For The Best Man in The World

Hey, Daddy. How does it feel waiting for your new girl come to the world?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel loving a new girl beside your woman?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel kneeling down, for the second time after proposing your woman, just to tie your daughter's shoe laces?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel seeing her smiling for being able to ride her first bike?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel saying "no" when she's crying for a new robot?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel waving your hand when she's having her fist day of school?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel when a boy comes asking you for taking her go a date?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel staying up late waiting her come home?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel trusting her make her own decisions?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel when she turns you upset?
Hey, Daddy. How does it feel convincing her that she can?

Hey, Daddy. Thank you for treating me like a princess and warrior at the same time. I don't mean to spoil you, but I will never love any other man as much as I love you.


-D-

Once Upon A Time

When midnight meets Parachute. Maybe it's only me who knows exactly what it means so here I tell you; I'm overthinking. For what had happened. For what I've been thru, for what I've been fighting for, for what I've got, for what I've lost... for everything.

Uh well, I know this post is utterly NOT gonna be worth reading. Yet I don't give a damn, I'm gonna write anyway.

Maybe I'm sinking while the other part of me turn my nose up at that sort of fact. It's like...being in a war. Against nobody but my own self. I'm getting tired even before it comes to the end, I haven't become the victor, not yet become the victim. Maybe I need some help, or maybe I need to ask for help.

May I just...simply disappear...for a while?

May...I...?

Photos Are The Best Storyteller

This is the only way I can go back to junior high school. Love you, girls ♥

Yang Tak Pernah Terkirim

Kepada: Seorang Sahabat,

dari masa lalu, untuk masa kini.

Hai.

Apa kabar?

Sejauh apa dunia membawamu pergi? Sudah sangat jauh, ya, pastinya. Apakah perjalananmu menyenangkan? Semoga begitu. Tapi jujur, kadang aku berharap dunia tidak membawamu sejauh ini. Terlalu jauh seperti ini.

Teori relatifitas seringkali membingungkan aku. Kata mereka dunia ini sempit. Tapi perspektif subjektifku memberikan bentangan teramat luas, bahkan menempuh jarak tiga kilometer dikatakannya semustahil mengitari bumi dengan dua kaki.

Hingga pada akhirnya realitas menepuk pelan pipiku, dengan lembut membisikkan satu kebenaran, bahwa bukanlah jarak yang menjadi pemisah, melainkan waktu. Dengan sombongnya waktu tetap berjalan 24 jam, dan dengan angkuhnya tidak memberi satu dari delapan puluh enam ribu empat ratus menit yang ia punya bagi kita untuk bertemu dan meleburkan dua dunia.

Mungkin, masa memang membawa kita kemari. Ke waktu yang seperti ini. Tidak selamanya aku menjadi pemeran pembantu utama di film kehidupanmu, aku tahu. Dan di waktu yang seperti ini, aku tahu, sudah saatnya aku menjadi figuran. Yang akan hanya muncul dalam adegan ketika kau menengok ke belakang. Jika memang kemunculanku sejarang itu, semoga saja aku masih berhak berharap pada sang sutradara untuk sedikit berbaik hati mengijinkanku bertemu denganmu di balik layar. Lebih dari itu, aku berharap kau mau.

Membicarakanmu bukanlah bicara tentang masa lalu, bagiku. Sosokmu nampak dalam banyak adegan tanpa perlu aku menengok ke belakang. Iya, seberarti itulah kau.

Berjalanlah dengan hebat, Anak Manis. Angkat dagumu, tunjukkan pada Waktu bahwa kau sanggup menyamai langkahnya. Suatu saat nanti jika kau lelah, tengoklah sedikit ke belakang. Di sana kau akan menemukanku yang berbangga padamu.

Baik-baik di jalan ya, Anak Manis. Tengok kanan-kiri sebelum menyeberang.

Dengan penuh cinta,

Sahabatmu, yang terjebak masa lalu

Breakaway, A Little Way

I love travelling. A lot. Especially when I go by myself.

Uh yea, call me overexcited or whatever. But the truth is, I seldom go on a trip without my parents. Y'kno, going to wherever in this planet with those whom you know, like parents, is like having a guarantee of your safety. Going with them is like bringing your home miles away from its former place.

No, it's not the sort of travelling that I meant above. Utterly not.

Go to new places, alone, and one you can depend on is exactly you yourself.

You're kinda showing yourself how well you survive. Being in the highest level of insecurity so that you seem tough and fragile at the same time. Having uncountable me-time and soliloquy, so that you know yourself even better than ever. That feeling of being filled by fears of any bad thing that possibly happens. Being a stranger among the crowd of strangers. Taking chance trying random things you can only do when you're with nobody but yourself. That exciting moment of glory when you happen to get lost and finally finding your way out.

And the greatest feeling is... realizing that you're far far away from ones you love. That's how you give them chance to miss you, vice versa. You're like proving yourself, after meeting a thousand new faces, that nobody can compare how priceless they are in your life.

At last but not least, there you find so many captivating places better than where you settle, thinking how great would it be if only you could spend longer days there, but then finding out the fact that there's no way you can feel any better than being home.