musings:

(on the past week)
the more we talk,
the more i think,
the more i'm sure,
that i haven't misjudged you,
that you're better then i thought.

(on the past week till now)
that food should be appreciated,
slowly and within limits.
that sleeping habits change,
that shopping can be real annoying,
frustrating and satisfying all at once.

(on the years that have passed)
that i love my family, friends, indonesia
and the many many "you's"

"did you forget me?/or was it something else?"

i hate reading "romances" that wrench the protagonists heart out,
stab it into pieces with impossible grief and so-called "fate"
and display the nameless pain for all the world to see.

because no one
even in plots conceived from our minds,
especially plots formed in our minds,
should be subject to such cruelty

the pages would be wet with tears
of people who could relate, who relate, who can relate,
who will relate
it's cruelty to them too

on the bright side: one more exam left and holiday!

ps. and we promised to remember

to the WORLD/year

the smallest of motions,
but it's there,
the faintest of smiles,
but it's there,
the subtlest of emotions,
but it's...there?

a new year and many new possibilities:
there's a lot worth looking forward to,
too much-- i'm too excited
too happy too confused too muddled
and overally exhausted
with all the passion (violent happiness and devastating agony)
i've let out
and now another 365-11 days for me to live