the little tree, me and daddy

this somewhat dull morning, i saw my dad was doing his morning ritual, socializing with his small lovely garden. he was holding a little wood stick. [me approaching] couldn't be said a curiosity, i was more like trying to socialize with my dad. i've been away from home for quite a while. [daddy's big smile] i was asking what he was doing. and he offered me to plant the stick on the ground. it was a process of stekking kembang sepatu (englonesian). hibiscus rosasinensis or hibiscus something with 'sis' in the end. he said it would grow a nice little tree*) [stekking] then, this odd-but-why-not idea was crossing my mind. how about if each living person on earth do this little planting activity, and is fined, with a pretty number of money, when they don't. a tree planting obligation. but sudahlah, it was just another crazy-odd thinking, like establishing a restaurant named 'padang njingglang' or wishing someone out there would invent healthy cigarrettes.

p.s. not sure whether the tree is still alive, now. kalau dibahasaindonesiakan, aku ini bukan orang yang bertangan dingin, gituh.

*) it was said by a former student of agricultural technology, never graduated, though, for he cheated and chose banking for living

the perfect recipe

can't hardly remember why or to whom i wrote this poem. but obviously i was a bit tipsy.

Let me love you just a twist,
with a tea spoon of caring,
and a drop of desires.

Let me adore you in sprinkles,
coat you with the warmth of my melted heart,
toss in the air sometimes with the abundance of devotions.

Let my passion be your garnish,
adorn your body and soul,
and let you pleasing my days with your perfect delicacies

me, celebrating life

still, moving some old stuffs. just to remind myself.

i love the day when i sang well. i love 5pm in the afternoon after raining. i love my girlfriends. i love my parents, my brothers and ALL of my family. i love the man i’ve been in love with. i love my friends. i love chubby, all the dogs and cats all over the world. i love my city. i love cheese, peanut butter and ice cream. i love movies. i love groceries. i love coincidence. i love applying nail coats. i love scrambled egg. i love fresh water. i love piano. i love plain wallpaper and clean and smooth carpet. i love the days when i had butterflies in my stomach. i love nice and cozy couch. i love cypresses and mountains. i love peace and to make people smile. i love being in love. i love my shoes and my old jacket. i love seeing things differently. i love sincerity. i love white-sand beaches and sunset. i love mascaras. i love lyrics and music. i love imagination. i love to be accidentally sexy. i love secrets. i love 25 degrees of temperature. i love (my) college, work and salaries. i love to love and would love to be loved.

blues

just moving some old stuffs from my old blog. in case if someone hasn't read it.

for those who wonder why i never got mad. cuz whenever i met some pills, i drank pills.:D hell no. well, some aspirins sometime. i cried. i ate good food. i went to the day spa. i talked to some beloved friends who demand NOTHING. i TALKED to my mother,my dogs and cats. then i cried again. and got back to life. thank God i am forgetful, that’s the gift.
for those who think i don’t give a shit. i do give a shit. but i don’t talk about shit.
for those who might think that i don’t have anything bothers my head. well, i have loads and loadS of them i have enough to share.
my head and my heart aren’t numb.
i’m sorry if you think they are.
i smiled because that’s what my lips made from.

i don’t smile a lot anyway.

that’s it. i’ve said it.
this mess LOVE you dears…
whatever happens.

1st launch

never before i thought to create another blog. but then dama, the moustacheod, created her own blogspot just a moment ago. then, i started to think that i've been off from writing activity since my creative writing class years ago, bad. bad in the sense that i started to think writing is pointless. but hey, whats with being pointless? it's fun. so what the fuck, i will start to write anything here. but then again, i warn you that you're officially became a totally pointless reader for reading such pointless writing like mine.lol. anyway, for this moment, i just wanna shout out to the world that i love my gang! the bandits and bandidas! and this crazy ridiculous temporary ideas that have been wandering around my head lately, that i dont wanna get married or work soon. well, this wont change anything, but thanks. and i love you pointless people!