Dari Hati

dalam rindu yang tak pernah pulang

22.31

 June 19, 2025

Sudah lama aku berhasil pura-pura berdamai— seolah lupa, seolah sembuh, padahal aku simpan rindu yang amat sangat. Bahkan sekarang— rindunya menetap dan diam-diam tumbuh— menyesap pelan dan berdetak dengan lirih.

Aku masih berharap aku punya pelukmu, menggenggamku erat— menjadi jangkar di sisa-sisa hariku yang kian berat dan penuh keluh, dalam senja yang kian pucat, dalam waktu aku sering bingung harus berlabuh di mana. 

Akhir-akhir ini, aku seperti hampir remuk—- atau malah sudah— perlahan repas, retak.

Bagaimana rupaku dari atas sana? Sudahkah aku tampak lebur, seperti abu yang segan terbawa pergi? 

Aku bahkan rasanya tak kuasa untuk terisak.

Ternyata sulit, tidak semakin mudah, bahwa kehilanganmu tetap akan sulit. Aku masih saja terjatuh, dalam kenang yang tak tahu diri pulang.

Malam ini, langit redup. Maukah kau datang, semai sedikit asa di pelataran dadaku yang lengang. Panggil namaku—- dengan lembut, dengan irama indah yang ku suka seperti biasanya, seperti doa yang diam-diam kau pernah panjatkan. Ucap sedikit pujian— bahwa aku hebat walaupun hidup tanpamu berat.

Sebelum sunup datang, kalau peluk terasa berlebihan, temui saja aku dari kejauhan, biar aku bisa memandangmu walau jauh, biar aku tak semakin jatuh— semakin dalam.

Andai semesta berbelas kasih, aku titip rinduku sehelai saja, agar terbawa sayap angin— agar Tuhan sampaikan pesanku padamu…

“Aku masih terhempas dalam dinginnya rindu, masih sama seperti bertahun-tahun lalu.”

Diary

00.34

 July 18, 2024

Have you ever been in the lowest possible place you could be? That’s where I find myself now. It’s so frustrating that I can’t even muster the strength to peek at what lies outside. Everything around me is in disarray, a chaotic mess that mirrors the turmoil within me. I keep questioning if I will be able to rise above these setbacks. I feel so lost, almost hopeless.


I am scared. I am haunted, by all the dreams I once held so dear, dreams that now seem like so distant, taunting whispers. The confidence I used to carry with me has vanished, leaving a hollow shell in its place. Where can I find it again? How can I dream again, find the courage to start anew?


It feels like the beginning is out of reach. 

To dream ever again, to start a new beginning… It seems impossible, but I have to believe that somewhere within me lies the strength to try.

Diary

01.09

May 8, 2024


Rangka embun yang kokoh-pun tak mampu bersanding dengan sunup. Pasti lekang, hilang, dan meregang pada akhirnya. Apalagi hati yang berasal dari remah-remah hampa dan air mata, sudah pasti pecah.

Hampir tiba musim panas tahun ini, tapi canda-mu di musim gugur bertahun-tahun lalu masih erat bersemi di memori-ku, aku hampir merasa bahwa kau tak pernah benar-benar pergi dan jauh.

Kau yang telah jauh, jika sempat bertandang di sela-sela asterik akhir-akhir ini, lihatkan? Aku baik-baik saja, tapi hanya rindu. Hati ku sedikit repas tapi aku akan tetap keras. Bilamana sesekali ada yang serupa dengan air mata, itu hanya embun, karena akhir-akhir ini malam terasa lebih dingin dari seharusnya. 

Apabila kau benar-benar bisa singgah, walau tak lama, bolehkah aku minta dekap-mu yang hangat? Atau genggam saja tanganku lagi seperti dulu? Jika itu berlebihan, biarkan aku lihat wajahmu saja dari kejauhan. Boleh? Aku rindu menggebu-gebu…

Aku sedang berjibaku dengan hidupku, kini aku sibuk, terkadang masih sulit terpejam saat malam. Bolehkah aku berandai? Jika mungkin kau masih di sini, akankah aku merasa selelah ini? Setidaknya mungkin aku masih punya teman kencan untuk secangkir kopi di hari liburku?

Kalau kau bisa mendengarku, datanglah sesekali ke mimpiku. Ajak aku bercerita, dengarkan keluh kesahku, dan jika tidak terlalu sulit, aku mau pelukan-mu satu kali saja…

“…Peluk aku, sebentar saja

Tak perlu berkata-kata, lari dan raup aku yang hampir lebur…”



Diary

16.49

October 19, 2023

The night remained silent, muted echoes of how and where you walked away, leaving me in tormenting riddles of why? 

“Never been I felt loved as how I always feel when you are around.” His voice sounds very collected, now sounds like shards of a broken promise. Then why did you leave? If only I knew it was your parting words.

We parted ways, as how on how every date we did. He walked me to the last intersection, I turned around because I knew I would miss his smiling eyes. He stood still until I took the last turn before reaching home, and that was the last time.

God took him too fast, before I could even learn to love him wholly, leaving me drowning in longing for too much now. 
Roses were blooming on your resting place, dear.
While my heart shatters into irreparable pieces

“Don’t walk away, I am falling down.”

If only I could beg for god to let me, only one day more to hold you, for the last time. 
If only I could love you enough, then.
If only… 



Diary

22.10

December 18, 2021

 

For the everlasting restless heart of mine...

Life is supposed to be thrilling..

for me to carry on ?

 

After the fights, of the highs-and-downs,

then comes another rains and storms...

yet, i haven't found what universe wants to show me

roads seems boundless

and i have often become careless

 

tears and drips--

despairs and agonies--

i have grown exasperated..

 

i, once, devised--

what if--

i had given in?

what if--

i decided to runaway, then?

 

would it be any better?

 

though--

i have-- too many times-- encountered uncertainties.

Diary

Without You

21.53

December 15, 2017

Days had passed, through the loneliness on the air.

Times had much gone, through the endless calling.

Because without you, I would be always waiting.

Because without you, I believe you'd come, one day.

There was a day, when I hope I would give up on you, because giving up means I would turning my way finding better direction. But my heart seems too steadfast that I can't even replace the rotten part of the memories we had and made it damn torturing. I have learned that there was no one could be you, because even if I am without you, your every shadow still remains, apparently, that I still couldn't believe that you had gone for years.

Good for you.

Not good for me. 

I was wrong.

I was wrong that I let my self to bump into you when in the end nothing would remain except the longing you forced me to swallow. I have been lost, walking too far to find you.

I want you to pay!
for the time being.
I have been looking for you.
I have lost in myriads of tears.

  

Diary

The 35 days - Once in a life

00.48

September 24, 2017



I am guessing of how they would perceive the world from there.
the world that appeared lost for me, the first time I got in.
kilometers away from world's rush.

I wasn't ready to let go off my comfort zone living between amenities. I was laying my self with thousands barriers, not willing to hail. And now it was an enchanted memory I want to brag.

People are full of smiles - and I was forced to be so.
People are accepting sincerely - and it was hard to let it go.


With love
Dusun Cinanas, Desa Cinanas
Kecamatan Bantarkawung, Brebes


Diary

Across My Seat, That Afternoon...

00.28

September 7, 2017

You were offering a smile for me to heal my longing, for me to remember when you were nowhere to reach, because I refuse to trace your steps, because I once again let you go without chains.

Our argues, times ago, were a breaking for me.
Our distances, how we used to be, were a worry for me.

What surprised me was, we weren't awkward to sit together, after all these...
What excited me was, we were all well to talk about things we like...
After all changes, you do, i do, and so does the world.

I examined your eyes, nose, and lips...
as mesmerizing as they were.
I relished your voice...
as lovable as it was.

As the sun set.
We parted, once again.

Waving hands, good-bye greetings, and smile are addiction.
addiction to wait the next time we promise. 


Dari Hati

21.46

September 19, 2016

Untuk hidupnya harapan...

Salahkan resah, untuk waktu yang hanyut bersama keraguan. Aku ingin salahkan gelisah, untuk penat yang membuatku susah menghela nafas. Tapi, harus aku salahkan siapa ketika arah peraduan matahari justru memimpin langkahku pada-mu yang bukan hanya kiasan. 

Tuhan sampaikan kabar indah ini, mungkin telah lama juga Tuhan tuliskan titah ini bahwa pada saat itu aku akan akhirnya memutus sejenak kerinduan, walau kini sudah mulai meracau lagi rindu itu...

Hanya bertukar pandangan-pun melegakan rasanya...
Hanya beriringan senyum-pun luar biasa bahagianya...

Yang selalu berada membentang bersama mega, walau jauh, di lipatan langit entah bagian mana.
Yang masih enggan untuk tak berada jauh...

Tiupan rinduku membeku dan menjadi embun di sela jendela kamarmu...
Di satu embun di antara rindu-rindu yang bertebaran, satu itu milikmu...
Satu itu milikmu, dan di sinilah bagian hulu dari mana rindu itu mengalir. 
Semoga tak sia-sia dan sekedar hanyut bermuara di laut yang tak terhingga...


Diary

Unexpected Encounter

00.40

My heart keeps beating like crazy bringing me into an immense of anxiety. It doesn't feel alright these recent days. Something was stuck inside my gorge like a clump that resist my breathing and it feels hard to inflate my chest. I am not well. I know I am not fine.

What has brought me to this state? What kind of past has led me to this way where now I often found my self off, deflated, and down.

...

I made up this story...

Once, I roamed the streets looking for a release. Just walking. I had no exact direction of where to bring my feet to. I was merely walking aimlessly under the calming cold which comforted me inside my sweater.

My hands were nearly frozen. They almost turned into ice block from the sharp cold. It wasn't a comforting cold but a freezing one. Indeed, my heart felt a bit at ease. I heard cold has this nice hypoesthesia upshot where it makes your nerves ending felt like numb. Hmm... at least I could feel my heart felt like numb to cover up the heartache. In turn, my body got stiff.

I ended my wandering on a wood bench watching every shadow passed through my sight until I sensed a warm beside me, only few inches away. I took a slight glance just to capture a pair of smiling eyes were staring back at me, too short glance to see the color of his eyes.

I announced my uncompromising way of socializing by staying quiet and refusing his offer to converse. I felt like I hadn't recorded his voice inside my parietal lobes. His voice traveled and poked my Wernicke's area to process his low-deep voice. I resisted it so much and I lost. I eventually turned my head to take a look of how he was. The atmosphere suffocated me so much. It was an awkward bump with stranger who seemed friendly and tried to befriend me.

His eyes radiated warmth filling up my vacant heart. Seems like competing with the blood running through the veins. No wonder, I felt a bit breathless, a little hypoxia? He blocked the bloods to enter my heart and occupied its every chamber with his charms. This should be kidding. It was probably just because my sympathetic nerves were triggered and my heart started beating too fast before my bloods able to get in. If it was my sympathetic nerves, why my face felt like burning and turned into grilled crab?

...

I was so imperceptible but that brief encounter had somewhat gave me a new feeling. Nothing could describe.

I am trying to open up little by little now following my curiosities.

I ended falling in love in thing I never thought before. It even goes further to every space inside my cell, now.

But, how does it feel to be rejected by thing you have put your heart into it?

Hurt.

No kidding.

Hurt.

It brought me to a realization that actually I am still lacking too much.

I might need a defibrillator now to keep my heart from jerking every single time I feel excited to learn it.


Diary

Falling

16.33



Once I thought, it would be nice to just stay inside my comfortable zone, inside a warm embrace of mommy's arms, and keep my self away from the stormy seas. But that only works for those who never think of any headway, for people who never dreamed of becoming mature and holding the word inside their hand. But I have come to a realization that I need to improve! I must advance!

Everyone at one of thousands points throughout lives would fail, would fall, would lose, would suck at thing, would regret, would embarrass their selves. And today, it's my turn to fall and land on the lowest profile of this world, too low from the hopes that I have been trying to revive. Falling is painful. I got wounds. I got scars inside heart that is inflexible to mend. This, maybe (I am exaggerating) is one of the toughest way I need to hike up back to be on top, my favorite place.

Let me tell you, how it happened. How finally I need to experience the agonizing tumble in the beginning of this year, 2016.

I made a really hard decision of whether i should challenge, at least to see how my self is doing this far. I didn't do anything yet, until it was minus one day from the closing date. I didn't fill in the application form, hadn't thought of making a motivation letter, and printed my GPA script, not until it was minus one day from the deadline. Such a deadliner!

I was just going to bury my gut under the fears and doubts when my heart said it would be a lost to miss such a chance to challenge and prove myself. Thus, I finally apply with nothing to wish rather than a precious experience of competing, without ambition, without obsession. I tell you, I looked like only gambling with luck at first.

It passed just like that, I even forgot that I applied because there were too much things occupied me such as nonsense midnight crying until skipping classes reasoning I was too fed up by those lectures I could read on my own. Honestly, this semester was just like a playground, I idled at the library, sleeping, playing candy crush, reading novels or news about Afghanistan's Taliban to Pakistan's homemade drone.

...

Days kept ticking and I didn't know where I finally found a commitment to mingle. I was suddenly being entangled with thing called anatomy. The damn difficult thing is now occupying my every chamber of my heart, even in every depression and elevation of my body's organs, even now after being completely rejected.

How did I get rejected?

Firstly, I am a stupid nut. There's no way they would accept such a big empty head to be there.

Secondly, I am a stupid nut who always have a hard time bustling with structures, places, and weird names.

Thirdly, I am a stupid nut who isn't smart.

Fourthly, I am stupid.

Fifthly, I am stupid.

I am stupid, I know right.

The whole reason might be I am a stupid damn big head with no talents or something to offer.

But I swear, I love it so much to learn about anatomy and be in daze, even though it's not easy to keep my eyes immersed onto the big thick atlas. Two minutes and I would get bored, I closed it. And I re-opened it, two minutes later I got bored and flew away finding a release, then back to stare, two minutes later I would feel like I am dying from those matters, then I pretend to die but then waking up again just to stare and tried to visualize every pictures onto my body. Ha-ha. I have those structures called bones, muscles, tendons, ligaments, arteries, veins, everything inside me.

Even if it's not my favorite thing, it always gets me the feel in inevitable way. As long as I am happy, how hard it it, I would still rush for it, even if I didn't get to sleep and fight off my melatonin to stay up. Easy babe...

And I have been completely rejected. OUT!

Bitter-smile.

But...

Oprah Winfrey said,

"You will at some point fall and when you do, remember this! There's no such thing as failure. Failure is just life trying to move us in another direction."

Michael Jordan was cut from his high-school basketball team. Does he look like he's bad at basketball? No.

Walt Disney was fired from his first job because people said he was lack of imagination. The beatles was rejected from the recording studios because people said they had no future in show business.

It's okay to fall. Fall forward and stand up!

I still have thousand more way than enough to understand, outside there, with every sincere wish to be better. I will still be able to learn. I will.



Diary

Turning 19!

05.24

I am aging! Getting old, being almost a complete adult, and turning 19. What to do, even though I have been hating birthday so much for changing me from baby to toddler, toddler to kid, kid to teenager, and now I am almost an adult, I am still so grateful for every blessing God has poured me.

19 years aren’t short and simple trip. There are much highs and lows, bunches ups and downs, myriads joys and sorrows, suffers and satisfactions. All which made me the way I am now. 

The thing I have learned so far from experiences of watching others, surroundings, trials-and-errors, I am gonna conclude so far: passion can wait, but curiosities never!

Why?

It’s hard to alter the point of view that everyone said you have to live your passion. From the saying passion makes everything easier, joyful, or many those positive thoughts. But for me, my passion can wait and I keep convincing my self that I never threw that out of my life, even if I am not living on it now.

Passion is something you don’t need appointment to do. You don’t need certain circumstances to live it. Besides, curiosities can kill me for not finding the answer. Right here, right now, If I have to jump from the plane just to feel how is it feeling so thrilled, maybe I would do it without fear. Curiosities make me fearless, sometimes thoughtless.

I see people are living their passion, saying they are happy with it. But they sometimes stop before done with their business. Saying they have much more times than enough before deadline, and finally even if with their passion they still procrastinate.

People with curiosities never bothered to lose their time to sleep  just to find the answer. It could take them to the edge of the world to find the best answer that fit their logic. 

Curiosities never lost!

Ha-ha. Those were just some birthday preachers from this kiddo nut. No offense, no hard feeling. I am not trying to indoctrinate anyone or quip someone.
…



And some nice girls sent me this tasteful chocolate birthday cake!!!

Thank you guys for making me surprised by the delivery. Thank you for the loves, friendships, craziness, nags, and companions that make my college life much more easier and effortless from the joys and laughs. Thank you for accepting this egoist-kiddo nut to be one of worms in your heart. 

Love you so much to the moon and back, from now and then.

Hey you, my cortisols yet endorphines donor!! @auliahusna14 and @silvanaoktaviana :)
also for my lovely onnie for sending me such a sweet birthday greeting along with prayers. I am so moved and feeling blessed. Thank you for always being nice. I love you too so so so much :) @dencylist

And for all people who always treat me like precious, may god always watch and guard you on every path.

Diary

Sad Ending

16.47

After the whole ups and downs, going through the uncertainties, finally everything must come to an end.

It's already my third semester studying in medicine. Having a start with wavering heart whether this place fits in me or whether I am deserved to survive here, I am still finding how I have to land on something stable in this college life. 

It's either a good news or maybe a bad news. I have just collected all my courage to attempt enrolling my self onto some kind of laboratory assistant, exactly anatomy. And I have just cried of all disappointment for once again encounter failing in my life.

Honestly, I am not freaked about anatomy. If I would rank the things I like while I am studying medicine, anatomy would not top my preferences. It's not that I hate anatomy, but I felt it harder when I have to stay up awakened putting my focus and all eyes on an atlas, and this is my only excuse, I am not a visual person. Reasonable?

I thought being one of their family members would be a help for me to learn more about anatomy since I found it's hard  to study and struggle alone for it. That's why I challenged my self to grab a responsibility. Why? I believed I would be more motivated to learn and give more efforts in learning anatomy. Being a lab-assistant means I have to master anything more than the ordinary student would, because I have to share and make sure others would understand what I taught and I thought I would be pushed more to learn anatomy harder than before with this kind of responsibility. But, god says no. I am not deserved to be there.

It's so sad and I cried. Recently I have settled my heart to commit here and hundred percents I put my hope onto this thing. 

While I found it's harder learning about anatomy, my other impression is that I found anatomy is fun. And believe or not, one of the reason finally I decided to go ahead enrolling my self is my curiosity. I have my own style for studying anatomy and I could say it wasn't a fail. And I thought I could share how I hardly study to digest any matters in books even if you have to put more times and efforts. 

I felt like I didn't get enough understanding of what actually anatomy is, so far. 

The happy thing is that I have given out what inside my heart, I didn't pretend anything saying I love anatomy so much so that I decided to enroll. I told all my worries and I am relieved now. I thought I have grown more mature. 

I sincerely congratulate for all my fellows who is having a good end. I know it best, you are all deserved to be there. 

I would always reminisce this moment as one of my ground for jumping and running higher than ever. I would not stop looking for answers of all curiosities raising in my head, even if I don't get a chance there, I would still be able to learn outside. I have promised my self to be responsible for choosing to live as medical student and be a sweet doctor for my patients. I would learn harder so I wouldn't misdiagnosed people.

And I would definitely find my stage for my passion to grow. Yes, sharing things with others, being a story teller, being a teacher, are my passion of all passions I have. I hope, I'll still be able to enjoy and find a box for my passion to grow into joy.

Wait for me...

Diary

22.51

Selamat malam...

Ternyata telah lagi berganti tahun, mudah saja 365 hari yang penuh rindu itu berlalu lalang. Sudah hari ke delapan belas di tahun dua ribu enam belas yang berarti akan menandakan bahwa hampir enam tahun wahai sang manis kesayangan tuhan telah berada jauh tak dalam pandanganku, mendekati juga hari ulang tahunmu yang ke dua puluh tahun.

dua puluh tahun?

Kau mungkin sudah tampan seperti bagaimana biasanya manusia tumbuh. Dua puluh tahun itu waktu yang luar biasa, tak inginkah kau berkunjung? Sebentar saja, aku ingin, walaupun sedikit saja mendengar kita bercengkerama. Aku menyimpan banyak sekali cerita untuk mu, untuk mu mendengarnya sedikit saja. Aku juga sudah tumbuh dan beranjak hampir menjadi dewasa. 

Aku sedang berjalan di jalan sepetak yang aku ingin kau sesekali memegangi payung yang biasanya aku pegang sendiri. Aku sedang berjalan di atas tanah yang terkadang membuatku sesak dan aku ingin kau sesekali menjengukku, biar hilang sesak di dada. 

Wajah jinggaku, 
bolehkah aku mengganti panggilanmu menjadi wajah jinggaku? Itu terlihat cerah dan bahagia. 
Ilalang itu mulai sombong, sekarang seringkali juga kumbang tak menyemangati mega untuk tetap menjingga di senja. Waktu sela senjaku sebelum petang menjadi membosankan, jujur saja, akupun telah lama tak menyaksikan matahari berjalan ke peraduannya, Aku tertidur dan tiba-tiba hari telah berganti begitu saja. Karena aku lelah dan bersedih, aku mungkin pengecut karena mencoba lari dari suara dentingan jam yang seharusnya aku mengamatinya. Tapi aku terlalu takut, aku telah berkali-kali mencoba untuk keluar dari jalan yang menyesakkan ini, tapi akupun tak tahu harus berjalan ke arah mana lagi...

Aku memang tak tahu malu kan?
Aku terus berkeluh kesah, padahal aku tahu, kau mungkin sedang mendaki pegunungan dingin penuh batu atau sarang serigala. Kau juga mungkin sedang kesulitan dan telah berkali-kali menyeka air matamu. Pasti kau sedang berusaha, karena kau telah datang jauh ke tempatmu berada sekarang, jauh di ujung sana yang aku tak mampu menerkanya. 

Selamat berjuang juga, wajah jinggaku yang aku harap tetap berbahagia. Karena kau adalah pria manis yang aku ingat selalu... 


Diary

Papa ❤️

14.59


Dear papa,
if one day, time ticks back to the day when I had not been alive, would you still choose me as your daughter?
I am just curious, if you have ever regretted having me in your life.

Nothing more than a cliche gratitude along the way I could tell you of how much I am so thankful for being a part of your life. From the very beginning of my life and still counting for thousands more of life series…

I wish I am still able to grow a little taller, shoulders–a little wider. Someday, I want to stand in places you always guard me from hot and rains, in a place you always able to hide every horror side of this world and let me feel only the breeze that the storm left, yet never failed to edify and instill me with courage and sincerity.

Papa, I want to be the greatest gift for you that would take all the worries you have in both heart and mind. 

Thank you for being my very lovable first love that would never ever ever break me, yet always mend my uneasy heart.

Thank you for meeting mommy and award me this nice ‘’daughter’’ status for the rest of my life.

Thank you for understanding my every inflexible way of behaving and communicating.

How much should I write my gratitude? How much kilobytes I would spend just for uploading all the nice things I have with you?

Diary

20.32

like those flying birds, i want to be that bold, just once.

How it feels, the nervous feeling you get, while you are walking closer reaching out to your very own dream? Tell me, because I forget.

Once I thought, dream could be easily changed by time. But I am wrong. The denial from my self keeps getting harder. My heart is wavering even stronger.

God, I have a dream, and my dream is bottled out.

Diary

Past Notes

20.13


-

The spirit of my life has been so easy come and easy go lately. Just found this cutie notes among dust under the bed. It was written so innocently almost two years ago, when I believed my life will go right on my own-designed path, even it’s a big no, today. But someday, after re-read these spiritful words, I believe it will.

There must be a reason why god put me here, in a place I never wanted to belong. In a place, I find my heart and mind often in their loneliest time. In place, where it’s hard for me to understand how people think. I am still whispering my dream every day, because I don’t want to die being anonymous.

The thought that my upcoming days will be really tougher empowers me, but it somehow frightens me. I have to realize that soon I have to stand by my own feet. For the upcoming days, I should not only be mourning what I have lost so far.

There will be so much obstacles on all sides, but of course I should be my own hero on every road. Not only encouraging my self to stand and walk but to realize how I have been so fool to fall in the past.

I don't know of what will come in the future. I don’t know my rank. What I know is only how I have to make a living, until the fate comes. I’ll never know what and who will I left behind so exact. I will also don’t know who love me or whom I will love. Life is just a mystery.

We were fated to die, to disappear in the end. But no, I don’t want to lose my name, just as my life will lose eventually. Even with so much desperation, I’ll try to ensure, my name will still remain, whatever it takes. Now I might be anonymous to every one. And that’s the loneliest time of all. But I will prove it wrongs.

                                                                                                           In the end of December, 2013

Diary

"What Room does Fear Have?"

20.36


sharing this nice speech.

deeply for my loser-mental self, what room does fear have? when future has no limit.

Walking on extraneous path now doesn't mean you give up your very own dream. No dear, god never said we only have one chance. We have an infinite way to always restart and recast on what will we be in the future. Every time you feel world is being unfair, look up to who created you, God never choose what grievance he would listen.

Diary

Pajama and Sushi Story

23.14


Counting days to the start of new semester and rewarding my self for a short holiday in a town, 6-hour away from home. In the last week of holiday when it's should be the most hectic days preparing for the next jam, I am carefree-ly away from home and siding at sister's new boarding room. Sorry guys, I care for my serotonin better than everything. Ha-ha...

A night of two sisters who wished to get the meals by delivery had to be ruined to another way because none of us had cash in hands. With sleepy and sluggish body, we didn't even care to prettily design our night attire. 
And...
We drove out with cozy pajama, no cologne, no lotion, no powders, and no shame for being too clumsy among people who dressed beautifully.

Ordering two portion of ramen, two iced-lemon tea, and Sakana (basically a takoyaki with i-forgot-the-name sauce), we tried to once be a shameless girls fooling around only with pajama.

Ebi Furai Ramen

I wanted to describe my 'sinking' ebi furai ramen which was damn so good. Firstly, the main attraction which is the ebi was a bit off. Why? we usually got our ebi tempura with crispy coat, right? But what I got was the sinking ebi tempura in the sea of ramen's soup. Well, the juicy taste of ebi was still there, luckily, but getting my ebi tempura already swamped inside the bowl was just...

But, that wasn't really matter actually since the soup is just so so good. Maybe, that was one of the most delectable ramen's soup I have ever tried. Complete with sliced-leek, nori, and the crunchy of sesame seeds, the dish was really warm for dinner meal. 

Well, that's our dinner, how's yours? 

I am writing this while laying prone facing my sister's laptop, away from home, Semarang, listening to random songs.

The holiday will end really soon, so sad that my leisure time has to end...

these pretty lanterns comfort the ambience


Diary

When Sister Met Sister (Udon and Sushi's Time)

09.41



こんにちは。

Konnichiha, guess what? I got my long holiday already. Ending this July with soul loaded with uncertainties of exams' result doesn't mean I have to be deflated and depressed. Yoohoo--I am not going to be broody. Thanks to my lovely sister, she came home and acted like a sister (?), no. Actually she has always been behaving the same way. She is good not only at bellyaching but also spending money especially on me, a penniless bumbling little sister.

As I have shuffled from the finish line of the second semester being in college, sister treated me and we got into a new sushi bar today to binge on some bowls of udon and slices of sushi. Fortunately, I can feel it again after about five months couldn't catch my breath. There were times when all I gulped and swallowed was worse than tasteless, and I got my papilla back to how it should be today! Good things I am blessed with immense munchies and great appetite.

Come on, ask me! How was it?

Not bad.

My sister kept saying that she likes how they use a wooden-based interior to get us the experience like authentically in Japan. But for me, I like how they force us to enjoy the pure taste of their kitchen. There are only two places in my town which serve food and want us to devour the taste like how they want us to. With only washabi, soy sauce, and sliced red ginger on the table, the typical items complementing Japanese dishes. Impressive, because most of sushi eatery would offer me chili sauce to fit my taste or to cover their illusory  dish.

I ate udon.

The tempura udon I ordered is so much like a dish I have ever ordered in a different oriental restaurant. Simply, udon and soy soup with some side-dishes (?), like onion ring, carrot-tempura, and ebi-tempura. Taste usually good.

One thing which tasted special for me was the ebi-tempura! Deep-fried with crispy coat, it just looked like another ebi-tempura. But you'll never get the taste of the sea smeared on your mouth. It wasn't fishy. It was really good like how when we bite on some cheesy snack but it came out as a different sensation. Well--I am not really good at describing something, if you couldn't get the imagination, just go and grab some! I am telling you there's no good envisioning about food, just going to make you salivating all day long.