inspiration

It is never easy to get an inspiration.

NEVER.

And I do think I'm now losing my inspirations. Like you know... it was easy for me to find inspirations that I could write a novel myself - but yes, it was accidentally deleted by my cousin. It was cheesy tho, so I was kinda grateful that my cousin deleted it.

I plan on writing another book. But when people ask me, "What kind of book are you going to write?" I'm all like, "Yeah that's the problem. I don't know. I don't even know what kind of topic I'm going for."

:(

I originally planned to start writing when this Lebaran holiday started. Two days have passed, and blank page is still in front of me. But why is it so easy for me to find inspirations when I doodle? I've drawn six different doodling these two days.

Well.. turns out I'm gonna have to think, think, think and think.

BERDIRI

Enak ya jadi gedung tinggi ini,

Diguncang-guncang,

Tidak perlu jatuh,

Tidak perlu menangis,

Tidak perlu menitikkan air mata

Yah,

Paling kalau gedungnya sudah tua

MATI

Mati tidak harus tidak bernapas

Mati..... bagi saya, tidak hidup,

Secara rohani - itu yang ingin saya katakan

Ya, mati tapi hidup

Semua orang pasti pernah merasakannya

Tidak produktif, tidak bisa tersenyum - apalagi tertawa, tidak hidup

Seperti dua wayang itu

Dipermainkan,

Dipermainkan,

Dipermainkan sepanjang hidupnya

Tidak melawan

Pasrah,

Dipermainkan

Tapi beberapa bilang,

"Mati itu pasti lebih menggembirakan."

Namun,

Bagaimana jika kita menyesal ketika nanti kita menutup mata?

iAdios Mi Hermana!

So yeah.. my sister left for United States today. And it sure did drive me nuts.

Living my days without her sure shall.. kill me badly. You know, maybe if she was still in Jakarta at this very moment, she wouldn't be here, at home, with me. She'd be out with her boyfriend and friends, hanging around and having fun since it's Friday night. But I'd not complaint, because I know she'd be there with me at night anyway.

I've had her for my entire life... and I'd still her tomorrow, next week, next month, next year... next century.

I love her so much.

She is the first person I run to when I break down.

She is the first person I share my stories.

She is the first person to know if I'm not okay.

She is the first person to know if I'm happy.

She is always the first person to know me better than I know myself.

:(

Hell i promised her not to cry because she'd leave. But now I am. At this very moment, while typing this. Can't help my tears no more.. I've missed her already.

It may be hard for you to find a good sister, because the best is already mine.

PEOPLE GOT ME THINKIN

Should i start.......... writing a book? Some people say that i ought to write one.

Even my sister says so. But the thing is... my only question is,

"What should i write about? What will the topic be? What will it be about? Should it be a novel or....?"

But if you think i shouldn't write, it's fine by me. I'll just keep on tweeting, i suppose?

Since now some of you have known my type of writing, help me? :)

Answer this question by mentioning me on Twitter or answering this q on my own Tagboard (see the heart-shaped icon and click!)

PARACHUTE

I wanna take you with me
to life with no more yesterdays
we can start again awake and so excited
and change the way we always push
we always push

I'll open up and be your parachute
and I'll never let you down
so open up and be my human angel
and we'll only hit the ground
running

Would you ever know then... that I have a feeling I couldn't tell you d-i-r-e-c-t-l-y?

GOD HOW MUCH I WISH YOU COULD READ MY MIND,

So I wouldn't have to find a way to tell you how I really felt. :/

woof!

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