aQuaMaRine: The Sky Would Be Light Purple

oPen YouR minD

Jika diRimu tak mampu menJadi beRingin, yanG teGak di kaki bukit,
JadiLah saJa beLukaR yanG teRbaik, yanG tumbuh di tepi danau . . . . .
Jika diRimu tak sanGGup menJadi beLukaR, JadiLah saJa Rumput,
tetapi Rumput yanG mempeRkuat tanGGuL, di pinGGiRan JaLan . . . .
Jika diRimu tak mampu menJadi JaLan Raya, JadiLah saJa JaLan setapak,
tetapi JaLan setapak yanG membawa oRanG ke mata aiR . . .
tidak semua menJadi kapten
tentu haRus aDa awak kapaLnYa . . .
JadiLah saJa diRimu .......... be yOuR seLf..
sebaik-baik daRi diRimu sendiRi ^_^

iKainheRe Tells About Her Self

Kenalin, gw Ika.

Just the same with another women.

Hanya ajja gw suka banget bikin orang senyum, ketawa, dengan hidangan yang gw suguhkan.

Gw sangat menghargai preferen, pendapat, masukan, kritikan, tapi bukan menjudge.

Just be my self. Dengan style, brave life, color friends, and dunia gw.

Menjadi seorang penulis yang brave, eksis, dan stylish itu gga gampang, semua dari nol. Contemplative comedy gw pilih buat mewakili apa yang pengen gw sampaikan.
Komedi selalu bisa mengungkapkan apa yang tak bisa kita pahami.

Seperti kata Moliere, “The duty of comedy is to correct men by amusing them.”

Banyak orang yang bilang, penulis yang baik adalah penulis yang punya referensi yang banyak, menurut gw itu bener. Banyak-banyaklah nonton film dan baca buku.
Penulis yang baik juga akan selalu mengadopsi dan mempelajari, tapi tidak pernah mencuri.

Mudah-mudahan gw bisa

Maret 12, 2010

The Sky Would Be Light Purple

if you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colour of the evening stars – the stars, for whom the sun goes down to relieve the burning in their eyes, the stars whose cure to a hangover is to go and drink more (bottles up, shirts up, lights down, light up, cold air, in this air am drowning, embryonic asphyxiation and you're kissing my hair), stars who hope with eyes wide shut, stars who are twinkling in the hour of this twilight, closer to imploding in on their-selves, fetal, compressing under the pressure into a no-space of no-thing-ness.

I would bleed these evening love-lies as profusely as their vomit is propelled into the mouths of the great-white-godliness. I suppose they might also be missed by the untrained eye, as blurry eyes capture tracers and spots that aren't really there. they might also be midnight blue.

"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."

your mommy told me your name back when I was in forth grade. if the butterfly effect was in full effect (as it might damn very well be, seeing as how girls like us are shredding the butterflies at the seams, our crystalline screams resounding in our saturated veins. the wings do look
pretty on the floor, though.)
I'd go back and tell you to stay far away from me. that way, I would have died a long time ago. or it would be easier to do it now. either way, it would be better that way.

___

Et la mer avait embrassé moi
Et la délivré moi de ma cellule

Rien ne peut m'arrêter maintenant

___

I need to go somewhere where I can
scream as loud as I want, for as
long as I want.

iKainheRe

:::: tHe fRienDLy kinDLy cHeeRy giRL ::::

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