unsaid but hopefully well written

Life goes on but please let me turn around once in a while only to remember those sweet little gestures and that enormous kindness you have spread to ohers.

I cry. this is my very first time but I guess we will find a way to let go. I'll find a way to get used to this. people come and go. but they may stay forever in your heart.

I don't remember so much about our trip to bogor only to buy soto ayam. or those time when you straigten up my blanket. making a cup of tea in the morning. went to buy breakfast with your bicycle.

You smile a lot. you cry a lot. you mad sometimes.

Your kindness moved me

And life goes on. and you're gone. and I let go

This is my one last cry :')

Siti Hajar berlari di antara Shafa dan Marwah. Tapi air zam-zam muncul dari bawah kaki Ismail. Ya Robbi, kadang keajaiban tidak muncul dari ikhtiar kami, tapi dari jalan yang tak kami sadari. Maka, seperti Hajar, kami akan berikhtiar, bersusah payah, berlari. Dengan itu ya Robbi, lihatlah kesungguhan kami, terbitkan keajaiban untuk kami dimanapun Kau kehendaki. Karena sesungguhnya pertolonganMu untuk hamba yang ikhlas dan berserah diri akan datang dari arah yang tidak pernah kami duga-duga.


yang di atas itu sms dari si hanyip, pas banget H-2 internal. Kayaknya gara-gara ini juga akhirnya bisa begadang (dan akhirnya menyerah minum kopi juga --") dan semangat lagi ngerjain PA buat internal besok. Lebih tepat lagi persis 12 jam dari sekarang.


So, I'm officially 12 hours away from my two weeks holiday ((mudah-mudahan)rumor. UI biasanya liburnya lama entah kenapa (rumornya) jadi cuman 2 minggu. halah udah gak pernah liburan 2 minggu doaaaang~)


mau ngerjain display dulu ya :)


mimpi itu buat diwujudkan loh, bukan jadi imajinasi doang 

when you grow older, it feels like... knocking on a door you never know. Stepping into something so strange that you can't even imagine. Sometimes dreaming to go back where you don't have to find any reason why or face anything with thoughts on your head. Leading one cheerful and carefree life.

at times like these, I wish that I have taking faculty of medicine instead of this architecture school, listening to my mother's advice (based on her temporary addiction to Grey's Anatomy). I wish I know more about things. Maybe about how to read those scary-white-machine with digital screen showing colorful graphics. Or simply how to press my emotion down the surface so people won't know.

at times like these, I wish I had taken a picture with him, I wish I had spent more time to study so I can show him what have I done here in school. I wish I had spent more time listening to his words.

at times like these I cry after listening to a song without even feeling related to the song. I cry after I wash my face to hide the teary eye. I cry even by doing my assignment, thinking that I might not be able to told him that I have this done.

And at times like this, carpe diem, quam minimum credula posturo is not just a saying. It's a real thing. Big real thing.

Get well soon. I miss you. and I mean it.

"And We charge no soul except [with that within] its capacity, and with Us is a record which speaks with truth; and they will not be wronged. (23:62)"