I don't believe in a statement which judges that there's no friendship between man and woman because they will remain in love.
I have such friendship and now I can't understand how we could stitch this friendship very well along this way. We share, we help, we laugh, we talk, we walk and everything we do we do together with each other. This is just it.. just remains good friendship. We're friends just how the way we are. This is true friendship and it's beautiful. We are happy with our situations in every circumstance happened and there is no time we feel awkward. You can imagine that, no? Nothing can exchange our friendship.
Selasa, 26 Maret 2013
Friendship of Mine
Minggu, 17 Maret 2013
Stop By
How fun to see how this life goes on and on and on. I'm watching people's business though it's not my own business and searching for something I didn't know what its use for me. I'm not gonna imitate people's life. I am searching for my own puzzles through others. Now, there's me in my intersection. I feel so uncertain with everything I chose. How about you?
Sabtu, 16 Maret 2013
Eternal Memory in March
I end this day chaotically.
Why is there 'good' in a good bye? It doesn't make any sense.
Everybody has the beauty sides, I want that sides always be beside me. There must be reasons why God makes people meet each other. By that tought, no one comes lately to others' life. The beauty side of a person I met lays over my deep heart, always, always.
What really matters if everything remains memory? Memory is always special for me. Memory is as perfect as what future will be. 'Cause a future will obviously remain memory eventually.
So, I think that is why there is 'good' in a goodbye. No bye in the other dimension of worlds, the worlds that you call it mind and heart.
Sabtu, 09 Maret 2013
9 March
Ketika 2 jiwa pecinta tak pernah bisa benar-benar lepas.
Sejauh apa pun langkahku menjauhimu,
Kemana pun pikiranku melupakanmu,
Sebanyak apa pun persimpangan kutemu,
Semacam apa pun orang-orang beradu,
Sekuat apa pun tarikan mereka padaku,
Aku tak pernah kehilangan kompas arah agar bisa pulang menujumu.
Ia yang selalu menitrasi rasa dengan senyawa.
Senyawa yang kusebut cinta.
Ia juga sedikit tahu kadar, hingga kuatur sendiri sampai titik ekivalensia.