Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts, it
is an almost unorthographic life. One day, however a small line of blind
text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of
Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were
thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but
the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put
her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last
view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline
of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.
24. INTJ. travel-planner. visual storyteller. proud scorpion. a contradictive choleric-phlegmatic. moviesnob. piccolo drinker. and a friend that you haven't had coffee with yet.
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We should’ve met in a foreign city, where my name is the only word you say in our native language and the way I pronounce yours reminds you of all the reasons you miss home and none of the reasons why you left it.
We should’ve met where the walk home is long enough for us to plan the night but not too long that we ditch our plans once we arrive.
Breakfast out on weekend mornings, dinner on your couch at night and the thought of you lingering in my mind in between.
We should’ve met where the sun shines but doesn’t burn, where it’s always warm but never hot and I never have to think twice before I wrap my arms around your waist.
We should’ve met where we could be our whole selves, together and separately.
"—Summer Nazif
Fear is temporary. Regret is forever. For fuck’s sake, just jump already!
#selfreminder
Thought I lost my mind but no, you were there, and I was so high I could fell for you. But then again, it was just a state of mind being a stranger in strange place with another stranger. Now that I continue on my journey, another story begins. Still no idea how the universe works and yet, how fucked up I am.
See you again real soon, eh?
"Karena tanah-tanah yang tinggi tak pernah membuat aku patah hati."
—Puji Utomo
This is the day when I realized that I got nothing and just a tiny bug in this huge universe. I might die alone but I got siblings all over the world, no matter what our race or color or shape is. I might’ve been bad for the past 11 months, but I do have my own faith that nothing can fear me or help me out except God and myself. I’ve travelled half the world only to feel that nowhere in this world could replace this peace of mind to be back “home” to where I belong. So happy I could cry to see that people got winning smile on their face after a month of struggling. I got mine as well. A big silly one with tears slipped on my cheeks.
And for that, this sinful bitch is grateful and asking for forgiveness from y'all more than ever. Eid Mubarak, everyone! 😭🙏🏻
I’ve travelled half the world to say, I belong to You.
Drama Mesin Cuci
- A: Halo…
- B: Salah sambung, pak!
- A: Apa sih, bu? Orang saya belum ngomong apa-apa kok udah salah sambung aja…
- B: Iya, ini kan bukan telepon. Ini mesin cuci. Mau nyuci pak?
- A: Jangan panggil saya pak. Saya bukan opak.
- B: Yaudah, kamu saya siram yah?
- Langsung saja orang pertama disiram oleh orang kedua disaksikan oleh pihak berwajib dan warga sekitar yang kebetulan sedang bekerja bakti.
- A: Ini apa sih, kenapa saya disiram secara tiba-tiba? Saya mau kamu laporin ke satpam? Hah.. kok kebalik? Satpam mau kamu saya laporin? Hah.. au ah capek!
- B: Saya cuma mau membuktikan kalau kamu bukan opak ataupun sejenis keluarga kerupuk lainnya yang apabila disiram akan mengeluarkan suara mendesis dan melembek secara perlahan dan pasti. Tapi semua itu mungkin salahku atau aku yang terlalu curiga padamu. Aku tak tahu tapi sepertinya aku yakin dalam lubuk hatimu yang terdalam aku pernah menjadi bagian dari hidupmu walaupun cuma sebentar.
- A: Mungkin sekarang aku sudah lupa mengapa aku begini karena terdistraksi hal-hal baru yang aku ketahui tapi kau tidak? Apa itu benar?
- B: Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….
- Perlahan tapi belum pasti, oknum kedua mendesis dan melembek seperti ciri-ciri yang pernah ia sebutkan sebelumnya.
- A: Kenapa jadi kau yang mendesis dan melembek? Aku seperti kebingungan menghadapi situasi ini padahal kamu bukan siapa-siapa. Bolehkah aku pergi untuk tidak peduli dan sejenak membeli rokok walaupun itu membunuhku?
- B: Karena aku adalah sejenis keluarga kerupuk, sedikit air yang kusiram tadi terpercik ke tubuhku dan hal ini membuatku demikian. Aku menyirammu untuk pembuktian kedua apakah kamu sama sepertiku atau tidak. Ternyata kita beda dan kau lebih memilih untuk membunuh dirimu sendiri daripada orang lain.
- A: Apa kamu sudah selesai dengan kelakarmu yang membuat kupingku mendengar apa yang tidak ingin ku dengar? Selamat tinggal. Aku akan tutup telepon ini dan aku janji aku akan bertingkah seolah-olah tidak terjadi apa-apa. Grek!! (Ceritanya suara telepon ditutup)
- B: Tuh kan, aku bilang juga apa. Kamu bahkan melupakan sesuatu yang kubilang. Walaupun itu sepele buatmu, tapi itu fatal buatku.
- A: Apa itu?
- B: Ini bukan telepon. Ini mesin cuci.
"The truth is, if you want to “find yourself,” you must first get completely and utterly lost. Lost in a good book; lost in the eyes of the perfectly wrong person for you; lost in the ideas of a philosophy, truth or belief that challenges your own philosophies, truths or beliefs; lost on a back road, dusty trail; lost in a decision, a choice you don’t know how to make; lost in something you don’t understand; lost in the true sense of the word — as in you’ve lost all sense of direction, been turned around and backwards and senseless in circles and have finally thrown your hands in the air to say: I give up."
—A blog post from Mukul, my Couchsurfing friend in Delhi.
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Life is similar to a bus ride. The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends.
There are stops at intervals and people board in.
At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent.
But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and the journey altogether would neither be worthwhile nor smooth.
"—Chirag Tulsiani