Month: August 2010
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Code
Some say code is poetry, but for me, poetry is code. With these codes, I’ve been cheating the clear blue sky and flower on the window facing my neighborhood. I’ve been singing my betrayal and cover it as if it is only lines of Icelandic. I’ve been writing love letters to the past and the…
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Ramadhan
Morning comes without coffee this month ——————–——————–——————–——————–——————– Ramadhan comes back each year while life rolls. Things change, like the distance between me and my family: my home. Like how I do the hours-countdown to sunset. Some other things just stay the same, like the soothing-Arabian-like TV commercial jingles. Like how the trees rhyme. Ramadhan for…
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M
This is the city where M lives. He lives there without telling me anything, but I got it, because I already tried to find him in the city where we used to live ten years ago. He didn’t run and hide and I didn’t hide and seek. We just lived the slow motion of fast…
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Until the day I send postcards saying “I miss you”…
I envy people who travel a lot; as if they had wings.
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August came and got me a year older
It came with cakes, wishes & smiles from people who got starlight on their eyes. Thank you Anggaputra, Jesika-Brenda-Mala-Shabi, those special twelve Hardi, Keni, Hakim, Sari, Feni, Cebi, Panjie, Dinoy, Ai, Japir, Beyo, Pii; Ramda and the rest of Liga Film Mahasiswa; those who called, who texted, who said it on Facebook, on Twitter, or…