Poverty

I really can't stop interrogating the concept of "poor" in this country no matter how much I try not to be bitter about it. Some people claim that they are poor when they are driving their cars, whereas in my country the poor don't have cars, not even bicycles. They are struggling to get the very basic necessity: food. To what extent we should think within our own boundaries? And to what extent we should think across boundaries? I've had enough people telling me that world hunger is none of their problem. It's okay to have children dying in other countries and continents, as long as their own necessities are fulfilled. And what they mean by their necessities are: gasoline, cars, brand new mac book and an apartment with ocean view. Start to question if people really are compassionate.

Merging two of my old blogs into one blog: oengoemeloeloe.multiply.com and oengoemeloeloe.blogspot.com

The embarrassing archive of my youth.

But still worth publishing... My life is an open book to read :)

Oh, multiply...

Dear Multiply,

Before you completely delete the whole blog thing, I want you to know that your blog feature means so much for me than facebook and twitter and any other social media scene.

I've made so much meaningful virtual friends in this blog. And most importantly, you brought me and Iman, who is now my husband, together. It is all started from our multiply blogs. It's funny because I'm never really a person that has that much sentimental feeling for technology. But in multiply blog, I feel connected with so many different people, although never meeting them in person. It is not about having as many online friends, but it's about having the most meaningful ones. For this, multiply is so much more beyond facebook or twitter. But I understand how difficult business can be, and how difficult to compete with others, and how difficult it is to stay exist in the business. 

I'm still sad about the bad news, but I'm trying to let go. I have to learn that good things have to come to an end eventually.

Bye, all. I'm moving to tumblr. Will announce the address soon.   

Hi again, blog... It's been another year

Hi again, blog..

I've heard they gonna put you to sleep. Is that true?

Very disappointing... I hope I won't loose my writings :'( This blog is my writing archive!

Oh well, I'm on the 2nd year of grad school now... and guess what... I'm married! This blog brought us together :')

I really hope you won't disappear just like that. There's too much memories! Just too much...

Seems like the internet won't be there forever, huh? We all thought that the internet is a guarantee that we won't loose anything we write here... 

So sad...

    

Loneliness

......is here sometimes

is lingering in my room

is a good friend

is a mentor, teaching and guiding me to enjoy my 'me' time

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It's been a while

Hello, blog...

It's been a while, yes?

After another milestone with my band (The birth of wonderbra's 2nd album #fiksifriksi, yeah!)

After crossing the pacific, to the land of the free, home of the brave (cuih!)

I'm finally blogging again

I'm finally a grad student

I'm finally living in San Francisco

but none of them are important for now...

what I really need right now is...

 ...it's been 3 months, but it feels like forever...

I really really miss you, yangyang :'(

kisah ke-11

Puing-puing pagi
Rontok seperti mimpi-mimpi
Rindunya elok seperti kerling penari

Berjatuhan
Lemah seperti kesepian
Cintanya sederhana seperti ilmu terapan

Namun ingin kucabik pintu-pintu yang akan membawamu ke surga maupun neraka
Agar selamanya memelukmu di dunia aku bisa

I don't want to see the sun

Sshhh...
Don't wake me up
Don't tell anyone I'm here
I'm hiding in my field of dreams
From what?
The time
It's chasing me
It's 4 a.m
And I don't want to see the sun
Not yet. Not now.
So let me nestle here
Covering myself with the warmth of my blanket
Up to my chin
And let me dream
Don't wake the baby up
She's dead, I've killed her
And I don't want to see the sun
The sun is judgemental
But the moon understands me

She understands.

An urge

More urge. More urge to travel
It's about time
I need to hit the road again!

Revolution

Yes, my friend. Let's plan a revolution
It's time to behead the beheaders
It's time to fight fire with fire
I believe we are a lot smarter

]Let's plan a revolution
Human has been dehumanized
Trees are burned by the words of anger
There's no more tears
And no more fear

Let's plan a revolution
Our words will kill
Hear! Hear!