Thursday, 27 February 2014

Kisah Gadis Pemalu dan Lelaki Pengganggu

Alkisah di sebuah taman kecil di belahan lain sebuah kota yang tidak terlalu ramai dengan manusia, seorang gadis biasa duduk dan menatap kosong ke depannya. Ada seorang lelaki yang sedang tertawa bahagia bersama temannya. Entah apa yang ia tertawakan sampai giginya kelihatan semua.

Sang gadis tiba-tiba tersipu. Entah apa itu, yang jelas senyum lelaki itu sangat lucu.

Sadar diperhatikan, lelaki mulai berlagak. Tertawanya jadi dibuat-buat, terdengar seperti suara burung gagak. Ia memberitahu temannya bahwa ada gadis manis yang memantau mereka dari kejauhan.

Sang gadis masih berusaha menyembunyikan rona merah pipinya. Ia lantas membuka buku yang dibawanya dan menyembunyikan wajahnya di sana. Tiba-tiba seseorang datang duduk di sebelahnya. Lelaki itu! Hati sang gadis jadi tak menentu. Karena salah tingkah ia bersiap angkat kaki seribu.

Si lelaki pengganggu diam saja. Niat menggangu saja yang dia punya. Namun begitu dia melihat si gadis akan segera pergi, dia segera ambil aksi.

Lelaki bertanya tentang buku yang dibaca si gadis. Si gadis tidak menjawab, hanya tersenyum tipis. Si lelaki bertanya lagi mengapa ia sendirian. Sang gadis hanya mengangguk sopan.

Karena penasaran dan kesal, si lelaki sontak nyeletuk, “cantik-cantik kok gagu, Mbak?”

Si gadis terkejut, namun dengan tenang dia mengambil secarik kertas dan pena dari dalam tasnya, dan menulis,

“Maaf, saya memang gagu alias tuna wicara :)”.

Ia selipkan kertas tersebut di tangan sang lelaki, kemudian dia angkat kaki.

Sang lelaki membeku setelah membaca pesan itu. Wajah sampai telinganya memerah karena malu. Ingin dia kejar si gadis itu, tapi apa daya, lidah pun tubuhnya sudah kelu.

Dari jarak 10 meter setelah meninggalkan si lelaki, sang gadis menoleh dan tertawa nyaris terbahak.

“Maaf ya, saya terlalu pemalu untuk bicara sama kamu…” ujarnya pelan.

“Gilaaa.. ngga lagi-lagi gue gangguin cewek sembarangan”, gerutu si lelaki dari kejauhan.


 ~fin~



xoxo,


Friday, 14 February 2014

Valentine's Tune

It's Valentine again (d'oh) !!

Can't say too much about today, but I've got a sweet tune I've been humming aroung for a month now. It is a sweet song called "Boat Song" from an American christian-folk singer named JJ Heller.

Heller's musics are mainly in the spot of christian and kinda country folky, and I usually cannot stand too much country music, but this Boat Song is more of a catchy acoustic and is totally cute. Heller's sweet smile and those cute backgrounds in the music video will cheer up your Val's day, both for the singles and doubles.. *wink*






"Boat Song"

If you were a boat, my darling
A boat, my darling
I'd be the wind at your back
If you were afraid, my darling
Afraid, my darling
I'd be the courage you lack

If you were a bird, then I'd be a tree
And you would come home, my darling, to me
If you were asleep, then I'd be a dream
Wherever you are, that's where my heart will be
Oh, do you know we belong together?
Oh, do you know my heart is yours?

If you were the ocean, I'd be the sand
If you were a song, I'd be the band
If you were the stars, then I'd be the moon
A light in the dark, my darling, for you

Oh, do you know we belong together?
Oh, do you know my heart is yours?

Oh, do you know we belong together?
Oh, do you know my heart is yours?
Oh, do you know we belong together?
Oh, do you know my heart is yours?

[JJ Heller - Boat Song]


xoxo,

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

'If I were to Send You a Letter, This Would be it’

I found this poem from Lang Leav's blog. Well, she's one of the most pop poets right now, so yes, I'm kinda into her.

This miserable, desperate yet beautiful poem talks about letting go of the dearest one at your life. I've been quite familiar with the topic of moving on, letting go and stuff like that for like, one year now. But this poem practically gives me goosebumps every time I've chance to read it.

It's not mostly about unrequited love or like that harsh broken heart. What amazed me the most is how you can turn a sad goodbye, that miserable feeling of letting go, to be one of the moment that deserves to be preserved, to be remembered as good as it got.

No hatred, no regrets, only that sad emotion of joy..



'If I were to send you a letter, this would be it’


I guess this could be both a goodbye and a hello,
 a soft goodbye because I know this letter marks the last time you will ever think of me,
 and a hard hello because you cannot simply fathom the amount of missing you that has taken place
 In this hollow heart of mine.
  
Because every night I discover you in a new and brilliant way.

Your name is painted in a delicate red under the tight seams of the wallpaper I put up after you left. 
 The ripped up poetry pages you kept are still in my trash can since it has not yet been a full week

Since I destroyed every physical memory of you. 
The roses you bought me which were intended to help stifle the pain of our breakup
only renew it in the most hateful way possible.


Obviously I still think of you though 

You are the chemical ingredients which make me feel miserable
 You are the cracks in my bones which grow with every passing hour
 You are the hour, the minute and the second hand
Always chipping away at the few hours of sanity I have left. 
And you are the rose petals in my tea

Marking the death of another far off love that couldn’t have been quite as extraordinary as ours. 
Yet I find myself thinking 
 If I could just let go of all of these things then maybe 
 Just maybe, I can let go of you too.
 So I have decided to leave 
 to leave this apartment which is only a graveyard of short-lived memories
 And to move to another country
 And maybe then I will finally be happy. 

I will write more and read more, paint and take more photographs, and hopefully fall in love, one last time.

 But if that makes you sad just know this;
 I will still find you in some way, whether it be the touch of the cold rain or silent kiss of soft snow 
 or even the whisp of sheets which surround me as I sleep 

And it will be these moments, these soft goodbyes and hard hellos 
Which I will live for

When my next lover becomes eternally reckless with my crystal heart...



— Grayson Herrg, “If I were to write you a letter this would be it” (via Langleav's blog)



xoxo,