Accepted

when a man is able to see you through your flaws, that's the time when you can say that he loves you regardless of your apparance.

love, they say, is a game of power and manipulation. often in life, we conceal our weaknesses rather than embrace it as our assets. we pretend, we act, try to fool the world to be accepted. to buy one's feeling. we become someone that we're not. we calculate and plan conversation. everything is arranged and unnatural.

first manipulation leads to satisfaction. first rejection brings pride. lying to our heart, saying that we don't want it. but in fact we do. one lie leads to another, and another, and another. until we are inadequate to bring out the purity of the heart. we lost our identity. we forgot who we are to be loved by someone who doesn't really know who we are.

eternity is about purity. being sincere and true is the essence of the longevity of a relationship. respect and love our own self. because no one will love and respect you if you yourself do not look at yourself as a beautiful creature.

missing

Los Angeles, April 29th 2008
Jakarta, April 30th 2008

dear love,

why do i suddenly feel this heartache, love ?.
feels like a part of your heart is snatched away ..
it hurts ..
tears won't do any better ..
no matter how torrent it bursts ..
is this what they call homesick ?.
i miss you, mes ..
i miss joe ..
i miss the rest of the class ..
i miss 12 Art ..
i miss mr c ..
i miss art room where we get our sketches done ..
i miss singing and dancing until sir boy yelled at us ..
i miss the scent ..
i miss chillin out, killin time doin nothin ..
i miss getting drunk in the middle of the day just because we felt like getting drunk ..
i miss homeroom and assembly ..
i miss waitin for it to be over ..
i miss the aroma of sweat at the 8th floor ..
i miss skipping math period ..
i miss all the things we did ..

i regret taking it for granted ..
i regret praying for it to be over so fast ..
i regret the times that i couldnt be there with you ..


i just realized how far i am from home ..
from a person, a best friend that was and will always be true to me ..
from all the memories ..

depressed ..
miserable ..
cheerless ..
heart broken ..
distressed ..
frazzled ..
soulless ..

sincerely,
meiling

i guess this is goodye

It’s always stunning how something that you wish to happen real soon is right in front of your eyes. It’s that thing that you pray for every night. It’s something you fight for. Something that you yearn for.

Time has come. Waving goodbye to those people that you first met in high school during orientation. Those people who were with you through ups and downs. Those are the people who build you and made you who you are. As much as they feel the hardness to be left, it’s harder for me as the one who is leaving and letting everything and everyone go. No more late night talks, no more coffee latte on a Wednesday afternoon, no more laughing so hard till you cry your eyes out, no more bumping into each other in a mall and be able to see the look in their eyes.

Seconds turned into minute. Minute turned into hour. Hour turned into day. Day turned into month. Month turned into year. Years of bliss, sorrow, success, failure, warmth, cold, experience, break down, friendship and betrayal which are the ingredients of adventure. Those moments are like photographs that will always be there to remind us how far we’ve gone through.

Those pictures remind me of how happy life was back then. It’s not that I’m not happy. Just curious. Will I be able to get the life that I got in a whole new world that I chose to be in?

‘Don’t forget to remember me,’ cry the people that I left behind. Then I said, ’I won’t. I can never forget you.’

Tears. Tears. Tears. Why cry? It’s a new life they say. Is it really? Or is it just a new journey on finding and building who and what you can be? Either way, in life we have to make choices in order to move on and see what lies ahead.

Time will mend this doubtful and weary heart. Time will bring us together again. Time will show who will remember who. Who will be the last person to stand for the person that you love, cherish and respect the most.

I love you all. Forgive me for not being a good friend. Sorry for my uncontrollable behavior. Sorry for those times that I didn’t stand up for you. Sorry for those words that made you cry. Sorry for those act that made you hurt. I thank you for the memories. I thank you for everything. I love you guys, forever and for always.

Liko Sabarani
January 22^nd 2008
21.52 pm Jakarta time
Time to destination: 8.55h
Distance to destination: 7993km

real friends?

friends. they come and go just like the wind blows. i'm currently writing this with goose bumps all over my body. hhhh .. i feel like i've had enough. at first i said to my self, "suck it in. they are allowed to have another friends. just like you do." but then .. i couldn't take it anymore.

once i thought that this situation is temporary. this won't linger. this will go away. i was wrong. it seems like the beginning has no end. it will flow like the rhythm of the water in the deep blue sea.

sometimes it hurts when fame wins against friendship. is it fame or ego?

both i guess.

oh sure they say, "i'd rather you anytime then them. you know, we've been best friends for 2 and a half years now."

owh F*CK your self !! of course you choose them !! they are far more popular than i am. i am a no one. a loner. a freak!!

you know what. what ever.

they talk to me when they have no one else around. and ignore me, deme me as ... hhhh .. vermin.. as though i don't even exist.

ARGH !! SCREW YOU !!

this is where it ends

As I was folding back the fabric that I used for the exhibit, everything that had happened in the past two and a half years were scattered in my mind. As though it was a documentary movie and flash back images. I could remember the moment when I first landed my first step in my high school, Bina Nusantara High School. I could even remember the very first scent that i smelled when I first walked in. I didn’t know what to feel. Sad. It’s true. I could not lie that it is so hard for me to let go of the memories, friends, experiences, teachers and of course loved ones. Dramatic you say? Maybe I am dramatic. I don’t know. I tried my best to not cry at this moment. I try to convince my self that this is temporary. We’ll meet after the two weeks break. But then after the break, what lies ahead? Final exam for 6 days. Then.. No more.

I regret moments when I prayed to God that He will make time moves fast-er. There were times when I really angry, irritated and disappointed by friends or teachers. There were times when I thought that the pressure was over whelming. Too much. I couldn’t handle the stress. But then as today is the very last day of high school, I kind of wish that somehow time can move back wards or at least moves slower. I wish I recorded every single scene of my days in high school.

Owh, God I just wished that time will move slower. Not this fast. It feels as though it’s just yesterday I first said hello to my first friend, Janivan Sulaiman. Time moves like a blink of an eye. Tears were crawling at this moment. I couldn’t handle this. Weak. I know I am. But I’ve never wished that I would be stronger.

I feel like i've grown a lot, as a human being, as an individual, as a friend and as an artist. These two and a half years in high school taught me a lot. It taught me to love, respect, and cherishes every single thing and person in my life. Oh God, it’s so hard to say goodbye. Harder than thought it would be.

I hate good bye. I do, I really do. I love you, guys. Every single one of you. Sorry for what ever it is that I’ve done that hurt your feelings. I love you dearly.

I just hope that someday we’ll meet again, joke and study together again in the same class room. Let fate and God decide.

Dedicated to all year 12 of Binus High School ( 2005-2007 ).

you

There are always times when I want to sleep but I can’t.
There are always times I want to talk but I don’t know what to talk about.
There are always times when I want to scream but my voice won’t come out.
There are always times when I want to say I miss you and I regret every thing that I said but I don’t.

There are always times when I want to walk without knowing where to go.
There are always times when I want to say I love you but I couldn’t cause I don’t want to lose you.
There are always times when I want to hug but there’s no one to touch.
There are always times when I want to sing but not a single note comes out of my mouth.

There are always times when I want to swim without knowing where the river ends.
There are always times when you annoy me and I couldn’t help my emotion.
There are always times I want to slap you but I don’t even dare to touch that tender skin.

There are always times when I want to cry but I don’t know why.

You
You
You

It’s you

Haven’t you realize that it’s because of you?

Everything
Everything
Everything

Do I know the real you?

The one that I see everyday?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

cape!! gw cape!! gw brusaha buat ngerti!! gw brusaha buat ngerti!
tp lo pernah ga ngerasa apa yang gw buat itu bener? pernah ga? gw ini sebenenrya syapa buat lo?
gw ngerasa apapun yg gw buat tuh salah!

salah

salah

salah

salah

gw kesel. jujur gw kesel bgt! gw kesel!!

gw pengen triak. tp gw ga bs.

gw pengen nangis. tp apa air mata yg gw kluarin akan ada artinya?

gw bingung. gw bingung gw hrs apa. jujur gw cape. gw bener2 mencoba bikin lo seneng sampe akhirnya gw ngerasa gw bukan diri gw.

knapa si lo ga bs play your role correctly just one time. once. that's all i ask for.

bisa ga si lo gantian ngertiin gw!?

lo blg lo sayang ama gw!! sayang tuh lbh dr materi. jauh. gw ga ngerasa gw disayang. gw ngerasa gw dinomor duakan.

selalu!
selalu!
SELALU BEGITU!

gw kesel!!

gw mau pergi!
gw mau pergi!
gw mau pergi!