25.9.15

A Letter of Apology, For Beloved

Forward
You
A Space
Earth 


(to everyone, who cares, who's been supporting, who helps, who loves.)


I apologize. 
Yet again, I failed you for who knows how many times it's already been. I apologize for being a disappointment, because this time, I tried, I did try, and it was still not good enough. I didn't work hard enough, didn't stand strong enough, didn't run fast enough. It's so close, but it's too late. I didn't make it, no matter how fast I ran towards it this time, it was just still not enough. 
I apologize I still couldn't break the good news you've been waiting for, instead I had to bring another blow on top of what's been happening all these years. I don't even know on what ground I've been standing on all this time, I couldn't reach high enough to stop the unmet expectations from falling from the sky. 
I apologize for being a constant worry. For the first time in years, I tried to embrace all the loves given to me, and to actually prove myself worthy of them. I thought that's the only fuel needed for me to push through this time, but I wasted it. I'm not sorry for myself, I'm, sorry you have to waste them on me. 
I apologize you have to put up with me all this time because I don't deserve you. As a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a best friend, a friend, a team player, a thesis partner, a student, a lover, I'm not good enough.
I'm deeply regretting this and accepting 100% that this is my own fault and responsibility. Hate me, get mad at me, punish me. I'm trying, like you all always say, not to beat up myself too much, but it's not easy. I tried to stay unaffected, stay okay at least, but the mask is getting heavier. Because I'm not. I can't even forgive myself, how would I dare asking for your forgiveness?
Still however here I am collecting my remaining courage to brace the reality and apologize. I know I don't deserve this. But there's this voice inside my head telling me to ask you not to leave, even I, again, don't deserve you. Otherwise, I feel like I'm gonna lose myself again, like last year, 2 years ago, 3 years ago. And I don't want to, I really don't want to, so, please. Please, please, please. Please accept this apology from the deepest of my heart, hold my hands, still, and never let it go.


I'm sorry, I really am sorry. 


with love, that remains, worry, and regrets,
-V.



20.9.15

It Is Not A Blank Space

-

"then what?"
"idk, I kinda expected people to leave afterwards."
"okay. then, I don't. see? I won't, at least not for it."
"you have no idea what you're talking about."
"then, tell me. how would I know if you disappear every time?"
"...idk."
"at least, just tell me. promise me."
"okay."
"okay?"
"I'll try."

-


"well."

"well?"
"okay that happened. so what?"
"idk, I thought it might be the same for you too."
"I don't get why you fret over this. It's not a big deal for me."
"you sure?"
"I didn't just know you yesterday. I wouldn't be here if I found it a problem."
"what do you think I am doing right now here if not for this?"
"so what are we waiting for?"
"you can?"
"I can."
"okay."

-

"everyone has their own problems. you're not alone in this."
"do you have one as well?"
"I do."

-


"happy."

"happy."

2.9.15

Love and The Other Drugs


( 七転び八起き )

"Fall down 7 times, get up 8."





Most of people who are close to me knows I was kinda sickly when I was a kid. stomach stuff. but it never really bothered my life that much. I lived quite normal in my teenage years, a form of memory I still cherish so much to this day. But years come by and things that I used to bear easily have become harder, almost unbearable each day. These 4 years are the worst. Questions and doubts popping out in my mind everytime i'm sick, it hits hard, frequently, intensely. I didn't see it coming, but being sick almost everyday, everynight, this wears me off. There's a constant underlying fear creeping out that turned me into a hollow. Things got far more destructive, I fell deep into the mess of physical and mental pain. For the first time, it's not only my body that's sick. My mind as well.

Now the damage is done, the aftermath is still creeping around like it'll never be gone.



I'm so 
so
damn tired. 
So close to give up at this point.
I'm so done with this.
so 
fucking done.



This Japanese proverb saying "fall down 7 times and get up 8" hits too close to home for me. I thought about giving up so many times, but remembering the faces of people who actually loves me and there all along pushes me much further. It might be my problem, lifelong problem, but I only need a way to deal with this, and life will be much easier.

Thank you, for the supports, for the loves, for the faith you all put in me.
I never knew before that love is the only constant drug I need to recover.
Thank you.




(This is gonna be a long process.)



(Thank you for sticking around anyway.)

31.7.15

Real Ideal, Ideal Reality



I have this best friend, from high school. 
When we first met 8 years ago, we actually didn't hit it off right away. I kinda had my own circle on first weeks of school, so did she. And when we talked to each other eventually, we didn't find any our interests shared with each other's (which was weird because later we found out we had so many). Thing was, I was very indifferent during first weeks of high school because I was still too in love with my junior high school life. That, made me a boring person, I didn't put out any efforts trying to befriend anyone other than my very small circle. Then, one afternoon she asked for someone to keep her company for a canteen trip, and I was so seemingly available. She just shrugged off and gave the 'you dont look like you want to' look. But I went ahead idk but I wanted to prove her wrong so bad, for the first time, I put out efforts. I talked first. I opened up. I socialized. We went to canteen, and since then, we started talking to each other regularly.

Our friendship had yet to fully bloom until we joined a dance club for our extra-curricular activity. Long hours spent together practising, in between exhaustion, anxiety, competition, we, became best friend.


I have this best friend, from high school.
Knowing her better, I found out that she's an idealist. She had vision of almost everything and she chased after them, towards the most ideal condition possible. Meanwhile I was more a realist at its best, I picked my battle selectively, in which I knew I could win over it. A seemingly idealist and a seemingly realist, how on earth would it work? She's an idealist, I was a realist, and that's what we wanted to show people who we were at that time. The truth was, we're kinda both of it. While she chased after ideal, she kept tracks of what's happening around her, keeping the 'ideal' real. And me, while I picked my battle, I kept wanting to win them over to set my own 'ideal'. At the end of the day, it turned out we walked towards the same goal. So it worked. And I realized that's what made us best friend, yet barely friend at first.


I have this best friend, from high school. 
She had this perfect boyfriend during high school. Finishing high school, we ended up together at our dream university. She majored art, while I took engineering. That put some distance between my best friend and her high school boyfriend. They broke up, terribly. He cheated on her. But she got new life as an art student so she eventually healed. I was there all along witnessing her first heartbreak. We shared same dorm for the first 2 years before she moved out. Though we still stay in touch every now and then, things are completely different from high school. Even when she was still my roommate, I barely saw her around at dorm, let alone around campus. She had new best friends, I had new best friends. Like everyone else, life changed us. We didn't share the same definition of a lot of things anymore apparently, but it turned out okay because when we finally had time to catch up, she's still my best friend and so was I still hers. We still could talk nothing and everything and it didn't happen to everyone for me, so I kinda decided she's that one of friends I might be able to keep for a lifetime and actually feel thankful.


I have this best friend, from high school. 
Few days ago, we finally had time to catch up. She actually asked to meet up because she had something to tell. In this age, though we don't talk everyday, I managed to keep tracks of her being from social medias and they weren't good lately. It turned out that she just broke up with her current boyfriend. Her 4-years-boyfriend I may add. And I knew him, I talked to him few times, she told me about him in every chance. They met around campus, he also took art major, so it was kinda eventual. Long story short, when my best friend had just broken up with her high school boyfriend, it was awful, but he was there, mending her heart, and I thought, he's okay, with her. Maybe this time she wouldn't have her heart broken anymore.

I was wrong. He broke her heart. He cheated on her. Not only physically, but on emotional term as well. He cheated on her. Not once, or twice. For a considerably long period of time. He cheated on her. Knowing she's been cheated in the past and how it ruined her. He cheated on her.

I felt sick listening to her story. I felt cheated too. I could see how all of this killed her from the inside. I knew him, I trusted him. It's really upsetting to see my best friend fell apart, again, for the same reason. It was really, really, really, upsetting. I already ranted in the last paragraph of (Another) Talk About Love post how I hate infidelity. I don't get it, I dont understand, why? why people do this, knowing very well that it's only gonna hurt their lover? Why don't cheaters grow some fucking balls and break up before going ahead dating other person? fuck. Cheating is probably one of the worst yet easiest form of betrayal somebody can do. It is easiest because we do it to our closest people. It is worst because we do it to our closest people.

I have this best friend, from high school. 
Now she's lost, I wish I could help her finding her light back to shore again, but it seems that it's not in my capability anymore. But still, I might not know better the right solution for her problems like I used to in high school, but I'm here ready with hugs and sleepovers and all nighters chat, and this blog post dedication (she also can have instagram or path ones if she needs to), as many laughters and tears and much cuddles as she wants. And if she reads this, girl, please know I got you. Everyone who loves you, for real, got you. Even when the world doesn't get you at times, we got you.

(And you got this, babe.)

29.7.15

Having None of It Kind of Day

You know how most of days of our lives just go by through hours and minutes 
like any other days in our lives? 
Apparently today wasn't one of those days.

This morning I woke up feeling terrible having pulled an all nighter because I saw some stuffs on my laptop – which I shouldn't have seen – that bothered me to the point I needed to escape my mind for a while and end up doing my thesis until morning. Unfortunately, in writing your thesis you need to be in the best state of mind, and not as an escape. Which resulted in me kinda frowning upon the fact that I haven't done a lot of 'good' development, all night was spent on shitty progress. I expected something better than this by the end of July, and it's already July 28. shot. 

I also found out then waking up cranky didn't sit well on my stomach that has been acting up for the past few days. I could hardly swallowed my breakfast and it alarmed me because I can't afford not being on the top of my health game for the next couple of months, again. So I decided to call off my plans and lay low a bit for the rest of the day. Hoping this knot on my stomach will go off eventually, I slept on it for the rest of morning. And, ah, it didn't go away by the time I woke up nearing lunchtime.

I still didn't feel all wrong until I got a phone call from a close friend I've known for years who lives in another city. It's a usual conversation we always share at first, until out of the blue he revealed that he found me weird. Which surprised me because I never heard people saying they find me weird to my face in my years of living, different, yes, but never weird. it's kinda new. so I asked him how? he simply said in Lana del Rey way of weird. it's not funny but still it made me laugh. I still really dont get which part of me reminds him of Lana del Rey's quirkiness – which I adore by the way – after he went on explaining, but something bugged my mind since.

I admit after that I didnt put so much thought engaging in our conversation. My mind was somewhere else, I wasnt sure where, until my friend mentioned something about 'recovery'. Having this huge issue regarding my current life's healthiness, it ticks me off guard every time people talking about it. Usually I'd just shrug it off assuming my interlocutors don't know a damn thing about what I'm going through. Again, today was just not that day. My friend went on about how I take the 'recovery' process not quite well, and all of sudden I ran out of words for response. One thing I was sure was that I was not mad. But it baffled me in a way I didn't understand at first. So we hung up and I went downstairs to have my lunch.

This is where things got ugly. 

Today was still kind of a slow day for my family – mostly due to lingering festive holiday – so all of us were still lounging at home before lunchtime. I joined them at living room and got in usual, mundane conversation we always have. With a family you know your whole life, you usually know which buttons to push and not to push. Again, today was not that kind of day for me. In the middle of conversation, my younger brother who I dear, dear so much, in response to my argument gave me a questioning look and a rather harsher choice of words about a family matter, that hit too close to home. Just like that, it broke me down. I couldn't stop my tears and spilt all of my frustration unto him. It all just went on uncontrollably and gosh how I hate crying in front of other people. My brother didn't say a word so I just went to my room after that. We succeeded avoiding something that could have been one hell of ugly fight, thanks to him. But I cant help being mad at him.

Today was indeed weird. I then fell asleep and woke up to now-dark bedroom and having all things that happened today hit me at once like a wave. There was a pang of guilt heaving down my chest. I tried recalling things to make sense what the hell have I been doing today, because as it turns out, I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time. The fact that I got sick earlier this morning, and how stuffs I saw on my laptop unconsciously reminded me what a failure I've been. When my friend mentioned about me being weird, it didn't come as a much comfort my friend intended it to be after all of that. And by the time he took recovery into the matter, I was already far too gone I started correlating stuffs with 'failure'. Then, when my brother had to push the wrong button at the wrong time, I exploded.

I know I shouldn't let some stuffs bothered me too much and need a big mature ass kicking to my emotional self and for the love of goodness, start acting like an actual functional adult in society for once. But it did, some stuffs I found sitting in the corner of my hard disk, random things my friend said, and how well my family do affected me a lot. Even though I'm already 23 and in the middle of building my life, as an amateur adult, I cant help but wonder how an actual functional adult in society dealing with emotion and feelings thingy once in a while, though? How does one handle it smoothly without affecting much their study, career, and general professional life? Does adulthood turn us into an army of emotionless robots? 

today was a weird day.

7.6.15

Wake Up Call






"yet when you've been through something like that,
there'd be no such thing as a fresh start, you know?"










18.5.15

Proof


Some friend made a comment, the other day, about the way i've been seemingly living hard these few months.

"What are you trying to achieve?"
"What do you want to prove?"
"Is there someone you want to prove wrong so bad?"

While the first two questions are too complicated to answer without pouring my whole life history on the table, to reply the last question would be much simpler.

Yes, the answer is yes.
There's someone i want to prove wrong so bad. 
That'd be me.

I want to prove my self wrong.

For thinking that I'm not stronger than one mistake.
For thinking life doesn't give second, third, fourth – and counting on – chance.
For thinking that all my bad judgement calls in the past years will define my entire life.




1.5.15

(Another) Talk About Love



relationships get messy sometimes.
when people say 'you cant help who you fall in love with' I always find my self subconsciously snorting quietly to the speaker –more often than not indirectly because you know living in the internet era and 'people saying' is more like 'people writing'– and most of the time I let my self to add an eyes-rolling or two evidently to advertise my refusal to acknowledge the argument. like, honestly? to me that statement sounds like a classic overly-romantic-fiction induced cliché to use as an excuse we tell each other when we fall in love with someone. so that we can freely fall in love with anyone without holding any responsibility towards whoever they are. sort of a way to rid the guilt away once the situation gets uncontrollably messed up (which is most of the time).

relationships do fail at times, everyone knows this. chances are small for two people to meet and right away suit each other perfectly and be soulmate. it's not impossible, but really, how often do you stumble upon such fairytale-like story of two people? relationships get messy, at worst it wont work. that's how life works. heartbreaking as it is, when or if it happens, you do need some kind of excuse to pick yourself up and start all over again. putting blames on others and make yourself feel better, alright. so you use it, quote unquote 'you cant help who you fall in love with'. ta-da. you feel a lot better.

here's a twist, actually YOU CAN.



of course you can help who you fall in love with. 
falling in love is not something that happens in three seconds – note that i'm no expert, but here we go my very best attempt to grasp 'love' by its definition – it is a string of encounters and engagements. a process of getting to know each other better. people don't meet others and claim to love them in a short period of time. to love requires more than a mere desire, it is no ideal type and preference. it involves a whole other level of complicated emotions and feelings logic fails to approach. isnt it getting heavier to said 'i love you' out loud as we get older? as if the more we learn about being in and out of love, the more we value those words carefully in order not to hurt others and get hurt in return. it calls for vulnerability, to willingly let each other's selves exposed. falling in love charges within time and efforts.

nonetheless, like everything else, love begins with something. like inexplicable chemistry-induced fascination, odd sudden interest that tickles your curiosity, baffling gravitation pulling towards you into this certain someone, attraction. love begins with simply attraction. people attract and get attracted to each other. unlike love, attraction works in much simpler ways. it's no complicated, no extra baggage tagged along, and easy. you get to feel it to several people with no strings attached. it's common, and human. the best thing is, you get to decide into what kind of emotion this simple attraction grow into. is this going to be only a crush? a mere infatuation? or you're willing to put effort to let love blossom from this? it's your say. it's your choice.

so we get to choose who we fall in love with attraction. it's attraction that we can't help having towards. we cannot choose the object of our attraction and that happens naturally multiple times. it's one of the constant occurrences throughout the life. Part of human nature to attract and vice versa.

and love is not a mere attraction, it's the next level. it's affection. and attraction doesn't go to affection with mere seconds. we get attracted in short period. but to fall in love we need to let the affection grow. it takes longer. it is by chance. it is by efforts.

so yes, we can help and do have a say with who we fall in love with.


that's the idea.
and that's easy to say. but that's one concept of love i hold dear currently, while i'm in a crazy twenty-something-lady hunt of love. trust me, it's a crazy world out here for single ladies. all those sorts of thought though, does not come out of the blue in one day. it's quite a train of bad and good experiences coming alternately. sure I was once part of the love-whoever-you-want team in spirit of carpe diem, seize your day, or well the infamous YOLO. nothing sorts of amuse me more than seeing two people around me falling in love and all the magic all over them. drunk with the concept of falling in love itself. it led me to a tendency of romanticizing almost everything. got myself in and out relationship quite a handful times, not something im proud of. 

and then, at some point, reality bit me. it bit me hard i turned from a romantic into this skeptical person with trust issue. but this is the part of the lesson i picked up the hard way throughout my coming of age years – that relationships dont always work. it's not anyone's faults, but make sure you pick up the lessons well. now i know to be in a relationship is not all rainbow and candy. it's easy for people in relationships to hurt each other. it's easy to leave one another. like for example, using the excuse of you cant help who you fall in love with' when the so called 'love' fade, or you might find someone more attractive? attraction happens all the time, but isnt it your choice to decide what youre gonna do with that? i might be one of those people who really dont appreciate infidelity at any level. I kinda feel this deep, inexplicable bitterness in every sense of it, which I don't even know which one is worse, be it intentionally, unintentionally, physically, mentally, or emotionally, it's all cheating. none makes the pain hurt any less for any receiving ends. any. it is one of the worst yet easiest form of betrayal a human can do. easiest because we do it to our closest people. worst because we do it to our closest people.

oh well, i rant. but still, my point is, ‘you cant help who you fall in love with‘? oh please stop with the excuse, you can. choose one of many you're attracted to and go with it.


“to fall in love is not by choice, it is by chance.  
    to fall out of love is not by chance, it is by choice.“
                  

so if you already have someone you're in love with who fits you right, it's your choice whether to stay in love or to fall out of it. it's not gonna be a small work, but trust me, it's probably gonna be the most rewarding work in your life.






/p.s:
in the picture above is this temporary tattoo i put on my ankle 2 days ago. indeed the best is yet to come or let me put this way, ehm, it's on the way.
/p.p.s:
it's not only about love tho.

26.4.15

The Dress

remember about the dress back in last February?

it doesn't really matter in which team you were
the thing is,
isn't it rather eye-opening
that one thing we deem so objective as color interpretation
is really not that objective at all?

like, what about the other things we deem as objective?
is there always a room for diversity of opinions in everything?

or rather
there is no such thing as 'objectivity' in actuality
that everything can't be interpreted in uniform
that perspective is like opinion, to each their own
that maybe,
maybe,
like beauty,
everything we see is in the eye of the beholder as well.

21.4.15

Venus



21 April! A female movement day for us Indonesians. A day when we're all free to talk and raise awareness about sex gender equality, especially for women. A very respected Indonesian heroine figure, Raden Ajeng Kartini was born on this day, so Indonesians refer to this day as Kartini day. What did she do? Long story short, the so messed-up education system in Indonesia decades ago which forbade women to go to school, was changed due to Kartini's role in unwavering and persistent acts against such unfair education system. It might seems insignificant but in all actuality, education holds the biggest role for human to be fully functional in society, it's the root to live your life. Note that with no advance technology supporting decades ago, there's no easy access to knowledge except from school. While men went to school getting smarter, women stayed home getting dumber. While getting labeled as 'stupid' affects a person's life as a whole, how about a big portion of female population did? What did it change? The way women were treated? The men's perspective of women? This whole thing led us to bigger issues that still exist years after, sexism. or even worse, misogyny.

Two days ago I experienced my self the 'honor' to witness such issues practiced at my own working environment. I was in charge of observing my company's production line this week so I stayed at my company's factory. Little background story, I work at a very prestigious brand of car and was located in one of their biggest factory. They produce a lot less than most of car companies do but that doesn't change the fact that the numerous production lines they have are still huge and well, sophisticated. While observing, I also had small talk with the operators assigned at each of the workstations. Mind you, the 'operator' function I mentioned might sound impressive but they are what the other developed countries refer as labor. Most of them are high school graduates (if lucky, some are even junior high or elementary school graduates) which is not abnormal in 200 millions population of developing country. They were recruited by some basic assessment and trained by company to expertise on.. well car stuffs. Basically a mechanic or a repair, with a paycheck of labor.

There were two working operators at the workstation I observed. One was a married man in the middle of 30s, thin, tall, and full of smile. He greeted me first when we met that morning, and quite talkative. He joked and laughed a lot, but still did his works diligently. The other guy was a twenty something single man. Unlike the first one, this guy was not too thin, built even, average-height, and didn't look too friendly. He didn't talk much when we introduced each other, didn't really smile a lot. But then he worked hard and fast. This kinda intrigued me a little though, since it's not everyday I met this kind of worker. Most of them are like the first one, friendly, playful, very open while talking to me. And since my work also required me to videotape them while working, I decided to focus on videotaping this second guy and followed him around the workstation.

40 minutes into filming, one of my colleagues, a male, visited the workstation I was at. My colleague said hi to the older operator first, then walked towards me and the younger operator. This younger operator turned out to be friend with this colleague of mine. Upon seeing my colleague, the young operator immediately teased him.

"Man, where have you been," he stood up, "You let a girl alone to do the work. So rude of you."

I was not sure where he was going with that statement so I, as the subject in talk, while videotaping the whole conversation, tried to make the situation not awkward by laughing it off. I didn't even find anything remotely funny with that but yeah ok.

My colleague followed my suit before muttering, "it's okay, you know. It's an era of gender equality and stuff."

The operator shook his head,"Nah. They are two different things," he glanced at the older operator who still worked at stuff nearby, "Isn't it so rude of him?"

The older operator and my colleague just laughed at him while I was still pretty confused about where this conversation was going. Was he being a gentleman who's really considerate of women's being or was he just being a tease to my colleague by objectifying women... I was really not sure.

Well, not until his next statement that my confusion was gone.

"So you want to be equal with women?" He shot back at my colleague, "I don't even want to think about it."

Dang. This is it, I thought. So this is where he's going. 

"Well, I guess I have no problem with it," said my colleague.

The young operator continued, "If we're equal with women, then they'll tell us off to wash the dishes, take care of the children, ugh." He even laughed. Laughed.

Like, seriously. What the hell was that? What was he trying to imply? Blatant sexism? Downgrading women's right? I hope no one noticed but I almost certainly could feel my eyes about to pop out hearing what he just said. I managed to school my face into my default smiley expression throughout though.

After that he went on and on about how women's roles were supposed to be done only by women, because in his defense women simply take things for granted. Like, he literally said, quote unquote, if equality of genders were to be well-established, men would end up bearing children and giving birth to them. Okay what? This really left my jaw hanging in all actuality. I stopped giving the man the benefit of doubts and judged him really hard for what he just said.

He didn't stop though. He even went on and challenged my colleague who stopped responding his –super– silly dumb arguments.

"What? Can't you counter my arguments back? I am right, arent I?"

I stopped smiling by this point and just wait for my colleague to answer. He didn't.

The operator went on, "How could a high school graduate beat a graduate student in this debate?"

Well, that's it. If it wasn't for me remembering my position at the company, I'd probably have kicked his sexist ass hard. I stopped my camera immediately and left without any single words shared.

The whole conversation kept rolling in my mind for the rest of the day. It's a pity, you know to realize how real and deep-root this issue exists in our society. I thought and thought hard about what I could do for real to handle this, to let the operator know his mistakes in genders' role concept. It's useless to just tell the operator off without any real education about humanity. Right now, I acknowledge my very limited strength and I have no power over that. This whole thing was really upsetting, how I'm so powerless to fight this unfair discrimination.

But on this Kartini day, again I got reminded that I'm not a lone fighter. My timelines of social media were full of women appreciation thoughts and words. It's a good thing. I got my confidence back. Someday, maybe, someday, when I'm already in a better place, I'd do something about this.


I will.

“Habis gelap, terbitlah terang.“






28.3.15

March and Twenty Three


There's no better way to kick of start of my 23rd year of life than by having loved people around.














after all, how can you run from what's inside you?


18.2.15

Progress Regardless



I think, I think,

I'm on my way to recovery. Just a little bit more.

A little bit more.

6.2.15

Absence of Finality

how many contradiction does it take to make one a hypocrite?

is it one enough? two? three?


albeit there seemed to be no definite measure of how many of contradiction it takes to call one a hypocrite, in most cases one is enough to put the label on someone. one. isnt that too cruel? because at the end of the day human contradicts themselves almost quite frequently. that's a calling of nature of change, in light of the only definite entity in science. people change their minds time and again, taking account into a process of thinking. its safe to say its only natural to be caught up into contradicting what we thought at some point in the past. does it make human a bunch of hypocrites?



that's what i tend to overlook at times.

what i tend to forget.


that there's no such thing as finality. i was way too naive so i believed in every words people say. i held onto every words people say, overanalyzed small phrases and sentences. not to mention we live in an era where people documenting every thoughts and conversations all across social networks and chatting messengers. making it easier to use what people say against them at some point. considering people say what they don't mean, like, 50% of the time. it's no brainer i got where i am right now then. got dragged around for clinging to what people said and believing things easily, gets things messier. had i known better, i probably wouldnt have ended up here. so please note: there's no such thing as finality in what people say, what people think about.


but im still gonna be frank here
and contradict myself

because, however, it's still no excuse, right?


even though contradiction is seen as usual behaviour, doesn't it feel wrong for people to blindly dismiss what others say and what others think? because naivety also involves a form of ignorance by deeming when one theory is right, others are simply wrong. just because there's a possibility of change, that doesn't cancel out the truth element in what people say. or think. so complicated as it sounds, to develop a more careful observation, isnt that the only choice left to work? like there should be a clear line between what deemed as right and wrong values, even in general. things that supposed to be a constant in the long run, not easily replaced, no matter how many times other thoughts change and contradict themselves over some period of times. it goes way above one minute moment of misunderstanding, pent up emotion, biased judgment, etc you name it. sounds tricky for mere acquaintances and strangers, but not as much for close people around. especially those you basically live with for whole your life. will it be wise to use it as a tool to assess information needed to make a presumption of others so i will dangit stop being so freaking naive?


that doesn't make everyone of us a hypocrite.
that doesn't make a simple contradiction turn people into hypocrites.


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now to answer
what was the last thing i said that i dont mean anymore
idk. something along 'no needing help' or 'go away' perhaps. 

27.1.15

Raw & Bare



they say you only need to stop and take few steps backwards to grab the whole view of what exactly you are doing exactly. and i did. i stopped. took a few steps backwards. only to find a blurry absurd, and for the lack of better adjective, messy view.

I don't even know what I'm doing. avoiding life, running away, blocking the whole world, depressing, falling, falling, and falling further. i don't even mind if all of those sounds self-destructive because maybe, maybe, i kinda deserve it.

it took me a long time to grasp a slight hold of the whole concept of real life. real life, where i am sick. sick all the time. is it even possible to be sick of being sick? it might be. this is perhaps what im going through every day. every night going to bed feeling anxious whether i will be sick or not this morning. or whether i'll be awake in the middle of night feeling sick. or every time going out feeling nervous about making a scene if my illness show up in public. or just being sick in general. at this point, it's not the pain that frightens me. physical pain, at least, i can stomach. i used to it anyway. what i can't stand is, how i worry everyone. disturb everyone. trouble everyone. and to see the disappointment in everyone's eyes, not being able to make any progress, to be a constant trouble.



it downright kills me.



(also to be honest it's kinda ironic and almost funny how i managed to put all my tangled strings of thoughts and emotions in one single mere paragraph because i thought id never figure how to put this mess in words, despite its pretty lack of accuracy, i don't think i can trust my self trying to pour all these suffocating feelings ive kept to myself for months (or years) again without beating myself up more. so lets go by with it, it's pretty much descriptive enough, more or less.)


im aware of the evident worry my family's eyes throw at me everytime. the unreturned calls and simple messages my friends almost tiredly send my way hoping to reach me. it doesn't help with the guilt, if not worse. because, well as it follows:

  1. im still sick
  2. not getting any better
  3. not going anywhere where my friends going all and about in life
  4. i should be out and about in life already as well in all actuality but look
  5. point 4 makes me a failure
  6. and a burden
  7. still not getting any better
  8. still sick

how am i gonna reach back and entertain them with those ideas without putting too much troubles, worry, sense of unnecessary feeling bad and responsible because well at the end of the day it's still all my faults not anyone's.  it's the last thing i need, to face the closest people in my life without having the answers to their endless questions these couple of months and have them throwing all the pity party and whatnot, and worry, worry, just worry.


because truth be told, i indeed dont have the answers.


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if at some point, no, not if, when at some point they get tired and sick of me just like my self, i think, i think, i kinda deserve it.

3.1.15

Quick Turn

happy new year 2015.



"The reason you can't step forward is the fear of losing the the way to step backward."


to put it simply, 2014 for me has been both a blessing and curse, I guess. sort of. I think I'm not even ready to tell what actually happened in details, not like I've figured it out. it's just kinda passed. everything. like days slipped through my fingers in the midst of blurry confusion and mess. I couldn't wait for the year to be over already.

now that it's over. what's next?





well, that's a good question.