YOLO

YOLO, a photo by fakhriyyahkhairunnida on Flickr.

The real character above is Me, Andi & Mail. Bodaters!

Marhaban Ya Ramadhan

marhaban ya ramadhan, a photo by fakhriyyahkhairunnida on Flickr.

those little conversations, since i don't know when. I learned from you.

" Belom dek. InsyaAllah tahun depan. Hahaha, selowlah insyaAllah, Allah selalu adil kepada seluruh umatnya kok
Hasil yg dituai akan sama sama usaha yg di keluarkan "

translation:
" not yet, dear. next year InsyaAllah.
Hahaha, i'll take it slow insyaAllah, Allah always be fair with His people.
What we get will always be equal with the effort "

Abang
Japan, July 8th 2013 11:07 PM

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Dieng, July 6th 2013

Dieng, July 6th 2013 (9), a photo by fakhriyyahkhairunnida on Flickr.

so it was the journey we spent more than half of 24 hours on motorbike. there's no waver that can turn our destination, including that cold weather which attacked right to the bone.
it was paid, yes it was totally paid.

Red Balloon... again

Skipped

 

well, that very first hello didn't really mean a thing until you dived further side by side with the time, and believed there's no turning back. that hello you felt when you're not the real you, when everything's about being perfect at the first impression.

now the elaboration of both characters begin to show up, pieces by pieces feeling start to be spoken up. but hey wait, it's only been a year since that day you pronounce your name, please be wise, leaves never leave the tree without wind.

hey there, be careful...

 

living the life of a first year of architecture student, trust me you'll never have enough. one second the whole satisfaction clouds up in your smile, but no more than half second later you have deep anxiety about what you've made. you'll have one time when giants deadline coming up together in the same week, and all you can do is sitting right next to your bed and do absolutely nothing, why? you'll totally confuse about its priority which one have to be done first.
now, i am, at that point of tiresome. i don't really know what to do, everything is just tied up one another. lemme tell you things, i'm starting to lose my credibility and people are starting to doubt my ability. slow but sure, they leave me behind. i don't really know how to get rid of this, i let myself pretend to be numb and ... dumb.
it was started since while ago, when my too-lazy-to-explain habit came back. when people started to ask something and i answered shortly, a lil bit harsh and a bit impolite. i did try to make it up, but i think what's burnt couldn't be restored.
i think i need to put my psychological issue aside.
few months ago, i'm walking around with my spirit running, but maybe just maybe, now i'm running around but my spirit crawling behind.

this is another clumsy girl sitting beside my grandma's bed in a quite small room smelled like medicine. yes, i'm in hospital, again. i've been like live here my whole teenage life. me, myself even have ever stayed here for days.
my aunt talks excitedly telling my grandma and my grandma's younger brother about health insurance nowadays, and i get nothing to be interested about, so this clumsy girl listen to 'To Whom It May Concern' by The Civil Wars, it may be a great song message for the one that got away.
no need to pretend i have bad days the whole last week, all the goddamn assignment forced me to stay in my friend's house for a week. that was a group assignment. and it kinda make me sad, cause i've been hurt a lil bit, idk if it's because it really hurt or it just because i had a period.
this short written note isn't a thing but garbage, i can't even concentrate to what i write, once again i'm in hospital.

sometimes you need to give up and give it a rest. giving up, sometimes does save you from hurting :) and don't you think you're the only one who's hurting, because life is a cycle, someone who hurts you technically will be suffered too, or..... she had ever been.

At The End of The Day

it'd have been hundreds times i really wanted to scream and curse on those people, but at the end of the day i just remained silent. it's so funny when i asked you several question on my way back home, why you let just me to be this miserable to think and loathe about it, God :) thanks for giving me this kind of feeling, You know me better, You know how to try me by turning the one who used to praise on my feet into my nemesis side. thanks for crashing me into pieces so i know now what worth the wait and what worth the thoughts :)