sampe terus mandi, ada yang langsung tidur juga untuk perhelatan besar entar malemnya, yakni MENONTON BEATLES NIGHT LALU JOGETAN, gua tidur ga tidur, yang lain juga, tapi akhirnya kita malah donlot donlot maenan kencan-kencan seksi HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA maenan deh. Terus tidur. Gua males tidur.

Pas udah pada bangun bersiap-siaplah kita ke Beatles Nite.. sampe loh loh beberapa saat kemudian ada si Lucky dan si Bia. Kami bermain, bukan yang kencan-kencan seksi, tapi UNO. Gua sekarat maen UNO mulu. Terus maen deh Abadi Soesman setelah sebelumnya diwawancara dulu sama tiviwan.. pake kostum Beatles gitu yang di album apa deh, Cha? Lupa gua. Terus Icha dan Lucky went tu de densflor, lama lama ikutan deh kita kita... joget-joget sama om-om tante-tante... joget til drop, sampe abis nyanyi My Bonnie. HUAAAAAAAAAHHH.

Semenjak itu tuh gua jadi keranjingan, jogging-jogging sendiri pake lagu Beatles.. ngeflai.

Terima kasih Icha dan keluarga, Venia, Syifa, Ceha, Karnia, Beatles Night, Mama Syifa, Om-om yang pake wig, Pak Muhidin, dan teman-temanku 9L sekalian.

P.S : Kijing itu sebenarnya nama samaran dari pacar temannya Karnia yang entah kenapa dipanggil Kijing sama temannya Karnia yang geng motor itu yang gaul abis itu, mungkin dia dulunya sewaktu masih jadi kera suka kijing di celana.

Seriously, I Am In Love With..

2009-06-03T16:55:00.004+08:00

This guy.
By name, RUSSELL BRAND.
An actor, a British stand-up comedian, a VJ, or whatsoever.
I LOVE HIM.
Not for his face, or another physical things. (Assume, I wrote this for JUST now on, because I might love him for physical goddamn things later :D)
But for his VOICE. His ACCENT that is soooooo uncommonly beautiful in my ear as I'm gonna burst everytime I hear his.
Firstly I recognized him when I saw Bedtime Stories and practically was stunned by his voice at once. I felt like I knew this man from years ago when I looked down at his face.
Secondly I recognized him again in Penelope (which is a filmography of his before he plays on Bedtime Stories), then I knew I KNOW this man by seeing MTV Awards like years ago. Darn it, I was falling for his voice.
I started my searching about him, Wikipedia told me every single thing that I might wanted to know about him.
Based on my searching, he is so frickin' adorably charming. At least, for me.
He is one of a kind British-men who got an extraordinary voice and gorgeous accent that made he is the best voice we've ever expected to hear. Still, at least, for me.
And I'm going to post this, because I knew that he has a birthday precisely today.

Have a very Russell's 34th birthday, Russ!

Blazing Night! With ERK

2009-05-10T11:00:00.002+08:00

AAAAAAAAHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AKU HABIS NONTON EFEK RUMAH KACA. Yang kedua kalinya.

***

Gue dateng jam setengah enam, padahal berangkat dari rumah jam setengah lima, apaan tuh angkotnya ngetem ngetem. Angkot pertama ada perak-perak yang lagi esia-ing sama kekasih pujaan hatinya, lamaaaaaaaaaa banget seakan mencoba tuk pahami mencari celah hatimu. Gue? Gue sejuk sok-sok baca Diane Setterfield’s The Thirteenth Tale. Angkot kedua bau asep rokok. Kata ERK sih banyak asap di sana. HAHHAHAHAHA. Gue? Sibuk sok-sok baca. Angkot ketiga penuh betul, gue? Asik ngedengerin emba emba nyerocos bahasa Cina.

Sampailah daku di emol gaul masa kini yang dituju, tempat ben paporit remaja di era informatika bakal manggung (cieee manggung). Daku mencari-cari karibku, John, dengan nama samaran Icha. Icha menunggu di samping seseorang dan beberapa orang yang ternyata adaah sepupu daku yang namanya dirahasiakan untuk menjaga aib keluarga. Aku menghampiri Icha. Capek.

Datanglah magrib, setelah hahahihi ngobrol sana sini akhirnya Icha memutuskan untuk solat saking alimnya tuh asik deh kalau daku sih lagi M biasa deh anak remaja HAHAHAHAHAHA. Udah deh tuh dua sejoli ini ke ataaaaasss, mau ke musholla. Eeeeeeeeehh, pas di lantai 2, daku ketemu ADRIAN! HAHAHAHAHAHA gue datengin dong ya sok sok asik gitu padahal sambil cengo-cengoan gitu HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA. Inget banget dong daku, si Adrian asik sendiri megangin tasnya, celingukan HAHAHAHAHAHAAA. Apalagi pas daku hampiri dengan tangan gemeteran bangeeeeet, sambil tanpa ekspresi manggil manggil nama Adrian udah kaya Ju’on gitu asal kamu tau aja. YA AMPUUUUUN. Adrian juga maksut lagi tampangnya bingung kali ngeliat titisan siluman ular sama gajah bona warna pink minus belalai jalan-jalan di emol ga03L dan tiba-tiba nyamperin dia. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yaudah deh gua ke musholla yang (gue lupa) ada di samping tempat kami berjumpa Adrian yang bingung. Ternyata setelah gue inget, musholla nya ada di atas di lantai tiga HAHAHAHAHAAA tuh kan jadi bingung juga deh.

Udah deh Icha solat, gue meneruskan perburuan orang berbaju kotak-kotak dan menghitungnya saking ga ada kerjaan sama Icha. Lagi ngetren benjet yeee kayanya HAHAHAHAHA masa ada lima puluhan gitu kali yang pake baju kotak-kotak. Plaid is in, g403L! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Abis Icha solat balik lagi deeeehh duduk-duduk di depan Dante, sambil nungguin panggung yang ga nyala-nyala padahal udah jam 7an, padahal di maispes, ERK dijadwalkan main jam 6. Hueeee hampir gue menyerah dengan keadaan ini karena takut dikunciin sampe rumah lalu dicecer-cecer dikirain pacaran. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Sepupu daku sudah merengek mau pulang. Lalulalu ai konvins him untuk stay dan nungguin ERK yang kata si Ucup main jam 8. Akhirnya kita ga ada kerjaan deh semuanya. Ke gramet deh, pipis deh. Pas balik, udah rame sih, cuma masih banyak opening act dari SGU-nya, dua ben deh sama dancer-dancer gituuu huaaaa ternyata main jam 9 ERK-nyaaaaa. Dan ya, teman-temanku sekalian, daku memutuskan untuk menunggu. Biarin deh daripada pulang sekarang, sama aja dimarahin juga, mendingan abis nonton pulang. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Pikiran yang cerdik bukaaaan.

Yaudah eh ada Choli di bekstejl.. minta foto foto doooooong. Pake kameranya sepupu daku sama temannyaaaa. Baik sekali deeeeeeehhh. Eeeeeehh, pas udah poto, abis minta tanda tangan di Kamar Gelap gue pake pulpen ITEM, ternyata si sepupu LUPA NYALAIN BLITZ KAMERA, jadi gue kaya abis dari warung remang-remang begitu HAHAHAHAHAHA bego banget mau minta foto lagi maluuuu. Sehabis Cholil, terbitlah Adrian sama Akbar, yang kata Cholil lagi makan di Solaria. Eeeeeh ada Iman Fattah juga yang guitarist nya Zeke And The Popo! HAHAHAHAHAHHA padahal gue udah liat tuh daritadi pas dia baru dateng sama cewenya cuma malu nyapanya hahahah sok kenal banget entar dikiranya. Yasudah dapet deh foto sama Adrian, tetapi tidak demikian dengan Akbar.. terlalu pojok dia. Siaaaaaal.

Abis acara kuis-kuisan gitu, (omong-omong, opening actnya keren-keren, yang pertama nyanyi Esok Kan Masih Ada-nya Utha.. lalu yang kedua nyanyi Pulang-nya Float, Just The Two Of Us, sama Biarkan-nya Parkdrive, oh iya ada yang main harmonikanya Let It Be.. oke banget) asal kamu-kamu tau aja, si sepupu daku ikutan itu kuis-kuisan maksut HAHAHAHAHAAA lalulalu jengjengjengjeeeeeeng, ERK DEEEEEEEEEEHHHH. Kami semua langsung merapat deh ke bibir panggung lalu nyanyi Cinta Melulu pertama. Keren bangeeeeeeettt.

Saya tidak tahu mau bicara apa. Lupa juga urutan lagunya. Pokoknya saya menikmati banget deeeeh sing along long loooooong sampe suara mau abis, badan geter-geter gara-gara gemeteran ngga kira-kira. HAHAHAHAHAHAAA. Ini kali kedua daku nonton, dua-duanya bagus. Sangat bagus. Sangaaaaaaaaat semuanya. Aku bahagia mamaaaaaaa. Mau lagiiiiiii.

Tapi ada yang sedikit ngeganggu, yaitu pemandangan anak gaul sekolah gue di pojokan panggung sok-sokan tau banget sama ERK padahal cuma tau yang gitu-gitu doang kaya Cinta Melulu sama Kenakalan Remaja di Era Informatika. Gue, sebagai anak yang dosis cupunya paling parah banget, yang ga ada gaya-gayanya sama sekali, enek ngeliatnya. Sumpah. Ga suka gue sama orang-orang kayak gitu. Pengen gue ludahin. (Ya Allah, semoga hamba-Mu tidak kenapa napa setelah mengepost postingan ini.... Mudahkan jalannya di sekolah supaya tidak dikeroyok para G403L-G403L bersaudara.. Amin) Yang maksutnya lagi, mereka pada pake baju kotak-kotak gitu HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Pol banget dah gaulnya.

Terusterus pulang, dadahdadahan sama Cholil, ketemu Iman di jalan ke basement dadahdadahan lagi, terus dianterin mama papanya Icha.. sampe rumah lagi!! Waaa, Oom, Tante, padahal saya mah naik angkot juga ga serem serem banget.. siapa yang mau godain gajah kecil minus belalai yang keliatan sangat sangat cupu dan tidak menggairahkan ini, yang rambutnya udah lepek-lepek bau ketek badannya bau asep rokok jahanam. Ngga ada Oooomm HAHAHAHAHA.

Sampe rumah, daku kecapean, nelfon si papa daku, bilang udah pulang. Ada sedikit nada penolakan darinya pas daku telfon, tapiiii gue juga sadar ini emang gue yang salah pulang kemaleman banget. Cewe apaaaaaaaan coba HAHAHAHAHA.

Ya sudah deh, maaf ya kawan kawan, ini tulisannya ga jelas banget, tanda bacanya ga ada yang beneeer, sudah malam maklumlah kalian semua sejagad raya... HAHAHAHAHA.

Senenglaaaaaah. Hari Senin tinggal pamer sama temen-temen gueeeeee.

Terimakasih Efek Rumah Kaca, Cholil, Adrian, Akbar, Iman dan kekasihnya yang saya lupa dari ben apa, Icha, Oom sama Tante, Sepupu dan teman-temannya, Ucup, dan semua organ-organ tubuh gue yang ga tau malu ngedeketin orang-orang buat fotofoto sama minta tanda tangan.

Filosofi Pohon Mangga

2009-04-20T20:57:00.002+08:00

Pernah lihat pohon mangga sedang berbuah dengan –terimakasih Icha untuk kosakata ini- brutal? Saya pernah. Karena di depan saung saya ada pohon mangga. Rasanya seperti melihat deretan lampion saat tujuhbelasan. Mangga yang ranum-ranum, berbaris pada satu ranting. Lalu ada barisan lain di ranting yang lain. Lalu bergoyang-goyang dipermainkan angin yang kadang kencang kadang tidak, kadang datang kadang tidak.

Dan ibarat pohon mangga sedang berbuah brutal, saya juga tengah berada di keramaian brutal dengan banyaknya angin -topan, puyuh, puting beliung- yang merongrong terus, marah-marah terus, ingin menjatuhkan si buah mangga. Si buah mangga kecil. Kekecilan.

Karena mangganya berukuran kecil kekecilan, si mangga bisa saja jatuh. Bukan, bukan gara-gara dia jenis simalakama. Tapi karena bebannya terlalu berat. Lalu saya, sebagai mangga kecil lain di barisan si mangga yang bisa jatuh ini, bisa berbuat apa, coba? Bisa tidak saya menolong mangga dengan menggapai-gapaikan jemari saya yang bahkan super duper kasat mata itu? Bisa tidak teriakan saya, yang berada di level bawah frekuensi infrasonik itu saya utarakan untuk sedikit saja mengurangi desahan si angin yang sedang marah-marah?

Tidak bisa.

Karena si angin juga marah pada saya. Bukan hanya kepada mangga-mangga kecil di sekeliling saya, di pohon yang sama dengan saya. Tetapi sama saya juga. Sialan memang si angin.

Daya saya hilang. Padahal keinginan untuk membantu seperti pembantu sudah ada dalam niat saya, dalam pikiran saya. Tetapi memang ada beberapa masalah, beberapa angin-angin, yang dimiliki teman-teman saya, mangga di sekeliling saya, yang tidak bisa saya bantu secara langsung. Semuanya harus melalui mediasi bernama Tuhan.

Karena saya selalu ngadu sama Tuhan, betapa teman-teman saya mendapatkan angin yang sekiranya bertiup lebih kencang daripada angin yang meniupi saya. Betapa saya hanya bisa ber-oooh dan aaah lalu men-congor-kan kata-kata penghiburan. Betapa tidak bergunanya tangan-tangan saya untuk menarik mereka, menggenggam erat mereka agar tidak begitu saja jatuh tertiup angin marah.

Betapa teman-teman saya sangat menginginkan keutuhan mereka, kebahagiaan mereka sebagai buah mangga yang sedang ranum di pohon mangga yang sedang berbuah brutal.

Terima kasih super besar untuk pohon mangga di depan rumah.

That's How We Roll

2009-04-04T23:22:00.005+08:00

Yang satu ini lebih klise.
Hidup.
Bosan saya mendramatisirnya.
Anak Sekolah Dasar pun bisa.
Mereka bilang hidup itu indah.
Bagiannya yang senang.
Lompat. Kegirangan.
Saya bilang keseimbangannya memuakkan.
Bagiannya yang buruk.
Yang dengan segala imaji diharapkan untuk menghilang.
Kalah.
Kalah.
Lalu sedih.
Memuakkan. Mau mati rasanya.

EXTRAS : episot nekles

2009-03-26T17:23:00.018+07:00

Biasanya, kalung milik beberapa orang yang normal itu bentuknya bagus. Dari emas. Dari perak. Berharga. Dan sangat priceful bagi beberapa orang yang abnormal seperti gue.

kalung buat kondangan

Nah, orang seperti gua jarang sekali memakai nekles emak-emak-penjerat-leher macam ini. Apa emang ga punya ya gua ga tau hahahahaa kan yang kayak-kayak gini itu yang ai kennot afford apalagi yang belinya mesti di Tiffany & co begitu sungguh tak masuk di akal karena gua aja mau beli SLR mengharuskan gua menabung selama seumur hidup gua.

Jadilah, akhirnyta gua menciptakan inovasi baru yayayayayayayaiyadong daripada yayayayaiyalah (courtesy of ECA PEDE BAND-Jamilah Jamidong). Berikut bentuk inovasi dan invensi dari pemikiran seseorang yang sangat kreatif seperti gua.

En dets di onli nekles ai ken afford, sangat bagus dan kreatif. :D

Hopes

2009-03-16T19:08:00.003+07:00

Kalau ada yang tanya sama saya tentang apa cita-cita saya, saya ga bakal bisa jawab. Kadang saya mau jadi dokter. Kadang jadi dokter hewan. Kadang saya mau jadi petugas pengurus satelit-satelit yang dikirim ke luar angkasa untuk meneliti identifikasi atau segala sesuatu tentang benda luar angkasa di kantor NASA. Atau apapun lah itu namanya.

Tapi kadang saya cuma mau jadi pe-bahasa handal yang bisa bahasa Timbuktu entah apa, ataupun bahasa Cina. Kadang saya cuma mau memaki orang lain dalam bahasa itu dan meneriakkan apapun yang saya mau. Khusus untuk memaki dalam bahasa Cina, saya tidak akan pernah melakukannya di Chinatown ataupun di Vihara dekat-dekat rumah saya.

Kadang saya cuma mau tidur.
Kadang maunya memainkan jari-jari yang tidak begitu cepat mengetik di atas keyboard komputer. Maunya menulis apapun. Walaupun hanya dengan bahasa Indonesia setengah bagus, bukan dengan bahasa Timbuktu, atau bahasa Cina.

Kadang saya mau pecahin kepala saya. Itu kalau sudah kelewat tidak tahan dengan tugas-tugas berperikebinatangan yang me-romusha saya.
Kadang saya cuma mau duduk, diam, dan melihat.
Kadang saya mau pipis.
Kadang saya bisa terpuaskan hanya dengan online beberapa jam dan mengurus semua akun.

Tapi, kadang, yang ini kadang yang sering, saya cuma mau Tuhan saya, Illah saya, Laa illaahaillallah saya, mengabulkan permintaan terpenting saya. Paling penting untuk saat ini.

Permudah jalan si abang untuk masuk ke Universitas Indonesia.

Andeca Andeci

2009-03-04T23:22:00.003+07:00

Ya bora bora boriii...
Ini adalah post selingan dari gua. Sekarang saya lagi di hape. HAPE. Hebat sekali bukan.
Kamu kagum kan, kamu jadi ngefans kan.

Dan kamu tidak akan percaya kalau tadi gua lemas-lemas kepusingan cuma gara-gara.. ULERTANGGA. Itu henmed, bikinannya si venia asli udah pake kopirait. Beserta jebakan seperti: mundur 10 langkah, kembali ke start, kamu hilang 2 kesempatan dan lainnya. Beserta rintangan seperti: kamu kecebur, masuk rawa dan hilang 1 giliran; kamu masuk gua batu, hilang 1 giliran; kamu lumutan; dan lainnya. Beserta tantangan-tantangan inkomprehensif tak mendidik yang merusak moral kelas 9L di mata uang rupiah, seperti: telpon orang tak dikenal sambil bilang ada yang mati(atau lopelope, atau marahmarah, atau sokasik); baca puisi cinta di koridor; menulis "mukaku seperti pantat babon" di papan tulis; ngaji surat panjang; solawatan; adzan; pakai kaos kaki teman; pakai mukenah dikasih poni (mukena gaul); dan lainnya.

Dan kamu jadinya harus percaya sama saya kalau saya katakan bahwa Bia selalu berputar-putar di rintangan rawa. Nampaknya dia mau jadi AWA-anak rawa. Saya merasa iba padanya. Pada pionnya juga, yang berbentuk penghapus hitam menghitamkan. (Kasihan sekali kamu, Bia!*penulis ngomong*) Tapi, semua mengikuti jejak Bia. Karnia, Krisan, Ceha, Syifa, Venia, Lucky, Dhania, dan Icha pun terjerembab di lubang yang sama. Maksud saya, di RAWA yang sama. Huahahahahahahaha. Saya jadi senang karena jebakan itu saya yang buat.

Dan pada akhirnya kita semua harus menyerah pada kehokian Icha seorang, yang berhasil menghalau rintangan menyesatkan, dengan hanya bermodalkan sebuah dadu, SEBUAH DADU SODARAKU SEBANGSA DAN SETANAH AIR!!
Hebat betul dia.
Gua aja sampe merangkak-rangkak dan merayap-rayap menggerakkan pion gua yg berbentuk rautan merah jambu itu. Gua harus lari ke hutan. Atau ke lautan.

Dan gua capek kalo mau lari ke hutan atau ke lautan kan mendingan naek onta.

Dan gua harus mengakhiri postingan penyebab jempol rematik ini.

Dan gua harus menyadari kalau gua selalu memakai awalan 'dan' dalam 5 alinea terakhir ditambah alinea ini dan alinea berikutnya jadi 7.

Dan, dadah. Aim sori gudbay.
(penulis lagi stress mau TO dan MID dan UAN)

Here Comes The Alter-Ego!

2009-02-16T15:39:00.004+07:00

Beberapa hari yang lalu, manusia bernama Silmi ini habis membeli GoGirl, atau habis menghabiskan uang jajannya dengan gemilang dan hanya menyisakan beberapa ribu untuk pulang naik angkutan umum. Lalu dengan gemilangnya juga harga pembelian majalah tersebut dikorting dua ribu lima ratus rupiah oleh bapak-bapak agen majalah. Alhamdulillah tambahan untuk beli gado-gado, kata Silmi kegirangan.

Langsung saja Silmi membuka GoGirl nya yang sedang ulang tahun. Sreeeet begitu bunyi robekan plastik pembungkusnya. Dia membuka halaman demi halaman dan tertarik pada suatu artikel tentang artis-artis holiwut wut yang mengidap skizofrenia. Bukan deng, sebenarnya Silmi ini membaca artikel tentang alter-ego para artis-artis tersebut which means dat mereka punya identitas lain. Tanpa basa-basi Silmi langsung berpikir bahwa dia juga skizofrenia alias punya dua kepribadian alias punya alter-ego seperti artis-artis tersebut. Dia punya identitas lain. Orang lain yang bersemayam dalam dirinya. Ih woooowww, kata anak-anak penggemar sinema persahabatan bagai kepompong.

Mengikuti hasrat ingin menjadi artisnya, dia lalu mencari-cari de truly Sasha Fierce or Mr.Smiley or Maddie or Batman dalam dirinya. Ternyata oh ternyata, mata hatinya pun terbuka, bahwa alter-ego yang selama ini dicarinya adalah makhluk tidak berkelamin yang gemar menaiki sepeda roda tiga berjenis Bonbon. Si Bonbon ini adalah pribadi lain Silmi yang rajin menulis dan mempunyai sense of word yang aneh-aneh. Ia juga tabah dan patuh dan ia sangat langka, sangat jarang munculnya. Ia tidak pernah berkelana di dunia nyata. Ia berpetualang sendiri di jaring-jaring raksasa dunia. Ia berwajah tampan dan cantik seperti Angelina Jolie dibalut Brad Pitt. Dan si Bonbon ini juga makhluk yang lucu so pasti, kata anak-anak gaul sambil mencubiti pipi Bonbon yang imut-imut.

Silmi awalnya tidak terima dirinya disamakan atau dijadikan majikan Bonbon. Tapi akhirnya dia menyadari, bahwasanya Bonbon ialah dunianya yang tidak benar-benar ada di dunia. Dunianya yang tidak terjamah. Bonbon adalah dirinya juga. Karena Silmi punya hasrat menulis. And she proudly called it, Bonbon.

Beware : Senior Year

2009-01-14T13:52:00.004+07:00

Bzzz. This is my senior year and all those frightening tasks are just coming on my way. I got no time to celebrate for it(who’s gonna cheering for it anyway? :P), because, for the preparation and all the process for the tasks, need a long long time and i fairly got no time to work on it. Yknow.., i spend my precious time for just sleeping around all day long in my bed. It’s always exhausting to find yourself back home on the evening, about 4pm or 5pm, and consider my late night sleep habit, then you will find that i’ll be oh so sleepy on that time.

First, the most damned task, Kemal’s. I can’t explain more about this one. The thing is, I have to work with PowerPoint but I know i’m not good at it. Aaaaannndd, this task demands me to blow out my creativity and OF COURSE my IT ability which means that I have to be a let’s-call-it Hi-Tech person, and believe meeeeeee,
I AM NO GOOD ON THIS. I’M A LO-TECH, NOT A HI ONE. DAMN.
(Could you read that, Kem, Mal??)
Dddddaaaaaaaaaaammmnn.
The second task is, let us call it.. my Artsy Project. Actually, this is not ‘my’ project, but our project. And that-our-factor exactly relieves my stress away, makes me smile and found myself laugh a lot back then. Besides, it’s really funny to work on this, to know that no one in my class know about ours. They thought that our project is just a mess, same old things, a half-great stuff like usual, but the fact is.. we’re hiding something from you gguuuyyyyssss!!!
Hahahahahahhahaaaaa
We’ll see, we’ll see.. ;P
I’ve been working on it for about two days gather with all my friend. And the process was great, i love when all the plans come together.. :P –Hanibal Smith- Oh maaaannn, Venia’s painting was awesome, i can’t keep my mouth from opening so loooong. Karnia said that we made some kinda Jenglot, just like a voodoo doll, and i thought that my handmade Jenglot is the greatest of all, according to the skin of my Jenglot and her gaulsekali hair. Ceha helped me with her gaulsekali hair. Heehee. Thanks a bunch yeey! Sometime, when Icha seriously taking care of her Jenglot, Yuki and Dhania busy with another job, i and Syifa were just dazing out, and did nothing. Okay, i must confess that i’m no use at all :P. But, I solemnly swear that this is the most wonderful (lebay) task i’ve ever did in my senior year!
We’ll see the result yeey.. hopefully it’ll be great.

PS :

Darn, I’m in love with Efek Rumah Kaca’s new Kamar Gelap.

Sounds catchier than the last one. Awesome. Makes me want to hear it more and more.

Kucing - Kucing di Mata Fahd

2009-01-14T13:21:00.004+07:00

Judul Buku : A Cat In My Eyes
Penulis : Fahd Djibran
Penerbit : GagasMedia

Saat Andrea Hirata merajai rak-rak buku bestseller di toko buku Indonesia, saat Raditya Dika juga bersaing untuk berdempet-dempet di rak-rak tersebut, lalu berbagi sedikit spasi untuk Stephenie Meyer, dan saat itu juga saya semakin malas untuk melirik-lirik apa yang tengah booming di kalangan pembaca buku Indonesia.

Dan saat itulah Fahd muncul dengan seekor kucing di matanya, bukan di deret depan pintu masuk toko buku, bukan untuk berbagi cerita-cerita khayal penuh hiperbola, tapi untuk mengingatkan kita tentang kepastian dari definisi-definisi yang sering kita pertanyakan tapi terlupakan. Mengingatkan kita akan kealpaan dan hakikat manusia dalam mencari jawaban dalam hidupnya. Fahd membuat kita kembali lagi berkaca pada diri kita sewaktu masih buta (bahkan -mungkin- sekarang pun kita belum bisa dibilang ‘melihat’), sewaktu masih dengan giatnya bertanya, bertanya berulang-ulang sampai mendapat jawaban yang seterusnya akan semakin membingungkan kita.

Fahd muncul bukan untuk menjelaskan semua jawaban, tapi untuk memperjelas pertanyaan-pertanyaan, untuk memberi tahu bahwa bertanya itu mewah, bertanya itu manusiawi. Fahd muncul untuk sharing persepsi dengan pembacanya, lalu menyisipkan tawa di sela-sela. Sebuah persepsi tentang Tuhan, cinta, lingkungan, dan keabu-abuan hidup yang kita jalani. Sebuah persepsi tentang makna dan apapun yang dimaknainya. Semua yang ada di kepala Fahd, juga di kepala setiap manusia, tentang kucing-kucing tetangga yang berkeliaran untuk buang air di halaman rumah kita.

A Cat In My Eyes berisi dua puluh tujuh sketsa, prosa, dan cerita, yang diolah dengan warna dan gaya yang entah apa namanya, mungkin surealistis, atau imajis- tentu, dengan segala kenisbiannya (Mata Yang Selalu Bertanya-xii). Menggelitik seperti pada prosa berjudul Gaia yang Sakit, juga Ke Manakah Kau Siang Tadi, Tuhan? yang selalu berhasil membuat saya tersenyum sejadi-jadinya apabila membacanya untuk yang kedua, ketiga, keempat kalinya, dengan segala imajinya. A Cat In My Eyes penuh dengan pencarian. Tidak hanya jawaban atas pertanyaan-pertanyaan, tapi juga jalan pulang, masa depan, dan cinta dalam bentuk yang lebih universal.

Fahd membuat kita berdoa pada akhirnya, setelah bertualang jauh membicarakan segala definisi. Setelah melanglang buana mengenali diri. Karena membaca buku-buku Fahd adalah membaca pikiran sendiri. Lalu mengkaji ulang pikiran-pikiran itu sambil merenunginya di kursi yang ada di halaman belakang. Halaman yang belum sempat terjamah kotoran kucing, tentunya.

Happy Satu Tahun Ngeblog Ya, Myself!

2008-12-22T13:49:00.004+07:00

Ini tanggal 22 Desember, men. Ini tanggal keramat buat saya. Memang sih, ini Hari Ibu, tapi bukankah terlalu berlebihan ya kalau saya menjadikan hari ini keramat hanya gara-gara Hari Ibu? Hehehehe. Happy Mama’s Day, by the way.

Yang sebenarnya membuat hari ini spesial adalah karena saya berpikir kalau hari ini spesial, tanggal dua puluh dua itu mejik, pembawa keberuntungan. Bukan deng,

Tapi hari ini benar-benar mejik kok, karena tepat di tanggal ini, satu tahun yang lalu, that was passion, yang menuntun saya untuk trapped in di dunia berbagi tulisan maya. Yang unfortunately, ternyata saya senangi.

Jadi kalau begitu, thanks to my passion, right? Hehe.

HAPPY SATU TAHUN NGEBLOG YA, MYSELF! hueeeek.

Daaaann.. sama saja seperti sekarang, saya cuma sering misuh-misuh di jejaring saya, menulis pun kadang-kadang. Total, waktu itu cuma sekitar empat atau lima tulisan yang saya hasilkan dalam setahun. Itu pun jarang dibaca manusia. Tapi ini Silmi Kaffah yang jujur, yang masih polos tanpa diselimuti kabut. Oke, mungkin sedikit. Hehe. Saya yang masih dalam masa transisi, pencarian diri, dan baru mengenal Silmi Kaffah sebagai seorang yang “gue”, masih jauh dari kata “saya”. Hhmm.. sebenarnya di blog yang baru ini juga sebagian (atau hampir semua? ;P) masih dalam tahap “gue” yang lebih terlihat gelap karena kabut yang semakin tebal. We need changes, seperti kata pendukung Obama. Dan ternyata saya juga butuh. Mungkin karena masih menjalani transisi juga, sehingga saya tidak mau sepenuhnya berubah menjadi “saya”, tapi juga akan tetap menggunakan “gue” untuk monolog dua arah dan kisah sehari-hari. Perubahan yang tidak berubah, kalau saya yang bilang. Dan mungkin juga, hopefully, kali ini saya benar-benar berhasil menyingkirkan si kabut jahanam yang menutupi terang itu. Doakan ya, teman.

Perubahan bukan hanya dalam bidang ke-saya-an atau ke-gue-an, tapi juga penghilangan dan penambahan beberapa ornamen untuk kesenangan saya pribadi. Saya tidak butuh anda untuk suka, walaupun suka juga tidak akan meruwetkan masalah kok. Hehehehe ;D.

Pertama, saya akan tambahkan Pojok Bonbon di sudut kiri atas, untuk mengesankan bahwa blog ini memang punya si bonbon yang berkepala bawang itu. Di Pojok Bonbon anda bisa bertanya sesuka hati dan saya akan jawab dengan sesuka hati saya juga. Mekanismenya gampang saja, anda tinggal poskan pertanyaan di Cbox ataupun di kolom grinnies saya tentang apa saja, lalu saya akan jawab di Pojok Bonbon. Kalau tidak ada yang tanya? Pojok Bonbon jadi berguna sebagai buku catatan saya, tentang cerita-cerita si bonbon yang aneh-aneh. Kalau tidak ada yang baca? Ya, itu sih terserah. Kan saya nggak peduli. Yang penting kepuasan sendiri. Hehehe.

Lalu, saya mau.. apalagi ya? Ah, ternyata memang masih dalam masa transisi, belum ada kemauan yang pasti. Nanti saja deh, kalau sudah dapat the super twinkling ideas, baru saya beritahu. Hehehehe.
And, I’m out! Guess I’ll be “saya” or “gue” in the next post?
Well, you should go, ask bonbon!

Salam salaman,
Silmi sebagai saya.

Another Day Went By..

2008-12-01T13:11:00.007+07:00

oh tidak. nama baik gue tercoreng. tercoreng, teman-teman.
TERCORENG.
hanya karena badge yang biasanya dengan sangat biasa memberitahukan nama sang empunya kepada khalayak ramai. iya, yang biasa anak sekolah pakai di kanan atas baju seragamnya.

aw my gawd -gaul-
lihatlah seragam gue, putih polos tak bernoda. kepolosannya pun terlihat oleh pengurus OSIS entah siapa namanya yang meraung-raung meminta gue untuk berdiri di depan seluruh murid waktu upacara tadi.

gue menolak.
dia narik-narik tangan gue. bukan, bukannya dia mau membawaku kepada orangtuanya. ya nggak mungkinlah. hahhahahahahuhauhauhuaaa....
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akhirnya gue dengan sangat pasrah menyerahkan diri gua kepada yang berwajib untuk dibawa ke tahanan moral, penjara kesusilaan, di depan seluruh murid. SEMUANYA.

aw my gawd. akkuhh jadi gaoel gemana getchu.

dan gue pun migren lagi.

disitu tuh tempat gua biasa migren

yah, hidup gua memang semakin berat, kawan. setelah kehilangan sepatu, dibuat berdarah otak dan jiwanya oleh guru-guru kejam berparang tugas dan berpedang ulangan, dan sekarang tercorengnya nama baik gua, maka gue pun tahu, bahwa hidup gua memang sudah benar-benar berat.

it's just a badge for God's sake! nothing makes it important.

andai aku power rangers
tinggal pake helm dan berubah

aku akan bahagiaaaaaaaaaaaa

huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *jeritan anak berhidup berat di warnet penuh bau kaos kaki*

Header Si Kepala Bawang

2008-11-17T14:49:00.005+07:00

wooaaa header gua ganti.. huhauhuahuhauhauahuahuahua
bikinan gua loh loh loh loh lohhh hahahahahahahahahhahah

najis banget deh gua.
hahahahaha.
bikin senyum-senyum sendiri deh aaaaahhh.

makasih ya veniaa huhauhauahuahu yang sudah repot-repot men-scan gambar kepala bawang gue yang digambar menggunakan feber kestel curian hahahahahah

dan karnia yang mengingatkan gua tentang si kepala bawang.
huauuahuahauhauhauhauhau
seneng kan gua jadinya.

:D

Obviously Gahul

2008-11-10T13:16:00.011+07:00

huaaa
huahuhuauaaaaaaa
hhuhuhuhuuuuaaaaaaaa

ah, lack updates nih nih nih nihh.

i have to tell you something yaaaa..
beberapa minggu belakangan ini gue mengalami hal-hal yang menggoyangkan hasrat dan menyebabkan semua orang bergairah ingin berdansa dan bercinta bersama.

AAAHH AURA KASIHH!!

begini ya teman-teman sejawatku, akhir-akhir ini gue mulai merasakan ikatan batin terhadap benda-benda tertentu, merasakan aura yang keluar dari benda tersebut, seperti mama laureng lagi boker.
misalnya, sama benda ini :

spaghetti betti dari mekdi

parah paraahhh.. ngefans berat deh gue pokoknya. rasanya puol oke bangeeeett. murah lagi. gue bisa beli dua atau tiga atau lima ribu delapan juta enam puluh. gitu deh. zz

lalu juga benda ini :

tunggangan masa kini

tapi kalo yang ini sih gue JIJIK sama geli sama amit-amit sama najis sama semuanya.
kenapa mi? bukannya gaul?
karena gaul, jadinya gua amit amit. hueeeekk
masa yah, masa yah, kemarin gue ngeliat such a community kali ya? pokoknya gahul dengan semangat alayness yang menggebu-gebu. ohh tidaaakkk. mengendarai lowrider beramai-ramai daaaann you know whaaaattt... mereka NONGKRONG AJA GITU LOH LOH LOOHH di depan pool taksi dan jajan cimol.

wow.
sangat gahul dan masa kini sekali bukan??
hhuauahauhauahauhauahua

aaaahh tidaaakkk.

oh yeah, salam gahul deh ya.

makan spaghetti mekdi aaaahh.

Generally Intro

2008-10-21T16:02:00.007+08:00

manusia jerawat

whhhooooop.
hello hello hellooooo.

silmi kaffah, empatbelas. titisan mama loren gadungan. nama pasaran. cupu dan sangat tidak g4ul ataupun mentop di tempat bersekolah. dimana mana deng. hahahahahahaaa
kalo pulang sekolah langsung pulang lewat parlan yang sekarang ini sudah digusuuurrrr hahahahah tapi pindah tempat ke depan kantor pmi. sebelum parlan digusur, gue sering melihat lihat wisata anak gaul makan siang di tempat terbeken ini hahahuhuahauhuhua.

gue sih langganan bacin, tapi digusuuurr juga hahahahahhah eh pindah deng ke samping bank niaga yang which is malesin ke sananya gara gara lumayan jauh dari sekolah. hiks hiks.

yyaaay intinya gue malesan deh hahahahaha.

dan kalian tahu apa artinya males?
ARTINYA MALES, KAWAN KAWANKU?
TAHU??
KALIAN TAHU???

itu artinya bahwa gue akan jarang sekali update.
itu
artinya bahwa gue akan jarang sekali ngelink.
jarang, semuanya.

cobalah untuk tenang dan tabah.

salam hangat dan guling guling selalu.
huohohohohuoho

koprol dulu aaah.