Love Is That Kind Of Thing...

The kind of thing that makes you singing all day long, smiling all month long, and shining all year long.

The kind of thing that makes you cranky all day long, crying all month long, and gloomy all year long.

The kind of thing that makes you crave for more. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.

The kind of thing that makes you screaming for less. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.

The kind of thing that makes you insecure, nervous, excited. All at the same time. All at the same mind.

The kind of thing that makes you realizes that gravity actually existed. And we can't resist it. Even for a bit.

The kind of thing that makes you fall. And enjoying the fall. And addicted to the fall.

The kind of thing that makes you hurt. Yet still coming back for more. And more. And more. And more.

The kind of thing that makes you love your life.

The kind of thing that makes you hate your life.

Love is that kind of thing.

And much more.

Lost and Found

I lost a lot of things in last few months.

A few months ago, I lost my phone. With a lot of numbers, friends, and memories in it.

Then I lost my laptop. All the work I have in the last year, now vanished into the thin air.

Then I lost the TV Show that I’ve been working on for the last six months.

And I also lost some hearts in the process. Something that I thought I had before, now it’s broken into pieces, and also vanished. Nowhere to be found.

So, what did I found? Nothing.

Not yet maybe.

But I still believe, behind all these lost things, lies something –or someone- waiting to be found.

Someday.

Limit

I’ve talk about this before –in such an emotional way.

But, for now, let’s see it in clearer way.

Everyone’s has their own limit, eh?

Me, you, him, her, them, everyone.

Some are short, some are long, some are too-long-that-you-imagine-they-dont-have-any.

But they do. Oh yes. They do.

They just hiding it, ignoring it, avoiding it.

With so many different reasons. From the most rational one, until the clearly-irrational (and stupid) one.

These reasons will keep coming, until they running out of it.

And at that time, the limit are unavoidable.

The blow up won’t be nice to see. Or face for some matter.

So, which one are you?

And which one is the person closest to you?

This Is A Curhat Post

You've been warned.

Post ini isinya curhatan penuh kelabilan dan kegalauan.

If you've read me galau/labil/nyampah in twitter or plurk or anywhere else and feel the urge to vomit, please don't read this one.

i'm on my weirdest moment right now.
feeling-wise.

i don't know what to feel, i don't know what to do, i don't know what to expect.

yes. i've signed for this rollercoaster.
when i'm entering it, there's a huge sign posted there in the front door.
so, i know one way or another, this kind of thing will happen.

well, i entered it anyway. i'm enjoying it, to be honest.
...enjoying it too far perhaps.
in fact, i love being inside it.

but there's moment like this.
there's always moment like this when i feel like i need the earth to eat me and sunk me alive.

first punch, i can get up. second punch, i'm hang on to it. third one? everyone's has a limit, aren't they?

so now, i'm laying on the ground, feeling hurt, feeling un-easy, feeling confused. and even a bit sick.

and sadly, it seems i'm the only one who felt this way for now.

i thought this was a game for two...

i need someone to pick me up. whether with words, or any little thing that mattered.

i know that i've made the mistakes. maybe one too many.
but, again, when you signed up for this, you know exactly this'll happen. and you agreed to face this together, as i am facing yours.

this blah-blah-blah post has gone everywhere. without even any clear point. you might as well call this a confused post.

this is a pointless-curhat-session of someone who's unstable enough to write anything clearly.

but of course, you've been warned.

Hello, Blog... I'm back.

Udah bulan April 2011.

...dan ini postingan pertama tahun ini.

So much for #365tulisan2011 --"

Anyway, lately, i got some pretty huge urge to start writing again. or should i say, blogging again.

the only interesting thing for now is, i finally move to another job.

It was one hell of tough decision.

decision between working, or jobless...

And also there's another offers from others.

feels like i'm walking around and then facing a LOT of ways to choose. and i have no idea which one to choose, and where would that ways go in the future.

Yet again. That's life, eh?

No matter what happen, you got to make a choice.

whether it's a right choice, or the wrong one.

And for this, I think, or i hope, i've made the right one...

Ciao for now... I really think i'll catch up with this blog pretty soon...

p.s: SAYA SUDAH LULUS DAN PUNYA IJAZAH LOOHHH!!! Wuhuuuu.... :D

Hallo... Again... :D

Halo dear Blog.

July - November.

Terakhir gw menulis di sini adalah bulan Juli. Abis nonton Inception.
Dan baru beberapa minggu lalu Inception keluar dvd-bajakan-gambar-bagus nya. Bahkan yang original-nya belom keluar sama sekali. Cih.

Okay. Not the point.

Yang jelas dan yang pasti adalah banyak sekali hal yang berubah.

Belum. Gw blom lulus. Bab 1-3 gw masih menunggu revisi dari sang pembimbing tersayang.

And yes. Gw masih menulis untuk www.supersoccer.co.id.

Sekali-sekali pake nama 'Ethan Hajira'.

On the plus side, i got a new job.

Majalah OUCH. majalah gratisan buat anak-anak SMA.

it's a fun job this is. Although nothing compared to my other job.

This is my blog-back.

Mem-blog-kan diri kembali.

Mencurahkan kelabilan dan ketidakstabilan pikiran gw di sini.

Thi is me. Writing back.

Expect. Some. Rollercoaster Ride.

...................... Echa's Mind To Share ........................................

Illusion

It's an illusion.

It can last a year, a day, a week, or a certain 29-days.

We can enjoy the illusion.

It's always beautiful, bright, full of good things.

But then again.

It was just an illusion.

It has an expiration date.

No matter how beautiful it is.

No matter how nice it is.

The thunder will hit us at some point.

The thunder called 'reality'.

When it comes, illusion has to take a bow. And say it's goodbye.

But there's nothing wrong having an illusion once. Or maybe twice. Or maybe more.

It's refreshing. Something to cherish of.

And when it's over. All's left is a memory.

Brutally beautiful.

Now, hey you reality. What do you offer me?