"MAYBE NOT"

I’d known that it was too good to be true. That’s why I didn’t hope so much for you. I know I’m still a romantically-challenged skeptic. At least for now, I see no reason to get myself fixed. Life is still good, and I’m just doing what I should. Once and twice, you forgot my name. Well, this is the end of your lame game. That night was an illusion, I know. You’ve put on such a great show. This is real life, not some tacky, romantic comedy. I won’t even treat this like a Greek tragedy. Hell...

01 September 2013, 12:39 PM
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"THIS IS REAL LIFE, NOT SOME DUMB CHICK-LIT/CHICK-FLICK"

What has gone after that fateful night at 7-11? Has the French-Turkish guy finally called and asked the romantically-challenged skeptic out? Did they go out? Was there any possible romance, eventhough short-lived? Most importantly, has he turned her into a former romantically-challenged skeptic? Ha-ha, what a joke! Don’t we all want that to happen? Well, this is real life, not some dumb chick-lit/chick-flick. Anyway, after that night, let’s imagine yourself(or selves) in her shoes again. ...

30 August 2013, 11:30 AM
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"ANOTHER RARE, CHICK-LIT/CHICK-FLICK MOMENT"(RE-POSTED?)

May 30, 2013 at 7:46pm How often can one experience a chick-lit/chick-flick moment? Most importantly, how does that work with a romantically-challenged skeptic? Picture this: You hadn't been feeling well lately. In fact, you were rather gloomy. After work that Thursday night, you decided to wait for your brother at 7-11. Surprise, surprise. That was where it all took place. You'd been waiting at the far corner of the room, sitting with a bottle of mineral water and charging your phone...

30 August 2013, 10:46 AM
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"L.D.R.*(SEE YOU SOON!)

Have we both emerged from the shadows of the past? It’s been a while since I last heard of you. We’ve reunited at last. Are we on to something new? Is this too good to be true? Somehow, I find myself enchanted by you. Still, I can’t call this love, for this hasn’t been long enough. At least we’ve set the date, ‘though I can’t hardly wait. They say patience is a virtue, so waiting is all I can do. In the meantime, let’s stay in touch. You know I want to see you so much. Hopefully, this wond...

14 August 2013, 03:33 PM
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AFTER THE SHORT HOLIDAY...

How does it feel to be back at work after the holiday? Weird. It doesn’t matter whether the holiday is short or long. I still have to have an adjustment period. I don’t know about you people. Maybe it’s just me. I finished reading “The Master and Margarita” last holiday. Tony B. seemed impressed when I returned it to him and told him how much I’d enjoyed reading it and laughing about Behemoth the black cat. He’s lending me more books now. It’s been like that for quite some time. He always wan...

14 August 2013, 03:02 PM
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THE SHORT HOLIDAY

I’ve got a short holiday for Eid Mubarak. I know it’s only a week, but it’s still better than nothing. No more lack of sleep, traffic-fuelled frustration, exhaustion, worry, sickness, and stress. (Well, at least for now.) I can relax a bit more and don’t have to fight for a day off. More importantly, I can write again...more freely. I miss doing this more often. I don’t want to give up doing this for anything else, even if ‘anything else’ is guaranteed to make more money. Sounds crazy? Maybe...

07 August 2013, 05:00 PM
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"HAVE YOU SEEN HER LATELY?"

See her life at a pause; on and on for someone else’s cause. It may seem to move at a sluggish pace, along with every strain on her tired face. See her smile frozen in place; somewhere back in a long, forgotten space. Now it’s fabricated. Would you prefer having her jaded? See her picking up her pieces, even when she feels listless. You think it’s just her clutters she can’t manage. Do you see her trying to spell ‘freedom’ from inside your moral cage? Can you see her? Do you ever? She’s be...

07 August 2013, 04:34 PM
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"STRANGE DREAMS"

I’ve dreamed about you a lot recently. You were talking and walking again like the way you used to be. Is it only me, or are you trying to say something? You’ve lost the ability, and prison is the form of your now harsh reality. I didn’t want to wake up all too soon, knowing I’d cry again. When will God ever spare you the pain? They all say those dreams could mean anything, yet now I’m too afraid to think: Strange dreams, don’t confuse me. I’m already perplexed by reality. Are you pre...

06 August 2013, 06:49 AM
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"THREE NIGHTMARES AND A MORTAL'S CAPACITY ISSUE"

It was another Saturday’s twilight after work. The traffic was bad – and it had gotten worse under the rain. The sky was soulless grey, the colour of my mood that day. My friend – a colleague at work too – and I went to Plaza Festival, waiting for the end of our fasting day. I was too tired to go home right away. It’s always a long journey. After Magrib (our twilight prayer), we were talking over caramel latte. (I had broccoli cream soup too, which was a weird combination.) Somehow, out of ...

06 August 2013, 06:14 AM
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"HELLO, THERE?"

Hello, there. How's it going? Your displayed emotions here have left your wretched soul bare. I can feel you're aching. How are you? Why are you feeling so blue? I can sense that you've crashed and burned; just another hard way to learn. Are you okay? I hope all is good there. You know I'm still here any other day. You know I care. R. (Jakarta, 22/7/2013 - 4:32 am)

29 July 2013, 03:17 PM
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"AS SHE SITS THERE ALONE..."

She could sit there for hours, silently pondering all matters over a light meal and a cup of tea (or perhaps, coffee?) External distractions were her unpleasant enemies. She would sit there for hours, with an interesting, open book in her hands to help her to escape to some distant land where she could just be herself and not pretend. She can sit there for hours. Loneliness doesn't intimidate her. Sometimes solitude is her greatest friend. She has no problems doing it again. She does what ...

23 July 2013, 08:43 AM
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"FIRST TIMES"

Now, don't get any funny ideas when you read the title above. There are many first times that anyone may have experienced in their entire lives. Saturday classes at work are interesting. This time, I was teaching a different class at 2:00 pm. It's a pre-intermediate one. We were listening to two different stories related to 'first times' on the class recording. After eliciting all verbs in past simple, it was time for the students to create their own real-life stories. Then, they'd have to ...

22 July 2013, 02:19 PM
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"WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?"

Anyone can see you in many ways they like; in the darkness or out in the light. Some choose to see so little of you, probably because they don't even know what to do. Some choose to see what they want to see; expecting you to be whom they prefer to see. Are you part of some socially-constructed mythology; in the hearts of this desperate, yet aimless society? Who are you, really? Who are they? Do you truly belong to this community, even when you feel more like an anomaly? Who choose to see ...

20 July 2013, 03:45 AM
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"THE BIZARRE DREAM"

I dreamed of you last night; a couple of days after our stupid fight. We were in a room full of people, minding their own business as they strolled. I could see you from across the room, staring straight at the mirror in front of you. Were we caught up in gloom? I had no clue. Then you glared at me through the mirror. I kept my face composed despite the cold shiver. For an eternity, our gaze locked on one another's. Your lips formed a pout as mine quivered. Time stopped for a moment. Did y...

17 July 2013, 02:07 PM
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"DROPS OF RAIN"

Drops of rain on your head; they don't always feel so bad. Open your mouth - and they'll quench your thirst when you're on the driest desert on earth. Drops of rain on your face; sometimes they make you (want to) slow your pace. You stand still as you gaze above, all bathed in God's love. Drops of rain on you; they don't have to make you feel blue. Drops of rain can always cover your tears, even when they don't always chase away your fears... R. (Jakarta, 4/7/2013 - 5:15 pm)

10 July 2013, 08:33 AM
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"THESE HARD TIMES"(2)

Sometimes he wonders if they can see what's behind his smile. Oh, if only they could. Would they still stick around, even only for a while? Sometimes it's easier to pretend that all is good. Sometimes she fears of what they might sense behind her laughter. From the world, she's been hiding her silent tears. Oh, will things ever get better? Sometimes she worries about being a major complainer. Sometimes they question their actual roles on earth. Oftentimes, all they need is a gentle reminder...

10 July 2013, 08:13 AM
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"NO WAY!"(2)

"The thought of romance is a distraction," she muses as she dances alone. She's used to being on her own. "Oh, no. Not again." They all look pained, while she's working her hardest to stay sane. "I don't want love to mislead me anymore," she announces coldly. "Wrong people and the same, old heartache won't do me any better. Let me be." "But you don't know for sure," they all argue. "Maybe he's the right one for you. Perhaps this time, you will be cured." Alone, she sits in her room; her h...

09 July 2013, 02:29 PM
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"THE FIRST PRINCESS"

Dear First Princess, Could you please do me a favour? Stop screaming every morning. You give me a headache and fuel my anger. Do you ever really stop to think that all you do is make things worse than before? Dear First Princess, Could you stop relying so much on The Mighty Queen? You have no idea just how terribly exhausted she has been. How could you be so bloody selfish and mean? I can’t help despising what I’ve seen. Dear First Princess, It’s your personal choice to be prissy; but pleas...

08 July 2013, 03:25 PM
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"THE CROWDED HOUSE: THE FIRST PRINCESS AND THE LITTLE PRINCES"

Here’s an episode at The Crowded House – the place I (have to) call home: Basically, it’s the same old drama. Every morning, I have to wake up to the same old screaming...either from The First Princess or her husband The Narcissistic Sociopath. (Ugh.*rolls eyes*) But most of the time, it’s her. It’s either she yells at The Sweet Prince in order to wake him up so he can drive her quickly to work (even when her lazy, selfish husband is around)...or at her two young sons The Little Princes. (-__...

08 July 2013, 09:52 AM
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"GOOD TIME TONIGHT"

Are you aching for a good time tonight? Come with us soon after twilight. We’re hanging out at a place where everything’s colourful and bright. Don’t be shy; it’s going to be alright! Are you desperate for the good time tonight? Don’t worry; we won’t go too far ahead. It won’t end up bad. In fact, you’ll be feeling glad. Are you feeling good tonight? Cool, that means we’ve done something right. Sing any songs you like. Make us feel all psyched! R. (Jakarta, 28/6/2013 –...

02 July 2013, 10:15 AM
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