be the one who is different than other

be the one who never care what people said to you

be the one who loves the world

be the one who loves the life

be the one who survives in any tragedies that God puts you in

be the one who tell the word that never been told

be the one who takes the biggest step first

be the one who has A BIG dream and imagination

be the one who never shy about anything

be the one who CHANGE the world

be the one who thinking one step ahead from the other

be the one who smile all the time

be the one who always support people no matter what

be the one who other people can’t

be yourself

1 year ago · Notes

Ia yang berbaju merah, datang menghampiriku.
Tidak seharusnya ia berada disini.
Semua mata jernih melihatnya marah.
Ia sosok yang sempurna.

Bagaimana bisa makhluk seindah itu penuh dengan dosa?
Dosa kah aku mengaguminya, menginginkannya?

Sosok indah itu berdiri di hadapanku, tersenyum.
Makhluk yang indah tanpa celah,
Kecuali baju merah yang melekat di dirinya.

Ia meraih tanganku yang putih bersih tak bernoda.
Hatiku luluh, kepercayaanku runtuh
Jubahku lepas, bajuku terkelupas.
Aku menjadi merah.
Merah semerah si iblis tampan.

1 year ago · 1 note

We spent 3 years in high school. First year, we didn’t know each other. Second year, we’re like best friends. Third year, we don’t want to say goodbye.

First year. Maybe this is the most horrible year for some of us. We haven’t know each other yet. Maybe we haven’t met yet, because we were in different class. For me, this year is the reason why I want high school over quickly.

In our sophomore year, we still in different class but most of us in the same class. Well, first let me tell you about my class. 2c. Best class ever!! We’re all friends in that class. If I could, I won’t change that class, not even a bit.

Anyway, sophomore is the best year ever. We laughed, we cried, we happy, we sad, but most important, we support each other. Our friendship started in our trip to bali. We’re all in the same bus. We spent more than less one week together. This is the time that we found out about friendship. True friendship. We actually laughed together, and some of us cried. But it just for make us stronger than before.

In sophomore, we found out than we are unique. There’s no one like us. There’s a girl who has poker face like mikey way, there’s a girl who loves a boy who always breaks her heart, there’s a girl who looks like dora and she always happy, there’s a girl who looks like a cat (haha sorry) but really good at drawing, there are two girls who called “ketua gengski” haha, there’s a girl who (used to) love cireng so much, there’s a girl who loves fairytale, there’s a girl who likes “lale”, there’s a girl with curly hair, there’s a girl who loves boyband from japan or korea, and the last one is a girl whose the oldest girl in gengski.

We are different than others. Maybe they always make fun of us, but we always strong as one. Those bitches can’t compare with us. We are the trendsetter!!

And now the senior year. The last year we go to the same school. We won’t break our friendship (well, who does?). Honestly, I really sad about graduation. I mean, the first time I go to high school, I really want to get out immediately. But now, it’s hard for me to not seeing my friends EVERYDAY. I remembering the time we spent together in bali, in every breaktime, every minute, every second.

My beloved friends, we’re gonna go to the real life (re: college). We might won’t be able to meet everyday, but please don’t ever forget our friendship, not even a second. I’ll always remember you, because graduation is not the ending, but the beginning for our more-mature life. I miss you already gengski! Good luck for us!

Sincerely, your beloved ayam in the world.
Mayam

1 year ago · 9 notes

In the middle of the night, we’re all awake in the silent. We can’t sleep but we don’t want to awake too long.

Something on their minds, but I don’t know what it is. Is it the time? Am I suppose to choose the side?

We’re all here but we’re not together. Love keep us together but life keep us fall apart.

What I must suppose to do? I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t know what he said.

All I know we’re all on the line, hanging by a thread. Trying to through this, but love isn’t strong enough to keep us alive.

There’s nothing I can do. There’s nothing I can say.

Maybe this is what they called separation. Maybe it’s what we are afraid of, or what I’m afraid of. Or maybe it’s just life.

1 year ago · Notes