Suatu Malam..

Begitulah.. uap dari teko mengepul, meningatkan selera kafein yang tercium dari cangkir kopi hitam yang dilarutkan Tak ada yang bisa membuatkan kopi untuk seorang perempuan di pagi hari. Apalagi malam hari, kecuali dirinya sendiri.. Untuk ini, Tuhan adalah perempuan penikmat kopi yang membuat kopinya sendiri.   hahaha.. itu saja sebenarnya.

It is about tea, it is about me..

I am tea, a green tea not an orange juice

It is interesting to know me, am I a green tea or an orange juice?

I used to think that I am an orange juice but I was not. It is a problem of growth and plantation to know. I am a tea drinks tea, I am an orange in the grey color, I am mixed the both of white and black, I am different. God created me in indefinite and unique mixture, it is such an honor for me to see something not the same as what everyone sees, to feel the emotion same as her the red apple feels. You are green apple, bittersweet. I prefer green things than red things; it is too sweet, and too visible to show my self in reds. I won’t call as bewitched because being too visible is not my natural way to get the enchantment of you. I prefer tea not coffee, it is too dark to show my self, so I am here, in the liquid thing filled my cup. Tea. Warmth and toast. I pour you tea from my pot. I wait you to fill the sugar or creamer. I am still waiting…

Coffee. How black and thick your coffee is? It represents your heart. What kind of coffee do you like? It represents your personality. But I do not care what kind of coffee I drink. I drink coffee to remember you then forget you. I prefer tea.

Netbook perdana

Entah mengapa saya hanya butuh menulis sore ini. Sudah satu tahun saya tidak seintensif sebelumnya dalam menuangkan pemikiran atau perasaan dalam sebuah tulisan. Sebenarnya  saya juga tidak punya bahan pemikiran apa apa untuk ditulis, sama sekali tak terbersit sedikit pun apa yang harus saya tulis, tentang apa, mengenai apa, sekuat apapun saya mengernyitkan dahi tak ada bahan menarik apapun dalam benak untuk dituliskan yang datang sebagai inspirasi. Yang saya tahu hanya bahwa sore ini saya merasa amat sangat ingin menulis, namun yang tersaji dalam otak hanya sekedar semilir angin sejuk, siang yang siap mundur, malam yang tengah maju dan sebuah perasaan dan pikiran kosong tanpa beban tersapu ditiup angin sore barangkali.

Sore pada Jumat yang tenang di Februari damai,

Sebenarnya ada satu alasan mengapa tangan saya begitu gatal untuk mengubah tekanan yang diberikan jari jari secara simultan dengan otak pada tuts tuts keyboard menjadi huruf huruf yang teratur memebentuk kalimat utuh yang merambat menjadi paragraf paragraf menggerumut massive dalam layar netbook mungil merek lokal yang pasti akan kelelahan membiarkan dirinya akan saya perlakukan dengan intensitas yang mungkin dia tak bisa tanggung sebagai ciptaan yang tercipta mungil.. J YA, sebuah karya mungil hitam mempunyai layar mungil dan mesin mesin mungil di dalamnya yang baru saya beli hari kemarin, kamis 24 Februari yang tak sabar saya otak atik, saya permainkan dan saya gunakan hingga saya puas. Semoga sebuah kepuasan tidak membuahkan kerusakan pada si mungil yang saya namai Io.

Welcome ioooooooooo....

A Dream to Realize

What do you want to be in the future? When this question comes up and given to me in every occasion and probably given in every different opportunity in my long life, the first answer would appear in my mind is always be “I must be an author in the future” and then come the second answer to substitute the first one “I got to be a journalist, travelling around the world to gain the information”; the first and the second answer  are interconnected and complete one to each other, I can write everything I can write like novels, short stories, poems, autobiography and the like while accomplishing the job as a journalist. But the two answers is not proper to focus an achievement, I have to have a dream, and must be one fixed dream to focus on, which one is the very best preference and proper to represent my future. Or scarcely, I will not even acquire any of the two dreams I dream in my entire life.

To write something like future is a subtle chain hard to arrange and predict, especially a person who is tangled and confused by given one simple question about his future and answered the question with two unconvinced answers in his mind, like me. The omen of dreams come true is not meteorology to weather forecast which has its conditions to predict the real weather will happen in a place. To talk about dream is to talk about the person who dreams a dream (future), the problem is that I have many dreams and desires for future, such a temporal “wanna be” to be a singer, author, announcer, celebrity, actor, reporter, MC, traveler etc. It must be self-inquiring to answer such above, Am I clever enough to be a journalist? Are the stories I wrote interesting enough to read? Does my voice thrill someone when I sing a song? And sums appear like a hard rain in the brain.

Future is also retrospective to beheld, what the history made by the person so the person is proper to be what he or she wants to be and it got to be achievement along life, educational background, habits, environment, hobbies and of course the abilities to buffer the dreams come true. From all over dreams I mentioned above, one that has been proved is to be an author. And according to my ability to write, correspondence to friends’ opinion about the stories I have written, Nabilla Ummusakinah a friend whom I believe has a good sense of reading, always encouraging me to continue writing, she always wait for my next story, and she is not the only one who give such opinion, so the first answer about being author is proper enough for being true. Beside that I have a constant sharing with the popular writer like Dewi Dee Lestari, Fahd Djibran, and Agus Sarjono via facebook and email. Then being an author is my bright future.

Life is about moving achieving and decaying finally, and to get through of my dream to be an author all I need is a natural requirements and conditions of being it. After formulating this article then musing some of the kindred conditions that an author has to have for writing, the first of all in being the great author such Pramoedya Ananta Toer, Dewi Dee Lestari, and Elizabeth Gilberth all I need is to enrich my knowledge about everything, because an author has to know everything so he or she could write everything without any unknowing limitation to write, to get this I have to read, to watch, to feel and to ask, then come the second one, it is about enriching vocabularies, especially if I want to write in foreign language such English, for the third one I have to be so well know to the circumstance where I live, great compassion, intuition, critical minded, compulsively controlled, and able to make very well social connection to my mind and my heart, and for the last is writing itself, to practice again and again, striving to write what I feel, think and see. With those great processes I convince that I could realize my dream to be an author. I am young, so god damn young and I have all my passion of hot blooded young spirit to realize the dream of being more than my favorite authors in the future. And if it is imagination, my words would make it come true. J