Morrie’s advice: “When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.” (Tuesdays with Morrie, p.104)


Live like you know what death is.

He lives like he has experienced death before, like there’s no more surprises for him in store. He’s acidic to the base, and solid to the core, whatever he asks, he is given more. He litters language and goes to war, beat back the waters of delirium’s shore. He steps to the cadence of an endless score, one step, two step, three step, four.  His tongue has an edge that leaves your ears sore, his pride’s a shield that’ll never yield anymore. Hear his diction, and fear his roar. A blade to your throat is hard to ignore. He will change the ideals that you live for, as he pushes the boundaries of life’s last door.




I’m desperate to know how you are
I hope you’re deep asleep
I’ve been awake for days
Trying to study every inch of your body

In this picture, from a distant day
When I could safely say
Nothing in this world
Could tear me down in any way

But like a dream you disappeared
Without a sound, without a trace

Sleep well, darling, wherever you are
I hope that you’re happy tonight
And maybe you found
Someone who will love you right

Sleep well, darling
I’m desperate to say
Now I need you more than ever
But all I could say was goodnight

This is for a girl back home
She tore down all my walls
Left me for all she had known
But I pushed it all away from me



Bermuram durja di bawah naungan langit kelabu.
Berpikir mengenai engkau, yang rasa nya entah masih bertahan atau sudah berlalu.
Aku sayang kamu,
Itu katamu,
Seolah bukan hal rumit untuk mengucapkannya padaku.
Aku selalu sayang kamu,
Lagi-lagi katamu,
Sebelum semua kata yang kau agungkan itu melebur bersama ketidakpastian semu.

Kau dan aku sama saja.
Sama-sama sudah muak dengan setitik asa yang dipaksakan untuk tetap tercipta.
Dengan ribuan aksara cinta yang kehilangan makna.

Lantas, untuk apa bertahan?
Toh kita malah melangkah semakin jauh dari garis kepastian.
Toh kau seperti sudah menemukan sosok yang lebih menggairahkan.
Toh kita memang tidak pernah menjadi sesuatu yang pada mulanya kita inginkan.

Mari akhiri,
Sebelum semakin saling menyakiti.



Terlepas sepakat atau tidaknya kita terhadap pandangan politik PKI (tidak semua tokoh kiri sepakat dengan PKI, di era PKI masih eksis pun ada partai-partai kiri lain yang tidak sehaluan dengan PKI, seperti PSI dan Partai Murba), wawancara ini menunjukan bahwa paradigma Pancasila sebagai ideologi tunggal di Indonesia tidak ada sebelum Orde Baru berkuasa.

Related: Video orasi Soekarno mengenai Pancasila dan komunisme.



It’s crazy how our lives fluctuate. Ups and downs and all the inbetweens. Somehow one day everything feels hopeless and like the world is against you. But the next, you’re on top of the world ready to face anything thrown at you. Enjoy it while you can guess.

“Before everything, before even humans, there were stories. A creature at a fire, conjuring a world with nothing but its voice and a listener’s imagination. And now, me and thousands like me, in little booths and rooms and mics and screens all over the world, doing the same for a family of listeners, connected as all families are, primarily by the stories we tell each other. And after, after fire and death, or whatever happens next, after the wiping clean or the gradual decay, after the after – when there are only a few creatures left, there will be one at a fire, telling a story to what family it has left. It was the first thing, and it will be the last.”

I’m suffocating
in memories of mermaids,
swimming to an Atlantis
that, like you and I,
never was.

I have 1 thing
2 say
3 words
4 you
I love you!

I think that’s so cute. A girl in class got a note that said that to her, and was from her crush. And like I said, I’m still a single Pringle, really disappointed with myself that I didn’t have the guts to say something to my crush. But oh well. Anyways, hope everyone had a better Valentine’s day than me.

My thirst was not quenched.

I was dissatisfied.
Not your body.
All I needed was your love.

I’m done being the one looking for answers
So I’m locking lips with champagne glasses
Getting high off my life as the moon dances
Around the stars as I couldn’t be asked to
Care about life’s true meaning as my mind branches
Down the rabbit hole dropping me off at wonderland
Underground is where I feel safe, in the darkness
Where the sun never comes up, so it’s bottles up
And we’ll do it all over again tomorrow and the day after

is “polyamorous” just a fancy word for long-term threeway

Even in the loneliest moments, you
have been there for yourself.

A fragile winter butterfly
Flutters from the sky
So soft and yet her heart
Is cold and made of ice
But if I warm it
She will melt and die

Life went on without you, of course, it did, of course, it does. It was just an ending, they tell me, not the end.

Sun destroys the interest of what’s happening in the shade

Why do people insist you have to be beautiful to be happy? existence itself and the very fact that you are existing is already fascinating and beautiful. Sure it’s nice to be/feel pretty but it shouldn’t be essential to happiness.

Just a traveler with a broken ship trying to find land

Waves rage at the edge
Voices echo in the salty air,
Calm winds dances the leaves away
Cotton candy sky with an orange sun dies,
Stars shine bright with a moon that shines life,
A Wolf howls at the edge
For a beautiful night.

“I left you, you left me. I guess some things went meant to be.”

Do me a favor and don’t come back…

…because I’ll probably just let you back in until you decide to leave again.

He treats her like a cigarette. He lights the flame in her, watches her burn, and ignores the ashes that fall. Every time he lets out some steam, her flame starts to lose it’s light. Three minutes later, he’ll crush the cigarette with his heal and her flame will be put out. He wasn’t in the mood anymore. He left her alone. He was moving on to another cigarette.