• 10 Years of Blogging and Being Here.

    I WAS 17, typing away from my desktop computer in my room from 7 pm to 3 am, non-stop. The fan was blowing to keep the CPU from overheating. We didn’t have an air conditioning unit back then. I typed letters I would never sent, grammatically incorrect short stories in English, angry poems, sad poems, almost-love poems, teenage novellas and

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  • I Want To Do Nothing & Everything With You

    I can listen to you talking about your grand adventures for hours. About the foreign cities you have visited. About Bosnia and Kosovo and Albania. About the exotic beaches and fellow travellers you meet at the seaside bar. About the things you see and the things you think about as you see those things. About the museums and the park

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  • How We Say Goodbye When Summer Ends

    Our retrouvailles marked the end of summer in your city. The city I came to love despite its constant windy chills and random rain showers: in summer. We remembered the couch—with plush pillows and soft blankets thrown carelessly over its surface; something that reminded us of the chaotic beauty of a studio of an artist. We spent so many times snuggling there;

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  • How To Love.

    Love by knowing that everything is temporary. Love by knowing that it will not last forever. Love by knowing that it could be the first and the last, the best and the worst, the only one or another one. Love by knowing that nothing is permanent. Love by knowing that this moment can make and break the rest.

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  • About Someone Who Loves You.

    One day, you’ll understand that the highest compliment you could ever receive is having someone who is with you; instead of having someone who wants to be with you. PHOTO BY NICO WIJAYA. By then, you’ve learned the hard way: that promises are not that difficult to break, that people don’t always mean what they say,

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  • Farewell: An Open Letter to Goodbye.

    Dear Goodbye, Sorry for I have been quite unwelcoming (again) the last time around. I mean… I always know that you would eventually come for a visit. I know that on one of those random days, I would hear someone knocking on my door and rush over to open it–only to find you standing there awkwardly, swaying from one

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  • Take This Dance.

    At first it was as if someone was brushing their gaze on you; like a soft touch on your bare shoulders–something light and airy and wonderful, like a luminescent feather oscillating in the dark; and then slowly, you felt the heat built up around you and the intensity got heightened; the feather was burning with blinding lights of fireworks;

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  • And So, You Did.

    “The fact that you’re always happy can be annoying at times,” said A. Your first response came out as, “I am not always happy!” And A came back immediately with, “Yes, you are!” You knew he was half-joking. Well, no. You wanted to believe that he was half-joking. Because contrary to popular belief, you are

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  • The Traveling Words.

    One of the reasons why I love second-hand books is this: because sometimes–when I get lucky, I’ll find one with hand-written notes inside of it. I am always fascinated by such random collision of lives; knowing that the book I am holding once belong to someone else; given as an act of love by the

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  • It’s Right.

    I was running late for work. So I didn’t change my shirt. The evening’s drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth.* You know it’s right because it’s light. You know it’s right because your heart is clear. You know it’s right because your mind is free from fear. You know it’s right because you

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  • Retrouvailles

    February unfolds with raindrops and pillows and that feverish feeling of missing something you can’t really put into words or shapes or figures and makes your stomach churns. Those fluffy rain clouds looms above you as you sip your first cup of coffee in the morning and your last cup of tea in the evening,

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  • I Won’t Give Up on Us.

    It was 4 AM when you found yourself awoken to the sound of thunder and the pouring rain outside. You pulled your blanket closer, tighter; the dark clouds were looming over your bed as you fixed your gaze onto the white-painted ceiling. You scratched the back of your right leg with your left toes and

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  • When I Called You Handsome.

    When I called you handsome, I was actually seeing something beyond the way you look. I was referring to a pair of wonderful eyes that you have: not because they are light brown or protected by such gorgeous eyelashes or stuff like that, but because whenever they looked at me, gently, I could see my

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  • {in}side

    There were moments when people just took off and left you behind; and you thought they were being unfair and selfish. Other times, it was you who decided to pack your bag and leave, and when they said, please, stay, you thought how annoying and unfair they were for trying to tie you down. And now

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  • The Wedding.

    My dear friend Nadia asked me to write a script for her pre-wedding video. We had discussed about the concept of the video beforehand, but I had never seen the video itself until it was finished—and I needed to think about the matching script that would go along with the video’s storyline. The first thing that

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  • Sometimes it feels.

    Sometimes it feels like we are not going to make it. There are too much uncertainties ahead of us (and between us). Sometimes it feels like a sweet dream, and that I will wake up one day, realizing that you are no longer here. That our time is up. Sometimes it feels so temporary, so

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